#but it's nice to see him return. fuck landlords and fuck cops but him and fischoeder can stay cuz theyre just weird homosexual little freaks

[br1ghtestlight]

bosco returning to bobs burgers in the episode next week..... finally my freak husband returns home from the war <3

[365days365movies]

April 10, 2021: The Graduate (1967) (Recap: Part Two)

So, this is not a comedy; at least, it doesn’t feel like one.

This movie is said to be one of the funniest movies of its time period, and I am not laughing even a little bit. I can tell where it’s meant to be a comedy, but...I dunno, it’s just more toungue-in-cheek than funny.

Which, I’m sure, sounds ignorant or uncultured of me. What, do I need Dustin Hoffman slip on a banana peel to think this is a funny movie? No, but...I dunno, hearing that this is a comedy definitely set me up with soe specific expectations. Not to mention the fact that this film...hasn’t aged very well. But I’m sure I’ll get to that later. For now, let’s continue! Check out Part One here!

Recap (2/2)

Ben makes amends with Elaine, and they go home at first, but Ben convinces her to go out somewhere else. She ends up convincing him to go to the Taft Hotel, and he’s instantly recognized by the entire staff under his alias. They leave immediately, and Elaine quickly figures out that Ben’s having an affair. He divulges that it’s with a married woman with a family, but obviously doesn’t say who it is. He also notes that it’s over, and makes plans to go out with Elaine afterwards, and that she’s the only person whom he actually likes being around.

However, of course, Mrs. Robinson is NOT FUCKING OK WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT! She forbids any further contact, or threatens to tell her everything about their affair. But he decides to beat her to the punch and tell Elaine first. And he does, and she’s understandably PIIIIIIISSED!!! She angrily kicks him out, thus ending their relationship, and the relationship with the broken and bitter Mrs. Robinson.

This, of course, leads, to the pining of Ben, as he’s basically done for the entire summer at this point. And this alongside his next actions sort of confirm to me that everybody in this movie sucks. Except for Elaine, anyway.

Ironically, this is overlaid by my favorite Simon and Garfunkel song, Scarborough Fair/Canticle. I fucking ADORE this song, and this is a good use for it. Elaine refuses to speak with Ben, so he does the logical thing: he decides he wants to marry her and follows her to Berkeley against her will, and basically stalks her for a few days until eventually confronting her on the bus as if this her thing was HER fault.

Have I mentioned that I really don’t like Ben? Like, even a little bit? I get that he was put in a very awkward and difficult situation, but dude is NOT handling this well, goddamn. Anyway, he rents a room at a local house full of college men, and lives there as he goes after Elaine. This culminates on the bus, where she’s headed to the zoo to meet a man named Carl Smith (Brian Avery). They seem quite close, so that’s not great for Ben.

This first interaction goes badly, but Elaine later finds him at the house he’s staying at. She tells him that his presence in Berkeley is ridiculous, given that he raped her mother. Which, uh, YEAH. DIDN’T HAPPEN. Ben tells her the truth, and that the manipulative-ass Mrs. Robinson was lying to her. She initially doesn’t want to hear it and screams, leading to the landlord interjecting, and telling Ben that he wants him OUT of the house.

Elaine apologizes for this, and finally hears the truth from Ben. She leaves, but later returns, admitting that she loves him. He proposes right then and there, and she almost accepts? Jesus, guys...this relationship is fucked up! She notes that she can’t quite accept, but their relationship continues in earnest now. But she’s still not exactly sure, especially as Carol Smith has also proposed to her, but a bit informally. And Ben, by the way, finds this out in the most annoying, stalker-y way possible. Dude is genuinely being a creep, and I’m not into it.

Still, she’s not saying no, which allows Ben to hang on a bit longer. This is absolutely wrecked by the appearance of Mr. Robinson, who’s ALSO pissed off at Ben, for understandable reasons. He and Mrs. Robinson are getting a divorce, which would appear to at least be an attempt to implicate Mrs. Robinson for her culpability in this whole thing, so that’s something. He ALSO forbids him from seeing Elaine ever again, and takes her away from the school to get married to Carl RIGHT AWAY.

Ben rushes back home, and breaks and enters into the Robinson’s house, but only finds Mrs. Robinson. She’s a characteristic asshole, and calls the cops on him immediately. She also notes that he won’t be invited to the wedding, which is taking place the next day? Jesus, what the hell? He pledges to find her...and this leads to the film’s most iconic song, Mrs. Robinson. Which is nice, but it’s tainted by the fact that I HATE Mrs. Robinson, A LOT.

He figures out that the wedding is in Santa Barbara, and he drives there with haste, in some shots that are very well-done. Heading into the end here, I’ll say this much: the acting’s decent, the directing is actually EXCELLENT, the production and art design is pretty great as well, and I love the soundtrack (even though its usage has a little to be desired). It’s the fuckin’ plot and writing that I dislike.

Anyway, through some clever detective work, he figures out the church where the wedding’s taking place, but runs out of gas getting there, leading him to RUN to the church instead. And he BOOKS it, and this leads to the final iconic sequence.

He’s too late to get to Elaine before the wedding, but that’s not going to stop him from getting to Elaine. He bangs on the window above the church, shouting her name, much to the irritation of Carl and Mr. Robinson. However, that doesn’t matter, because she also wants him. She shouts him name, and Ben runs down to her. He physically fights off Mr. Robinson and Carl, and Elaine also escapes the grasp of her mother, who open hand slaps her in the face!

They run off, and board a bus, smiling at each other.

And then the smiles fade. Because they begin to realize what they’ve done. And all they’re left with now is the sound of silence.

And that’s The Graduate, and I gotta say...this film DID NOT age well. This film didn’t age well at ALLLLLL. I’ll get into it in the Review. See you there!

[justthehiddleswrites]

The Reluctants | Chapter 10 | The Reluctant Detective

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary:  Charlie can’t believe her luck when she lands an apartment all to herself in Quincy, Massachusetts in a decaying triple decker. But life gets more complicated when someone moves into the basement. Specifically her landlord, Adam, who also happens to be a vampire. As life collapses around Charlie, these two forge an uneasy and unlikely relationship. But is their relationship as doomed as the building they live in?

Chapter:   Adam finds out the truth of Charlie’s whereabouts as well as Jason’s nature and is pissed.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Frottage, Dry Humping, Teasing, Coming In Pants, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex. Couch Sex. Kidnapping. Stalking. Non-Graphic Violence, Character Death

-

Adam groaned and stretched in bed early that evening. Charlie’s side was cold, and the sheets tucked up. His brow furrowed until he spied the note on his nightstand.

“Ridiculous.” he clicked his tongue at Charlie, slipping out without waking him. He remained in bed, hoping she would soon return and slip under the sheets to curl next to him before heading to the living room.

But Charlie didn’t show when she usually did. Or two hours later. At first Adam figured she was caught up at the record store, but at three hours Adam worried enough to call Simmons’ personal cell phone. No easy feat as Adam needed to dig out his landline from under a table and crumpled pieces of paper and dust.

“Hello?” Simmons answered with his distinct, gravelly voice.

“It’s Mr. Streiff.”

“Oh, already calling with an offer to buy the Gibson? Charlie is a better salesperson than she lets on.”

Adam’s brows knitted. “What Gibson? I’m calling to check on Charlie, who is working late with you.” His tone firm, bordering on accusatory.

“She left hours ago. With a 1905 Gibson she insisted to take to show you.” Simmons responded worried, although Adam couldn’t tell if it was over the guitar or Charlie. His fist balled tightly at his side.

“What?! Where did she you go?” Adam paced the floor as silence hung in the air while Simmons contemplated his response.

“I didn’t see.” Simmons snapped his fingers. “Wait! I wondered if her cousin came and got her.”

“What cousin?”

Adam shoved on his boots while pulling on a shirt. Charlie said nothing about a cousin. And given what she said about her parents, he doubted the existence of any cousin.

“The one who came by the other day asking for her schedule.”

“And you gave it to him?!” Adam’s voice rising to a yell.

“He said the family came to surprise her. It sounded nice.”

Adam rolled his eyes and cursed. “Fuck! What did he say? Did he give a name?”

“He said his name was Jason. And—” Simmons’s next words met with a dial tone when Adam hung up.

He threw the phone against the wall, smashing it to bits.

“Fuck!” He kicked at the pieces of plastic on the floor before slumping onto the couch. He couldn’t decide whether to kill Simmons first or go out hunting for Charlie.

-

Charlie rolled her neck, popping the bones.

“Ah…” she sighed while taking a quick inventory of her body.

Her head still pounded and tender to the touch on the back, where she touched what seemed to be a goose egg. Her arms and hands were free, and she was wearing everything from when she left the record shop, save her overcoat. As Charlie sat up from the bed or couch or whatever she sat on, a chain clinked. Charlie glanced down to see her leg shackled to what Charlie now determined to be a couch. A shitty futon to exact.

Loud voices filtered from next door and Charlie moved to the edge of the couch, as far as the chain would let her.

“This was not part of the plan, Jason. Idiot!” A female yelled.

Something clattered to the floor on the other side of the door.

“Why are you the one calling the shots!?

Charlie recognized Jason’s sniveling tone.

“I’m the one taking all the risks! You wanted Adam, she will get us him!”

“That doesn’t mean kidnap her! Do you realize how pissed he will be?!”

“What do you suggest? Let her go? Absolutely not! She’s mine.”

“I don’t know what I wanted, but this is not it.” The floor shook as Ava stomped and pouted. “I’m hungry.”

“There’s some blood in the fridge.”

The door creaked open and Charlie scrambled away. Ava popped into the room.

“Oh, you.” her voice dripped with disdain. “You’re awake.”

“How in the hell did you and Jason…” Charlie’s voice wavered, still coming to grips with her situation.

Ava smiled, her fangs peeking out from behind her lips. “Your little stalker boyfriend?”

“Not my boyfriend.”

“No, but he is your stalker.” Ava smirked. “I met him outside when Adam threw me out. So rude.” Her bottom lip popped out into a pout.

“He will be so pissed when he gets here.”

“I realize that!” Ava stomped her foot and then stormed away as Jason came in.

He sat down right next to Charlie. His cast rough against her skin. Jason lifted his good hand to run the back of his finger along Charlie’s cheek. She jerked back at the intrusion.

“Get used to me, sweetheart.” Jason’s face twisted into a sick smile.

-

Adam spent the better part of an hour grilling Simmons on every nuance of his conversation with Jason and the events of that night. Frustrated and angry, he slammed his hand repeatedly against the steering wheel of his Jaguar. It hurt like hell.

As soon as he got back home, he went to Charlie’s apartment and ransacked her living room and bedroom. Clothes and paper flew in the air without regard until he located Charlie’s neglected planner. With a deft finger, he flipped the pages until he found what he wanted. He ripped the page out and then shoved clothes and debris from his fit to find the phone.

“Charlie?” Elise answered in a groggy voice.

“Who the fuck is Jason?”

“Who the hell is this?” Elise’s voice turned shrill.

“It’s Adam, I’m her…” He hesitated. How much did Charlie tell her friends? He quickly replaced the thought with panic and fear as to what may happen to Charlie. “… boyfriend.”

Elise sat up in bed. “Oh, pleasure. Did Jason show up? I told Charlie to be careful.”

Adam would have to wait until Charlie came home safe and sound to discuss hiding important information from each other.

“Tell me everything about him.”

-

Twenty minutes later, Adam hung with Elise with enough information about Jason to recognize breaking his arm last month was a gift. He should have broken his neck. Nothing that would pop up on a standard background check, but red flags nevertheless. He sounded like a serial killer in the making. Adam ripped the phone out of the wall and walked downstairs to fish out his own address book. He prayed the number still work as he punched in the number.

“Hello?” the male voice answered.

“Frank, I need a favor.”

“Adam. You know that’s not my name, right?”

“I’m not calling you Francois Eugène Vidocq.”

The man chuckled. “It is a mouthful. It’s been at half a century since we talked. How’s Eve?”

“Dead.” Adam winced.

“I’m sorr—”

Adam cut him off. “I don’t need your apologies. Do you still have access to the Registry of Motor Vehicles?”

“Massachusetts? Well, yeah, if you call hacking into their database access.”

“I need you to get my an address for a Jason Fuller and a Nicole McDonald?”

“Got anything else? Dates of birth?”

“No.”

Frank sighed on the other end of the line. “Give me a bit, I will call you back.” The line clicked dead.

Adam paced the floor. His hand ran through his wild hair. He hated this. He hated his mind racing to all the possibilities of the horrible things happening to Charlie. A thought entered his mind. He walked into the spare bedroom, digging through a box. And then another, and a third.

“She’s fucking right, Eve. I should let her clean and organize down here.” He rummaged through yet another box before pulling out a tattered shoebox. “Apologies, baby, for what I may have to do. But I love her.”

An hour later, the phone rang.

“Took you long enough.” Adam snapped back. He threw a black leather jacket on top of his usual rock n roll attire, combat boots and everything.

“You didn’t say anything about a rush.”

“The urgency was implied, Frank. Did you get the addresses or not?”

“I got what you want.” Frank rattled off two addresses, Jason’s in Cambridge and Nicole’s in Revere. “You never told me why you are looking for this guy.”

“He took something very dear to me.”

“A guitar?”

“A girl.”

-

Charlie soon discovered Jason and Ava didn’t have a fucking clue what they were doing. Two things became clear to Charlie: Jason wanted to keep Charlie for himself, and Ava was always hungry. She had no idea how long she had been here or if Adam realized she’d gone missing. If she wasn’t so terrified, Charlie would have been laughing at this Keystone Cops kidnapping of hers.

Ava and Jason bickered in the corner.

“Hmmm.” Charlie cleared her throat. Two heads snapped over to glare at her. “I’m wondering,” She crossed her legs at the ankles, chain clinking along the floor. “which of you is going to let Adam know you have me?”

Ava’s face pinched up. “I beg your pardon?”

Charlie’s lips twitched into a smile. “Well the whole point of this is to get Adam’s attention, am I correct? It’s hard to do that if he DOESN’T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE, I’M HERE!” she screamed.

Jason stomped over to Charlie and hit her with his open hand. The left side of her face exploded in pain.

“DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Jason screamed back. His nostrils flared and spittle flew out of his mouth. Charlie cried out of exhaustion and pain more than anything. Jason’s expression softened. He sat next to her.

“Sweetheart.” He cooed, reaching up to soothe the already bruising mark on Charlie’s cheek. “You know better than to get me upset. I lose control when I get upset. You might end up hurt.”

Charlie gulped. “Sorry.”

Jason stood up and kissed the top of her head. “Now let’s go get some ice from that bruise.” He walked off to the kitchen.

Ava’s gaze darted between the kitchen and Charlie. “Fine, I’ll make the phone call.”

Adam never got that message because he was long gone.

-

Jason’s Cambridge apartment was empty, but that didn’t stop Adam from ransacking the place. In particular, he shredded to bits a few photos of Charlie pinned onto a corkboard.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he caught the time after kicking in Jason’s TV. There wasn’t enough nighttime left to make it to Revere. “Hang on just one more day, my love.”

-

Charlie iced her cheek with the frozen bag of peas Jason tossed to her. Her stomach gurgled.

“Could I get something to eat?” Charlie’s voice soft and wavering.

“I’m hungry too.” Ava whined.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Women.” He grabbed his keys. “Feed on her if you’re hungry.”

“Do I look like I have a death wish? I want to talk to Adam, not be killed by him. Bring something to eat.”

“Fine!” Jason slammed the door.

He returned several hours later, a greasy bag of fast food tucked under his cast and a drunk girl holding his other hand.

Charlie’s nose scrunched at the aroma of burger and fries. Jason pushed the girl towards Ava.

“Eat up, both of you.” he sneered.

“I’m trying to watch my cholesterol.” Charlie piped up.

“Did you ask her if she is clean?” Ava complained.

“If you don’t like what I brought you, then you can STARVE!!” He slammed to the door to the other room.

Ava shrugged her shoulders and dragged the girl into the kitchen. Charlie snacked on the fries while ignoring the greasy cheeseburger. Tears rolled down her face.

“I miss you, Adam. Please find me.” she whispered as she pulled the thin afghan over her body and laid down on the sofa, which she just noticed smelled of beer.

[kariachi]

So I sat down and wrote some horror story.

Warning: Major dead animal content

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A few years back I lived smack dab in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, New York. A ‘cropfields on three sides and an alpaca farm on the fourth’ sort’ve rural place that I’d decided to move to due to a love of the countryside, isolation, and fresh venison. I was renting an old whitewashed farmhouse, easily a hundred years old if it was a day, with a garage that had once been a barn and a dilapidated old pumphouse making the backyard pleasantly hazardous to walk through. It was a nice enough place, and aside from the shit I experienced there, I really did love it.

I’d been living there about a week when I headed out to my car one morning to head to work and found a dead bird laying on the lawn, right there on the grass a few feet from the walk. I always leave myself plenty of time when I go out, so, being a nature lover and armchair biologist, I grabbed a stick and went to investigate. It was a little goldfinch and from my poking and prodding it seemed fresh, and didn’t look like there was anything wrong with it, no injuries or anything. Almost like it had just, fallen dead from the sky and happened to land there only a short while before. Still, this isn’t too odd of a find and so I just shrugged and headed off to work. While there I decided I’d leave the goldfinch where it’d landed, to see how long it took for some other piece of wildlife to carry it off.

Since I’d lost my sense of smell in an accident years prior, and I didn’t know anyone I’d want to invite over anyway, I wasn’t too worried about the risk of it rotting right there. Turns out this was a good thing, as nothing even touched it. I’d check every morning and it was pretty much exactly like I’d found it. It even took a few days to see signs of ants, and you couldn’t drop a chicken nugget around there without immediately having to surrender it to the horde for your own safety. That Saturday though, I realized I was going to have to move it. The yard needed mowing and it was right in the way. So I moved it to the base of a nearby tree, where I could still go check it but it wasn’t in the way, and set to work with the mower.

When I turned the corner around the back of the garage, there was another bird there. A grackle, in the same condition as the goldfinch- fresh, no injuries, seemingly having just dropped out the sky. It felt kinda weird, seeing it. It shouldn’t have, it was just a dead bird, but finding it so soon after finding the goldfinch, in the same condition, it got my hackles up. Still, it was just a dead bird, so I went and got the shovel out again, moving it up against the garage wall so any passing scavengers could get it, and went back to mowing.

Tuesday morning, I looked out my bathroom window and saw a sparrow dead on the grass, in the same condition as the last two.

I called animal control. It seems like an overreaction, I know, but something didn’t feel right about all this, and three is a pattern, especially when it takes place over a week. Besides, the grackle and goldfinch were still practically untouched, and I was beginning to worry that maybe there was some disease going through the bird population, or my neighbors were inadvertently poisoning them. Either way, it seemed something that should be looked into, just in case.

They sent somebody out who listened to my story and collected the birds for testing, though they said it was probably nothing. Ingestion of cat saliva, they explained, could kill a small animal even if the cat itself didn’t manage to hurt them, and it was probably just that there was one around with an affinity for birds. I was instructed to keep an eye out for any strays and to call back if I saw one or found any more dead birds. At that point they’d set up a live trap, hopefully catch the cat and find it a good, indoor home.

I was grateful for the reassurance, even though the explanation didn’t sit quite right with me. Something just felt off about the whole thing. Still, with expert testimony available I chalked the weird feeling up to too many horror stories, vowed to invest in some new books, and went back on with life.

That Saturday I ended up making another dead bird call (another grackle), and from then on finding dead animals became my new not-normal.

It went on for months. A few times a week I would go out in the morning and find a dead animal, then every couple of days, then every day. Not just birds either. I started finding dead mice and squirrels, snakes and turtles, and even larger things. At one point I had to call my neighbor in, because one of his alpacas seemed to have jumped the fence onto my property and then just, keeled over where she landed. I had to start taking just taking notes as to where and when I found them and call it in once a week. And they didn’t just stick to the yard. A dead turtle under my truck. Dead cat on my garage (guess it wasn’t him). I once stepped out for my morning check to find a fox on the front step that couldn’t have died five minutes before I opened the door. Worse, they were never able to figure out a cause of death for anything. All of these animals were in as perfectly healthy as you could expect for their circumstances, the alpaca had been seen by a vet only a few days before. It was like they just, came to my property and stopped breathing for no reason.

All this time I’d been hearing noises in the walls of the house. Really, I’d been hearing them since the day I moved in, but I hadn’t thought anything of it. An old, rural house is going to have things in the walls. Squirrels, bats, mice. Pest control and I couldn’t see where they might be getting in, but that doesn’t really mean anything, it’s easy to miss little holes that you’d swear later nothing should’ve been able to get through. As time went on though, and all these animals turned up dead, I started getting uneasy about the noises in the wall. I started getting angry at them. Kicking them when the noises got to be too much, yelling at whatever was in there that they could get out or start paying rent, things like that.

I distinctly remember, one night, hearing scuffling behind my headboard, and calling out “Are you quite done?! Some of us are trying to sleep!” And I swear to you I heard some sort’ve thin, muffled laughter. I told myself it was just my exhaustion, the sounds of an old house, and weird acoustics that tricked my brain into thinking it heard a laugh- it was, probably just a bat falling down the wall or something- but I still slept in the living room for a few days afterwards.

Late fall was finally my limit, six months after everything started. I woke up one morning and my bedroom was sweltering. The temperature outside had been consistently in the forties and I hadn’t yet gotten space heaters for the upstairs, waiting on that next paycheck, but I’d swear it felt like it was in the eighties. I kicked off the covers, flipped my pillow, and tried to ignore my alarm and go back to sleep, but to no avail. Sat up, threw my feet over the edge of the bed, looked over for my slippers and

And there were dead animals on my floor. Not just one my floor, they’d been placed there, in a neat little row, a semicircle around my bed. All mammals too, I’m not sure why that spooked me more than if it’d have been an assortment, but it did. Mice, moles, squirrels, baby rabbits. Baby rabbits. In fall.

With a forced calm of someone fighting a freeze response I put on my slippers, grabbed my cell, went downstairs, grabbed my keys, and beelined for my truck at a fast march. I got in, locked the doors, and drove down the road to my neighbor’s house where I called the police and animal control- in that order- from his driveway.

I refused to go back to the house, so one of the cops drove out there to question me. I told her the whole story, with verification from animal control, and the police gathered up the animals in my room as evidence, along with the ones animal control had already grabbed. The best theory they could come up with, given the sheer levels of distress I was very obviously in, was that somebody had been stalking me, someone that somehow had a key to my house and was doing all this just to fuck with me. My landlord was the prime suspect, even after she changed the locks at her own expense and comped me that last awful month’s rent. She even let me out of my contract early, wholly understanding my straight-up refusal to return to that property, or even drive passed it.

I stayed with my neighbor until I could find another place, and the community banded together to pay for movers to come in, pack my stuff, and take it all to my new house. The movers even, upon hearing the story, vowed they’d make sure there wasn’t a single dead animal among my stuff and even unpacked it all for me to be sure. They were all wonderful, the new house is wonderful, and I haven’t had any strange experiences since that morning. I’ve been living the nice, peaceful life in the country that I’d craved from the beginning to this day.

There was, one last thing though. A few months after I was settled in my new home, the animal control officer I’d worked with throughout the ordeal called me with some news. My landlord had gone by the house to see if it would be worth opening it up to a new tenant, or if she should just find something else to do with the land, and noticed nobody had done anything about the large, whole pumpkins I’d set on my porch as Halloween decorations. They were starting to really rot, so she’d shoved them off into the front garden. All three had splattered upon impact with the ground, and inside the largest?

Had been a dead baby deer.

[howellyw]

We Are Alive - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I originally wrote this on Wattpad and decided to post it on more websites :) This is my original work, not the characters or premise, but Natasha is my character.

"Never be afraid to do the things that make you feel free."

I walk into the bar I usually go into every night and plop down at my usual seat, I come in to watch the basketball game with the boys who are always here.

"The usual?" the bartender Kevin asks me, I nod and lean against the counter.

He hands me two glasses of straight whiskey, I slowly slip one while I watch my team shoot another basket.

"What happened today, Lieutenant Parish?" Kevin asks, I shake my head and set down my cup.

"More homicides, same old same old, nothing ever fucking changes in Detroit," I say, "don't know why I signed up for this job since androids are probably gonna take it away from me" I grumble.

Kevin nods as he takes away my glass, "Ain't that the damn truth" he mutters as he turns around.

Kevin's bar is a no android bar, meaning no androids can come inside, most places run by old folks who weren't for the creation of androids don't allow androids to come in, most people are scared by androids.

I hate them, they're walking pieces of plastic that are going to steal our jobs, they offer us absolutely nothing other than doing our work for us, lord knows we don't need more lazy people in the world.

The door opens a couple of minutes later, I look up and see an android walking in, I roll my eyes and look back at my other cup, so much for a no android bar.

The android walks around the bar as if it's looking for something, but I continue to ignore it as I take another sip from my drink, hopefully, it'll just leave, it's making everyone uncomfortable.

The damn thing walks over and stands beside me, I still don't look up hoping that it'll leave me alone, I'm just trying to watch my game in peace, I really don't want to be bothered by this hunk of junk.

"Lieutenant Parish," it says, I sigh, obviously it won't leave me alone.

"My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife" I roll my eyes and down the rest of my drink.

"I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were, they said you were probably having a drink nearby," he informs me.

"I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar," he adds, I swear I can hear the tiniest bit of sarcasm behind his voice.

I scoff but continue to ignore him, hoping he'll eventually get the hint to leave me be.

"You were assigned a case early this evening, a homicide, involving a Cyberlife android."

I sigh and finally look at it, it has dark brown hair that matches its eyes and he wears the typical android outfit to be able to tell him apart from humans since these things look just like us.

"And?" I ask.

"In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators."

I scoff and turn away from him, "Well I don't need any assistance, 'specially not from a plastic asshole like you" I grumble and turn back to the bar.

"Tell Cyberlife I don't need any help, I've managed just fine by myself til now," I say.

"Lieutenant Parish, I must inform you that I intend to file a report on your behavior" the thing threatens which only makes me laugh.

"Oh yeah?" I chuckle, I turn back and look at him "they're used to it, nice try though."

He remains stone-faced like my stubbornness doesn't affect him like it would a human, guess these things can't feel.

"My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you" he informs me.

"Yeah, you know where you can stick those instructions?" I chuckle, "No, where?" the thing asks, I look at it and it looks at me with childlike curiosity.

I roll my eyes, they couldn't design androids with a sense of humor?

"Nevermind" I mumble, I wave the bartender over and ask for another drink, "You know what?" it says, maybe it'll finally leave me alone.

"I'll buy you one for the road," it says, this sparks my curiosity, "What do you say?" it asks.

I look at him then back at Kevin with a smirk "See Kevin, maybe these things are good for something" I say, Kevin chuckles but shakes his head.

The thing throws a $20 on the counter and starts to walk toward the door, "See you next week, Kev" I say to Kevin, he nods as we walk out

I walk to my car and unlock it, the thing climbs into the passenger seat and waits patiently for me to enter the car.

Once I'm in I start the car, it gives me directions to the house where the homicide was committed.

I turn on my radio to make sure that this thing won't try and talk to me, rap is playing, my favorite music genre.

Tinman leans in closer to the radio and looks at it curiously.

"Wake up in the sky by Gucci Mane," he says, I glance at it briefly before returning my attention to the road, "You know the song?" I ask.

"I know every song, it's apart of my programming" it states matter of factly, "Well would you look at that" I mumble.

"Is this your favorite type of music, Lieutenant?" he asks.

"Yeah" I mumble, it nods and turns up the volume slightly, I glance back over at it "Do you like it?" I ask.

It frowns slightly and looks at me, "Like it?" it repeats.

My brows furrow in confusion, were they not programmed to like things?

"Yeah... do you not know what that means?" I ask.

It shakes his head no, "I wasn't programmed with interests in anything or with the capability to 'like' something" it says plainly.

"So you don't have the capability to enjoy something or even fall in love with someone?" I ask.

"Love?" it questions, "no, I don't. I was created to accomplish my mission that's all" it says.

I nod, "So after your 'mission' is done, what then?" I ask, "They'll send me back to Cyberlife until the next mission is available for me," it says.

"Huh, that sounds incredibly boring," I say.

"Boring" he tests the word out.

"Can you stop fucking repeating every word I say, it's annoying" I grumble.

"I'm sorry, I'm programmed with that I need to complete my mission, words like 'love' and 'boring' are not in my programming" it states.

"So... you don't have the capability to show emotions, and on top of that, you're programmed with a limited vocabulary to further ensure you won't feel emotion" I state, I glance at the thing and see it staring at me blankly, "Precisely" it nods.

"And how does that make you feel?" I ask before I even realize how dumb that question was, "I don't feel" it says blankly before returning its attention to the road.

That's such a crazy concept to think about, no androids can feel anything so does that mean they don't have thoughts? And if they don't feel then... what do they do? Just stand around all day mindlessly doing what us humans ask of them?

I pull up to the house and see all of my coworkers outside working.

"Alright, this won't take long, just wait in here" I instruct, I don't want people asking me a hundred questions as to why I have an android following me around, and I don't want him pestering me.

"I was assigned to assist you-" it starts to say but I cut it off.

"I know what you were fucking assigned with, I said to stay in the fucking car so be a good little android and stay in the car" I command before getting out of the car.

One of the news reporters outside runs up to me "John with News 16, can you confirm that this is a homicide?" he asks, I don't even look at him as I walk past him "I'm not confirming anything" I say sternly.

I walk through the holographic police tape, and a couple of seconds later I hear a cop stop someone behind me, "Androids are not permitted beyond this point" he says, I glance back at them and see the android following me.

"Relax, Frank, he's with me," I grumble.

The Tinman walks through the tape and over to me and stares at me blankly, "What part about stay in the car do you not fucking understand?" I ask.

"Your orders contradicted my previous ones" it states, I roll my eyes "Don't talk, don't touch, and stay out of mine and everyone's way, got it?" I ask.

"Got it" it replies, I search his eyes trying to tell if it's lying but I guess androids have the ultimate poker face or was it even programmed with the capabilities of lying.

"Evening, Natasha. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show" Ted says, a guy who works at the station.

"Yeah that was the plan until this asshole found me," I say, I glance at Tinman, it tilts its head to the side almost like how a puppy does.

"So, you got yourself an android huh?" Ted smirks at me.

I wonder how this looks to everyone else, a female getting a male android, they probably think I'm going to use it for some weird sex fetish.

"Funny. Just tell me what happened" I say.

Ted, debriefs me and tells me how the landlord called the police claiming the tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months so the landlord swung by the house and saw the victim dead.

As soon as we make it into the living room the pungent smell hits me, I think it's actually burning the hairs inside of my nostrils.

I cover my nose with my shirt "Jesus, the smell" I groan.

"Yeah, this thing's been rotting for a while," Ted says.

"Victims name is Carlos Ortiz" Ted informs me, I notice the android standing next to me looking all over the room before walking off and looking at something else.

I squat down and look at the body, he has multiple stab wounds on his chest, his skin is completely drained of all color and so are his eyes.

"I would say this poor sucker has been rotting for a good three weeks" I estimate, I turn around trying to look for a weapon and pretty close to the body is a kitchen knife.

"Probably the murder weapon" I speculate, "Any sign of a break in?" I ask, Ted shakes his head.

"Nope, the landlord said the front door was locked from the inside and all window were boarded up, possible that the killer walked out the back way," he says.

I know the victim had an android, there could be a possible relation between the two, "What do we know about his android?" I ask.

"Not much, the neighbors confirmed that he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived" he informs me.

I guess it could have escaped but androids don't have a mind of their own so that theory doesn't work out.

I look at the wall above the victim to see the words "I Am Alive" written in what I presume is the victim's blood.

The handwriting itself is incredibly neat, I look over and see tinman standing next to me again staring at the writing.

"I don't think this was written by a human, it's way too neat," I think out loud, it nods and studies the writing.

"It was written by an android" it confirms.

It looks down at the knife and then does something completely unexpected, it sticks its finger in the blood and then licks its finger.

"Oh, what the hell? The fuck are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm analyzing the blood" it responds matter of factly, "I can check samples in real time," it says, I wince and look away from it.

"I'm sorry I should have warned you," it says, "Okay, just don't do it in front of me," I say.

I notice a bag of red stuff sitting on his coffee table, I clench my fist in anger as I pick it up, it's Red Ice, an extremely addictive substance people love to abuse.

It's fucked up how most everyone in the world is addicted to this stupid substance, it offers no benefits to anyone but yet everyone still uses it.

"He was stabbed 28 times in the chest and abdomen," the android says from behind me, I turn around and notice it examining the body.

"Seems like the killer really had it in for him then," I say.

The android walks away and towards the kitchen so I follow it, it opens the back door and looks outside.

"Door was locked from the inside" I inform it, "killer must have gone out this way" I finish.

Tinman shakes its head, "There are no footprints, apart from officer Collins' size 10 shoes" it states.

I lean against the doorframe and stare at it as it looks out at the yard, its eyes squint as if it's thinking.

So androids do have thoughts?

But I guess they don't think like us if they don't have emotion, so their thoughts are probably blank observations.

"Well this happened weeks ago, tracks could have faded" I state.

"No" it shakes his head, "this type of soil would've retained a trace" it informs me, god they really did make it a genius.

"Nobody's been out here for a long time," it says and looks at me.

It turns back around and walks into the house, I look back into the backyard and nod to myself, so if the killer didn't leave through the front or back door then he must still be inside the house somewhere.

But there's no way that the killer could still be in the house without anyone finding him, right?

I walk back into the living room and consult with Ted before tinman walks back over to me, "Lieutenant" it says.

"I'll be outside if you need me," Ted says, I nod and then turn my attention to the android.

"I think I figured out what happened," it says, the corners of my mouth turn up in a smirk.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, it nods affirmatively, "Alright then, shoot, I'm all ears," I say.

"It all started in the kitchen," it says and walks towards the kitchen, I follow it and look down at the ground where a bat lays along with some fallen over chairs.

"There're obvious signs of a struggle... The question is; what exactly happened here" I say and look at it expectantly, testing it, if he can figure this out then he earns my respect.

"I think the victim attacked the android with the bat" it continues, I nod, "That lines up with the evidence," I say.

"The android then stabbed the victim" it finishes.

"So the android was trying to defend itself right?" I ask, "Correct, the victim then fled to the living room" we both walk into the living room and stand in front of the victim.

"So the victim was trying to get away from the android," I say with a nod, "The android murdered the victim with the knife" it finishes.

"Alright, that theory's not completely ridiculous, but it doesn't tell us where the android went to" I remind it.

"It was damaged by the bat and lost some thirium," it says and looks at me, I look at it confused, "Thirium, you call it blue blood. It's the fluid that powers androids biocomponents" it explains.

"It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye," it informs me.

"But I bet you can still see it, can't you?" I ask, "Correct" it nods, I smirk and step out of his way.

"Alright then, go ahead and lead the way," I say.

It leads us to the hallway that leads to the bathroom, it crouches down and glances at the ground before standing up and then looking at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking?" I ask, "I need something to get up there," it says, "Gotcha" I reply.

I walk back into the kitchen and grab a chair, I bring it back to where the android is and places it against the wall.

"Wait here, I won't be long," it says, it climbs up onto the chair and into the attic.

I hear it walking for a bit but then it stops, and it stays that way for a minute or so.

"Hey, Tinman! What the hell is going on up there?" I yell up to it, "It's here, Lieutenant" it yells back.

"Holy shit, Ted, Ben, get your asses in here now" I command.

[escapistcatontheinternet]

TAZ Suburban AU

Faerun is the very picture of a suburb, the kind of place with white picket fences, a good school district, and a certain peace that comes with all of these kinds of areas. Or at least it seems like it. Gosh darn it, these newer generations just can’t figure this domestic bliss thing out, huh?

The Burnsides Family

Consists of Magnus and Julia Burnsides, Julia’s father Steven Waxman, their fish Steven, and a baby on the way

They had to move from their old town, Raven’s Roost, due to gang violence

Magnus works as a carpenter and handyman. At first, he scared off his neighbors with his stature, but he’s probably one of the friendliest people you’ll meet

Julia tried to fit in with the other women in the area, but after she realized they were fucking boring, and after they realized she couldn’t cook for shit anytime they had a potluck, she kind of stopped

Magnus got a fish because their old place didn’t allow dogs, and now he owns him

also, he basically owns Lucretia’s dog, Fisher

The Bluejeans Family

Consists of Dr. Lup and Dr. Barry Bluejeans, and one reluctant Taako

Lup pretended to be normal for about five seconds, then she blew the grill up in the backyard. She works in chemical engineering

Taako feels kind of shitty on impeding on Lup’s life because his boyfriend and business partner dumped him, but Lup insisted

He’s working as a math tutor at the nearby school, but he’s working on setting up a bakery in town

Magnus for deffo sure is one of the people helping him with renovations

The PTA members fluctuate between wanting to fire him for teaching their children those words and encouraging fighting, but also he’s a good fucking teacher and have you had his macarons, Jane?

They live next to Susan, a devout Catholic and right bitch

Everyone thinks that Barry is the normal one of the family, a respectable doctor and such, but at the house-warming party Susan fainted because she found a preserved brain in the fridge whilst snooping. He’s a forensic scientist.

The McDonald Family

Consists of Kravitz McDonald and his son Angus McDonald. His mothers, Istus and Raven McDonald, live next door.

Their house is known as ‘that creepy black house’ due to a bet Kravitz lost that caused him to paint his house, and Kravitz never really got to changing it (he likes it but won’t admit it)

They own a family-run Private Investigator service

Barry probably works with them sometimes

Angus is Taako’s favorite student and a kid prodigy already in high school at ten years old

Is also fully aware that his adopted father has a crush on Taako, fully encourages it

Is it for the cookies? Yes. Yes, it is.

The Fangbattle Family

Consists of Carey and Killian Fangbattle. The Hogsbottom Three and Hathaway Redcheek live next-door.

Killian worked as a bodyguard and now she works as a personal trainer. Carey was prob on American Ninja Warrior and does parkour stuff and posts it on YouTube (also m a y b e she did a jewel heist bc suburban secret master thief lesbians? Mhmm)

Jeremy ‘Scales’  Fangbattle lives next door with his wife, son, and of course his two roommates bc they’re all disasters and you can fight me on this.

They do have a successful band, with Jeremy on the guitar, Tanzer on the violin, and Lucian on drums

The Ipre Apartment Complex

Merle saved up for a long time to get a nice, normal, non-mobile apartment so he could see his kids more

He owns a flower shop and probably also teaches a bible study class

he’s all the kids favorite

Lucretia lives alone with her dog and owns a bookstore downtown

she started a book club/gossip circle with a ‘no narcs allowed’ policy

it consists of Julia, Lup, Carey, Sloane, Cassidy, Taako, and Angus

Davenport is the landlord

He and Merle are both vets and they prob deffo sure bond over that (bond~~~~~)

He’s super chill and probably lets way too much shit fly

owns a boat

BONUS:

Avi and Johann live together in the apartment complex. Avi is studying for a degree in mechanics and drives for Uber. Johann is a budding musician and Lucretia’s dog sitter. (he’s very bitter that Fisher likes Magnus more than him)

Noelle also lives in the apartment complex. She does bio-tech

Hurley is a cop and Sloane owns a car shop. They help Merle run the community garden

Roswell is also a cop and everyone loves them

Cassidy is the mayor?

CAssidy is the mayor

June is Angus’ best friend and lives with her grandpa and her uncle Roswell

Ren works at Paloma’s coffee shop and one hundo percent is Taako’s business partner

John Hunger is some rich uy that lives in the rich part of the neighborhood and is set on returning the city back to its ‘original peace’

All of them say fuck your nuclear families

[theyrealllegends]

Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: You’re gonna meet Freddie and I hope you like him! Also, there’s a lot of stressed Rog in this one, before we’re eventually moving to some fluff. 

Author’s Note: Guys, thank you for your insane feedback on chapter 1, I almost started crying when I hit the 100 notes because I wasn’t even thinking I would ever reach them! I love you all and I hope you enjoy the next chapters just as much! Let me know if you have any comments or wishes!

Words: ~1.8k but I’m trying to write longer chapters!

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and drinking, slight swearing and pet names (lol), nothing too crazy so enjoy 

Chapter 2:

Previous Parts: Ch. 1

The flat got quieter as Roger’s exams started. He’d be home with you much more, running his hands through his hair over his books that weren’t as big as yours but with graphs of skulls and different teeth that looked more complex than your longest laws. The amount of first English breakfast tea and then black coffee the two of you drank grew to new extremes but you secretly loved how good it was not to study alone for some time. It kept you going to know that you weren’t in this alone and it sparked your sense for competition to procrastinate less than Roger. Also, he’d ask you the mock exam questions you had and you’d do the same for him, finding out any trouble spots you had to go over again and also teaching each other the bases of your subjects in the process. 

“I’m so sure I’m gonna fail, I should drop out just now!”, Roger moaned from the kitchen table. You were preparing some noodles to feed the two of you for another late night of studying. 

“You’re not dropping out anywhere! Why do you even say that?!” “First of all because it’s too hard”, he said, pressing his hands to his face. “Second of all because I don’t love it half as much as you love your laws.”

“I come from a family of lawyers, I basically grew up with law books everywhere, I really can’t be a standard.”

“You should’ve told me way earlier! I mean, I have a similar - but not inherited passion for biology and I bet I wouldn’t question that as hard as I question these damn teeth and gums and whatnot!”

“Are you sure?”, you asked while you carried the pan full of noodles to the table. “Because I feel like you’re only trying to convince yourself something else would be better so you can stop studying.”

“That’s only half of why I’m done with becoming a dentist. I mean can you even imagine me there, taking care of your smile?”

“Don’t forget to smile”, you said, quoting the name of his band what made him smile in return.

“We’re Queen now, I would’ve told you if I had thought I had enough time to breath.”

“How come?”

“That fucker Tim just left, no idea why but luckily Freddie is our new lead singer now and man, he’s great.”

“Sounds good!”, you told him to wipe the look of anger from his face when he mentioned Tim. 

“It was enough of a pain in the ass to find a new bassists really”, he grumbled on until his face lit up. “Fred asked me to move in with him but I told him I wouldn’t move anywhere without you.” You shook your head to get back to reality after your heartbeat dropped for a second. 

“Rog, you can move in with him if you want to, you talk about him non-stop!”

“Yeah, but he’s not you, Tiff”, Roger said honestly. “I need this”, he explained, nodding to his books, the food in front of him and then looking into your eyes. “I need you, I can’t imagine living without you.”

“I mean”, you say, your cheeks burning, looking at your pasta. “We can find a flat that’s big enough for the three of us?”

“I’ll tell him to look for that”, Roger said immediately and you could tell he was surprised that you considered that but also, that he was very happy about it. You were surprised about yourself, too, really, agreeing to move in with another guy you didn’t know a lot about - and what you knew didn’t really speak for him, taking into account that Roger said Freddie was a heavier drinker than him, smoked more, sang on top of his lungs basically anytime he wasn’t talking about fashion - you didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you didn’t really mind. You felt like it was a good thing, you actually wanted to step out of your comfort zone like that in that moment. “You wanna smoke some pot?”

Your face dropped and your hands clenched into fists - every thought about comfort zones wiped from your brain. “Roger Meddows Taylor. If I catch you smoking pot in this flat or anywhere on earth, I’ll call the cops to get you arrested myself, there’s reasons why it’s illegal!”

“I was joking, Tiff”, he immediately said, trying to calm you down again. “I just wanted to see if my law-loving girl was up for something illegal.”

“I don’t believe you but I’ll let you get away with it”, you murmured and he smiled before finishing his pasta. 

*-*-*-*-*-*

Roger did drop out of his classes in the end and even though he had you convinced he did the right thing, you hated him for dropping out - because it meant he went out to celebrate his freedom and came home freaking wasted as your alarm clock’s digits let you know you’d only have thirty minutes left to sleep. 

“Shit, I’m sorry”, Roger mumbled as you opened your door to check on him. “I swear I didn’t want to wake you.” “Shouldn’t have dropped your keys then, love”, you told him, grabbing his arm to lead him to his room. His breath was hot and came in short yet deep inhalations and his lips caught your attention because they looked swollen. You tried to ignore it when you finally had Roger sit on his bed. He grabbed your hand as you wanted to go for the kitchen and pulled you into him, resulting in his head cuddled against your tummy and his armes wrapped around your waist. 

“Come ‘ere and go back to sleep, babe, it’ll be like I never woke you up”, he said, at least that’s what you thought you understood from his mumbled words. 

“I’ll have to get up in thirty minutes anyway, Rog.” He probably didn’t hear you, if he did he wasn’t paying attention because he just crawled backwards onto his bed, pulling you with him between the numerous patterned sheets and every thing else that was on his bed: clothes, books, you could’ve sworn you heard a bag of crisps or whatever fall to the ground as Roger finally rested his head on one of his pillows and pulled you into his chest that was only halfway covered in whatever fabric it might be. He kicked off his shoes while he kissed your forehead and buried one hand in your hair, the other one moving under the shirt you had been sleeping in. His skin was warm and he moaned softly as you moved to at least lie comfortable for the ten minutes or what you wanted to allow yourself in his bed. He smelled like cigarettes and sweat but there was also a hint of peppermint and clean clothes that reminded you of the flat you two called home right now and it made you calm as you closed your eyes, leaning into him. 

When you woke up, the sun had already risen but you surprised yourself by not freaking out and just carefully escaping Roger’s bed and his extremely chaotic room. He came to your room hours later and just silently started massaging your shoulders when he just saw you there, trying to find relieve in stretching them. 

“Sorry for waking you up”, he mumbled and you moaned instead of a response because - and you would deny ever thinking that - his hands made you feel so good. 

“It’s fine you can repay me in massages”, you told him, leaning into him. He cleaned his throat and moved behind you until you were resting against his chest. 

“Anytime, sweetie. When’s that exam? It’s your last one right?”

“I got one on Friday which is in two days and the last one Monday.”

“I mean, you shouldn’t go out on Mondays but I’d still buy you drinks if you let me.”

“I don’t drink, you know that Rog.”

“I can pay for your Pepsi then, please, Tiff, let me take you out and meet the boys!”

“We’ll see, okay?”

“Sure, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe, Roggie.” He just laughed at your pet name and moved away from you. 

“You want coffee?”

“I’d love some but you’d need to go to the store.”

“I need cigarettes anyway”, he replied, still groaning with all the moving and fresh air waiting for him. 

*-*-*-*-*-*

It was Saturday and you felt the need to glue yourself to your desk, yet Roger somehow managed to persuade you to join him and Freddie to visit the flat that might become your home in the future. 

“It’s cheaper than this one, at least with three people and Fred is really fucking excited about it”, Roger had told you, as he came back from band practice last night. The stress to prepare for your last exam faded a little as excitement got you. You’d eventually move out of the small flat your dad kept telling you was too expensive and your mom found rotten and too noisy from the street. Also, you’d finally see Freddie, the man Roger was such good friends with and you never got around to meet. 

“There you are!”, he said as he slid in the backseat of Roger’s car that you finally agreed to ride in with him. “You must be Tiffany, it’s so nice to meet you!”

“The pleasure’s on me”, you replied shyly yet smiling at Freddie. He wore a dark red suede blazer and black pants and you grinned because you were sure you had seen his shirt on Roger once or twice before. This would be fun, you were sure that moment. 

Except when you looked at the flat, the most gorgeous flat you could imagine living in on the budget your parents provided you, Freddie would be an absolute asshole, to a point where you were sure the landlord wouldn’t want you to move in, ever. 

“I’d lower the rent by 200 pounds, if that’d change your mind”, the lady explained at the end of the visit and your eyes widened in surprise. 

“My dear friend Tiffany here is a lawyer, she’ll make sure you’re bound to that”, Freddie just explained and extended his hand. Your future landlord looked at you and you gave her the best professional smile you could master with all the excitement starting to cook up in your chest, before she sealed the deal by shaking Freddie’s and then Roger’s hand. 

“I can’t believe you fucking did this, man”, Roger mumbled, as the woman motioned for her hardback in the kitchen. “You’re a genius, Fred!”

Tags 

(which I’m really excited about! (imagine me being interviewed drunk with one hand in my shirt if you like?))

@discodeakyy @crazyweirdocalledfriday @blondecarfucker

[chrysolina]

Yes Mr officer ⇛ part one

A/n - I know this is slightly random but I had the idea and just had to burn it out into the open. Also, feedback would be very much appreciated on my work!!! I love hearing from y’all really!!

Summary - Welcome to Boston, the city of the Red Sox, the founding fathers and a good looking - yet bipolar - cop?

Word Count - 1.5k

Pairing - Cop! Chris Evans x fem! reader

Warnings - Nothing really, arguing, smoking

yes mr officer masterlist

The busy streets of downtown Boston never seemed to flare up the energy within your bloodstream as well as it did now as you cautiously grabbed the final cardboard box out from the moving van and thanked the driver for his assistance with getting all the boxes up to your new apartment. It was all what you had dreamed as a out-of-pocket student in College as you finished up your final semester as a student - goodbye books, studying and frat parties; hello real world.

Considering all you had been through in the past two years as you saved up for this exact apartment, you couldn’t actually believe you were here doing this, walking up the very same flights of stairs you wondered up with the landlord those three years ago. Everything was finally looking up for you - your family had settled down after the explosive divorce your parents went through and you had secured yourself a nice paying job not too far away from your residence, a lawyer attorney firm that was in desperate need of some well educated and well spoken staff to help settle cases - everything was perfect.

“Hey,” You called out to the stranger that stood in the centre of your living room, the door left wide open after their intrusion. “What are you doing in here?” Your snap was a little off-hand but who was this tall guy who was just standing in your room.

Your face paled once the man spun around and smiled at you cheekily, the flash of the police logo on his navy shirt and the badge and walkie-talkie that hung on his trouser belt made your stomach drop in an instant.

“Oh hey, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude ma’am - I was actually looking for you,” The tall and may you say handsome officer walked over to you and smiled at you again, this time easier than the last.

“Uh sorry - yes that’s fine officer, is everything alright?” You queried the tall bearded man with a worrisome eye and watched as he laughed at the use of the title.

“Yes everything is fine Miss,” The officer chuckled at the look on your face. “I’m not technically an officer yet ma’am, not until I clock in that is.” The man began to explain with a smooth deep voice that made your nerves calm down a bit. “I’m one of your neighbours across the way,” He nodded his head to the other end of the landing to the door with the writing 6 E in cursive on it.

“Oh I see,” You sighed with a small laugh and looked back to your neighbour with a smile, his walkie-talkie cutting through the slightly awkward silence between the two of you. “Well I guess I’ll be seeing around soon uh..” You trailed off and looked down to the label on his walkie-talkie and tried to look for his name  - Evans?

“The name’s Chris, and you are?” He smirked at your perceptive ways.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” You smiled and set the box down on the end table that stood next to the door. You watched Chris slide out and wander down the tiny landing to the small opening of a staircase, instead of just walking away he turned back to face you and tipped his hat slightly as a sign of thanks.

“I’ll see you around Miss Y/L/N, have a good day now.” And with that, he padded down the stairs and left you looking a little miffed in your undecorated apartment but still, it was a start - a hot new neighbour that was actually a cop, weirder things had happened to you before - this was just a small blip in the start of your new life - how bad could it be?

Apparently, worse than you imagined.

After an arduous day unpacking, organising and taking the odd phone calls from family members alike, all you wanted to do was to have a nice bubbly bath in the tranquility of your new home, watch a show or two on your laptop - the TV technicians weren’t coming until tomorrow - and have a long night's sleep.

After sliding the last box in the corner ready to be thrown away, you opened up the small window in the bathroom and began to run the bath, the bath bomb that sat still in its wrapping made you giddy with glee - finally, you could have a bath in the privacy of you own, actual house with no gross or mannerless students living with you - that was until the usual smell of tobacco rolled through the opening of the window and ruined the mood entirely.

You quickly shut the window and padded around to the balcony door in you kitchen and burst it wide open, you took one look to your left and one look to your right and caught the culprit red-handed - the officer guy, Chris Evans. Standing there in nothing but a pair of sweats and a tight fitting vest that accentuated his incredibly muscular arms that were leaning up against the railing, a cigarette in one hand his phone in the other - all whilst under the golden glow of the streetlamp below, he looked like a hero out of a hot and spicy telanovella. 

“Uh hey Chris,” You called out weakly from your spot by the door and suddenly flushed once his steely blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones.

“Hey Y/N.” He looked at you and then back out to the glittery skyline of the cool Boston night, his voice laced with such disregard it made your blood boil for a second - did he really have the nerve to act all dismissive when he was smoking outside your bathroom window? You hoped not.

“Uh what are you doing out here?” You began to fiddle with the latch of the door as you  watched Chris blow out a puff of smoke from his lips and look back down at his phone, rolling his steel-like eyes in the process.

“Could ask you the same thing.” He turned to look at you with such a cold demeure you were beginning to find it hard to believe he was the same man you met hours earlier, his eyes locking on yours so boredly it made you want to slap that look right of him.

“It smelt like cigarette smoke in my bathroom and I came to see where it was coming from, actually.” You partially snapped and furrowed your brows at him as he turned to rest his elbows and back on the balcony railings whilst rolling his eyes at you again. “I’m sorry but is there something wrong here?” You bit your tongue in fear of swearing.

“Oh no not really.” Chris chided in an overly-exaggerated manner that made you tire quickly. “I was just trying to smoke away my heartbreak but hey, can’t even do that now,” Chris hummed in question and looked back to you, he hoped you would just give up and go back inside like his old neighbour used to but little did he know, you weren’t going to stomach your pride so easily.

“Look, I never said you can’t smoke.” You sighed and rubbed your head at his twisted words. “And I was only going to ask you to move - not to stop or anything.” You smiled at him meekly in an attempt to bring him out from his ass - but it didn’t work. Chris only tightened his glare at you and threw his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it like a stubborn horse.

“Yeah and all I’m going to ask if I can be left in peace for five minutes to have a fucking cigarette but apparently not.” Chris just rubbed his bearded jaw and furrowed his brows tightly, a look of stress flashing over his features in ripples.

“You didn’t have to finish though. did you?” You quipped with a quirked eyebrow.

“Maybe but I’m pretty sure a girl like you would complain about my smoking even if it was on the other side of the balcony.” You really tried to think good and hard about what Chris meant by a ‘girl like you’ but you just couldn’t think of anything - but anger.

With a huff of fatigue, you threw your lot in and decided not to deal with the asshole across the way now when there was a bath to be had. “Y’know what, if you wanna be an asshole - fine. Do so by all means but don’t come asking me for any extra beers or packs of cigarettes - like you guys usually do.” You snapped ferociously and turned back inside, slamming the balcony door as you did so.

The absolute nerve of him huh? One minute he’s a chivalrous, good looking cop the next, he’s a hellbent asshole whose main priority is to upset and aggravate you - nice. Either way, when you returned back to the bathroom and slid the window open again, he seemed to have vanished and the bath had run to the perfect temperature. 

But what you didn’t know was that Chris sat - as you said - on the other side of his balcony in his aged deck chair repeating your words over and over in his head and wondering how he had fallen to such a place than to say those things to his new neighbour. 

A/N - If anyone would like to see more possible parts on their dash, please let me know and inspire me to write a little! Also, if you’d like to be tagged don’t forget to ask via asks/dms, I don’t wanna miss you ):

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Coffee’s For Closers: 8

Sonny’s phone rang at 4AM and woke both of you up, leaving you disgruntled and disoriented as he rolled over and took the call. 

“Carisi.” A long pause. “Yeah, yeah I got it. Alright. No I’m not home. No, it’s fine, I’ll be there soon. Alright.” 

He climbed out of bed and pulled his clothes on before walking to your bathroom and rinsing his face, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed in a state of delirium. When he returned a moment later you were already standing up, sliding your feet into your slippers and tying your plush robe around your waist. 

“What’s wrong?” you murmured and suppressed a yawn. 

Sonny kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I got called in. Rollins is out because her kid is sick and Benson’s on vacation so it’s just me and Tutuola, even though I’m recused,” he explained and guided you back to the bed. “Go back to sleep, beautiful.” 

“Wait, it’s something about Emma?” You sat back down on the bed and then popped up a second later, walking into the kitchen. Once you were awake, that was it for the day. You’d be awake the rest of the day until it was time for you to wrap your day up and go to bed again. 

He followed you, stopping to put his shoes on and shrug his jacket on. “Yeah, it is. You know I can’t tell you anything else, but when I find out I’ll let you know. Emma’s still with her parents right?” 

You nodded and opened the fridge before pouring him a glass of juice and sliding it across the counter to him. “Breakfast of champions.” 

With a smile, he took the glass and downed it in a few quick gulps before kissing your lips and leaving the taste of pineapple and orange behind. “I’ll call you soon, princess.” 

At work a few hours later, you handled the morning rush alongside Adam and the new hire, a guy named Austin. It was evident that Adam found Austin attractive, and you could understand why. He was stocky, about 5′10 with brown eyes and jet black hair. He was quiet but polite, and you found it easy to talk to him and show him the ropes. 

“Hey, Austin?” 

“Yes ma’am?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “No need for that. I just wanted to show you restocking and then the disinfectant we use on the tables.” 

He blushed and followed you into the back room, where you pointed out a few different things like lids, cups, stirrers, and packets of sugar. Beyond the storage was the sanitation area, with buckets, mops, and a variety of liquids that the cafe used to make the cleaner for the tables. “So anyway you mix these two together. It’s gotta stay at a certain level of chemicals, don’t ask me what, so I just make a new batch every hour. When it gets cold or murky then it’s useless anyway,” you explained and shrugged. “So it’s really easy. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it in no time. You handled the rush really well, by the way.” 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied with a toothy grin. “You should be the supervisor. Not Adam. Also, is Adam...” he trailed off and paused, looking at you with a curiously raised brow. 

“Is Adam what?” you countered and handed the new hire a box of sugar packets. “Gay?”

“Yeah. I’m not judgmental I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating when I saw him looking at me like I was a t-bone earlier.” 

You suppressed a laugh as you followed him and helped him restock the self service station. “Yes, Adam is gay. But he’s a vegetarian so I don’t think you’ve got to worry about being looked at that way. You could just tell him that you’re flattered but it makes you uncomfortable. He’s surprisingly understanding.” 

He shook his head fervently. “No I don’t want to offend him. I’d rather talk to you.” 

“Oh, well that’s nice of you, Austin,” you replied, obliviously stacking napkins from the bottom stock to the dispenser. 

“Sure,” he replied a bit sullenly. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Sort of. It’s not like Facebook official or anything, but it’s pretty serious to me.” You glanced over at Austin, who suddenly looked as morose as a boy could. 

“Well if it’s not serious to him what’s the point?” he countered and turned to face you, losing the look of misery and replacing it with one of determination. The bell dinged signaling a customer had walked in, but you knew Adam was at the counter so you continued your busy work. 

You frowned slightly and took a step back, occupying yourself with wiping crumbs into the trash bin. “I’m sure it’s just as meaningful to him.” 

“Men are usually pretty upfront about how they feel. Like for example, I’d like to take you out and show you what a good time you deserve,” he said quietly, but not without confidence. “I can tell it’s been a while since you let loose.” 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Austin,” you disagreed with a slump of your shoulders. What was this guy’s deal? He made you uncomfortable and your spine shiver - but not in a good way. “I actually don’t think this is very appropriate to discuss, work or no.” 

Embarrassed, perhaps irritated by being put off, Austin sighed loudly. “That’s not how I meant it anyway.” 

“How did you mean it then?” A familiar voice called from a few feet behind you. Both you and Austin turned at the same time to see Sonny a short distance away, staring at your coworker with daggers for eyes. “She’s pretty damn important to me.” 

What a mess this was becoming, a quick disaster unfolding in the cafe. “Hey, Sonny. This is Austin, he’s our newest barista. Austin, this is Sonny, my -” 

Austin cut you off with a sarcastic smirk. “Your not so official boyfriend. I expected you to be with someone different.” 

“Right,” you muttered and let your shoulders fall. It was clearly a more suitable option to excuse yourself and head to the back to clock out; your shift was over five minutes ago, anyway. 

“Nice to meet you. Next time you think you’d like to try to get into Y/N’s pants, have some respect and fuck yourself,” Sonny snapped and then glanced over at your retreating figure. Austin laughed and brushed past Sonny, heading to the back with you - a rookie mistake. 

“Sorry your boyfriend’s such a dick,” Austin commented as soon as he pushed open the swinging door and saw you punching out. “Let me know when you get over him. He seems pretty straight laced.. kinda boring.” 

“You really shouldn’t be such an asshole, Austin. It’s dumb to piss off cops, especially decorated, well connected ones,” you warned him before shoving past him and walked out to leave the cafe. Sonny was waiting for you near the door, but you made it a point to blow past him as well and spill out onto the street in frustration. 

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Sonny demanded as he walked out behind you and carefully spun you around to face him. 

“I’m just tired,” you lied and buttoned your coat. “And I’ve got a lot of stuff to do this afternoon, so I don’t have a lot of time to chat.” 

Sonny, noting your lack of eye contact, placed his finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. “Don’t lie to me. You know I can see right through you.” 

“I was fine back there. I was handling it, Sonny. You don’t have to rescue me, or whatever you’d like to consider that little outburst,” you explained softly, and though you were frustrated, you made it a point not to raise your voice. One thing you’d come to appreciate about Sonny was his ability to keep you rational. Even when you were angry, he was able to open your eyes so that you could see things more clearly. 

He smiled down at you in appreciation for your tactful, albeit annoying response. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I got angry when I heard the way he was talking to you. It’s not your fault and I’m not mad at you. You’ve got a huge heart and you’re trusting - which, I don’t understand - but I respect it.” 

“Can you tell me why you left me this morning?” 

“Actually that’s why I came to see you.” 

“Can we talk about it at home?” 

He shook his head. “No, that’s part of why I’m here, too. C’mon, it’s about time I show you my place anyway.” 

Sonny’s apartment wasn’t anything like you’d expected - though, frankly, you had no idea what to expect. Every day you learned something new about him, mostly good things thankfully, and each day that changed the way you imagined his life beyond your company. The apartment was spacious and incredibly tidy, lined with law school books and what looked like a mixed assortment of casual reading and undergraduate text books. It smelled like cinnamon, and had a decent view over the streets below - which were low traffic, surprisingly. 

“Good news or bad news first?” Sonny asked as he took your coat and hung it up, along with your bag. 

“Bad, please,”  you replied and sat down on the overstuffed couch in the living room. 

“Your apartment was broken into this morning, sometime between when you left and 8AM. Nothing in your room seemed to have been touched, but Emma’s room was destroyed. It was like whoever it was, they were looking for something.” 

Your face remained blank as you nodded. “Good news, then?” 

“Well, I guess I can’t say this is good news...” 

“Okay, somewhat shitty news disguising itself as good news?” 

“I got called away this morning because there were two rapes that were identical to Emma’s. Also like Emma’s case, the DNA doesn’t match anyone in the system but it is a match for her attacker,” he explained. He hadn’t sat down, but had instead busied himself in the kitchen making you something to drink. 

“So you guys aren’t any closer to finding her attacker?” you asked as your eyes followed him through the kitchen and to your seated placement on the couch. 

“No,” he replied flatly and handed you a glass of ginger ale. “Sorry. I need to go to the store and get some groceries but I haven’t really been home lately.” 

“It’s fine, honestly,” you murmured and took the glass, sipping it idly. No new updates on Emma, two more rapes, and your apartment had been broken into. You were willing to bet those cameras in the building weren’t of much use again, and you regretted the time you’d spent petitioning the landlord to get the job done in the first place. “Question.” 

“Ask away, princess,” he said, seating himself across from you. 

“You guys took all of Emma’s electronics right? Can you list them?”

“Yeah, hang on.” He pulled his phone out and clicked through what you assumed were a dozen emails before he cleared his throat. “One laptop. One digital camera. Two cell phones - both Apple. One tablet - Apple. That’s it.” 

“Emma had my tablet. One of those surfaces?” You furrowed your brow for a few seconds before sitting up straight. “She gave it back. Well, I took it back. She said her laptop was bugging out and she was using my tablet since I had my laptop already. I have it. It’s in my room. Maybe that’s what they were looking for? If she was really into that kind of shit it’s possible she was using my tablet, Sonny. We’ve gotta go get it.” 

“Where is it?” 

“It’s at LaGuardia CC. I took a LOA but it’s in my office! Your tech people should have it. I don’t care how long they need to keep it.” 

“Put your coat on, we’re going,” he said quickly and sprang up, pulling his phone out to call TARU and Tutuola. 

[assholemurphy]

‘Til Action, Lust : Chapter 5

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The 100

Murphamy

Explicit

Summary:

Having just recently turned eighteen, Murphy decides it’s time he finally visit the Bunker, Arkadia’s BDSM club, in search of a dom. He manages to find one in Bellamy Blake, charming and sweet and prettier than any man has a right to be, in Murphy’s opinion. But after getting arrested vandalizing a cop car, Murphy’s brought down to the station where he runs into someone very familiar. Turns out Bellamy’s a fucking cop. Sleeping with a cop breaks every rule Murphy’s ever set for himself. He’s an anarchist, a rebel, a delinquent, and there’s nothing he hates more than a cop. So, he shouldn’t want Bellamy now, right? Except he does, but Bellamy has rules, too. He doesn’t consort with criminals. So, Murphy has to choose between Bellamy and his illegal extracurriculars. It’s an easy choice, but following the rest of Bellamy’s rules won’t be so easy. It’s not easy for Bellamy, either, because just when he’s gotten used to handling Murphy, he realizes he might actually be falling for him. Which sucks for him, because their relationship is purely built on sex, right? Maybe not, but just when he’s got things under control, they meet a switch named Atom that turns their world upside down all over again.

Beginning

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Murphy was busy filling out college applications –something he should have started doing in high school, but with the guidance counsellor giving up on him, he’d never gotten the chance and now had to do it on his own- when he got Bellamy’s text telling him to meet him at the station if he wasn’t busy. Technically, he was busy, but he didn’t really care. He couldn’t write one more personal essay or forge another letter of recommendation -which he figured fell under more of a moral grey area than outright criminal activity- without pulling his hair out. He needed a chance to let go of some of the stress and fucking Bellamy would give him the outlet he needed right now.

Honestly, he was a little surprised Bellamy had texted so soon. It had only been a couple of days since Bellamy had fucked him, but he wasn’t about to complain. Nor was he going to say no.

He quickly sent a text back, saying that he’d be there in twenty before grabbing his jacket and leaving his apartment, pulling the door hard so he could lock it because the mechanism was broken, like most things in his apartment. He kept asking the landlord to fix them, but it never happened. All he got was a promise to call the repair guys and a greasy smile that made his skin crawl. It wasn’t worth pursuing anymore, so he’d found other ways to deal with the problem.

His bathroom light was held onto the ceiling with duct tape, electrical tape covering up the exposed wires. It still took a few tries to turn it on sometimes, though. Two of his burners didn’t work and his fourth stove knob had been glued back on with superglue, but it still got stuck on high sometimes and Murphy wondered if it would matter if he let the whole place burn down. The air conditioner kicked on randomly, so sometimes he’d wake up freezing and have to kick it a few times to get it to shut off, which only partly relieved his frustration.

And then there was the door lock, which had gotten broken when his next door neighbor’s ex had tried to break into her apartment but had been one off and kicked Murphy’s door open, to which Murphy had responded by tackling him and beating the shit out of him because he’d assumed he was trying to rob him, not that Murphy really had anything worth stealing except the roughly eight hundred dollars he had stashed in his mom’s old jewelry box on a shelf in his bedroom. It probably wasn’t the safest place, considering a jewelry box would be the first thing searched in the event of a break in, but he needed an excuse to keep it that didn’t paint him as an overly sentimental dumbass clinging to memories of a better time.

He finally managed to turn the key in the lock and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the click of the pins falling into place. The walk to the station was only about fifteen minutes and the weather wasn’t too bad today, hovering around the forties instead of the twenties like it had been lately, so he decided to walk it. It would be nice to stretch his legs and clear his mind before seeing Bellamy. The last thing he wanted was to be so distracted by essay questions that bordered on too personal while he was with him.

It was only four forty-five, so he had time. Besides, it’d be nice to see the station again. With as many times as he’d been in there it had begun to feel like a second home and he’d never admit to it, but he kind of missed it. Or, at least, he missed being able to fuck with the officers on duty.

He doubted he’d get a chance to do that today, though, because it was only fifteen minutes until Bellamy’s shift ended, so he’d probably be waiting for him when he got there and it was unlikely he’d let Murphy hang around for another half hour just to insult his coworkers. It’d be fun, but, if he was honest, he’d rather spend the time with Bellamy.

But, going to the station did mean he’d get a chance to see Bellamy in his uniform again. He had taken the shirt off before he’d picked him up the other day, so Murphy hadn’t gotten to see him in it, and he had to admit, he was disappointed. Seeing Bellamy in his uniform shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did, but he had been arrested enough times that he was pretty sure having a cop kink was just par for the course by now. It went against all of his morals, sure, but seeing Bellamy dressed like that was enough to make him want to drop to his knees wherever he was, no matter who was around. It should bother him, but it didn’t, because it wasn’t just any cop, it was Bellamy, and that made it a little bit better.

He shrugged and zipped up his jacket as he set off towards the station, eager to see Bellamy.

._-*-_.

When Murphy got there, he found Bellamy leaning against his car in the parking lot, looking bored, and for a second, Murphy thought maybe he’d be upset with him for talking so long, but as soon as Bellamy saw him, he grinned, all traces of boredom gone from his face and he didn’t seem even remotely upset.

Murphy returned the smile and felt his stomach do a flip. There was something about Bellamy that did things to him, though he wasn’t quite sure what. He sped up his pace as he skirted around a cop car and came to a stop in front of Bellamy.

The second he was within reach, Bellamy pulled him in and turned him around so he could press him up against his car and kiss him. Murphy gave in willingly and parted his lips, letting Bellamy do as he pleased.

Bellamy brushed his tongue against Murphy’s before pulling it back and nipping at his lips, teasing him as he ground his hips against Murphy’s. Murphy moaned into the kiss when he felt the outline of Bellamy’s gun pressing into his hip and he felt his dick stir in his pants. He was ready for Bellamy to take him right there, in full view of everyone. Just bend him over the hood of the car and fuck him hard. Sure, he’d probably get fired, if they both didn’t get arrested, but it would be worth it, in Murphy’s opinion.

Bellamy licked into Murphy’s mouth and sucked on his tongue, making him moan again before he finally pulled back, both of them panting. They had drawn a few stares from some of the other cops, but Bellamy didn’t seem bothered by it, so Murphy didn’t care, either. Let them watch.

When Murphy had caught his breath, he looked up at him, “Bellamy?”

“Mhm?” was the reply as Bellamy brushed Murphy’s hair back from his neck so he could press a kiss to one of the dark purple marks he’d left last time. He was proud of how well they’d turned out, they’d definitely last a while.

“Will you do something for me?” Murphy asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah, anything,” Bellamy told him with a nod, “What do you want?”

“Will you keep your uniform on? Tonight, when we’re fucking, keep it on. Please?” He felt a bit embarrassed asking, but he wanted it, and Bellamy had been clear he could ask for things.

Bellamy smirked at him and ran a hand under his shirt and up his side, bringing the fabric up with it. “Is it that much of a turn on?” he asked, moving his leg between Murphy’s and slowly grinding it against the front of his pants.

“Yes,” Murphy nearly whined as Bellamy moved his leg against him, causing Murphy to rut against his thigh.

Bellamy chuckled and pressed another kiss to Murphy’s neck, gently scraping his teeth against the skin and causing Murphy to shiver. “Okay, but only if I get to cuff you.”

Murphy felt himself harden at the thought, Bellamy’s actions not helping him in the slightest. He took a shaky breath as Bellamy’s hand brushed across his chest and nodded, “Please do.”

“You sure you’re okay with the marks they might leave?” Bellamy wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything that would cause Murphy problems in his personal life. He didn’t want to do that, he liked Murphy too much to jeopardize their relationship.

“I bought cover up, I’m good. It worked on the marks on my neck, so I’m sure it’ll work on anything. If not, then fuck it. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to that bitch.” Murphy wasn’t bitter or anything. His relationship was his business and nobody else’s.

“Alright,” Bellamy nodded, pulling away from Murphy.

Murphy let out a quite whine at the loss of contact that made Bellamy smirk again. God, Murphy was too easy. It turned him on like nothing else ever had, how reactive and needy he was.

“We need to eat first, though. Do you want me to cook or would you rather stop somewhere?” Bellamy asked.

Murphy sighed, unhappy that it would take that much longer before he could have Bellamy’s hands on him. “I don’t care. Whatever’s easiest for you.”

“We should eat somewhere,” Bellamy decided. “I’m not sure I could keep my hands to myself long enough to cook, because the second I get you home, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. If that’s alright?”

He didn’t want to fuck him too roughly if he had something important to do tomorrow.

“Fuck,” Murphy groaned quietly, wanting to reach out and pull Bellamy close again. He couldn’t put into words how much he wanted that. “Yeah, that’s good. I don’t work tomorrow, so that’s fine.”

“Good,” Bellamy smiled. “I don’t work tomorrow, either. I’m off Tuesdays and Wednesdays.”

“Same, actually.” That was a coincidence Murphy could live with. It meant he’d have more chances to be with Bellamy.

Bellamy was a little too pleased by that. He stepped to the side and grabbed for the door handle, opening it for Murphy.

“Such a gentleman,” Murphy laughed as he got in.

“I try to be,” Bellamy shrugged. He walked around the car and got in, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, well, as long as you don’t bring that kind of shit into the bedroom, I’m fine.”

“I’d never dream of it,” Bellamy chuckled.

They drove to a small diner, an out of the way place that Bellamy assured Murphy was good, but Murphy doubted him. How good could a place be if it looked like it had popped out of the fifties, tacky décor and all.

They found a seat near the back, secluded enough that no one would bother them save for the waitstaff. A brightly dressed waitress came over to them, handing them menus and cheerfully telling them she’d be right back with their drink order. Murphy wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that level of happiness and he was pretty sure it was forced, but he shrugged it off, turning his attention to the menu.

It was standard diner food, nothing out of the ordinary, so he began to really doubt Bellamy’s promise of quality. But, it couldn’t be much worse than Richards’ cooking, so he wouldn’t complain. Much.

“So, any plans for college?” Bellamy asked, curious. He wanted to know how long he was going to have Murphy around.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” The whole thing stressed him out to no end. “It’s all bullshit.”

Bellamy nodded, dropping the subject. “Anything you do want to talk about?”

“Exactly how strict are you with that criminal rule? Because there’s a protest next week that might turn violent, considering the cops and their escalation tactics, so like, if I get arrested just for being there, does that count as criminal activity?” Murphy asked.

“If it gets you arrested, it’s criminal activity.” That being said, he wasn’t sure how strict he could be on that, because now that he had Murphy, he would have a hell of a time giving him up. Still, it was a principle thing and he couldn’t just give up his morals so easily, not even for Murphy.

“But if I don’t do anything, if I’m just caught in the crowd and they throw me in the back of a cop car, what then?” Murphy had had that happen before. Several times.

“If you can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that you did nothing, I’ll consider it. But if there’s even a little bit of evidence to the contrary, then that’s the end of it.”

“But they’ll lie like they always do.”

“Murphy,” Bellamy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “is it really that important that you’re there? If you know there’s a chance of you getting arrested, is it worth going? You’re eighteen now, you could get in serious trouble. Your hearing hasn’t even come up yet and you’re already thinking about getting arrested again? Do you just not care what happens to you?”

“Not particularly,” Murphy shrugged. If it meant he could help change the world for the better, he didn’t care what happened to him. In the grand scheme of things, his life was one of millions, easily replaced. The only thing that really mattered in life was what you did when you had the chance to do it, and if he wasted his chance by sitting on the sidelines because he was afraid of the consequences of taking on oppressors, then he wasn’t worthy of the punk label he so proudly represented.

“Well, you should,” Bellamy said, frowning. How could Murphy just not care? He could end up on probation and getting a job would be hard as hell, if he didn’t just end up in prison altogether. “What are you going to do if you go to jail?”

“They can’t jail me for being at a protest. Not if I haven’t actually done anything. I’d love to see them try to spin that.” They probably could spin it, actually, especially with his record, but he didn’t care about that. He couldn’t. If he let himself be too afraid to challenge the system then he became no better than the rest of the people who sat at home and pretended the world wasn’t falling down around them. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t let himself become so afraid he became complacent, jaded, even. He had to fight. Otherwise there was no point in life. You worked for a corporation that barely paid minimum wage and never got to retire and you spent your whole life living paycheck to paycheck and hating it and then you died. What was the point? Murphy couldn’t let that happen to him. He had to keep fighting to change the world, even if it meant putting himself in a position to be arrested. Prison was better than complacency.

“What about your future? Do you even care?”

“Yes.” Of course he did. He was going to go to college to be a doctor and save lives. He was going to get a political science minor and run for public office one day. He was going to change the world. But he couldn’t just wait until he graduated to do it. He had to start now. He had to show the people that he’d fought for them every step of the way so that they’d believe him when he said he’d continue to do so. He couldn’t just give up because Bellamy didn’t want him getting arrested. Yeah, the sex was great, but he had a world to change, people to protect, and he couldn’t just roll over and die because Bellamy had a hardon for the system.

“Then don’t you want to protect it?” Bellamy was beyond frustrated with Murphy. He needed to realize what he had to lose. Smashing cop cars wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

“I want to protect people more.” That was it. It was that simple. Murphy came second to his cause.

Bellamy opened his mouth to say something, but their waitress came back at that moment with their drinks. She sat them down and pulled out a pen and order pad. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll have an omelet with peppers, onions, ham, and cheese. Hash browns on the side,” Bellamy told her with a polite smile that Murphy could tell was forced.

Murphy sighed, frustrated by Bellamy’s inability to understand. He shrugged and handed his menu over. He hadn’t really looked at it, but he knew enough about diners to know what to order. “A cheeseburger and fries, extra pickles and add jalapenos, please.”

“It’ll be right out,” she smiled and turned away.

As soon as she was gone, Bellamy frowned at Murphy again, “You can’t protect them if you’re in a jail cell.”

“You don’t get it, Bell. I’m not going to do anything stupid, alright? I’m just out there, holding a sign and shouting chants. I’m just showing up, like everyone else, to show that their decisions won’t go unchallenged. That people care. Because I do, I really, really do. I’ve spent my whole life being shit on, being powerless, I know what it’s like. There are so many things that hurt the world, that hurt innocent people, and I’m not going to sit back and watch the world burn because I’m scared of cops. I can’t. I have power, Bellamy. We all do. And I’m going to use it to help fix the system that told me I was worthless all my life. I told you I wouldn’t do anything illegal anymore, I promised you that, and I meant it, but I’m not just going to stay home while my people march in the streets to change policies that hurt us all. I can’t do that.” Murphy couldn’t just let those policies go unchallenged. He needed to show up. He needed to march. To be part of something. To feel like he was making a difference, no matter how small.

“I didn’t say you had to stay home, I just said-” Bellamy cut off with a sigh. “Look, I get it, it means a lot to you, but you have to be careful. You can’t get arrested, alright? If you’ve done nothing wrong, that’s fine, but if they try to take you in, anyway, then you’ve got to find a way out of it.”

“Are you telling me to fight back?” That would be shocking, to say the least.

“I’m telling you not to be a dumbass. Stay away from the cops. March but don’t provoke them. And if they try to take you in for nothing…” Bellamy bit his lip, looking pained.

“What? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“The cops couldn’t catch you for over half the shit you were suspected of doing, right?”

“Yeah, because I’m smart. And fast.” What did that matter?”

“Then use that. Don’t get arrested for something you didn’t do.”

“So, what, I just run away?”

“Get lost in the crowd, don’t be close enough to them that they could catch you.”

“But my place is at the front, keeping others safe. The cops start shit, we’re the fight back.” It was what they did. They kept others from getting hurt. Him and his friends and all the other people like them.

“Fucking Christ, Murphy. I’m trying to tell you to fucking run and you just can’t listen,” Bellamy snapped.

“Run? Isn’t that illegal?”

“Technically. Just, look, you can’t get yourself thrown in jail for things you didn’t do. I’m not going to tell you to resist arrest, I’m just going to tell you that if shit breaks out, get out of there. You don’t have to be the first line of defense or whatever bullshit that is, okay? You’re an adult now, you could get in serious trouble. If you land in jail, what are you going to do? Who can you protect?”

Murphy sighed and rubbed his eyes, “I get it, okay? Run and hide.”

“No, Murphy. Run and stay safe. I know these guys better than you do. I know what they’re trained to do and what they’re really going to do. Can you just try to keep yourself from getting arrested?” Bellamy asked. “Please?”

Murphy rolled his eyes but nodded, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

“You just don’t want me causing trouble.”

“Yes, there’s that, but mainly I want you out of jail.”

“What’s it matter?”

Bellamy frowned for a second, but then he smirked, “Well, for one, I can’t fuck you if you’re in jail.”

Okay, well, there was that. “Fine.” He would do his best to stay out of the cops’ way, but he wasn’t about to stay home. No more smashing cop cars he could handle, but there were some things he wasn’t giving up.

“Good, pretty boy,” Bellamy said, brushing his leg against Murphy’s under the table. “Now we’ll see how well you can behave tonight.”

Murphy just smirked.

._-*-_.

Being in a car with Bellamy was torture, Murphy had decided. Ever since they’d left the diner, Bellamy had had one hand on the wheel and the other slowly sliding up Murphy’s thigh, so by the time he had finally gotten to his dick, Murphy had been squirming and close to begging Bellamy to just pull over and get on with it, but he’d decided that having Bellamy’s hand on his dick was even worse.

He kept rubbing him and teasing him through his pants and halfway through the drive he’d ordered Murphy to unzip them so now all that lay between Murphy’s dick and Bellamy’s hand was the thin cotton of his boxers and he’d nearly died when Bellamy had felt the wet patch from where his precum had leaked into the fabric and laughed and said, “You’re so easy, baby. So eager. You’re hard already and I haven’t even properly touched you.”

Murphy had felt his cheeks heat up and he was thankful it was winter, so it was already dark out and Bellamy couldn’t see his embarrassment, no doubt he would have had a comment about that, too, and Murphy wasn’t sure he would have been able to live with Bellamy teasing him anymore than he already did. Bellamy had squeezed him, hard enough to be a little bit painful, and Murphy had let out a whimper that he was sure told him just how desperate he was getting because Bellamy had assured him they were almost there.

By the time they made it into Bellamy’s driveway, Murphy was almost desperate to the point of begging, though he hadn’t quite gotten there, wanting to save what little bit of his dignity he could. He was bucking into Bellamy’s hand and letting out quiet moans that Bellamy reveled in, loving how quick Murphy was to get hard and ready for him. He was like a horny teenager, which was probably because he was one, but Bellamy loved it.

It took Bellamy removing his hand, drawing a whine from Murphy, for him to realize they had arrived. Murphy sighed in relief. Finally, Bellamy would quit teasing and fuck him. Which was good, because Murphy had been close to coming in his pants and he wasn’t sure he would have been able to live with himself had he done that.

Murphy stood as patiently as he could while Bellamy unlocked his house before he was ushered in. The second the door closed behind them, he pressed himself up against Bellamy who wasted no time in kissing him, rough and hard, biting down on his lip and making Murphy gasp quietly. Bellamy used the opening to shove his tongue past Murphy’s lips, brushing it against Murphy’s before wrapping it around Murphy’s tongue and sucking it into his own mouth for a moment before pulling back for a second and then kissing him again, tangling his hand in Murphy’s hair and pulling hard enough to make the younger boy moan. As soon as Murphy began grinding his hips into Bellamy’s, he pulled back, smirking at Murphy and shaking his head.

“Go to the room. Strip, kneel by the bed, and wait for me. Don’t you dare touch yourself or I’ll tie you down and fuck you without letting you come, understand me?” Bellamy ordered.

Murphy nodded and reluctantly let go of Bellamy so he could head off to do as he was told.

He stripped and set his clothes next to one of the chests before kneeling by the bed, his eyes wandering over the racks of toys and he swallowed hard, wishing Bellamy would use one on him, but Bellamy had made it clear he wasn’t going to do that any time soon, he wanted Murphy to get used to things, first, and Murphy was okay with that, but he desperately wanted to feel what it was like to have them used on him. He could just imagine the sting of a crop on his thighs and he grew impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath and looked to the door, wondering where the hell Bellamy was. It felt like he’d been waiting forever. Bellamy seemed to be taking his time just to torture him. But finally, after what felt like ages, Bellamy came in. He was pleased to see that Bellamy still had his full uniform on, belt and everything, though he was a little disappointed to see his gun wasn’t in his holster. That was probably what had taken him so long. Murphy let out a quiet sigh of relief when he walked over, glad they were finally going to get started.

Bellamy stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of Murphy, hard and dripping precum and trying so very hard not to touch himself, his hands curled into fists at his sides. It was quite the sight to behold. Bellamy reached out to brush his hand against Murphy’s cheek and down his jawline, Murphy leaning into the touch.

“Please,” Murphy whispered, desperate for Bellamy to do something, anything.

“Hands behind your back,” Bellamy ordered, his voice rough and demanding and Murphy swallowed hard.

He fought the urge to beg Bellamy to just fuck him already, because as much as he liked this, he was too desperate for it to go on for very long, but he knew it would be no use, so instead he smirked and asked, “Am I under arrest, officer?”

Bellamy just glared at him and ordered again, “Hands behind your fucking back.”

Murphy bit back a retort and complied, biting his lip as Bellamy came around behind him and leaned down, fastening his cuffs around Murphy’s wrists, the cool metal contrasting with his heated skin.

Murphy pulled on them, checking to see how much give he had, but there was none. The cuffs weren’t like the restraints on the bed, he couldn’t do anything in them. They weren’t too tight on his wrists, but they were tight enough he couldn’t slip them if he tried. “Gonna read me my rights? Or do I have none?” Murphy snarked.

He felt Bellamy’s hand against the back of his neck. Slowly, Bellamy slid it across his skin so that it was around his throat and Murphy’s breath hitched.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Bellamy stated, tightening his grip just a little bit, not enough to cut off Murphy’s air, but enough for Murphy’s pulse to quicken.

“That’s not going to happen,” Murphy said, trying to keep up the act of defiance even though all he wanted to do was obey so that Bellamy would fuck him faster.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law,” Bellamy continued, letting go of Murphy’s throat and coming to stand in front of him again.

“Can I say your name?” Murphy smirked.

He felt the sting across his cheek before he could process what was happening. He looked up at Bellamy, eyes wide, no words coming to mind as Bellamy pulled his hand away. He hadn’t expected to be slapped, it turned him on even more, sending a wave of heat to his dick.

“Bellamy,” Murphy moaned.

“Don’t sass me, bitch. I’m not in the mood for your shit,” Bellamy told him.

“And yet, the shit continues,” Murphy muttered.

The next slap didn’t catch him as off guard, but it stung even more. Bellamy looked down at him with raised eyebrows, “You sure you want to keep sassing me?”

“I mean, it’s kind of my general reaction to being under arrest. I can’t really help it,” Murphy shrugged with a grin.

“Well, you better fucking knock it off,” Bellamy warned. “Now, you have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one-”

“I most definitely can’t,” Murphy said with a snort. “Guess I’m stuck with a shitty public defender. You know, I don’t know why they’re called defenders, honestly. They don’t do jack shit to defend anything but their bullshit careers.”

Bellamy frowned and glared at Murphy, “You want to shut up?”

“Not really. Though, if it’s going to be used against me, I might as well say something worthwhile. How about-” He cut off as Bellamy hit him again, this time the slap leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. Murphy took a second to recover before managing out a weak, “That’s police brutality.”

“I said shut the fuck up,” Bellamy demanded. “Now if you’ll let me finish? If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I’ve just read to you?”

“I don’t know, might want to start over again,” Murphy shrugged. His face still stung, but by this point he was just trying to see how far he could push Bellamy.

“Do you understand, Murphy?” Bellamy asked once more, giving Murphy a look that demanded obedience and made Murphy swallow hard.

“I understand, officer.”

“With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” Bellamy finished.

“Yeah, sure. You’ve got jack shit on me, anyway. What exactly am I being arrested for anyway?” Murphy asked, raising an eyebrow. His arms ached a little bit from the position the were in, so he took a second to move them a bit, giving his muscles a break before adjusting them so they rested more comfortably.

“I don’t know yet,” Bellamy smirked. “But I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“You’re gonna frame me or something? Typical cop.”

“Watch your mouth, bitch. If I were you, I’d be trying to figure out a way out of this,” Bellamy told him, running his thumb across Murphy’s lips. He was quite pleased with the mark left behind on his cheek, but he was a little wary of slapping Murphy again, at least, not that hard, even though he seemed to enjoy it.

“I thought propositioning a cop was illegal?” Murphy smirked up at him. “But if that’s what you want me to do, Officer Blake.”

Bellamy groaned quietly, the way Murphy had said his name had gone straight to his cock, which was already straining against his pants. “I could think of a few things you could do, if you’re willing.”

“Oh, I’m quite willing,” Murphy assured him, licking his lips. “So, why don’t you just get on with it? Because these cuffs are uncomfortable.”

“Too tight for the brat?” Bellamy snorted, but the look he gave Murphy was tinged with concern.

“Could be tighter, actually. I could probably slip them if I tried hard enough. I won’t though, cause it looks like you’re quite turned on by the sight of me all tied up,” Murphy teased, letting Bellamy know he was fine. “Get to it then, I haven’t got all night.”

Bellamy shook his head, but unzipped his pants, pulling himself out and stroking his erection a few times. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use, like the whore we both know you are?”

Murphy grinned as Bellamy stepped closer. He was a little off balance, but he did his best to keep steady as he began to lick at the base of Bellamy’s cock, slowly making his way to the tip, Bellamy groaning softly and resting his hand on Murphy’s head. Murphy sucked on the tip for a moment before pulling off to lick at him again, running his tongue across the nerves on the underside of it and making Bellamy have to fight to keep his hips still. He teased him for a while, licking a stripe from base to tip before going back to licking at the base. He kept it up until Bellamy grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked, the sharp pain causing Murphy to hiss and look up at him.

“Enough fucking teasing,” Bellamy growled at him, his tone a warning. Why Murphy thought it was funny to tease him, he didn’t know. One day he was just going to grab his hair and fuck his mouth to teach him a lesson.

Murphy nodded and took him into his mouth, running his tongue along it as he took him down before bobbing his head, taking him further into his mouth each time, drawing quiet gasps and ‘oh, fucks’ from Bellamy as he did so. He took Bellamy as far down as he could, his cock brushing the back of Murphy’s throat as he swallowed around him, Bellamy’s hips jerking just a little bit, causing Murphy to smirk and hum around him as he pulled back off, sucking as hard as he could.

Bellamy’s fist was still tangled in Murphy’s hair and he pulled on it, making Murphy moan around him. “Look at me, Murphy.”

Murphy did so, looking up at Bellamy through his lashes as he took him down again. He sped up his pace, Bellamy’s grip tightening on his hair as his hips stuttered.

He let Murphy continue for a couple moments longer before shoving him off, panting. He took a breath and collected himself before looking down at Murphy, “God, you’re good at that.”

“I aim to please,” Murphy grinned.

“You’re such a fucking slut, you now that? My slut, though,” Bellamy said, reaching out to stroke the side of Murphy’s face.

“Your slut,” Murphy agreed, leaning into the touch. He wanted to be Bellamy’s slut. He wanted to suck him off, wanted Bellamy to fuck him, hard and rough and raw to the point where he couldn’t walk in the morning. He told Bellamy so, practically begging him to.

Bellamy hummed and nodded, pulling his hand away and grabbing Murphy’s arm, forcing him to stand up but holding an arm protectively around him until he caught his balance.

Once Murphy was upright and stable, Bellamy grabbed his hips and pulled him close, kissing him roughly. He ground his hips into Murphy’s, their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction driving Murphy wild as he moaned into the kiss.

Bellamy backed him towards the bed, breaking the kiss once he was close enough and shoving him back onto it. Murphy winced as the cuffs dug into his wrists but when Bellamy paused, looking at him in concern, he shook his head.

“I’m good. Get on with it, please,” he begged.

Bellamy nodded and grabbed the lube out of the drawer next to the bed along with a condom before helping Murphy get onto the bed so that he could rest between his legs. He wasted no time in slicking up his fingers and shoving two inside of Murphy, who let out a loud keen at the feeling, the slight pain causing precum to drip from his cock onto his stomach.

“Bell, please, I need you,” he whined desperately.

Bellamy just chuckled and thrust his fingers into him, scissoring them and stretching him quickly. He added a third finger, preparing Murphy roughly, without any of the finesse he’d had the last time, which Murphy was glad for because he really doubted he could stand it much longer without Bellamy inside of him.

Bellamy thrust his fingers inside of him, crooking them just right so he hit Murphy’s prostate and it didn’t take long for Murphy to be mewling and writhing beneath him, the cuffs digging into his wrists, the pain turning him on more than he’d thought possible.

“Bell, please- Oh, fuck, please!” he pleaded, bucking down onto Bellamy’s fingers.

“Please what? What do you want me to do?” Bellamy asked, twisting his fingers and making Murphy let out a loud moan.

“Want you to fuck me. Want you to fuck me hard and rough until I'm screaming your name. Want you to use me like the slut that I am,” Murphy panted, bucking his hips and trying to get more, he needed more.

“And you're such a good little slut, aren't you?” Bellamy smirked, pulling his hand away.

Murphy nodded wildly, “Yeah, yes. Just, fuck- Please!”

Bellamy tore open the condom packet and rolled it on before coating himself in lube. He lined himself up and entered Murphy slowly, holding his hips still so he couldn’t buck down and force Bellamy to go faster. He liked teasing Murphy, he got off on it. Murphy made the sexiest sounds when he was desperate and the way his voice got high pitched and needy never failed to turn Bellamy on.

Once Bellamy was fully inside Murphy, his grip on his hips tightened and he began to thrust into him slowly, making Murphy whine.

“Bell, please. Please, I can’t- More, please!” he sobbed, letting his head drop back onto the bed and bucking his hips down, trying to get Bellamy to move faster.

“What a greedy little whore,” Bellamy chuckled, speeding up to an almost punishing pace, Murphy letting out a string of curses followed by a loud keen that Bellamy reveled in. “You look so pretty like this, taking my cock like a good little slut, just begging me to fuck you harder. I can, if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

Murphy nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Tell me, Murphy,” Bellamy prompted.

“Fuck,” Murphy moaned out, trying to form proper words. “Ye-yeah, please. Bell, please!”

Bellamy grinned and sped up, thrusting harder and setting a brutal pace that had Murphy pulling on the cuffs as he fought against them, trying to grab on to something, preferably Bellamy. There was no way either of them was going to last long like this, not at this pace, but Bellamy was going to drag it out as long as he could. He couldn’t help the groans that fell from his lips as he fucked in to Murphy, hard and rough, just like Murphy had wanted.

He gripped Murphy’s hips so tight it was painful, and Murphy couldn’t get enough. The pain from his grip and the cuffs had him on the edge and he was just trying to hold on, not wanting it to be over so soon.

Murphy bit his lip to keep from screaming, but Bellamy shook his head, biting back a moan so that he could speak.

“Don’t do that, Murphy. I want to hear you,” he ordered, his pace becoming more erratic as he felt himself losing control. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself, but it was no use. Between how good it felt to be inside Murphy and the faces he was making, he couldn’t hold on long, no matter how hard he tried.

“Fuck, Bellamy!” Murphy screamed before his voice gave way to broken moans and half formed curses so loud he was sure, basement or not, someone was going to hear, but he didn’t care. He let out a choked sob as he begged, his words broken as he tried to speak, “Bell, oh, fuck! Bellamy, p-please! Can I, God, can I come, s-sir? Please?”

Bellamy let out another groan before saying, “God, look at you, you little whore. So needy and desperate. Bet you could come just like this, without me even having to touch you, couldn’t you?” As much as he wanted to drag it out longer and see how much he could make Murphy beg before he turned into a pleading, sobbing mess, he couldn’t. He was already on the edge and there was no coming back from it, but he wanted to make Murphy come first.

“Y-yes!” Murphy screamed, gripping the sheets underneath him like it would somehow give him a little more control over himself. “Please, B-Bell!”

“Then do it. Come for me, Murphy,” Bellamy told him.

As soon as he heard the words, Murphy let go of the control he was fighting for and let his orgasm wash over him, painting his stomach and Bellamy’s shirt with cum, a scream of “Bellamy!” tearing from his throat.

Bellamy followed behind a few seconds later, spilling into Murphy with a moan of his own. He fucked him through it, until Murphy was squirming beneath him and letting out quiet whimpers. He slowed his pace to a stop and loosened his grip on Murphy’s hips, rubbing soothing circles on his skin as they came down.

Once he’d caught his breath, he climbed off the bed, tied off the condom, and tucked himself away. He helped Murphy sit up and dug the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the cuffs and gently pulling them off, wincing when he saw Murphy’s wrists. “Christ, kid, you’re not supposed to fight them. You okay?”

Murphy let out a breathy laugh and shrugged as he stretched his arms, trying to get the feeling back into them. Once he had, he brought his hands in front of him and checked his wrists over, shrugging at the damage. The skin was read and raw, and there was a little bit of blood, but he’d actually had worse wounds from cuffs before, so he wasn’t too worried. They’d heal up enough to cover the marks by the time he had to go back to work, so it didn’t matter. “I’m fine, Bell.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll ask you again in a minute, once you really start to feel the pain,” Bellamy sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t use the cuffs on Murphy.

Murphy saw his face and shook his head, “Come on, it’s fine. I promise, I’m alright. If I hadn’t been, I would have said something, okay?”

“Yeah, well, I think we’ll stick to the fuzzy ones from now on,” Bellamy joked before pressing a kiss to Murphy’s forehead. “Less damage.”

“Fuck the fuzzy ones,” Murphy snorted, blissed out as he began to ramble. “This isn’t damage. You should have seen my wrists after my fourth time being arrested. The bastard kept me cuffed in the back of his car for an hour and a half and I hadn’t learned how to pick cuffs yet, so I just fought against them, trying to slip out of them. I actually got halfway out before realizing I’d have to dislocate my thumbs to get the rest of the way out.”

“So, you decided to leave them on?” Bellamy hoped that what he’d done, but from what he knew about Murphy-

“Nope. But the bastard came back before I could pop the second one out of place, so I still had one cuff on. Then I had to spend another five hours with him in the ER. I hope the bastard had to do a shitload of paperwork for it,” Murphy grumbled.

“You’re a dumbass,” Bellamy sighed. “Cute, yeah, but a dumbass.”

“Yeah, well, you try being cuffed in the back of a car in the middle of June. It’s not fun,” Murphy huffed, crossing his arms.

“You file a report?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it went were all the other reports go. Right in the trash.”

Bellamy frowned. He wanted to tell Murphy that wasn’t the case, but he was probably right. Instead he just grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, gave one to Murphy, and told him to stay while he walked towards the bathroom, opening his own as he went.

Murphy set his own bottle to the side and ran his hands over the places on his hips where Bellamy’s hands had been moments before, feeling the bruises starting to form. He smiled to himself as he settled into the pillows, ghosting his fingers over his skin.

Bellamy returned with a washcloth, his shirt missing, and cleaned him up, pressing another kiss to his forehead and telling him he did good. He kissed Murphy, soft and sweet, with nothing behind it and Murphy wanted to melt into it. Bellamy smiled at him when he pulled away. “So good, pretty boy.”

He climbed into the bed and pulled Murphy to his chest, Murphy relaxing against him. “Drink, Murphy,” he ordered, handing him the bottle he’d forgotten about.

Murphy did as he was told, draining half the bottle before setting it down, and turning his head so he could press a kiss to Bellamy’s jaw. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Murphy,” Bellamy smiled at him. “You’re going to hate me in the morning, though.”

“I doubt it,” Murphy sighed, letting himself come down. He could feel the sting in his cheek and the pain in his wrists now, but he didn’t want to move. He absently started to rub at them, though, and Bellamy noticed.

“Want me to take care of that? It might help the pain,” Bellamy offered.

“I don’t want to move,” Murphy whined.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. Then we can lay here as long as you want,” he promised. “Sit up.”

Murphy reluctantly sat up so Bellamy could move. It didn’t take him long to grab the first aid kit and the rest of the things he needed and return.

“Okay, look at me. Cheek first, it’s faster,” Bellamy said, pouring a bit of lotion into his hand.

“Same stuff from the club?”

“Yeah. Did it help last time?”

Murphy nodded and let Bellamy spread it across his cheek, the red mark still easily visible.

“It’ll go away by tomorrow, I don’t think it’ll bruise. Sorry, I should have been more careful.”

“Bell,” Murphy let out an exasperated sigh. “You didn’t hurt me. I liked it. Stop getting all guilt ridden and shit, it’s gross.”

Bellamy snorted and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, forgive me for caring.”

“Not a chance. I’m good at holding grudges.”

“I’ll bet. Now your wrists.”

“You’re not gonna actually put bandages on them, are you?” Murphy asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Yes. You can take them off in the morning, but they’re going to itch while they heal, especially with this stuff on them, and I don’t need you scratching them in your sleep and making them worse. Deal with it,” Bellamy told him, giving him a stern look.

“What a fucking mother hen. You know, you’re like some kind of Jekyll and Hyde monster. One second you’re all rough and demanding and then you’re all mushy and gross, honestly, I’m getting whiplash,” Murphy teased as Bellamy rubbed antibiotic cream on his wrists.

“It’s called aftercare, smartass. Did you miss that during your research?” Bellamy jabbed back.

“No, I just didn’t think it sounded any fun. I was right.”

“Well, it’s necessary, cause I’d rather be a mother hen than a bad dom,” Bellamy said, wrapping bandages around Murphy’s wrists.

“You’re doing that wrong,” Murphy muttered.

“What?” Bellamy wrinkled his brow. “Doing what wrong?”

“The bandages. They need to be tighter and then you can just tuck this part in right here and then it tape it and it stays. The way you did it, it would have slid off my wrist halfway through the night,” Murphy said, showing Bellamy how to do it.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows at him, “I’m trained in first aid-”

“Yeah, so am I. That’s how it’s done. Were you trained by an actual doctor or another cop?”

“A cop who’s been doing it for years.”

“How many years? Because things change. And besides, this is just more efficient,” Murphy shrugged.

Bellamy snorted and shook his head, “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

“Damn right we will,” Murphy huffed. “Now, get your ass back up here.”

“You know, the whole cuddling thing is part of the aftercare you hate so much,” Bellamy laughed.

“I don’t care,” Murphy said, stubbornly as Bellamy settled back in behind him.

“So, you’re pleased with the sex but not my medical skills or the aftercare,” Bellamy said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around Murphy.

Murphy relaxed and let Bellamy hold hi, feeling safe. “Yeah, well, I like being called a slut, I don’t like being babied.”

“I’m not babying you. I’m taking care of you. It’s different,” Bellamy explained.

“Feels the same,” Murphy grumbled.

Bellamy just shook his head. “So, you like being called a slut, then?”

“Yeah, I do. I don't think I should, I should probably hate it, you know? That’s what normal people do. But I love it and I feel weird because of it,” Murphy admitted quietly. He’d known he liked being degraded, but he hadn’t realized how much until someone actually did it. He wasn’t sure that was normal. Then again, not much about him was normal, so he supposed it was just part of the deal. It did bother him a little bit, though.

“If you like it, then you like it. You don't have to justify it, not to me or anyone else,” Bellamy told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

Murphy nodded, “So, you're okay with me liking it?”

Bellamy laughed, “Of course, I am. I wouldn’t do it if I was going to be upset by you liking it. You’re supposed to like what I do, that’s the point. If there's ever anything you don't like, though, let me know. And if there's anything you want that we aren't doing, just say so. This is as much for you as it is me, okay?”

“Okay,” Murphy yawned, closing his eyes.

“Sleepy?” Bellamy asked, smiling down at Murphy.

“Mhm,” Murphy nodded, burying his face in Bellamy’s neck. He just wanted a couple hours of rest. Maybe Bellamy would let him nap here before he had to get dressed. That would be nice.

“Do you want me to drive you home? Or would you rather stay the night?” Bellamy would prefer if he stayed the night, that way he could make sure he was alright in the morning, but he wasn’t going to push it.

Murphy thought about it for a second before sighing, “Kinda wanna stay.”

Bellamy smiled, “My bed or the guest room?”

“Yours? If that’s okay.” Murphy liked being held by Bellamy, he imagined sleeping next to him would be even better.

“Of course, it is, baby,” Bellamy told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

They laid like that for a while, until Murphy fell asleep on Bellamy’s chest and Bellamy carried him up to bed, Murphy waking up for only a moment before Bellamy pulled him close again and told him to go back to sleep. Generally, aftercare didn’t last nearly that long, not with casual relationships, but Bellamy was going to use it as an excuse not to have to think about why he felt so protective of the boy in his arms. He’d deal with that some other day.

Next Chapter ->

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Sweet, like Candy.

Summary: Reader is a stripper who takes no shit and is trying to make an easy buck, Frank is a good looking and broody murderer on the run. You do the math. 

Inspired by the request from @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories:

“Hey! I’m here for Frank Castle. 😁 could you do an imagine where you are trying to tease him/flirt and he’s trying to stay his normal grumpy but can’t help but smiling and giving witty flirts back?”

Warnings: stripper!reader, strong swearing, slight fluff, sexual content, quite a big age gap between the reader and Frank

“Hey asshole!” 

*yn* turned around on her make up chair (ok it was actually an empty beer crate but a girl can pretend) to see Adrienne storming angrily towards her.

“Addy nice to see you, your nose job looks good.” *yn* complimented before turning back to the cracked mirror to keep applying her mascara. “How’d you afford it? You finally give some sugar to your sugar daddy?” 

“Cut the shit, slut. You totally stole my shift! You know I work Friday nights.” Adrienne snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she stared daggers at the back of *yn*’s head.

“Oh is it Friday?” She answered innocently, fighting the urge to smirk as Adrienne let out a loud huff. 

“Fuck up, you totally know it is.” She growled causing *yn* to let out a small sigh as she screwed the cap of her mascara back on and turned back to Adrienne.

“Ok fine I knew it was your shift, but I need the extra cash and you know that! That insipid landlord hiked up the rent this month and I’m drastically low. Plus you rocked up late so I thought you weren’t coming.”

“You know you’re the only stripper I’ve ever met that uses big words like ‘insipid’.” Adrienne answered. “That’s why I need the money Addy, so I can finally go to uni and actually study.”

Adrienne let out a small sigh as she eyed *yn*’s innocent puppy dog eyes that she’d perfected. “Fine, how bout you work the stage for one half and then the floor? Then it’s fair.” She compromised.

“Thank you Addy.” *yn* grinned, hugging her friend tightly around the middle. 

“You’re lucky I love you slut.” Adrienne shook her head affectionately. “Ok also what did you do to your tits? They look fucking massive.”

“Boob contouring, looked it up on youtube.” *yn* stated proudly as she admired her chest. “That’s my little stripper, I’ve taught you well.” She cooed as *yn* began to apply her lipstick. 

“*yn*? Adrienne? Only one of you are meant to be working tonight.” The two girls looked over to see the owner of the strip joint (also the only gay strip club owner *yn*’d ever met) standing at the door.

“*yn* needs the shift Freddie, we’re sharing.” Adrienne answered, shooting him a pleading look.

“Those assholes hike up the rent again?” Freddie asked, leaning against the door as he glanced at *yn*. “Mhmm.” She nodded. 

He eyed her for a few moments before letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, you two share and cause I’m in a good mood, *yn* I’ll let you charge double what you usually do for lap dances ‘right?” He spoke which made *yn* jump up and squeeze her boss tightly as she squealed. 

 “But only for tonight.” He reminded her as she hugged him. “Thank you Freddie, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get on out there.” He answered despite the faint smile twitching up onto his lips. 

“Break a leg honey.” Adrienne smiled as *yn* gave herself one last once over in the small mirror. “And break a few guys’ budgets while you’re at it.”

“Don’t I always?” *yn* grinned.

“A hundred in tips? Don’t mind if I do.” *yn* mumbled to herself as she thumbed the dollar bills in her fingers before stuffing the thick wad into the side of one of her thigh high boots. The audience had been extra generous tonight and not too sleazy, Friday nights were always the clubs best night though mainly because it was usually filled with college guys all egging each other on. 

“Great show tonight sweetheart, I swear you get more flexible every time I see ya!” A voice calls out and *yn* glances up to see Daryl, one of the clubs regulars, seated near the stage. 

“Always so sweet to me.” She fake gasped. “I’d give you a kiss if you weren’t on crack Daryl.” 

“I’d go sober just for you darlin’!” He shouted back which made her giggle and shake her head as she strolled through the club. 

Her eyes scanned every inch of the place as she tried to find her next victim. Loud shouts of approval from near the stage caused her to glance over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes and shook her head when she saw that the ruckus was due to the fact that Adrienne had just completely taken her top off. The things that girl did for money. 

Letting out a small sigh, *yn* returned to her search but to no avail. Unfortunately, most of the customers were either entranced by the show or they had one of the other girls on their laps. Pausing, she pulled a stick of gum hidden in her boot, discarding the wrapper as she popped it into her mouth. 

She came to a halt when her eyes locked on a man in a booth with his back to her. She straightened her back and made her way towards him, coming to a stop at the head of the booth. If he had noticed her, he didn’t show it as he continued to read the newspaper in front of him. She tilted her head slightly to get a better look at his face from under the baseball cap. He looked reasonably attractive enough, she decided. 

“You interested in a lap dance mister?” 

Her voice made his eyes cease scanning the reading material but only for a few moments before he continued reading. “Not tonight.” He dismissed which made her roll her eyes.

“You know the show’s the other way.” She continued, gesturing to the poles behind him, not that there was any point as he was yet to look up. 

“I ain’t here for the show.” He replied gruffly. 

“So if you aren’t here for a lap dance or for the strip show, then what the hell are you here for?” She questioned as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“You guys have a free buffet don’t ya?” He answered without missing a beat.

“I wouldn’t bother. There’s a reason it’s free.” *yn* replied, shivering at the memory of the one time she’d tried the food here.

“Food’s food.” He shrugged which made her let out an impatient sigh. *yn* glanced around the now thinning crowd knowing that this guy was the only shot she had at making any more money tonight. She’d always made a promise to herself that she’d never go further then stripping but… this guy didn’t seem too bad, if it was a one time thing maybe it wouldn’t matter.

“Listen.” She began as she placed a hand on the back of his seat and leaned dangerously close to him. “I don’t usually do this but I’ll make an exception for you.” She continued as she leant in close to his ear as seductively as possible. “If you want anything more than a dance… it’s yours. If you’ve got the money of course.” 

These words were finally what it took for the stranger to jerk his head up and actually look at her. Her eyes widened slightly as she stared back at his bloodied and bruised face and she instantly knew who he was. And he knew it too. 

He studied her face briefly and unable to control himself his eyes wandered down further, past her abdomen which was only concealed by a revealing lingerie set, all the way down to her thigh high boots. He looked back up at her face which now had a smirk placed on it as she chewed her gum. Tilting her head to the side, she batted her lashes at him alluringly as she waited for his answer.

Much to her annoyance, he said nothing and simply turned back to the paper in front of him. “If you didn’t get the gist, I’m trying to whore myself out to you right now.” 

“Yeah, I got that sweetheart.” He answered and she swore she detected a hint of amusement as he spoke. 

Deciding that she wasn’t going to give up, *yn* slid into the seat opposite him. He looked up at her questioningly as she leant back and propped both of her boot clad feet on the table and began to blow a large bubble.

“You ain’t gonna leave me alone are ya?” He asked her. Instead of verbally responding she simply raised a brow and popped her bubble loudly. 

“I know who you are.” 

“Is that so?” He asked, looking up at her as he pushed his newspaper to the side which caused her to smirk.

She’d got him hooked. 

“The big, bad punisher. Cops have been lookin’ for you for over two years.” She grinned. 

“You gonna turn me in or somethin’?” He queried, staring at her intently and she couldn’t ignore the way her body shivered as his husky voice washed over her. 

“Now, why would I do that?” She asked as she took her feet off the table and leant forward. “Dunno, you tell me.” 

“I wouldn’t turn you in cause I appreciate what you do for this city.” She explained as she leaned over the table so her lips were only centimetres from his. Taken aback, Frank simply swallowed and clenched his jaw as he eyed her curiously. 

“You know I’ve been a pretty bad girl recently, you’re more then welcome to ‘punish’ me whenever you see fit.” She murmured seductively, ensuring that her lips brushed over the shell of his ear.

“Those lines usually work?” He asked in an attempt to remain stoic, but the way his voice wavered slightly and the way he inhaled sharply let *yn* know that she’d had an effect on him. 

“Don’t have to use ‘em, normally just one look at me is enough.” *yn* replied as she moved back to her side of the booth. A chuckle fell from his lips as he glanced to his left before adjusting his cap and a smile of achievement graced itself onto her features. 

“Frank, Frank Castle.” He introduced himself. 

“Candy.” *yn* answered which caused him to raise a disbelieving brow. “Ok it’s actually *yn* *yln* but that doesn’t sound very stripper like does it?” 

“No I suppose not.” He answered, a small smile still on his lips.

“So, what brings a man on the run to a strip club?” She asked curiously to which he shrugged nonchalantly. “Figured most people here’d be too distracted to notice me.”

“Guess you were wrong.” She stated matter-of-factly which caused him to chuckle lightly at her bluntness. “Guess I was ma’am.” He echoed as he eyed her features. 

“Ma’am?“ She echoed in amusement. 

“No one’s ever called you ma’am before?”

“I get called a lot of things here, ma’am is definitely not one of them. But don’t let that stop you, the whole military man thing is a total turn on.” She winked. 

He scoffed and shook his head slightly as he observed her curiously. Never had Frank encountered someone quite like her. Someone who was able to go from full on sultry to sarcastic in the space of a breath. Sure Maria was seductive but she was originally shy and innocent, this was - well this was something completely different.

“Tell me, when was the last time you got laid?” 

The blunt question made him snap out of his thoughts, as he stared at her wide eyed. “What?” She asked incredulously as he continued to stare at her speechlessly. “It’s a fair enough question, but you don’t have to answer I already know what it is.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that sweetheart?”

“Too long.” She smirked, clearly proud of her smooth answer. “But seriously, I can tell, you’re all tense and on edge and I could tell you practically combusted at the sight of a woman in lingerie. If that doesn’t scream sexually deprived, I don’t know what does.”

For once, Frank was completely flabbergasted as he looked at the woman before him. Firstly, who did she think she was to ask him when he’d last had sex? And secondly, was it really that obvious? However, Frank never got to reply as loud voices erupted from the entrance of the club. 

The second the front door opened, his instincts kicked in and his thoughts instantly vanished as he fixed his gaze on the men entering the club. *yn* followed his gaze to the clearly intoxicated group of older men, some at least fifty, as they stumbled into the club.

“Well I’d love to stay and talk, but as they say in the navy - duty calls.” She joked as she shuffled out of the booth to stand up. 

“You ain’t seriously goin’ over there?” Frank queried her in disbelief as he continued to study the sleazy men. 

“They’re regulars, it’s fine.” She dismissed with a shrug as she began to adjust her hair. 

He opened his mouth to protest further but shut it as he clenched his fists. It was none of his business, this was her job, he told himself as the men began to shout at her to come over. 

“Was nice meeting you Frank.” She grinned flirtatiously before leaning over and planting a kiss to his unshaven cheek causing the smell of her peppermint gum to invade his senses. “My offer still stands, if you’re interested don’t hesitate to stop by.” *yn* murmured before pulling away to stand at her full hight.

“And ask for Candy.” She reminded him as she began to walk towards the customers. He kept his mouth shut as he watched her twist around although he was itching to say something, he had no idea what, but he wanted to say something, anything. 

“So you must be sweet like candy, right?” He heard himself say gruffly before he could stop himself. 

Jesus christ, what the fuck was he thinking?

The sound of his gravelly voice made her pause briefly and twist around, a dazzling smile spread across her lips as she looked at him.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it Castle.” She winked before turning away and vanishing into a corner with one of the men in the group.

 Are strip clubs even open at three in the afternoon? 

That was Frank’s first question. 

Jesus, what the fuck am I doing back here? 

That was his second as he stared at the strip club he’d only been in a week ago. Never go to a place more than once if necessary, that was his game plan in order to stay hidden from the government. Yet, here he was. Why? Even Frank didn’t know the answer. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. 

Sucking in a breath, he began walking towards the closed door. He pushed the door open carefully, surprised to feel it swinging open with ease. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside the club surprised to see it in the daylight. Somehow, the bright light made it look even more rundown and cheap as the light revealed the cracks in the walls and the cobwebs in the corner. 

“Hey, you know we don’t open till five right?” A voice called out and Frank looked up to see a middle aged man behind the bar. “Just leave him Freddie, he’s probably tryna get the best spot.” A woman teased from the stage before continuing to sweep the glitter off the floor. 

Frank swallowed and shoved his hands into his pockets as he glanced around the small space. What was he thinking? Why would *yn* be here at three in the afternoon on a Friday?

He was just about to turn on his heels and run when his eyes fell on a figure seated in a booth situated in the back corner. Narrowing his eyes, he walked closer to see that it was a young woman scribbling in a notebook. 

The closer he got the more familiar she looked, it was only when he was right in front of her that he realised who it was. The sound of his footsteps made her look up from her book, her wide eyes framed by glasses locking with his. 

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.” She smirked as she intently watched Frank slide into the seat opposite her. 

“Was in the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by.” He spoke, blatantly lying through his teeth and by the way her brow quirked up - he knew that she didn’t believe him.

“Mmhmm.” She hummed as she glanced back down at the textbook in front of her. 

He took that time to study her from head to toe to appreciate just how different she looked to the last time he saw her. Her body was completely covered this time in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her hair was scraped up into a messy bun and her face was completely makeup free which was a huge contrast to her false eyelashes and overdrawn red lips. Even the way she talked was different, she sounded so much more… sophisticated? Was that the word? Maybe she thought her customers liked dumb girls more. 

“I’m actually glad you came Castle, I could use a good distraction.” She winked as she closed her textbook and pushed it away from her. Glancing down at the now closed book, his eyes widened when he read the cover to see it was a university law textbook. 

“Fucking hell, how old are you?” 

“Any age you want me to be.” She winked flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh when Frank simply glared at her, clearly not in the mood to flirt back.

“Relax officer, I’m twenty three.”

“Twenty three? Jesus chri-, you’re a kid!” He hissed which caused her brow to crease in annoyance. “Excuse me, this is all woman thank you very much.” She scoffed, clearly offended as she gestured to her body. 

He let out a deep sigh as he rubbed a hand across his stubble ridden face stressfully. Jesus, he could practically hear Maria laughing at him from up above. Of course the only woman he’d found himself attracted to since his wife passed would be a twenty three year old stripper with no filter and no shame. Looking up from the table he saw *yn* staring at him with her brow raised questioningly as she waited for him to answer. 

“So you’re studying law?” He asked, deciding to move on from the topic of age. 

“Well I’m not exactly studying just yet, have you seen how expensive university fees are nowadays? A friend of mine just lends me her old books so I can be ready for when I finally go.” 

“You’re clearly smart enough to be at university, so what’s a girl like you doin’ working in a dump like this?” He queried which made her laugh and cross her arms in front of her chest.

“Most places aren’t exactly eager to hire a convicted thief.” 

“Thief huh? What exactly did you steal?” 

“If I tell you do you promise to handcuff me?” She smirked cheekily.

“*yn*.” He grumbled, clearly not interested in playing into her game. “Fine.” She sighed, the smile dropping from her face as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. 

“Parents died when I was 15 and I wasn’t willing to go into foster care and get separated from my little sister so I had to drop outta school and work in order to keep up the rent. You know how dodgy Hell’s Kitchen is so when paying for my sisters school stuff grew too much, a couple of ‘friends’ convinced me to help ‘em rob a service station. Clearly it didn’t go too well.” She chuckled bitterly, shaking her head before continuing. 

“I couldn’t find a job and I grew desperate so my friend Adrienne introduced me to Freddie.” She spoke, nodding her head to the man behind the bar. “He was willing to take me on and gave me good hours so I’ve been working here ever since. But then one day a handsome stranger came in wearing an old baseball cap and leather jacket, at first we didn’t get along but then he showed me that stripping isn’t my only option and my world changed forever.” She cooed. 

Frank rolled his eyes at her cheesy words which made her chuckle. “Was any o’ that shit true or were you just bullshitting me?” He questioned to which she just shrugged.

“My parents live with my sister upstate, I just ran away from home when I was 15 cause they’re assholes. The rest of it is true though.” She smiled but the way the forced grin didn’t reach her eyes told Frank that she was telling the truth.

“And if it wasn’t for my dickhead landlord I’d be at uni now but he keeps hiking up my rent.” She grumbled in annoyance. 

“Sounds like a shitbag.” Frank commented which made her giggle. “Yeah, he’s definitely a shitbag.” She laughed in agreement which made Frank smile softly.

“*yn*! You’re on in half an hour, you should probably get ready yeah?” Freddie shouted, interrupting their conversation.

Frank watched as the happiness drained from *yn*’s face and her lips emitted a tired sigh. “Duty calls, thanks for stopping by though Frank.” She smiled sadly before collecting her textbooks in her arms and offering him a two fingers solute.

“Anytime ma’am.” He answered once she was out of earshot, sending her a stiff nod as he watched her disappear behind the stage.

He let out a small sigh as he glanced around the club, an idea forming in his head as he did so. Without another second to overthink his plan, he rose to his feet and exited the club knowing exactly what he was going to do. 

That night *yn* was walking home from work, a jumper wrapped tightly around her body as the night air nipped at her skin. She let out a tired huff as she turned the last corner before reaching her apartment block. Her headphones were in but the music was only a dull hum in the background so she could still hear everything that was going on around her just incase someone tried to sneak up behind her.

Chewing her gum, she made the long descent up the stairs (the elevator was broken - again) until she finally reached her apartment door. Unlocking it and pushing it open, she dumped her bag on the floor the second she got inside and shut the door behind her. 

Running a hand through her hair she wandered over to the small fridge and opened it as her hunger gnawed at her stomach. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” She grumbled when she saw that all she had in her fridge was a week old thai takeaway box and a half eaten apple. 

Thai it was. Letting out another huff she grabbed the container and put it on the counter hoping it wouldn’t give her food poisoning as she looked around for a half clean fork. As she searched she froze when her eyes landed on a small package on the countertop. 

Hesitantly she reached forward and grabbed it in her hand to see that newspapers had been used as the wrapping paper and that there was a note stuck to the top of it. Pulling the note off, she unfolded it to see writing scrawled on it.

Thought this’d help you out. Figured you’d need it more then me. Don’t bother tryna give it back cause I won’t take it. That’s a promise.

Sweet dreams Candy (get it?)

- the big bad punisher.

P.S, find a better place to hide your key then under the doormat. Who knows what kind of shitbags will wander into your home.

Curiously, *yn* hastily placed the note on the kitchen top and ripped open the wrapping paper. 

“Holy mother fucking fuck.” She gasped, her eyes watering in disbelief as she looked at what was in front of her.

A stack of crisp paper bills neatly placed in a pile.

Shakily, she began to thumb the thick wad of cash in her hand to see that they were all hundred dollar bills. She had no idea how much money she was holding in her hand right now but she did know two things.

1. It was more than she’d ever made in her entire stripping career.

2. It was enough to pay for university and her rent probably for the rest of her life. 

 “So he just gave you the money?”

“And you didn’t fuck him?”

“Not that I’d mind, but nup.”

“Suck him off?”

“Nuh uh.”

“You didn’t even give him a lap dance?”

“For the last time Addy, no!” *yn* exclaimed as she let out a giggle at her best friends pestering. 

“Forgive me for being just a tad shocked at how the hell you managed to get a sugar daddy to pay for your tuition without doin’ anything for him in return.”

“One he isn’t my sugar daddy and two if I see him again I’m going to give him the money back. He doesn’t even know me and god knows how he got his hands on it in the first place.” 

Her words made Adrienne give her a disbelieving look. “If you were going to give the money back you wouldn’t be quitting on my ass!” 

“Ok, well I’m going to take some. Just enough to get me into uni but that’s it.” *yn* defended herself. 

“I still can’t believe you’re quitting.” Adrienne sighed as her face fell at the thought of her best friend leaving. “C’mon Addy, me leaving isn’t going to change anything. You’re still gonna be my best friend.” *yn* smiled.

“You promise you won’t go all posh university girl on my ass?” Adrienne queried which made *yn* laugh. “I promise, I always have been and always will be your little slut.” She spoke which made Adrienne giggle as *yn* pulled her into a tight hug. 

“We’re all gonna miss you kid.” Frankie spoke up which caused the two friends to pull apart as the rest of the girls who worked at the club let out a chorus of agreement.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too, so much.” *yn* admitted as she looked around the room at everyone. Somehow, these people had ended up being her own little dysfunctional family and she wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“What do you say you do one last performance tonight with me? You don’t have to work the floor, I know you hate that.” Adrienne asked her.

*yn*’s first instinct was to say no but the pleading eyes Adrienne shot her and the shouts of encouragement from her friends made her waver. 

“Please? Just for old times sake.” Adrienne begged.

“Sure.” *yn* sighed slightly. “Why not?” 

Humming a soft tune to herself *yn* walked up the stairs to her apartment. She grinned as her eyes wondered over the numerous cards that her now ex-colleagues had given her as a parting gift. Rubbing her eyes to remove any sleep she stopped at her door and stuffed the cards into her bag.

Opening the door with her foot, she dumped the bag on the coffee table and then unhooked her headphones from her ears and placed her phone on the kitchen bench as she wondered further into the apartment. Still singing under her breath *yn* opened the fridge and grabbed the open carton of orange juice. 

Standing under the dim light, she unscrewed the lid and began to drink straight from the container. 

“So much for moving the key from under the doormat.” 

The unexpected and deep voice made her spit out her orange juice into the sink. Her heart hammered in her chest as she jerked her head towards the conjoined living room to see none other than Frank Castle seated in the sole chair. 

“Jesu- fucking hell Frank you nearly gave me a heart attack.” She snapped as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Lucky it’s just me then.” He spoke as *yn* ran a hand stressfully through her hair as she tried to slow her now frantic heartbeat. She sucked in a breath and tried to regain her composure as he stood up and took a few steps towards her. 

“What the hell are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you.” She spoke, making sure to add a wink so he knew he hadn’t rattled her completely.

“There I was thinkin’ you’d lost your touch.” He spoke sarcastically at her reply. 

“Why’d you go to the club today?” 

“I went to quit, actually.” She replied, ignoring the fact that he somehow knew where she’d been today. 

“Really? Cause the way you were dancin’ up on that stage didn’t really look like you were quitting.” He continued which made a small smile twitch up onto her lips. “You saw me dancing huh? What’d ya think?” She asked cheekily as she took a few steps closer to him. 

“Not half bad.” He shrugged as he failed to conceal a tiny smile playing on his lips. 

“I really did quit, just went up there for one last time.” She murmured to him. “Thank you, by the way.” She continued and she could tell he was caught off guard by her uncharacteristically sincere tone.

“For what?” He asked her which made her scoff as she stepped forward once more. This was the first time the two had been standing chest to chest and the first time she’d realised just how tall he was as he towered over her. 

“Cut the shit Frank. I know it was you.” She insisted which caused him to shrug nonchalantly.

“I swear sweetheart I don’t know what-”

Frank never got to finish that sentence, instead his words were cut off by *yn* stepping forward and placing her lips on his. Taken off guard, he instinctively stiffened under her touch. The feeling of another woman’s lips on his besides Maria’s was extremely foreign to him. *yn* didn’t seem to mind that he didn’t kiss her back as she pulled away, a smirk playing on her full lips.

“I’m serious Frank, thank you, you have no idea what you’ve done for me.” 

“It’s nothin’ really ma’am.” He shrugged, clearly embarrassed by her compliments. 

“Seeing as I am so… grateful, my offer still stands… a private show and all.” She bit her lip as her fingers hooked into the loopholes of his jeans and she tugged him closer to her, the mood in the room instantly shifting. “Free of charge of course.”

“Free? How generous of you.” He smirked which made her laugh. “What can I say? I’m a real stand up citizen.” 

“Yeah, I can see that.” He muttered, biting down on his bottom lip lightly as he eyed her up and down, feeling the pent up lust slowly eroding his self-control. 

“I’d say it’s a one time offer, but I’d rather it not be.” She confessed as a look of pure vulnerability briefly flashed across her features.

“Well what kind o’ military man would I be if I turned down such an offer?” He answered as his hands moved to settle themselves on her hips. Her face lit up at his response which caused his heart to race at an unfamiliar pace. 

And this time when *yn* leant up to kiss him, he was ready. 

YAY my first Frank imagine hehe!!! I am super happy with this fic and hope you guys all really like it too! <3 xx As always, positive feedback is greatly appreciated which you can give back HERE! :)