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I had the pleasure of commissioning @theknifegame again recently and I am so happy with the result!! I wanted to get a piece done with my dumb boys Anthony and Gareth, and she delivered ❤️ I love the way this turned out, it makes me so soft for them every time I look at it 🥺 Nika, thank you so much for taking my commission, your talent seriously never fails to amaze me.

If you ever get the opportunity to commission Nika, please do!! She is one of the best 💕

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Anthony and Gareth uwu

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*cough, cough* #71 from the drabble list for Anthony x Gareth, pls

Ahh bb thank you!! 💕 My mind went straight to some angst and softs, as it does asdfgh

71. “I’ve got you.”

Anthony sat at the edge of the cliff, hugging his legs to his chest as tears burned in his eyes. He just had another full-blown fight with his older brother, something that was becoming more and more frequent. Aaron had always hated Anthony, and Anthony never understood why. If it was because he came along and took attention away from Aaron, only two at the time of Anthony’s birth, Anthony knew that wasn’t his fault. But Aaron still held some sort of resentment for Anthony.

“Babe...hey, why are you sitting that close to the edge, you’re going to fall.” Gareth spoke softly as he walked up to Anthony. He didn’t want to startle him; Gareth could just picture Anthony jumping and going right over the edge. But he also didn’t want to just leave him there alone.

“I’m not gonna fall, relax.” Anthony said, turning to look at Gareth. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one before offering the pack to Gareth.

“I’d feel so much better if you’d scoot back a little. Please?” Gareth asked. Anthony sighed heavily and did as he was asked to, sitting with his legs bent and his elbows resting on his knees. Gareth went to sit next to Anthony, taking the cigarettes from him. He lit one before putting the pack back into Anthony’s pocket.

“You know I hate to see you cry.” Gareth said. Anthony shrugged, a barely-audible oh well falling from his lips as he looked away from Gareth. “No, look at me. Please tell me what’s wrong, I really can’t stand to see you this upset.”

“Aaron’s just being Aaron again. I can’t fucking stand him, I really can’t.” Anthony said. “Fucking telling me I’m still a waste, acting like I still can’t do anything right. I just want him to go move wherever the fuck Alex is now and just leave me the fuck alone--”

Gareth had cut off Anthony’s ranting with a soft touch; all he had to do when Anthony had gotten upset was touch his hand, and Anthony’s mind seemed to stop racing and he was able to breathe.

“Come here… you know you’re not a waste, or insufferable, or whatever else Aaron says to you. Okay?” Gareth held an arm out and, as if that was some command that Anthony was programmed to obey, he immediately cuddled into Gareth’s side. Gareth’s arm wrapped tightly around Anthony as he kissed the top of his head. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

They remained like that for some time, quiet and wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing a second cigarette between the two of them as the sun slowly set, and the sky turned a brilliant shade of red and purple.

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About the Character

I was tagged by @josephseeds-rosary, thank you babe! 💕

― your muse’s name:

Gareth Phillips

― one favorite picture / faceclaim of your muse:

His faceclaim is Bob Morley!

― two headcanons you have for your muse:

1. Gareth originally joined the Highwaymen with his younger sister after being given the choice to join or be killed. This was after the Highwaymen had killed his parents and older sister. After a couple of months, Gareth began liking the power he felt being with the Highwaymen, and it wasn’t until Hope County that he realized how he was becoming the terror that he had feared and wanted to change.

2. He loves to journal and draw, making note of everything he had seen that day. He tries to do it every day, if he’s able to. Once he becomes close with Anthony, he surprises him with portraits of Amaya (Anthony’s daughter) to help document her as she grows up.

― three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

1. He likes playing soccer and after the threat with the Highwaymen is gone (or at least severely diminished), he organizes teams in Prosperity and plays games against the surrounding communities.

2. Reading! Everywhere he goes, even when he was on official Highwaymen business, he takes a book or two and is always on the lookout for ones he hasn’t read in abandoned homes and camps.

3. He’s very passionate about weapon upgrading and building. He doesn’t see it as work, but as a hobby. He loves seeing what else he can come up with using old models as a starting point.

― seven people your muse loves/likes:

Anthony Seed, Amaya Seed (Anthony’s daughter), Isla Howard ( @josephseeds-rosary), Leah Phillips (his younger sister), Carmina Rye, an unnamed friend with the Highwaymen (because names are hard)

― a phobia your muse has:

Losing more people that he loves and cares about 

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I really suck at naming fics, so have this 1691 word fic I wrote for Anthony and Gareth last night. I love them and they deserve good, happy things. This is a little angsty, but it gets happy.

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Anthony was doing a good job at avoiding Gareth for a couple of days following the rather interesting encounter they had the week prior. Anthony still didn’t know what was wrong with him; he had never felt this way about anyone before, and had never thought he would find himself in love with a man. Not that he felt there was anything wrong with that—Alexander had come out three years ago and, while Anthony gave him a hard time because that’s just what Anthony did to everyone about everything, he hadn’t meant anything by it and made sure that Alexander knew that. But Anthony hadn’t thought that he himself would find love with a man.

Was it love? Anthony shook his head at the thought of that and sighed, nearly cutting his finger with the knife he was sharpening. Of course it wasn’t love, he didn’t fucking love Gareth. He hardly knew him, first off. Secondly, Anthony was still heartbroken over Christine leaving. Of course Gareth was just a place-holder until she eventually came home. It had been three years since she left, but Anthony was certain she’d come to her senses and return to Hope County to be with him and their daughter.

But Gareth did seem to light something in Anthony that Christine wasn’t able to. Anthony couldn’t remember feeling the butterflies in his stomach with Christine that he had heard Arielle talk about once before. When Anthony really thought about it, he didn’t even really like spending time with Christine that much, only getting to have sex with her. He used to leave after they were done, and he’d make up excuses to avoid hanging out with her other times. With Gareth, he seemed to be making excuses just to see him.

But it wasn’t love. Anthony knew he wasn’t built for love.

To prove it to himself, Anthony decided to avoid Gareth. It worked for a few days, but Gareth eventually found him and one thing led to another and Anthony found himself on his back with Gareth’s head between his legs, doing something that Anthony had never found that pleasurable when Christine would do it. But with Gareth, it was different. And it terrified Anthony.

So for the week following that, Anthony found every excuse he could to be away from Prosperity and far away from where the Highwaymen were gathering in larger groups. But, of course, Anthony’s luck had to run out eventually.

He had set up a small campsite near the prison on his way back to Prosperity, knowing he was getting tired and traveling while tired was more dangerous than stopping and sleeping for a couple of hours. Anthony never slept that much, anyway. He was alone, save for the dog he had decided to rescue from a Highwayman who had chained him to a tree and left him there.

Anthony was just about to put the small campfire out when he heard the sound of crunching leaves to his right. Grabbing the pistol that sat beside him on the ground, he trained it in the direction of the noise and held his breath. The dog’s ears perked up and he tilted his head to the side, but didn’t bark or get up to lunge at the person as they stepped through the trees.

“Fucking hell…of course it’s you.” Anthony said, rolling his eyes as Gareth pulled the bandana down away from his face. “You fucking following me? Goddamn creep…”

Gareth’s face fell as he heard Anthony’s words.

“I was out for a walk and saw a fire going… I just wanted to see who it was, I’m sorry.” Gareth tried to not sound so disappointed. He had been so excited when he noticed it was Anthony sitting at the fire, but now he wished he had just kept walking.

“Well, take the fucking hint that I don’t want you around and get out of here.”

“You don’t…Anthony, I think we need to talk. I thought we were—”

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s wrong.” Anthony interrupted, not even giving Gareth the chance to finish his sentence. Gareth took a deep breath and walked over to the campfire. He took his pack off his back, letting it fall in the dirt, before sitting down. He ran his hands through his hair and down his face, trying to gather his thoughts.

“I thought you were just busy, but now I’m thinking you’ve been purposely avoiding me,” Gareth said, “and that really hurts, Anthony. What we’ve been doing…does that mean nothing to you?”

“No. Why would it mean anything to me?” Anthony snorted and shook his head, trying to hide the blush that he felt creeping up onto his face as he remembered the way Gareth’s mouth had felt on him. “It was a stupid mistake and it’s not going to happen again, okay? Now go away, I need to sleep.”

“I get that you’re upset about your ex-girlfriend, but your mom told me that was three years ago—”

“You talked to my mother about us?!” Anthony jumped up suddenly, his pistol still grasped tightly in his hand. Tears were now burning in his eyes and he shook with shame and anger. Gareth was startled, nearly falling back, his hand reaching for his own pistol as a reflex.

“No—Anthony, there’s nothing to talk about! Unless there is, and that’s why you’ve been avoiding me.” Gareth said. Then, it hit him. The look in Anthony’s eyes and the way he always tried to brush everything off that they did together…it made sense now, and Gareth didn’t understand how he hadn’t put the pieces together until that point. Gareth had always done the same thing before he finally came out to his parents before they were killed. “Anthony, have you ever had feelings for another man before?”

Anthony didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned from Gareth to wipe the tears from his eyes that were threatening to fall. He braced himself before turning back to Gareth, looking at the other man sitting there, hating the way he thought Gareth’s dark eyes looked so beautiful with the fire reflecting off of them. Anthony sat down and reached for a stick to poke the fire, wishing that it would engulf him; he was certain that would hurt less than the conversation that Gareth seemed to want to have with him.

“I don’t have feelings for you.” Anthony said. “I just like the shit you do with your tongue, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Why? That’s a fucking stupid question, Gareth. Because it feels good, shit…why else would I like it?”

“You know there’s nothing wrong with being gay. I mean, your brother is married to a man, I know your parents wouldn’t hate you or anything for it.”

Anthony was quiet for a little while after that; Gareth mirrored his silence, not wanting to push him too far. Anthony took some deer meat that he had hunted earlier that day and tossed the package it was in towards Gareth without a word. Gareth had enough time to eat a piece before Anthony decided to reply to him.

“I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I was with Christine, we…fuck, we had a kid together. I’m not gay.” Anthony said. Gareth opened his mouth to speak, but Anthony held his hand up, silencing him before he could start. “But I just…fuck, Gareth, I don’t know! When Christine sucked me off, it never felt that good. And I get this feeling in my chest when you’re around me, even when we aren’t doing anything, all you have to be doing is sitting there like you are now with that stupid fucking look on your face and I just…it’s like I can’t breathe. I’ve never felt this before, and it scares me. And I don’t know why I’m even telling you this, you can run back to your Highwaymen friends and make fun of the stupid kid you met while infiltrating our base.” Anthony wiped his eyes again, not even bothering to hide it from Gareth.

Gareth listened without trying to interrupt Anthony again. He waited a moment to make sure that Anthony was done before slowly standing up. He walked around the fire, which was starting to die down a bit, and sat closer to Anthony. He gently took Anthony’s hand in his own and looked at Anthony, holding his attention.

“Does this make you feel anything?” Gareth asked as he gave Anthony’s hand a gentle squeeze. Anthony just blinked in response. “What about this?” Gareth raised Anthony’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles before resting his forehead against Anthony’s hand for a brief moment. Anthony pulled his hand away quickly; when Gareth looked up at Anthony, Anthony quickly closed the gap and kissed Gareth.

“I hate you…” Anthony said as he pulled away. Gareth chuckled before kissing Anthony again.

“Are you sure about that?” Gareth sat back, resting with his hands behind him, a smug look on his face. “Anthony, I’m being serious. If you really want nothing to do with me, I’ll understand. It will hurt, but if you’re still insisting that you feel nothing for me, tell me. I’ll leave you alone, I won’t come around Prosperity anymore. It’ll be like I left Hope County, I promise. I’m not asking you to name your feelings for me, I just need to know they’re there.”

Anthony picked at the skin next to his thumb and took a deep breath. He shrugged and gently pushed on Gareth’s chest, waiting for him to lay back before curling up next to him and resting his head on Gareth’s chest.

“You know I have feelings for you, you fucking idiot.” Anthony said, causing Gareth to laugh as he wrapped his arms around Anthony. “Can we talk about that in the morning? Right now, I just need you to hold me.”

“Yeah, I think I can handle that, baby.” Gareth said softly as he rubbed Anthony’s back. His other hand went to play with Anthony’s hair. Anthony smiled and cuddled closer to Gareth and closed his eyes. It didn’t take either man long to fall asleep.

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THE JAPANESE HOUSE - FACE LIKE THUNDER

Amber Bain is The Japanese House. Check out her video for “Face Like Thunder” directed by Gareth Phillips. Other recommended tracks: “Good Side In” & “Cool Blue”. 

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