#fakehaus lawrence

[dooliaz]

pyromaniac fakehaus lawrence !!! sets everything on fire because he likes watching things get out of control and knowing that He sent it spiralling in the first place

okay this is Hot. sets a house on fire and stands outside watching it. flames reflecting off his glasses, breathes out like he’s letting of the day and the stresses.... perfect

[joelsrubins]

There’s nothing you can do about it ! (Inspired by those gifts on Elyse calling herself a top)

[queennelliespretties]

Lawrence Sonntag Fakehaus | Gunhaus

[burpeetales]

Fakes Family Reunion

So with the Let’s Play Family Reunion ensue, all I can really think about is what would happen in everybody (FAHC, Fakehaus, FakeChop, Screw Attack, etc) all got stuck in a safe house together after a fairly large and spectacular job? 

The house isn’t small, but with what? 20 plus people in one fucking house? Even the main penthouse can get cramped. And we’re talking a four, maybe, five bedroom safe house. 

It’s fine for the first couple of hours, they attend to their wounds and Geoff, Jack, and Adam all make dinner.

But it just explodes. There’s a brawl for who gets the two queens. (Lindsay ensures her and Michael are one of them), another for who gets the single beds, another for the couches and arm chairs (Aleks puts a lighter to the couch when it starts to look like he’s not gonna win) and fists are thrown for the couple of air mattresses Ryan and Geoff pull from the closet. They’re fairly sure Lawrence and Jeremy get on the roof to get away. Trevor ends up falling asleep at the dining room table and they think Ryan might have slept outside in the hammock? 

And of course they managed to get the safe house with only one bathroom. The first few days are actual warfare, Ryan bursting through into the living room, hips wrapped in a towel, snarling with a pistol in each hand. “Who ever used all the fucking hot water better pray to their deity of choice.” 

Gavin’s prone to being touchy, but have we talked about the Killemses? Those three don’t know how to function properly without touching one another. 

Geoff pulls a live grenade because someone drank all his scotch. 

Aleks sets the toaster on fire. 

James, Adam, Jeremy, and Michael break through the coffee tables wrestling. Ryan brings up the spare from the basement and a drunk Jack (egged on by Bruce and Elyse) smashes that one with a hammer. 

Trevor, Lawrence, and Chop!James watch quietly from the sidelines, sharing disappointed looks as the house is slowly destroyed. 

I could go on about what happens for the three weeks they’re trapped. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. They wrig together three circles of computers and spend two days doing just that, ranging for Gmod to Siege to Golf It, doing all sorts of weird tournaments. 

The pool is large and they’ve got an almost endless supply of alcohol and Diet Coke and they can make as much noise as they’d like. They learn Chop!James is a pretty great cook, alongside Geoff and Adam and Ryan. 

They learn who gets angry playing Monopoly (also, only play with like five people, unless you’re ready for a fist in the eye) and who’s fucking phenomenal at checkers. 

Everyone’s got their nails painted by the fourth day. It started as all the girls seperating themselves from the disaster the boys are up to, but ended in five different lines and “Oh, I want pink Lindsay!” “Really Brett?” “Shut up, Aleks!” 

Just imagine all of them stuck in a house together, making stupid videos of themselves diving into the pool or grilling out, the counters unable to be seen under all the food. 

And at the end of most days, they’re all draped over each other (a gigantic ball of arms and legs and not needing a blanket cause oh, there’s Ryan burritoed around you. Need a pillow? Not anymore, Jeremy’s got a very squishy tummy!) in the living room, having passed out throughout movies and being to comfy to go to their respected sleeping spots. 

I think I need to write this out. 

[nahsoupbitch]

gta 5 au aesthetics/inspo for a dumb fanfic [15/?] >> FakeHaus

“They don’t call themselves a gang. They have no official leader. They’re just a group of people hellbent on making money and fucking things up along the way. Los Santos may have been a shitty city, but they make the best of it the only way they know how. They’re unafraid to do what Geoff of the Fake AH Crew put a strict ban against. Running coke through the city was their specialty, and Bruce made it known in the underground that they weren’t about to give it up just because Geoff said so. They did whatever they wanted to because they could, and it’s because of this reckless, disorganized logic that The Fake AH Crew deemed them their sworn rivals. Both crews continue to claw at each other for the crown and gain total control over the streets. The FakeHaus Crew wouldn’t have it any other way, to be honest. They get to wreak havoc and leave devastation in their wake.”

[cowboy-queer]

Quick group of aesthetics because that picture of Elyse inspired me

[partyatmyhaus]

SONNTAG, LAWRENCE: LOS SANTOS MOST NOTORIOUS HACKER, ASSUMED TO BE WORKING WITH THE GANG KNOWN AS ‘FAKEHAUS’. ARMED AND DANGEROUS. DO NOT APPROACH ALONE.

WE REPEAT: SONNTAG IS ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

DO. NOT. APPROACH. ALONE.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

lawrence gta w/ cheap thrills by sia?

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Guns

Song: Cheap Thrills by Sia

“Come on, Lawrence,” you begged placing your elbows on his desk and leaning your chin down onto your fists.

“Fine. I can take you on a small heist,” he sighed agreeing.

“Yes!” You cheered, jumping up and pumping a fist into the air. You had been dying to go on a heist with Lawerence since you had met when you both were breaking into a small jewelry store.

“On two conditions,” Lawerence interrupted your celebration but it didn’t faze you.

You crossed your arms and gave a knowing smile, “Name it.”

“It’s just me and you. I’m planning it and I’m in charge,” he started.

“Easy. Done,” you agreed already expecting that Lawrence was going to be in charge.

“And,” he continued.

“And?” you raised an eyebrow, “You already named like three conditions. How is there an and?”

“That was all one thing,” he waved you off, “So as I was saying, And you have to get Bruce’s permission.”

You feigned being scared for a moment then broke into a grin, “Done. So done. Already done. I know to run any missions by the boss first. I asked him before coming to you even. He thinks it’ll be a good test. See if I’m ready to play with the big boys.”

Lawrence’s head dropped in defeat, “Fine. You win. I’ll plan something.”

Lawrence, of course, tried to put off planning the getaway but you got sick of waiting so you decided to take the planning into your own hands despite his original request.

Lawrence look out the window as you passed a familiar building, “Uh, Y/N that was the theater back there.”

“I know,” you smirked. “I’ve got something else in mind. I mean what fun is date night if we always do the same thing?”

“Um, very fun. We have enough excitement at work. A nice quiet movie night is perfect for us,” he responded, flashing you a smile.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, that makes one of us. Besides being lookout from back at the penthouse is not as exciting as you make it out to be. I can’t even hack like you. I’m living the life of a security guard.”

Lawrence looked at you then down at his own hands, “Fine. What do you have in mind?”

“Check the glove compartment,” you nodded.

Lawrence sighed and clicked it open, a set of masks and guns with extra magazines fell into his lap. Your boyfriend looked over at you, “No.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “You’ve stalled for too long. Now you can still be in charge and we’ll bend the rules on planning. Since I got the supplies. Pick a place. Any place.”

Lawrence didn’t say anything. He just stared out the window as you continued down the road. You were just about ready to turn around when he finally pointed and said softly, “There.”

You slammed on the breaks and turned to him, “Really?!”

He laughed at your excitement, “Yeah. It’s small. I know not of alarms. It’s a pawn shop so half that shit is stolen in the first place.”

You squealed and leaned over to give him a hug. Lawrence just shook his head and hugged you back, “Do you have something heavier? A little more threatening?”

You gave him a wicked smile, “I just might. Are we- Are you thinking what I think your thinking?”

“What better way to test you in the field than with actual danger. There’s always guards, attack dogs, cops,” he shrugged, “Better now than when you’re alone and surrounded.”

“I think I have just the thing for the occasion,” you told him driving off to park nearby but not too close.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, there was a lump in your throat you couldn’t swallow, and your body was buzzing with pure adrenaline as you kicked open the door to the small pawn shop.

There was only one guy behind the counter, a greasy, rat-like man that gave you the shivers.

You watched as he went for the silent alarm. You smirked behind the mask and drew your pistol, shooting close as you could without hitting him. You clucked your tongue and threw the bag at his face.

“Next bullet won’t miss if you try that again,” you tucked the smaller gun in the back of your jeans and cocked the shotgun before aiming it at the gross shop owner. “Now be a doll and fill that up.”

He sputtered and shook but nodded and proceeded to fill the bag with jewels and other valuables.

Lawrence stood in back scanning the shelves to see if anything was purposely being missed. He picked a few items and tucked them away in his own bag as you kept the shopkeeper busy.

When the shelves were picked clean you thanked him and the two of you rushed back to the car, peeling out just in time to hear the sirens behind the both of you.

You ripped the mask off with a happy giggle, “Oh, man. What a thrill! Woo!” You were still riding high especially now with the possibility of danger out of the way.

When you got back to the penthouse you threw the bag on the table with a laugh. Lawrence set his own bag down before coming and scooping you up. Hands on your hips he picked you up and twirled you before kissing you, “You did so good!”

“You think so? Think we could do that again?” you asked, pupils blown, adrenaline still pumping through you.

“I think we found our new date night,” Lawrence grinned at you.

“I knew there was a reason I loved you,” you hummed pulling Lawrence into a kiss before leading him back towards your bedroom.

[fearthepandas]

Lawrence Sonntag ~ Rebel

GTA AU  ( 16 / ∞ )

[grandthcft]

so you want to hear another story, huh?

          One about criminals and gangsters? If not-- too bad I’m telling you anyway. Not long after Lindsay and Meg had their date, everything that could go wrong, suddenly did.           Jeremy Sauder and Sam Mitchell had a lovely date in the Sugar Pine 7 office that ended in plans for another. Steven Suptic rallied his gang to perform a kidnapping of the chief of Los Santos police, Burnie Burns, only to be sold out by their hacker- Autumn Farrell, who now sits on thin ice. The price of Autumn’s betrayal- was Jeremy’s safety. He was shot by Burns and rushed to safety with James and Autumn cleaning him up being then comforted by Sam after he received a worrying string of suspicious text messages from the wounded man. All the while, Steven plans a heist while surrounding himself with self destructive boys.

          Adam Kovic, James Willems, and Lawrence Sonntag crawled up from whatever hole they were once in to regroup with Elyse Willems, who swore vengeance on Sideshow for kidnapping one of her crew.            Sideshow- those boys have been in a whirlwind. Not only has their group expanded tangentially to now include the Bitches, Buck and Bed have found themselves in a bit of domesticity together and Criken- bless him- didn’t realize their relationship until it was said in their chat. Tomato introduced Criken to a softer side of himself and they are two for two with flirting with each other. Now don’t let this soft side of them fool you- Criken is a man with a plan. He’s power hungry and willing to tear down the world everyone knows. So he plans a war. He convinces Aleks Marchant and by extension- Fake Chop to side with him when hell breaks loose and kidnaps the returned sniping prodigy- Ray Narvaez Jr.            All goes well enough- until Alfredo Diaz shows up with baked goods and unwavering loyalty; Elyse Willems crawls in to rectify the kidnapping of one of her own and thoroughly overwhelmed- Criken shoots off a round. Ray against all odds escapes captivitty and Alfredo follows suit; the kidnapping of a Fakehaus member is found out to be due to a misunderstanding. Elyse leaves as vindicated as she can be and Criken starts to nurse his bruised pride. Accusations fly by in their chat once again as Bed and Alfredo’s relationship comes under scrutiny. 

          In an attempt to help Geoff Ramsey relax- Jack Patillo plans a vacation to Las Vegas, aided by Ryan Haywood to persuade Geoff to leave the city quietly. As the two make their way to Vegas- The Sirens learn interesting information with regard to Gavin Free- his username, where he resides, the basics, even some delectable tidbits about his past! All thanks to ChilledChaos and ZeRoyalViking, who have debts yet to be repaid by the Sirens.

          Gavin Free’s last hours a truly free man were spent well. First, he spent time with Geoff- talked about his evolving relationship with Michael and the kiss they’d shared. He then crashed a plane into his best friend- Dan Gruchy- who came into town recently. Their reunion was sweet and something for all friends to aspire to- including but not limited to Dan getting a piercing somewhere way too sensitive for such things and was paid two thousand United States Dollars to do so. He adds Dan to the FAHC group chat to the unease and displeasure to many- mainly, Geoff Ramsey.            Almost conveniently timed thereafter- Gavin heads back out into the great big world and meets Meg Turney. The buds of a relationship form and are cut quickly as Meg aids in kidnapping Gavin and hauling him back to The Siren’s location for such things. Gavin does not have the good fortune to escape. Wracked with wounds and devastated by bloodloss- the night has taken a hefty toll on Gavin.           The night presses on- and the Siren who stole away the Golden Boy contacts the rest of his crew on his phone- essentially compromising their groupchat until Gavin is back and safe. Meg Turney offers Gavin Free to the Fakes- for a price that is still unknown. Trevor Collins and Ryan Haywood show up, a mess of nerves and wrath. All the while a- guardian of some sort sits in a snipers nest with his sights set on the situation.

[dooliaz]

nothing like opening my drive and finding unfinished gems such as

[joelsrubins]

This user watches funhaus userbox :) give credit if you use

[ao3feed-mavin]

The Last of the Real Ones

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FqMGQ3

by Anthem_of_Liones, rebel_raven

Ryan Haywood never thought he had a purpose in life. The government had taken everything from him, leaving him with fragmented memories of the person he used to be and the knowledge that he could not die, no matter how hard he tried. Years pass and when he feels close to unravelling, he finds a young boy looking for a way out, and see's himself. This boy is one Michael Jones. It doesn't take long for him to adopt the firey teen. And soon, he has two more, abandoned Gavin Free who tried to pick his pocket, and Jeremy Dooley, whose parent's were killed in a drug deal. He will protect his lads with everything he has, which is not made easier with the Rooster's and their lapdogs, the Fake AH Crew, breathing down his neck. But in Los Santos, the city of Saints, secrets don't stay buried for long and everything he's built comes crashing down around him.

Words: 17340, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ryan Haywood, Jack Pattillo, Geoff Ramsey, Jeremy Dooley, Michael Jones, Gavin Free, Lindsay Tuggey Jones, Meg Turney, Tyler Coe, Jon Risinger, Burnie Burns, Barbara Dunkelman, Trevor Collins, Alfredo Diaz, Gus Sorola, Miles Luna, Joel Heyman, Blaine Gibson, Matt Bragg, Larry Matovina, Ray Narvaez Jr., Matt Hullum, Kerry Shawcross, Mica Burton, Elyse Willems, Griffon Ramsey, Chris Demarais, Adam Kovic, Lawrence Sonntag, Bruce Greene, James Willems

Relationships: Lindsay Tuggey Jones/Michael Jones, meg turney/gavin free

Additional Tags: Immortal Fake AH Crew, Kid Fic, Fake AH Crew, FakeHaus, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Assisted Suicide in form of hard resets, Mentions of Starvation, Buckets of Blood, Gore, Sickfic, Alternate Universe - Grand Theft Auto Setting, Temporary Amnesiac Ryan, GTA V Cannon Violence, temporary major character death, Lads are young, lots of fluff, Government Conspiracy, Government Experimentation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst, Ryan is a single father, Graphic Description of Corpse, Torture references occasionally graphic, Suicidal Thoughts, no beta we die like men, Guns, Knives, Explosives, General heavy weapon use, Corrupt Government Agencies, Found Family, Ryan is a good father, Protective Ryan, Ryan needs a hug, Protective Geoff, Protective Jack, Trans MtF Jack, Trans Jack, Mentions of Past Torture, Mentions of brainwashing, Secret bunkers with treasures, Trust Issues, Cannon Typical Violence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Loving Healthy relationships, Street Michael, Thief Gavin, BAMF Ryan Haywood, Immortality, Immortal resets, Complex backstory, geoff is a total dad, fluff and cuteness, Enemies to Friends to Family, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, takes a while but we'll get there, non-permanent death, Implied Attempted Past Assault, Ryan beat the shit out them, Rooster Teeth main gang, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, injured main characters, Sober Geoff Ramsey, past realtionships, Humor, Banter, Dark Humor, Blood and Torture, Murder, It's these guys, what were you expecting, Ryan is a genuinely good human, he tries his best, Roosters and Fake AH are genuinely good people, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Drug Addiction, Past Child Abandonment, Death, Gang Wars, Explicit Language, Vagabond Ryan, Cryptid Vagabond, Greek Ryan, Geoff Ramsey is a dad, Tags to updated, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FqMGQ3

[the-garboman]

I've been silent on the fic front for a while, so here's a personal update:

I've been on medication (birth control) that makes me ridiculously depressed and sick as fuck so I haven't been able to write much or even gather the energy to post what I do have but I have been able to pull together ideas. I am now off that medication and starting something new that hopefully won't be so bad, so here's a list of what you have to look forward to now that I am better:

• The second chapter of One In The Same (ramwood)

• The second chapter of You Can Ride On My Rocket 69 (jeremwood)

• A sequel/follow up to the joelwood thing I wrote a while back

• A ramwood 50s AU

• Something involving a GTA Trevor and Ryan mad king/mad prince relationship (if there's a ship name for them someone please tell me)

• Something that is purely self indulgent but a jackeoff thing for my TAZ AH AU set during the Stolen Century

• another self indulgent Fakehaus vs. FAHC featuring Ryan and Lawrence (im in a weird place right now please don't judge)

Anyway this has been your fic update! Hopefully they'll be out soon, but if my new meds put me in a weird place it might not be for a bit. We'll see, but I really miss writing.

[shiphaussecretsanta]

Inside Job

gift from @kovntag to @funheist

ship: killems

message: hey nik i kinda went… a little overboard with it (like 3,000 words overboard) but u deserve it + more! i hope you like it ily

Adam can’t really be upset about the whole thing, because the gist of this is going to dinner in a swanky, five star, food-is-too-small-for-the-plate restaurant. That’s the plan at its most basic.

Now, if you wanted to get into specifics, the plan is more complex than that. See, Fakehaus had gotten word that a new, budding crew was encroaching on their space, getting too friendly with crew borders. From word of mouth, the crew was small compared to Fakehaus, four people, maybe. Lawrence had dug up some dirt on them and found that they’d been cobbled together from a now-defunct crew made up of a mostly white collar crime syndicate which had gotten busted not even a year ago. The new crew had risen quickly, gotten a name for themselves by selling their skills in torture to the highest bidder. Then they’d branched out to drugs, hits, anything Fakehaus did.

The plan is James’: get in, bug the place, maybe figure out what the crew wants, and get out.

Adam shifts gears in his bright orange Lamborghini, James buttoning the cuff of his suit beside him. They’re both wearing them, James with a black suit Bruce picked out for him with a blue shirt Matt chose, while Elyse and Lawrence had dressed Adam in his grey suit and black shirt combo, a tie thrown in and everything. His tie is now in the backseat where he’s decided that he doesn’t want to get food or blood on it (if it even comes down to it; in this business, he’s never sure where the night is going to take him).

As they pull up to the restaurant, Adam glances at James, who smiles at him like he knows exactly how the night is going to go.

Adam steps out of the car, walks around to meet James while the valet takes their car. James is still smiling as they stand next to each other in front of the restaurant, and Adam feels a sort of restlessness crawl up his spine.

“Ready?” James asks, almost quiet. Adam feels James’ hand brush past his, in reassurance or tenderness or both.

All Adam does is nod. As they walk up to the restaurant, Adam takes in the small part of the dim room he can see through the glass door. It’s a swanky place alright, but the pictures online didn’t do it justice. The glass doorway is the only window in the place, while the rest of the restaurant seems to reside in a concrete box. The name of the restaurant is scrawled on the side reads Argent in an overly complicated script.

From what little Adam can see, the place is almost packed, so finding their targets is going to prove harder than they anticipated. He just hopes these guys are as big of showboats as Lawrence told them they were going to be.

Before they get to the door, James jogs a little ahead and pulls it open for Adam, an action which makes Adam scoff and roll his eyes before he walks through the open door, James following behind soon after.

“I can open doors, y’know.”

Adam can feel James’ presence behind him as he scoffs, almost mocking, in answer. “Never said you couldn’t, but I am still a gentleman.” He leans in to Adam’s ear. “Sting operation date or not.”

Before Adam can comment on his closeness or even cherish it, James is pulling away and Adam holds back the noise that almost escapes him. The thing is, James and Adam both agreed a few months back that dating wouldn’t be in the crew’s best interest. Relationships complicate things, yeah? So what if they kissed once? They still had an unspoken game of dating chicken. It wasn’t an intentional one, just… Adam told James he didn’t want to complicate their relationship and James respected that. But by now, Adam has acknowledged to himself only that he’s very wrong about that fact. He would date James in a heartbeat. But James is still giving him space, even though Adam is almost sure James knows that Adam wants to go out with him. It’s sweet in one way, annoying in the other, especially with what this night entails.

James pulls away from Adam’s back as if nothing has happened and walks up to the hostess with a smile on his face. He gives the cover name for their reservation and the hostess smiles and proclaims their table is ready, picking up menus before she leads them over to it.

In their walk there, Adam gives the inside a bit of a once-over. Some canned piano music plays while people talk quietly amongst themselves over the small tea candles laid on the tables. Most are pairs with the odd threes or fours but in the corner, between the bar and a wall, a group of six people sits together, all splayed over what looks to be a black and white couch. They’re laughing at something while a blonde man reaches over the table and pours champagne into another man’s cup, this one with long hair in a bun, overflowing it on purpose and watching as the man displays fond irritation.

As they get seated, Adam takes the seat facing the party. The other crew. They really were not hard to find at all. Their mannerisms scream Hey! This place is a front for our illegal business and we’re cocky enough not to hide it!

The hostess asks for any drinks to start them off and James doesn’t even open the menu as he says, “Krug Grande Cuvée, if you have any.”

“Good choice,” the hostess says, smiling at them before promising their waiter will be with them shortly. James almost beams with pride as she leaves, and Adam’s eyes drift from James to the people in the corner again.

James leans his elbows on the table, lays his chin in his hands, as if fawning over Adam. “So?” He asks, blinking at him slowly.

“There’s six of them,” Adam murmurs.

“No,” James pouts briefly. “I meant, what did you think of my champagne knowledge?”

“Oh, that was champagne?”

James sighs, exasperated. “I wouldn’t have asked you out if I knew you didn’t appreciate the finer things in life.”

Adam lets his eyes shift back to James. He lifts an eyebrow and says, “You didn’t ask me out, though.”

“It was my plan.”

“And then Bruce asked me out for you.”

“Yeah but who told Bruce?” James taps the side of his head with his finger. “You gotta look at the bigger picture, Adam.”

“Which is what? You were afraid to ask me out on a fake date?”

James shakes his head. “No! Papa Bruce just helped me by suggesting you come with me.”

“Ah. Still unsure what the bigger picture is.”

Adam watches as James leans back in his chair and unbuttons his suit jacket. His eyes are soft as he says, “I’unno yet. Guess we’ll figure it out together.”

The weight James’ words carry make Adam nervous, or maybe Adam is reading too much into them. Either way, he clears his throat and jokes, “Hope you know I’ll be rating this fake date at the end of it.”

“Ooo,” James straightens up in his chair. “Better make a good impression then.”

Adam thinks he’s joking but James reaches a hand out, lays it on the table, palm upturned, as if asking for Adam’s hand. Adam hesitates to lift his hand to meet it but he thinks twice, says to himself, It’s a job. This time, it’s just a job. Not the real thing, not… yet. He lays his hand on top of James’, fingers hesitant as James turns his hand, links their fingers together, smiles at Adam warmly. God, he hopes James doesn’t think this is just a job, because this is going to affect Adam one way or another. But, for now, and because Adam prides himself on being a professional, he does not dwell on how good James’ eyes look in conjunction with his shirt.

As Adam dwells on not dwelling on James’ eyes, their waiter walks up, champagne bottle in hand. He greets them and shows the bottle to James, who gives the label a once over while his thumb absently traces circles on Adam’s hand. James nods in approval and the waiter pours the drinks, Adam letting his eyes drift back over to the group in the corner. As he watches, he thinks of their half-baked plan. When Lawrence pulled up what little pictures they had of the crew, none of them recognized them, so it was a safe bet to go undercover with minimal cover. Bruce still insisted on parking the rest of the crew in a van in the alley around the corner, much to James’ complaining. So they were covered, in theory. Adam still had to call Bruce if anything happened. Which nothing would, because as he watches the other crew out of the corner of his eye, he definitely does not recognize any of them, which is weird. The crew is new but the money is not, apparently. They have this place, which doesn’t seem like it came cheap at all. But it’s their hub for anything, and so, here Fakehaus is.

They’re flashy, Lawrence was right about that. They have gold on their necks and logos shining on their clothes. Adam lets his eyes drift to the corner of their table and is almost startled when he catches a bearded man staring back at him, eyes discerning, a worn backwards ball cap on his head clashing with his expensive-looking suit. Before Adam can break off eye contact, the man looks away, showing no emotion on his face as he does. The man looks back to his group as Adam goes back to looking at James.

With a shock, he realizes their hands are still clasped between them. He makes a conscious effort to take his hand away and to play it off as casual, his hand going for his glass of champagne. James doesn’t say anything about it, but rather, grabs his own glass and holds it out for a toast. After they’ve clinked, James looks at Adam over the rim of his glass, his eyes holding some sort of feeling in them. A feeling that Adam isn’t sure is genuine yet. God, Adam is going to make it through tonight if it kills him.

—

The food turns out to be good. Really good. Adam is sad that the portions are so small and a little angry that this crew’s place is actually turning out some quality and legitimate shit. Why are these guys in the crime business if the restaurant business is going so well for them? Beats the fuck out of Adam, but he isn’t about to start questioning motives.

Halfway through their second course, some steak for Adam and fish for James, James holds out his fork for Adam to taste some again, like he had for their appetizer round. And Adam can’t find it in himself to roll his eyes again so he just leans in and lets James feed him, biting into the fish and potatoes. It’s extremely good. Adam avoids moaning.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement at the crew’s table. With his eyes fixed on James, Adam tracks the man who gets up, watching through his periphery as he walks across the salon and heads down the hallway to the bathroom. Adam swallows his bite and wipes his mouth with his napkin, says, “Bathroom,” hopes James understands his unspoken message.

The hallway is substantially quieter than the salon. He hears the sound of it die down behind him as he scans the hallway and its closed doors, the dim lighting not helping him in this case. He thinks he hears a man’s voice coming from the last door, a suspicion that’s confirmed when the man with the baseball cap comes out of it, turning out the light before he closes the door without locking it. The man is on the phone, distracted it seems, and Adam takes it as an opportunity. He slips a hand into his pants pocket and feels for the bug that Lawrence made for them. Adam watches as the man walks down the hallway, not even sparing a glance at Adam as he passes, murmuring heatedly about “No, it has to be tomorrow, at the warehouse,” while Adam makes his move, hoping and praying that the man doesn’t notice as Adam slips the bug into his blazer pocket.

Adam doesn’t stick around to see if he made him or not. He just slips into the bathroom and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it’s empty.

Before he can lock himself in a stall, his phone rings, startling him, just a little. The caller ID says Bruce and he sighs, hates that he has to do this but the guy could still be here, be outside the door. Adam still isn’t in the clear. So he answers his phone and says, “Uh… hey, dad.”

He can’t tell if Bruce is amused by the prospect of being called dad or not. All Bruce asks is, “Are they there?”

“Yeah.” Adam replies, remembering what little coded speak Fakehaus has. “Sixth of June, I think?”

“Six at a table?” Bruce repeats back to him, understanding. “Do any of them suspect you?”

“I don’t think so, dad. And I don’t know if I can visit yet.”

“Okay, eyes everywhere, but you’re okay. Listen, Lawrence mapped the place out and Elyse can get in and bug the manager’s office. You need to make a distraction.”

Adam furrows his brow. “Is mom going to like that?”

“Elyse’ll be quick, in and out. She needs five minutes, tops.”

“Yeah, I’m doing it. Pretty soon, too. We’re about to have dessert.”

“Suit pocket, you should have a ring in it.”

Wait, what? Adam resists the urge to touch his breast pocket. A what?

Because Adam doesn’t say anything, Bruce sounds persuasive as he bargains, “It’ll buy us some time, Adam.”

Adam flits through annoyance, exasperation, tiredness, before accepting his fate. “Thanks for mom’s ring, dad. I’m just nervous to do it in front of so many people.”

“You’ll be fine,” Bruce sounds like he’s smiling. “Do it at exactly 10 o’clock, regardless of if you’re eating dessert or not.”

“Okay dad. I love you. Text you when it’s done.”

Bruce’s answering goodbye is sickly sweet, saying, “Bye, sweetheart.”

He hangs up and realizes, he hates Bruce, just a little. He stares at his phone while it flashes 9:50 pm up to him and he realizes he hates Bruce a lot.

Pocketing his phone, Adam heaves a sigh. God, he feels nervous. More nervous than he should. Now, he feels into his suit pocket and locates the ring, which is a simple, silver band. Jesus, he’s really gotta do this, huh?

As he walks out of the bathroom, he thinks about proposals. He doesn’t think the time he proposed to Bruce as a way of scamming the government for money as an actual marriage proposal, mostly because they were drunk and young. So, basically, he’s gotta wing this thing. Fuck, okay.

Before he gets to their table, he locates their waiter and pulls him aside to say, “Hey, I’m about to propose to my… partner. Can you turn the music down or something?”

The look of enthusiasm their waiter gives makes Adam even more nervous, if that’s even possible. The waiter scurries off to the back of the restaurant and Adam braces himself. He checks his phone. 9:53. Okay. He can do this.

Adam walks back to the table, noticing that James has already finished with his food. Adam’s food sits almost untouched but he can’t even think about eating now. God, why is he so nervous? It’s just something that’s necessary to the job! It won’t be real.

He sits down stiffly. James gives him a concerned look which Adam shakes his head at. He positions his phone beside him. 9:55.

The music over the speakers dies down and the chatter around them dies down a bit with it. Adam shakes himself.

James leans in and lowers his voice as he asks, “Is the cat okay?” Were you made? in coded.

“Cat’s fine. It’s about something else.” 9:57.

Their waiter picks up their plates and asks about dessert. Adam shakes his head at the same time James nods and the waiter looks between them. Adam clarifies, “After.” The waiter nods knowingly while James looks so confused.

When the waiter leaves, James leans in again, eyes even more concerned. Asks, “Are you okay?”

Adam nods again. 9:59. He gets up abruptly and James looks at him like he’s seriously considering calling in Bruce to help with whatever is happening right now.

Adam clears his throat and says, loud enough that the people around him will hear, “Honey, I….” He gulps and finds his knees stiff and he gets down on one knee beside their table. James’ face morphs from concern to surprise.

“Honey.” Adam says again, speaking loudly so that he’s sure he has people’s attention. The restaurant is mildly quieter, so he thinks it’s working. He continues, “It’s been four years since we met,” Adam remembers it clearly, smiles to himself. “Unexpectedly, you came into my life. But, definitely for the better. It’s been such a joy to watch you grow so much. We both have grown, you and I, partners in crime.” At that, Adam watches as James suppresses a laugh. “And now, I want to continue to grow with you. For a while if you’ll have me. So, I ask,” He holds out the ring. “Will you marry me?”

James’ eyes are shining when Adam finishes. The salon is incredibly quiet, save for the quiet clattering of plates.

James sounds so fond when he says, “Of course I will, baby.”

Adam lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He slips the ring onto the hand James offers and stands as James stands, finding himself enveloped in a hug by him. He laughs a little breathlessly, hearing the people around them give them some applause. God, who knew fake proposing to your crush would be so hard?

When they settle back into their chairs, the people in the tables next to them share congratulations. Adam feels happy, in that moment. James looks at him like he hasn’t ever seen a better person than Adam. Adam glances back to the corner where the other crew sits, looking at them while they talk amongst themselves. They’re smiling, and even the man with beard raises a glass up at them. Adam smiles, keeping up his cover and hoping he really hasn’t been made, when their waiter comes back dutifully and offers them dessert. James orders one dessert for them and asks for two spoons. Adam smiles at the prospect.

When their dessert comes, James picks up a spoon and leans in, asks in a hushed voice. “Bruce told you to do that?”

Adam nods, picking up a spoon and speaking as quiet as he can as he says, “Distraction for Elyse.”

James hums and digs into their cake. They both have a bite before James speaks again, his voice soft as he asks, “Did you mean that speech?”

Adam shrugs. He pokes at the cake, feeling like he shouldn’t say anything but opening his mouth anyway, “Yes. Maybe not the marriage part yet.”

James’ smile is sly as he brings a piece of cake up to his mouth. “Yet?”

“It’s our first date. Think it’s a little early to talk about so much commitment.”

“Oop. Don’t wanna scare the baby!”

Adam kicks him softly under the table. Finds his foot stays tangled between James’ after he’s done.

—

The restaurant gives them a discount on their dessert but the bill is still very high.

When they leave, they tip the valet guy and drive around the block, taking a convoluted route to get back to the stakeout van where they’re supposed to meet. Adam leaves the car a street over and they walk to the van, waving to Matt who sits in the driver’s seat.

Bruce opens the door in the back after James knocks and asks, “How’d it go?”

“Great,” James says as he climbs into the van. “Got a ring I can pawn off now.” He flashes his hand to James and Elyse who nod appreciatively while Adam gives Bruce his best (fake) annoyed look. Bruce just rolls his eyes at him and helps him in the van, closes the door.

They settle in as Bruce asks, “Was the whole crew there?”

Adam shrugs, “I think so. They were partying it up big time. Two women and four men, but there could be more. The place was packed, Bruce. You wouldn’t think it’s a cover.”

James chimes in with, “Maybe it wasn’t. The food was so good, I—”

That’s when Lawrence cuts in, his voice nervous as he pulls off his headphones. “Guys? You might want to hear this.”

He unplugs the headphones and turns up the volume on the laptop.

“—haus?” A voice floods the van. “Fakehaus, hello? Are you there?” Adam’s eyes widen when he realizes he recognizes the voice. He heard it earlier, in the hallway, when he dropped the bug in the man’s pocket and the man walked past, speaking— “Hope you are, because if you aren’t that’d be unfortunate. Anyway, don’t know what your play was but your burglar left our window unlocked and your bug guy looked nervous. Was that proposal real, by the way? Looked real. If it wasn’t, it was convincing as hell. Hey, maybe you just came here to our restaurant in our turf to propose to each other. Some sort of weird power move. But, whatever. Just, if you want to talk, we’ll be here. Come visit us, it’ll be fun. Hope something is recording this because that’d be a waste. Okay, goodnight!” The bug sounds like it’s dropped or mishandled before it goes dead.

Adam stares at Lawrence’s equipment in abject horror.

“Well.” James says. “Cat’s out.”

Bruce stifles a laugh.

“Wait,” Lawrence says, “Picking something up on the bug Elyse left.” He taps a few keys on his laptop and fiddles with the equipment before another voice comes through the speakers, a different man speaking, saying, “Fake Chop crew, out!” The bug goes dead, too.

Adam leans against the wall of the van while James scrubs a hand down his face. Bruce shakes his head. “Jeez.”

“What just happened?” Elyse asks.

James replies, “I think we just got played.”

Now, Bruce actually laughs. “Elyse, go tell Matt we gotta go. You two,” he motions to Adam and James. “Work out your prenup later.”

Adam glares at him just a little as Elyse climbs out of the back. As Matt turns on the van and starts driving, James shuffles over to sit in front of Adam. Adam notes how Bruce leaves Adam’s side and settles into the other side of the van.

James asks, “Prenup?”

Adam shakes his head. “I’ll just take the ring back.”

“Ouch,” James says but takes off the ring anyway, plays with it in his hands. Says, “Instead of a prenup, how about a second date?”

Adam pretends not to notice Bruce and Lawrence staring at them. He replies, “One condition. We don’t go back to that place.”

James huffs a laugh. “That’s a hard yes.”

Smiling, Adam says, “Then it’s a hard yes.”

“Stop talking about being hard!” Lawrence cuts in while Bruce laughs. James throws him the ring to shut him up but it just makes the laughter peak.

God, his crew is made up of assholes. Adam just makes a mental note to ask Bruce about the totally unplanned ring in his suit jacket later. He has an inkling of whose idea it was and the answer probably rhymes with everybody in the fucking crew.

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF, The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant/James Richard Wilson, Gavin Free/Michael Jones, Jack Pattillo/Geoff Ramsey, Jeremy Dooley/Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood/Michael Jones/Jack Pattillo/Geoff Ramsey Characters: James Richard Wilson, Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant, Geoff Ramsey, Jack Patillo, Ryan Haywood, Jeremy Dooley, Gavin Free, Michael Jones, Adam Kovic, Lawrence Sonntag, Greg Miller, Barbara Dunkelman, Gus Sorola, Burnie Burns Additional Tags: Fake Chop, Fake AH Crew, Pre-Fake Chop, gta alternate universe, Cow Chop - Freeform, achievement hunter - Freeform, Little Roosters, FakeHaus Summary:

A city overrun by small, plague-like, symptoms known lesser crews, the Fake AH Crew dominates them all. They control every news outlet, interview, article- all blasting their presence to the rest of the city. The citizens of Los Santos has their eyes on the Fake AH Crew. It's only until two newcomers entering the fray, fresh onto the scene of the underground network of heisting, is when Geoff "Kingpin" Ramsey realizes the Fake AH Crew might not be the crew everyone's talking about.