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honeyhan-123 · 3 years

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No Body, No Crime

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker just has a few questions about your husbands disappearance that he’d like to go over with you.

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, abuse of power, Lee is a sneaky devil, very brief (squint and you miss it) mention of an abusive household.

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: No one asked for it, but I’ve finally written some Lee for y’all. Hope you enjoy! Also, a massive thank you to the awesome @lilithhellfire who beta’d this for me, I really appreciate it!

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When you heard the knock on your door you never thought it would be the devil coming to call. But there he stood in all his pudgy glory. Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

You had seen the Sheriff a fair bit in the last few weeks, ever since your husband Trey had skipped town but he had always been accompanied by some deputy or other, and he had never called so late at night. He must know something.

Forgetting all formalities, you jumped right into the questioning. ‘So? What is it? What have you found?’ Your voice was panicked despite his call waking you up.

‘You’re not even gonna invite me in darlin’?’ His deep drawl cut through you and you realised he was right. You probably didn’t want to have this conversation out on your front doorstep where any of your neighbours could overhear. You stepped back and opened the door wider. ‘Please come in Sheriff.’

‘Darlin, I think we’re past that point in our relationship. Just call me Lee.’ You supposed he was right, you had been spending a lot of time down at the department recently. Still, the way he mentioned your relationship and how he kept calling you darling sent a chill through you. You weren’t his darling.

‘I don’t suppose I could get some coffee? Maybe even something sweet to eat too? I was up half the night last night and it looks like I’ll be up most of tonight too.’ His authoritative tone made it clear you didn’t really have a choice and so you left him in your little sitting room before flittering off to the kitchen.

Your mind was a blur as you methodically went through the actions of lighting the stove and grinding the coffee beans. You let the coffee stew as you grabbed the tin of freshly made brownies. They had been meant for the church picnic tomorrow morning but you didn’t think letting Lee have one or two would make that much of a difference.

You had a million questions and no answers. Why was the sheriff even here? What had he found? Or God forbid, had he found Trey? A shudder wrecked through you as you thought of the unthinkable only to be brought back by Lee’s hand on your shoulder.

‘You alright there darlin’? The coffee’s probably ready by now.’ You gulped and nodded jerkily as you stepped away from his lingering touch.

‘Sugar and cream?’ Your voice was nowhere near as strong as you wanted it to be and you knew the sheriff had heard the difference.

‘Plenty of both please.’ You doled out ample amounts into his cup and prepared your own as something to do, even though you already knew you couldn’t drink it.

The couch groaned under Lee’s weight and he patted the seat next to him, calling you over. You teetered on the edge of the faded cushion and forced a smile as his arm rested along the back of the couch.

‘You know darlin’, there’s been somethin’ about this case that just hasn’t sat right with me ever since it first came across my desk.’

You took a minute to respond, unsure if he was baiting you or just thinking out loud. ‘Oh? What is it?’

‘Well you see, it’s a little hard to explain, but when you’ve been on the job as long as I have you start to notice things. Little things that by themselves don’t matter much but when you look at the big picture, well, it becomes a whole lot clearer.’

‘Little things? Like what?’ Your heart was pounding in your chest, your meager dinner of chicken fillet and veggies threatening to come back up.

‘You know, just the odd thing here and there. Like how in the week before your husband went missing you made sure to tell anyone who would listen you were workin’ that Saturday. Or how even though you were at the diner from lunch till close you didn’t take a break. Not once in ten hours were you anywhere where someone couldn’t see you. You wanted to make sure you had an airtight alibi so when your husband was finally reported missing, we wouldn’t pin it on you.’

You felt the blood rush down from your head and there was a lump in your throat. ‘Wh-what are you… I don’t understand.’

‘Oh no darlin’ I think you do. I know that you and I both know that we can look for weeks and weeks and we’ll never find Trey alive will we? How’d you do it huh? Bludgeon him in his sleep? Or did ya put somethin’ in his coffee?’

‘I didn’t… I-I loved my husband. I didn’t do anything.’ You tried to stand from the couch but his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back down against his body.

‘C’mon darlin’ we both know that’s horse shit but I am feeling awfully generous right now.’ Confusion swept over you. What was he saying?

‘Generous?’

‘Yeah, very generous. I won’t turn you in but… well it is gonna cost you. Generosity doesn’t come free.’ His other hand brushed your dressing gown away from your thigh before resting on the bare skin just above your knee.

Realisation dawned on you and you tried to shove his hand away. You weren’t about to trade one monster for another. ‘I didn’t do anything and if you had even a morsel of proof I would’ve heard about it by now. In a town this small news travels fast.’

Lee let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver through you. ‘Do you seriously think I need real proof? I can fake anythin’ I want and at the end of the day who’s gonna believe you, some little waitress over me, the man they elected Sheriff? You’re doomed either way darlin’ so why don’t you do yourself a favour and take off that dressing gown and let me see that body of yours before I lose my patience.’

You were all too well aware of the Sheriff’s darker side to go against his wishes. With a shaky breath you stood up, glad to not have his hands on you anymore, no matter how temporary their absence was. Your legs threatened to buckle as you fumbled with the knot. The heavy cotton finally fell away from your shoulders and into a pile on the floor.

‘C’mere darlin’. Let me see you.’ You settled yourself in between the sheriff’s legs and his hands quickly grasped your hips, bunching the satin nighty. ‘Well, isn’t that a little unexpected treat.’ He paused to admire you, his cerulean blue eyes raking up and down your body before he spoke again. ‘Take it off.’

You shut your eyes and grasped the edge of the satin, pulling it over your head in one swoop. ‘Oh yeah. That’s much better.’ His hands grasped your tits, groping the flesh greedily. An image of your husband flashed through your mind and you cursed his name. Even in death he was still screwing you over.

Lee’s hand dipping down to the apex of your thighs had your eyes snapping wide open. Regret of not wearing panties to bed filled you as his fingers did too. They explored your walls, scissoring this way and that. They teased your slick from your unwilling body and you shuddered, disgusted at the effect he had on you.

His thumb found your clit and started rubbing smooth circles around the little bud. Your knees began to shake as the squelch of your juices filled the room. Your arms involuntarily reached out to grasp his shoulders as he continued to toy with you. A devilish smirk came over him and he wetted his lips before attaching them to one of your pert nipples.

A gasp fell from your lips as he suckled on the tender flesh in time with his thick fingers. Before you even had time to recognise it for what it was your orgasm washed over you. Your body shook as pleasure made its way through your veins and you could only just feel Lee’s arm circle around your waist holding you up.

When you recovered, you watched as Lee withdrew his hand from you and held it up so you could see it glistening. ‘Look at that darlin’. This pussy already knows who it belongs to now don’t it?’ You bit back a snarky response as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time.

‘Now c’mere. I didn’t come all the way over here just to get you off.’ His hands dipped down to where his belt was partially hidden by his overflowing stomach. He fumbled with the belt before pulling his pants and underpants down a couple inches. Just enough for his cock to pop out.

You tried not to stare but it was hard not to. He was easily bigger than Trey’s pathetic excuse of one had been, plus this one was flushed, with little drops of cream oozing from the tip.

‘Well c’mon darlin’ don’t just stare at it. I’m sure you know what to do.’ His arms stretched out along the back of the couch calling you forward.

‘No. I- I can’t. You can’t make me do this. Please don’t.’ You tried taking a step back only to be stopped by Lee’s darkening glare.

‘I can make you do whatever the fuck I want.’ Lee spat at you, his glare turning positively hostile. ‘I’m in a pretty good mood right now so I’ll give you five seconds to get that cunt over here before I’ll show you my bad side. Five… Four…’ You blinked back your tears as you approached him, straddling one leg on either side of his thick thighs. ‘That’s a smart choice you just made darlin’.’

You refused to look at him as you gripped his aching cock and lined it up with your entrance. With one small sigh of resignation you sunk down onto him. The stretch was worse than you had thought and you could already tell you were going to be sore tomorrow. ‘Fuck, darlin’. God… this cunt… fuck me.’ Lee was already breathless as you began to ride him. His arms fell to your hips, pulling you in even closer. His soft belly rubbed against you with every lift of your hips and his shirt buttons which seemed to be clinging on for dear life scratched along your chest.

You weren’t afraid to let your fingernails dig into his shoulders. A sadistic part of you wanted to draw his blood as though that made up for what he was forcing you to do. You gritted your teeth as his lips found your nipples once more, leaving a scatter of love bites on your skin as he went.

You tried to hold in your moans of pleasure as he brushed against your g-spot but a stuttering of your hips gave you away. ‘Oh you like that? Right there?’ Lee’s hips flexed up to meet yours, hitting his mark.

You made sure to look into his eyes as you responded, ignoring the pleasure he was causing. ‘I don’t like any of this.’ Lee’s eyes narrowed at you and his jaw clenched. His hand briefly left your hip and you felt the rush of air before it landed on your ass with a smack. His other came up to clutch your chin roughly.

‘Don’t you lie to me darlin’. I know you like this. I know you do. And do ya wanna know how I know?’ His hand squeezed its way between your bodies, coming to your clit. ‘I know because this little cunt is squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. It’s tryin to milk me dry because that’s what all you women want. You just want a man’s cum in ya. You just want to be owned. And don’t bother trying to deny it because your body can’t lie to me.’ He gave your jaw one last squeeze before settling his hand back on your hip and rocked your body against his.

As much as his words had disgusted you, they had also turned you on and you could feel yourself getting impossibly close to the edge. Lee’s hand clawed at the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a dominating kiss. His tongue easily forced its way between your lips and he demonstrated his ownership over your body as you kissed him back. His kiss was harsh and needy, all teeth and tongue. You could barely breathe as you felt your toes curl. Your subsequent moans were swallowed by Lee and he planted his feet firmly to help thrust up into you.

‘God, that pussy is just squeezing me dry. Fuck, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.’ His voice was husky as his lips found their way to your shoulder. You could feel him swell inside you, his body tensing against yours.

You didn’t have time to tell him to pull out before he was yanking you as far down his shaft that he could. You could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed fill your cunt as he let out a sinful moan. His lips found yours once more as his hips rocked slowly against yours, making sure you got every drop he had to give.

When his hands at last disappeared from your body you opened your eyes. You were startled by how flushed he looked, his cheeks well passed being called ‘rosy’ and his breath was heavily laboured. He had a lazy smirk as he openly objectified your body, his arms once again resting along the back of the couch. His pink tongue swiping across his plump lips pulled you from your observation and you hastily stood up.

You wanted this man out of your house now.

You had satisfied him and done what he had wanted. Surely he would leave you alone now. You dressed on shaking legs and made sure to tie your robe extra tight. Even though he had already seen you naked, you didn’t want him seeing anything ever again.

You stood as far away from him as possible as he pulled his pants back up and popped his sheriff hat back on. His hand strayed to the tin of brownies you had pulled out earlier as he crossed the coffee table towards you and the door. You watched as he popped the entire thing into his mouth and a little groan came from his throat.

‘Well, these are quite the treat aren’t they?’ You hated the smirk he sent your way but you nodded just the same.

‘It’s a family recipe.’

‘I’m sure you’re excellent in the kitchen, though, I doubt you’re as good as you are in the sack.’ Your jaw clenched tightly and you ignored his last comment.

‘My mother taught me a lot.’ Lee nodded as though in deep understanding and you opened the door, eager for him to leave your house forever. He stepped out onto your stoop and turned back to face you.

‘Well, I sure do look forward to seeing everything else she taught you.’

‘What- What do you mean?’ Dread turned your blood to ice in your veins.

‘You didn’t think that this was a one time thing did ya? You committed first degree murder darlin’. You’re gonna have to pay up a lot more to get out of a charge like that.’

‘But- But you said it was the once.’

‘I said no such thing. It’s not my fault you didn’t ask for the terms. If you wanna remain a free woman, you’re gonna do what I say and continue letting me pay you night time visits ya hear? I’d hate for any damning evidence to come to light…’ Lee let his sentence hang in the air and you very nearly considered telling him he could go fuck off, but then you remembered the reason you were in this mess in the first place. Prison was only marginally better than an abusive household for the little bundle of cells inside you to grow.

‘See ya soon darlin’.’ Lee racked his eyes down your body one last time before tipping his hat to you. You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed into the cruiser and drove off down your street.

You could do nothing but pray you hadn’t just traded one monster for an even worse one.

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twstlotus · 4 years

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Dorm leaders with s/o, who owns a little bakery cafe? They always have a quiet jazz playing on back, while s/o makes coffee/bakery goods for stressed students. And on the unexpected rainy day they stuck in cafe and just have a lovely evening? Headcanons? (If that too much people for you, you can choose your favorite leader!)

i hope you don’t mind that i used my new layout on your request, dear reader! its something i’m simply trying out.

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Riddle Rosehearts

He frequently visits your cafe as a customer and as someone who just wants to visit you. He finds the sweets there pleasant, and just loves seeing you look so happy while you bake! The strawberry tarts you serve are one of his favorite sweets to eat. He’d even say that your bakery skills exceed that of Trey’s!

Riddle finds the music rather pleasant. He’s not a big fan of jazz, but the music compliments your bakery in a nice, relaxing way; especially with how stressed students would flock to your bakery to unwind and partake in your baking!

On a particular day in which a heavy rain poured down, the two of you were stuck in your bakery. It was a bit troublesome that all the chairs outside were wet now and you’d have to dry them off again, but Riddle is all the more willing to help!

The evening had already came which meant that your cafe would be closing soon anyway. So you started to clean up the bakery— putting up chairs, putting the sweets and other food for preservation for the next day, all of that, except for one set of a table and two chairs.

You beckon him to come to you as you step towards the set of chairs and a table. You say to him that you thought it’d be nice to have a couple of snacks while you wait out the rain, all with a tray of strawberry tarts and mont blancs.

Riddle is caught off guard— why, this seems like a date now, doesn’t it? His cheeks darken slightly, but he happily accepts the offer as you two share stories of what happened that day while waiting for the rain to calm down. He seems content the entire time. A small smile tugging on his cheeks at all times, its endearing, just as he finds you as such!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn’t visit you that often. And when he does, its usually because you dragged him there or if he just really wanted to see you. He’s not one for baked foods as he prefers meaty stuff he can chew on thoroughly, but he’s not opposed to taking a few chunks of what you baked.

Incidentally, he also thinks your bakery is a good place to nap in. Other than the occasional angry customer sometimes, and the somewhat boisterous talks of the students (which he believes is misplaced for a peaceful bakery like yours), it’s practically perfect for him; the air isn’t too hot but its not unbearably cold either, the smell of sweet baked goods fills his nose, and most of all, you.

Knowing that you’re around makes him happy, albeit that his pride doesn’t allow him to show much of this side. He always has a lazily half-lidded, eye open, watching you cheerfully serve customers and almost instantly lightening up their moods when you give them your baked goods or coffee. His little herbivore’s a bit of a philanthropist themselves, huh?

When the rain struck down heavy and it was just you two, he found it rather bothersome. He was just coming to pick you up after work and return to his dormitory so he can have some nice cuddle times while the two of you slept, but it seems like the Fates couldn’t allow him to do so. He wasn’t exactly a big fan of the rain either— it was wet, cold, and most of all, loud. He couldn’t sleep while having to listen to the rain pour down so heavily!

...However, this did provide an opportunity for him, the opportunity being nice, guaranteed alone time with you. When he was at the dorm, there would still be Ruggie who would barge in from time to time to notify Leona of his duties, which led him to have to leave you from time to time. Yet here, the bakery was basically closed, and you two were locked in.

He’d spend his time talking with you on the floor, it wasn’t dirty, so he didn’t mind. He knew you kept the place cleaned and tidy. It was rather small talk, but it was a pleasant conversation either way. Leona would lie his head on your lap as you talked about your day, the customers you served, or really, anything. Leona isn’t usually one for idle chat, but he finds your voice soothing to his ears. Later on, the two of you would most likely nap (under Leona’s request that you do with him) while waiting out the rain. What better way than to spend your time with your lover in a state like this? Napping under the rain with him was rather peaceful...and soon, the rain went by as soon as it came.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is happy to see that you’ve started a business yourself, albeit small. It seems like you two have more in common now, doesn’t it? While your bakery is far different than his flashy and elegant Mostro Lounge, he finds your little establishment charming in its own way. He believes music choice suitable— why, he’s the one that picked it out for you of course! Nothing like helping his beloved pearl out of the benevolence of his heart.

He’s a frequent visitor to your bakery, although he doesn’t purchase anything much; he helps you in attracting customers to your bakery. He’s been at this for a year, or more when taking into consideration his middle school years. He’s well acquainted with what draws in customers and what doesn’t, and will advise you on how to improve your bakery, should you need or be able to anyway in return, he may invite you to the Mostro Lounge to dine there for free! Or maybe just a 35% discount...

He finds the fact that you’re locked in a hassle to have to deal with, so he calls Jade and Floyd to help both you and him leave— unfortunately, the twins see this as an opportunity for Azul to initiate some romance between the two and decide to not help him (as well as implying rather..impure innuendoes to their speech about what you two should do while you’re at it).

Azul is a tad befuddled on what he should do, and resorts to simply playing out the situation as normally: being annoyed, yet remaining calm all the way. He’ll chat with you on how your day went and if business was steady. You tell him that while it’s been hectic, business was well-balanced. The money paid by your customers was enough to pay wages to your employees by a fair amount.

He’s happy to hear that your bakery is doing well! The Mostro Lounge is an “established” sort of restaurant-like parlor itself and since it's the lounge of the entire Octavinelle dorm, business was booming from the beginning. It was almost never anything like your little bakery, so he was slightly concerned with it’s payoff.

May occasionally steal a few munches on what you baked without you noticing. Normally, his self-restraint is beyond strong, but the aroma your bakery exuded was stronger than it. Perhaps he can treat himself once in a while, yes? Your baking skills are one that he regards to with respect, after all; and in such adoration!

Kalim Al-Asim

He loves going to your cafe and will visit it whenever he can, why wouldn’t he? There’s you there, and there’s the baked goods you made yourself! (Along with the help of your employees, of course.)

Kalim often brings Jamil to accompany him going to your bakery. His best friend and his lover being in the same room with him makes him happy, and he hopes that you and Jamil are on good terms, too! In fact; since you’re skilled at baking, and Jamil is skilled in cooking, Kalim will propose that he and Jamil would help out in the kitchen! Of course, Kalim has no idea what he’s doing though, but maybe you can help him?

He finds the idea that you’re helping in easing the stress of students through your food as charming. It's sort of altruistic in his own perspective— even if you’re technically getting paid in return, it's still nice to see for him that your food does genuinely have a positive effect on other students to uplift their mood, even if it’s just by a slight percentage.

But when he’s locked in— he’s a little panicked. The one day he gave Jamil a day off is the same day he gets locked in with you, (he doesn’t regret giving Jamil the day off though, he deserves it!) but this doesn’t mean that he’s against this situation as a whole! He uses this time to chat with you more thoroughly, since before you were occupied with customers flocking into your bakery.

He also uses this time to try and get you to teach him in baking, if you want to, of course. He won’t force you to teach him if you were too tired to do so or if you just generally didn’t want to, even if he’ll be a little sad because of it (not to worry, he bounces back fast)— but if you do, then he’ll be ecstatic! There’s no guarantee on how well he does in the kitchen, even with guidance, Jamil has mentioned to you that Kalim once tried to crack an egg open and ended up accidentally mixing in the egg shells with it too, bbut it's a delightful experience for the two of you nonetheless.

The day after you two were locked in, he suggests the idea of starting a cafe made by the two of you. The menu there will be a mix of your baking skills and Kalim’s unique meals from his homeland! Jamil will be there, too, and help out in cooking and other jobs if needed! So, what do you say?

Vil Schoenheit

Vil doesn’t visit you as frequently as the others do because of his busy schedule (being a student while tackling two other jobs isn’t easy..). However, he checks up on you in the restaurant whenever he can; and oftentimes, he’s one of the stressed students you serve.

He finds your bakery a sort of a haven to him, in a way. He’s not one to feel burdened with all the work on top of him, but he does get tired, which is where your bakery comes in. Your baked goods really do help him destress and the atmosphere there is perfect for relaxing in!

May give out tips for the design of your bakery— some decorations here; more color there; the uniforms could maybe be dolled up a tad— that sort of feedback, but please don’t misunderstand his intentions! He believes that your bakery is charming as is and knows you put great effort into the interior designing as well as the uniforms, and the effort does pay off; but giving you advice wouldn’t hurt, no?

Vil’s actually pretty good for business since he attracts students to the bakery just by his mere presence— oftentimes, there will be students from other dorms who ask to say hi to him or may even ask for his autograph. Pomefiore students only say hello to Vil, though, and nothing much more than that (this is what having 5 million followers on MagiCam does, huh?)

When the two of you are locked in, Vil will express annoyance and only ever annoyance. He finds it a hassle to be in such a situation, and pities you slightly; he knows that being a student while also maintaining a job is difficult, and while he himself simply goes along with it, he knows that not everyone can handle such a lifestyle— but the fact that you can still keep up with everything has made you earn his respect, as well as his love.

You spend the evening together simply relaxing, and you even got to play with Vil’s hair and vice versa, as well as talking about your day overall. He offers you your own baked goods for you to munch on as a reward for your hard work, or even cooks for you if you allow him to. He simply just wants to help you destress like you’ve done for him and the other students you served— even if he doesn’t state that reason aloud.

Idia Shroud

He doesn’t visit your bakery often— barely, even. He usually waits for you to return from your job and back into the comfort of his room, to him. While your bakery is rather quaint, he knows how many students may flock in there to destress and he does not at all want to be around other people than you and/or Ortho.

Speaking of which, it's the latter that has to literally drag him out of the dorm sometimes to see you. He states that “Big Brother has to see his lover on his own accord, too—! Not just wait for them to always come back.” which is what motivates Idia to try to even remotely step out of his room and make it to your bakery.

Prefers to video call you whenever you’re at work. He finds it admirable how you’re so willing to help others destress, even if it's just using your food. He’s also rather interested in seeing how you bake (after only cooking instant noodles for most of your life, you would get pretty bored of it, too), so he’s quite curious about the process of it. However, he’ll never ask you to show him how you bake unless if you bring it up first or ask him if he’d like to see it.

The one day— the one day he actually leaves his room and visits your bakery, he gets locked in!? Oh, curse the Fates. He’s visibly distressed by the whole situation and Ortho can’t exactly come to the rescue either since it’s raining heavily, who knows what’ll happen if the poor kid was caught between droplets of rain?

You have to calm him down by physically and verbally consoling him, along with letting him snack on your baked goods. After a while, he calms down, and apologizes for the trouble he caused you. He remains embarrassed about having caused a stir but he’s glad that you’re willing to comfort him.

Eventually, he starts to talk about what games he’s been playing and raves about them. He actually beat one of the most difficult boss battles ever conceived in the game, you know? He’s visibly happy about the achievement and goes on and on about the entire thing. And soon, the hours that the rain seemed to last on for, only seemed like minutes when you were with Idia, who continued to happily note his achievements in the game that he made.

Malleus Draconia

He’s very torn between visiting you and not. On one hand, he’d absolutely love to see you patiently serving your customers, and to see that delighted expression whenever a customer compliments your goods...it’s priceless to him.

And on the other hand, he’s the person that nearly everyone in and outside of the school fears. No matter how much you deny it, he knows he’s bad for business, and it’d be nearly impossible to garner customers when he’s present. He actually visited your bakery once or twice and every customer there then left immediately after he came.

Because of this, he tries to call you instead. He doesn’t call you as frequently as Idia though, since he has no idea what he’s doing with a phone to where Lilia has to help him with adding your number and actually calling you. He checks up on you between shifts he knows you take breaks in as he doesn’t want to disturb you while you’re working.

But when the rain pours down and he’s locked in with you, he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Ironically enough, Malleus finds comfort in the rain. He doesn’t seem to know what it is about the rain that he likes, though.

As for the fact that he’s locked in with you, he’s not too annoyed by it either. In fact, he’s a bit glad that he can spend some time with you in the bakery without the presence and consideration of the people who swarmed this place. But he understands if it's a hassle for you, and will help you in cleaning up the bakery should you need any assistance. He’s also willing to comfort you with your worries about the bakery or rant about some selfish customer. He might not provide the best responses, but he’s there to listen.

Will show his Gao-Gao Dragon-kun the new area. He believes that whatever the screen of the device is facing, Gao-Gao can see it, too! If you allow him, he might try to explore the kitchen to show his friend the area. Speaking of which, he may suggest the idea that you show him how to bake, if you’d like to, of course! He wants to try and surprise bake something for you in return for being so kind and accepting of him, but it might take a few tries for him to understand the process of it all.

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gaymershigh · 3 years

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hi! can i request riddle, ace, epel, deuce, and floyd finding out their male s/o is an age regressor to cope with stress? pls make it fluffy!! (also it's ok if you can't do my request !! /genuine)

Despite this being so long in my inbox for so long, I'm actually pretty excited to do this one, anonnie! However, this is a shorter since I don't fully know about age regressing, sorry about that! ಥ_ಥ

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Riddle, Ace, Epel, Deuce and Floyd discovering their male s/o is an age regressor

He was always the one who gets stressed out from his dorm members so you're probably the one that needs to comfort him if anything but it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to comfort you as well.

But that doesn't mean he automatically knows what to do when he's finds this information about you, though. He has learned several things throughout his garbage childhood but age regression is not one of it.

When Trey said it's been days since you looked drained and tired from what he presumely was because of you studying for the final exam and just prefect duties in general. This got him worried because you're his lover and obviously he doesn't want to see you worried.

When he did check up with you, he was loss for words. There were coloring books everywhere and then there's you connecting dots to finish the drawing of the book.

This is probably the times you are really stressed and of course he wants to help at all cost but he really doesn't know what to do. Of course, with your little explanation, everything gets a little bit easier to handle.

He didn't really have a good parent role models and the only thing that his mother did to him was celebrating his birthdays and sometimes act nice. He's not gonna act like that of course but he might accidentally project what his mother has done to you and if he did, he will be on his knees and apologize.

He'll do research's about things he should do with children/toddler/infant around your age. He wants you to feel fully comfortable on age regressing around him, this could also help him with parenting if you two would ever consider adopting or so.

Dating Ace won't save you from all the chaos and disasters from this school and he DEFINITELY won't stop from causing any trouble and stressing you out unintentionally.

To be honest, you're a whole different breed of alien if you don't get stressed out at the slightest by your boyfriend and friend's shenanigans. Not only do you have to deal with daily disarray but you also have prefect duties to be doing thanks to that deatbead of a principal.

You always run up to the dorm as soon as you had finish your tasks from headmaster. At the first few times you did it he didn't really give one. You probably want to sleep since it's just tiring but as more day passes by, Ace gets more pissed. You have been lessening your time with him and barely even check your phone.

He gets it, you're tired and all but he's a selfish bastard and wants your love 24/7. So when you kept ending your calls with him very early and he HAD it. So when he barged in to your room, my man went stiff. You were just in the middle of playing with some toys until he interrupted your little session.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Just by telling him you're age regressing, he already knows what's up and what to do for some reason. He be sprinting to Sam's shop, not caring the weird looks he's getting from buying all these children/toddler type stuff. Does he care? HELL NO! You're his top priority at the current moment and this might be some way to spend time, no?

He'll dote and spoil you to bits. You're so cute, there's no way he could ever say no to your little self! Cuddles? Of course! New toys? Definitely! Headpats? Say no more! He'll love you and treat you like the lovely prince.

He sometimes accidentally forget that you can change to your big self and you'll have to remind him. He once treated you like a baby when you're in your bedroom, thinking you are still in your little self. It was awkward and he wished and beg for you to not speak about it ever again.

He was probably forced to take care of a baby in his hometown back then. Though, this doesn't mean he's automatically good at taking care of kids. If anything, he's horrible at it. He hadn't learned much from that babysitting experience.

Now, when he discovered that you age regress, those terrible memories of the baby crying up a storm comes back but this is potentially a time for him to enhance his babysitting skills, maybe? He freaking hopes so, he doesn't want to be a lost cause.

He's the one that always gets stressed and always in the lowest from the VDC practice. The burden that Vil keeps throwing on him makes him so worked up, he doesn't even see you getting also a tiny bit stressed from both manager duties and just watching others getting pressured in general.

You've been holding it back for awhile to turn to your little self in worries of getting caught. He finally notices when Ace asked if you're ok because you seemed like you're struggling with something. He got super suspicious when you kept brushing him off.

He thinks that you're just uncomfortable to talk about in public or it's something so private that even talking about it to your friends is a no-no. So when you're in your bedroom, he'll pester about you to spill the beans.

So when you did and explained to him what age regressing, he just let out a simple "oh". He doesn't know what to do other than asking questions on what you like to do. Please be straightforward with your answer because he's garbage at reading hearts and also just looks tragic when taking care of people younger than him.

He forces you that you're going to be little but in little and have to lock the door if you do because you need to let the stress go. He will also ask you if you're little subtly if your signs of being little is not as obvious.

He will learn how to take care of you and buy the things you like by looking at the things you already have or have a lot of quantity. He's not the best at taking care but he's getting better so give him a clap for that.

No little kid in their right mind would approach him when he's in his middle school days, meaning that he has have not a single interaction with a kid that could be remembered. If anything, they'll run the second he tries to even approach them. Sure, he now has experience with talking to kids but it's so painfully awkward it hurts your soul.

He knows what little space is but only the meaning of it and nothing else. He thought that people only do this because they want to literally go back to old memories which is partly true but that's not enough. You must educate this fool.

Just like Ace, you're not safe from the disasters of the school and your own boyfriend's idiocy. Him being less smart than Ace doesn't help it either. You're the god of patience if you can handle all of the messes both you, your friends and boyfriend have caused. Also again, you're something else if you can handle all the prefect duties from Crowley because he sucks.

You usually have study sessions with him so you can help him get better at history and other subject he sucks at and this could also help you memorise and learn new things as well. Though, you're have been either showing up late or keep coming up with excuses when you just don't attend at all. He's getting really impatient but doesn't want to sound like an asshole so he just deals with it.

You got caught for being little while in call without realizing. He swear he thought he can speak baby/toddler language when he spoke to you when you're still immersed in your little toys.

He ran to your room in Usain Bolt pace to your place, worried sick for you. You were finally back to your original state and explain the situation to avoid any stupid conclusions that he possibly can come up with. He was shocked when he found out this is a way to cope with stress. He asked will it help him too and if he should do it, are you against it or are you all up for it? Your choice.

He googled about how to deal with you when you're little and it miraculously help! Kinda. I mean, he knows what things to but for you and how to kinda get along with your activities. How to dote and actually treat you like your younger self? Eh...not so much but just like Epel, he's learning but not as fast as the purple haired boy. Still, praise him for putting this much effort!

It's known that he's spectacular with kids. Despite his intimidating height, he knows exactly what do without even making a single kid quiver in fear. He's way more experienced than anyone here and knows how to deal with age regressing people without himself even knowing it.

He does know what age regressing fully is just like Ace. Just say the word and he's lock and loaded with bunch of children activities that you two could do. He makes sure he brings the "fun" ones only according to his taste.

Being the manager for the VDC competition is such a burden, you knew it will be stressful but NOT this bad. From listening to others' worries to knowing the fact that there's nothing you can do at all about Vil's strictness. Watching others being in dilemmas while you're forced to sit back, watching your friends and peers at the lowest shatters your heart.

You feel absolutely useless and you hate it and telling your boyfriend about your problems won't help that much either. If anything, you don't want to annoy Floyd by seeing you in such a downer state so what's the best option? Don't spend too much time to the point of showing your problems until VDC is over! Definitely a good horrendous idea.

You didn't really think this through when he gets annoyed that you're being non-commital and looks like you really want to get out of here. He'll let it slide for a bit, thinking you're not in the mood like him sometimes but when it keeps happening consistently, he's had enough. He wants answers asap.

You should've expected him questioning and being unable to hide things from him. Since you know it's technically useless to hide things from him at this point. Might as well tell the whole thing, in a private place of course. There's no way you can let anyone else hear your little secret.

The only thing he asked is to confirm that you're age regressing. Once you say yes, he immediately goes down to business. You want that dino toy? Purchased. You don't know which playdough set you want? Out of stock. You want a kids meal type of food? All ready and served. He's really doing all this for you and wants to spoil you rotten. In exchange for cuddles and some praises of course!

Like I said before, he doesn't want your activities while being little to be quitet and dull. So he bought every single game that suitable at your little self's age and very fun for him. Get ready, because you're going to have a bomb of a time with him!

You could potentially be taller than him but he's going to pick you up and doing little circles like you're an actual baby. He'll coo you and everything, he makes the experience like you're actually back in childhood which is an amazing job.

Since there's people in your dorm thanks to the boot camp and he really wants you to be fully and all, he's going to let you be in his room so you can be his little self. Ain't no way some dumb boot camp will stop you from having a fun time with Floyd!

Can you tell that I got a sudden energy boost when writing Floyd's part? Lol~

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okay jokes over no h word here, can i req riddle, octavinelle, silver and malleus with an s/o with really low self esteem and how they help them deal with it thanks 💖😌

Ok h word anon anything for you <3

Riddle-

Riddle is already incredibly awkward with his own emotions, so having someone else as well would definitely be a challenge for him. Normally he’d rely on his s/o to look after him, but if you managed to crack through his tough shell then he’d do everything he could to make you happy.

Riddle thinks you’re perfect in every way, and he’d be very no nonsense with making you see it. He simply wouldn’t let you feel bad about yourself. Riddle has his own share of problems, but accepting when he does something right isn’t one of them. He’d be incredibly insistent in complimenting you whenever you do anything good, and in his eyes that’s all the time!

Riddle being riddle, he’d be far too practice about it. He’d probably keep notes on all things you’re good at, and he’d take time ever day to remind you that, hey, you’re great and you mean the world to him!

He’d definitely indirectly complement you. Something like, “if I think you’re good enough to date me then you must be pretty perfect.” He’d try to be smooth but he’d be a blushing mess the whole time.

At the end of the day, Riddle doesn’t understand why you’d feel that way. He thinks you’re extremely talented, and he wants you to see that! He’d probably go to the rest of heartslabyul, especially Trey, for help.

He wouldn’t be shy about scolding yourself whenever you put yourself down either! Though after it he’d hold your hand and mumble something about how much he loves you. If anyone else heard it he’d kill them, but if it’s you, he thinks you deserve to know.

Riddle would understand that you had a hard time loving yourself, so he’d just make sure to do it for you! Every time you do anything, he’d be quick to shower you with praise, even giving you a kiss as reward. You’re the only one who’s allowed to see you like this, so that alone makes you pretty special!

Azul-

Azul knows what self loathing feels like all too well. It’d break him apart to see you not giving yourself all the credit you deserve! Call him a hypocrite all you like, but it isn’t going to change the fact that he thinks you deserve the world and more.

Azul is very logical, so be prepared for some tricky word games where he tricks you into saying you love yourself. He’d give you his signature smirk and say something along the lines of “now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” But his eyes would much softer than normal. Only you get to see him so vulnerable.

If Azuls off hand comments about how great you are go over your head, be prepared for him to get more forward! He’s dating you for a reason y’know? Azul knows how you feel all too well, and all he wants is to assure you that you are everything he could ever want and more.

He’d take you on walks at night, keeping up his persona until he was sure you’re out of sight from anyone else. Then, he’d spill his heart out to you, telling you about how much he loves you.

Azul would understand that just saying things wouldn’t help, so he’d set about helping you improve the aspects of yourself you don’t like. No underhanded tricks this time. Just you and him trying your best to remember all the historical figures of the frabtuous day.

If you’re feeling really down, he knows a couple of breathing exercises to get your head back in the game. He’d make sure to draw you out if that fantasy world where your just a piece of dirt, and to make you see exactly what he’s seeing, the light of his life!

Jade-

Jade would keep up his gentleman like persona the entire time. Though, if you really looked hard you’d be able to tell a couple of differences. His face always looked softer when he was talking to you, for one.

He’s tease you relentlessly, but it’s jade, so you wouldn’t even know if he was teasing you or being serious! Spending any time with Jade is a mind game in all honesty. But with you, it’s even worse! He thinks you look so cute squirming around like that. You really make it too easy for him.

But sadly, all good things must come to an end. Jade would be much subtler than the others, not even letting you know that he’s trying to make you feel better.

He’s just slip the little things he likes about you into conversation, and wouldn’t be shy about laying on the praise. Of course, he wouldn’t stop messing with you.

Be prepared for all sorts of romantic dates by the moonlight, where he’d finally let down his guard, just a little bit. Jade would know that they way to make you happy was to show how much he loves you. So be it.

Floyd-

Floyd is not shy about letting you know how much he loves you. Every day he’d jump on you and scream about how cute his little shrimpy is.

He wouldn’t be able to understand why you didn’t like yourself. To him you’re perfection! He’d be all over you, crying the second you said anything bad about yourself.

Did someone say something mean to you? Is that why you’re sad?! You’d have to stop Floyd from committing a literal murder.

When Floyd finally understands that you have low self esteem, he’d make it his personal mission to make you happy! He wouldn’t know how to tackle the deeper issues, so he’d just work on making you smile whenever he saw you!

He’d jump on you and tickle you until you were laughing! Or he’d tell you all sorts of jokes! Oh, oh! Or, his personal favourite, he’d take you out dancing on all of the tables in the monstro lounge!

Floyd knows his own shortcomings all too well, even if he doesn’t show it! He wants you to be happy, and he thinks you deserve the world! So when he knows that he can’t give you everything, he’d find ways to make up for it!

Silver-

He fucking goes zzzzzzzzzz

Ok ok jokes aside, silver wouldnt really know what to say. His way of loving you is pretty simple. Just holding your hand and spending time with you. That was one of the reason he loved you in the first place, you didn’t expect him to be someone he wasn’t!

But still, he wanted you to be happy more than anything. If he saw you were feeling down about yourself, he’d take you to one of his favourite spots in the school, where the breeze was nice and soft and the sun hit just right. Normally he’d be napping with his eyes closed, but if you were there, then there was a view that was worth staying awake for.

Even if he didn’t find them as interesting, he’d tell you stories about his childhood, sprinkling in how much he loved you and how lucky he was to have you.

Silvers literally a Disney princess, so be ready for some duets. He doesn’t actually care how you sound. It’s how you sound together that he likes. At the end of the day, he’d just hold your hand and listen to your heartbeat. It’s hard to feel sad or stressed when he’s there with you, letting you know in his own way that he loves you.

You’d even get one of his famed sliver smiles! It’d be a nice change from silvers usual sleepy face. When he’s looking at you, he feels awake. And that should be enough to tell you how much he loves you, and just how special you are.

Malleus-

Malleus doesn’t understand anything about humans really. So, in usual Malleus style, he wouldn’t understand why you were so sad, or why you never gave yourself enough credit.

He’s a bit tactless, so be ready for him to start rambling about gargoyles when he feels out of his element. It’s just that, we’ll, they make him happy, so maybe they’d make you happy too?

When he realised that your low moods were gonna be a recurring theme, he’d start doing his research, asking Lilia what he should do and say, and going to the library to read up on... what we’re they called? Feeling?

In the moment though, he probably wouldn’t end up using any of the things he’d read or tips Lilia had given him. You loved him for him, and someone as special as you deserved ‘him’, and not some persona. He’d hold your hand and smile at you. You, his dearest child of man.

He’d hold you in his arms, and not let go until you promised to treat yourself better. After all, if it all went to plan, you’d end up as a queen. And a queen deserves the world. You deserve the world.

You showed Malleus all kinds of things he never could have imagined before. The life that he had taken for granted was suddenly so beautiful. Or maybe it was you who was beautiful? He didn’t know, and he found that he couldn’t find the words to tell you. So all he could do was hope that somehow his feelings would reach you.

#twst imagines #twsited wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland imagines

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Chapter 11

“But she’s let you in.”

And she’d already shown hints of how possessive she could be about that connection. I accepted that because it was a flaw I shared, but still…

“You’re analyzing this to death, Camila,” Cary said. “You’re thinking the way she feels about you has to be a fluke or a mistake. Someone like her couldn’t really be into you for your big heart and sharp mind, right?”

“My self-esteem isn’t that bad,” I protested.

He took a sip of his champagne. “Isn’t it? So tell me something you think she likes about you that doesn’t have to do with sex or codependency.”

I thought about it and came up empty, which made me scowl.

“Right,” he went on with a nod. “And if Jauregui is anywhere near as messed up as we are, she’s thinking the same thing in reverse, wondering what a hot babe like you sees in a girl like her. You’ve got money, so what has she got going for her besides being a stud who keeps screwing up?”

Sitting back in my chair, I absorbed everything he’d said. “Cary, I love you madly.”

He grinned. “Back atcha, sweets. My advice, for what it’s worth? Couples therapy. It’s always been my plan to get into it when I find the one I want to settle down with. And try to have fun with her. You’ve got to have as many good times as bad or it all becomes too painful and too much work.”

I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He shrugged off my gratitude with an elegant wave of his hand. “It’s easy to pick apart someone else’s life. You know I couldn’t get through my rough spots without you.”

“Which you don’t have any of now,” I pointed out, shifting the focus to him. “You’re about to be splashed across a Times Square billboard. You won’t be my secret any longer. Should we upgrade dinner from pizza to something more worthy of the occasion? How about we haul out that case of Cristal Stanton gave us?”

“Now you’re talking.”

“Movies? Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“Whatever you want. I wouldn’t want to screw with your big-dumb-blow-’em-up movie genius.”

I grinned, feeling better as I’d known I would after an hour with Cary. “You’ll let me know if I’m too dense to figure out when you and Trey want to be alone.”

“Ha! Don’t worry about that. Your tempestuous love life is making me feel dull and boring. I could use a hot, sweaty bang with my own stud.”

“You just had a maintenance closet romp a couple days ago!”

He sighed. “I’d nearly forgotten. How sad is that?”

“It isn’t when your eyes are laughing.”

I’d just gotten back to my desk when I checked my smartphone and found a text from Lauren letting me know she had fifteen minutes to spare at quarter to three. I nursed a secret rush of anticipation for the next hour and a half, having decided to take Cary’s advice and have a little fun. Lauren’s and I would have to wade through the ugliness of my past soon enough, but for now, I could give us both something to smile about.

I texted her just before I left, letting her know I was on my way. Considering the time constraints, we couldn’t waste a minute. Lauren must have felt the same way, because I found Scott waiting for me at reception when I reached the Cross Industries waiting area. He walked me back after the receptionist buzzed me in.

“How’s your day been?” I asked him.

He smiled. “Great so far. Yours?”

I smiled back. “I’ve had worse.”

Lauren was on the phone when I entered her office. Her tone was clipped and impatient as she told the person on the other end of the line that they should be able to manage the job without her having to oversee it personally.

she held up one finger to me to tell me she’d be another minute. I responded by blowing a big bubble with the gum I was chewing and popping it loudly.

Her brows shot up, and she hit the buttons to close the doors and frost the glass wall.

Grinning, I sauntered over to her desk and hopped onto it, curling my fingers around the lip and swinging my legs. she popped the next bubble I blew with a quick jab of her finger. I pouted prettily.

“Deal with it,” she said with quiet authority to whoever was on the phone. “It’ll be next week before I can get out there and waiting will set us back further. Stop talking. I have something time-sensitive on my desk and you’re keeping me away from it. I guarantee that’s not improving my disposition. Fix what needs fixing and report back to me tomorrow.”

she returned the phone to its cradle with suppressed violence. “Camila—”

I held up one hand to cut her off and wrapped my gum in a Post-it I took from a dispenser on her desk. “Before you reprimand me, Miss. Jauregui, I want to say that when we reached an impasse in our merger discussions at the hotel yesterday I shouldn’t have walked out. It didn’t help to resolve the situation. And I know I didn’t react very well to the PR issue with the photo. But still…Even though I’ve been a naughty secretary, I think I should be given another chance to excel.”

Her gaze narrowed as she studied me, assessing and reevaluating the situation on the fly. “Did I ask for your opinion on the appropriate action to take, Miss Cabello?”

I shook my head and looked up at her from beneath my lashes. I could see the lingering frustration from her phone call falling away from her, replaced by her growing interest and arousal.

Hopping down from the desk, I sidled closer and smoothed her immaculate tie with both hands. “Can’t we work something out? I do possess a wide variety of useful skills.”

she caught me by the hips. “Which is one of the many reasons you’re the only woman I’ve ever considered for the position.”

Warmth flowed through me at her words. Boldly cupping her cock in my hand, I fondled her through her slacks. “Maybe I should reapply myself to my duties? I could demonstrate some of the ways I’m uniquely qualified to assist you.”

Lauren hardened with delectable swiftness. “Such initiative, Miss Cabello. But my next meeting is less than ten minutes away. Also, I’m not accustomed to exploring job enrichment opportunities in my office.”

I freed the button of her fly and lowered her zipper. With my lips to her jaw, I whispered, “If you think there’s anywhere I won’t make you come, you’ll have to revisit and revise.”

“Camila,” she breathed, her eyes hot and tender. she cupped my throat, her thumbs brushing over my jaw. “You’re unraveling me. Do you know that? Are you doing it on purpose?”

I reached inside her boxer briefs and wrapped my hands around her, offering up my lips for a kiss. she obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.

“I want you,” she growled.

I sank to my knees on the carpeted floor, pulling her pants down enough to give me the access I needed.

she exhaled harshly. “Camila, what are you—”

My lips flowed over the wide crown. she reached back for the edge of her desk, her hands curling around the lip with white-knuckled force. I held her with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of her skin and her uniquely appealing scent made me moan. I felt the vibration ripple through her entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in her chest.

Lauren touched my cheek. “Lick it.”

Aroused by the command, I fluttered my tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when she rewarded me with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of her with one hand, I hollowed my cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.

I wished I had the time to make it last. Drive her crazy…

she made a sound filled with the sweetest agony. “God, Camila…your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that…hard and deep.”

I was so turned on by her pleasure I squirmed. Her hands pushed into my bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. I loved how she started out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust she felt for me overwhelmed her control.

The soft bite of pain made me hungrier, greedier. My head bobbed as I pleasured her, jacking her with one hand while I sucked and stroked the crest with my mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of her cock, and I slid the flat of my tongue along them, tilting my head to find and caress each one.

she swelled, growing thicker and longer. My knees were uncomfortable, but I didn’t care; my gaze was riveted to Lauren as her head fell back and she fought for breath.

“Camila, you suck me so good.” she held my head still and took over. Thrusting her hips. Fucking my mouth. Stripped to a level of base need where only the race to orgasm mattered.

The thought made me crazed, the image in my mind of how we must look: Lauren in all her urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where she ruled an empire, stroking her big cock in and out of my greedy mouth.

I gripped her straining thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for her climax. Her balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of her powerful virility. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.

“Ah, Camila.” Her voice was a guttural rasp. Her grip tightened in my hair. “You’re making me come.”

The first spurt of semen was so thick, I struggled to swallow. Mindless in her pleasure, Lauren was thrusting against the back of my throat, her cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. My eyes watered and my lungs burned, but still I pumped my fists, milking her. Her entire body shuddered as I took everything she had. The sounds she made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I’d ever heard.

I licked her clean, marveling at how she didn’t fully soften even after an explosive orgasm. she was still capable of fucking me senseless and more than willing to, I knew. But there was no time and I was happy about that. I wanted to do this for her. For us. For me, really, because I needed to know I could indulge in a selfless sexual act without feeling taken advantage of.

“I have to go,” I murmured, standing and pressing my lips to her. “I hope the rest of your day is awesome, and your business dinner tonight, too.”

I started to move away, but she caught my wrist, her gaze on the clock readout on her desk phone. I noticed my picture then, sitting in a place of prominence where she’d see it all day.

“Camila…Damn it. Wait.”

I frowned at her tone, which sounded anxious. Frustrated.

she quickly restored her appearance, tucking herself back into her boxer briefs and straightening the tail of her shirt so she could fasten her pants. There was something sweet in watching her pull himself back together, restoring the façade she wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

Tugging me close, Lauren pressed her lips to my brow. Her hands moved through my hair to unclip my tortoise barrette. “I didn’t get you off.”

“No need.” I loved the feel of her hands on my scalp. “That rocked just the way it was.”

she was overly focused on fixing my hair, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm. “I know you need an even exchange,” she argued gruffly. “I can’t let you leave feeling like I used you.”

A bittersweet tenderness pierced me. she’d listened. she cared.

I cupped her face in my hands. “You did use me, with my permission, and it was seriously hot. I wanted to give you this, Lauren. Remember? I warned you. I wanted you to have this memory of me.”

Her eyes widened with alarm. “Why the fuck do I need memories when I have you? Camila, if this is about the photo—”

“Shut up and enjoy the high.” We didn’t have the time to get into the photo issue now and I didn’t want to. It was going to ruin everything. “If we’d had an hour, I still wouldn’t let you get me off. I’m not keeping score with you, ace. And honestly, you’re the first person I can say that to. Now, I have to go. You have to go.”

I started away again, but she caught me back.

Scott’s voice came through the speaker. “Excuse me, Miss. Jauregui. But your three o’clock is here.”

“It’s okay, Lauren,” I assured her. “You’re coming over tonight, right?”

“Nothing could keep me away.”

I shoved up onto my tiptoes and kissed her cheek. “We’ll talk then.”

____

After work, I took the stairs down to the ground floor to feel less guilty about skipping the gym and seriously regretted it by the time I reached the lobby. Lack of sleep from the night before had left me wiped out. I was contemplating taking the subway rather than walking when I saw Lauren’s Bentley at the curb. When the driver got out and greeted me by name, I halted abruptly, surprised.

“Miss. Jauregui asked that I take you home,” he said, looking smart in his black suit and chauffeur hat. He was an older gentleman with graying red hair, pale blue eyes, and the softest of cultured accents.

As much as my legs ached, I was grateful for the offer. “Thank you…? I’m sorry—what was your name?”

“Angus, Miss Cabello.”

How had I not remembered that? The name was so cool, it made me smile. “Thank you, Angus.”

He tipped his hat. “My pleasure.”

I slid through the back door he opened for me and as I settled into the seat, I caught a glimpse of the handgun he wore in a shoulder holster beneath his jacket. It appeared that Angus, like Clancy, was both bodyguard and driver.

We pulled away from the curb and I asked, “How long have you been working for Miss Jauregui, Angus?”

“Eight years now.”

“Quite a while.”

“I’ve known her longer than that,” he volunteered, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror. “I drove her to school when she was a young girl. she hired me away from Mr. Vidal when the time came.”

Once again, I tried to picture Lauren as a child. No doubt she’d been beautiful and charismatic even then.

Had she enjoyed “normal” sexual relationships when she was a teenager? I couldn’t imagine that women weren’t throwing themselves at her even then. And as innately sexual as she was, I imagined she’d been a horny teen.

Digging in my purse, I pulled out my keys and leaned forward to set them on the front passenger seat. “Can you see that Lauren gets those? she’s supposed to come over after whatever it is she’s doing tonight and depending on how late that is, I might not hear her knock.”

“Of course.”

Paul opened the door for me when we arrived at my apartment and he greeted Angus by name, reminding me that Lauren owned the building. I waved to both men, told the front desk Lauren would be coming over later, and then took myself upstairs. Cary’s raised brows when he opened the door to me made me laugh.

“Lauren’s coming over later,” I explained, “but I’m feeling so hammered right now I may not stay up long. So I gave her my keys to let herself in. Did you order already?”

“I did. And I tossed a few bottles of Cristal in the wine fridge.”

“You’re the best.” I shoved my bag at him.

I showered and called my mom from the phone in my room, wincing at her strident, “I have been trying to reach you for days!”

“Mom, if it’s about Lauren Jauregui—”

“Well, of course, it’s partly about her! For goodness’ sake, Camila. You’re being called the significant woman in her life. How could I not want to talk about that?”

“Mom—”

“But there’s also the appointment you asked me to make with Dr. Petersen.” The note of smug amusement in her voice made me smile. “We’re scheduled to meet with him Thursday at six o’clock in the evening. I hope that works for you. He doesn’t do many evening appointments.”

I plopped backward onto my bed with a sigh. I’d been so distracted by work and Lauren that the appointment had slipped my mind. “Thursday at six will be fine. Thank you.”

“Now, then. Tell me about jauregui…”

When I emerged from my bedroom dressed in jersey pants and a San Diego State University sweatshirt, I found Trey seated with Cary in the living room. Both men stood when I came in and Trey gifted me with an open, friendly smile.

“I’m sorry I look so ragged,” I said sheepishly, running my fingers through my damp ponytail. “Taking the stairs at work almost killed me today.”

“Elevator take the day off?” he asked.

“Nope. My brain did. What the hell was I thinking?” Spending the night with Lauren was enough of a workout.

The doorbell rang and Cary went to get it while I headed into the kitchen for the Cristal. I joined him at the breakfast bar as he signed the credit card receipt and the look in his eyes when he glanced at Trey had me hiding a smile.

There were a lot of those looks going back and forth between the two men as the evening progressed. And I had to agree with Cary that Trey was a hottie. Dressed in distressed jeans, matching vest, and a long-sleeved shirt, the aspiring veterinarian looked casual but well put together. He was very different personality-wise from the type of guy Cary usually dated. Trey seemed more grounded; not quite somber, but definitely not flighty. I thought he’d be a good influence on Cary, if they stayed together long enough.

The three of us made it through two bottles of Cristal and two pizzas between us, plus all of Demolition Man before I called it a night. I urged Trey to stay for Drivento round out the Stallone mini-marathon; then I went to my room and changed into a sexy black baby doll I’d been given as part of a bridesmaid gift bag—sans the matching panties.

Leaving a candle burning for Lauren, I crashed.

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I woke to darkness and the scent of Lauren’s skin, the lights and sounds of the city shut out by soundproofed windows and blackout drapes.

Lauren slid over me, a moving shadow, her bare skin cool to the touch. Her mouth slanted over mine, kissing me slow and deeply, tasting of mint and her own unique flavor. My hands slid down her sleekly muscular back, my legs parting so she could settle comfortably between them. The weight of her against me made my heart sigh and my blood warm with desire.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I said breathlessly when she let me up for air.

“You’ll come with me next time,” she murmured in that sexy and decadent voice, nibbling at my throat.

“Will I?” I teased.

she reached down and cupped my butt in her hand, squeezing and lifting me into a deft roll of her hips. “Yes. I missed you, Camila.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, wishing I could see her. “You haven’t known me long enough to miss me.”

“Shows how much you know,” Lauren scoffed, sliding downward and nuzzling between my breasts.

I gasped as her mouth covered my nipple and sucked through the satin, deep pulls that echoed in the clenching of my core. she moved to my other breast, her hand pushing up the hem of my baby doll. I arched into her, lost to the magic of her mouth as it moved over my body, her tongue dipping into my navel, then sliding lower.

“And you missed me, too,” she purred with masculine satisfaction, the tip of her middle finger rimming my cleft. “You’re swollen and wet for me.”

she pulled my legs over her shoulders and licked between my folds, soft and provocative laps of hot velvet against my sensitive flesh. My hands fisted in the sheet, my chest heaving as she circled my clit with the tip of her tongue, then nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves. I keened, my hips moving restlessly into the devious torment, my muscles tightening with the clawing need to come.

The light, teasing flutters were driving me insane, giving me just enough to make me writhe but not enough to get me off. “Lauren, please.”

“Not yet.”

she tortured me, coaxing my body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting me slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted my skin and my heart felt like it would burst. Her tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on my clit until a single stroke would set me off, then moving lower to thrust into me. The soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making me desperate enough to beg shamelessly.

“Please, Lauren…let me come…I need to come, please.”

“Shh, angel…I’ll take care of you.”

she finished me with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through me like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through me in a warm rush of pleasure.

she threaded her fingers with mine when she came over me again, restraining my arms. The head of her cock aligned with the slick entrance of my body and she pushed inexorably into me. I moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge of her penis.

Lauren’s breath gusted hard and humid against my throat, her big frame trembling as she slid carefully inside me. “You’re so soft and warm. Mine, Camila. You’re mine.”

I wrapped my legs around her hips, welcoming her deeper, feeling her buttocks flex and release against my calves as she demonstrated to my body that it would indeed take her thick length all the way to the root.

With our hands linked, she took my mouth and began to move, gliding in and out with languid skill, the tempo precise and relentless yet smooth and easy. I felt every rock-hard inch of her, felt the unmistakable reiteration that every inch of me was her to possess. she drove the message home repeatedly until I was gasping against her mouth, thrashing restlessly beneath her, my hands bloodless from the strength of my grip on her.

she spoke heated praise and encouragement, telling me how beautiful I was…how perfect I felt to her…how she’d never stop…couldn’t stop. I came with a sharp cry of relief, vibrating with the ecstasy of it, and she was right there with me. Her pace quickened for several slamming thrusts; then she climaxed with a hiss of my name, spilling into me.

I sank lax into the mattress, sweaty and boneless and replete.

“I’m not done,” she whispered darkly, adjusting her knees to increase the force of her thrusts. The pace remained expertly measured, each plunge staking a claim—your body exists to serve me.

Biting my lip, I fought back the sounds of helpless pleasure that might’ve broken the tranquility of the night…and betrayed the frightening depths of emotion I was beginning to feel for Lauren Jauregui.

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treybriggsthewriter · 4 years

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(I published this story in The Junction but wanted to share it here for anyone who didn’t get to read it)

Art by @the-vulgar-knight

Bloom

By Trey Briggs

We don’t talk about the bouquets much.

Oswald wore them in his hair when we were kids. When we found the bodies, he had a full head of roses and daisies, all expertly arranged by his mother. She fussed over him, really. The shy boy ate to the sounds of that woman hissing and fumbling over his every move.

Embarrassed for him, I stared at my plate when she piled food onto his, looked around their massive old Tudor home when she pulled his ears, fussing about wax, hid my face in prayer when she pulled dried skin off his lips.

Oswald wasn’t meant to be pretty, I think. He wasn’t meant to be neat.

My father dropped me off at their house all the time, especially after my mother died. Our parents talked for hours, enjoying each other, and sometimes he’d put his hand on her knee. I don’t know if she liked it. A few times, we showed up, and she fussed at my father, her face blooming in anger, words too low to understand. He laughed when she was angry, shooing us to go play, and Oswald would take me on a tour. I couldn’t imagine so much luxury. Even walking around the estate made my head throb with wonder.

We visited a lot. Once, Oswald’s mother turned us away angrily, but Oswald sobbed, crying for me, and she let us stay. My father put his hand on her knee again that day, and they shooed us, and we disappeared outside. She had a garden that went on for acres, with hired help to mow lawns that breathed longer and deeper than we ever would. I hid under fountains with Oswald, speaking a language I long since forgot. We knew a lot more then.

The night peeled back over our heads, and when we ventured back to the house, there was no one there. We scoured the entire home. I read books to Oswald, envying the bouquet still tied with twine to his brown locs, until we fell asleep. We were still alone when we woke up.

I wanted flowers in my hair, so Oswald took me to his favorite spot in the garden. The rising sun made his skin glow, crawling over the flowers one by one, settling on his brown skin, and sliding down to meet cracked lips. I stared too long, then his face fell.

When we found the bodies, he wilted.

…

Over the years, he’s put less and less flowers in his hair.

Oswald doesn’t make eye contact anymore, so I compensate for him. When we go places, I speak loudly and fearlessly. There’s a potion in it somewhere. He gets to root into the ground, all his nerves bundled up into a blank expression, and I present. It happens at the bank, at the grocery store, in every place that matters. I never speak to him directly, but I speak often.

People don’t even recognize us as destitute. Waifs. Homeless. They don’t see us as street people. They don’t see his home crawling with vines and mildew or the black mold inside that crept into our lungs until we had to leave. It follows us everywhere, the hollow echo in the halls. Sometimes it rains, and I feel the water hitting my skin, dripping from the roof even if we’re inside. The house was falling apart before she died, he said, but she didn’t want to give up what they had.

The people, they don’t know we stayed in that house until the lights went off. Until the water stopped running. Until there was nothing but a roof and walls and silence. They don’t know how many years we fed off the garden, how we walked alone on the estate until the bodies decomposed, until there was nothing left.

We clean up well, I think. Oswald doesn’t care, but I make sure we have couches to sleep on, sinks to wash in. My father used to say cleanliness was next to … something.

I forget what he used to say sometimes, but it’s been a long time.

When Oswald does speak, it’s like waiting for the sun to crawl over the flowers in his hair, watching it eat the darkness, slow at first, then spreading and widening. It’s like watching the light bloom over his eyes, then his nose, then his cracked lips. It’s like watching his face fall. People listen to Oswald, and when he speaks, I feel forgiven.

When we found the bodies, I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. The thick, hairy leg of a man stretched toward us, then I had the stupid thought to cover my eyes before I reached his private parts. I skipped up and saw his face, then I didn’t care.

…

We have sex sometimes, and all Oswald wants to do is squeeze me. He never moans. I make noise. I move too much, trying to compensate for how still he is. At twenty-two, maybe I have more energy than he does at twenty-four, but I don’t know how these things work.

It’s the only time I allow myself to look at him. He keeps his eyes closed, digging his hands into my hips, drawing blood sometimes. I can’t stand to have him over me, to have him behind me, to have bruises anywhere I might see them. So I’m always on top, and he’s always so still, he could be the floor. He never makes a sound.

When we found the bodies, he let out a single gasp, something so small that only I remember. I didn’t hear it at first. There was a whistle in my ears I still can’t explain, just a strange noise that blocked out everything. The woman’s face was clean, but her mouth was wrenched open in some last-minute expression of horror. The man had his hand on her throat, holding her still, letting her die. They were trapped in that scene.

We saw Oswald’s mother’s exposed breasts, her bruised neck, the windpipe crushed deep into her throat. Then, there was nothing. I saw my father with his arms and legs wrapped around her, lovingly maybe. You wouldn’t know he’d murdered her if it wasn’t for the bruising. If it wasn’t for the expression.

I know he was dead, but I couldn’t look long enough to figure out how. I knew he killed her. There was no question. Both of their eyes were empty, hollowed out like some … like … I don’t know. Like death.

I still can’t describe some things. You just don’t learn when it’s you and trauma and a childhood to finish.

They left us to grow ourselves, and some things just never took.

…

I wore a flower in my hair once, and Oswald’s face transformed. It folded almost, then he was sobbing, then he wouldn’t look near me for weeks. Sometimes I put it back in, ashamed of myself but needing to want something again. I can’t remember anything I wanted other than the flowers.

I imagine myself opening sometimes. Bouquets in my hair, finally getting those flowers Oswald was supposed to give me. Even when I find the words to say to Oswald, when I find the strength to turn to him and speak, I imagine the sun crawling over the flowers in his hair and stop. Maybe he hates me. Maybe he feels stuck with me, trapped in a single moment in his mother’s garden, staring down at our dead parents.

I’m stuck in the sun hitting his bouquet, the moment of calm before the hair on a leg, the bruising on a neck. I’m stuck in that moment of bloom, so maybe he is too.

#writeblr #short story #tragedy #fiction #Trey Briggs the Writer #black characters #original fiction

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blackrosesfanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 232

Cammie

Parasailing. Hated it. On a boat that’s going too damn fast. In a damn balloon that's barely holding you. In an ocean that could easily swallow you. Nope. I pass. Never doing that again.

"Aye, what's up with Amber?" Chris says as we walking off the pier.

"Why you asked?" I say looking at him.

He kinda shrugs. "She didn't wanna come with us. She likes stuff like this."

I stare at him reading all his insecurities. "Sounds like you want to ask something else."

"Just wanna know what's up."

"Well nothing." I shrug. "You sure something's up with her?"

He shrugs then starts walking faster. "Maybe it's nothing."

I jog up to him. "Christopher. What is it?"

"You know she asked if something going on with me and Alex. She always talking about making assumptions and shit. Like if I'm cheating I try to make it like she doing it. So why would she ask me that?"

"She just flat out asked that? No reason? Don't seem like her."

"What's up with this surprise she has? I know it ain't a fucking drone."

I stop walking. "Oh hell no. You not bout to play me."

He cuts his eyes at me. "What?"

"Trying to get me caught up." I say slapping him on the neck.

"Damn." He says. He looks behind up. "What's up with your boy?"

I glance at Trey who was walking up the pier really slow. "He is self destructing. Ignore him."

"I don't think that's healthy."

"He is okay." I nod.

Chris shakes his head. "I don't think so, Bae."

"Tremaine?"

"Hmm?" He says looking up.

I put my hands on my hip. "Why you looking so drained and you didn't even do nothing?"

He sighs when he gets to me. "You right. I didn't do nothing but rock."

"You feeling sick?" I ask touching his stomach.

"Yeah fucking worrying about you on that got damn boat and you can't swim. You need to learn how to swim."

I suck my teeth. "Go to your room, Tremaine. You acting depressing. Go."

Trey yawns. "You think Caden sleep or woke?"

"Aye, Trey, what is Amber hiding?"

"She fucked another dude last week and now she having second thoughts about that little ass ugly ring you gave her. Oh and she tested positive for gonorrhea."

"You a little bitch."

"Your dick little." Trey says walking away.

Chris laughs. I told him there's nothing wrong with Trey. He is just acting pissy cause he wants to act pissy. I walk up to him and grab his ass. He turns his head looking at me. I do it again.

"Jayla, you really do need to learn how to swim."

"Tremaine."

He turns around grabbing me. "What's Amber up to?"

"I'm not telling you for you to go tell Chris."

"She pregnant?" Trey narrows his eyes at me. "On our marriage. Go ahead and lie."

I suck my teeth and walk away from him. "On nothing."

"I'm bout to tell Chris. Come here."

"Tremaine." I say turning around. He had a big smile on his face. "Why you playing?"

He keeps smiling. "Aye, Chris."

"Tremaine." I snap walking to him.

"Yeah." Chris says looking up from his phone.

Trey grabs me. "You a fucking ugly ass light skin ass bitch, Chris."

"Fuck you." Chris snaps looking back at his phone. "Fucking... aye man just fuck you."

"You don't have shit to say?" Trey says letting me go. "Amber fucked Alex."

"What?" Amber says from the porch.

Trey looks around shocked that she was there. He laughs. I kiss his lips when he turns back around. I just want to act like nothing is wrong. Like we don't have all these problems lingering around our lives. Flying above our heads like a hawk on the hunt. Waiting. He smiles and rubs my sides.

Chris

Cammie and Trey are annoying to me. I hate being around them when they happy and I damn should don't like seeing them like this. Cammie all sensitive. Trey fucking sensitive. Like what happen to the irritating ass couple that make you sick cause they so attached to each other?

"Bae." I say when I reach the porch where Amber was. "You okay?"

"Your daughter still here." She snaps.

I put my phone in my pocket. "She said something to you?"

"Who Royalty?" Amber cuts her eyes at me.

"I can't read you." I say staring at her. "Royalty can barely talk. What could she say to you? Let's start simple. Why Royalty still here?"

Amber gives me a stall face. "What?"

"Why Royalty still here?" I repeat irritated.

"She saw here mama and started crying. She said she didn't want to go."

I blow. "So who was this Mama she wanted?"

"I don't know. You listened to a two year old."

"So what's up with you?" I ask pushing up on her.

She points to the drone. "I tried to do something with that but it won't work right."

"I thought Rollie was gonna show you." Trey says picking the drone up.

"But he didn't."

Trey gives her a look. "You got sand all in the shit. Probably won't even fly."

I walk over to Trey with the drone. "The red light is on. You recording something."

"Oh." Amber says then giggles. "Just delete that."

"What?" Trey asks.

Amber shrugs a bit. "Just us playing around. Nothing but sky and sand."

Trey looks at me. I'm just raging with fucking crazy ass thoughts and shit. Why she suddenly so fucking giggly? Trey picks the phone up that's near the drone. We could see ourselves so it was still on but not recording. Trey starts playing a video.

"How did you pull that up?" Amber snaps.

"Just press the button." Trey says.

We watch as someone tries to straighten the drone up. Rollie takes over the controls making the drone hover in the middle of the room. Then it was suddenly flying through the house. It flies back into the bedroom into the bathroom to the shower.

"Aye take that back." I say. "What's all that shit on the mirror?"

"I wanna see who in the shower." Trey says moving away a bit.

I try to get the phone from him. "You being a bitch."

"Here." He says giving up the fight. "Damn, man."

I take it back to the mirror. All it had on it was scribbling. It wasn't real writing. I suck my teeth and play the video watching the drone get closer to the shower. So who in the damn shower? The door opens. Its gotdamn Rollie stepping out the shower with a towel on his head. Trey laughs. So fucking stupid. The drone flies out the room into the kitchen to the refrigerator. Again Rollie in his damn towel.

"Come on man." I say looking around.

"Where Amber ass go?" Trey laughs. "Aye look."

The drone flies outside to Rollie running on the damn beach in slow motion. Literally trying to run in slow motion. Everything else normal speed. I laugh. I couldn't act mad no more. It then goes to Rollie drawing in the sand. Right as it was about to show what he wrote the drone crashed into the sand.

"What you think this nigga wrote?" I say walking out onto the beach.

"You gonna follow his shit up?" Trey laughs following me.

We walk pass the fire pit out to the beach. I didn't see any writing. I walk down from the house away from the pier. I didn't see nothing earlier walking to the house so it must be in the other direction.

"Aye, Imma use the drone." Trey says looking down at the phone.

"You in on this?" I snap looking at Trey.

"Fuck you mean? I was with you on the gotdamn boat?"

I watch him as he flies the drone in the air to us. What the hell Amber up to and where the hell she went? Trey laughs.

"How the fuck were we supposed to read this shit if he let the water wash it away? That nigga stupid." Trey laughs.

"Bitch?" I say out loud. "That's what he wrote?"

Trey laughs some more. "I thought it was gonna be a message."

I walk over to the water where Rollie's writing was half washed away. There was a baby bottle taped to a stick that was wedged in the sand. I shake the bottle then open it. There wasn't anything in the bottle.

"Cliché." Trey says snatchinf the bottle.

"What?"

Trey looks in the bottle. "Message in the bottle. Pirates, ocean, no?"

"Yeah but what is special about Rollie having a baby. We already know that."

"Chris?" Trey says.

"What?" I say taking the bottle.

He frowns his eyebrows. I stare back at him trying to wonder what the hell he saying my name for. I look at the bottle. We already know Rollie girl pregnant. I look up towards the house. They were being funny. I drop the bottle and start walking towards the house. I couldn't stay calm so I started running.

"Amber!" I say through the house. All I hear is my echo.

"Uncle Chris, you see you toy?" Lane asks walking in the room. "Here go you surprise."

I take the box from him. "Thank you, Lane."

"It a baby... it for a baby." Lane says.

"Lane, you are the worst at surprises." I say opening the box.

"You daughter gone."

There's a ultrasound picture in the box. I felt like crying with excitement. Shit Lane shut the fuck up.

"Where Amber?"

"Outside with you daughter. Here mommy here."

I walk outside to the front of the house. Lane wasn't lying about that. My baby mama was here but she was bringing Royalty back. Amber was walking towards the house with Cammie and Royalty. Royalty runs up to me then runs right pass me to Lane.

"So we gonna act like this not happening?" I say.

"Lane." Amber says after seeing the ultrasound picture in my hand. "You can't talk around that little boy."

Cammie giggles. "Lane gave you take Chris?"

"What do you think?" Amber asks smiling.

"I'm..." I pause about to get choked up. I just shake my head.

Amber hugs me. "It's freaking unpredictable. Like why happen now?"

"Why not now?"

"Did you like our video? The sonogram was supposed to be in the bottle but the boat pulled up before I could get back out there. You were just supposed to find the message in the bottle then some little boy gave you the box."

"I liked how it was. A treasure hunt?"

She smiles. "I tried."

"What's wrong with it happening now?"

"Chris you have a one year old that you just met. We weren't even trying to have a baby. Our relationship..."

I shrug. "Is in a good place."

She kisses me. "Thought we had time to plan."

"I was planning."

"I was told I needed to get my body right for a baby. I feel like that was yesterday. I was gonna say that our relationship doesn't need anymore surprises. We are in a good place."

I pick her up. "I'm fucking excited about this baby."

"I'm nervous." She sighs. "It's real."

"Yeah."

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waderbird · 4 years

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The Big Fall Out.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear….. Time for Belinda’s voice of reason to return me thinks! What a few weeks Waders fans have had to endure, since BigAl sent me the photo of Nunny and his son watching what would be Lee’s last game in charge of the Waders…

Let me start with an”I told you so” 🤷‍♂️ Right at the start when Lee took over from Nunny I predicted that this would not end well and I think I said it would last just one season – typically no-one listened and, guess who got it right!! For the record, that isn’t a slight on Lee, its more a judgement on the personalities that would be having to deal with each other I’😜m a professional manager and I wouldn’t but dream of putting those people in the same team… Also Lee makes no secret of his desire to rise up the football ranks (with the very best will, that won’t happen at Biggleswade) So, for me it was just a matter of time. To his credit, Lee came in and brought a whole new level of professional set up with him – gone was BigAls twitter feed😒 and in came post match interviews, highlights, sponsored players (not sure Donners gave me my money’s worth 😂 ) a better twitter feed (sorry Al😉 ), replica kits that you could get the same season (no offence Bozza - was thinking more the Soppy Tache days😜) and seriously cute photos of my grandson courtesy of the lovely Faye ❤💕

To say I was pleased to hear of Nunnys return is an understatement (I was always much closer to Nunny – he was why I stuck with the Waders) - Will he stay? I hope so, but who knows...👀🤞

So let’s try and break down what has happened since 5th November:

Lee and his backroom staff left to Join Hendon FC who are struggling in a relegation zone; A strange and sudden move most fans thought (those of us in contact with Faye and Lee know why and its nothing untoward👌)

Waders played Met Police away in the Trophy on the 9th, we brought them back to ours on 12th and beat them thanks to Joe White👏 . Rain bought us some time until we faced Alveley on 23rd – losing 4-1 in the most dreadful waders display I’ve seen in many years😢… It wasn’t helped with rumours of at least 9 players ready to follow Lee to Hendon 😢 As fans we were furious, we’re loyal and expect that the players love the club like we do (of course its silly, few are – it’s a job and also their loyalty lies with their families and a good Gaffa, as Waders Legend Captain Fantastic Gents❤ pointed out to me; fair enough, although as a fan it doesn’t make it any more palatable 🤦‍♀️

Lo and behold the announcement came out the following week that we were losing 6 players to Hendon with immediate effect – so 7 had gone to Hendon in total as Shaun Lucian had jumped ship earlier (he’s a local to Hendon so fair play✔). I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t bothered about most of them (don’t really have any connection with them🤷‍♀️) – I was bothered about the sheer number though? and I was upset by a couple of Nunny originals in Liam Brookes and Lucas Perry😢 – But good luck to them and I’m still in contact with ya mum Lucas .😍

Not unsurprisingly the fans WhatsApp group went apoplectic – it felt like we were being destroyed and still no news of any signing for us..😢

I did my best to block, mute, unfollow anything Hendon related on social media – it just felt like salt in the wound 🤦‍♀️

Friday and Saturday saw some signings being revealed, at least the Green Army wouldn’t have to dust off their boots!🙌🙌

So yesterday in Spoons myself, Bunnyman, Cheslseaboy, Rodney and Uncle Albert all met up before the match and most of the talk was doom and gloom… For once I was the only one with any optimism (£20 for a Waders win!😜😜) we mulled everything over again and again – but the truth is no-one knows what went on; I genuinely think its 6 of one and half dozen the other🤷‍♂️

No Nunny today, instead another Waders Legend took charge – Craig Ryderhead 👍😁 It was a good match to watch, BigAl was back on twitter duties😊, Becs and Anya were back on the raffle😍 , the club have small bottles of processco in, thanks Annette 😘 AND Waders won thanks to and Ex Hendon player👏👏👏 Trey Charles , and Ex Wader Liam scored for Hendon securing a point for them 👍 All is good…You’d think🤦‍♀️

It all seemed to get a bit rubbish on twitter again last night 👀 Not sure I know why, luckily my phone was at just 5% so I dodged most of it until this morning 😒but as the Gaffa says, time to stop and draw a line under it all, it really is getting boring now 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♀️ .

For the record, before another uproar starts – this is all my thoughts as a Waders fan💕💕 and friend to many that are involved in this sorry mess 💕💕, I don’t in anyway speak for or represent the club; But as I said earlier I did predict this, I am always right (BigAl will tell you that😜), so I probably am in this instance😂.

Whatever happens I want my club back – and for the 1st time in 3 weeks I got that yesterday👏👏✔💖 , so please let’s all move on!! Not to Hendon though! (joke)😉😉.

#Waders InNunnyWeTrust #GreenArmy #WaderFamily

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Kiss inspired by a song for Maxwell and Amanda

Song: “Nobody Else But You” by Trey Songz

“I guess I’m just a fool with her

Looking in the mirror like, ain’t you scared to lose her?

Why you acting like another man wouldn’t choose her?”

A/N: Again. I’m not sure where this went. Thanks for the request tumblr BFF! hehe

“He still hasn’t asked you on a second date?!”

Olivia’s question leaves Amanda speechless and, if she’s being honest with herself, a bit embarrassed. She wasn’t sure why there wasn’t a second date with Maxwell. Or a third. Or a fourth. Amanda shrugs her shoulders in response, words seemed futile at this point, as she busied herself with smoothing out the wrinkles of her pleated skirt.

“You need to meet someone to get your mind off of him,” Olivia said with an authoritative voice. Before she could expound on her statement, before Amanda could even begin to voice her protests, the chair between the two old friends is suddenly pulled out and occupied by a very attractive man.

“Ladies,” the man nodded to each of them. Amanda tried to keep her jaw from dropping as she took in his features. The man seated to her right was inexplicably good-looking.

His brunette hair wasn’t too long or too short but just right for the comb over haircut he was sporting. Signs of a growing beard dominated his cheeks but the faint dip in his cheeks, signifying the sexiest dimples on a man, was not lost on either woman. The white button up shirt conformed to his athletic build as it hugged his upper body showcasing his toned chest and abs.

“Not that I mind a handsome stranger rudely interrupting a lunch date with one of my best friends whom I haven’t seen in over a week. But is there a reason why you decided to break up a perfectly fine lunch date between two good friends?,” the sincerity in Olivia’s voice made it hard for the handsome man, or anyone for that matter, to take offense.

The man seated between the two women chuckled as he looked to Olivia and then back to Amanda. “She’s a joy to be around,” he mused as he jerked his head back to the red-headed Duchess. Amanda let out an unattractive snort at his words then tried to cover it with a sudden cough.

“Careful Amanda,” Olivia said with narrowed eyes as she threw a cloth napkin at her friend, “wouldn’t want you to choke in front of company.” Amanda nodded her head in response, scrambling to cover her mouth with the napkin.

“Would you like some water?,” the handsome stranger asked with genuine concern.

“She’s fine,” Olivia answered, “But never mind her. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes, of course. I meant to introduce myself but your stunning friend here had trouble breathing,” he winked at Amanda, “it didn’t seem appropriate at the time to make introductions.”

“Well she’s no longer choking,” Olivia said as she nodded towards her friend. The man’s eyes lingered on Amanda as if he was taking in every single curve and dip of her body and committing it to memory. She could feel her skin turning hot at the attention.

“I can see that,” a ridiculously arrogant smile spread across his lips. Amanda’s eyes widened at the remark before folding her arms close to her chest, forcing herself to stop fidgeting under his stare.

“And what else do you see?,” Olivia asked with a smirk that made Amanda’s stomach turn, uncomfortable with where this conversation was headed.

“Olivia!,” she finally found her voice and looked at the man seated between them. “Don’t pay attention to her,” she said shaking her head, “she’s going through a mid-life crisis right now.”

“I hardly think two idiots trying to catch my attention count as a mid-life crisis!”

Amanda shrugged her shoulders as she reached for her glass of orange juice.

“And may I remind you-,”

“No, you may not.”

“-that I...Did you just say no?”

The sound of laughter from the handsome stranger reminded both women that they weren’t alone.

“Again, for the third time, can we help you?,” Olivia didn’t care to sound polite anymore. The man cleared his throat as he straightened himself in his seat. Amanda allowed herself a smile at seeing him, and countless others, squirm under Olivia’s scrutiny.

“Actually you can,” his blue eyes never leaving Amanda, “I’ve been watching you for the past half hour and-”

“I’m a creep,” Olivia muttered.

“Am not a creep,” he turned to Olivia with a smug look, “and would like to ask you on a date,” his last words leave his mouth when his gaze settles on Amanda once again.

“She accepts!”

“‘Liv!”

“Meet her here. Tonight. 7PM.”

“I’ll be here at 6,” he said as he stood from his seat. He proffered his hand to Amanda who extended her own to him. Before she realizes it his lips are softly grazing the skin on the back of her hand. “See you tonight,” his breath hot on her skin with his blue eyes never leaving hers.

It takes a few moments for Amanda to regain her composure before yelling out to him. “I don’t even know your name!” He turned around and began to walk backwards, his smile somehow shines even brighter in the sunlight.

“Show up tonight and I’ll tell you!,” and with that he turned back around and went his way.

“Olivia,” Amanda’s mind tried to wrap itself around what just happened. “What...Why would you..Olivia!?”

“Don’t even know his name yet and he has you all flustered,” she said with a chuckle as she sipped the glass of mimosa and dodged the croissant being thrown her way.

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Maxwell noticed the couple as soon as they walked in. How could he not? Her presence almost demanded attention from any room she would ever enter. He longingly looked over to the person making Amanda laugh. He didn’t recognize the ridiculously good-looking man whose hand just moved from the back of the chair to the small of her back.

“Maxwell?”

The woman’s voice draws him out of his daze with Amanda’s date.

“Is everything okay?,” she asked as she reached over for his hand. A gesture Maxwell deemed inappropriate for a first date.

In the corner of his eye he notices Amanda standing from her table and making her way to the back, presumably to the restroom. Before he knew what he was doing, Maxwell suddenly stood from his seat knocking the two glasses over on the table.

“I’ll be right back,” he said not bothering to wait for an answer from his date.

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Amanda wanted to be angry with Olivia for setting up, no, forcing her on this date with a complete stranger. But surprisingly, she was enjoying herself. First dates were always so awkward. She disliked attempting to find a topic to discuss over a mediocre, overpriced meal. Not to mention the small talk or awkwardness at the end of the night with most men thinking they were owed something for the meal. Which is why Amanda always insisted on paying for herself on these dates. But it didn’t make the night any easier.

Elliot, she actually did find out his name tonight, seemed to be different. Holding a conversation with him was almost natural. His quick wit and humor brought an easy smile and laugh. She found herself interested in what he shared of his line of work and personal life. It could possibly become the best first date she’s ever had.

However, that title was currently held by the youngest Beaumont brother. Her first date with Maxwell would always hold a special place within her. Amanda doesn’t remember a time where she laughed so hard, all night. The years of friendship between them made it almost too easy to have a second date.

But it wasn’t as easy because there never was a second date.

And Amanda never understood why.

Days turned into weeks as she diligently kept her phone nearby at all times. A small glimmer of hope with each ring would die away just as quickly when she wouldn’t see his name show up. Olivia was right, Amanda decided as she dried her hands in the ladies’ restroom. It was time to move on.

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Maxwell wasn’t sure what he would say to her. He didn’t care though. Something yearned within him to see her. To feel her.

Their first date, signified him emerging from the friend zone, surprised him. It was so easy to talk to her. She understood him like no one ever did, or would, he knew that much by the end of the night. It was as if Amanda could see him, the real him. Aside from the jokes, the short resume he possessed and a long list of relations he had in his pursuit for a good time.

Amanda knew the real him. Like she was a part of his soul.

And it frightened him.

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“Maxwell?”

His thoughts are interrupted by the very woman whom he chose to distance himself from. Until a few minutes ago that is.

“Are you here with someone?,” she asked as she searched the hallway for another woman. But he doesn’t say anything. Not out loud anyway.

Because he realized, in that precise moment, he did not care to be anywhere with just anyone. What he wanted was what he had been running from since their first date.

He wanted her.

Ever since his lips brushed against hers that night. He knew no other woman would do. Yet, he tried. Tried to forget the effect she had on him. Tried to replace her with others.

Fighting himself, Maxwell ran his hand over his face in frustration before he found himself walking towards her.

“Are you okay?,” the concern in her eyes caused his heart to melt at her regard for his well being. He pondered for a moment if she would still care if she knew he purposely avoided her these past few weeks.

Amanda couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable he was. She hated seeing him like this with her. It wouldn’t be this complicated if that first date never happened. She would’ve never seen him in a different light. She wouldn’t know how soft his lips were or how her hand perfectly fit into his. And he wouldn’t be standing here looking like this.

But then the weirdest thing happened next.

Maxwell’s hands eagerly pulled her to him by the waist rendering her speechless. Amanda looked into his eyes and noticed the same desire she saw on the night of their first date. And just like that night, she soon found herself closing the distance between their lips.

At first her lips lightly grazed the corner of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her tongue brushing against his bottom lip. His grip around her waist tightened. Using his free hand to caress her cheek, he kissed her. All those nights he wished it was her beside him in bed. All those mornings it should’ve been her he was waking up next to and not another random pretty face. He poured every ounce of himself into this kiss.

It wasn’t long before Amanda’s back is pressed against the wall and Maxwell’s lips are on her neck tasting, devouring, teasing. She felt like she was going to burst at any moment right there in the darkened hallway of the restaurant.

Which she probably would have if she didn’t finally come to her senses.

“Maxwell!,” she gasped as his tongue traced a line from her neck down to her chest. She gently pushed him away before assessing her now wrinkled clothing.

“What’s wrong?,” he asked. Amanda felt like her heart would shatter at how hurt he was by her rejection. But there was a time and place for this. And on a date with another man certainly wasn’t it.

“Maxwell, I’m on a date,” she tried to put an emphasis on the last word but somehow it came out more of a plea.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You know?”

“Yes. I saw you leave your table and thought this was my chance to see you.”

Amanda could feel a small bubble of anger build up in the pit of her stomach at his words. Of all the nights he could have seen her, he chose the night she was on a date with another man.

“You could’ve had other chances before tonight you know,” her words came out with a bitterness she hadn’t known existed until now.

“Excuse me?”

“To see me Maxwell. You could’ve seen me all those other days. You never called me. Never even texted to say hello after that night.”

“Amanda…,” whatever he was going to say trailed off because he knew she was right. He had no valid excuse. None that wouldn’t hurt her more than he already had.

“I just want to know why. Were you...” she hesitated a moment, trying to collect her thoughts, “Did you not feel the same way I did after our date?” Her voice was just above a whisper.

“Amanda…,” he quickly closed his mouth when a waiter passed by with a curious look in their direction. “I can’t do this. Not right now,” he knew his date would be calling a search party for him if he didn’t return to their table soon.

“I see,” she pressed her lips into a thin line. The same lips that burned his skin a few minutes ago was now making him feel like the worst human being in the world.

“Can I come by tonight?,” he asked as he rocked on the heels of his shoes trying to portray the look of total control.

“No. I’m afraid I’ll be busy,” Maxwell’s brow arched at her words.

“How about tomorrow morning?,” he followed up.

“I already made plans as well.”

“Friday?”

Amanda let out a small laugh. The irony of this whole situation was all too much. Standing right in front of her was the man she had set her heart on these past few weeks. And he was asking to see her. Wasn’t this what she had wanted?

Yet, she rejected all of it.

All of him.

“Maybe it’s best we forget that night ever happened Maxwell,” she was now face to face with him. Their faces dangerously close together.

“I know you did. And I probably should too,” the last words leave her lips as she places a final kiss on his cheek before leaving him alone in the darkened hallway.

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An Analysis on the Sexualities of Tweek and Craig

Quick Introduction Spoiler: This analysis reaches the conclusion that both of these characters are gay. But not just that they’re gay. That homosexuality is “the point”. If I were to start this analysis by saying their sexualities don’t actually matter in the grand scheme of things, I’d be a liar (based on my observations made in this analysis). And I’m not just talking about their homosexuality mattering in terms of representation. Their homosexuality matters in terms of mattering to South Park. Don’t get what I mean? That’s what this analysis is for and that point will be made especially clear in the last section.

Before I can get to that big chunk of meta, I will also be going over the character sheets.

First of all. I will NOT touch anything pre-Tweek x Craig. This is why I dislike my old analysis, it draws too many points from old episodes. To try and make a statement about modern canon using old information is to assume there is intended continuity that goes years back. And in this case, it also assumes Matt and Trey seriously thought about the sexualities of these two minor characters before Tweek x Craig. And being honest, I don’t think Matt and Trey thought about Tweek and Craig much in general before TxC. Craig didn’t have his modern characterization fully established until “Pandemic” (he was mostly just a rival to the main four before then) and Tweek just straight up stopped existing for years.

I also won’t go into Tweek x Craig because I think plenty of people have hit upon that episode already (including myself in my old analysis on Tweek). If you want to see the points I made on Tweek from that episode, here you go .

Them as Superheros and the Character Sheets

On to the character sheets! These (obviously) aren’t all of them, but they are the only ones relevant to this analysis.

It’s obvious these sheets aren’t completely accurate. The only straight Cartman is and will ever be is a straight up liar. But I don’t think that makes ALL of these sheets inaccurate. Making a superhero persona =/= always making a character completely distinct from who you actually are (though you COULD do that). Think of an actual superhero with a secret identity. When we talk about something like Batman and Bruce Wayne, are we talking about two distinct characters or are they ultimately the same character leading a double life? Easy. The latter. So it’s fair to say some of the kids treated their superhero personas that way. But how do you determine how the kids went about their superhero identities?

Let’s look at Kyle. He went all out with making his character and at one point, even directly says he dropped some of his personal information in favor of making his superhero more believable as an alien.

That makes the rest of his character sheet questionable as to whether or not the information applies to KYLE, not Human Kite. Maybe he came up with an asexual gender-neutral alien race? Or maybe Kyle really IS asexual? It’s hard to say. The point is that this character sheet is for sure not completely accurate to who Kyle actually is. He treats Human Kite as someone distinct from himself as an actual person. Because of that, the things on his character sheet should be taken with a grain of salt.

Now let’s look at Tweek and Craig. These two, unlike the others, tie in their superhero personas to who they actually are. How can I say that for sure? Because they literally put their actual names into the names of their superhero personas.

Because they keep their real names in their superhero names, that’s a pretty big indication these superhero personas aren’t meant to be completely distinct from them as people. And there’s nothing from the superhero histories they came up with or in the game dialogue to suggest they’re meant to be distinct. They’re just Tweek and Craig, now with super powers.

Though of course, those sheets and this explanation of them aren’t quite solid enough proof to end this analysis at that. But I do think the argument is solid enough to not toss the character sheets aside as completely invalid. They make excellent tools for comparing what’s claimed on the sheets and what the characters show in behavior.

But I’m not done here with their superhero personas. This IS an analysis on the sexualities of Craig and Tweek so it would be criminal not to bring this up. Wonder Tweek most likely based his costume and powers more on Wiccan than any other superhero, despite naming himself after Wonder Woman. Here is a fantastic post on that

Why does that matter here? Because Tweek skipped over modelling his costume and abilities after the big name superheroes and wanted to be more like Wiccan, an explicitly gay superhero who isn’t well known. Kids often admire and make role models out of characters they can see a part of themselves in. Tweek found this powerful superhero character that shared something big in common with him, so he wanted to use Wiccan as a model for his own superhero persona. Like how many little girls like dressing up like Wonder Woman. Which, to me, is very adorable and heartwarming.

The Subject of their Sexualities within the Series

On to the last point. The idea of them liking strictly boys is something the series likes to come back to. Even if they’re things meant to make you laugh more than anything. Whether it’s Craig bringing the subject up for no apparent reason and bluntly saying “I’m gay” in his monotone voice, or Tweek not bucking out extra cash to impress a flirty waitress who wears her shorts extra tight and short and then at another point proclaiming his love for “sausage” - the writers bring you back to the idea that “Yes, they’re GAY”. This type of content wouldn’t be thrown in if they intended for you to think otherwise.

And I’m not just talking about bringing the fandom (who are watching this stuff more closely) back to the idea of them being gay, I’m talking about the average viewer. I’ve seen quite a few playthroughs where seemingly more casual fans laugh at how awkwardly Craig brings the subject up and how straight forward he is. Or ignore the notes the Raisins Girls have on Dog Poo and Butters, but then chuckle once they see Tweek’s. These scenes serve to remind the audience as a whole that these characters are gay (using humorous methods to do so - this is a comedy after all).

I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed how much the others characters love to point out that Tweek and Craig are gay at any chance they get. They’re constantly referred to as “gay” or “homosexual”. It’s constantly thrown in at complete random, with even the news anchor from “Put it Down” calling Tweek a “young homosexual boy”. Almost seems like they’re trying to rub these two characters being gay into our faces doesn’t it?

Because that’s EXACTLY what they’re doing. And here’s where the meta comes in. When those other characters remind you that Tweek and Craig are gay, that’s SOUTH PARK reminding you that they’re gay.

Looking back at the Tweek x Craig commentary reveals these reminders are intentionally brought up a lot and serve to work as parodies. Here’s a quote from the commentary: “It’s basically kind of the show saying look how cool and up to date we are! We now have a gay couple on it and it shows how proud shows can be of themselves for having gay couples.” Link to the commentary

Matt and Trey describe the excitement of the townspeople as being a metaphor for the show itself being excited and proud to have gay characters. The moments after TxC meant to remind you that these two are gay are a continuation of the show proudly showing off its gay characters and the fact that they’re gay.

Like I said earlier. The show strongly wants you to know that they’re gay. And at the rate they’re going, an analysis like this one will eventually be completely unnecessary in telling you that Tweek and Craig are gay. Because that’s something that’s only going to grow increasingly more blatant as the show goes on.

In conclusion, both of these characters are super gay and that super gayness is super important to their now more prominent roles in South Park.

#south park #craig tucker #tweek tweak #sp creek #analysis #gay

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Chapter 4 part 2

I threw myself into clubbing like it was going out of style. Cary and I bounced all over downtown clubs from Tribeca to the East Village, wasting stupid money on cover charges and having a fabulous time. I danced until my feet felt like they were going to fall off, but I toughed it out until Cary complained about his heeled boots first.

We’d just stumbled out of a techno-pop club with a plan to buy me flip-flops at a nearby Walgreens when we ran across a hawker promoting a lounge a few blocks away.

“Great place to get off your feet for a while,” he said, without the usual flashy smile or exaggerated hype most of the hawkers employed. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me. And he didn’t have fliers or postcards. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising.

A stream of quickly moving pedestrians flowed around us. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I had. “Looks swank.”

“Show them that card,” the hawker urged. “You’ll skip the cover.”

“Sweet.” Cary linked arms with me and dragged me along. “Let’s go. You might find a quality guy in a swanky joint.”

My feet were seriously killing me by the time we found the place, but I quit bitching when I saw the charming entrance. The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. Amy Winehouse’s soulful voice drifted out of the open door, as did well-dressed customers who exited with big smiles.

True to the hawker’s word, the business card was a magic key that granted us immediate and free entrance. A gorgeous hostess led us upstairs to a quieter VIP bar that overlooked the stage and dance floor below. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. shepropped a beverage menu in the center and said, “Your drinks are on the house. Enjoy your evening.”

“Wow.” Cary whistled. “We scored.”

“I think that hawker recognized you from an ad.”

“Wouldn’t that rock?” He grinned. “God, it’s a great night. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life.”

“Oh?”

“I think I’ve decided to see where things go with Trey.”

That made me happy. It felt like I’d been waiting forever for him to find someone who’d treat him right. “Has he asked you out yet?”

“No, but I don’t think it’s because he doesn’t want to.” He shrugged and smoothed his artfully ripped T-shirt. Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, he looked sexy and wild. “I just think he’s trying to figure out the situation with you first. He wigged when I told him I lived with a woman and that I’d moved across the country to be with you. He’s worried I might be bi-curious and secretly hung up on you. That’s why I wanted you two to meet today, so he could see how you and I are together.”

“I’m sorry, Cary. I’ll try to put him at ease about it.”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. It’ll work out if it’s supposed to.”

His assurances didn’t make me feel better. I tried to think if there was a way I could help.

Two guys stopped by our table. “Okay if we join you?” the taller one asked.

I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Both were smiling and confident, their stances loose and easy.

I was about to say, Sure, when a warm hand settled on my bare shoulder and squeezed firmly. “This one’s taken.”

Across from me, Cary gaped as Lauren Jauregui rounded the sofa and extended her hand to him. “Taylor. Lauren Jauregui.”

“Cary Taylor.” He shook Lauren’s hand with a wide smile. “But you knew that. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I could’ve killed him. I seriously thought about it.

“Good to know.” Lauren settled on the seat beside me, her arm draped behind me so that her fingertips could brush casually and possessively up and down my arm. “Maybe there’s hope for me yet.”

Twisting at the waist, I faced her and whispered fiercely, “What are you doing?”

she shot me a hard glance. “Whatever it takes.”

“I’m going to dance.” Cary stood with a mischievous grin. “Be back in a bit.”

Ignoring my pleading glance, my best friend blew me a kiss and the guys followed him. I watched them all go, my heart racing. After another minute, ignoring Lauren became ridiculous, as well as impossible.

My gaze slid over her. shewore dress slacks in graphite gray and a black V-neck sweater, the overall effect being one of careless sophistication. I loved the look on her and was attracted to the softness it gave her, even though I knew it was only an illusion. she was a hard woman in a lot of ways.

I took a deep breath, feeling like I needed to make an effort to socialize with her. After all, wasn’t that my big complaint? That she wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed?

“You look…” I paused. Fantastic. Wonderful. Amazing. So damn sexy…In the end, I went with the lame, “I like the way you look.”

Her brow arched. “Ah, something you like about me. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater? Or maybe it’s the pants?”

The edge to her tone rubbed me the wrong way. “And if I say it’s just the sweater?”

“I’ll buy a dozen and wear them every damn day.”

“That would be a shame.”

“You don’t like the sweater?” she was pissy, her words coming clipped and fast.

My hands flexed restlessly in my lap. “I love the sweater, but I also like the suits.”

she stared at me a minute, and then nodded. “How was your date with B.O.B.?”

Oh hell. I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing green stare was mortifying. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

she brushed the backs of her fingers over my cheek and murmured, “You’re blushing.”

I heard the amusement in her voice and swiftly changed topics. “Do you come here often?”

Shit. Where did that clichéd line come from?

Her hand dropped to my lap and caught one of mine, her fingers curling into my palm. “When necessary.”

A quick stab of jealousy made me stiffen. I glared at her, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. “What does that mean? When you’re on the prowl?”

Lauren’s mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit me hard. “When expensive decisions need to be made. I own this club, Camila.”

Of course shedid. Jeez.

A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. she looked at Lauren and gave her a flirtatious smile. “Here you go, Miss. Jauregui. Two Stoli Elites and cranberry. Can I get you anything else?”

“That’ll be all for now. Thanks.”

I could totally see that she wanted to get on the pre approved list and I bristled at that; then I was distracted by what we’d been served. It was my beverage of choice when clubbing and what I’d been drinking all night. My nerves tingled. I watched her take a drink, swirl it around in her mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of her throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of her stare did to me.

“Not bad,” she murmured. “Tell me if we made it right.”

she kissed me. she moved on fast, but I saw it coming and didn’t turn away. Her mouth was cold and flavored with alcohol-laced cranberry. Delicious. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. I shoved a hand in her glorious hair and clenched it tight, holding her still as I sucked on her tongue. Her groan was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard, making the flesh between my legs tighten viciously.

Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping.

Lauren followed, nuzzling the side of my face, her lips brushing over my ear. she was breathing hard, too, and the sound of the ice in her tumbler clinking against the glass skittered across my inflamed senses.

“I need to be inside you, Camila,” she whispered roughly. “I’m aching for you.”

My gaze fell to my drink on the table, my thoughts swirling around in my head, a clusterfuck of impressions and recollections and confusion. “How did you know?”

Her tongue traced the shell of my ear and I shivered. It felt like every cell in my body was straining toward her. Resisting her took an impossible amount of energy, draining me and making me feel tired.

“Know what?” she asked.

“What I like to drink? What Cary’s name is?”

she inhaled deeply, and then pulled away. Setting her drink down, she shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that she faced me directly. Her arm once again draped over the sofa back, her fingertips drawing circles on the curve of my shoulder. “You visited another of my clubs earlier. Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment.”

The room spun. No way…My cell phone. My credit card. My fucking apartment. I couldn’t breathe. Between my mother and Lauren, I felt claustrophobic.

“Camila. Jesus. You’re white as a ghost.” sheshoved a glass into my hand. “Drink.”

It was the Stoli and cranberry. I pounded it, draining the tumbler. My stomach churned for a moment, then settled. “You own the building I live in?” I gasped.

“Oddly enough, yes.” she moved to sit on the table, facing me, her legs on either side of mine. she took my glass and set it aside; then warmed my chilled hands with her.

“Are you crazy, Lauren?”

Her mouth thinned. “Is that a serious question?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink?”

“Not presently, but you’re driving me crazy enough to make that a possibility.”

“So this behavior isn’t normal for you?” My heart was pounding. I could hear the blood rushing past my eardrums. “Or is it?”

she shoved a hand through her hair, restoring order to the strands I’d mussed when we’d kissed. “I accessed information you voluntarily made available to me.”

“Not to you! Not for what you used it for! That has to violate some kind of privacy law.” I stared at her, more confused than ever. “Why would you do that?”

shehad the grace to look disgruntled at least. “So I can figure you out, damn it.”

“Why don’t you just ask me, Lauren? Is that so fucking hard for people to do nowadays?”

“It is with you.” she grabbed her drink off the table and tossed back most of it. “I can’t get you alone for more than a few minutes at a time.”

“Because the only thing you want to talk about is what you have to do to get laid!”

“Christ, Camila,” she hissed, squeezing my hand. “Keep your voice down!”

I studied her, taking in every line and plane of her face. Unfortunately, cataloging the details didn’t lessen my awe even a tiny bit. I was beginning to suspect I’d never get over being dazzled by his looks.

And I wasn’t alone; I’d seen how other women reacted around her. And she was crazy rich, which made even old, bald, and paunchy guys attractive. It was no wonder she was used to snapping her fingers and scoring an orgasm.

Her gaze darted over my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m thinking.”

“About what?” Her jaw tightened. “And I’m warning you, if you say anything about orifices, preapprovals, or seminal emissions, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

That almost made me smile. “I want to understand a few things, because I think it’s possible I’m not giving you enough credit.”

“I’d like to understand a few things myself,” she muttered.

“I’m guessing the ‘I want to fuck you’ approach has a high success rate for you.”

Lauren’s face smoothed into unreadable impassivity. “I’m not touching that one, Camila.”

“Okay. You want to figure out what it’s going to take to get me into bed. Is that why you’re here in this club right now? Because of me? And don’t say what you think I want to hear.”

Her gaze was clear and steady. “I’m here for you, yes. I arranged it.”

Suddenly the threads the street hawker had been wearing made sense. We’d been hustled by someone on Cross Industries payroll. “Did you figure that getting me here would get you laid?”

Her mouth twitched with suppressed amusement. “There’s always the hope, but I expected it would take more work than a chance meeting over drinks.”

“You’re right. So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch?”

“Because you’re out trolling. I can’t do anything about B.O.B., but I can stop you from picking up some asshole in a bar. You want to score, Camila, I’m right here.”

“I’m not trolling. I’m burning off tension after a stressful day.”

“You’re not the only one.” she fingered one of my silver chandelier earrings. “So you drink and dance when you’re tense. I work on the problem that’s making me tense in the first place.”

Her voice had softened, and it stirred an alarming yearning. “Is that what I am? A problem?”

“Absolutely.” But there was a hint of a smile around her lips.

I knew that was a lot of the appeal for her. Lauren Jauregui wouldn’t be where she was, at such a young age, if she took “no” gracefully. “What’s your definition of dating?”

A frown marred the space between her brows. “Lengthy social time spent with a woman during which we’re not actively fucking.”

“Don’t you enjoy the company of women?”

The frown turned into a scowl. “Sure, as long as there aren’t any exaggerated expectations or excessive demands on my time. I’ve found the best way to steer clear of those is to have mutually exclusive sexual relationships and friendships.”

There were those pesky “exaggerated expectations” again. Clearly, those were a sticking point with her. “So, you do have female friends?”

“Of course.” Her legs tightened around mine, capturing me. “Where are you going with this?”

“You segregate sex from the rest of your life. You separate it from friendship, work…everything.”

“I’ve got good reasons for doing that.”

“I’m sure you do. Okay, here are my thoughts.” It was difficult concentrating when I was so close to Lauren. “I told you I don’t want to date and I don’t. My job is priority number one and my personal life—as a single woman—is a close second. I don’t want to sacrifice any of that time on a relationship and there’s really not enough left over to squeeze in anything steady.”

“I’m right there with you.”

“But I like sex.”

“Good. Have it with me.” Her smile was an erotic invitation.

I shoved her shoulder. “I need a personal connection with the men I sleep with. It doesn’t have to be intense or deep, but sex needs to be more than an emotionless transaction for me.”

“Why?”

I could tell she wasn't being flippant. As bizarre as this conversation must be for her, Lauren was taking it seriously. “Call it one of my quirks, and I’m not saying that lightly. It pisses me off to feel used for sex. I feel devalued.”

“Can’t you look at it as you using me for sex?”

“Not with you.” she was too forceful, too demanding.

A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in her eyes as I bared my weakness for her.

“Besides,” I went on quickly, “that’s semantics. I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? You said that really quickly considering I’m telling you I need to combine two things you work so hard to avoid putting together.”

“I’m not comfortable with it and I don’t claim to understand, but I’m hearing you—it’s an issue. Tell me how to get around it.”

My breath left me in a rush. I hadn’t expected that. shewas a woman who wanted no complications with her sex and I was a woman who found sex complicated, but shewasn’t giving up. Yet.

“We need to be friendly, Lauren. Not best buds or confidants, but two people who know more about each other than their anatomy. To me, that means we have to spend time together when we’re not actively fucking. And I’m afraid we’ll have to spend time not actively fucking in places where we’re forced to restrain ourselves.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“Yes. And see, that’s what I mean. I wasn’t giving you credit for that. You should’ve done it in a less creepy manner”—I covered her lips with my fingers when she tried to cut me off—“but I admit you did try to set up a time to talk and I wasn’t helpful.”

she snipped my fingers with her teeth, making me yelp and yank my hand away.

“Hey. What was that for?”

she lifted my abused hand to her mouth and kissed the hurt, her tongue darting out to soothe. And incite.

In self-defense, I tugged my hand back to my lap. I still wasn’t completely confident that we’d worked things out. “Just so you know there are no exaggerated expectations—when you and I spend time together not actively fucking, I won’t think it’s a date. All right?”

“That covers it.” Lauren smiled and my decision to be with her solidified for me. Her smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted her so badly it was physically painful.

Her hands slid down to cup the backs of my thighs. Squeezing gently, she tugged me just a little bit closer. The hem of my short black halter dress slipped almost indecently high and her gaze was riveted to the flesh he’d exposed. Her tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive I could almost feel the caress on my skin.

Duffy began begging for mercy, her voice drifting up from the dance floor below. An unwelcome ache developed in my chest and I rubbed at it.

I’d already had enough, but I heard myself saying, “I need another drink.

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Pandora Park AU Part 3

(This is a re write of Pandora Hearts (Jun Mochizuki) with the South Park (Matt stone & Trey Parker) characters, I don’t own any either of these. I hope you enjoy it)

(Warning: There is a lot of blood in this chapter as well as a kiss scene (I wonder which characters ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )which involves some blood so if you don’t like that you probably don’t want to read this chapter.)

In an abandoned church the Testaburger servant was enjoying some tea and cake. “The twittering of birds, sunlight shining in. This is the perfect setting for sipping tea, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned towards Wendy for an answer. She just looked back at him, annoyance in her eyes. “Do please finish up with your tea, Stan. You are being imprudent.”

Stan laughed slightly. “Oh, I think it’s fine, Lady Wendy. We still have time until the ‘path’ opens.” Stan then turned to the brunette in the corner “And why don’t you come over here and have some candy?” Stan then produced a lollipop from his pocket. The brunette glared back at him, “….I’m good…” he mumbled. Stan just grabbed the bridge of his nose before saying “If you’re so tense you’ll even make a mess of things that come second nature to you..”

Wendy walked over to the brunette “The Testaburger family is undertaking this mission of it’s own accord. Even the organization doesn’t know about it, so please don’t blunder, okay?” She smiled warmly at him. He gazed at her “…Don’t worry, I have no intention of failing!”

Wendy then turned around “Then shall we begin the preparations? In order to rescue Sir Tweek Tweak with our own hands!”

Tweek was running for his life. Water was everywhere, covering the floor, splashing with ever step Tweek took. Tweek was having the worst panic attack ever. “What is this place. No matter how far I run the landscape stays the same.” Tweek’s stab wound stated to hurt again. He slumped against the wall, waiting for the pain to pass. He remembered the events that lead him to this moment. His mind especially went to the memory of Clyde. He hoped with all his heart that he was still alive.

Tweek looked up to see a floating teddy bear, his shakes increasing again “This isn’t a dream… That means that this is the Abyss!” Around him were floating toys, furniture and parts of buildings. Tweek stood up again, the pain numbed enough for him to start running again, before he started however he heard a demonic voice “I’ve finally found one!” Tweek turned around to see a monster, unlike the Guinea Pig this monster looked like a rag doll and had no eyes. It grabbed him and pushed him down. Tweek screamed. “It’s a yummy looking child!”

At that moment a powerful blast hit the monster causing it to crumble away into nothing. Before it vanished it yelled “How dare you, Bas%&*d B-Guinea Pig!” What stood in its place was the boy with the blue chullo hat. “A ‘card‘ shouldn’t be butting in.” The boy pointed at Tweek “That’s mine!” Tweek gasped, instantly recognising the boy. “YOU’RE THE BOY WHO MOLESTED ME!!!” The boy flipped him off.

“You’re so weak, letting a weak chain like that scare you.” The boy had taken Tweek to a more covered area. Tweek was confused again “Nugh What’s a chain?” The boy flipped him off again, Tweek was getting the feeling that it was a programmed response. “Chains are organisms that are born in the Abyss, and cards are the stupidest ones among them.” “Are Gah you a chain too, B-Guinea Pig?” The boy nodded.

Tweek then remembered their first encounter where the boy strangled him. “Do chains always attack people? you tried to kill me when we first met too. Why’d you do that!?” The boy just stared with his cold eyes “What are you taking about? When we first met I rescued you from the reapers.” Tweek was confused again, he swore it was this boy who had strangled him. He wore the same outfit and everything. It must have been a dream then “Great, now my dreams are trying to kill me!” The boy continued “I don’t know who you’re mistaking me for, but you’re being rude.”

Tweek opened the draw next to him, searching for food, and found a mug of coffee. “Oh thank god. Coffee you always find me.” The boy looked at Tweek. “How can you drink that stuff, and how do you know it’s not poisoned?” Tweek looked up at the boy. “Don’t make me panic again. This whole situation is just Nugh reminding me of the time I got kidnapped and I’m doing better than I was then. Besides, you’re not my enemy. You rescued me twice so you’d tell me if it was. Thank you for that by the way.”

The boy looked at Tweek, his eyes softened slightly, Tweek didn’t notice though.

“Craig.”

Tweek looked up confused. “What?” “That’s my real name. Others called me the ‘B-Guinea Pig’, but I give you special permission to call me Craig.” Tweek smiled slightly “I wonder why that name feels so familiar to me?”

Craig grabbed some flowers from the vase floating in front of him. “Before I forget, I rescued you for my own purposes, I didn’t do it because I care about you..” Tweek’s smile dropped “This guy really lacks emotion and empathy.” “The reapers went to the trouble of dropping you in here. I can’t afford to have you die.” “Why? What do you Hugh want with me? What’s this purpose of yours?”

Craig stood up, jumped, and landed on the draws in front of Tweek. “The same as yours. I want to get out of the Abyss too. That’s why I’ve been waiting for a person like you.” Craig crouched on the desk and lifted Tweek’s chin up so they were looking into each others eyes. Tweek blushed a little from the contact, he was invading his personal space again. “For a person who could become my ‘contractor’.“ Tweek was confused by what a ‘contractor’ was but Craig continued “Even you must’ve realized that this is no ordinary prison.” Craig stood back up again “The Abyss exists in a different dimension than the world you came from. A distortion called the ‘Path’ connects the two worlds. I’ll concentrate my power there and force open an exit.”

Craig crushed the flowers he was holding and threw them over Tweek for effect “Then, you and I can escape from here!” Tweeks face lit up. “We can escape! Even if its with him I’ll go for it, besides, aside from invading my personal space, I think his hearts in the right place.”

Craig spoke again. “However, I have a limiter on me, so I can’t produce that much power. The contract will allow me to release that power. You only have to call my name and agree to take part in the contract, then we can leave.” Craig’s eyes lit up slightly. “There’s something I have to do once I leave here, and you want out too.” Craig held out his hand to Tweek “So that makes us allies, doesn’t it? Then why don’t we work together!” Tweek looked up and smiled. He was scared but he knew somehow he could trust Craig. He slowly lifted his hand to take a hold of Craig’s.

“NO! Sir Tweek!!!”

Light circled Tweek and suddenly he vanished. Craig panicked slightly. “God Dammit!”

Tweek opened his eyes and saw a girl in a purple dress with black hair holding his hands. ”Wendy!” “That was close Sir Tweek, he would have killed you if you had taken his hand.” Tweek was shaking again “Why are you here!” Wendy smiled. “Worry not, Sir Tweek. I came to get you.” Wendy held out her hand and Tweek took it, the two began to walk.

“After you were dropped in here the Testaburger family began hatching a plan to rescue you. When I heard about it, I could not sit still and asked that I be included as well.” Tweek was blushing again. “She’s doing this for me, that’s so sweet.” “A little farther down is a magic formation for escaping from here. Please hold on until we reach it.”

Tweek was very happy to be escaping, but every so often he’d look back the way they came. “Are you worried about that B-Guinea Pig?” “GAHH, no….” Tweek couldn’t lie to himself though. He was very worried about Craig. Wendy looked at Tweek. “That is the most dangerous chain of all. That contract it mentioned is a ritual that is necessary for a chain to be in our world, since their existence is unstable.”

Tweek remembered something that conflicted with that statement. “But he showed up at the coming of age cere-” “That time, its power was sent there only temporarily.” Tweek was shocked, for something that was temporary Craig sure had gone on a rampage. “Even before that incident the B-Guinea Pig always interfered with our world every time a ‘Path’ opened. And it has butchered every single one of its contractors. It probably intended to kill you in the end as well.”

Tweek knew he should be terrified with what Wendy had said to him, but for some reason he wasn’t scared at all, in fact he was surprised at even himself with what he said next “Is… that really true? He’s emotionless and scary but he saved me twice. I…. I don’t think he’s evil.” “I don’t know anything about him, then why do I feel this way?”

Wendy laughed a little. “What are you saying Sir Tweek?” “nugh.. yeah, you’re right I’m-” “Didn’t the B-Guinea Pig not point a blade at you and yell ‘I’ll kill you’?”

Tweek froze but Wendy kept walking. “And still you say it’s not evil?” Tweek stopped her then. “How do you know about that dream! I haven’t told anybody about it!” Wendy started to crush his hand “S*&t. I think I’m in real trouble now!”

“Who the hell are you?!” Screamed Tweek.

Wendy turned around, her left eye was bulging and grotesque. “oopsie, Baby made a boo-boo!”

The chain taking Wendy’s form suddenly dropped its guise and transformed into a baby dolls head with spider legs coming out of it. Spider silk was coming out of it’s mouth. “Oh dear, I wanted to play with you a little more..” One of it’s legs darted towards Tweek to stab him. “It’s going to kill me!!”

Tweek saw blood splash into the water. He looked up to see Craig, he was using both his arms to block the legs. The sharp ends dug into his arms causing him to bleed. Craig looked at Tweek “Do I have to do everything for you?” “GAHH YOU’RE BLEEDING!!” Craig didn’t acknowledge Tweeks distress, he just continued. “This is ‘Mad Baby’, it’s a chain that peeks into your memories and toys with you.”

Craig then glared at Tweek darkly “I’m still annoyed at you for hesitating to take my hand but you took that girls hand no problem…” Tweek hung his head in shame “I’m sor-”

Another one of Mad Baby’s legs started lunging for them. Craig grabbed Tweek and pulled him out of danger. He hid them behind some building debris. Tweek then grabbed one of Craig’s arms and looked at his wounds, tears started to form in his eyes. “Why are you doing this. I nugh don’t know anything about you! Why does it have to be me!?”

Craig pulled his arm away and flipped him off. “You’re right. I don’t know anything about you either.” Tweek’s tears streamed down his face as he shut his eyes. “However.” Tweek opened his eyes and looked up at Craig. “I heard the sound of that watch when I was struggling to escape from here. The melody was familiar to me, so I followed it and ended up finding you. That’s when I realized that you’d be the one to get me out of the Abyss!”

Tweek’s tears stopped falling as he heard what Craig said. “I don’t have any reasons for thinking that way.” Craig then smiled a little, not a smirk that Tweek had seen before, but a very small genuine one. “I’m only following the conviction born inside me.”

Tweek started to smile himself when the wall behind them crumbed away and Mad Baby started firing web at them. Craig shoved Tweek away and Tweek collided against the ground. When he sat up again Craig’s arms was bound to his sides with web and was being lifted up into Mad Baby’s mouth. “B-GUINEA PIG!” Craig turned his head to Tweek, pain covered his face. “God dammit, if I didn’t have the limiter on, I could easily….. I think this is it for me.” Tweek looked in horror up at Craig. “You…. run away before it gets you to.”

“Run… Tweek…”

Craig then disappeared as the chain’s mouth closed around him. Tweek glared at it. He broke off some wood from a nearby chain and ran at the chain. “What am I doing? Why am I not running away like he said? Why do I want to rescue him? I don’t even know what he wants or even what he said was true.” Tweek leapt up screaming as he buried the splinter into its face. The mouth opened to yell in pain. Using this he pried open the mouth and yelled “I WON’T LET YOU DIE! NOT WHEN I OWE YOU SO MUCH!”

One thought raced through his mind “I don’t know why, but I don’t want to lose him here!”

Tweek saw Craig and without thinking he said the one thing he knew that would save them both.

“CRAIG! I AGREE TO THE CONTRACT!!!”

Craig’s head snapped up and suddenly a light emanated from him, blowing up Mad Baby and releasing both of them. Tweek was surprised he was floating but jumped more when Craig lased his fingers around Tweek’s own. “That’s not it, kid…” Craig then lifted the hand he had a hold of and while practically laying on top of Tweek, he used his other hand to cresses Tweek’s cheek. “I think you mean please enter into a contract with me, right?” The smirk was back on his face.

Tweek was angry now “No way, it was all an act!” Craig lifted up his left arm and sucked from blood from his wound and then pulled Tweeks head up.

He then kissed Tweek.

Tweek took a second to process what was happening but a bright red blush covered his face when he felt the copper tasting liquid and something else enter his mouth. Tweek tried to battle against the intruding object but all his strength left his body. In the end he ended up drinking the copper tasting liquid, it didn’t tase as bad as he thought it would. “I can’t think or resist it. It’s a power I can’t fight is overrunning my entire body.” Craig laughed slightly “Be grateful that you can serve as my hands and feet, kid..” Tweek then lost consciousness.

Tweek’s body twitched and his eyes opened, only now his eyes were pitch black with small white slits. He stood up and a smirk appeared on his face. “It’s finally mine! My own body!” Craig was now in complete control of Tweeks body. He lifted his head up and summoned his survival knife from thin air. “I can release my power now, I can finally escape from the Abyss!” Craig charged at the weak spot and it shattered.

Stan started to feel a strange disturbance in the air. Wendy looked at him with confused eyes. “What’s wrong Stan.” Before she knew what was happening Stan pulled her from where she was standing as a purple whirlwind formed in the exact same spot. As it cleared all three figures saw an unconscious Tweek laying on the ground. Stan laughed a little. “Well, well. What a surprise. He escaped from the Abyss on his own.”

The brunette figure grabbed Tweek. “This… is impossible.” He uttered. Stan let go of Wendy. “Well things worked out all right in the end though.” Wendy leaned down and touched Tweek’s cheek. “Yes… They did. We finally have obtained the key to Pandora. There is no turning back now. Even if he turns out to be the Lucifer who will bring us to ruin.”

To be continued…

(Hey guys. Hope you enjoyed this part. We got a lot of creek in this chapter and even a kiss, though the blood made it a little gross. Tweek is now possessed by Craig, but I wonder for how long? Well you’ll just have to wait for part 4 to find out ^_^. Let me know if you have any questions or if you see any mistakes.)

#pandora park #south park #pandora hearts #part 3 #wendy testaburger #sp wendy #stan marsh #sp stan #tweek tweak #sp tweek #craig tucker #sp craig #creek #sp creek #craig x tweek #tweek x craig

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Chapter 228

Alex

"Aye, so where did you sleep?" Hidia asks me loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Bitch, don't." I whisper.

She giggles still talking loud. "What?"

"With your man?" Chris asks. "Aye, where Jamaal?"

"Getting his daughter ready. Same fucking place he was last night. With his daughter." I roll my neck. "Auntie Debra got two beds in her room nosey-ness."

Hidia laughs. "Cockblocking from all directions. Where this daughter at? That's why you not feeling Mr. Workman."

I look at Marco sitting next to her. "Oh he just Mr. Workman now?"

"What was he before?" Marco says after seeing me look at him.

"Don't even try it." She says to him putting her hand in his face. "Know your stupid ass can't argue worth a damn."

Chris leans forward on the table. "Well got damn Hiya. I thought you were nice."

"Okay." I laugh.

"I am nice." Her bipolar ass says happily. "I just don't take that shit. You not bout to make me look like I'm fucking cheating when I'm faithful and I know it."

Jamaal sits down at the table looking back. "I thought Lexi would be out of place with a bunch of babies."

"Naw, Hiya got a 5 year old and Leah daughter about... older than 6." Chris says.

"Well she ain't gonna get shit out of my son." Hidia says looking back at him.

I sit up looking at him. "He still won't talk to yall?"

"Hell no." Hidia says. "Marco ass says its cause I talk too damn much."

Marco turns his head towards her making his dreads fall all in his face. He was a light skin mixed fine motherfucker. His mother was Honduran and his father black. He like 6ft and all muscles with a face full of hair. He is fucking worst than Trey when it comes to fucking Hidia. That's why I did that. She complains about it all the time. It's funny how the fine ass motherfuckers can't believe they can keep a woman. So insecure.

"You play ball, Marco?" Chris asks.

"Soccer."

Chris makes a face. "No thank you."

I take the whole plate of egg muffin things. Can't think of the name of them but gosh they taste good as hell. I make a face at them.

"What are these?" I snap.

"Vegan frittata." Chris says reaching across the table and snatching the plate before I could think about it. "For vegans."

I suck my teeth. "Christopher..."

He laughs wickedly. "You don't know me, man."

"Vegans don't eat eggs." I look at Jamaal. He looks my way. He always looking at me. I smirk at Chris then whisper. "Take em back."

"What?" Chris scrunches up his face.

Jamaal takes the Frittatas handing them across the table to me. Chris laughs really hard and starts talking shit to Jamaal. I look at Hidia then stand up.

"Bitch." I say to her.

"Damn." She says covering her mouth. She swallows her food. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I grab the frittatas and walk away. I only assume she is following me. I go into my room and sit the plate on the bed.

"You okay?" Jamaal asks.

"I'm fine." I snap.

Hidia walks in the room eating her waffle. "I go walking away from the table and Marco's ass sticks his fork in my plate. No. We not sharing shit all that food being supplied on someone else's budget. Now I see if we... Jamaal. We really don't need you, boo."

"Damn, I just wanted..."

"I know, I know. All you men think you matter. Take your butt and your cute outfit back to the table."

"I do have him looking good, right?" I say stuffing a frittata in my mouth.

Jamaal sighs walking out. "Aight."

Hidia waves at him then leans on the dresser. "So what you need a tampon, pad, condom... i don't use those tacky ass cups but the store has them."

"Cups?"

"Yeah, you squeeze em and slide them up in your vagina..."

"Umm..." Amber says making a face and kinda closing the door. "Yeah maybe you got it under control."

Hidia laughs. "You one of us. Coochies shouldn't make you uncomfortable, bae."

"The uncomfortable part is having to describe some shit that you squeezing... I don't wanna know if we finding out after 25."

"Oh just come in. I'm talking about those... anyway. Girl, what you need?"

I roll my eyes. "A pregnancy test."

Hidia sucks her teeth. "Oh you fucking lying."

"I got one." Amber says walking out.

"Wait." I say but she had already closed the door.

"What the fuck going on?" Hidia says standing up straight. "Bitch."

I wave my hand. "Don't say nothing."

Amber comes back in the room. "Sorry I got carried away."

"Did you?" Hidia snaps when Amber drops a bag on the table.

"I was like buying these for charity." Amber laughs. "Charity, right?"

I laugh picking one out the bag. "Yeah bitch my name Charity."

"No..." Hidia says pointing to Amber. "Are you?"

"I can't piss without Chris there, better yet spend 5 plus minutes in the bathroom."

"So let's all pee on a damn stick."

Everybody freezes when the door opens. Fadiya stares around the room awkwardly. She had all of us scared. She comes in the room and closes the door softly still confused. I blow breaking the silence.

"Who would think the first time you fuck somebody without a condom your shit disappear? Poof." I say emptying the bag.

"Or fucking your ex baby brother, right?" Fadiya says.

"What?" I snap then whisper. "Bitch you pregnant?"

"By her ex's baby brother. Let's keep the juice." Hidia says grabbing a test. "Oh no. I ain't fucking taking shit with yall. This not high school. This ain't no damn pregnancy pact."

I stuff my mouth then walk toward the bathroom. "Me first. I had to pee 5 frittatas ago."

Trey

A part of me really wanted to open up that box and let Cammie's mother know about what happened to her in college. The other part of me says I'm a coward for drawing the attention to something else. I love my Jayla and who knows what tragedy she will have to relive. I touch her thigh. I got you baby.

"That's selfish of me. This not about them." I say looking at April. You gonna back me up?

"It's about anything that safely comes up." Wanda says.

I shrug. "I agree but we pushing this if she says she doesn't want to talk about it."

"Well then Trey talk about what's going on with you. You say you fine. Do we just let that go?"

"No, cause I'm not fine." I say.

Cammie looks at me. "Why not?"

I shrug. "I just want different things in life and it ain't working."

"Say what?" She snaps.

"I mean..."

She makes a sassy face. "Take your time and say it right. We got time to hear you out."

I chuckle at her attitude. "I'm saying I want to be out there hustling and making moves. I want to be the man on top. Have all the money I can get. You know? But I just want to sit home and be with my family. The pull isn't working. It makes me fucking crazy."

"That's very understandable when you don't set clear realistic goals for yourself." Wanda says. "You know Trey when have you ever just stopped and dealt with everything that has happened in the last year. You got married, had a baby in the hospital, went on a career altering tour, and released an album. Have you dealt with any of this?"

"I've dealt with it. I got through it."

She leans up towards the table. "What made you not take your life?"

I look at Cammie. "I wanted to hear my baby voice."

"Tremaine?" Cammie says tears running down her cheeks.

"Not your son?" April asks.

I shake my head squeezing Cammie's thigh. "No. They have her. They have the best thing for them."

"Me by myself is not the best thing for them jackass."

"Jayla." Her mom says softly.

April whispers something to her. I rub on Cammie's thigh. She blows shaking her head. I mean it was what I was feeling. It was the truth.

"I know different now."

"Do you Tremaine? Was Lane fucking better off before you met him? Was he good not even having a chance to know his father? And you gonna do it to Caden willingly?"

"I wasn't thinking about that."

She sucks her teeth. "Of course because you were being selfish. If something happens to me then..."

"No. We not talking about that shit." I retort.

"Tremaine, yes the fuck we are. I got to know that you are here for my boys and not just me."

I turn to her. "I love the fuck out of my sons. I just don't want to think of losing you."

"They shouldn't have been easy for you to erase."

"Jayla you wouldn't fucking know what drugs will help you erase."

I just said the wrong fucking thing. I wanted to take it back immediately. Gotdamn. I lose all the fucking control I had. She springs up from the table and starts to walk away. I get up on her heels. I stop her.

"Baby, I'm sorry." I say hugging her.

"Get off of me. How the fuck you gonna tell me? Like..."

I hug her close to me against her will. "Jayla, I'm sorry."

"You can't keep doing shit like this."

"I know." I say kissing her head. "I'm sorry."

She hits me. "For what Tremaine? Why the fuck are you sorry? Let me go."

"Jayla." I say not listening.

"Let me go!" She screams.

I let go of her backing up. I always fuck stuff up worse than they were. That's the reason I feel like I don't deserve her. Shit like this. I can't get my fucking self together and its tearing us apart. Painfully and slowly. Ripping everything we could be apart before we even get it together. She walks out of the room. Nobody tries to even stop her. She didn't want me to touch her and that shit had my heart burning out my chest.

"I don't understand." Her mother says. "She is just so angry. So hurt."

"You can really feel it can't you?" Wanda says.

"Oh yes. I am her mother. I can feel her when she is miles away. Just hurting. It just hurts when you have to let go of the person you loved so deep and everything they left behind forces you to let go as well."

I turn around when I hear a chair move. April was hugging her and saying something low to her. I wipe my face defeated. I walk out of the room to find Cammie.

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Doodles | Tweek x Craig (fluff oneshot)

Summary: Tweek is by himself at recess at decides to draw

Word count: 1270

Genre: Fluff

(this should not have taken this long, and i’m sorry)

Tweek Tweak was sitting alone at a table by the black top holding his coffee thermos with shaking hands. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he just needed to be alone for a bit. He wasn’t upset just...would rather be by himself. Though, he was getting rather bored.

He looked over at Craig, Token, Clyde and Jimmy playing a game of basketball. He thought of asking if he could join, but the negative possibilities put way too much pressure on him. He sighed and glanced at his bag, which contained paper and markers.

He reached for his bag and dumped out the contents. He took a blue marker and started drawing stars.

Sometimes, Tweek would doodle when he was feeling anxious or apprehensive, which was often. He didn’t do full on art like the asian girls, but just simple sketches of simple things. He’d often doodle simple stuff, like flowers, or coffee, or anything he felt relaxing.

Normally, Tweek was always on edge, but doodling helped him calm him. As soon as his pen touched his paper, his hand would twitch less and he’d feel like he was in a whole nother world.

This time he found himself drawing outer space, with stars, swirls, planets. Thinking of space made him think of Craig, who wanted to be an astronaut.

Craig.

What was Craig to Tweek? That was a question that often plagued the frazzled blonde’s mind.

Was he a friend? Best friend? Fake boyfriend?

….Boyfriend, period?

Though it was ridiculous, and admittedly pretty gay, Tweek wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with Craig. He had this odd sense of comfort and confidence whenever Craig was around. And whenever he talked to him.

Though on the surface, Craig seemed uninterested and monotone, Tweek knew better than that. He had seen a side of Craig that not many had seen. His smile would always cause Tweek to want to smile, too.

Did that make him gay? Probably. But Craig had changed something in Tweek. Whenever Craig seemed down, Tweek did his best to try and fix whatever it was that was making him dejected. It was the least he could do for a person that made him feel the way he did.

Happy, comfortable, cared about...

It didn’t matter if it was gay. Tweek cared about Craig. And was perhaps even smitten for the noirette.

While he was spacing off, nopunintended Tweek started drawing Craig on the page. He put stars in his eyes to symbolize the brightness in them anytime he talked about something he cared about, like his pet Stripe, or outerspace. His eyes would light up whenever he talked about those kinds of subjects.

He smiled at the drawing. Tweek liked Craig the best when he was happy. Because at the same time, it would make him feel happy too.

“Whatcha drawing?” said a nasally voice, who had placed their head on Tweek shoulder, startling the boy.

Tweek snatched the paper, holding it to his chest, and whipped around to see Craig Tucker had come over to greet him.

“J-Jesus Christ, man!” Tweek nearly shrieked, “D-don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Craig held up his hands in surrender,

“Sorry, Sorry.” Despite the jumpy blonde’s outburst, Craig still maintained his usual deadpan expression. “I came over to ask if you wanted to come join us, but you were in the zone, so I decided not to bother you.”

He relaxed a bit to find it was only Craig, but that relief was instantly washed away when he remembered what was in his hand.

“So what’d you draw?”

“N-Nothing!” Tweek shouted hiding the sketch behind his back.

Craig arched an eyebrow. Normally, Tweek wouldn’t be so...defensive about showing his drawings. He wasn’t that terrible of an artist, at least by Craig’s standards.

So why he had refused to show him this drawing puzzled him. And at the same time, burn with curiosity.

“Come on, I won’t make fun of it.” Craig persisted.

“N-No!”

Craig knitted his eyebrows together. This wasn’t working, so he decided to use a different approach.

He looked behind Tweek, smiled, and waved.

“Oh, hi underpants gnomes!”

Tweek whipped around in fear.

“GAh! wHERE?”

Craig snatched the paper out of Tweek’s hand to take a look for himself.

“WAIT! PLEASE DON’T-” But Craig had already seen it. He was slightly surprised, not expecting the drawing to be of him. Although, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting.

He looked back to see Tweek, his face burned from embarrassment and he started rambling apologies.

“I-I’M SO SORRY! I KNOW IT WAS WEIRD TO DRAW YOUR BUT-NGH- OH GOD, I-”

“Dude, calm down, I’m not mad.” Craig reassured him

“Y-you're not?” Tweek asked.

“No. in fact, I kind of like it.” Craig admitted, flustering Tweek even more.

“It’s just, why would you draw me?”

“W-well,” Tweek started to explain, his face still red, “I started drawing space, and then I remembered how much you liked space, then I remembered I draw things that calm me down and so I started drawing you cause you calm down for some reason, but I wasn’t actually gonna show you, because then you would think I was a total weirdo and then you’d never talk to me again, and i’d lose the most important person to me and-”

“Tweek.” Craig interrupted his ranting, “I….I matter that much to you?”

“W-well, yeah.” Tweek calmed down, “You-You make me really happy. When I feel like I’ll fail at anything I try, you're always there to motivate me, and tell me I can do it. Really, you have no idea how good you are for me.” Craig’s face went red at his words.

God, why is he so fucking cute? He thought to himself Dammit gay thoughts

“Uh...hey, Tweek?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh...you mind if I….draw something?” Craig felt a bit selfish asking for this. This was Tweek’s way of calming down and focusing. But the blonde had no problem with it.

“Oh, go ahead!”

Craig sat down and grabbed a green marker. Granted, drawing wasn’t really his forte, but he gave it his best shot.

When he was done, he set down the marker and stared at a tree that had become really interesting all of the sudden.

Tweek looked at the drawing that happened to be of him. In the drawing he was smiling, his hands behind his back, and in the background were coffee cups and what appeared to be theatre masks.

Before he could ask, Craig had already started explaining.

“Look, I like you okay? When you're happy about something, it also makes me happy too for some reason. And I thought….well maybe when I feel like shit, and the real things not there, I can just look at this and feel better.”

He pushed back his hair, covering his eyes with his hand, “That just sounds really fucking gay, doesn’t it?”

“No!” Tweek shouted, then lowered his voice, “No, it’’s actually...really sweet.And...I-I know what you mean.”

The boys stared at the ground for a moment, before their making eye contact. They smiled sheepishly at each other, before they hear Clyde shout behind them, startling both of them.

“HEY! IS TWEEK GONNA PLAY OR WHAT?”

Craig glared back at Clyde, but immediately relaxed. “Right.” He glanced back at Tweek offering him his hand,

“wanna come join us?”

Tweek took a double take at Craig's hand before grabbing it.

“S-sure.”

So, hand in hand, they headed to the black top.

“You guys gonna hold hands the whole game?”

“Fuck off, Clyde.”

So the new episode of south park is apparently going to be a Tweek and Craig centered episode, and all I have to say is: Matt and Trey, please go easy on my poor, fragile Creek heart.

#why is there such a lack of creek fics on tumblr?#Creek sp #Tweek Tweak #Craig Tucker #craig x tweek #tweek x craig #south park #creek #My writing

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