He knew Los Santos better than most, and he reveled in it–the dirt, the unapologetic corruption, the scum of the earth all gathered together in a united thirst for blood and depravity. It was home.
And, listening to the laughs that echoed through his comms, he knew his crew felt the same way.
“Alright, assholes,” Geoff called, the sound of sirens intermixing with his call to attention. “Ten minutes before pickup; get what you can and get the fuck out.”
Michael verbalized his agreement, already zipping up his duffel bag full of money, when a voice rang out behind him.
“Michael, boi?” He turned, smiling when he caught sight of Gavin in the entrance to the vault, his own bag slung over his shoulder.
“Ready to get the fuck outta here?” He asked. He looked at his partner with confusion when Gavin merely grinned at him.
“Fancy a wager, boi? We got plenty of time.”
“Greatest number of cop kills wins?”
“Winner chooses how to celebrate tonight,” Gavin grinned, wagging his eyebrows beneath his golden glasses.
“Your ass is mine tonight, bitch,” Michael laughed, cocking his gun. “Count it down.”
“Go!” Gavin yelped, ignoring Michael’s spluttered cry of “Cheater!”
The next few minutes were a cacophony of bullets and screams, a symphony against the crescendo of police sirens wailing and helicopter blades whirling outside. Michael couldn’t suppress the manic grin that stretched across his face.
“Die, you bitch,” he snapped, unloading an entire clip into the corpse of a particularly troublesome officer of the law. “That’s nine!“
He paused behind a destroyed counter to reload his pistol, expertly exchanging one clip for another. He gasped when blood sprayed across the right side of his body, a cop’s corpse landing inches from him with a neat hole through the center of his head.
Michael turned from where he was crouched, pistol raised. Gavin smirked down at him, green eyes dark and glittering with adrenaline. He pulled Michael up and grabbed ahold of his jacket, pulling him flush against Gavin’s chest as Gavin kissed him.
“If you could see how you look right now,” Gavin muttered, placing aggressive, biting kisses all over Michael’s skin. Michael stuffed his pistol behind his back and pushed Gavin up against the wall, returning the favor.
Gavin broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist, pressing his lips to Michael’s nose, his cheeks, his lips. The mixture of adrenaline and lust pumped through Michael’s blood, spurring him to pushGavin further into the wall and bite Gavin’s lip, feeling a burst of pride at the sound the other man made. Suddenly, there was a movement behind him, and two shots went off right next to Michael’s ear. He startled badly, nearly falling to the floor.
Michael gawped, his head flitting back and forth between the two cops dead on the ground a foot next to him, and the smug Brit against the wall, spinning Michael’s gun around his finger.
“Hey, idiots! Pick up’s here! Get the fuck out, now!”
“Look’s like I win, Michael,” Gavin grinned, fixing his hair.
“You son of a bitch,” Michael whispered, absolutely dumbstruck by the turn of events. Gavin pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek, dancing out of the way when Michael growled and swiped at him.
“Don’t be like that, love! We still have to celebrate tonight!” He hefted his duffel back up, sending Michael a shit-eating grin.
“I fucking hate you, you know that?” He called after him, trying to be angry, but mostly coming off as fondly exasperated. Gavin blew him a kiss and ran outside.
Michael smiled, shaking his head. Yeah, Los Santos was definitely home.
It haunted your dreams. The last thing that Alex said to you. It’s been a month, but these dreams still haunt you.
You don’t know how he’s doing, if he’s taking care of himself. You wanted to write to him, you just didn’t know what to say. A half finished letter sat on your desk.
My dearest Alexander,
I am very sorry that I left without telling you. I’m even more sorry that I wasn’t able to help you that day before I left. I hope that you aren’t doing anything reckless, and that you are taking care of yourself. I care for you a whole lot, probably more than I should. I wish to see you again, to continue in our conversations, and our walks in the park.
Maybe I shouldn’t write this but I think you should know, Alexander, that…
And it stopped there. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t know the exact words. You could just be blunt, but you wanted to sound poetic. It was conflicting.
You loved him.
Alexander was conflicted. He wanted to send you the letters that he has been writing, but he also wanted to tell you in person. He wanted to travel all the way to Williamsburg and gather you in his arms, and give you a passionate kiss.
He wanted to throw himself on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He just wanted to hear your voice one more time.
Was all that he heard in his dreams. The last words that he ever heard from your mouth. It was to much.
Before he knew it he had packed a bag and vaulted himself into a carriage. He told the driver to go straight to Williamsburg. He had no idea where you were but he would find you if it was the last thing he ever did.
It took weeks to travel to you, but he didn’t regret it. Now all he had to do was find where you live. Which was a difficult task, but then again, nothing was going to keep you from him.
You were still upset about everything that had happened. You still hadn’t finished your letter, and you were losing hope that you would ever finish at all.
Your parents were worried about you. You didn’t want to see a lot of people, you didn’t want to go out. They tried helping you make new friends and introduce you to eligible bachelors, but none of them set off a spark in you.
Today was unlike any other, you just sat and stared at the letter that you had been trying to write.
“Miss? You have a visitor. He says it’s urgent,” a maid said to you.
You got up and walked downstairs.
He had done it. He had finally found your new home. He was shaking so much, he could barely knock on the door. A maid let him in and went to fetch you.
“Alex?” It was you. You were here, right in front of him. Finally.
He grabbed you.
“I’m so very sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean it. I never wanted you to leave!” he started rambling.
You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything. Instead you kissed him. Right on the mouth.
He stopped for a second, and you were about to pull away, before he kissed you back, pressing your body against his.
Hiccup pointed his gun at the blonde teller behind the counter. “Don’t make any sudden moves,” he told her. “Just put the cash in the bag and you’ll be home for dinner unscathed,” he told her. “And don’t even think of hitting the Silent Alarm. I’ve already cut it.”
Heather and Astrid were in the vault, loading up duffel bags with as much as they could carry. Between the two of them they had eight bags, and Hiccup would carry four more out. “No die packs either.”
headcanon: groups of cogs have different names depending on the cog type. for example, it would be a flock of legal eagles, a school of loan sharks, a congress of big wigs, a crew of corporate raiders, a platter of big cheeses, a clinic of spin doctors, a cast of mr. hollywoods, a case of pencil pushers, a coven of bloodsuckers, a gang of robber barons, a vault of money bags, etc. etc.
Summary: In which Nico is simultaneously angry and awkward, Will is smitten, Jason ships it, things explode, and Will breaks the ice (this is a hilarious pun, I promise. You’ll see).
(A very happy Fourth of July to Americans and a very happy Saturday to everyone else.)
Nico di Angelo was bored. No, worse. Nico di Angelo was bored and angry.
Above, stars the color of a sunrise burst and scattered and faded across the sky, accompanied by a cacophony of staccato blasts, like a firing gun. Reflections of the fireworks danced across the lake, blindingly luminous for a second, and then gone. And, stretching from the rocky beach all the way to the food kiosk where Nico was working, was a sea of people that seemed far more expansive, far more undulating, than the water itself.
The Fourth of July was an enormous deal in Nico’s city, for reasons Nico wasn’t sure he understood. For decades upon decades, every year on the Fourth, thousands of people packed themselves into the small, grassy park on the banks of the lake. Food stands set up shop, glowing toys were sold by the dozens, and the whole city held its breath while things blew up in the sky.
“It’s tradition,” Nico’s half-sister had told him before he left the house.
Well, call him crazy, but Nico wasn’t all that impressed by ‘tradition.’
Harley messes up on a heist and when the joker figures out, he raises hell.
A/N:This is very dark and unlike anything i’ve written before, but i thought i’d give it a try.
Warnings; Graphic violence, gore, abuse
The entire room was quiet. Mister J had taken us all out on a heist. We
had it all perfectly planned, down to the tiniest detail. But of course stupid
batsy had to interfere. I was standing guard at the bank entrance, revolver in my
hand. Mister J was rounding up people and killing those who didn’t say yes sir
when told to get on their knees. The other goons did the heavy work. Emptying
vaults, loading bags up with money and carrying them out to the back of the
van. Everything was running smoothly.
Mister J was laughing, waving his arms around and firing shots
everywhere. People were screaming and covering their ears. I fucked up. I
fucked up really bad. Stupid, stupid me being so in love with my puddin, i was dumb enough to take my eyes of the front door to catch a glimpse of him in his psycothic glory. It was only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough time for batman
to kick in the door in and punch me in the stomach.
‘’JOKER!’’ he roared and came running towards him. Mister J was caught
off guard and didn’t have time to do anything before batsy tackled him to the
ground and beat him. Naturally, he wasn’t expecting the bat to storm in and
attack him because he trusted me to do my really fucking easy job right.
It all ended up with the batman
grabbing me and threatening to throw me off the roof of the building. He would
never actually do it, I mean come on, he’s the good guy remember? But he knew I
was Mister J’s only weakness. Minutes later, we were surrounded by helicopters
and police cars and we barely managed to escape. Mister J disappeared while me
and his goons raced the van out of there quicker than you can say puddin
Now we all sat in Mister J’s mansion, awaiting our punishment. None of
us knew where he was right know but we knew he was coming back. He probably
needed to blow off some steam and kill a few people. Several of his goons where
shaking in their pants. I have to admit; even I was a little shaky. We had
never fucked up this bad. We always followed procedure and we always had a plan
All of a sudden, the door burst open and in came mister j. His hair was
messy, strands of his neon green hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His
shirt missed two buttons and he had fresh blood on his naked chest. ‘’NOW’’ he
howled and looked at us. We jumped in our seats and looked down, terrified to
make eye contact. ‘’How come, a group of useless, worthless idiots like you
couldn’t pull of robbing a bank? Huh?’’ he started. His voice was dead serious.
If no one answered, boom someone
would get shot. If someone did but didn’t give him a real good fucking
explanation, boom, brains splattered
everywhere. A goon sitting across from me, cleared his throat and looked up at the
boss. ‘’Yes, you! Goat head, please do go ahead.’’ Mister J walked closer. Shit, I really liked that dude. ‘’It
wouldn’t have gotten that fucked, if the batman hadn’t showed up and screwed us
over, boss.’’ He said. Wrong answer. ‘’BATMAN!
Our good old friend batman yes. He did make a rather surprising visit.
However.’’ He loaded his gun. ‘’If you hadn’t been so fucking slow, you
would’ve taken down batsy before he had time to sway his little cape. He lifted
the gun and the man closed his eyes, waiting for the boss to, how do you say? Blow
his brains out.
Instead, he moved his arm in my direction and shot the goon sitting next
to me. He fell to the ground, face first and I gasped. ‘’Missed.’’ He said with
a deadly grin on his face. ‘’Anyone else?’’ he shouted and waved the gun around
the room. ‘’Noo?’’ The room remained completely silent. ‘’Well. In that case.’’ He raised his gun and shot
the goon sitting on my left side. I flinched and choked back my tears. He knew. All of a sudden, mister J
gasped dramatically and placed his palm on his heart. ‘’Harls! I didn’t see you
over there.’’ He began walking towards me.
‘’EVERYBODY OUT.’’ Mister J screamed at the top of his lungs. Everybody
got up and ran with their heads down towards the closest exit, terrified for
their lives. ‘’Pumpkin, sweet cheeks, light of my life, guard of my doors.’’ He
singsang and stopped in front of me. ‘’Tell me, doll. How exactly did the
Batman get in on your watch?’’ he placed the cold gun on my chin and used it to
force me to look up at him. ‘’I¨-I’m sorry, Mister J’’ ‘’I’m sorry what was
that? I couldn’t quite hear you, angel face.’’
His voice was considerably lower now. ‘’I looked away.’’ I admitted
shamefully. ‘’But only for a second Mister J, I swear! Batsy must have been waiting
for me to turn away so that he coul-.’’ Mister J put his finger on my lips and
silenced me. ‘’Why did you turn away?’’ he demanded in a growl. ‘’I-uh, I was
just checking up on ya puddin.’’ I smiled at him and tried to look as innocent
Mister J raised his hand and used the force of his entire arm to slap me
across the face. I fell to the ground with a loud thud and lost the feeling in
my face. My cheek was pounding and bruised like a schoolgirl’s knee. He grabbed
me by my hair and pulled my body up the stairs and through five rooms. My eyes
were running like a waterfall as I dug my nails into the floorboards, cracking
the ends and splitting my fingertips open. Oh
no. He dragged me into his ‘’special room.’’
‘’Get up.’’ He spat at me and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in
pain and curled up into a little ball. ‘’Come ooon, don’t be weak! I’ve taught
you better cupcake, GET UP.’’ He started shouting. I used the little strength I
had left to pull myself up and dizzily tried to balance myself on my heavy
feet. ‘’What do you say, we throw this little lady onto the table?’’ he
chuckled, grabbed my neck and pushed me down on my back. He used the leather
straps of the old hospital chair he’d stolen from a hospital he blew up and
tied them around my wrists.
I winced in pain as I felt them dig into my thin skin. He picked up a
knife and started poking my exposed skin with it, careful not to puncture it. ‘’Daddy
has to punish you for being such a careless little girl. You understand that, don’t you dollface?’’
he shook his finger at me. Before I had the time to answer, he pressed
the blade down on my stomach. I screamed in pain as he cut a straight, short
line over my lower abdomen. Blood started dripping down the sides of my
I laid there, my face full of pain, my cheek swollen and my eyes pursed
together with tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. ‘’Aaawe. Why so glum, my
plum?’’ he laughed and dragged the knife across my skin, up my stomach, over my
chest and rested it on my lips. ‘’Taste yourself.’’ I whimpered and shook my
head. He cut my lower lip and tsked me. The blood from the fresh cut, ran
through my cracked lips and onto my tongue. ‘’Theere we go.’’ He said with an
amused grin. ‘’You like it when daddy plays with you?’’ he purred into my ear.
I cried and nodded my head. ‘’Yes Mister J, anything for you.’’ I whimpered in
Mister J seemed satisfied with his punishment as he grabbed my back and
helped me onto my feet again. I could feel my skin pounding under my feet. ‘’Now,
let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.’’ He brushed my hair behind my ear and stroked
my bruised cheek. Mister J cleaned up my wounds and washed off all the blood
before he carried me to bed. ‘’Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.’’ he said as he kissed my
I knew it wouldn’t always be like this. It was my fault, I messed it all
up. And if I hadn’t been such a geek, this could’ve been avoided. Gee Harley, you really did it this time. I
mean don’t get me wrong, my puddin’s a little rough sometimes, but he loves me,
REQUEST (by @sebstanshitposts): could I request an imagine where the reader is dating Peter pre CW but she has powers so when he fights w tony it kinda causes a rift between them?? if they’re closed then that’s totally okay!! thank you!! ❤️❤️
NOTE:I’m always open to requests! Thank you for sending one in :)
By the way, if anyone has sent me a request recently, I’ve received it! I’m in Florida right now so I’m only able to write in my free time, but I promise I’ll get it out to you! I just want it to be the best quality it can be :)
You sat in your desk in Chemistry, bored out of your mind. The teacher seemed to have an endless amount of PowerPoint slides, and when you checked the clock, you still had fifty minutes of class left. Sighing, you leaned back, absently watching your other classmates.
Your desk was positioned at the back of the class which gave you a clear view of everyone, and most especially your best friend and boyfriend, Peter Parker. He sat in the front which made it easy for him to get your attention in times of need. Times like right now.
Glancing at his phone, he coughed loudly to make sure that he had your attention. Subtly, Peter leaned his head on his hand that was closest to you and held up two fingers, then one, and then he tapped his finger on his head four times. So it’s a robbery you thought, smiling as you started to pack up your books. Peter had created an app on his phone that was hooked into the radios of the police. It notified him of when key words were mentioned in recent conversations or 911 calls. Since you’d been playing heroes for the past four months, you’d gotten the communication down to a simple finger tapping.
This year’s Auckgeddon was basically Fallout: The Convention there were so many vault suits, it was incredible - and all the freebie bags had Vault Boy printed on them The Fallout4 people (the one with the vault boy) liked my suit so much that I got two free shirts and two free masks too! A good day, even though I was nearly blind in the suit :Y