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.
“This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’m in.” with Gavin?
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Everyone in the room was silent, no one knew what actually tosay or even where to begin. Finally, you leaned forward in your chair and laidyou arms on the table in front of you, crossing them over one another, as youfocused your gaze on Gavin who was standing at the whiteboard. You took a deepbreath and let it out slowly as you tried to sort through your thoughts and runthrough the proposed plan.
“So, Gavin… you want to roll up to the Lost MC – on yourfaggio – and convince them that you want to join them; and when they eventuallysay fuck you and try to kill you, you want to kill them, take their means ofproduction, and then sell it all to Trevor Phillips?” you asked, raising youreyebrows at him.
Gavin’s smile spread wide over his face, “Yes! Think of thechaos and you know Phillips will pay more than it’s worth just for theknowledge that we got right of the Lost.”
Everyone in the room shook their heads and rolled their eyesat Gavin and his idiotic plan. You, however, couldn’t contain the grin thatslipped over your features. “Y’know, Gav,” you started, pushing back in yourchair, “this is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’min.”
Yay 300 followers!! “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” with Jeremy, if you will? 🌸
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You stood silent in the shadows of the room, your breathhardly coming, as you listened to the surrounding area. You’d been sent on a reconnaissancemission and once you had gotten there, something seemed off. You could tellthat you weren’t the only person there and, even though you wouldn’t admit itthat sent a ripple of fear down your spine.
After staying in your spot for a few minutes, you decided totry and get the information you needed and get out.
However, you rounded a corner and felt a hand grab at yourshoulder and slam you against a wall. The force of it knocked the wind out ofyou and disoriented you enough to keep you from grabbing your weapon. A firmbody pressed against you and you squinted enough to make out the face of theman in front of you.
“Rimmy Tim,” you teased with a laugh, knowing that yournonchalance would annoy him more than anything.
Jeremy nearly growled and slammed you against the wallagain. “What are you doing in the Fakes’ base, Y/N?” he hissed, glaring at you.You licked your lips slowly and shrugged a single shoulder as best as you couldin Jeremy’s tight grip.
“Tell me, Rimmy, is that a gun in your pocket or are you justhappy to see me?”
The angry in Jeremy’s eyes lessened just enough for you totake your chance. In a flurry of arms, hands, and legs, you pushed Jeremy awayand slammed his back flat against the ground. You climbed on top of him andgrinned down at him in the dark.
Can you PLZ do “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” with ryan? :)
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“Put your gun down,” you hissed.
Beside you, Ryan turned to look back over his shoulder aswhere you were crouching. Underneath his Vagabond face paint, you could seeslight confusion on his features. You sighed and lifted your head to lookaround the room; you’d heard a noise and voices and now Ryan was preparing foran all out war which was something you were hoping to avoid.
“Do you want them to shoot us first?” he whispered, checkingthe clip.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “What if they don’t wantto hurt us?”
Ryan gritted his teeth and scurried closer to you. He gotdown getting closer and speaking softer to you. “What about a compromise? I’llkill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize,” heoffered, giving you a slight grin.
Before you could think of anything to say, you heard agunshot in the next room over. With another sigh, you looked at Ryan and tookout your own gun. “Fine, let’s go,” you said, motioning towards the door.
“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” with Ryan? Thx I love your blog!!
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You stared straight ahead down the darkened alleyway at theshadowed figure in front of you. The gun in your hand was held loosely and youweren’t even sure how you were still holding onto it as your hand trembled atyour side. You bit down on your lower lip as the figure stepped closer and youcould feel your insides almost turn to liquid at the mixture of fear andanxiety.
“Looks like your body guards ran off,” he said in a lowvoice.
Swallowing hard, you tried to adjust your grip on your gunbut you couldn’t force yourself to do it. “I have others,” you said in a shaky,almost broken voice. You hated that your nerves were betrayed by the tone ofyour voice.
“Well, you can tell all those other guys you don’t needthem,” he said as he stepped into the light. Suddenly, you felt a sense ofrelief wash over you; which was not exactly a feeling most people got when theycame face to face with the Vagabond. “And why would I do that?” you asked,holstering your gun at your side.
The Vagabond grinned and stepped even closer, “Cause you gotme.”
It was still pretty warm out considering that the sun had almost completely set, but what could you expect from the Los Santos summer? With a sigh you gently wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand and gently encourage the dog on your leash to hurry along, wanting desperately to get back to the comfort of your current safe house. However, less than a block from your destination you catch sight of an atrociously obnoxious car parked out front and the silhouette of a man leaning against the door talking to someone else.
“Son of a bitch,” you practically growl through gritted teeth, picking up your pace.
As you approach one of the men turns and smiles brightly; your neighbor, in this neighborhood at least. You have to run through the catalogue of names and faces in your brain to place him exactly.
“(Y/N),” he calls happily, “I was out taking the cans to the curb when I spotted your friend here, uh.” He turned and looked back at the other, brows furrowed, “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
You stop next to the pair and reach out to grab hold of your friend’s elbow, nails digging in a little too harshly. “Oh, Brian, this is Jeremy, he’s an old college friend of ours. He just rolled into town and I told him he should stop by sometime. I just didn’t know it would be tonight,” you say, your last words cutting a little sharply as you snap your gaze to Jeremy.
He, at least, has the decency to look worried, maybe a little frightened of your nails now pressing into his arm through his jacket.
“Nice to meet you, Jeremy, “ your neighbor, Brian, says with a smile not at all seeing the looks the two of you are sharing, “I’ll be seeing you later, (Y/N), and make sure you remind Michael about that get together. Piper would love for you two to come if you’re still in town.”
“Oh, I will. Thank you, Brian. Have a good night,” you say sweetly, giving a small wave.
Once he begins his walk back to his own home you tighten your grip on Jeremy’s arm and all but drag him towards the house, your dog hurrying along behind you. You unlock the front door and practically push Jeremy inside, slamming the door behind you.
“You’re an idiot,” you practically spit, bending down to unhook the leash on the dog’s harness and letting her go, “How could you be so fucking stupid?”
Jeremy looks confused and a little irritated.
“What the hell, (Y/N)? Geoff gave me the address of the safe house, I came… what’s the issue?” he asks, voice edging on really upset.
You take a deep breath and walk towards the kitchen, “Geoff gave you the address. Did you then look up the address in the crew’s safe house directory? Did you see what story we have here? Who we are, what we do? Did you see that here, in this neighborhood, Michael and I are a newlywed couple? This is our first home and we like our neighbors. We’re quiet and soft spoken, we don’t stand out? Because if you had you wouldn’t have showed up in the fucking RIMMY TIM MOBILE!”
You’re breathing heavily as you pull out a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey but you can’t help it. You, Jack, and Geoff take special care to cultivate these lives at each and every one of your safe houses. It’s how you’ve all managed to make it so far without getting caught or drawing suspicion.
Jeremy deflates a little and rubs the back of his neck with a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry… I was in such a hurry I didn’t think,” he says walking over, watching as you take the shot and your face screws up at the taste, “I can go hide the car, catch a ride back.”
You shake your head and sigh, “No. We’ve got car covers in the garage. You can take one and go cover that monstrosity.”
Jeremy nods and chuckles as he steps closer to you; his chest pressing firm against your side, his breath hitting the side of your neck and ghosting over your ear. “You never had a problem with it before. In fact, I know you love that car, (Y/N). You love driving it, riding in it, having a little fun in it…” his voice trails off and you feel your cheeks heat up.
“Go cover the car, asshole,” you scoff with a grin, taking another shot before shoving at his chest playfully.
With a laugh, Jeremy turns and heads towards the door to the garage that you point out to him. “But seriously, though,” he starts, opening the door and looking your way, “You and Michael are quiet, soft spoken newlyweds? That’s a little farfetched, don’t you think?”
“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes, “But you never know, maybe we fall into the lonely housewife cliché, too.”
“Oh, I sure hope so, Mrs. Jones,” Jeremy laughs and heads into the garage to grab the car cover.
You sigh and take one more shot, closing your eyes. “Why did I ever start dating such an idiot?” you question softly out loud, trying to stop the grin from spreading on your lips.
I didn’t mean for it to go this far
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FAHC AU
“Remind me to never go with you to tail someone again,” you mumbled, shifting around and turning your head to glance at the man sitting by your side. Gavin sighed softly and gave you a sad sort of look. He leaned forward and glanced around the room, “I’m sorry, (Y/N), this really wasn’t supposed to happen.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed softly, slumping in your chair that they had put you in.
“Oh, really? I thought you had planned for the crew boss we were following to have back up on every corner in a 4 block radius,” you spat, glaring at him, “Which, by the way, of course he would!”
Gavin’s sad, almost sympathetic look quickly hardened as he looked back at you. “Hey, I messed up, okay? But I’ll get us out of here, I promise,” he said, struggling a little against his binds. You sighed and bit your lip, spotting both of your weapons by the door.
“I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” Gavin grunted, pulling and pulling.
You nodded and hummed absently as you found a way to wriggle and twist your arms around to the front of you, silently thankful for your double-jointedness. Gavin groaned and let out a series of small squeaks. “We were just supposed to follow him, get some intel, and go back to the apartment… Maybe stealth kill a guard or two if they got in our way,” he mumbled, starting to sound more agitated.
With as much force as you could muster you slammed your wrists against your middle and the zip tie holding them together broke. You quickly bent down to untie your feet and ran to the door to grab your gun and knife. You came back and saw Gavin still struggling. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m almost… there,” he said, breathing heavily.
You chuckled and cleared your throat. “Gav,” you questioned, holding up your knife when he looked your way, “Ready to go?”
Ever since you started to do some contract work for the FakeAchievement Hunter Crew you kind of made it a point to avoid working jobs alonewith the Vagabond. You weren’t afraid to be around him, it was just that youfound his on-the-job personality to be extraordinarily tiresome. He was alwayson whenever the makeup went on his face and it just made working with himdifficult.
Somehow, however, you weren’t able to avoid going on a reconmission with him; and him being the Vagabond meant that he couldn’t just sitstill and observe when you needed to. He ended up strangling a member of arival gang and shooting another in the shoulder which caused you to pull himback into the car and floor it to get away.
“What are you doing? We could have taken them,” he demanded.
You scoffed and tightened your hands on the steering wheel, “Youwere too preoccupied thinking about getting those two you didn’t see thefucking snipers and back-up in the area. Honestly, do you even fucking think?”
“You worry too much,” he growled as he started to wipe hisface paint off, “Y’know… you’re really hot, it’s a shame you have thatpersonality.”
Once you turned off into a hidden back road outside of thecity, you slammed on your brakes and looked over at him with fire in your eyes.“My personality? For fuck’s sake! You’re the one who doesn’t give a shit aboutthe right thing to do. You’d rather put yourself and others in danger when it’snot fucking necessary,” you practically yelled at him.
Ryan (because now that his face paint was off he was Ryan)only smirked and leaned over the middle console to get in your face. “Shut upand kiss me,” he breathed with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.You very nearly snarled at him but leaned in to crash your lips against his, ifonly to get that stupid smile off of his face.
“I still hate you,” you mumbled against his lips, handsgrabbing at his jacket.
He laughed and nipped harshly at your lower lip, “Oh, thefeelings mutual.”
