#crimeboss au

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Crimeboss Markus au

Do you know how long I've been thinking about this au

They have been running around each other in circles for ages, and Markus absolutely loves it. Normally, he hates it when the police get too close, but he can't get enough from Connor. Connor absolutely hates it. He knows Markus is guilty, but he can't do anything about without evidence.

They have spent hours in the interrogation room together, and Markus loves seeing Connor slowly lose his calm, even if he himself has to be careful to not fall for his tricks. He's good, but Markus has played this game longer.

It's almost become like a routine for the two of them now, Markus flirts openly and shamelessly with the cute detective when he's at the station, and it took him a while to notice that Connor would sometimes flirt back, although his tactics are a lot more subtle.  

And if Connor pushed him against the wall outside the DPD once and kissed him harshly, well, nobody needs to know that.

(And I also have had this idea for so long that at one point Connor gets kidnapped by another gang for some reason, and when Markus finds out he goes there to rescue him. He kills everyone there to get Connor out, because nobody gets to touch his detective. Cue Connor recovering at his mansion and lots of fluff and angst and yes)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Pawn AU Sun and Moon: We haven’t seen or heard from our older brother in years, but that’s fine bc he’s a huge asshole anyway

Pawn AU Eclipse, showing up five years later with no milk, blatantly flirting with their crush: :3c uwu

Sun and Moon: 🙃🔪🔪🔪🙃🙃🙃🔪🙃🙃

no one:

absolutely utterly no one:

Pawn AU Eclipse:

[cindarslair]

Mister the Crime boss AU

so imagine a world where the Za Lord's guard is formed earlier, where Harry decided to invited Toot-Toot over for pizza, they are talking and then the Dread Beast himself appears, Harry stops Mister from pouncing on Toot-Toot, by bribing him. Explains to Toot that he lives in the apartment at Mister's sufferance (the usual cat owner talk) and the evening goes well

A week or so later Harry sends Bob out with Mister for some reason. Toot seeing this pauses to talk. There is an accord that is reached. Za Lord's guard will aid Mister in the holding and controlling of his realm, in return Mister will not hunt those that bear his badge, and he will lend them the services of his Wizard, if they provide the cash, Harry will order pizza for them with a small tax of sorts, he gets one pizza slice and a bottle of coke for his efforts. (Mister knows that Harry will share with him)

Anyways that is how the Dread Beast's gang started, local pixies mug mobsters that try and ply their trade in Mister's territory and then go to Harry to get pizza with the money, other wee folk ether join Mister's gang or are hunted. The local pets ether stay indoors or follow his directive.

Mister enjoys being lord of his domain, he expand it when he feels like hunting and there is nothing left to hunt.

Harry has noticed that Murphy looks at him weirdly for the last couple of months when they see each other. But other then a "If you where with the mob you would tell me right?" She doesn't say anything.

Then Tommy Tomm and Jennifer Stanton die and Harry is called in. Then Marcone picks him up for a conversation and accuses him of being the "Dread Beast". Harry wonder's why the mob boss is accusing him of a being Mister and b killing Tommy Tomm. They soul gaze and generally things happen like in the book for the most part.

Harry only has a chance to think about being accused of being Mister while he's in the hospital, then he has questions. He gets home and asks Toot-Toot. Toot answers.

Harry then goes gets drunk, finds Murphy and tells her "You know when you told me to tell you if I was part of the mob? Turns out my cat is a mob boss."

As Murphy looks at a drunk Harry he goes on "Did I fail as a pet owner? Why would Mister decide to become a mob boss? Are there signs I should have scene?"

[kafkasugarmama]

I may be a bit high right now butttttt! A cool CrocSan AU

Crocodile needs a body guard/personal assistant. Someone that isn't as big and bulky like Daz or Super flashy like Bon Clay. In comes an assassin for hire Vins*oke Sanji! Sanji having to protect the big crimeboss, that totally has a thing for the spitfire blonde.

[wheatisstillwheat]

to keep me honest - here's a WIP that I'm hoping to post TOMORROW!!!

a One Shot CrimeBoss AU! -- hands down, I'm too proud -- inspired by @inklessletter's INSANE fanart that has been living in my brain rent free for 2 months.

so here's a sneak peek:

Eddie Munson. 

Munson owns The Underdark, and Hellfire, and Speak(easy) Friend, as well as who knows how many other holdings around the city. But even Steve knew he must have his hand in damn near everything. 

They called him The Puppet Master, but godsforbid it was anywhere within his earshot. The man could pull and pluck strings like nobody’s business. And it was just that — nobody’s business. Munson worked hard to keep it that way.

Steve could appreciate that a nom de plume, even a cool one, didn’t exactly vibe with working in the dark. Can’t be a shadow if you have a fucking stage name.

But everything about this place spoke to the kind of man Munson was - a man of means. The lush colors: deep plum and peacock blue infused the velvet curtain lining seemingly every upholstered surface, fuchsia and deep gold brocade accenting every tucked away corner. The jewel tones complemented the art deco design as did the sumptuous marble and gleaming mirrored bar tops spanning the center of the large open room.

And somehow juxtaposing insanely and yet perfectly was the purple neon pulsing above said bar lauding The Underdark’s unofficial motto- “you can certainly try.”

Combine it all with the electric guitar, sultry bass, and steady rock beats bumping through the place and you had quite the potent cocktail. The whole thing somehow gave the air of being an eclectic dive bar that a rave was ready to break out at any moment and a private, secluded little getaway where you wouldn’t be spotted, noted, or bothered. 

[xullianspamnoham]

mafiafell brainrot..

but with dream..

BABY dream..

I remembering reading a fic a couple months ago where Nightmare was a retired mafia boss and he adopted the mtt as his kids

what if, ,

hear me out..

Baby Dream gets left in mafiafell (the au) and then Sans adopts him because who said I can't imagine my favorite characters loving each other platonically ..

HED BE A LITTLE CRIMEBOSS BABY

He would be so pampered he would have EVERYTHINGGG. He cries and bam. Icecream. A pilow. Blanket. All at once. All the right flavor, softness, and color. Mafia would NEVERR let him out of his sights unless it was with papyrus. Kissing you and your brain

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; All AU I came up so far.

Magical girl (rise)

Werewolf splint, Leo, Mikey, vampire raph and Donnie (rise

2007 mall au

2012 turtles meet Shan and stay life in both Japan and ny

2012 dead au

2012 crimeboss uncle shredder

Rise Leo trap in Krang dimension

Foot!leo, IDW!donnie, Image!turtles, ronin!mickey, post rottmnt moive!leo, mutant!2003!donnie, and mutant!rise!raph get together and therapy

Heart out of his chest rise donnie

03, 07, 12 tmnt creepypasta and homestuck fans

Witch au

Disabled Au

Neko/cat breed au

12 and Rise God au

Rise Elements creature au

If anyone has questions about any of the au, let me know :)

[blushingzephyr]

are any other succession characters in your detective au? like, what’s shiv doing in this au?

quick disclaimer: i know nothing about detectives, especially in the US. i am sort of basing it around the show Shakespeare and Hathaway private investigators? if anyone wants to inform me about hierachies and ranks they would be welcome!

Shiv:

i think shiv would also be a private investigator/detective. she would be newly qualified or NEARLY qualified and keeps messing up in the test by being too impulsive or something?like how in the show she’s new to the company and the concept of being CEO and just moved from the world of politics.

either she is actually loyal to the roy company, but she keeps trying to do things in a different way and go off on her own,

OR she’s constantly being a double agent between kendall and roy’s agency and other detective agencies (e.g mattson?) like giving the roys fake evidence to mess up the investigation. OR both? at different points.

Tom:

yeah hes helping as another detective too, like lower ranks maybe but still qualified. he does lots of asking around houses and driving around. he takes greg with him because he gets lonely to use him as a human shield in case a bullet flies at his face.

Greg:

considering the Roys would still be rich, they can afford to get some clerks or whatever to get them coffee bc i KNOW they would not be able to survive without help.

he helps Tom, and im toying with this idea that Tom gets Greg to do an errand while they’re on a case, and then Greg gets kidnapped and held hostage.

Connor:

someone in the tags of a reblog said that he’s the IT guy and i think thats such a good idea but i lost who said it. so if you said this, 👍! ( if i find it i’ll put you here: @sleek-lazy-cats-8-the-cotter)

i also think that as well as being really bad at IT and barely being able to work a word document, there’s this ONE time that he gets a piece of information that is crucial to the case and he ALWAYS brings it up.

Logan:

100% a crime boss. That man hires hitmen for fun. everytime he crops up in a case, they debate whether to prove his guilt (because it would skyrocket their reputation and get them more money) or cover for him because he’s their father and he continues to play mindtricks.

how did they become detectives with a crimeboss as a father in the first place? beats me.

Gerri:

kinda giving criminal girlboss. like that woman stabs people. also roman gets to be conflicted about her if shes immoral.

Kendall and Roman:

i said shiv might try and do things differently, and i also think that kendall and roman do that too. none of them work together well for more than a couple days. lol. they do attempt it.

Kendall covers up his crime/murder/thing and i have an idea that he jumps in a river to chase a criminal and like. somethin something water motif somethin something.

Roman tries his hardest to be smooth with criminals and chat them up in order to get them to talk but he ends up just like. forgetting he exists and messing it up. also he constantly jibes kendall about drugs bc they crop up in cases a lot.

thats it so far. feel free to add anything if you want, and if anyone wants to write fanfic with this idea, they’d be welcome to! i would read them.

[bcdwclves]

@houseshouseofsmut said: Something something Kali whoring in the streets because she likes sex, getting hired by Raven, and a night turns into a lifetime of cumdrunk living or something - 🏠

to be honest, that would give me enough reason to dust off my Gangster / Crimeboss AU for Raven, because what crime boss wouldn't need arm candy and a cockwarmer? besides, getting the best working girl off the street and into her lap as her personal pet would be her mission, tbh.

[puppetmaster13u]

Ohoho, now there's an idea. The warrior monarch and their beloved eldritch knight. And their adorable little children whom they love a lot <3

Danny is bemused about the crimeboss sick person who he wants to hug and give head pats. Jason is equally bemused and tries to follow the kid in proper bat-fashion. And in turn is followed by the rest of the bats who spotted him with the green glowy eyes of doom.

(The adopting Batman is in fact fanon & This au is literally called Guardian Spirits in the tags lol)

Personally I like to picture my version of Gotham (seeing as there's no canon version and the only canon city spirit we have is Angela (Las Angelas) A fellow shapeshifter whose probably the one teaching Robin, even if theirs is slower and more influenced by things that happen in the real world, this dimension or another while Robin is more picky in letting only the robins influence them.

Love the thought of the bats trying to question Danny (who seems not to exist legally so maybe it's a fake name?? But bloodwork also shows nothing- but oh fuck is that Lazarus Water in his blood-) and he's just "Can't, I'm a minor." Just to be a little shit. Just to be an asshole because they're being emotionally constipated and rude.

Boy are they surprised when a "Lazarus Portal" opens and what looks like an eldritch batman slinks through. And a little glowing Robin??? Danny is a little pouty because he didn't think he was taking that long to get back, and he'd just convinced Batblob to let him go off without him following! All that work, ruined.

Can't stop thinking about This prompt/au lol

I almost like to think that Clockwork kind of half-sent Danny to the ghost-world version of Gotham because he was struggling and is honestly just a kid and could use some guidance. And with how the Observants dislike him to the point of murder, CW sure couldn't keep him in Long Now. But Gotham? Now there's a place that not many go, thanks to curses running amok, a very dangerous City Spirit, and amalgamations of fallen Guardians and Rogues. It's chaotic, dangerous, and a hell of a shot, but the Bat could, and most probably would assist the newborn guardian. The living world and the infinite are intertwined after all, influenced by whatever realm it drifts closest to.

Thankfully Danny seems to be enjoying himself- he has a proper ghost friend now! And he's starting to be able to understand Batblob's cacophony of Silent-EverSilent-Gurgles-DistantWhispers-QuietScreamsSilence easier too without Robin translating. (His Ghost-Speak is getting so good :D) He wishes he could bring Sam & Tucker but it's a little too far into the ghost zone. And the ghosts and Vlad doesn't bother him here! (The last time he tried, unknown to Danny, the older halfa was met with a malicious swarm of teeth and maws ready to rip and tear and not lose another child again-) He's even gotten shown the exits to the living-world's Gotham. Robin likes to ramble about the new and different living-robins and about their friend who was also a robin and who disappeared one day and whose core they carry on their belt. Maybe he can help them find out what happened to him...

[rk1kinspiration]

Spy connor, crime boss Markus au part 2

To anyone else, Markus would look calm and completely unconcerned, sitting in the interrogation room as if he owns the place, despite his hands being cuffed to the table.  

Connor, however, can see the hidden fury in his posture, the controlled anger that has killed so many before, when Markus let it out. It shouldn't scare him, he did his job and brought Markus in, he doesn't have to live a lie anymore. Yet, looking at the man now, through the glass of the interrogation room, Connor can't help but shiver slightly, knowing he'll still have to face the crime boss.

He sighs, steeling himself and forcing his face into an emotionless mask before pushing the door open to face Markus. The crime boss doesn't acknowledge him yet but keeps staring at his hand as he plucks at his nails, almost looking bored. Connor takes the opportunity to walk inside and take a seat at the table, placing down his files.

“Mr. Manfred,” He begins, grateful his voice doesn’t shake. “I take it I don't have to explain to you why you're here?”

Please make this easy for me, Connor thinks. Because despite all the evidence he gathered, there will still be a trial, which could take months, years, even. If Markus would just confess, Connor can be done with this, go home and never think about Markus Manfred again.

But, when has things ever been easy with Markus?

Markus smiles, gently placing his cuffed hands on the table as he finally looks up to Connor. “I'm afraid I don't, Detective Stern.” Connor resist the urge to frown, hearing Markus speak out his real name, not the fake he used while undercover, is... unsettling. “Why don't you enlighten me?”

There's something else, in Markus’ voice, that unsettles Connor. Not wanting to focus on that now, Connor focusses on the facts instead. “Mr. Manfred, you're under arrest on the charges of aggravated assault, kidnapping, first degree murder, bribery, robbery, extortion, theft, fraud... need I go on?”

Markus shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “I have nowhere to be.”

“Mr. Manfred, you and I both know you are guilty of all you're accused of.” Connor forces himself to keep looking into those special eyes, even if they harden and his smile falters. “If you cooperate, this will be easier for everyone involved, the judges might show leniency as well. You know there's no way out of this, not this time.”

“Oh detective, I think you and I also both know that that's not quite true, don’t you?”

“Your network is being dismantled as we speak, we are rounding up your henchmen one by one, there's nothing you can do now.” Connor remains impassive as he delivers the news, even though he knows the words must hurt Markus. The people Markus worked with were like family to him. Despite his ruthless actions, Markus would watch the world burn before letting those close to him get hurt. But Connor ignores that, ignores the good in Markus, the reasoning behind his actions, the moments where Markus’ crimes made sense, and hardens his voice. “It's over.”  

“If you say so, Connor," Markus casually folds his hands, face hard as he stares Connor down. “But I think you truly believe that. Then again...” His eyes glide over Connor, making him feel naked and vulnerable. “You've always had a habit of lying to yourself.”

“You don’t know me.” Connor weakly defends, wanting to get out of here, away from Markus’ piercing gaze.

Markus scoffs, nodding slightly. “I suppose I don't.” He turns his head, looking at the mirror. “I'm done here, send me my lawyer, if you could be so kind.”  

Connor sighs and stands up. “As you wish.” He grabs his papers, ignoring the way his heart hammers in his chest and turns to walk towards the door. He almost makes it out of the room before Markus stops him.

“You know,” His smooth voice makes him stop, almost as if Markus pulled on a rope around his neck, preventing him for taking another step. “I've often wondered who was the most ruthless of my people.”

Connor turns back, waiting for Markus to continue. “I've always put my bets on North,” The older man stares at his hands once again as his fingers lazily track something on the table. “I've done worse than her, for sure, but that's because I hold her back. I believe that if I didn't, she would be a force of destruction not to reckoned with.”

His eyes flick up, meeting Connor's once again. “But I think recent developments have changed my opinion on that. You, Connor, are far more ruthless.”

The brunet lifts his chin, staring back. “I'm no murderer.”  

“No,” Markus agrees. “Not in the same way, I suppose. But murdering someone simply takes their live, does it not? You, however... you're far worse than that.”  

Now Connor realizes what that tone in Markus' voice is. Hurt. Connor has betrayed him, and he'd expected anger, rage, and fire. But Markus is hurt. Something inside Connor's chest breaks, and it takes everything not to break down and beg for forgiveness.  

“Did you take pleasure in it?” Markus questions as Connor remains silent. “All your speeches about trust and loyalty, I bet you enjoyed that, getting as close as you did, lying in everyone's face as they confined in you.” Even now, Markus carefully picks his words, Connor notices, careful not to say that can incriminate him more.

“I-” Connor wants to deny it, yell at Markus that he hated every minute of it, that he wishes things could be different, but he's too aware of the cameras and the mirror in the room, of all the watching eyes. “I was just doing my job.” It's an apology, he realizes as he says the words, a plea for understanding, however weak it is.

Markus smiles again, cold and hard, as he stares Connor down. “You tell yourself that. Have a good day, Detective.”

Taking the dismissal, Connor barley stops himself from bolting out of the door. As the lock closes behind him, he takes a moment to close his eyes and breathe, trying to calm down, wanting to erase Markus and his feelings from his mind and heart.

What has he gotten himself into?

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

does flower shop that pawn au reader owns have an official name?

Nop! But now that u mention it, I will b taking ideas!

Possible ones off the top of my head: Flower You Today?, Ablaze with Blooms, Garden on the Corner, Dazes of Daisies, The Flower Pot, Bundles of Buoquets, idk lmao I ain’t good at this shi so make up whatever u wanna it to b!

[thebloodychampion]

our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex. - From Shepard to Irius in the Crimelord/boss au thingy

Irius was different than the rest of them, being in Omega after so many years, things tend to get muddy. He remembered coming here since the shuttle to the citadel wasn’t leaving and he was fed up on waiting. So he came to Omega, and something changed within him. In the last years, he established himself as a crimeboss, he had no alliegance to the three major gangs, he didn’t want that.

When he heard about someone whiping them out and making him the well sole leader of the thugs on Omega, he was kind of happy. But he also captured the person who whiped out the other gangs. Now the small woman stood in front of him.

“You are smaller than I expected.”

[teatitty]

More Crimeboss AU thoughts, this time about weapons/fighting styles

Scathach: Proficient in hand-to-hand combat, mostly uses specialized whips with blades attached to the ends

Fergus: Heavy brawler

Medb: Not much of a fighter, but has many guns and throwing knives on her person. Knives are coated in poison

Fionn: Anything to do with poisons and venoms. Works as an apothecary when he’s not smuggling. Sells poison-coated knives to Medb

Diarmuid: Cane-sword, quick and efficient movements, also has a retractable bo-staff in his belt. Uses his feet and legs a lot

Cu Chulainn: Various proficient styles, but mostly relies on his fists, has two guns holstered at all times, with runes engraved on the barrels

[1000roughdrafts]

The (almost) Perfect Crime: Chapter Three

Warnings: language, alcoholism, violence (kind of) and threats of violence

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: This one is Dean’s POV, and as a reminder, this is an AU where Dean and Sam are not brothers, not related and don’t even really know each other that well. This was supposed to come out earlier today but I had a weird day and didn't schedule it I'm sorry

Masterlist

Chapter Two

Detective Dean Campbell parked his personal vehicle on the street a block down from the Golden Egg, just barely concealed behind a deteriorating fence. He glanced at his watch to note the time his subject entered the bar, and slouched back in the seat. He poured the remainder of his coffee into his mouth, scrunching his face as the undissolved sugar grates its way down his throat among the now cold brew. Clearing his throat, he glanced at his watch again, and then at the street as people came and went.

God, you stick out like a sore thumb, Dean, he thinks, sinking into the seat a little more. Figuring he had a little time before that scum of a man came back out anyway, he could use the distraction of flipping through the file he kept locked away until he was off the company dime.

The other detectives were sure he was off his rocker just for mentioning a distaste for Portland’s favorite lawyer, Sam Winchester. But those same assholes were on board when his hunch proved true about the judge that was accepting bribes. It wasn’t as high profile as a case like Sam’s would be, but damn, it really showed Dean that he just can’t trust anyone.

He’d been given an ultimatum by the director; he could either stand down, or step down. Except Dean’s never been one to let someone stand in the way of what’s right, no matter who they are or what power they hold. His investigation was just going to have to stay a secret until he’d gathered enough evidence to sway the DA into pursuing a case.

“Fuck,” he growled, slamming a hand on the steering wheel. His eyes were going cross-eyed combing through the same papers over and over as they looked for something, anything that would just jump out and help him solve this. He needed a break, badly, but anytime he took his eyes off the pictures and documents he could still see them like they were imprinted on the back of his eyelids.

A knock at the window startled him into dropping the papers into his lap. Looking through the window was Sam with a smug smile.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dean said, forcing all of his strength into opening the door to slam it against Sam.

Lazily holding his hands in the air, Sam laughed. “Easy officer,” he said. Pointing at the Impala with a tilted head, he added, “you tailing me now, Campbell?” With a cocked head.

Dean rolled his eyes and stepped out, “the world doesn’t revolve around you, Winchester. I thought I’d stop by for a drink,” he said with a poised smile.

“Really?” Sam scoffed, “kind of looks like you’ve been following me,” he said. Making a pouting face, he said, “you’re a cop, Dean-o, don’t embarrass yourself like this.”

“Detective,” he clarified, “and I’m off duty… as I said, getting a drink.”

Sam nodded his head with the words, “which makes what you’re doing a crime, detective,” he chuckled, “you realize that right?” He looked around at the now nearly vacant street, “out in the open and all.” His laugh deepened as he turned to walk away, but after a few steps, he turned to face Dean. “You know, I could teach you a thing or two about staying hidden,” he smirked, “off the record, I swear,” he said, palms held up with a smug grin.

It took nearly everything in Dean not to hit him right then. He clenched his teeth and spoke through them, “over my dead body, Winchester.”

Sam tilted his head and tsked, “now, careful what you wish for, Dean-o,” he said, turning again to walk away.

“Your girlfriend know what you’re really up to when you’re ‘working’?” Dean called out.

Whirling around, Sam glanced at the bar and then back at Dean through squinted eyes before marching towards him.

“That wouldn’t be a threat, now, would it?” He said through his teeth while jabbing a finger into Dean’s chest.

Dean held his head high, and shrugged. “I know that I would never hurt her,” he said, then sucked air in through his teeth, “but could the same be said for you?” He let the air out and shook his head, “well, I’m sure we’ll all just be a lot happier when you’re behind bars,” he said, and in a harsher tone, added, “where you belong.”

Sam laughed, mocking Dean, “you can’t even get one detective on your side, let alone the DA, but yeah, go ahead and try your luck. See what happens.”

Dean rolled his eyes and let Sam walk away. He was nearly shaking with anger from just the thought of yet another day where Sam walks free, but if he wanted to get anywhere in his investigation, he’d need to get some sleep and grub.

—

The last thing Dean expected was to see Y/N sitting at a table on the balcony of the Golden Egg. He sat in a booth near the doors to eat and could see her through the glass with a woman he didn’t recognize. Y/N’s hair was tied up and for a lot of the conversation, which he wasn’t able to hear, she had her eyebrows raised and she sat very close to the table. Her drink was almost untouched and her leg was bouncing rapidly.

It felt weird for him to be so close to her, especially after the interaction he’d just had with her boyfriend. He ate his burger quickly as he snuck glances at her. If it weren’t for her long sleeves, and pants he’d have scanned her skin for bruises or marks.

Pulling cash from his wallet, he chugged the drink as he stood up. He threw the cash onto the table as he set the glass down and looked at Y/N one last time before turning to leave.

As he walked out, he wondered what side Sam showed her. It was hard to imagine that Sam treated her well. As he’d been tracking him for a while, he was well aware that they’d been together for the better part of three years. Hell, they even live together, and he hoped for Y/N’s sake that Sam was a good actor, because he knew that Y/N didn’t deserve to be with a guy like him. Hell, no one deserved that.

He thought about her the entire way home. The idea that she was so close to danger while being none the wiser really worked his nerves. He decided at that moment that nothing would get in the way of him building a case against Sam.

Pulling the Impala into the parking lot of his apartment complex, Dean wondered if sleep would escape him again like it had been for months. He jogged to his apartment and went straight for the beer in his fridge. His shoes came off only second to popping the top off and taking a sip of his sleep aid. It had become part of his routine; work on the clock for ten hours, then off the clock for anywhere from five to seven hours, drink a few or maybe several beers, and sleep (or try to sleep) for four hours, and that was if he was lucky.

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That night, luck wasn’t on his side as he would get about two and a half hours, spending most of it tossing and turning.

Chapter Four

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Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know via a comment, like or reblog if you’re enjoying this so far! Feedback really helps to motivate me in writing more, good or constructive <3

[callme-adam-iguess]

-Now here's some chaos in the AAG+ Home bc they let Melvin and Willow visit- Melvin: Now remember Skykid, The bible never said anything about tax fraud! Skylar: Ummm... Ok! Willow: *Laughing her ass off in the background* Lougin: *About to kill himself* Oh my fucking god... Alex: And it didn't say anything about illegal substances! Ethen: Guys please stop...

"They're sadly not wrong"... Mark did you read the whole fuckinh Bible? -

"Guys, Stop. Your giving a bad example right now-"