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I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight

#{ahhh yes the inspiration for my title}

kingsdarga

one day, i’ll draw something other than ryan. today is not that day.

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[ 5:32pm | R Haywood ]

[txt] Hi. I hope that with the late hour, I’m not interrupting dinner? [txt] I could never stomach the idea of interrupting such ritualistic practices. [txt] I have a job for you. I’m willing to pay top dollar for your services.

capohaywood

[ 5:40pm | Employer, M ]

[txt] I am in the middle of a fine frozen lasagna dinner and an enthralling episode of Game of Thrones. [txt] But depending on the number on that paper, I could be convinced to move from my plush couch.

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1: aggressive kiss

❝ You sick fuck. ❞ Michael snarled, and shoved Ryan against the brick wall in the alleyway, arm pressing against Ryan’s neck and his opposite hand pressed into his chest. ❝ You nearly got us fucking murdered out there! Again! What the fuck, Ryan?! ❞ He yelled, giving no regard to how loud he was being or the fact that he completely dropped their code names. Technically, the mission was still ongoing as they hadn’t reached the safe house yet, but honestly? Michael couldn’t care less. Ryan had gotten on his last nerve, nearly blowing them fucking sky high and exposing them - exposing Michael, specifically - to the cops. And the fucker was laughing about it.

Michael hated cliches and hated overused idioms, but he was pretty sure he was seeing red. Whether it was from his anger or the blood staining Ryan’s face and his grinning lips, Michael didn’t know, but he snapped in that moment.

And he lashed out, pressing his lips to Ryan’s firmly and without grace, their teeth clacking together almost painfully in a clumsy attempt at what would have been affection in any other situation between any other people.

But Michael was pissed, and he was riled up from tension and adrenaline and —

Excitement.

❝ You planned it from the beginning, didn’t you? ❞ Michael mumbled once he pulled away, and leaned in to bite at Ryan’s jaw harshly. He was pretty sure it would bruise, and Michael was glad for it. His arm had long since fallen away from Ryan’s neck, instead pressing at his chest along with the other one. ❝ Planned to screw me over and get away. If I died, casualty of the mission. If I lived, then no punishment for you. ❞ Michael was a sneaky motherfucker like that, and he’d known it — they’d all known it — from the beginning. But to be on the receiving side of something he’d only heard about from Geoff and Ray?

It was infuriating — and infinitely satisfying to know that he caught Ryan in the middle of it and didn’t get fucked over.

Fingers twisting in Ryan’s shirt, the rough mesh of the bulletproof vest underneath scraping his knuckles a little, Michael kissed Ryan harshly again, aggressive and demanding and with no affection at all, and when Michael pulled away, his lips were red and a little bruised.

❝ Well tough shit, Haywood. ❞ Stepping back, Michael’s smirk returned, and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Bending a little to pick up the sack of money on the ground, he slung it over his shoulder. ❝ Because let’s see how well you do when someone else is playing your game. ❞

#{WAGGLES EYEBROWS BACK}#{ARE YOU HINTING AT SOMETHING SAM}#{HUH}#00mogar

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After rolling his shoulders, Michael turns his head to watch the street outside the alleyway. There are police sirens in the distance, where the plumes of smoke are rising from the fallen helicopter, and Michael grins when he sees a car speeding off, a pair of shaken looking people sat inside. His hand winds back, touching the pack on his back, and he relaxes once he sees that he still has the money and the drugs inside. The money for him and Ryan, and the drugs to give to Geoff, who’ll end up giving it back to one of them in order to deliver to their client.

Following Ryan’s steps, Michael made his way across the street, throwing the pack into the backseat of the sports car and whistling in appreciation at the slick cherry red vehicle. He runs a hand down the hood, patting it approvingly. “ We’ve still got some slices left? “ Michael questions, and smirks as he hops into the passenger’s seat. “ Sweet. I’m down for it. You think the other guys’ll be around by then or-? “

Ray, Gavin and Jack had another mission they were on, all the way on the other side of town, and Michael grins at the thought of all of them seeing the downed helicopter. He knows he’ll probably get an earful from Jack about it later, how he could have ‘compromised both missions’ with the stunt, but Gavin’ll be ecstatic and hey - long as everything worked out in the end, that’s all that mattered.

capohaywood

Ryan shrugs as he pops the driver's door open, sliding in and starting the car before adjusting the seat to fit his frame better. He hooks an arm behind the headrest of the passenger's seat to turn and glance in the back seat approvingly at Michael's pack, and to check for anyone else coming down the street. Once clear (and once Michael's in the passenger seat) he slams his foot down on the gas, just as much of a reckless driver as Michael is. But he'd rather have a bike purring under him any day no matter how nice the car.

"Yeah, if Ray didn't eat it all during his once-a-week video game hermitage day."

He's joking of course, and he chuckles low at his own joke as he rounds a corner at a speed bordering on getting them chased by the cops for a second time today. Luckily, there's no cars in sight, all having gone presumably to the scene of the helicopter crash. Another glance down a side street and he swerves down it, peeling to a screeching halt in front of their shared place and killing the engine.

"Nah-"

And he's right, there's no sight of the others or their personal vehicles anywhere. He leaves Micheal behind for a brief moment to unlock the back door into the Achievement Hunter offices and flick the lights on. When Michael closes the door behind him, he gestures to the couch.

"Make yourself at home."

#00mogar

{eyeye new theme thanks to 00mogar 8B}

#{sams a rad little shit}#*ooc

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Michael’s watching with a large grin on his lips, the adrenaline thrumming through him and making him a little twitchy, wanting to hop out right alongside Ryan and absolutely spray the road with bullets, riddle everyone dead and watch the carnage that follows. But he settles for laughing wildly with Ryan instead, the bright flames of the exploded car bright even looking at it from behind his aviators.

But it’s quick and short and Michael’s hefting his gun up, feet pounding against the pavement as he races towards the alleyway, panting quietly. He only stops for a brief moment as he’s five feet away to aim up at the chopper, shooting at the cockpit as he slowly walks backwards and grins with satisfaction when the chopper teeters a little, and he’s pretty sure there’s a good chance he knocked the pilot out or shot him dead.

“ Fuckin’ calm down, holy shit, “ Michael breathes, leaning back a little with a wince but a large grin and places a hand on his abdomen. “ Hahah, hooooly shit! ” He exclaims, and lets out a burst of laughter. “ We fuckin’ got ‘em good.What a bunch’a fuckin’ dead bustas.”

capohaywood

It feels good- damn good. He may not be as young as Michael but he'll revel just as much in the games of cat and mouse they play with the cops that almost always ends like this- carnage behind them and the unaware city in front of them. Heavy panting that comes from running dominates Ryan's vocal sounds before he regains his breath and watches the helicopter spiral, grin spreading wider when it hits the ground and a plume of think smoke rises from the unfortunate spot.

"Damn right."

It's as close as he's going to get to complimenting Michael at this point. He waits for Michael's loud phase to pass, grin fading with the adrenaline to a gentle smirk of amusement at his companion's very vocal happiness. His thrill has settled into the strange calm he gets from his kills, voice soft and deep and his pupils dilated. He scans the peaceful street in front of them, spotting a half-decent sports car and striding over to it, tapping the roof thoughtfully as he leans against the driver's side.

"So, home? Grab some of that pizza out of the fridge and crash on the couch."

#00mogar

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“ Blow ‘em up, huh? “ Michael gives a smirk, hand already slipping into his pocket where he thumbs the pieces of C4 he has stuffed in there. “ I like the sound of that. “ After slipping a few C4 out of his pocket, he quickly steps out from behind the hood of the car, throwing the explosives down onto the road in front of them, far away enough that the explosion won’t hurt them, but that they’re directly in the way of the oncoming cops.

He ducks back down behind the hood when the bullets start spraying again, the cops at a close enough distance, and Michael grins toothily over at Ryan before giving him a thumbs up. “ All set, Haywood. “ And in that moment, the ground shakes, and he feels the heat of the explosions even from behind the hood of the car, watching debris and metal go skidding and flying by as a flipped over and burning cop car screeches down the road.

capohaywood

Ryan lets out a whoop as the fiery mass slides by him, the heat coming off the metal warming his skin and he waits just a moment to hear and see the familiar soothing noise of said burning car's gas tank exploding. When the last bits of hot metal have hit the ground he leans just past the wall of the alley and sprays any uniformed bodies in sight- and if he happens to clip any civilians well-

Oops.

"Alright, move-"

He yells across the expanse between them, already turning tail and heading farther down the street when he's satisfied with the amount of bodies that decorate the asphalt. The sound of whirring helicopter blades is rapidly approaching and they need to find overhead cover- fast.

"Faster, Michael- shit-"

#00mogar

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Ryan: So, I mean, just hypothetically… *everyone groans*

samojon

randomfandomrp : MafiaAU Where Geoff is the boss GAVIN the supervisor/duo with Michael. Michael hit man/debt collector Ray the assassin/hit man Ryan “the information guy”/torturer Jack the “deals handler”/ plans hits/ n stuff Or you can just play around with the idea with it! Have fun! I look forward to your lovely art no matter the outcome! Thank you so much!

samojon

ahh, im sure this isnt how you imagined but i wasnt quite sure how to draw them sorry uwu also, it doesnt really look that mafia u_u

kingsdarga

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Ryan Haywood. The Skull. Easily the most dangerous and volatile of the entire group. With both brains and brawn, Ryan will be the one to outsmart and outgun you, but he’ll take his sweet time doing so just to watch you squirm. Geoff Ramsey recruited the man himself, but while he’s loyal to the family, it’s been said that if there’s enough in it for him he might just point the gun at Father’s head…

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Fuck.

Michael was a man with a wide range of vocabulary, although some may call it limited due to how many words were curses, but Michael just liked to see how many more he could come up with when telling them off in response. Right now, though? The only word he could think of as he turned the wheel to desperately spin the car around and avoid getting riddled with bullets from the cops behind them was fuck. And when they slammed into the light pole, completely killing what little engine of the car was left, Michael quickly opened the door and hid behind the hood. The cops were close, but far away enough to give them some time and try to get organized.

“ Ambush?! ” He hissed loudly, quickly loading his gun and switching off the safety. “ How the fuck are we gonna do that? “ Unless Ryan meant just opening fire and unloading on the cops as they drove by, Michael honestly didn’t have a clue on what Ryan was planning.

capohaywood

Ryan jerks a thumb towards the alleyway and then looks pointedly at the C4 Michael has.

"In there. You blow em' up, I'll pick off any that aren't in the cars. Then maybe we can get to a safer place, relatively speaking."

It's a decent plan, but one that requires a lot more tact and well, on time precision that their crew usually lacks, Ryan himself included. As he does a mental check of how much ammo he has left, he also eyes the distance from their hiding spot behind the wreaked car to the alleyway. Counts silently off the seconds before the cops gets there and then nods to Michael, pushing himself to his feet and sprinting to the cover of brick and trash. He jams a new clip into his gun and gives a grin despite his trepidation at the situation.

"Ready, Jones?"

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A relatively easy mission. A quiet summer day. Piece of cake, right?

Yeah, no. Maybe it went south when Michael forgot about the C4 he'd put on the target's car and just blew it the fuck up instead of shooting the damn guy first. Maybe it was Ryan getting just a tad too trigger happy and earning himself a police helicopter on his tail.

Either way, they were in some shitty stolen simian vehicle, Ryan yelling "Turn faster-!" and popping out the side window to shoot at the cop's tires while Michael cursed loudly and tried to turn the unwieldy stack of shit car but only slammed into a light pole instead. Ryan tumbled out first, looking around for a new car as he fired blindly at the sound of the sirens and finding none but spotting an alleyway instead.

"Dammnit! C'mon, Michael, we gotta ambush them!"

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ladrats

"Six Person Job. Equal share, equal work.”

digiray

If you weren’t worried about off-balancing the bike even worse than it is, you probably would have skimmed the post with your fingers as you passed. (Ryan is fun. Ryan is very fun. The best.) When he stops, you hop up, the tips of your fingers itching where your bow rests, just out of this level. Gotta love bound weapons. “Yeah? Cool.”

capohaywood

The lopsided grin shrinks just a little as Ryan enters work mode. He's going over the house plans in his head, ticking off targets, and thinking of which weapons he'll need to use. "Yeah."He confirms, unstrapping his black bag from his bike and hooking the strap over one shoulder. "Stay low, stay quiet. Follow my lead and kill everyone, no questions." He takes about two step before tacking on one last order. "But if you see a tall burly pig looking guy, he's mine. Just blow out his kneecaps if you have to, but I want him alive.

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