I would like to host a zine or collab of some sort. i'd like to gauge interest for it as well as what is preferred for what it will be in the end. the theme would be centered around what goes on in los santos at night. it's as open to interpretation as it sounds
fake ah (and affiliated) crew zine interest gauge. i think this would be fun and cool but idk what y’all think. even if u don’t wanna participate it’d be cool if u filled it out.
this is Quite long (like as in just a block of text. i am so fucking sorry) and i honestly just rambled about how steven was before toxic pine/started toxic pine/how he met everyone in the crew. if u like these ill cry tbh
hwnt. steven suptic. clearly the leader. has been a kind of crew leader before he came to los santos with other smaller gangs that eventually disbanded. before he moved to los santos, he had a short double-team going on with himself and clayton, them both going by hwnt and cib respectively. when that job died down, he joined sourcefed on a whim. he knew the business they dealt with and knew he could get some more experience and maybe even try to work himself to the top. turns out if the gang you work for starts being unable to pay its members, theyll get pretty fucking pissed off. at one point steve met james during a lowkey robbery aftermath once they had gotten back to headquarters. they both kept an eye on each other when things were going rough. it was good to have in this type of job. he also met autumn around the same time, but by the time the three of them were on speaking terms, sourcefed was getting shut down and there was nothing to be done anyways. during his work with sourcefed he also freelanced with reina in their own little two-person team, super panic frenzy (super was reina, panic was steven, frenzy was them as a whole. i just came up with that lmao) they were a key part in sourcefed while the gang still stood but now have disbanded but keep in touch. between sourcefed going under and steven beginning his own crew, he reconvened with reina and had a small run as the boys only crew. technically it is still a running gang since neither of them cancelled it, but since steven began toxic pine they havent seen each other as often. when hwnt and cib came together again it was great, they were so excited to be back together and working towards the ultimate crew that owned los santos. then they took in james after a convenience store heist gone sour, and finally autumn shortly afterwards. and, through autumn, did steven learn about the roosters. the basic owners of los santos, the ones that ran not only los santos itself, but also san andreas and liberty city. the biggest crew around, like larger than what sourcefed was. there was still other groups around, but no one bigger than the roosters. once they were affiliated with the roosters they actually had more heists to plan and to execute, but that meant more people. more members. even guns for hire it didnt matter. steven knew parker from way back around the time he knew cib, and they had planned things but nothing ever went through. he came in to toxic pine for steven as their drug runner. he doesnt look it but it fits somehow. jeremy was next up after parker, whos apparently his best friend and happens to be an assassin. steven didnt really think twice about bringing him in. nit bc of his expertise, but because he didnt like how jeremy was looking at him so he just agreed with everything and said yes. andrew is kinda all over the place. they dont exactly remember where he came from, what he does or who he rlly is. he does help them with cars, lowjacking and keeping tabs on where they all store em. same with basically any bikes, trucks, copters, planes, etc. most of the time theyre on a skype call with him though, because hes always on the run. but he comes through faster than merryweather ever has. sami jo was, at first, just cibs tinder date but there was a hold up at where they had been eating dinner (probably just a taco bell), and sami jo immediately took action and knocked the guy out with his own gun. cib wasnt surprised that girls in los santos had basically special ops training but he wasnt about to question it. cib outright asked sami jo to join the crew and the rest is history. shes both their supply handler (along with parker) and also their getaway driver. ALFREDO IS. I DONT KNOW WHAT HE IS. WE PROBABLY NEVER WILL BUT HES PROBABLY LIKE. he probably just eats ammo. i dont know ok . jamie and mimi came as a pair. originally it was going to be just jamie, steven had actually been his sniper target foe the evening but instead jamie kind of. went through the 5 stages of grief about 4 times because they had met before and steven had been _nice_ to him, why should he kill him? (also i wanna say before jamie joined toxic pine he was Absolutely working with michael jarvis . maybe not specifically affiliated and In The Crew, but always being called bc jarvis wanted to see him) . jamie offered legit his Gun just to get out of the situation and steven just brings this info back to his crew and is like "what. do i do about this" and cib just immediately wants him in. everyone does bc famous sniper james allen mccune being in Their crew???????? like oof they got skill and power with this guy behind them. so they did, and along came with him mimi. she stays home most of the time during the heists, unless truly needed, because shes their basically fucking mercy healer. shes got a doctors background and knows how to suture in under like 3 minutes (without numbing but the boys deny it mostly) . however she is a Really good actress (and so is jamie) so sometimes theyll have either of them be distractions during heists.
title: he was struck by static to the heart.
word count: 992
ship: implied parker / sami jo
a/n: i’m back babey ;)
Maybe he’s just trying to be the person she wants to see, maybe he’s just desperate for a change. Maybe being a criminal wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
Parker enjoys working with the Sugar Pine Crew. Really, he does. All their loud banter, their pointless arguments about anything from missing leftovers to their next heist plans --- the same job has been put off for two weeks now, only because Steven keeps forgetting other plans ( ranging anywhere between his dad coming to visit, to movie plans with Cib ), but Parker doesn’t seem to mind. No one does, really, and the nonchalant dismissal of criminal scheduling makes him a bit uneasy sometimes. Not that it should, of course, but he can’t help it. Jeremy always just writes it off as poor management; Andrew shrugs, reminding Parker not to worry too much. No one can keep a steady routine or schedule in a city like this, he insists, and Parker just maintains an easy facade, a light expression. With an awkward laugh far too fake to believe, he agrees.
Routine always had been a give and take. Growing up in Los Santos, he learned to appreciate what little repetition he could find, buried beneath debris and dirt; gold amidst the useless, he thought, writing bank heists and armed robberies off as outliers and breaks in the expected norm. People, he thought, could thrive more in routine than in spontaneity --- as classmates fell victim to the criminal underbelly of the city, Parker continued to cling to this sliver of hope. Good people existed, he just had to find them. The beautiful beneath the broken, the diamonds in the rough --- they existed, and he soon found a treasure trove of just that.
The Los Santos Police Department, often the focus of criminal attacks and outlandish violence, contained some of the nicest people Parker has ever met. Though routine existed, it was often dashed with brief splashes of spontaneity, of the unexpected. He learned to appreciate these bursts in small quantities, preferring office work to being out on the ground. He enjoyed reading files on the larger crews, the lesser known crime lords scattered across the town he grew up in; as time progressed, the higher-ups began to consider a newer course of action. More intrusive, more dangerous --- as leadership shifted, these new plans began to be put into place. One by one, people Parker knew fairly well, coworkers he would share a cup of coffee with in the early mornings, or discuss the latest releases with in the afternoons, would end up disappearing from their desks. Weeks later, Parker would find out they were assigned a job somewhere else. Where, well, he was never told. He supposed it best not to ask, either.
It was three months later when his boss approached him with a proposition. This new position, he said, would be effective immediately. Parker feared the worst, nightmares of reassignment to a different office, or a different city, or a different state, all rushing through his mind even before his boss could continue; when he did, Parker paled immediately, eyes going wide. Despite the insinuations of danger and ever-present threats, he agreed to the job with little evident hesitation; his boss would crucify him in front of the whole squadron if he tried to chicken out, after all, and Parker didn’t exactly enjoy public humiliation. He could take it, could keep his mouth shut and center his breathing just long enough to detach anxiety from the situation, but this did not mean he enjoyed being embarrassed in front of his peers. Maybe that’s why they assigned him to infiltrate the Sugar Pine Crew from the inside, to befriend them and become a staple in the group. Maybe they recognized his stubborn nature, his tendency to distance himself from the opinions of others and to make the most of something despite public torment or obvious dislike. Maybe they just wanted to watch him squirm.
Befriending Steven Suptic was easy. Easier than Parker wanted it to be --- one misstep, three fervent apologies. He could play up the distressed civilian well, and the fearless crew leader seemed to take some pity in the sight; it made Parker’s stomach turn. Within the next few months, he became more acquainted with the rest of the group; he learned Steven’s greatest fear is turning into his father. He learned Cib’s real name is Clayton, and that he fled from Canada after a drug deal went south --- he learned that the Water Warriors couldn’t possibly be real, that Autumn has more of a criminal past than records show. Most of this, he figured out from context clues; the rest, he pulled from quiet one-on-one conversations. He considered confessing more times than he could count, played with the notion of admitting his true intentions to the people he’s come to confide in just as he does Jeremy and Andrew, but he couldn’t do that. Not after Steven cried through the entirety of Lilo & Stitch, not after Cib got drunk and told him about his unrequited feelings for his best friend. Not after he realized he may be helplessly in love with one of the crew’s newest members.
Sometimes, he misses his old office. His desk with post-it notes clinging to the screen, his snacks hidden in the back of the farthest drawer to the left --- sure, everyone bickered there, too, but he could deal with that. Friends arguing over who would go buy lunch, coworkers discussing who would get to interrogate the infamous Fake AH Crew next; rumor held that they were always given to the rookies first. Parker longs for that rush sometimes --- he knew it would always come, then pass, like tidal waves against the Santa Monica shoreline. He dreams of taking Sami Jo there some day, if only he could find the courage in his heart to ignore the truth and embrace the lie he has built for himself. Maybe he’s just trying to be the person she wants to see, maybe he’s just desperate for a change. Maybe being a criminal wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
