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Why don’t Morris’s brothers call or interact with him anymore? Would they be willing to have a relationship with him again? What would they do if they found out his job and obsession with Elliot?

They also don't have a good relationship with each other, so it's not 100% Chris' fault. The last thing they heard was that their brother stole meds from his work and tried to sell them...

They were like: "Yeah, sounds about right" and didn't bother asking him themselves.

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What did the office pet do before…he became a pet? How was his life? What was his name? What did he do that got him in that position?

Who knows! Maybe he was a broke student who needed a quick buck, maybe he sat around public parks for a while, maybe he wanted to quit one day...

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If Shepherd met Morris, Belanger, and Dutch how would he feel/do to them?

Shepard wouldn't touch these men with a ten-foot pole, especially when his sons are around. Drugs are bad, and guys like them lurking around town are up to no good, another reason to move far away and protect his kids.

If Morris ever got the order to sell him and the ex-addicts on his property something, he wouldn't get very far. Or maybe farther than Dutch likes, as a new resident ❤

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If it’s not a spoiler to ask, what is Amber’s real name?

It's not a spoiler, she just hates it so much 😬 If you call her by her real name, you're in trouble.

Welcome to the stage:

✨ Lynnette-Anne Ferguson ✨

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WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT THAT TALES OF ARCADIA IS THE NAME OF A KID'S SHOW ABOUT HUNTING TROLLS???? bruh

I really have to change that title again huh...

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Stack The Deck - Prelude

CW: a very romantic meet cute, NSFW activities, drugs

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Morris' fingers grabbed the chicken wire beside his waist. The mesh securely isolated the patch of woodland from the rest of the park, from any curious eyes, so the trouble he was pulled into could be kept discreet. 

A mouth wrapped around him in a hot embrace, the eager, slick tongue working him into a frenzy. It teased delightful shivers to blossom from the inside, swirling together with the pressure pooling in his middle and threatening to make his body shatter.

In a more thoughtful gesture than customary, Chris had offered her to kneel on his jacket: a shield from the moist earth below them. In gratitude for it, she moved her head at a pace that forced him to push down whimpers.  

Thank the Lord for her friend's missing five dollars.

Everything had gone by so quickly that only her doe eyes, wet with effort and gazing up at him, still bound him to the present. Finally, after a near eternity stuck in emotional limbo, he felt real again.

All because of a girl like her. Crass and upfront usually didn't entice him enough to search for in the wild, but what luck did that bring in the past? Perhaps this change of pace didn't hurt, now that Paul wouldn't even look at him in the hallways… 

Lust quickly washed over the pang of grief. Morris ought to ask for her name soon, and he cursed himself for not doing so earlier - a horrible first impression on his part. 

She let his fingers play with the cyan strands of her hair and leaned into the touch, though no innocent gesture could mask the obscene noises cutting through the twilight. I need this.

Solitude drained out of him with every pleasurable display of her skills. A fallen angel walking among them. His sunrise in the lonely evening. 

You sweet- 

Another jolt of pleasure buzzing along his spine let his hips jerk forward to meet her velvety throat, welcoming him whole. I deserve this.

Again, and then again, until Chris suddenly tumbled over the edge with a raspy moan. Warm bliss spilled from his core into every neglected nerve, while she was still very busy taunting him by running her tongue up his length.

Fuck, this beauty could gut him right here and now if she pleased, and he would adore her for it. 

Mind still swimming in delight, Chris managed to tuck himself back together. He helped the stranger up to thank her with deep kisses she returned just as passionately, until the taste of chalky lipstick and coconut rum was the only trace left. 

I deserve her.

"When can I see you again?" he whispered against her skin with a shameless hunger to match her own.

His gorgeous catch rewarded him with a small laugh: "For real?"

Ready to uphold his part of the deal, Chris slid the promised goods into her jeans' back pocket, then pulling away after a firm squeeze. She couldn't possibly hold that against him.

"If you let me."

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Sahra had been waiting for a while now - knees shaking in uncertainty, frantically looking out for patrol cars. The question of how Amber could just bring up this horrible trade out of nowhere and leave her standing in the drizzle made her head spin.   

On the spur of the moment, her friend stumbled out of the hedgerow, alone once again.

Sahra whipped around and scrunched her face in dread: "I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I had the cash-"

"Whatever," Amber muttered and hauled Sahra closer to link arms with her, "you're lucky he isn't ugly."

A sickly sweet expression flashed across her face as she looked back at her new acquaintance, who's heavy breathing and messy hair spoke volumes; he gave a last small wave before casually strolling further into the public park.

"Next time, I'll count it twice."

Amber just scoffed, but felt helpless to stop an idea from sprouting at the back of her mind. This guy, Chris was the name, acted appreciative enough to not leave her feeling cheap and grimy after the act. He was quite alright, she suspected, for a downtown tramp. 

Actually, what else would he be willing to bargain about? An honest smile tugged on her lips this time; their exchange of numbers became more and more convenient by the second.

"Give me a week and we won't have to pay a cent ever again."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24

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Stack The Deck - Prelude

CW: a very romantic meet cute, NSFW activities, drugs

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Morris' fingers grabbed the chicken wire beside his waist. The mesh securely isolated the patch of woodland from the rest of the park, from any curious eyes, so the trouble he was pulled into could be kept discreet. 

A mouth wrapped around him in a hot embrace, the eager, slick tongue working him into a frenzy. It teased delightful shivers to blossom from the inside, swirling together with the pressure pooling in his middle and threatening to make his body shatter.

In a more thoughtful gesture than customary, Chris had offered her to kneel on his jacket: a shield from the moist earth below them. In gratitude for it, she moved her head at a pace that forced him to push down whimpers.  

Thank the Lord for her friend's missing five dollars.

Everything had gone by so quickly that only her doe eyes, wet with effort and gazing up at him, still bound him to the present. Finally, after a near eternity stuck in emotional limbo, he felt real again.

All because of a girl like her. Crass and upfront usually didn't entice him enough to search for in the wild, but what luck did that bring in the past? Perhaps this change of pace didn't hurt, now that Paul wouldn't even look at him in the hallways… 

Lust quickly washed over the pang of grief. Morris ought to ask for her name soon, and he cursed himself for not doing so earlier - a horrible first impression on his part. 

She let his fingers play with the cyan strands of her hair and leaned into the touch, though no innocent gesture could mask the obscene noises cutting through the twilight. I need this.

Solitude drained out of him with every pleasurable display of her skills. A fallen angel walking among them. His sunrise in the lonely evening. 

You sweet- 

Another jolt of pleasure buzzing along his spine let his hips jerk forward to meet her velvety throat, welcoming him whole. I deserve this.

Again, and then again, until Chris suddenly tumbled over the edge with a raspy moan. Warm bliss spilled from his core into every neglected nerve, while she was still very busy taunting him by running her tongue up his length.

Fuck, this beauty could gut him right here and now if she pleased, and he would adore her for it. 

Mind still swimming in delight, Chris managed to tuck himself back together. He helped the stranger up to thank her with deep kisses she returned just as passionately, until the taste of chalky lipstick and coconut rum was the only trace left. 

I deserve her.

"When can I see you again?" he whispered against her skin with a shameless hunger to match her own.

His gorgeous catch rewarded him with a small laugh: "For real?"

Ready to uphold his part of the deal, Chris slid the promised goods into her jeans' back pocket, then pulling away after a firm squeeze. She couldn't possibly hold that against him.

"If you let me."

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Sahra had been waiting for a while now - knees shaking in uncertainty, frantically looking out for patrol cars. The question of how Amber could just bring up this horrible trade out of nowhere and leave her standing in the drizzle made her head spin.   

On the spur of the moment, her friend stumbled out of the hedgerow, alone once again.

Sahra whipped around and scrunched her face in dread: "I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I had the cash-"

"Whatever," Amber muttered and hauled Sahra closer to link arms with her, "you're lucky he isn't ugly."

A sickly sweet expression flashed across her face as she looked back at her new acquaintance, who's heavy breathing and messy hair spoke volumes; he gave a last small wave before casually strolling further into the public park.

"Next time, I'll count it twice."

Amber just scoffed, but felt helpless to stop an idea from sprouting at the back of her mind. This guy, Chris was the name, acted appreciative enough to not leave her feeling cheap and grimy after the act. He was quite alright, she suspected, for a downtown tramp. 

Actually, what else would he be willing to bargain about? An honest smile tugged on her lips this time; their exchange of numbers became more and more convenient by the second.

"Give me a week and we won't have to pay a cent ever again."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24

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What if while in captivity Chris takes Elliot out who starts to talk normally with the cashier or someone else, but Chris interprets it as flirting. What would he do/feel. Or maybe while Chris is talking to Elliot while he is in captivity, and Elliot brings up someone, and Chris assumes he likes them. What would he do?

Uhh, interesting. He and Amber were in a similar situation when she started talking about her relationship with Elliot.

First thought: I can't believe I'm being pushed aside for that person! 😡😓 Maybe he's just testing my self-control, I will stay calm and behave myself.

Second thought: If he likes them so much, I can do him a favor and like them too. Maybe they are down for a threesome...But only watching, no TOUCHING!

Of course, Elliot was never flirting, just doing small talk.

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If Dutch or Belanger finds out about Elliot’s drug issue, would they try to exploit it because they know it would hurt Chris. Indirectly hurting Elliot to get Chris to listen.

That's a lot of effort just to mess with Morris. Belanger would free Elliot so Chris becomes productive again, and Dutch would just shoot Elliot if he felt like it.

To them, he's just a random guy who's at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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How did Birdie and Otis join Shepherd’s cult community?

It was kinda their idea to start a commune. A nice, safe place to raise their children and live off the land. They are literally members of the first hour.

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Is anyone out there looking for Elliot? His parents and friend? I remember you said Elliot is stuck in Chris’ home for a while

His parents are definitely looking for him, and Brooke also feels responsible. Especially after him disappearing without a word.

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I would love to see Evelyn beat the heck out of Belanger!

Same, she is bigger than him and he would be scared of that.

She's a queen 🥺

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Can I ask how the guy under the desk came to be?

Like why I placed him there? Uhh, I thought Dutch needed to be Morris' shadow - how it could be if he was more unhinged. I think Dutch has a habit of having office pets, some normal one's and some more... special.

It's like a whole pet whump series is going on in the background of the main one.

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How did Chris start working for Dutch if this wasn’t already asked?

I'm gonna write about it! It was not voluntarily, I can tell you that.

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I didn’t know Belanger was that evil! Does he anymore skeletons in his closet? Also, how did he start working for Dutch?

Eh, he's just an asshole. I mean you know what he works as, probably sells crack to minors or something like that.

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CHRIS WOULD GO YANDERE MODE FOR BELANGER?!

Only in Belanger's nightmares. Chris is not into his Caillou-looking ass.

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Let’s say hypothetically Dutch does, now Belanger is in charge. What will be of Chris and Elliot?

If Belanger would ever catch Chris with a tied-up dude in his bed, he would free him just to troll. So, good for Elliot.

Chris would end up in a ditch sooner or later, just because he is too annoying.