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gcnedark · 3 years ago

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This is, the longest drabble I've ever written. It's not even a drabble anymore this bitch is a whole one-shot. Uhh there is usage of drugs ig?? It's just adrenaline and morphine so if that bothers you 🤷‍♂️ shoo ig I've been working on this for 3 hours enjoy

4 pages worth of writing, Jesus christ save me.

The ashes fell from the sky like snow while 3 of the heisters fought their way through the city, Vlad always had crazy jobs. But this shit was something they had never seen, although they had heard of others being put through weirder things. Something with goats?

“Eat shit, punkass taser!” Rust shouted out, pressing himself against the back of a stopped train for cover, the safes having been placed next to him as the other two went back. He occasionally leaned out to take shots at the police with his shotgun, allowing Jacket and Tony to run up with the cover fire he provided. Albeit slowly, as Scarface was carrying the last safe that they were told to get before they tried to make their escape. The trio were now simply waiting on Sydney, who had run up ahead to go get the truck while the police drew back their assault to plan their next move to attack the crew.

“Where the hell is ‘dat fuckin’ girl?!” Tony shouted over the gunfire, taking out the magazine of his rifle to check how many bullets he had left. Not many was the answer, he frowned under his mask upon seeing the lack of remaining ammo. “UNSURE.” Jackets tape spat out, the biker mumbled under his breath as he got back into cover and began to load his now empty 12 gauge, each one went silent as honking and cheers were let out into the air, the voice being recognized immediately among the crew, Sydney had finally arrived, and it seemed she was having more fun than she should while doing it.

They got their eyes on the truck and the body that rammed into it, though they couldnt see her face, they could tell there was a large grin on it. “GET THOSE FUCKING SAFES IN AND LETS GO!” She shouted out, opening the door and jumping onto the ground, her AK17 already in hand as she ran around the front and over to where they stood. Tony began moving to go put the safe on his back into the back of the truck, the others following behind him as they each grabbed one. He stayed out in the open, one hand pressing the stock of the gun to his shoulder as he fired. He reached into his suits jacket with the other and took out his shot of adrenaline, jamming it straight into his chest and injecting.

That oh so familiar rush of life bursted in him once more, he stashed it back in his suit and gripped the rifle with both hands. Stepping forward and practically eating each bullet that was fired at him, keeping the attention off of his allies as they moved the safes from the train to the truck. His hands were shaky as he shot back, which had obviously messed with his aim- but aiming well wasnt really the point of his adrenaline, so he had gotten used to missing a majority of his shots.

“TONY!” Rust called out from the front of the truck, already nearly in the passenger side. “GET THE FUCK IN!” He shouted, proceeding to get in the seat and slamming the door shut. Tony wasted zero time to spin around and damn near diving into the back of it. Crawling forward and taking a hold of his little friend once more, flipping himself over onto his back and attempting to fire upon the police once more, only to hear the click of his gun “SON OF A FUCK!” He screamed out, putting it to the side he grabbed onto the uzi that he had on a strap, hanging around his neck. As he did, Jacket also got into the back with him. Hitting his fist against the side of it to signal Sydney to start driving, which she did. Starting to drive off, going around the underpass to get back through.

Tony pressed his elbows down as he kept his finger away from the trigger. Pushing himself up to sit upright, he leaned against one of the safes inside as he looked up at Jacket. “‘Dis Russian puto better be paying us in strippers and fuckin’ diamonds for what we’re doing out here!” He commented, standing up and keeping one hand on the side of the truck to stop himself from falling. Static came from one of Jackets tape recorders before it spoke, “AGREED.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, any police that were attacking, seeming to have been run over or gunned down by one (or both) of the two in the front, giving them a moment of peace in an otherwise hectic hellhole. They accepted the small breather with open arms, Tony was still trying to come down from the adrenaline rush. Practically shaking like a leaf with heavy breathing, he felt like he was going to puke. The pain from the bullets that slammed against his armor also began to set in, but he couldn’t think about it for long. They had work to do.

The truck came to a stop and they looked out, seeing a blown up wall to the left. This must've been where the truck originally was, as they noticed it, Vlad came onto the comms. Catching the attention of everyone, “It’s too slow to unload them, take the whole fucking truck!” He ordered, Scarface grabbed onto his gun before he and Jacket got out of the truck, taking in the surrounding area while Bain followed up. “I’m sending in Bile to pick you guys up! Just hold out until he shows up!” He told them, Sydney and Rust running into the small structure, Rust going to the doorway and staying next to it against the wall.

Tony felt a hand grip his wrist which pulled him away quickly, over to some pile of bricks. Tony sat down and leaned against it, Jacket setting up against a porta-potty. “Ey, Jacket. Jou got an ammo bag?” He asked, tapping his rifle with the uzi. Jacket grabbed the bag that hung around his side and opened it, taking out a pouch of ammunition and tossing it at Tonys feet. He immediately reached forward and took out a few magazines, dropping the current one from the gun and letting it fall onto the ground before sliding in the new one. “I owe you one!” He nodded, turning his head to look at the blown open wall and aim his gun in anticipation. “Get ready, my friends!”

It was almost as soon as he said that that the police began to move in on them once more, jumping over the fences that surrounded their holdout position, others going through the open wall. They looked confused for a second, seemingly not knowing where the crew had gone. They very soon did however as one dropped, courtesy of a bullet from Sydney putting one to the ground. Immediately it became a shootout, bullets flying through the air and both at the clowns and back at the swat team.

These gunfights always filled the crew with a burst of life that of which was something they wished to continue to get, it left people like Tony craving more and others like Jacket being bored out of his mind. But these were the times where being a heister was the greatest thing to them, although it was only temporary- they wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I see you guys, descending now.” Bile spoke through the comms, Jacket looked up to see Biles helicopter above them, he was honestly surprised he wasn't immediately shot at or shot down by the police. But he wasn’t complaining, now that he thought about it he might’ve jinxed them later on.

He stopped thinking about it for now, instead opting to step out of cover and unload with his LMG. Spraying into the crowd of police for a moment, but much to his dismay and the others surprise- he was quickly shot down, bullets piercing through him rapidly made him fall down and crawl back into cover, bleeding through his shirt and letterman jacket.

He looked down at himself, no one seemed to notice what had just happened to him. Tony being too distracted with a medic to the left, and Rust and Sydney handling a swarm of officers that were rushing the small shack they had set themselves up in. He could barely move right now, it was as if he had been back in that fucking power plant in Hawaii… oh no.

That thought sent fear through him as he lay there, bleeding. It was like he was right back there, that elevator having torn Barnes in half and killed him and Daniels, he could practically feel it all over again. This was.. So similar, that frightened him more than he’d like to admit, and without thinking- words from his mind left his lips through shallow breaths.

“Oh, god.. I’m gonna die…”

The words would be surprising enough to hear from any of the other heisters, but when it was Jacket- Tony full on stopped in his tracks, even with the bullets being shot at him he changed his attention to the sociopath. Jacket was laid down behind cover, his lmg loosely hanging out of one hand as the other gripped onto the letterman jacket, the kingpin could only stare in absolute shock that he had spoken before the realization of what was actually happening hit him, along with a stray bullet going into his vest. It might’ve not allowed it to penetrate his flesh, but it still hurt enough for him to shout out and retaliate with a hail of bullets from his rifle.

Scarface ducked down and moved towards the injured male, catching Rust out of the corner of his eye moving forward from cover to open fire on the police. Seemingly having also seen Jackets roughed up appearance, Tony didn’t bother with the typical “are you okay” shit, it was pretty damn obvious the guy wasn’t. With that thought, he got into cover with him. Setting his gun down on the ground, giving him free use of both hands. “Dios mio.. ‘Dey fucked jou up good..” He mumbled, taking note of the several bullet holes that littered the jacket. It hurt him just to look at, almost being able to feel the wounds himself.

“But jou’re not dead yet, my frien’.” Montana continued, patting around his side until he felt the doctor bag that hung loosely off of him. He gripped it and pulled it forward, opening it and looking around inside of it. He just needed to get Jacket up right now, up and back into the fight. They were so close to being done here, Bile was right above them. He couldn’t be lost like this, fuck that!

He reached into the bag and grabbed hold of the morphine, he could try to patch him up when they were in the truck. For now he just needed to get him moving and in not so much pain, he pressed the tip of it against Jackets arm. “We need you, amigo..” He mumbled, injecting Jacket with the morphine. It didn’t stop the pain, but it allowed him to move once more. He grabbed onto Tony immediately, “COVER ME, PENDEJOS! I'M GETTING JACKET INTO THE TRUCK!” He shouted out to the others, wrapping one arm around him and taking a hold of the hand that hung over his shoulder.

With Jacket being able to move a little on his own, it made the process of getting Jacket up on his feet a little easier. The two moved as fast as Jacket could, he leaned heavily on the smaller male which was to be expected. “C’mon, mang- we’re almost there.. Stick with us, alright?” He told Jacket as they rounded the back of the truck. With Montanas help, Jacket got onto the back and laid down. “Here, if jou think you can do anythin’-” Tony said, throwing the doctor bag around him into the truck and to Jacket.

The loud whirring of the helicopter blades caught his and the others' attention, before the static of Bain coming through the comms followed it up. “Get in the truck and you’ll be outta here!” He told them, no one objected or waited a moment longer. Tony quickly entered, with Sydney and Rust rushing to the front of it and entering. Scarface got down next to Jacket, shaking as the truck did while being lifted off of the ground and beginning to go into the sky. “That’s how you get a fuckin’ Payday!” Rust cheered from the front with a laugh from Sydney, Tony chuckling before looking back down at Jacket.

“Jou’re gonna be okay..” He told him, taking a deep breath before grabbing onto the doctor bag he had thrown in. “I’ll make damn sure of it.”

#payday 2 #payday #youre fucking with the best [ tony montana ]#this is for him [ jacket ]#hotline miami #scarface #[ payday verse ]

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playedvillain · 3 years ago

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To Jacket, “You’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear.” Was Sokol checking him out? Did he just compliment him? The world will never know.

Random Asks / Always Accepting!

He looked over to Sokol away from the furniture that he was just helping move. At the edges of his lips was the tug of a smirk. It was a trait of his that had surprised people before, pretty much since teenage hood his body had done a bad job reflecting his actual strength. Skinny arms mixed with a complete aversion to showing off his chest and wearing purposefully baggy clothes had that sort of effect.

All of that in mind it surprised him to hear Sokol remark upon it. There was only clear reasonable explanations for it and he couldn't say which he'd prefer. Mostly because of just how under wraps he kept his feelings on anything.

"Regular activity is key to a healthy body." Usually a line he used in an ironic sense during heists but in this insistence it was an actually relevant explanation. Since taking up the mask he had recovered the strength he lost in the down time between leaving the military and putting on the mask.

"You are also doing a good job." He gestured towards Sokol. Falcon was no slouch when it came to activity. Whether or not he was returning the compliment or checking him out in return was unclear.

#〔 ... 〕 *📼 ┃┃ IC #〔 copycat 〕 *📼 ┃┃ payday verse #〔 i'm your cherrybomb 〕 *📼 ┃┃ jacket & sokol (ko3ak)

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unnperson · 3 years ago

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thinking about jacket n PUPPY in the safehouse “hanging out” and it’s just them S... Sitting there. saying Nothing. maybe a cassette tape playing every now and then... thumbs up / nod / shrug in response from PUPPY. they’re just chillin! :)

#his payday verse is just : whuh oh some shit went fucky wucky n now we have a weird mute cyborg on our hands #Jacket: -says nothing not a god damn thing-#PUPPY: I understand completely

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blackdragonmedicdean · 2 years ago

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Wanted to write a slight sequal to this (also sorry if any of the cannon characters are ooc also might make this a small series of sorts)

Dallas left the lab, Dean’s head against his shoulder as he left the lab with the others. He moved along, glad that no one had been alerted to their location yet looking down seeing the child was passed out. The Master mind wondered who would do such a thing to a child, wondering if it was their contract who had sent them to come get the files and stuff. Part of him wondered if the person knew that if they hadn’t checked, the strange room in the center would have left a child to die. Making it outside, he saw Twitch was parked nearby, causing him to smile, glad for a reliable guy like him. Moving quicker, he went to the back doors, pulling them open and got in. The others climbed in soon after him, as he reached down to take off the youngers bag gently. Not wanting to wake Dean up gently taking out his blanket and stuffed toy covering him up, the boy only shifting slightly but not waking up. Giving a sigh, he took his mask off the others, doing the same thing no one said a word for a moment until Hoxton spoke up “so what are we gonna do with him?” he asked. The brit motioned to Dean, who was still passed out, curled into a ball holding his toy tightly to his chest. Watching as they gave a small whimper in his sleep before calming down as Wolf moved to sit on the floor, gently carding his fingers through his hair. The motion calmed the boy down enough as he relaxed but Wolf didn’t stop wanting to be sure the boy was comfortable and safe for the ride. Quietly, the others talked so they wouldn’t wake the boy up trying to figure out what to do with him. Dallas gave a sigh “something in my gut tells me the one who gave us the contract knew about him,” he simply said to the others. Chains gave a sigh in response “some crazy fucked up people in the world” Chains said as he shook his head. Hoxton just gave a nod of agreement he may not have been good with kids all that much but even this left a bad taste in his mouth.

The mastermind’s gaze went down to the child for a moment, a soft look crossing it. Despite his calmness on the outside like Wolf, his blood boiled at the very thought someone doing this to a child. Using them as nothing more than a lab rat for some sick experiment it made him sick. He had felt the urge to get ill back in that room, seeing the scars from all the injections on the boy’s arms. It had been made worse when Dean had acted scared, thinking he was in trouble when Wolf had left the room upset, thinking he would be punished. Some deep part of Dallas wanted to track down who did this and show them what true terror was like. Yeah, it was dark, but so what was done to this kid who didn’t understand why he had been hurt and left alone. Discarded as if he had been trash or some insignificant bug, he knew Bain probably thought the same thing after they had broke in and saw the boy too. Their leader tho the title was shared between him and Dallas had gone silent after that until the end of the mission when they had left. But now remained eerily silent as if lost in thought before speaking up again “Guy’s you there?” he asked, keeping his voice down. This made the four, including Twitch, jump slightly in response. Hoxton taking the initiative, seeing as everyone else was preoccupied either calming their racing heart. Or in Wolf’s case, keep a child from waking up from their sleep “yeah were hear what do you need?” he asked simply. Listening, they were given instructions on dropping off everything else and to come back to the safe house with Dean.

Looking at each other before giving confirmation they would do that, noticing how tense the man sound. It was like something had been found in those computer files that he wanted to share once back. Like it was a matter for not only them but for the others to hear too. It also seemed like Bain was planning something which didn’t sound like it was something bad but it felt like it would involve them. Hell, over all this, heists seemed much bigger than the others they had gone on in the past few years. Making it to the destination, they dropped off what was required and picked up their payday the rest of the drive after was uneventful. During the drive, Dean had woken up for a moment muttering something before moving to sit in Wolf’s lap. Afte the drive was pretty mundane before they pulled into the garage, backing up into the spot the doors opened showing Houston and Jacket, who were ready to carry the loot down to the safe. Both were not ready to see a small child with said loot, both looking at each other. Before looking back again, before being told it would be explained once they got inside fully. Dallas looked at his brother, asking him to gather the others in his office. Next to him, Wolf got out holding Dean and the backpack looking to Jacket “hey can I lay him on your couch down stairs?” he asked him.

Jacket gave a nod, seeing that he wouldn’t be needed as he motioned for his friend to follow. He lead him down to his area in the basement next to Sokol’s hockey set up cleaning up the couch a bit of crumbs and pizza boxes. Before looking for the pillow and laying it on the couch, carefully leaning up, he gave the thumbs up to his friend before heading upstairs. Left alone, Dean was laid on the couch gently by swede who tucked him in gently and stayed with him for longer. Before he headed upstairs to hear what Bain had found in those files, and hoping they could track down who had done this.

#writing #Dean Amorette #child!dean #Payday 2 verse #payday 2 hoxton #payday 2 houston #payday 2 Dallas #payday 2 jacket #payday 2 wolf #payday 2 chains #tw: child experimentation mentioned #tw: scars #(the gang is not gonna be happy)#payday 2 Bain

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eterniivexx · 2 years ago

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Finally remaking my pinned posts, as I've got a lot more characters to add and I'd like things to show up in the tags for once.

Howdy! Names Michael/Dean/Vincent (take your fucking pick I don't care), welcome to my x reader blog. Not sure what these are officially called but that name seems close enough.

I'm 15 years old and I write for a lot of characters. The rules and characters I do write for will be under a read more, I got a lot more canon characters to write for than ocs. The ocs are basically just there for my friends.

(again, characters + rules under the cut!)

Rules, first off.

Obviously, no nsfw. That should be obvious but it's Tumblr and people can be weird, so, feels safer to say it.

I won't take on new characters to write just bc you asked me to! Seriously, what the fuck!

I have the right to deny any request I want, it's rare for me to do so but that is still there.

No, I refuse to write any yandere shit. If you even ask for it I'll block you immediately.

Now, onto the characters I write for.

Canon Characters

Ash Williams

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Trevor Phillips

Postal Dude

Johnny Gat

Jacket (Both the Hotline Miami + Payday verse)

Wolf (Payday)

Vinnie Cannoli

J.D (Heathers)

Tony Montana

John Wick

Nick (Left 4 Dead 2)

Frank West

Chuck Greene

OCs

Rusty Caldwell

Jack Cliff

Aaron Trouble

Axel Wright

Shane Galaxy

Reilly North

Mac Limit

Miles Ive

Sev Voorhees

Ash Dovahkiin

Maverick

Vulture

Verge

#red dead redemption #evil dead #payday #saints row #gta 5 #heathers #john wick #l4d2 #dead rising #ash williams #arthur morgan #john marston #postal dude #trevor phillips #johnny gat #hotline miami #tony montana #nick l4d2

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playedbetter · 2 years ago

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"Listen up, Jacket. I tell you what the fuck is wrong with you now, and I won't repeat myself. And that is one thing, because you don't listen. Sometimes enemy shoot holes in your body-- bang bang bang, Dallas or Bain or I tell you to back down, you back down. Not charge forward like stupid bull because you are not one. That's what I think is wrong with you. Stubborn, is what I think, but in bad way. Maybe you get a little training in the army, yes, but you are not ironman. You could fucking die! And all this over a bag of cash? Блядь! Even Sokol sits out of hockey fights sometimes. It's not worth it, you know? Money, we can make more of it next time. But there is only one you."

Tell my muse what is wrong with them / Still accepting

Jacket was deathly quiet. Something was going on behind his eyes, something rare. If nothing else the shock got through the thick layer of dissociation that he near constantly lived with.

"Maybe I do this to die, did you ever consider that?" He spoke. "Maybe I saw how little the was for me outside of a fight and I decided I'd at least go down doing the one thing I enjoy."

He wasn't even the only Jacket, he had ripped off the name and identity off a video game, one based off some other spree killer with the exact same name.

He was the only Axel, but Axel was worthless, and unknown to everyone but himself.

"Why did you ever think this was about the money?"

#jacket; payday verse #jacket; meta & headcanons #jacket; ic #suicide tw #suicidal idealation #death tw #dissociation tw #mental health issues tw

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the-devils-toybox · 3 years ago

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Okay, so normally I wouldn’t ask people about adding characters before I do, but I want to get opinions;

I’m a decently big Hotline Miami fan, and since I’ve been playing as Jacket more in Payday 2, I’ve been considering maybe taking him on in here... problem is, given the series, I know Hotline Miami might be a bit of a hard sell for some due to its more graphic nature.

Now, yes, I do have Alucard on this blog, but I feel there’s a bit of a difference between the king of vampires being gory, and some dude in a mask with some serious issues upstairs to the point of beating in faces with a baseball bat(not that it’d be his entire character on this blog or anything, I do wanna try to flesh him out a bit more). So, I guess what I’m asking here is...

If I added Jacket, would anyone mind?

(Real quick thing I wanna mention; if I do a Payday 2 verse, he’s a completely separate person, especially given the finality of Hotline Miami 2, and the possibility that Hotline Miami is just a game in Payday 2. Jacket is confirmed canon to Payday, but no matter how you look at it, the chances of him being the Jacket are slim.)

#;Under the Façade (OOC)

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gunmetalgrey-trashpile · 5 years ago

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00? . H E A D C A N O N | presents and more things alex is emotionally attached to (all verses)

gold hoops formerly mummy moran’s, given to alex when she’s around 14. one of the few things mummy moran has left of her family, these are incredibly sentimental to her, not that she has ever explained that to alex. heaven knows i’m miserable shirt from jasper for the last christmas they spent together. she can’t bring herself to wear it anymore. gun necklace a gift to herself after her first payday, to replace her dog tags which she can’t wear on jobs anymore as they could give her away. it’s about the same weight, sometimes she’ll put her black ring on this when she is working. smiths ‘86 tour shirt from @epiitaphs after they reconnect. possibly her favourite shirt ever? black coat a christmas present from severin, the only coat she will wear other than the leather jacket. pretty much reserved exclusively for black tie events or when it is snowing out. smiths meat is murder shirt formerly severin’s, was donated to alex when it went missing in the wash. it still has his initials on the wash tag so it didn’t get lost at school. black ring a gift on the anniversary of loosing will to herself. see the necklace above, as this isn’t always on her hands. WATCH alex was given this for her 21st birthday from the moran parents, she doesn’t wear it often but she does hang onto it. she changes the strap to black leather when she’s around 27-28. throwing knives a gift from @epiitaphs once they start working together, some beautiful black throwing knives. probably more of a gift to himself given how often she has used them whilst working.

#thoughts on a girl | headcanon #style | clothing #formerly someone elses | belongings

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triblu · 2 years ago

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Lil bit more fun ideas that i felt like thinking while cooking mac and cheese:

The payday gang's hideout turned into a safehouse for survivors a perfect spot for some unprepared survivors to bust in and find a squad of heisters well versed in defending their home

The unhinged heisters (i.e wolf, Jacket, and Jimmy) all completely scaring the shit out of the survivors with how much enjoyment they get out of mowwing through hordes of zombies

Maybe the heisters end up stealing CEDA for a less than reputable source and end up getting stuck after a double cross

Maybe some more locations pre-green flu like Nick getting caught up in the golden grin heist

Francis losing his bike to chains afterthe biker heist?

Also

✨✨Cloaker hunter ✨✨

Where the hell is all the payday 2 x left for dead 2 fanfiction

There was only like one i saw one from 13 years ago and the writing aged prettyy bad

BUT LIKE ITS SO PERFECT

4 heisters dealing with an apocalypse of their own making and swapping from robbing banks to scavenging from the most dangerous zombie ridden locations

Or imagine the interactions between the survivors and heisters now on equal footing

Nick happy to meet fellow criminals

Bill easily recognizing them from the elevator of mercy hospital

The rest knowing full well the infamy of the clown masked heisters

Maybe they have to track down some more team members

Jacket on a zombie killing spree

Jimmy coked out of his mind in a safe house

Hoxton breakout but with zombiesss baybee

And likely the majority of them arent immune, and maybe we'll see some turned heisters

OR TURNED POLICE OHOHOHOHOHOHO

Just musing and hoping someone writes this

#left 4 dead #payday #lfd2 #payday2 #crossover

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gcnedark · 2 years ago

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So my Payday server is filled with A) Active Payday rpers and B) Funny motherfuckers

#youre fucking with the best [ tony montana ]#this is for him [ jacket ]#~ shitposts ~#[ payday verse ]

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playedvillain · 3 years ago

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Given the things they go through on the daily, fps-gaming must be the last thing on Sokol’s mind. Like real life Counterstrike! he found himself thinking one time with particular relish as he beat back the onslaught of cops. Sure, the adrenaline and the payout after was nice, but even you could get tired of doing the things you liked so many times. As of late, he often toyed with the idea of retreating back into his life before Payday. Back to a time where he could play computer games all day and live life without worry.

The communal computer terminal in the safe house always called out to him. Unsure of who it belonged to, so it's only this time of the night where he switches it on for some very indulgent gaming. Tonight, he dusts the cobwebs off his steam account (he's surprised the password still works), and re-downloads STALKER.

The opening credits of the game cuts into the middle of an elaborate fight sequence with some wasteland baddie-- someplace he must've left off, which Sokol clumsily navigates. But after a few minutes, the muscle memory kicks in and so does the unexpected surge of nostalgia. A pang of longing as he looks at the modded rifles in his inventory; his 16 year-old self, schoolboy staying up too late on a Monday night, poring over weapon mods to figure out the best piece of metal to take into battle. Things may have changed, but The Zone hasn't-- it's still as foreboding as before and brimming with peculiarities to explore.

He only notices the reflection when the dark loading screen comes on: a shock of blonde against the backdrop of dust. Jacket. Jacket, who scares him more than the eldritch horrors present in-game. Sokol tabs out of the game rapidly like he's been caught watching something he shouldn't have.

“ What the fuck...? ” It comes out sounding more annoyed than surprised-- which totally isn't his intention, by the way. Without the harsh contours of the chicken mask, Jacket looks softer beneath the dimmed lighting. Gentler, like a young boy roused from sleep. Has Jacket always looked this good-looking? A thought Sokol immediately strangles until it dies out into a smear of shame. “ You-- why are you not asleep? ”

He has plenty of gaming apparatus in his room; a NS64; an arcade cabinet of his game of choice, Hotline Miami. Ever since his teenage years gaming has been his biggest hobby (he's not sure what he'd be doing without it) and has seen him through a lot. Out of the members of the gang he thinks the only one who could rival his love of them is Joy, which makes him wonder who put out the computer as she had her set up in the van outside. Really though, it didn’t matter to him.

Still when he hears somebody moving around it in the middle of the night, from his comfortable place on his couch sorting through some records gifted to him. He perks his head up as he tries to figure out whose footsteps and movements he’s hearing. He can only cross off Houston and Joy, they’re both too light-footed to be it.

Giving up on that method he quietly pokes his head out of his room and then moves to where the communal computer lives. It looks like it’s Falcon who’s using it tonight. Playing a shooter game that’s familiar, although he hasn’t played it himself. Probably saw ADs for it.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even really move from the spot his found with a decent enough view to have identified Sokol. By all rights now that his curiosity has been stated he should go, before Sokol notices him. His legs don’t move despite that. Some part of him wonders why Sokol is even up so late.

Before he can get his legs to move or decide to ask, he gets noticed. While nothing on his face betrays it he laughs a little on the inside at the sight of Sokol jumping in his own skin. It then occurs to him that he did not grab his tape player, oh well, thankfully he also carries a notepad and pen, both items that never leave the pockets of his varsity Jacket.

Approaching the desk and Sokol he writes his response which he shows once in the light of the monitor. “Could ask the same question.” He then quickly adds, scrawled in readable but not pretty handwriting. “Didn’t get to sleep; was sorting through some stuff.”

#〔 ... 〕 *📼 ┃┃ IC #〔 copycat 〕 *📼 ┃┃ payday verse #ko3ak #〔 i'm your cherrybomb 〕 *📼 ┃┃ jacket & sokol (ko3ak)#guns mention

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