#FAHC Insert

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Festive prompts #5 & 6 with the Vagabond?

You saw Ryan’s jaw clench as you could hear the faint sound of carolers down the road. You grabbed his hand and for a brief moment, you could see him relax as he turned to look at you. He didn’t say anything as you turned and crossed the street.

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” he finally said as you two were halfway down the block.

“Because as fun as it is to break you out of jail and watch the police squirm as we do so, let’s save it for a more fun crime like a bank job,” you said nonchalantly as you squeezed his hand.

He still didn’t look pleased, “Fine but the real crime is them inviting themselves over to random houses and singing off key.”

“Well, lucky for you we live in a penthouse and the only caroling we might get is from Jeremy at three in the morning drunk off his ass,” you pointed out.

That caused him to finally crack a smile and lean over and kiss the top of your head, “The only acceptable form of caroling.”

[chezzkaa]

Cinders Character Design no. 1

Realised this has been sat in my sketch book for a while. Now that Cinders is able to stray away from being a FAHC fic, I've been exploring character visuals. Have a page with Ryan Jamie, Jeremy Akio and Reader Ellie.

[lil-demi-boy]

I saw someone mention that Matt should be the new king and I had to run with that

Bonus:

[staranon95]

OK but Alfredo being the Jason Todd kind of guy is badass, and imagine him making just remarks/calling out the fakes other than just Ryan

GOD COULD YOU IMAGINE??

Alfredo/Red being a snarky lil shit. all sarcasm. all biting remarks. he knows how to cut deep and make you feel the burn.

imagine Alfredo/Red purposefully getting the one up on the next marks the Fakes have and either taking the mark for his own or fucking up the Fakes hard work

imagine Gavin trying to grift someone at a fancy gala only to see that Alfredo/Red is there, dressed to the nines, scars carefully covered up with some sort of makeup, sweet talking his way into the mark’s circle and fucking up all the hard ground work Gavin has laid

imagine Jeremy boosting a car and then having the cops called on him immediately because Alfredo/Red knew he’s been looking at that car all week

imagine Alfredo/Red breaking into Trevor’s apartment to steal their plans for upcoming jobs and leaving Trevor a cheeky lil calling card like he knew Trevor would back in the day when he was still just a burglar (also: insert some sort of shared past between Trevor and ‘fredo here in that both used to do things for the Fakes unofficially, and ‘fredo is sort of hurt to see his former best friend in such a position of power in the Fakes now)

imagine Jack trying to talk Alfredo/Red down from doing something . . . unsavory and being absolutely taken aback at how angry Alfredo/Red is. How he calls Jack out on his false sense of family within the Fakes and how Jack is just as guilty as them. For never caring about anyone else other than those in his inner circle, leaving people like ‘fredo to take the hits time and time again.

imagine Alfredo/Red sitting alone atop some building and quietly contemplating his life and his decisions up until this point. left partially blind in his left eye and partially deaf as well from the damage of the fire. he’s got arthritis in his wrists (he grew up with juvenile arthritis but ever since the fire, it’s always felt worse). he lives in chronic pain from everything he’s been put through and what he puts himself through and he wishes he could stop but he can’t ignore the drive within him. this sense of vengeance that he can’t seem to quiet.

so he’ll keep doing this. hurting himself and hurting people he used to know

[mywinona]

as I dive back into the good ol’ fahc days I propose: sniper Alfredo who’s a big goofball just having a good time til he starts focusing on the task at hand and turns into a sniper that never misses the mark. like a flip switches and he goes silent, scary, and lands every headshot

Edit: Gonna turn my reblog into an edit so people scrolling in the tag can see

I saw a few tags point out the 360 no scope headshot he landed on gavin in a TTT video. yes, absolutely, fuck yes, thank you for pointing that out

when he flips that switch, it’s automatic, almost instinctual the way he knows his way around a gun. no one can get the jump on him, he’s always three steps ahead. no matter what corner he wedges himself into, be it getting cornered by rivals, said something that pissed someone off, or dives headfirst way too early into a fight, he can quickly think on his feet to get out with only a few scratches.

[maywritesstuff]

Good little hostage

You really never thought you’d get kidnapped, let alone by the Fakes. Then, come to find out, they have a new member. He calls himself Rimmy Tim, and he’s stayed out of the public eye for one reason alone: He used to be like you. A prisoner in this fancy penthouse, incapable of defending himself against the desires of the Fake AH Crew. Now he takes pleasure in telling you all the ways they could torture and kill you if you fail to perform to their level of expectations.

  “C’mon, kid, it’s not so bad once you get used to the overwhelming sense of doom. Plus, lots of great sex, all the time. Plenty of booze, but you gotta be a good little hostage if you want the good stuff.” Rimmy gives you a harsh pat on the back and walks to the bar, pours himself a glass of expensive looking whiskey. “Speaking of which… c’mere and get on your knees.”

  You do as you’re told out of fear for your life, and Rimmy unzips his jeans, pushes them down just enough to pop the button holding his boxers together and expose his hard cock. “I assume you’ve given a blowjob before, so get to it.” Your mouth opens and you suck this man’s dick like your life depends on it(because it really does). It’s the best blowjob you’ve ever given, and yet he appears to be... bored?

  When it seems like he’s getting closer, he pulls a gun from a holster hidden under his jacket and presses it to your temple. “Make me cum or I’ll splatter your brains all over the floor.” The threat makes you suck harder, do your best to take his cock down your throat. He cums with a few growls and grunts, the gun pressing against your head more insistently, and you could swear he’s about to pull the trigger- But he doesn’t. You swallow and he steps back, zips his pants up and gives you a smile, holding his still-full glass of whiskey down towards your shaking hand. “Like I said. Good little hostages get the good stuff.”

[damnyn-blog]

159 from the 200 prompts list for FAHC Ryan? Love your blog!

Aw, thanks!

159-  “Didn’t you read the sign?”

AO3

Barbed wire sucks. Its not like its that hard to get over, but its still an inconvenience. You guess that’s kind of the point, a deterrent, makes it so that anyone who wasn’t already set on being on the other side of the barbed wire wouldn’t bother. Unfortunately, you were pretty set on getting to the other side, so now you had a gash in your right calf. 

On the other side of the barbed wire was the airport. In that airport was a really fucking sweet helicopter that you really wanted for yourself, and that was the reason that you had risked maiming yourself on that damned barbed wire. Fuck, your leg really hurt. But that didn’t matter now because that beautiful helicopter was right in front of you, about 30 yards away. 

“Stop right there.” a voice said from behind you. Shit. You threw your hands up and turned around.

“Is this not Carl’s backyard? I was just trying to surprise him, its his birthday tomorrow.” you said, taking care to slur and stumble a little. Hopefully this dude would just assume you were a drunk idiot and let you go. “You want tell Carl will you?” you added with a giggle.

“This is the Los Santos airport, didn’t you read the sign?” The man stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing a skull mask that covered his entire face. Huh.

“You’re not a guard…” you said. You went to drop you’re hands but quickly put them back up when you saw the creepy skull guy was pointing his gun at you.

“No, i��m not. And you’re not just some drunk girl. Not that I bought that act.” he said. 

“I mean, i’m a little drunk. But no. So who are you?” you asked. Maybe you could convince this dude to let you get back to work. It seemed like the other alternative was going to be a fight, and you certainly knew which outcome you would prefer.

“Wow, I would have thought my reputation would have preceded me, especially with the type of person who breaks into airports.” He said with a laugh, “I’m the Vagabond.”

“And i’m new in town so don’t let my ignorance of the local criminal scene hurt your ego. I don’t have an alias and i’m certainly not telling you my name so you can just call me drunk girl.”

“Alright, drunk girl, why are you here?” he said finally lowering his gun, but not putting it away. That was a good sign. 

“I’m here for the helicopter, why are you here? I hope its not for the same thing. Id hate for something like that to ruin both our nights.” I really did hope we weren’t here for the same thing. I kind of liked this guy, and he seemed to find me amusing at least. Maybe we could be allies at some point. It’d be useful to have some friends in a city like this.

“I’m here with friends, and i don’t really care about the helicopter seeing as i already have one. Id tell you why we were here but then id have to kill you.” He said. You thought you could here him chuckle. That’s good, he has a sense of humor. 

“Well id hate to die on a night like this. Is my stealing the helicopter going to cause a problem for you? I’m fairly certain that once i’m taking off some one will notice there are people here who shouldn’t be.” I said, I wanted that helicopter but it wasn’t worth making enemies over.

“Actually my friends are just wrapping up now, so id suggest you get going before we cause a problem for you.” I raised my eyebrow. “My friends are about to get a bit loud.” He clarified.

“I suppose ill be on my way then, but before I go…” I pulled out a scrap of paper and pen from my bag. “ Here’s my number. Id love to see what you look like under the halloween mask.” 

“Bold. I like that, ill call you. But first you should know something.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“This is my real face.” he deadpanned. There was a beat of silence and then we both started laughing.

“See you later, Vagabond!” I shouted as a started back running towards the helicopter.

“See you later, drunk girl!” He shouted back at me. I could hear the smile in his voice.

[rosegoldachievement]

Where Good Girls Go To Die (Chapter 4)

pairing: fahc x reader

word count: 2,615

series: Where Good Girls Go To Die

summary: You’re not quite sure what compelled you to move to the infamous city of Los Santos, a ruthless playground for drug dealers, washed-up celebrities, and criminals alike. It was very different from your small hometown in the middle of nowhere, where nothing ever happened and you couldn’t even leave your house without running into someone you knew, but perhaps that was part of the attraction. But, after running into your ex-best friend, Jeremy Dooley, you began to think Los Santos wasn’t so bad as it seemed. Well, until the bank you worked at got robbed and you managed to get kidnapped all in the same week, leading you to become stuck in a penthouse with six very deadly males.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter four

It had been a few days since the robbery, and you had just entered your apartment building. The bank still hadn’t reopened because of the repairs and some security updates were still needed. You actually had begun to feel antsy from staying home. At first, you had debated on actually going out to a nightclub or something, but your introverted side settled on grocery shopping.

When you made it to your door, a confused expression took over your features. Your apartment door was slightly ajar and it appeared as if the lights were on inside. Your brain kicked into overdrive, trying to figure out what exactly had happened in your absence.

Maybe Mrs. Gunkhouse, your landlord, had stopped by to drop off the rest of the paperwork needed to move. But, she surely would have shut the door and turned off the light. Right? Or you just forgot to lock up before you had left. That was another probable reason.

Without having any other explanation of what could have happened, you decided to cautiously approach the cracked door and enter your apartment. Your eyes grew wide as you surveyed the scene.

Cardboard boxes were overturned, the items that they once contained sprawled out onto the floor. Anything that could be broken was shattered to pieces, including the vase you had bought the day prior. Your heart plummeted down into your stomach when you finally realized that you had been robbed. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. Why now? Why you? As if things hadn’t gone to shit already since you had arrived in this town.

A countless amount of questions fluttered through your brain until you finally had one stabilized thought. I still have the card Miles gave me with his phone number. He had said to call if you had any more information about the bank situation, but you’re pretty sure he would help you with this robbery as well. All of the previous thoughts you had vanished and your only goal was to get that card.

You exited the living room and into the small hallway that housed the bathroom, your bedroom, and a closet. Thankfully, all of the boxes that once called this place home were now unpacked and thrown out, so you didn’t run the risk of dying on the way to your room.

However, when you did step foot into your room, you were too afraid to venture any further. Near your closet, was a man standing with his back turned to you and going through your belongings. It had just occurred to you that you weren’t robbed. No, there was someone currently still robbing you. You were frozen in fear for a second, but eventually, you had built up enough energy to begin stepping out of the room. Slowly and quietly, you backed up towards the door. Well, until you felt something hard collide against your back.

“Found her.” A gruff voice spoke from behind you. You tried to turn around to look at them, but a pair of strong hands clasped down onto your shoulders to keep you in place. The man who was going through your things previously turned around with a smile that made you uneasy.

“Hello, y/n.”

A sudden realization hit you, the feeling similar to a ton of bricks being thrown into your stomach. Your legs wobbled and if it wasn’t for the man holding your shoulders, you would probably be on the ground right about now. They didn’t come here to rob you. They came here for you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words never came. Before you could, a rag was slipped over both your opened mouth and your nose. You stood like this for awhile, your struggle rendering useless as the man pushed the rag further into your face. Over time, your vision began to grow cloudy and your brain tripped over its own thoughts. After a few minutes, you had fallen unconscious.

When you woke up, you half expected to be greeted with the (favorite color) walls of your bedroom.  But, instead, you were greeted white brick walls and a terrifyingly open space. It looked like to be some sort of warehouse, or maybe even a hanger. There was a dull ache that surrounded your wrist and thanks to the experience you had back at the bank, you quickly realized a cable tie had been secured around them. You searched your brain for answers, but the memories only flooded back into your mind once you heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, you’re up.”

You looked to your left to see the man who had kidnapped you, along with several others. They all held the same scowl and rather lean builds but varied in height. Matter of fact, two of the men who stood closer to the very right end of the group looked to be twins.

It took you a minute, but you found your voice. It came out shaky, but at least noise actually left your lips.

“Where am I? What do you want from me?”

He licked his lips before a grin came onto his face.

“You’ll find that out in a little bit, sweetheart.” He then turned towards the others. “Get in your places, we’re starting the next phase of the plan.”

The group began to disperse in different directions, but the man who had called you sweetheart and another man still stood in front of you. You could only assume the other man was the one who had grabbed you in the bedroom.

“Ready?” The second guy looked towards the first man, who only nodded. This prompted him to turn to you. “You keep your mouth shut.” You noticed him push back his shirt slightly and grab hold of something. Your body immediately wretched when your (eye color) eyes landed upon the handgun. “Or things are going to go south real fast.” You wordlessly nodded, fear manifesting in your stomach.

The first man dug a phone out of his pocket and pressed a few buttons, initiating a call. It wasn’t until he had adjusted his grip on the cell and put it on speaker that you noticed that it was your phone. The line rings twice before someone picks up.

“Hello?”

You blink in shock. Was...was that Jeremy?

“Hello, Jeremy. You don’t know me, but I know you.”

“Where’s y/n?” You had never heard Jeremy’s voice this cold before.

“She’s right next to me, but I’m afraid she’s a little bit too...tied up…. to speak with you at the moment. But I’m sure she’d be more than willing to talk once my group and I get what we want. Well, if she lives that long, that is. Give Geoff the phone.”

The fear that you had started to feel moments ago increased and your mind began to race.

“If you hurt her, I swear…”

“Time is ticking, Dooley.”

You heard Jeremy take a deep breath, but that was the last clear sound that came from his end of the phone call. Some noises came through the microphone after, but it was in the form of indistinguishable movements and muffled voices. Eventually someone was handed the phone and took over the conversation .

“You wanted to speak to me?” The man who you assumed was ‘Geoff’ spoke. There was something familiar about the voice, but you couldn’t exactly place where you had heard it before.

“Six months ago, you stole away our territory and gave it to some young bucks with nothing to their name.”

A scoff came from the other end of the line.

“That’s what this is about? Look, kid. We didn’t steal anything. I’ve known Joel Heyman for years. He gave the territory over to the Fakes because of his retirement.”

“It wasn’t his to give!” The man snapped before regaining his composure. “You boss types are all the same, aren’t cha? You all just see Sandy Shores as a territory to control. To us, it’s so much more. Some of us have friends and family there. It’s home. But you guys didn’t think about that when you laid off all these guys, huh? Didn’t think about most of them had criminal records and can’t put food on the table anymore for the people they love?”

“Look, man, I’m sorry. That sucks. But I can’t give you the spa-”

“We don’t care about that anymore, Ramsay.”

“Then why the fuck did you set thi-”

“We want money. Forty thousand, to be exact. And don’t say you don’t have it, because we know you do. Bring it to the old paper warehouse on fifth by midnight or the girl gets a bullet in her skull.” With that, the man ended the call and tosses your phone onto a nearby folding table.

Two hours later, the front door of the warehouse opened to reveal Jeremy and an older looking man wearing a suit and covered in tattoos. You guessed that this was Geoff, the man who was on the phone with your kidnapper. Behind them were a man with red hair wearing a brown leather jacket and a man with a beard in a Hawaiian shirt, both holding briefcases. You felt as if there was something familiar about the man with the red hair, but the sound of your captor’s hands slamming against the folding table made you jump.

“Wow, you all actually showed up!”

As they approached, you locked eyes with Jeremy. This was probably the most pissed you had even seen him, but his brown eyes softened when they glanced at you.

“We have your money, let the girl go.” Geoff spoke, locking his tattooed hands behind his back.

“Not so fast, Ramsey.” Your captor smiled. He held out his hand and did a ‘gimme’ motion. “Let me see the cash so I know you’re not jipping us.” Geoff nodded over to the redhead and the bearded man, who both took a step forward and placed the briefcases on the floor. They kicked over the money and slid it across the floor in order to ensure they wouldn’t case any alarm. Your captor looked towards his companion, who went over and picked up the suitcases. After opening it and looking over the cash, he nodded.

“Everything’s here.”

“We held up our end of the deal.” Geoff commented as he put his hands into his pockets. “Are you going to keep your promise?”

Your captor took a few steps to the side so he was positioned directly behind you and placed a cold hand onto your shoulder. You twitched at the sudden contact, but kept your mouth shut.

“Well, I would love to, but I’m afraid there’s been a change of plans.” You felt something cold and metal press against the side of your head, instantly causing your heart to drop. “It’s only fair that since you guys took away something so special to us, we do the same.” Tears threatened to spill as your observed the faces of the four men in front of you. Jeremy seemed tense, but one look from Geoff seemed to calm his nerves. You questioned this, but the chaos that erupted seconds later overtook your thoughts.

“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this but fine.” Geoff sighed. “Go ahead, Ryan.”

Before anyone could react, a bullet zoomed through one of windows and hit your captor in the head. You tried not to wretch as something wet splashed onto your face. The sound of gunshots overtook the area as Geoff, the redhead, and the bearded man were now all armed and fought against the remaining people. Within the chaos, Jeremy dashed over towards you and untied your restraints.

“Jeremy, what the fuck is happening?” You asked in a panic tone. He casted you a sympathetic look before shaking his head.

“I’ll explain later. Right now we gotta find cover, okay?” You blinked in confusion , straining to hear him over the gunshots, but nodded as he grabbed your hand. “Jack, cover me!”

Jack, the bearded man, peered over from the crate he was using as cover and called out.

“Got it!”

“On the count of three, we’re going to run over to that crate, okay?” Jeremy gestured to the crate that was in between the ones Jack and the redhead were using.

“O-okay.”

“One! Two! Three!” On cue, you and Jeremy both ran over to the box and hid behind it. “Stay down until it’s all clear.” He commanded as he retrieved the gun that was previously hidden on his body. You watched with a mixture of terror and awe as peeped over the side of the box and begun to fire. This was around the time when you noticed two things. One a man with a black skull mask and another man who you couldn’t exactly see because of his position behind a forklift had entered the fray on your side. Two, you felt like your heart could explode at any moment.

A few minutes went by before Geoff called out to the group.

“How many more are left?”

“Three, maybe four!” Jack answered before the redhead also chimed in.

“Two guys just escaped out the back door!”

“Michael and Gavin, go take care of it.”

“Got it Geoff!” A thick, British accent responded. “Let’s go boi!”

“Just shut up and come on.” The redhead, Michael, ran out of the back door with the other man following him. You squinted in remembrance, there was definitely something familiar about this. Jeremy noticed your reaction, because once the gunshots ceased, questioned your expression.

“You okay? It’s safe to stand up now, by the way.”

“W-what? Y-yeah. As much as I can be in this situation, yeah.” You stated while standing up. Your eyes locked onto one of the dead bodies that laid a few feet away. Your stomach churned at the sight. You quickly averted your gaze to the Michael and the other man re-entering the building with distraught expressions.

“We lost them at an busy intersection.” Michael announced.

“Do you think they left to get back up?” Jeremy asked, causing the group in front of you to exchange looks.

“We can’t keep standing around here, just in case they did.”

“What are we going to do with her?” The Brit jerked a thumb over in your direction.

“Doesn’t she have a house or something we can drop her off at?” Michael commented. You quickly decided to jump in, feigning confidence. You didn’t exactly want to confront the group of men you had just saw kill several people, but it had to be done.

“My apartment is where they found me. I came home from shopping and they were snooping around my room, waiting for me.”

“Then she’s definitely not going back and we’re certainly not leaving her alone since there’s two guys out there at know she can be used as an asset against u-”

“Cool your jets, Lil’ J.” Geoff sighed as he looked around the room. “I agree, it’s not safe for her right now. You care about her, thus we care about her. Let’s take her back to the penthouse.”

“And how are we going to do that? The penthouse location is supposed to be a secret to everyone who isn’t FAHC.” Jack looked towards Geoff for an idea, but before he could answer, the masked man spoke up.

“I have an idea.”

You suddenly felt something thump the back of your head. As you lost consciousness, you felt yourself fall into someone’s arms, presumingly Jeremy’s, and the group letting out a series of groans.

“God damn it, Ryan!”

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[kincreates]

Don’t fly in Storms

Angst, comfort, reader insert. 

The red box letters on your clock stare back at you. Telling that you’ve been laying there for four hours with no results. 4:30 AM, and there was a heist tomorrow. The thunderstorm certainly wasn’t helping you sleep. Maybe you’d get lucky and Geoff would reschedule the heist due to the storm. Jack couldn’t possibly fly a cargobob in such a storm. The damn windows shook every time the thunder boomed.

Heaving a sigh you fling the covers off yourself, you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight evidently so you may as well do something productive. But first, coffee. Snagging your favourite hoodie you shuffle out of your room and down the hall, to the kitchen. Flickering light from the living room gives you pause.

Poking your head around the corner, you see Jack sitting up watching TV. Steaming mug clutched between her hands. From behind she appeared fine but, stepping closer, you could see the drying tear tracks on her cheeks.

Deciding to abandon coffee for now you shuffle further into the living room. “Jack?” She jumps and gasps, grip on her mug tightening. You offer a sheepish smile “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

She nods and swallows thickly. “It’s okay. What are you doing up? It’s after 4 you know?”

You nod and move to slide onto the couch next to her. “Just couldn’t sleep. Are you okay?”

Her lips thin and she looks away. If you hadn’t been paying attention you would have missed the way she flinched when lightning lit the room up. Momentarily dispersing the shadows of the night. Worry rushes through your veins and you shift closer, settling a hand on her arm gently.

“I-” She pauses and takes a sip of her drink. This close you can smell the tea. Some lavender stuff that Gavin claimed was relaxing. “It’s the storm…”

You blink quietly “You don’t have to tell me the reasoning Jack. Though, if you’re scared, I think I can help with it.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “I wanna tell you. Its-” She pauses and takes a breath. “I’ve never told anyone and I think bottling it up inside me is making it feel bigger then it is.”

You nod and grab the big blanket to wrap around the two of you. “Okay, I’ll listen then.”

She leans into your side nodding and seems to breathe in the scent of pack and whatever you smell like to her before nodding again. “It was before I’d met Geoff, and I was reckless. Thought since I was immortal I could do whatever I wanted without consequence. Though, back then, I guess I forgot that dying hurts. Long after the respawn it still fucking hurts.”

She pauses and drinks some more of her tea, you nod to show that you’re listening to her.

“I’d just gotten my first mini jet and I wanted to fly it so bad. It was storming though and, obviously, you aren’t meant to fly in storms. Too dangerous between the visibility and lightning and everything.” She pauses and looks at you, as though to make sure you were following.

You nod quietly, “what happened?”

She settles back into your side, hides her face at the barrage of lightning outside. “I flew, got too cocky and went out in a storm that rivaled this one. Lightning hit my right wing and I crashed into the vinewood sign. Say what you want about how cool explosions and the like look, but they hurt like hell. It doesn’t help that I was pinned to my seat by a metal bar. So I respawned just to die over and over again. For days until someone noticed the wreckage and removed my ‘corpse’.”

You blink at her quiet, “Jesus...Jack that’s awful…” You pause for a while before pulling her closer to your chest. “Geoff’ll reschedule the heist for when it isn’t storming. Not safe to fly right now anyway.”

She starts to protest and you shush her. “No. I’m not letting you fly in a storm. I don’t give a fuck what Geoff says.”

She softens a bit and nods smiling softly and cuddling into your chest. “Okay… thank you.”

You nod and watch the rain pour outside as she falls asleep on your chest. Half finished mug forgotten on the table.

[chezzkaa]

Of Course I Know

Pairing: FAHC Jeremy x Reader Day 12 of Fics Advent Calendar 2017. Read the others here

Summary: Jeremy really doesn’t think Rimmy is a secret...right?

WC: 523

I'm glaring, the woman shrinking away from my rage. The night bites, but no way near as hard as my venom, the rain attempting to wash away the pain littering the streets. She takes a cautious step forward and I stop her with a snarl. “You've gone too far this time.”

She pulls a face, throwing a gesture to Jeremy shuffling his feet behind me. “I did this for you, Y/N. You needed to know that he’s lying to you.”

Jeremy flinches, looking to me in shame. I don’t spare him a glance, too enraptured in the woman. “This is my life, and I don't need you in it, Steph. You can't help it, can you? You were always poking through my shit, didn’t trust me. Try fixing your own damn problems rather than creating more of mine.”

She doesn’t listen, taking another step forward as my hands ball into fists. “Aren’t you hearing me?” she wails, and I can’t tell if her makeup is running because of the tears or rain. “You're running around with Rimmy Tim. The only this worse that this fucking psychopath is the Vagabond!” My face hardens, seeing right through her supposed concern. “Come home, well sort it out and call the police. I still love you, Y/N. We can still fix this.”

“First of all, Ryan's fucking lovely. Second, of course I know he’s Rimmy Tim; he’s not lying or hiding it. Nothing, not his murderous tendencies or your grovelling, is going to change the fact that you’re a manipulative bitch. You’re abusive, and don’t deserve me.” I spit the final words at her feet, turning to an astounded Jeremy and grabbing his hand in finality.

He looks nervous in the face of my anger, but stumbles along without complaint as we duck and weave between the buildings. Spotting shelter he redirects us, street light spluttering above.

“You know?” His voice is pained and loaded with guilt as he anxiously rubs the nape of his neck.

I smile, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping into his confused arms. “Oh course I know. I’m not stupid.”

“But how?”

“Everything you own is either purple or orange. It’s a dead giveaway.”

I laugh into his relief, hugging him close. His arms tighten, his eyes closing as he savours my company. I can feel his breath against my neck, warm as it whispers through my hair. “My god, I fucking love you.”

Then searing pain hits, exploding through my back and blooming across my chest. I jerk away to look down in confusion, the tip of a blade jutting from between my breasts.

I try to speak, words just gurgling bubbles as I collapse into Jeremy’s arms with a croak. He’s panicking, hands clumsily tearing away my shirt and applying pressure, desperate to stem the bleeding.

Through the fog I can barely see her behind me, struggle to make out the wicked smile and hand covered in bloody splatters. She’s backing away, shrieking into the phone receiver as my body goes cold. “Oh god, someone come quickly! Rimmy Tim just stabbed and killed my girlfriend, please!”

[lil-demi-boy]

I didn’t get an ask for it, but I wanted to do it anyway so B4 with Ryan <3

[trevorcollumns]

I said I wasn’t going to post it but what the hell. Have some self insert FAHC bullshit

[snapmydisk]

Hi hi hi. Can I request Gavin dating a girl who is secretly a cool mask wearing criminal vigilante team that is widely known and actually the good guys. Like The right side of wrong. But they don’t ever kill good people or anyone if you want. And the girl has to keep both her lives balanced and secret. Love u !!!!!

Love you too!

You stumbled back into your apartment, wiping off thedust from an explosion at the bank. Dried blood, probably your own splatteredacross your arm. You found the source and settled in the bathroom to clean it.

You were about to pour the cleaning alcohol when yourphone rang. It was your boyfriend, Gavin. You had barely heard from himrecently, being holed up in an underground bunker made for hacker didn’t havegreat cell phone service too “Hey babe,” you said cheerfully.

“Hey Y/N, you alright? I tried calling you today,” he replied.

“Yeah sorry, work was killer,” you said, trying not to chuckleat your pun.

As he chatted, you poured the cleaning solution over thecut, trying not to swear too loudly. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches andtaped the wound together instead “Since we haven’t seen each other in a while,do you want to go for dinner again soon?” he asked out of the blue.

You snapped into attention and agreed to a date and arestaurant before pulling out a gold bar from your bag and inspecting it “I’llpay this time.”

[5lbsofsmarties]

Congrats my dude! You deserve every follower you have! If possible, could I get fahc Ryan with 38? You’re gonna go far ik it. :)

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The entire vehicle seemed to bounce and nearly fly with every new turn it took, which made it very difficult to even stay seated. From beside you, Ryan let out a low, pained groan as he pressed his hands against his side. The two of you, along with Michael and Jeremy, were trying to get back to your base as quickly as possible without any further incidents. Jeremy was holding tightly to the rather large bag you had managed to get back from the Lost MC, but not without difficulty.

You twisted in your seat and carefully eased Ryan’s hands away so that you could see his injury. He had been grazed by a bullet in the mad dash back to the car. It cut him fairly deep, but at least the bullet hadn’t lodged itself in his skin. He let out a hiss as you gingerly touched the area and you glanced up at him.

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, knowing it was probably a stupid question.

Ryan closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, “It’s not pleasant.”

You reached under the driver’s seat and grabbed hold of a small med kit that had been stored there. Michael took a sharp turn and you nearly collapsed on top of Ryan, making him groan again. “God, dammit, Michael,” you cursed under your breath. From up front, he murmured his apologies but continued to floor it down the dirt path you were on. You opened the kit and found some alcohol and gauze, so you quickly went to work.

Ignoring Ryan’s protests and muttered curses, you cleaned the area and managed to wrap it as best as you could. “That should hold you until we’re safe,” you said softly, pushing some of his hair of out of his face. Ryan turned his head and looked back at you. His face paint had mostly been sweat off at this point and you could see the man underneath. He smiled and reached out for your hand to lift to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Thank you.”

[doobler]

Same coin, different sides

[splodey-painter]

I made a new icon for myself because I found how to turn of anti-aliasing and my MS Paint skills bled out onto my tablet.