#like I want her to act/talk like she's slammed down 6 monster energy drinks in a row at all times just for funsies

[derelictheretic]

am I making another deputy oc instead of fleshing out my other fc5 oc's? yes. is she also trans bc that's my theme for my deputies apparently? also yes.

[eerythingisshaka]

The Coffee Prince Pt. XIV

[T’Challa x Reader]

Word Count: 4.3K

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*  *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8* *Part 9*  *Part 10* *Part 11* *Part 12* *Part 13*

A/N:  Long break, but it’s back!  Hope those who read are still here to enjoy and new ones get with it too.  SO much has happened for a recap but shit went down. and now we are here.  Links to previous chapter above.

Tavia stands before you, looking healthy in plain clothes, less bewildered than your last meeting with her hair braided back like Cleo in Set It Off.  Your mouth goes dry from anxiety as you grip your door, thoughts ping pong in your mind to let her in or slam it in her face.  She has no right here.  Why didn’t you throw her shit out anyway?

Shuri steps between you both, speaking softly.  “This doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want it.  She is only here because she has made strides in rehabilitation but you have the final say.”

You swallow the rock in your throat, feeling damned by this choice being up to you. But at least you could control this situation.  “I don’t want this.”

Shuri nods,  “Then we will leave.”

“But I need to.  If it’s over with now, I can be done for good.”  You step your feet heavily aside from the doorway to allow Tavia entrance.  She hesitates, looking away but once Shuri gives her the go ahead, Tavia shuffles by to go straight to her room.  

“Do you need me with you?”  Shuri asks.

“No, it’s fine.  Thanks.”

“Ok, I will be just around the corner, waiting.”

You thank Shuri, before shutting the door slowly.  You instantly feel warm and stifled.  Having this space alone has been Hell itself but having someone there you absolutely loathe was worse.  You choose a spot on the couch, biting your fingernail anxiously.  Each click of the nail to tooth comforted you during the ransacking Tavia was doing in her room.

Tavia steps out with a duffle bag over her shoulder and a rolling luggage bag by her side.  She closes the door behind her, meandering to the middle of the living room and stops.  

“(Y/N),”  Tavia says calmly.

You lift your hand up  between your face and her.  “Don’t fucking say my name, just...”

“Ok.”  

You both sit in a stalemate of silence, making you gradually angrier.  The presence in your place felt stifling, felt evil.  You can’t stand it.  “Tavia, why aren’t you leaving?”

Tavia shrugs.  “I want to talk to you.”

“Then talk!” you shout out.

“(Y/N), you told me not to.”

You stand up, clapping aggressively.  “I said don’t say my name, Tavia!  You don’t listen, damn!”

“I’m sorry!”  Tavia screams out.  Her hands fall to her sides in defeat.  “I can’t make it better but I can’t stop being sorry!”

“And you can stay being sorry, but I will never give a fuck about the apologies!”  Your voice shakes your core, making your head throb from the energy you’re exerting.  The adrenaline you get from letting her know exactly how you feel is exhilarating and long overdue.

Tavia closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.  Tavia has never been the bigger person in an argument.  If the old Tavia caught this attitude, the whole apartment building would’ve had a show to watch.  “I just hope when you see him again, you’re as tough on him as you are on me.”

You feel your feet moving before you can think, bounding towards her.  Tavia retreats behind the kitchen bar.  “Chill, chill!”

You glare at her from behind the counter.  “Who are you threatening?  After all this bullshit, you’re still fucking around and throwing Erik in my face like he’s your personal hitman now?  Don’t think I won’t tell Shuri.”

Tavia scoffs.  “Erik?  Fuck him!  I haven’t seen him since that day.  I just know he ain’t dead, since Wakanda doesn’t fuck with that kind of thing.”

“What do you mean?  If you don’t talk to him, how do you know he’s not dead?  He almost killed T’Challa.”

“Because when I thought my head was on the chopping block, one of the red chicks said capital punishment isn’t practiced anymore.  I was talking about T’Challa, actually.”

“Shut up.”  You walk away, shutting her out as much as possible.

“I’m serious.  You want to come at me for what I did, that’s fine but you got a lot to talk to him about and I just hope cuz he dickmatized you, that you don’t let him off easy.”

You fold your arms defiantly.  “What do I have against him?  He protected me from you all acting up on me.”

Tavia bucks her eyes at you wildly.  “Do you really feel no anger towards him during all of this?”

“Of course I do!  But this isn’t about him right now!  Why are you deflecting so damn much?  You should be telling me how you and Erik decided kidnapping me and taking over an African nation could possibly turn out for the best!”

“I wasn’t a part of that.  I was-”

“But you were Tavia!  YOU put that gun to me just like he did.  I had no autonomy because you stole that by putting fear in me because I was so shook my best friend could flip on me like this.  How am I supposed to take that Tavia?  Should I just forgive you for being so close to ending my life?  And ending my child’s!”

“I didn’t know you were pregnant!  There’s no way I would’ve put you through that with that on information.”

“I didn’t know either, Tav.  But it sure is great to know that is where your moral code sticks.  ‘Let’s not wreck the fetus but send her through all the hell she can take.’  And you want to talk about T’Challa?  T’Challa the bad guy??  I would’ve taken his lies way better if they didn’t have to come out because my life was in danger!”

Tavia shakes her head, picking up her bags to leave.  “He is selfish.  If you know him, he is barely any better than Erik.  He just has a nicer way of talking.  They all lie, they all kill, you just gotta pick a side.”

“So which are you, Tav?  You still deciding?”  you ask, plopping on your couch with exhaustion, unscrewing the cap of your room temperature wine to take a swig, your hands shaking.

Tavia points to her chest, “I’m for me.  I suggest you do the same.  Don’t let him lead your life anymore.”  

“I haven’t seen him in months.  Trust me, I’m over it.”

She walks over to the door, stopping to look back at you.  “Stop thinking about him.  Get rid of that damn stuffed panther plushie, and maybe move cuz I know you can’t afford this place alone but you need a new environment.”

“Step, Tavia.”

“I’m sorry girl.”  

When she finally leaves, you glug the wine bottle a little more to drink down the pain, coughing it up when your throat closes too tight to swallow anymore.  Wiping the drips of wine off your mouth, you cry out harder than you had since you came back home from Wakanda, feeling your loneliness hit you hard.  There was no way to repair things with Tavia, no matter how badly you wanted it.  And there was no way you would reach out to T’Challa for anything ever again, no matter how badly your heart ached for a glimpse of him.  You hoped he would stay in Wakanda for good.  If he could do anything for you now, that would be the best gift you could ask for.  

The weather was getting cooler by the day as fall snapped the summer heat wave, you had more reason to stay in and unsocialize from the world around you.  You stay up late watching a marathon Will & Grace, laughing at Jack using his teaching position in his acting studio as a means to pick up guys.

“That would not fly today,”  you quip between laughs, hugging your panther plushie under your chin in the darkness of your bedroom.  The world around you grows quiet as the days get shorter, giving you peace with a sprinkling of eerie sensations.  You look at your bedroom door instinctively, feeling a shiver run down your spine ominously.  You close your eyes and shake your head.  Being alone and in the dark makes your imagination run in a dangerous direction.

“It’s nothing.  There is nothing.  It’s just you,”  you repeat to yourself again and again, pulling your covers tighter.   Your brain visualizes the worst at night.  Prowlers, murderers, ghosts, and monsters plague your brain when night falls no matter what you have watched before bed.  You say a prayer for protection to ease your worry, but something hovers above you, waiting for you to trip over your words.

The brightness of your TV creates a halo that makes your eyes tired, so you rest them while listening to your episode play out in the background.

*BANG*

The sound makes you hop up in your bed.  Listening carefully, you try to orient yourself and find out where it came from.  Your TV is off, leaving you completely wrapped in pitch darkness.  

“Heyyy, princess.”

You gasp sharply, seeing for the first time a dark intimidating figure standing by the window,

His voice is calm but in a way that you know you fucked up.  “You thought we were through?  Nah, far from it.”

He lunges at you, ripping your blanket back and pulling you by your ankles off the bed.  Yu land on the floor hard, feeling yourself land on a charger.  Your body seizes up, voice completely stolen as he gets on his knees, pushing your shoulders back until he has a clear grip on your neck.

“Just cuz that bitch punked out on me, don’t mean it’s over.  I’m taking you out regardless, and that fake ass T’Challa can come get you once your soul gone.”

His grip on your neck tightens harder and harder.  You try to beat his hands off of you but it feels like you’re underwater as your arms move slow and heavily.  You reach for his face to give him any reason to let off of your neck, but he won’t let loose his hold.  

His snarl glows in the darkness as his hands compress your neck.  “See how you like the afterlife without ancestors to take care of you, princess.  He has no clue what it’s like to be us.  Where is he now?”

You let in a deep breath suddenly, sitting up continuing to gasp for air.  Your hand rests at the base of your throat, making you pull it away, quickly running to the lightswitch.  Once your room is illuminated, you see your wrinkled up blankets, your plushie on the floor.  The TV is still off but no one is waiting at your window.  

Your heart is still pounding as you pick up your plushie and sit on the edge of the bed, taking time to evaluate what happened.  The violence of your dreams were nothing new, keeping you from being able to rest most nights.  Most of them are short, and jolt you awake so soon that you barely remember them but this one was vivid and completely etched in your brain.  Erik waking you, dragging you, choking you.  Your neck still feels sore like it happened but that must’ve been your own doing, there’s no other way.  

You fall back on your pillow but your body was too energized by the fight to rest anymore.  You watched the sun come up in its bright orange hue, lovely but nowhere near Wakanda’s views.  

At work, you feel the lack of rest overcome you as you type away at your computer, wanting nothing more than to rest your head on the keyboard.

A coworker of yours tosses a scarf around their neck with a flourish.  “Hey!  I was going to make a coffee run, and you look like you could use some!” they say in a sing songy manner.

You look up at them before leaning back and rubbing your temples.  “Ah, that’s fine.  I’m disciplining myself to finish this report before I get any treats, and I am just about there.  I’ll get some for lunch but thanks.”

“Suit yourself.  I just need something warm.  This building is terrible with heat in the winter time.  Uh...is that a hickey??”

You pull up the collar of your shirt further, feeling hot from embarrassment.  “No, uh, I got an allergic reaction.”

They squint their eyes.  “Lemme see…”

You grab your phone, pretending to take a call and apologize.  They shrug and mouth that they will talk to you later.  No way in hell could you explain that you choked yourself last night, which sounds even more freaky than the hickey assumption.

Making their exit, you rest your head on your arms for just a couple minutes and it feels so good, you can’t stand to be at work anymore, wishing you could snap your fingers and be done with the day.  Instead you shake yourself loose and type away, continuing your project until the very last minute before lunch.  

You feel a small sense of accomplishment, having done something arbitrary in the grand scheme of things but to add some positivity to your life, you decided not to deny yourself your promised treat:  a hot cup of a frilly coffee drink and maybe even a little cake pop or something.  Treat yourself Tuesday is afoot!

As you bundled up for the weather, you took your time crossing the street to make your way to the coffee shop near your job, crunching the red and orange leaves habitually along the way.  As you walk in, the smell of the roast livens you up on impact.  You wait in line behind the others, looking over the menu for fall specialty drinks until it’s your turn and you order our usual macchiato along with a big chocolate chip muffin..

“Abby!”

“Tall vanilla latte, no foam!”

“Sausage egg sandwich for Steven!”

“Order for Thomas!”

You check your phone lazily scrolling through celebrity feeds until your order is ready.  

“Oh shit, I forgot to ask for it to be warmed,” you say to yourself.

“Already done!”  The peppy freckle faced barista says.

You hold your hand over your heart, touched.  “Thank you so much!”

You put the warm pastry in your pocket and walk out taking a sip of your drink.  As you round the building, a figure in the distance looks familiar.  Long black coat, broad shoulders, a contemporary confident gait.  Your stomach does a somersault, feeling dizzy and breathless all at once.  You take your time watching him walk away, heading for the garage parking lot.  There was no doubt in your spirit that that was who you thought it was.  Your reaction told the truth that your eyes couldn’t confirm.  Was he in the coffee shop while you were?  Did he ignore you for his benefit?  No, that wouldn’t matter because that’s what you wanted.  But how could he not say anything?

After work one day you head over to the community center to visit with Shuri.  It had been a while since Tavia came that you got to talk to Shuri.  As you turned the corner the parking lot of the center looked pretty empty compared to what it used to look like during the school year.  

Walking up to the building you look around and catch a glimpse of a balloon caught in a powerline.  Across the street from the center is a park.  That park was the area in which the community block party was held that T’Challa invited you to early on in your relationship.  The bustling bodies congregated around food and music was so awesome, they really pulled something off great that day.  When T’Challa carried your weak ankle self back to your place to help mend, he seemed like the most important thing to you on Earth.  You never thought he would be the kind to lie and leave.

“HEY!”

The bang of the doors in front of you opening startles you.  A body rushes towards you suddenly.  You feel doom impending upon you as you raise your hands to stop the attack.  This wasn’t going to happen again.

“Stop stop stop!”  You yell out, stepping backwards your heel collapses over the edge of the sidewalk.  The rough asphalt catches your hand behind you as you watch two youths run past you giggling, not even noticing you on the ground.  Their laughter fades in the distance as they run across the street in the grass, slinging their backpacks at each other morning stars.

“Hey!  Why are you on the ground?”

Shuri comes out of the doors, leading with a hand out to you.  You instantly feel foolish having this stylish teenager helping you up as you sit amongst rocks and old gum.

“No reason.  I wanted to come by but some kids-”

“Eh!  It was Marcus and Angel, right?  They play too rough, and I try to tell them but they have NO RESPECT!”  She shouts at the top of her lungs to the unknowing kids.  “Come in, I was just thinking about you.”

Walking inside, the warm colors greet your eyes, entertaining you with their aesthetic.  Deep, cherry wood lines the hall with intricate carvings along the ceilings and baseboards.  Touchscreens displaying activity schedules, meal menus, and student achievements are located at the end of each hall.  You can just barely see the inside of the gym through the double doors to the left.  

“I don’t think you have ever been in here before.  Have you?”  Shuri asks.

You shake your head.  “I guess some things got in the way.  It looks amazing in here.”  

“Thank you.  It took a lot of planning on my part.  Jabari can be very stingy with help sometimes.”

“Who is Jabari?”  you ask.

Shuri starts to speak but catches herself.  “Come this way.”

Her square block heels clop down the hall as you follow behind.  She takes you to a podium in front of a frosted window.  

“This is something I especially like.  New visitors to the center are shown this during the tour, usually toward the end.  It gives a bit of some background on what brought us here and what our mission is.”

She pushes a black panther head embedded in the stand, which begins to stream a flood of light onto the frosted glass.  A voiceover talks to you about the long reign of Kings and Queens that reside in the independent nation of Wakanda.  Images of the sprawling landscape and the beautiful sunset lure you in.  Images of King T’Chaka come in that show him making a boisterous speech that is translated by a narrator. Stating his desire to close the gap of education, generational wealth and health disparities between whites and minorities across the world.  He says he wishes to make a better world for himself and his son.  As he picks up a toddler, you see a young boy with multiple beaded necklaces around his neck, smiling and clapping as a crowd cheers.

“I wasn’t born yet, so don’t worry, it gets better,”  Shuri whispers to you jokingly.  

Your eyes begin to water and it catches Shuri’s eye.  “Sorry.  He just looks...like himself.”

You feel butterflies, holding your stomach as you reminisce on what was.  The little boy in that film is T’Challa with his father.  And he looks so much like Bean did in your dream, shockingly so.

The voice over goes on to showcase the outside of the community center during its construction.  Some big burly man lug logs of wood, breaking them down to lumber.  

“Those are Jabari,”  Shuri says.  

A shot of T’Challa looking over blueprints and directing construction workers fill your vision.  You focus on him, looking at his hair coils, his black clothing with the pop of embroidery.  The camera zooms in on his long finger pointing to the blueprints and fades back in to show the constructed center.  As the film closes a final shot of T’Challa welcoming you and hoping you stay crumbles you.  This was him before he ever knew you.  He looked so happy and accomplished and looking forward to the future.  Nothing like how you left him.

Shuri touches your arm.  “Is everything alright?”

You shake your head.  “Is there a bathroom close?”

“Two doors down.”

You jog down to find the unisex bathroom, pushing open the door heading straight for the sink.  Your head is pounds as you gasp for breath through your tightening throat.  Each inhale feels more painful than the last as you lean your back against a wall and tears roll down your cheeks.  You heave a big breath and sob out loud, wringing your emotions out like a sponge.  This amounted to too much today.  Tavia’s words ring in your ear as you realize she’s right.

The door opens a crack as Shuri pokes in and sees you weeping.  She doesn’[t say a word as she wraps her arms around you, taking on your pain with all her little frame can handle. You feel like you’ll never stop crying, especially with Shuri there to help you through it.

“Please...I can’t,”  you squeak.

Shuri squeezes you tighter.  “Yes you can.  Just cry, it is fine.”

-

Shuri offers you some tissue to wipe your face and says, “He isn’t here, I’m sorry if you were looking for him.”

Wiping your eyes, you barely look at Shuri out of guilt.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have come.”

“It’s ok.  But he’s been spending more time in Wakanda now, so if he’s here it’s for official business.”

You purse your mouth before saying, “I swear I saw him this week.  Leaving the coffee shop near my job.  But it couldn’t be, I know he would’ve said something to me.  Has he been in town at all?”

Shuri stands quietly, looking past you.

You look at her face suspiciously.  “Has he mentioned me at all?”

Shuri’s shoulders fall as defeat washes over her face.  “I don’t want to be the one to talk to you about him.  He should be doing that.”

“I know!  But...I can’t contact him except through you or by coming here.  I shouldn’t have to hunt him down, why hasn’t he even checked on me?”

Shuri tightens her jaw, refusing to answer.  You get up and walk past her to throw away your tissue.  

“Ok.  Well tell him he needs to take his bank info off of my rent.”

“He won’t do that.”

“So you have talked to him about that?  He said something?”

“He won’t let you be without.  Even if he isn’t talking to you currently.  He may just think you need space but I haven’t got a single idea what is going on besides Wakanda.”

“It’s fine.  I’ll move then.  That will cancel it officially and he won’t have to extend his charity to me anymore.”

“What?  Where are you moving?”  Shuri asks.

“Shuri, you know I can’t tell you.  But I have to leave that place.  Probably this city.  I hate my job and I haven’t been myself since Erik came and fucked things up.  I’m done, there’s nothing for me here.”

Shuri takes our hands in hers, eyes heavy with sympathy.  “I know he wouldn’t want that.”

You shrug.  “I can’t care anymore.  It’s holding me back.  I want to leave all of what happened behind.  But here while I’m here, I have had nothing but constant memories of it.  And Shuri I love you, but your brother is job.”

Shuri nods.  “With no benefits that I can see, if you ask me.  I understand, you deserve more.”

At your office, you draft a resignation letter a couple times before the verbage hits just right for you to print and sign.  Giving it an official trifold, you put it in your desk drawer and feel your excitement in your toes just thinking about a new chapter in your life that could lead to bigger and better things.  Most of your work hours have been filled with researching homes and jobs in other counties or and some neighboring states.  

“Hey hey!  You look a little peppy!  Have you had your coffee on time today?”

Your coworker invites you to join them on a field trip to the shop, talking your ear off about the office gossip, which reminds you not to tell them about you leaving until after you have given your letter to your manager.  When you make your order, they treat you by paying for the two of you and you sit together waiting on your name to be called.

“One order for Kibble, one for Bits!”

“That’s us!  I’ll get it, stay here.”

You look out the window watching the breeze whip the trees loose of their leaves until they come back, setting your drink in front of you.

“Here you go.  My phone is buzzing the hell out my ass.”  As they take their call, they get more irritated with each minute, rolling eyes and mouthing words they choose not to say.

“Sure thing, thanks Karen!  Girl, I apparently have to help fix a fuck up that wasn’t mine AGAIN!  Fuck this job!”

“Right?  Well, hit me up another time.  You still have to tell me about who ate Lawrence’s lunch when he went the fuck off.”

“You right.  It was me, but there’s more to it.  Catch you later!”

You smile after them, taking your cup in your hand to carefully remove the top to release some heat.  Coffee jumps onto your hand, hot and messy.  You shake off the excess liquid and subtly lick your finger, spinning outward to get up and get a napkin.  

“Need this?”

You take it thankfully, looking up at your good samaritan and freezing in place.  He takes a seat in front of you, using another napkin to wipe the table up.

“How are you, umhle?”

Your mind is empty.  Your sight goes black.  You can’t recall what happens, until you hear him holler as your drink is tossed down his lap.

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Jealous (Girls Talk boys part 6)

I don't like the way he’s looking at you I'm starting to think you want him too

Warnings:  18+++ drinking, smoking, drug use and cursing. Usual stuff but also sexual scenes and references from the outset and throughout SMUT

This gets off the main story line for a bit because I wanted to explore the Cody/Nick relationship a  bit rather than just have him as the girl’s sidekick.

Previous Chapter

Apparently Camille wasn't the only one with an eventful weekend. After Saturday's date with Quentin the following Sunday was crazy busy with Q&As, mock drafts and going live to give fantasy advice. With opening day less than a month away this was Camille's most hectic time at work. Her boss Stephen only let her off the hook for missing work because she had been out with Quentin, who had already texted her twice to set up Thursday.

However lunch today was reserved for Cody who had declared a Category 4 shitstorm emergency. Cody and Nick were great together but they both were huge flirts and they both had jealous streaks. This causes issues between them from time to time. Camille finished preparing the platter of chicken salad sliders and dumped some chips in a bowl. Pouring herself a glass of wine she responded to some of her subscribers questions while she waited. Cody was in a mood when he showed up.

He and Nick were good now but this past weekend had been a roller coaster. Friday night they had gone to a party. Nick had taken a few shots and Cody knew when Nick got tipsy he got handsy. Sure enough Nick had been grinding on some random on the dance floor. Cody tried to ignore it and began flirting with Evan, a mutual friend Nick was always accusing him of having a thing for. Mid conversation Evan grabs Cody’s arm to emphasize a point.

“Oh this is gonna get messy” Camille leans in trying not to laugh.

“Right you already know” Cody sighs.

“But I thought Nick doesn't get jealous” Camille poked him

.“Exactly he doesn't get jealous it's always me” Cody was outraged.

When Cody made eye contact with Nick he knew there was gonna be an argument tonight. He turned to grab another beer and when he turned back around Nick was now surrounded by two dudes and a girl. Then he took his shirt off. Cody gated that he couldn't help but appreciate his boyfriend's body every time he undressed. Nick spent hours at the gym maintaining his rock hard yet not ridiculously pumped physique. As much as it turned Cody on to admire his man dancing and grinding while everyone watched and admired him it also pissed him off to no end when Nick pulled these stunts.  He would act like a brat in public to embarrass Cody. If Cody got angry Nick would usually claim he was overreacting. Occasionally it would escalate into something else.

Cody refused to speak to or even look at Nick when he finally made his way over. Shirtless and sweaty Nick stood in front of Cody using his t-shirt to towel off.  “I don't know why you always get so jealous. It's just dancing. You'd know if you danced instead of being such a white boy.” Cody glared at him then resumed ignoring him as Nick kept talking. “You act like I'm plotting against you. You get insecure and take it out on me” Nick knew he'd hit a nerve now. “You're always so immature, and then you have the nerve to call me a brat.” Nick whined making Cody finally snap.

“You are a fucking brat. You act like a child demanding attention. Someone should show you how to behave” Cody slammed his drink and wiped his mouth. He ordered an uber just to get out of his party and away from Nick.  “I dare you to” Nick’s reply was heavy and low in a tone Cody had never heard before. “Don't say another word till we get home.” Cody snapped.

Walking into the house there was a dangerous tension between them. Cody went into the kitchen to pour a drink. Nick trailed behind him before leaning against the counter. “So what are you gonna do now big man?” Nick taunted walking over till they were chest to chest looking up at Cody. Nick slid his hand down the front of Cody's pants cupping him and smirking as he felt him stiffen up.  Cody snatched Nick’s hand away and backed him up against the counter. “You talk to much. Shut the fuck up” “Or what?” Nick challenged. “You're about to find out” Cody hissed in Nick’s ear while he slid his thigh in between Nick's legs. Cody felt him shudder and heard him moan. Having this kind of power over Nick was intoxicating. “Get undressed, go take a shower, get ready for your punishment” Cody kept his voice stern as he backed away.

Nick began to walk out of the room before stopping in the doorway. He turned to meet Cody's eyes and smirked again before slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Unbuttoning his jeans his slid those down his hips before kicking them to the side. Reaching for his boxer briefs he turned his back to Cody until he was fully bare. Turning to face Cody he began to slide his hands to his cock. “No” Cody ordered him “you're not allowed to touch yourself. Go do what I told you to” Nick pouted but did as he was told. Cody changed his clothes and went onto their screened in patio.

Taking a seat and lighting a smoke he waited for Nick. Nick came out in just a towel wrapped around his hips. Cody was tempted to drop to his knees and suck him off right then and there. The challenge in Nick's eyes could not go unforgiven. “Why are you always such a brat? Do you want me to be angry?” Cody asked as Nick stood in front of him head down, eyes on the floor with his hands behind his back. “I'm not a brat. You just got jealous that's…” before Nick could finish Cody was on his feet. “You dare to talk back to me?” Cody grabbed the back of his neck. Cody almost stopped not sure where the lines were drawn. Nick looked up at him with his eyes full of lust “I'm sorry sir, please teach me a lesson.” Cody felt his knees quiver and he sat back down. “On your knees then show me how sorry you are” he whispered. Just as he felt Nick's lips wrap around his cock  his phone buzzed

unknown number If you two are going to do this outside I'm going to watch

Cody knew he should move this inside or at least tell Nick they had an audience. Right then Nick went all the way down gagging slightly as he pulled back up. His left hand wrapped around the shaft twisting and pulling in sync with his head bobbing up and down. Cody felt his eyes roll back as he tried to keep his eyes on Nick but it felt so fucking good. “Shit, fuck babe show me you're sorry” Cody could feel his orgasm start to build.

Unknown number This is hot

Cody looked down and saw that Nick was stroking himself. “Stop that.I didn't say you could touch yourself” Cody pushed down on Nick's head. Nick raised his eyes with that same challenging look as before. He released Cody’s cock and smiled up at him. “Why don't you make me?”

“The fuck did you just say to me” Cody snapped back. “Nothing sir, I'm sorry” Nick let a smile slip past.

“You've still got an attitude? Stand up. Now.” Cody barked. Nick jumped up. “Turn around” Cody ordered “sit down” “But sir, it's too big” Nick protested. Cody was worried he might hurt him but as Nick lowered himself onto him Cody could tell Nick had gotten himself ready for this. He eased into Nick who took a minute getting adjusted. Nick dug his fingers into Cody's skin and threw his head back. “Oh GOD, I've wanted this all night” he whined.

Unknown number Ok that's it I'm having a wank

Cody thrust himself upwards as Nick grunted and pleaded for more. He bit down on his neck and whispered in his ear “play with yourself, cum with me.” Nick just nodded and began to stroke his cock. As Nick got closer he began to buck his hips sending Cody to the edge. Feeling Cody go as deep and hard as he could sent Nick into his own climax. Afterwards the two spent a moment trying to catch their breath. Nick eased himself up and reaching for his discarded towel began to clean them both off. Cody caught Nick in a kiss as he leaned over him “Why do we fight like that?” “Because I love the way you fuck me when you’re jealous” Nick replied “I'm going to bed.” Cody lit a cigarette and checked his phone again.

Unknown number That's a massive cock you've got there Lemme know if you need any help with it XoxoHarryxoXo

“Shut the fuck up” Camille’s jaw was on the floor. “Is it weird that I kind of want to masturbate after that story?”

“So should I say something to Harry? Should I tell Nick?” Cody didn't want to mess things up with Nick but he was genuinely intrigued by Harry.

“No and not if you haven't already” Camille responded. “Nick will think you feel guilty, and Harry looks like fun but loads of trouble.”

“I suppose” Cody pouted, “now what about you Miss popularity? Tom comes over all the time, Calum and you have become such good ‘friends' and now a real live celebrity NFL player? Please tell you are planning to smash this one.”

Camille clicked her tongue at him “I'm gonna I'm just a little afraid of his monster cock. He's such a big dude.”

Cody just laughed “I'm not afraid. Send that big boy my way.”

“Easy to say when you're a top” Camille snorted.

“Fine I'll handle the the giant dick but he better not expect me to know football” Cher quipped strolling into the kitchen. Grabbing a sandwich and a glass of wine she sat down. “So he told you about his little exhibitionist escapade?” Cher asked, Camille nodded.

“Wish I'd seen it” Cher teased “sounds kinda hot.”

“Piss off, what did your agent say?” Cody grabbed another bottle of wine refilling their glasses.“So basically, they're going to put Lucinius into a Vexxed special edition to build some buzz.”

Cher had recently created a new character. Vexxed and most of the creatures in his world were demonic. However humanoid creatures and mutant humans would pop up especially for cross promotion. Her newest creation Lucinius was an energy vampire who fed on sexual energy. Blonde curls, piercing blue eyes, otherworldly beauty, it was pretty obvious where she'd drawn inspiration from. “Shit I almost forgot I ran into Ashton, and he's a nosy little fucker.” Cher turned to Camille

“He asked what was up with you and Calum and me and Luke.”

“There’s nothing going on with Calum” Camille rolled her eyes.

“Bitch why are you lying? There may not be something but it's not nothing. You still don't have your favorite pen back just so y'all can play this little game. “ Cher was having none of it.

“Wait till he meets Quentin” Cody chimed in.

“Not gonna happen” Camille snapped. “what am I gonna do invite him and his girlfriend out for a double date?”

“It will if we have a party and invite them” Cher told her.

“I hate you guys” Camille had to laugh.

Camille took a wine nap before having to do a Skype interview that evening. Cher had a convention appearance this coming weekend. She wanted to leave Thursday night to give Camille the house to herself after her date.

 “ABSOLUTE FUCKING PRICK” Camille was in a rage.Cher popped off her headphones. “Politics, sports or personal” she called upstairs.

“That condescending bastard Aiden Pruitt” Camille came down the stairs.

Cher just sighed “something specific or just his usual bullshit?”

Pruitt was a co-host of Sports Wire and he had a antagonistic relationship with Camille. It made for fantastic tv and had greatly enhanced Camille’s career.

“It's hot as balls up in that studio” Camille complained peeling off her PFS jersey leaving her still with full hair and makeup but with just a sports bra and fuzzy pajama shorts. Camille came into the living room a minute later still sweating with a glass of iced tea.

“So this fuckwit starts in on me about quarterbacks” Camille picks right back up where she left off. Cher switched to half listening mode letting Camille just talk it out. “It's not what he says it's how he” She was interrupted by a  huge cracking sound followed by a distant but still very loud booming explosion. Then the lights went out.

Next Chapter Back To Black

[underroleau]

chapter 4 underrole

*sans waking up in his bedroom,scratches his head and gets up* another day without pap..... let's go to my station *after watch the scarf the only thing left from his brother with a ketchup bottle in the hand sans leave the house* -at the station cover with empty ketchup bottle-  i  have to clear this mess  .....maybe the old lady can help me with my humor  -sans say walking to a big door in the forest- -sans  was in front to a big door made of metal with some draw on- sit agaist the door sans knock:  -knock knock- who is there?-a female voice answer to the knock- ""sans"" al "female" al who? "sans" alone with you "female"...sans ? are you fine? this is not one of your best joke "sans" something are happen and i'm just  tired "female"your brother can't help you? *sans stop talk* "female"....sans? sans????  sans! "sans blinking:  oh sorry lady, my head was clouding around "female" sans you aren't yourself today, what is going on with your brother?  have you fight? sans drinking some ketchup with a tired sound: i...don't know.....he isn't ... "female" sans? what happen you know you can tell me all. "sans"  he is gone ok! just dead or almost "female" almost dead?*she say pushing her face against the door* what happen? "sans throwing the ketchup" i make a big mess!....... he follow me to the lab and all go wrong the machine the human....all "female shocked"  wait  machine ?? human?? ...forget that for now ,what happen to your brother? "sans" he fall in the machine and......he isn't him now..i don't know  if he still there to....is all a big nightmare. he isn’t him. "female" sans i know what feel losing someone but you tell me: he is almost dead, what you mean? sans with a tired voice: secret secret and more secret you know what lady....*standing up* i'm so tired so tired of all i can't keep wait. "female"sans you can tell me, i'm here for that...pls "sans sitting say" you right ..what you want to say? how i fail to protect my brother?  how i kill him because i havent tell him about what i do?  the fact that door wasn't lock and he enter the room in the middle of the room...falling in that portal? and how that human .. "female trying to comfort" sans i don't know what is going on but tell me...your brother...his soul? maybe is all right ? if he isn’t dust, can we do something? sans: the human.... we can say: he took  his soul and now is acting like him and the funny is -sans take a small break-  he is him without be him, i don’t know what to do or think.

"female" a human took his soul? wait a human?  nobody pass from here! how a human pass? and why “he took” your brother soul? "sans" some day ago we was texting the machine when papyrus rush in the lab----he got sucked in the machine and -sans start explain all the story- when i grab the human i see him holding his soul and in one second vanish under my eyes.....after some day checking the human i found him but more tall and with white hair and now is acting like my brother and talk with the other as if he had always known them....calling me brother and  is to much for me. i don’t know what happen. "female" sans i want to ask you about thing.... you tell me a lot about your brother after all your talk but you try to talk with this ....new guess? or try to think about what are you for him?there is not much i can do here but at last i can talk. sans:" he protect me from a bullet, is full of energy like my brother,he follow me like my brother, he act like my brother and is nice like my brother but i can’t see him as a brother because he isn’t "female" sans  you are telling me...he is my brother but i won't accept it. try to give him a possibility before close your heart, i can’t understand all but if he think to be your brother, give him a  try. "sans" eh eh maybe you have right with all this snow, froze my heart -they keep talk- -the same day at the same time in the lab- -alphys dream an alarm sound-   .......the alarm clock, yawnnn i was so tired....wave!   i'm here i'm here. -she stand up  for check him-..-alphys touch wave head-  no he is hot. what i can do? ....*she put some ice on wave head*  i see this on a anime but now ....i don’t know  what to do!!!    -she start walk in circle- ,,.,. I DON'T KNOW HOW HEAL  HIM!! i craft fridge and microwave.. i’m not a doctor !!!!..i have to call undyne, wait,  yes sans  know what to do  ....no wait undyne.....maybe sans is better *she start call sans* came on answer answer!!!!! I’M IN PANIC  ANSWER! -sans phone start sing- "sans" wait a second old lady *he answer* hello? "alphys screaming" SANS I HAVE  A PROBLEM!!!! WAVE IS SICK AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM!  I’M NOT A DOCTOR !! *she scream* sans push a little away the phone:  ok, alphys calm down my ears! "alphys keep screaming" I DON'T KNOW....I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HUMAN/MONSTER  SICK! IF SOMETHING HAPPEN, I’M GOING TO BE IN TROUBLE HELP!!!! "sans" ok!! ok!!!! i came!!! don’t scream at the phone ! -he close the call- "old lazy hearing what she say" sans wait "sans" sorry lady i have to go *he make 3 step* -the door open with a slam almost hitting him- "female" i know how take care of  someone and you need help for one time i’m going to help *she say grabbing sans* "sans shocked was thinking" she just open that big door without problem.. better don’t make her angry.   old lady i know a shortcut if you . "toriel: ok is enough with this old lady, my name is toriel "sans" ok toriel, that way -at the lab- alphys was watching wave breathing slow:  OH CAME ON!!!!!!  WHERE IS HE?!?!?!?  I HAVE NO TIME!!!!!!!!�� Undyne maybe she came more fast -she start type the number fast- "undyne" a..alphys hello good day? "alphys" NO ISN’T A GOOD DAY !!!.....sorry, wave is sick and  i don't have nothing for him! you know how cook right??? i need something for  him, i don’t know what, everything!   i have only noodles here !!! "undyne" no alphys, he can't die before asgore  came to see him ...don't let him die i'm coming with  some food maybe ... a soup  -she close the call-   a soup, a soup -she grab the soda and some vegetable-  a soup is easy i just throw everything inside "alphys" wait   i havent a...*to late*-----*alphys panic out* ........think alphys think.......water yes some water...*-she run at the elevator- ...to much pressure on me ! -ding....and the door open-   "sans"  fast shortcut right? -sans notice alphys-  hey alphys, what happen? "alphys in panic* i don't know last night something attack us  and i let him rest  but this morning he isn’t seem to stay better!  "toriel pushing them away*  ok ok now let me do my work,where is him? 

alphys: follow me  -she walk to the elevator with the other-

reaching wave toriel say:....you *point alphys*  i need some water and some clothes or some tatters  and you *point sans* i need some food for him "alphys" mmm undyne is coming here with some food or a soup "toriel"  i hope she know how cook.he look so tired -she pick him up and put on a bed- "alphys" i don’t have nothing here but maybe i have some old -she go away searching what toriel request- "sans" i have some at home,  i can take them. "toriel" perfect go and take them more fast you can *sans with an a  ok  vanish  after  toriel look away* and.....is gone....alphys the water, i need some water!. "alphys walking for the elevator "   ok m.more f-fast i can. *toriel alone with wave was thinking about what to do watching the human in pain* poor child you pass a lot of trouble and poor sans brother, i don’t know what happen but you seem a nice person                      -she was thinking  watching the human sleeping and breathing slow in the bed, she start to remove the ice from wave head and wrap it in a piece of the cover before but again in his head- -undyne rush in the lab scarring alphys- *alphys throw in the air the tatters  and try to grab them back*  u-undyne! "undyne eccited" where is the boy ! i have make a legendary soup!!!!! alphys was scared, she won’t to reveal nothing about the under lab:  --------*after a breath*  they are down.....take the elevator with me *undyne ask elevator? walking  near alphys* ---ding--- "undyne" this lab is so old and need some clear *alphys answer with a yeah and a forced laugh* *after enter the room alphys see toriel on the knee near  wave and sans with some towel* "undyne" hey that is asgore ex? wow "toriel taking the soup from undyne" thanks, he need this....this soup. "toriel" no time for this , alphys i need that water *alphys give her the water saying yes!*   toriel: i need sometime now  -she put a little away the soup of undyne removing just some vegetable from it,  she haven’t cut them-        -toriel exit from the room and start warm the water in the pot with fire magic and put  potato, carrots and some cabbage in small pieces- -wave was having nightmare  breating all time more deep- "undyne"  why she put this away?   alphys: undyne maybe we should listen her. undyne: tsè, this soup is perfect -she shake wave-  wake up! i have something for you.   alphys: UNDYNE !!!      -wave open the eyes slow- undyne: i know what to do, don’t worry ! -she throw a spoonful of that soup inside wave mouth- see perfect. wave a little confused gulp down: funny. undyne: see he is ....funny? what you mean? wave: taste funny -he smile- alphys making a strange face: wait, this actually work?  -she take a spoonful- .......................... -alphys run out of the room almost hitting toriel-  toriel watch  alphys run away. -sometime later toriel  enter the room with the other soup seeing wave better and undyne scratching the head- toriel going near wave: you still to hot, you need rest and sleep. wave: but i’m fine toriel: no, you have to rest wave: but toriel: don’t say but to me. wave go down. toriel: shut that eyes. wave close the eyes. toriel grab undyne and sans:  now he need rest and silence. "sans" thanks ol...toriel this is   toriel stop sans : don't worry all for a friend like you undyne"  we have to talk about the wave, asgore have to meet him toriel stop undyne  much angry" asgore is not going to see him now "undyne" asgore is going to free us  toriel* and the cost? is the life of 7 human? 6 child we have the blood of 6 child on your hand! "undyne" the human cage us and what you mean with child?  *toriel* they are child if you don’t know this is because you don’t know them, a child or kids is a young human and   that was the past! you think is better make a big war? killing all the human on the surface? where is the line! after kill the human, we are going to kill everything than we want? for make the surface your?  you think about that? **undyne totally mortified by Toriel did not know what to say*  you think just take life is a good thing!  that little human haven't hurt nobody but we kill them.... ASGORE KILL THEM!or almost all of them, *alphys stop the fight* ok ok calm down...we can't use wave soul you haven't nothing to be worried, ok ?  asgore is not going to do nothing with him so calm down pls. -toriel walk to the elevator again with sans, releasing undyne- -undyne is just sit-.........*alphys sit next to her* sans: toriel wait a second, i have to talk with him before go up. toriel: he need to rest sans. sans: i know but i can’t wait. toriel:..i understand - she took the elevator- sans walk back in the room: hey pal,are you still awake? wave: of course sans: open the eyes..- he whisper- toriel isn’t here wave open the eyes: yay sans: eheh you seem happy.. hey wave, we should talk. wave: yes we need. -wave sit on the bed- sans: what is that serious face ? i’m not going to scolded you and put down that soup. wave: i don't know how explain but something bad is going to happen...much bad ....is a bad sensation and i don’t like it .-wave grab sans clothes, putting the soup on the ground-  if  someone seem strange , run away ..promise me!  sans: i don’t wave: promise! sans: if i see someone act strange, i will run away, happy? wave: yes.tell the other. sans: ok , now rest you seem shocked for what happen, down with eyes close toriel is coming. wave go under the cover closing the eyes. alphys:  toriel, undyne, sans.  ..    we need to talk with all about what happen last night *undyne sans toriel* ? 3 chapter 2 chapter 1 chapter prologue

(picture from bob le artist  or @bobleartiz,  O-o wow this is amazing !!!)