Fake AH crew prompts/WIPS

Writing, fanart, and headcannons for the bane of Los Santos. feel free to send in prompts and AUs

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Fahc Rimmy Tim moodboard for Anon

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Fahc Gavin moodboard for @saddepressedwhiteboi

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Fahc Matt moodboard for @cool-loser

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Fahc Fiona moodboard for Anon

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The Heavy Burden of Immortality

He never really thought about how hard it was to fire a gun one handed until his other one has been shot to shit, or how heavy it felt in his hand after he'd lost copious amountss of blood. The world seems to spin just a bit faster when Jeremy stumbled away from his fresh crime scene. His head pounded as he felt around gingerly for new wounds. Everytime, no matter how hard he tried, everytime he always came back. Life loses it's value if it can't be taken away, the man became more reckless and violent. No act too gruesome, no price too high, there was nothing to stop him from losing control anymore. ...but sometimes, only sometimes, the world slows down almost to a halt. It hits hard, right in the chest, clawing feeling in his throat, and the trembling was uncontrollable. "What if i don't come back?" The thought plagued the criminal whenever it became too quiet.

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Geoff/Jack: If i had a million dollars by bare naked ladies

Geoff/Ryan: Rhinestone Eyes by Gorillaz

Geoff/Michael: Dashboard by Modest Mouse

Geoff/Gavin:Runaways by the killers

Jack/Gavin: Rollercoaster by Bleachers

Ryan/Jeremy: Sucker for pain by Imagine dragons

Ryan/Michael: Atlantis by Seafret

Ryan/Gavin: The Boys of Summer by Don Henly.

Ryan/Ray: Wires by The Neighborhood

Michael/Gavin: Genghis Khan by Miike Snow

Michael/Jeremy: Harlem by New Politics

Jeremy/Gavin: Riptide by Vance Joy

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'Take it easy. You hit your head.' Ryan and the Wonder Twins

The world seemed to slowly come back into focus, the fuzzy edges sharpening as he regained consciousness. Then it hit him, fuck he thought, where am i? Ryan began frantically looking around; he quickly learned he couldn’t move an inch. Dingy looking duct tape held him to an old chair, his futile effort to free himself only made him angrier. He abruptly stopped what he was doing when he heard someone behind him “Take it easy. You hit your head.”A second voice chuckled “Well, /we/ hit your head.” The pair leisurely walked in front of him, smug looks of pride sat on similar faces.“You made a mistake coming to this city.” The second one said, “The vagabond was not as tough of an opponent as i would’ve thought.”Ryan grit his teeth and kept silent.“Trevor i think you hit a nerve.” The first man smiled “Or are you worried that we saw your real face? That mask is a bit tacky.” The mercenary pushed at his restraints.“Easy there tiger, Alfredo and i are only here to make you an offer…” The paler man mused

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‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’ with the vagabond, please?

"I hope you've learned your fucking lesson." Ryan grumbled at the bleeding man clutching his arm. That bleeding man so happened to be one Gavin Free who thought sneaking up on a mercenary was a brilliant idea. He all but shrieked at the hunting knife protruding from his wounded appendage. "Sit still," He snapped "and let me take a look." The vagabond knelt next to him, "What is there to bloody look at! There's a knife in my arm!!!" The brit howled.

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‘ wake up! wake up! ’ for trevor please?

"Wake up, wake up!" Trevor mumbled frantically. He had a death grip on Jeremy's shoulders as he shook him, desperately attempting to illicit a response. The two had been staking out in emeny territory when an impromptu visitor discovered their presence. The car chase felt like it lasted an eternity until finally one wrong turn sent the pair careening into oncoming traffic. Now Jeremy lay unconscious in a roadside ditch, the wreckage was flaming behind them. The taller man pulled him into a tight hug "It's all my fault...I'm so sorry..."

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‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’ with mama Jack

He slumped slightly in the vans front seat, gripping his bleeding stomach with one hand and the gripping the center console with white knuckles. Jack kept looking to and from the road to shoot worried glances at her wounded passenger. "Trevor?," she paused for an answer, "Trevor I'm sorry,I know it hurts." The driver reached a hand over to the distraught man "Here hold my hand." The taller man gave the outstretched offering a blank stare for a moment before removing his vice grip from the console between them to grab the proffered hand. He gave it a small squeeze as he tried desperately to stop the flow of blood from his torso.

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‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’ for gavin?

Ringing...the ringing seemed endless. The world felt swallowed by darkness, like he was floating in a frigid sea. Pushing through the loud white noise was a familiar voice, "I've got you, just stay awake," Gavin? Was that him? "Can you do that for me boi?" Michael forced his eyes open to come almost face to face with his friend. His vision finally focusing on his gangly compatriot, he mumbled and coughed "What the fuck....happened?" Gavin pulled him in close and laughed weakly "Cutting a bit close there Michael." All he could do was stare at the wreckage around him. Debris littered the alleyway, smoke lazily rising into the bright sky. He never made mistakes. Every wire placed just so, every bit of shrapnel in place, and a perfect amount of nitro glycerin, and not once in his 6 years in the crew had he ever gotten caught in his own blast. He fixed his gaze back on Gavin and smirked, he'd never live this one down.

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If your still doing the song ask thing, could you do ones for Meg and Lindsay, if you haven’t already? Thank you if you do and if not, thanks anyway!

Meg:Irresistible by Fallout BoyDangerous Woman by Ariana GrandeAnd I've done Lindsay in the past it was Lindsay:Youth by DaughterHit and Run by Lolo

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Enter: The Vagabond

The rain lazily tapping against the window, a fan softly humming, and his own even breathing were the only sounds that broke the darkness' quiet hold. Laying in bed and staring at the ceiling deep into the night seemed to be the only time he could escape the chaos that he kept finding himself in. He also couldn't help but notice he kept finding himself holed up in yet another shitty motel on the edge of some seedy city. No matter how much he tossed or turned, sleep did not find him, the man couldn't help but staring down the mask slumped on the floor. Another job another paycheck. His face twisted up into a grimace and he turned himself over, he couldn't stand what he'd become. Another job another paycheck. After what seemed like an eternity he silently sat up, but staring at the wall hardly seemed like much of a change from the ceiling. With a soft grunt of frustration he stood out of bed in one graceful movement, and began to pace along the thread-bare motel carpet. Money was money, no job to large, and no job too gruesome...but this was too much, taking down an entire mafia-esque gang by himself seemed even too big a job for him. The tall man abruptly stopped his pacing and shifted his gaze out the window and to the city bustling outside. There was something quiet in the chaos, something that was unaware what had just arrived on Los Santos' doorstep, the Vagabond had come to fulfill a contract and he was never one to fail. Another job another paycheck.

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get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. For Gavin please

"Get in the goddamn car," Michael hissed at the bloodied man, "Seriously we're going to the hospital." Gavin all but scoffed in his face, " I'm fine boi, it's just a scratch." He said vaguely gesturing to the deep gash on his stomach. The knife wound was deep and leaking blood lazily, though the brit kept trying to go after his attacker, who had slashed him and ran off with his wallet. After another few failed attempts at convincing the stubborn man to get to at least the crew medic, Michael wrap his arms around the other lads waist and picked him up off the ground and carried a kicking, screaming Gavin to his car

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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