#heist hunk

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Getaway

Hehehehe

Heist!Mark (Indigo) x GN!Reader, TW: nonw Words: 458

“You know, babe, you seem a bit stressed.”

Admittedly, you have been stressed. Despite working with Indigo and living out your dreams, that last heist was a bit too much and you need some time to decompress. It takes a certain type of mentality in order to deal with what you have on a regular basis, coming into close quarters with law enforcement who want to see you rot behind bars. He steps up behind you, rubbing your shoulders and raising an eyebrow when you melt into his hands a bit.

“Yeah… just a bit… not too bad…”

Indigo frowns at your answer, thinking as his hands continue to work across your shoulders and up your neck. He pauses after a while, resting his chin on the top of your head as his arms dangle down on either side of your head. After a bit of silence and you fiddling with his hands, he huffs, standing up.

“Pack your bags, we’re going on a little getaway for a bit.”

He pats your shoulder, whistling for Thief to get up so he can get his things together. You take a second to blink, before just slowly getting up to pack a bag. Due to jobs, you’ve learned how to pack efficiently and make it look light, but it occurs to you about halfway through that you don’t have to pack anything work related, and instead choose to take some more recreational and self-care type items. Indigo comes in later to throw a bag together, looking excited as he takes both of your suitcases out to the car, returning shortly to steal you away and take you to the car.

Thief enjoys the ride, sticking his head out the window and letting his tongue hang out the side of his maw. You take charge of the music as Indigo is lost in his thoughts and driving, occasionally humming along to your music selection. He does absolutely refuse to give you any sort of hint as to where he’s taking the two of you, and is insistent on it being a surprise for the three of you. It’s probably not a surprise for him since he’s the one coming up with an idea, but you choose not to argue with him about technicalities. 

He pulls up into a resort parking lot, helping you down from the seat and lets Thief go run around for a bit. He holds you hands, looking at you with much sympathy in his eyes. 

“Nothing will go wrong, we can keep Thief in his room, and I will be doing absolutely everything I need to in order to make you relax.”

“Indi, you’re ridiculous…”

“Maybe, but I love you, and I’m okay being crazy for you.”

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Iplier Masterlist: Part Two

The Host: Ink Mini Assignment Slip Caramel

The Author: Spine

Damien: Admirer Only Record Confession Spill Sweet Tense Cage Ancient History

Yancy: Patches Couch Snowbird Stray Choose

Wilford Warfstache: Interview Photograph Military Fight

Illinois James: Hat Postcards Amber Breakout Pan Blackjack Catch

Bing: Splash Pancakes Kazoo

Necromancer: Hole Eyes Beloved Crystal Familiar Breakfast

Heehoo: Technology Research Escape

Heist!Mark Freeze

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Antique

Heist wants his house to look like a museum, prove me wrong.

Heist!Mark (Indigo) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 727

The air smells of dust and must, feeling like you’ve stepped into the past as you hear the chime of the old brass bell above the door. Indigo’s eyes light up as you’ve uncovered what may as well be a treasure trove for him. His fingers start twitching, and you cover his hands with yours.

“Remember, we’re buying things for the house.”

“I know, just excited.”

“Why don’t we start with furniture?”

“Yeah… probably a good idea. Hard to hide a couch in your pocket.”

The antique store is filled to the brim with things stacked upon others, any flat space crammed with various small objects and decorations. Kind of feels like those old iSpy books you’d flip through in the library. Simply trying to find second hand things for the house may be a little more difficult than you thought. Indigo comes up to two side tables, inspecting both of them for any signs of damage. Considering the state of the shop, they’re actually in quite good shape, and you take a picture of them on your phone.

Continuing walking around, next comes a pair of matching lamps for the side tables, a television console, a record player, and you even find yourself thumbing through old VHS tapes and records. Indigo has struck up a chat with the old lady at the register, laughing occasionally at whatever is being said. He took your phone to show her what items you were hoping to purchase. You gather up your finds into a basket you liked and bring them up to the register. He seems impressed with your haul, setting a hand on your shoulder as you step up beside him.

“You seem rather happy with your finds.”

“I had to show restraint and not take everything.”

“Why not? We recently got paid plenty for you to get what you want!”

“The basket got too heavy.”

He laughs, not expecting that to be your reason.

“You know what, I can understand the restraint now. I’m eyeing those pots over there… although I wonder if it’s worth bringing those home with how rowdy Thief can get.”

“We could build a greenhouse, and just keep them in the garage until we can. It’s too cold to start planting anyways, so it gives us plenty of time to get a garden built.”

“Would we even be able to maintain a garden with how often we go on business trips?”

The older lady isn’t behind the counter anymore, but a glance up at the camera facing the two of you means you probably can’t reveal any true details anyways.

“We could go on one of those apps where you hire someone to take care of your pets or plants while you’re gone. It’d be even better if we do that and get someone consistent to watch Thief. He might like having a sitter instead of the neighbors popping over to let him out.”

“You know, I didn’t even think of that. I’ll look into it.”

“Not today, you’re not! We gotta get this stuff home and clean it up! We can get some takeout and sit on our floor for one last night before our couch gets there.”

You take your phone, showing the several online listings for second hand furniture you found and purchased. He scrolls through, eyes widening at some higher price items that usually are impossible to get your hands on.

“Oh these will give the house a ton of character. Maybe it’ll finally look like the museum of our dreams.”

“As long as you don’t plan on sticking lasers everywhere in the house. I refuse to be woken up by alarms because you tripped on Thief in the middle of the night.”

“Fair point. No lasers. What about trip wires at the doors with nerf guns?”

“That might be worse.”

The two of you laugh as the older lady brings the tags for the furniture you chose back to the counter. A couple of guys, assumedly her grandsons, come out from the back and begin moving them out to your car. It takes a bit of finessing, but luckily you get everything in. You pay for the things in cash, waving to the lads as you drive away.

“Please tell me I didn’t just hand a family business counterfeits.”

“Nope, used them all up at Walmart.”

“Oh good.”

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Jewel

Just pure cuteness. Not gonna lie.

Heist!Mark (Indigo) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 518

“Indi, I’m not letting you steal things while we’re on a date.”

“Oh you’re no fun.”

He happily holds the door open for you to the jewelry store. You spin around, grabbing his hand as the clerk greets the two of you. He handles the conversation as you’re off in your head, admiring the suit that he decided to wear for this outing. He rarely wears things this fancy, so you decided to match him. Honestly it looks like the two of you are ready to go to someone’s wedding.

“What kind of jewelry were you hoping for, babe?”

Indigo pulls you out of your thoughts, making you laugh when you realize he probably caught you staring.

“Probably something on the simple side, maybe a necklace or a ring? I feel like a bracelet would get in the way at work.”

He raises an eyebrow, before it clicks for him. Yeah, probably don’t want a charm bracelet or something like that setting off motion sensors.

“I hadn’t even thought of that. Simpler it is.”

The jeweler shows off many pieces, and you can see Indigo’s fingers twitch at a particular pair of rings. You gently elbow him, reminding him that you’re trying to purchase these legally. He sighs, but points them out to the clerk. The tray is placed down on the glass case, and you’re able to see what he picked out a lot closer.

One of the bands is cast to look like a link of chain, with small diamonds at each of the conjunctions of the links. The second one is a similar design as a plain band with chain detailing on either side, with the diamonds set into the simple band. You can’t help but chuckle, of course he’d go for the ones that are a bit edgier looking. The two of you try them on, holding them up to each other. He takes this as an opportunity to hold your hand, smiling bright.

“I like mine, if you like yours?”

“It’s exactly what I was wanting.”

You return the rings to the clerk, and they begin to package them up in a pair of ring boxes and hand the bag to Indigo. He walks ahead of you to open the door again, mimicking your earlier spin to take your hand as you go back to the car. You can tell he’s nervous, fiddling with the bag handles as you take the short walk. He helps you into the passenger side, walking around to the driver’s side. Indigo avoids your eyes, looking into the bag.

“Indi? You okay?”

He looks at you, letting out a big sigh as he pulls one of the boxes out, popping it open to face you.

“Will you be my forever partner? In crime and in life?”

You gasp, beaming at him.

“Yes!!”

He blushes as you lean over the center console to kiss him. You hold out your finger as he slides it on, placing his on his own finger. He looks relieved, the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

“So… you think Thief could be our ring bearer?”

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Freeze

Heist!Mark x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 430

First time writing him, really enjoyed making him as sassy as possible.

Indigo walks in through the back door, letting in your labrador from the backyard. He walks into the kitchen looking grumpy and a little chilled to the bone. 

“Were you gonna warn me that it was super fucking cold outside? Because I nearly froze my nose off waiting for Thief to get his ass back in the house.” You chuckle, pouring him a cup of coffee and sliding it across the counter to him.

“Seems like it’s the first frost of the year. Although I didn’t realize suddenly I was in charge of the weather. Does your weather app suddenly not work? News channels get canceled from our cable plan?”

“Oh hush, I just… you usually pester me to wear my coat if you know it’s going to be cold…”

“Oh, so you are relying on your partner to take care of you, because you can’t look out a window.”

“Shush. Since when did you get this sassy in the morning?” “Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

He groans, chugging down half of his coffee. You notice his nose and cheeks are red from the cold, and Thief is laying out on the vent in the dining room, trying to warm up. All you can manage is a laugh, finishing up breakfast for the three of you. You bring over two plates for yourself and Indigo, placing an egg on Thief’s kibble. 

“So do I need to call your mom and have her text you the daily weather report? You know she’d do it if I asked her to.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He glares daggers from across the table as you fall back cackling in your seat, clutching your sides. It takes you a second to calm your giggles, wiping your eyes.

“Whoo, oh you make it too easy to tease you.”

“You wound me, love. What has your poor husband ever done to deserve this treatment?” “Being a dumbass.” “It was one time! I was barely awake this morning! I got grumpy!” “You could’ve come inside at any point in time, our back door is glass. Thief would’ve pawed at the door if he wanted back in.”

“Maybe I found it unfair that he was the only one freezing his balls out there!” “...Indi… he’s been neutered for years…” “I can never win with you.” “You love me.” “Unfortunately.”

Maybe this particular morning will remind him to put on his coat more often. Or maybe you should just put a coat rack with one of his sweatshirts on it by the back door. One of the two.