Don’t know if you get this but can you possibly do #17 (“Bite me”) with Michael?? (if you don’t write for Michael, Ryan or any other Lad would be top) Happy to see you writing again! 💖💖
I'm going to make this gta!au because I feel like it fits better for Michael.
You were invited to stay in the penthouse with the infamous criminals of Los Santos. You weren't so innocent yourself though, you helped them cover most of their tracks and gave them leads. You were highly regarded, and very much so protected as a gratitude gift. You were greeted by the bickering of familiar voices as you stepped foot out of your room.
"Oh come on, I won that!" You heard Jeremy whine, you could see that they were playing cards. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. These criminals were actually children. "No, I clearly did!" Michael retorts, shoving his cards on the table with defeat.
"Seriously?" You speak up, as much as you liked the entertainment, it just wasn't something you wanted to wake up to. Michael turned around to face you, "Oh bite me Y/N!"
"Yeah? Maybe later if you're lucky." You smirk, making your way towards the kitchen where the sound of hollering was all but behind you.
FAHC!AU
pairing : ryan/gavin
word count : 2,388
song inspo fic : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_Fx1yq3A8M
***highly recommend listening to the song before reading***
written by : one of my lovely followers who didn’t want/need a name cred
Ryan Haywood was never the type of man to hesitate when the pressure was on him. Was he a cautious man? Absolutely. Was he the type of man who would sacrifice his friends for his ultimate gain? Yes, he believed so. What stopped him from running?
What made him stay?
Drenched in river water, Ryan was contemplating these things while he tried to save his unconscious partner. He almost drowned. Ryan knew that he almost fucking drowned, knew that he could still die, knew that he screwed himself in every way possible by turning around. Yet something compelled him to save Gavin, something that was stronger than anything he knew.
It was just another day for the Fake AH Crew, one that led to Ryan and Gavin being put on the same team, Gavin grinning goofily, throwing his arm over the firmer man’s shoulders casually. Ryan raised an eyebrow, but refused to comment. “Team Love’n’Stuff, Rye!” Gav cheered, and Michael snorted while Ryan brushed Gavin off of him. The Brit looked upset, but he bounced back quickly -- always did -- as the pair paid attention to Geoff, who was giving them instructions.
It was a simple heist. They were to escape on the river by boat while Michael and Jeremy were going to be a decoy. They had minimal risk in the game, and Ryan knew it was because Geoff worried about Gavin and his safety. It was going to happen at 7:00 PM as the sun set around them. It was just a simple heist.
Gavin had not yet recovered, and in a panic, Ryan began to give him CPR. It was his last option, but he needed to save Gavin. The lad couldn’t die on him. When Gavin began to cough, Ryan pulled back, out of breath and hopeful. With a blue face, Gavin choked out the water that had gotten into his lungs, looking absolutely like hell. His body was shaking, the cold and trauma affecting his body more harshly than Ryan. The gent pulled off his jacket, wrapping it around Gavin gently.
The lad pushed himself up, turning over and hacking out the rest of the water, drops of saliva-soaked blood coming out with it. Soon enough, the lad’s breath began to even out, and Ryan felt his heart rate return to normal, not realizing that it had been out of rhythm before that. Gavin scooted away from the mess of blood, saliva, and water, glanced at Ryan with glassy eyes, and then slumped onto the ground, passing out.
“Geoff!” Ryan shouted into his mouthpiece, “The river’s mouth is blocked! We won’t be able to get out!” There was no response. “Geoff, answer me!” The sound of the speedboat crashing against the waves caught his voice, so much so that he almost couldn’t hear himself. Him and Gavin were still barreling towards Los Santos’ Police Department’s collection of aquatic vehicles. “Fuck,” Ryan muttered to himself, turning to Gavin.
Gavin was looking at him, and while Ryan saw fear in the Brit’s eyes, he also saw the trust that Gavin had in him. “What’s our plan?” Gav asked from behind the wheel, steering the boat to the best of his ability.
Ryan had decided what he was going to do as soon as he saw those boats blocking the pair. He was going to take the money and run. If Gavin died, Geoff would never forgive Ryan, and while Ryan would miss the Fake AH Crew, he wasn’t about to die for them. “Gav, I’m sorry,” Ryan said against the waves, picking up the suitcase of cash and standing up, preparing to jump into the river.
Before he could jump in, Gavin shouted, “RYAN, LOOK OUT!”
Something hit the front of the boat, causing it to explode, both Ryan and Gavin flying back. Without hesitating, Ryan began to swim to the shore alone, suitcase still in hand. He was heavily damaged, but he didn’t have any other choice. He was reaching the shore when he heard the shouts.
“RYE! TURN AROUND!”
It was Gavin, his partner who couldn’t swim that well. Ryan was still swimming to shore.
“TURN AROUND NOW!”
He was less than 10 meters to the shore.
“GOD DAMN, TURN AROUND NOW! YOU’RE MY A-TEAM!”
Another explosive went off, silencing them both.
Ryan didn’t know how he saved Gavin. He was injured, barely able to reach the shore with or without Gavin, yet he dragged the younger man to shore, the police assuming them both dead. Staring at the passed out man’s body, the shallow breaths entering and exiting his chest, Ryan felt relief.
Looking at the sky, Ryan thought back to his last partner, another member of the Fake AH Crew. The one who Ryan didn’t save. Weak, Ryan whispered, “I’m sorry, Ray,” before collapsing, everything going black.
When Ryan woke up again, he took a few deep breaths, appreciating the fact that there was breath still in his lungs. He wasn’t dead yet. There was a presence of someone else in the room, and while Ryan hadn’t opened his eyes yet, the person seemed to know that he was conscious.
“It was Jeremy,” the person said, and as Ryan came to fully, he also processed what had been said. Opening his eyes, Ryan saw Geoff looking at the door, brow set in an angry line. “He set them on all of us. Jack and I were lucky enough to get out of there as safely as possible, but the money you had wasn’t real. None of it was.”
Ryan blinked a few times, attempting to pull himself to a sitting position but failing to do so. “Why would he --”
“He worked with the cops. Undercover agent.”
“All that time? Wait, when Ray died --”
“Jeremy’s team set it up,” Geoff interrupted, looking perturbed. “They wanted a way into the crew and killing one of us off seemed to be the easiest way.” Geoff paused, taking a deep breath. “I never should have blamed you, Rye.”
Ryan saw red for a moment, thinking of how he blamed himself. After a few moments, though, he composed himself. “Where’s Gavin?” If he thought about how he’d murder Jeremy, he couldn’t focus on the friend he saved.
A dark shadow crossed Geoff’s face, and he sighed. “The fucker is in the other room with Michael. He’s doing a lot better than you, though he could have easily died. He’s lucky that you were there.”
As Geoff finished his sentence, the door opened, revealing the Brit, bruised and battered. “Can we talk?” Gavin asked Ryan hesitantly, an anxious note in his voice. Ryan nodded, nodding at Geoff so the older man would leave the room. Once the door closed, Gavin approached Ryan slowly, taking the seat that Geoff was in.
“Gav, I’m sor --”
“You saved me,” Gavin mumbled. “You were inches from death when Jack got to you, but you spent your energy saving my life.” Ryan was staring at the younger man, realizing how much he focused on the little details. It hurt Ryan’s heart to see Gavin speaking without the goofy smirk, the way his gangly limbs -- along with the rest of his body -- flew across any room within seconds, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at Ryan.
This Gavin looked defeated.
“I had to save you,” Ryan found himself saying. “I couldn’t do this without you. I don’t think I could have lived with myself if I had let you go.”
Gavin looked perplexed. “What do you mean?” Ryan found himself smiling a bit at the confused expression on the lad’s face. It was making sense now that Ryan was facing all of his emotions head on. Of course he saved Gavin. He’d do it again and again until the day he died.
“You’re my A-Team,” Ryan responded simply, and Gavin’s eyes widened a bit, scrutinizing Ryan’s expression before they lit up, a smile going along with it. Ryan knew how Gavin felt about the phrase and knew that there was no way he’d ever feel the way Ryan did, but at the time, having Gavin with him was more than enough.
