summary: As if the storm had heard him and his quick dismissal, another deafening boom shook the room and a flash of lightning filled the sky once more, this one closer to the building he resided in than the last strike. A squeak of surprise escaped him as he burrowed further into the bed and pulled the covers over his head.
After being under the safety of the blankets for several minutes he finally realized what felt off about the bedroom, other than the semi-hurricane raging outside. He was the only one in the bed.
Which could only mean that Michael and Jeremy hadn’t made it home yet.
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pairing(s): jeremavin (jeremy/michael/gavin)
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With a resounding boom a clap of thunder shook the room Gavin had been, seconds before, sleeping soundly in. The younger man woke with a start, a small gasp escaping him from the sudden eruption of noise. The lightning that followed seconds after illuminated the room around him and the city below for a few seconds, while the torrent of rain battered against the windows of the apartment relentlessly. He laid his hand on his chest to try and quiet his thumping heart, when his brain finally caught up to the fact that it had been the storm that woke him and not someone setting off an explosion. A sigh of relief left him as he laid back against his pillow. It was nothing but a thunderstorm.
As if the storm had heard him and his quick dismissal, another deafening boom shook the room and a flash of lightning filled the sky once more, this one closer to the building he resided in than the last strike. A squeak of surprise escaped him as he burrowed further into the bed and pulled the covers over his head.
After being under the safety of the blankets for several minutes he finally realized what felt off about the bedroom, other than the semi-hurricane raging outside. He was the only one in the bed.
Which could only mean that Michael and Jeremy hadn’t made it home yet.
The thought of the two of them being out in such a storm sent Gavin’s heart hammering against his chest again. He instantly scoffed at his anxious thoughts, arguing internally with himself that it would take more than a thunderstorm to take down two of Los Santos's most fearsome criminals.
I don't know who, but I just really want 2 (or more) fakes going on increasingly stereotypical/ cutesy/ romantic dates but always insisting to the others it's just bros hanging out. Like it starts with just getting food or something but eventually they're like, going to build a bear together or spending the weekend away. The rest of the crew has known for a while and now there's a bet on about how far this can go before they have to admit they're together
Honestly first thought is this is peak mavin 😂 Just bros hanging out, giving each other nicknames, getting gifts, going on romantic dates. They both are just so scared of being in a ‘relationship’ they fail to realize they’re already in one 😆. Bonus if its jeremavin where Jeremy has known its been dates the whole time only to be very confused when michael and gavin seem surprised when jeremy points this out
Also this isn't a very fluffy headcanon or anything but IMAGGINEE (i've also been binging GTA vids so yeah) the lads having to create a distraction so that the crew can go forward with their heist plan. Cue dramatic and loud fight between Michael and Jeremy over who gets to hit on the hot British boy because "I saw him first" & of course people are watching, recording on their phones as these two meathead boys r fighting over this guy who is just watchin in delight & laughin the whole time(1/2)
(2/2) so in the end the plan goes as smoothly as any AH heist goes and now after all the celebrating Gavin has an armful of boys who he just wants to state that "he loves them both dearly and could never choose between them" and so commence the kisses and snuggles and Gavin falling asleep sandwiched between his two stocky boys who he loves and they love him <3 ok so i guess that did get pretty fluffy (I really got this idea from the 1st Cayo Perico heist vid)
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I really got the sense from this from that Road to El Dorado fight scene where they pretend to battle over some perceived loss of honor? And it’s all overdramatic and boasting and teasing and they get really close and giggly up to one another while they banter and fight and tease, leaping on rooftops because they can and generally making enough of a ruckus to get away clean.
This is the *same* vibe as the Lads trying to create a distraction. Michael and Jeremy just screaming at each other in as *dramatic* a fashion as possible, just full tilt almost-brawl over Gavin who just simpers and pouts and pretends to try to “break it up” in as probably whore-ish of a way as possible (when he’s not breaking character to laugh). The folks on their phones are just like “omg what is going on” and switching back and forth between “this is better than mtv” and “should we call the cops”???
Eventually they saunter off, Gavin with a boy on each arm and Michael and Jeremy pulling out of a fist fight to ‘kiss and make up’ with the whole crowd just staring, jaws dropped, at what went down. Jack and Geoff and the rest of the crew had easily robbed the bank when everyone’s attention was on what was happening in the lobby anyways. All they had to do was get back to the safehouse, where - as you say - they fall asleep happily smushed between each other, Gavin kissing slight bruises from their slightly over-zealous fake fight, promising that he loves both of them dearly.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jeremy Dooley/Gavin Free/Michael Jones, Jack Pattillo/Geoff Ramsey
Characters: Gavin Free, Michael Jones, Jeremy Dooley, Geoff Ramsey, Jack Pattillo
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Kings AU, Kidnapping, Violence, Injury, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Camp Nanowrimo, Only One Bed
Summary:
Gavin had it all. He was a prince, the next in line to the throne. He had two parents who loved him and would do anything for him. He was quite happy with his life, as long as he ignored the lonely feeling that was growing with each day.
Then, he got kidnapped by two bandits from his own home, the one place he felt safe. However, these two men may end up being just what he was missing.
Ryan on a long roadtrip - moving somewhere or business trip kind of thing, and his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.
Single-lane highway cutting through a forest/national park kind of deal up in the mountains.
No phone reception to speak of and no choice but to walk however many miles to the gas station he passed a sign for a mile back.
Thing is?
There’s something in the forest, right? He first noticed it when there was a construction detour that took him where he is, glanced over and saw something in the woods keeping pace with his car.
And, like.
He’s going at least tend, fifteen miles over the speed limit in a bid to make up for time lost on this detour.
Whatever is out there veers into the woods when the highway curves, and he’s like.
Well.
Maybe he imagined it?
Sunny day and trick of the eye/play of shadows and he’s been driving for hours at that point, so.
Yes?
But half an hour later there’s a rock outcropping ahead of him overlooking the highway and something up there that’s gone by the time he drew even with it.
Too far away to make it out, and there are trees casting shadows and all that but he swears there was something there.
A few more instances where he knows (he thinks?) he saw something out there before the sun went down and he was driving down that single-lane highway in the dark.
Before his car died on him and he had to get out and check things using his (mostly) useless cell phone as a makeshift flashlight to see if he could fix it.
Which, or course he couldn’t.
So then the Walk of Doom, and he swears he’s seen horror movies that start like this?
Keeps hearing things, seeing things, as he walks along.
Owls and foxes and other things?
But also whatever he saw (thought he saw) earlier.
Big.
Fast.
Stalking him?
Hairs on the back of his neck raising and Bad Feeling and seriously, seriously, super not fun?
Eventually (somehow) he gets to the gas station without being horribly murdered in the dark.
Discovers it’s attached to a little truckstop kind of diner, open 24 hours, and wouldn’t you know it?
Geoff’s there.
(Not that Ryan knows him at that point, but shhhh.)
Geoff’s there, and so is Jack and the two of them are bickering about something or other at the counter, and look up in surprise when Ryan walks in.
Get decent business during the day, but not so much this late at night. Long haul truckers and the like every so often, people on roadtrips pushing themselves kind of thing.
Also, idiots like Ryan, but whatever.
Jack dips back into the kitchen while Geoff is like, all country charm (or Geoff’s idea of country charm) on Ryan.
Makes all the right noises when Ryan tells him about his car breaking down and wouldn’t you know it, the gas station/garage has its very own tow truck?
Turns out Jack runs the diner and Geoff runs the gas station/garage and they’ve been in business together for years.
Because of course.
Jack comes back out with thermoses of coffee for the both of them because Ryan’s not their first poor bastard with a broken down car on the side of the road in the middle of the night and all.
“Really?”
“Uh, yeah. Come to think of it, that does sound weird, right?”
(Only you know, not, but shhhh, Plot Reasons.)
So Geoff and Ryan drive back to his car where Geoff putters about trying to see if he can get it started again - he can’t - and they tow truck the fuck out of it for the drive back to the gas station/garage.
Ryan plays flashlight handler throughout, stands next to Geoff when he pokes at the car engine and whatnot and they chitchat in between Geoff trying different fixes for Ryan’s car.
Get engine grease and oil on hands and smeared on faces when wiping sweat out of eyes and the whatnot and look, okay, look, shit happens. (Also I’m weak for this stuff, give me a break.)
Nothing can be down without replacement parts and the whatnot, because of course.
Anyway!
Just when they’re about to get back in the tow truck for the drive back Ryan hears something in the woods around them again, whips around with the flashlight trying to get a good look at it and such.
Shushes Geoff when he’s trying to pinpoint where the noises are coming from and all that, but to no avail.
Geoff suggests it’s a deer or something, maybe even a bear because why not, and c’mon, Ryan, Jack’s probably got their food ready. (Because you know. Food and hungry idiots and just. Yes.)
Ryan’s like “...Alright” and off they go!
But of course as soon as Geoff starts up the tow truck there’s a fuckin’ wolf howl right fucking there.
Ryan’s like !!! because of course he is, and idk, wolves aren’t supposed to be in the area at all???
Geoff is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because the tow truck’s engine is just so loud, you know? Big ol’ diesel or whatever, and rumblerumblerumble what was that, Ryan???
Get back to the gas station/garage/diner/truck stop and go over estimates and such - gonna take a few days for said parts to get there, but conveniently there’s also a motel there?
More like a couple of cabins, because nearby lake and honestly, the weird plot convenience things are everywhere but, uh.
Yeah.
Geoff cuts Ryan sweet deal on a cabin until he can get Ryan’s car fixed and Ryan’s like, God, yes, whatever, because he’s exhausted at that point.
Takes whatever Jack cooked up to go and crashes in his cabin. Food shoved in his facehole and dead asleep in under an hour. Barely even registers the wolf howls and the whatnot.
And then!
Next day and Ryan’s like shit because his schedule is way ruined and just.
Yes.
Everything seems pretty normal, just your typical middle of nowhere America and all that?
Songbirds and all that nonsense all over the place as Ryan heads to the diner for breakfast and all that.
Jack’s not there, because night shift, but in his place is Jeremy, because of course.
Chatting to this scrawny asshole in Gavin, back from a trip or whatever and stopping for coffee a bite to eat before heading on to the next town over where he lives/works/whatever.
Ryan’s like awkward mcawkward, especially with the way Jeremy’s attention snaps to him like whoah?
All weirdly intense and stuff for a moment before he dials it back, puts on the cheerful face and greets Ryan. Gavin joining in because new face???
And then small talk as Ryan eats breakfast, says goodbye because he forgot to grab something out of his car the night before and all that.
Feels like he’s being watched (Jeremy and Gavin???) as he walks across the parking lot.
Geoff’s not in at the garage, also because night shift, but wouldn’t you know it? Michael is. (Look, I know.)
ANYWAY.
Michael watches him the whole time, shrugs when Ryan tells him he forgot this thing in his car and waves him over to where it’s parked and so on.
Ryan grabs the thing, thanks Michael and all and scurries back off to the cabin.
And just kind of fucks around for the day, makes phone calls and whatever to explain he’ll be late and so sorry and so on.
Takes a nap because still tired from pushing so hard on the roadtrip, and wakes up just before night falls. (Some would call it dusssssk.)
Hungry, so diner?
Finds Geoff and Jack and friendly small talk while they eat and the whatnot, and Ryan nearly dies when he takes a big sip of (diet coke, because of course) and the fucking wolves start up right fucking there.
Or, like.
Somewhere in the woods nearby, but yeah.
Howling up a storm and Ryan slowly turns to look at Geoff who clearly hears it too?
But is like, wow, this food is just so darn good! Also! Must concentrate on chewing it the recommended amount so as not to choke and die! :DDDDDD
But he can’t keep it up forever and he just sighs, looks over at Ryan and is like.
So.
Spins a story about wolves moving down from the national park just north of there a few years ago and all that.
Got some rangers studying them and their movements and it sounds pretty legit?
But no, okay, no.
Geoff is all eyes darting towards Jack to see if he’s still telling a believable story and this weirdly nervous laugh and something is clearly going on?
But Ryan’s like.
Okay! :D and all.
Just goes along with it (only not so much) and finishes his dinner and turns in early - man he’s just working off that sleep debt, you know? - and then Scooby Doos some shit or whatever.
Flashlight and pack from his car and off into the woods he goes following the howls and whatnot and it’s not long before he’s in deep.
A mile into the woods at least, gas station/garage/diner/whatever the hell else far behind him and just.
Dark, dark woods. Eerie as hell and those damn howls.
Goes chasing after them, and if gets him in trouble because of course it does.
Fricking wild boar or something, and he’s just like.
Shit.
Reaches for his bag and wouldn’t you know it?
Has all these interesting things in there like wooden stakes and bottles and vials of holy water, silver bullets and other such things.
A gun, too.
Pretty little thing, but it’s not something that would do much to stop an angry wild boar in its tracks, you know?
More for silver bullets and the like and he really should have brought something with more stopping power along but - like an idiot - he didn’t think he’d need it.
After something that wasn’t a fan of silver instead, and a little tunnel-vision of him, wasn’t it?
Anyway, anyway, just as he thinks getting murderized by a wild boar is going to be part of his obituatry (assuming anyone found him) the wolves show up.
Only...obviously not normal wolves, you know?
Big motherfuckers, huge, and they chase off the wild boar.
Well, most of them do.
Because there’s a whole pack - four? Five? - and most of them take off after the mountain lion, but one of them stays behind.
Lankier than the others, fur that looks black in this light and blue, blue eyes on Ryan and just.
“Uh, hey,” because clearly not a normal wolf in the way Ryan’s not just a normal guy.
The fact it and its buddies didn’t just let the mountain lion have a go at him or come at him themselves says a lot.
(Things like probably not a problem he needs to deal with, which is always nice, but also? What now???)
Because these kind of wolves (Were) are usually not all that ofnd of people like him. (Hunters.)
The wolf huffs, and Ryan swears it rolls its eyes at him before turning and walking off a little ways. Stops to look back to see if he’s following, and makes this annoyed noise because he wasn’t, but uh.
Then he does, and the wolf huffs again before it starts walking.
Ryan is super confused/awkward as hell, but not like he has anything better to do, and follows along.
The wolf slows down until they’re even and then it’s this lovely little moonlit stroll back to the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.
Ryan starts...rambling.
Some random topic that gets little sideways looks from the wolf, occasional grumbles or huffs and so on.
And Ryan, okay.
Weirdly enjoying the walk - they hear the others howling or barking in the distance, but pretty obvious they’re out shenanigating and in no danger and all that - and all too soon they’re back at the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.
Awkward little moment where Ryan looks down at the wolf that’s absolutely laughing at him before it ambles back into the woods and Ryan’s like, well, fuck.
Hunter of some renown or whatever, but not all fantatic about it.
Got a call from a friend next town over about weird shit that’s been happening and maybe if he’s not too busy he could swing by, and then the untimely car troubles and these asshole werewolves.
Probably not them? But he’s got a few days to kill until his car’s fixed so why not do some checking around.
And he does.
Chit-chats with Geoff and Jack and the others when he gets a chance.
Definitely something totes suspicious with them but nothing that pings his Bad Feeling meter, so he figures they’re not a problem he has to deal with.
A few days later the parts for his car come in and he watches Geoff and Michael fix his car up real good -
Maybe pays special attention to Geoff during it, you know? Guy’s under his car on the little rolly thingy (words no work now) and when they get it up on the lift he’s there too.
Maybe some shirt riding up action and it’s not like Ryan’s a saint, you know? Also Michael totally catches him checking Geoff out and Ryan has the choice of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment? OR he could just look Michael dead in the eye and do that eybrow raise thing he does like hey, buddy, he’s not dead, okay?
Michael snorting because jfc, this idiot, but also kind of...impressed isn’t the right word but you get it, right?
ANYWAY.
Ryan’s car gets fixed and he heads out to see that friend of his, who, it should be noted, is of course fricking Lindsay.
She runs a little vet clinic in this adorable little touristy kind of town or some animal rescue. (Both, definitely both.)
Weird shit still happening and oh, thank goodness you made it, Ryan!!1!
Ryan is like ??? because wow,what a reception, and also -
“You forgot to mention the werewolf pack.”
Because could have been a problem?
(Lot of Hunters would have killed them, no questions asked because they’ve all got their stories and this long-running history with werewolves and just. Not a good idea to forget to mention that kind of shit, you know?)
Lindsay’s like ??? until she realizes and is just :O because, fuck.
Asks Ryan if he killed them - please say no, they’re just idiots, omg Ryan, please say no!!!
Ryan is kind of tempted to let her sweat it for a little bit longer, but no, because cruel? And also she will absolutely get revenge on him if he freaks her out for shits and giggles.
Tells her the idiot werewolves are fine, no trouble with them and that they even helped him out and just.
Yeah.
Anyway, since he can’t go investigating the weird shit until nighttime (Plot Reasons) she puts him to work as an extra pair of hands at the clinic/rescue.
He meets one of the volunteers - Fiona, and definitely not human, but he’s not sure what she is? - and these assholes in Trevor and Alfredo stop by at some point.
Complete assholes, but Lindsay clearly likes them and he honestly can’t tell if they’re human or just weird as fuck and stops trying because it hurts his brain.
He’s staying at Lindsay’s - nice ranch-style house that goes along with the clinic/rescue - and takes a nape before nightfall and his Investigation.
Goes out - this time he brings something a little bit heavy-duty than that handgun of his for those silver bullets, just in case.
Checks out the area Lindsay told him about and finds tracks and the whatnot.
Claw marks on tree trunks and in freaking stone - boulders and cave walls and fucking fuck, what the hell did Lindsay get him in to out here?
Like.
Nothing he can’t handle, but still. He was on vacation before all this.
Hunting is serious business and all? But it hardly pays the bills, and he does It or whatever else gives him a flexible schedule and opportunity to work from home and not have to explain horrendous wounds/injuries his second job gives him every so often.
ANYWAY.
Nothing conclusive the first couple of nights? But the third, fourth, one and Something is watching him.
Something that gets his Bad Feeling meter screeching at him and then something’s slamming into him and for God’s sake, why is it always like this?
And then pain, because those fucking claws and thank God he’s got something in the way of body armor under his clothes (CONVENIENT) and those claws slice through it, sure, but his insides stay where they’re supposed to so A++++ for that.
Some tussling and wrasslin’ and all that until he manages to stab it with a knife - silver to it, because it’s one of those multi-purpose things, but it doesn’t slow it down too much.
Makes it angry as hell and Ryan fumbling for the shotgun that he lost when it hit him and some shots fired.
Angry shriek, glowy red eyes and Ryan about to get disemboweled low whoah, but then these wolf howls and then actual wolves (were) and talk about last minute save by the cavalry, you know?
Whole damn pack and not at all happy with this fucker in their territory and lots of growling and snarling. A few pained yelps and wolves (were) being tossed about before running back into the fray and just.
A lot of shit going on, you know?
Whatever the hell is out there with them gets some good hits in and then goes running off to wherever.
Ryan’s not doing great (still alive, though), and the same goes for the wolves.
Ryan’s like.
“Well, shit,” because one of the wolves is limping, another has this bloody wound along its ribs and just - they’re all a mess.
Make their way back to the clinic/rescue and wake Lindsay and Fiona up - neither of them are thrilled with Ryan or the wolves, but not like anyone would be.
They get patched up Heavily Judged and then it’s Ryan telling Lindsay about their super exciting brush(es) with death out there.
A few ideas on what it could be - wendigo, it’s totes a wendigo - and all that and just.
Yeah.
Ryan and the wolves get kicked out of the exam/surgery room of the clinic/rescue because all fixed now, time for sleeps.
Ryan is just like, huh, as the three smaller wolves form a puppy pile in Lindsay’s living room. One of the bigger wolves curls up nearby and keeps an eye on them and the last one -
Dark fur that looks almost black in this light and blue, blue eyes on Ryan is just.
Watching him, at least until Lindsay goes over and looks down at it, hands on her hips and “Something to say, Geoffrey?”
Because of course it’s Geoff, and he sighs. Looks over at Ryan who is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because he knows better than to cross Lindsay. (He still does it, but he’s gotten better at hiding it/running for his damn life before she finds out.)
Heads off to the guest room he’s using while Lindsay interrogates Geoff. Doesn’t know what he’s thinking when there’s the sound of a werwolf shifting and Geoff’s voice all “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I may be an idiot, but how dare you call me stupid,” like an absolute idiot and laughter in his voice and just.
Yeah.
Anyway!
Some stuff about Geoff and the others smelling a wendigo prowling the borders of their territory and going looking for it - whole reason Ryan saw them that first day - and so on.
Ryan showing up making things all complicated because no way to know if he’s going to be trouble for them and various shenanigans up to them saving him from the wild boar and just.
That thing where they team up to deal with the thing that almost killed them? (Kill it if it comes to that, but yeah.)
Planning and plotting, maybe a touch of scheming and also a lot of awkward flirting and feelings between Ryan and Geoff and everyone knowing about it?
Because werewolves and also Lindsay being Lindsay? Fiona being Fiona and who the hell knows with Trevor and Alfredo, also that Matt guy that’s just like. There?
Seriously.
Ryan has no fucking idea where he came from, but nobody seems to care and just. Not important to know what that’s all about.
Anyway.
Thing where they use squishy human Ryan as bait (no one’s a fan of the idea but it’s the best one they have) and then shit goes wrong.
Ryan almost dies, but thankfully he’s got a pack of werewolves on his side and the wendigo’s the one who dies.
And then Ryan healing up and such while the werewolves loiter about.
Or, like.
Geoff, really, since Jack has to deal with the diner and Michael takes care of the gas station/garage and Gavin goes with them, and then.
Uh.
Awkward flirting while Linday is freaking dying at how dumb they are? (Fiona is ignoring them because no, just no. She’s got enough pining idiots in her life, what with Gavin and Jeremy and Michael being the most clueless fucks to ever live.)
Eventually Lindsay has enough of their bullshit and is like. “OH MY GOD,” and tells them they either need to figure their shit out or get their pining asses out of her house and then kicks them out anyway.
To, like.
Feed the rescue animals and the whatnot? But also akwardly talk about feelings and all that and then, you know.
Smooches in front of the birds of prey habitat/house/whatever Lindsay’s got going on for them.
Which he does, because while he is super happy with smooching Geoff and all that they did just meet.
Might be a good idea to see if they like one another while not involved in potentially deadly situations and all that.
So the whole long distance relationship for a while? Phone calls and video calls and virtual dates. Well, one, before they break down lauging at how ridiculous it kind of is?
Ryan taking a few days for himself and heading back to the gas station/garage/diner/whatever for a few days and actual dates. (Plus smooches and fade to black scenes because woo-hoo, in the SIMs vernacular.)
And then!
Geoff being :(((((((((((((((((((((( because things are great between him and Ryan?
But werewolf and he loves his pack, assholes that they are, but he misses Ryan because he smells real nice and he’s got that soothing/beloved heartbeat and all this other stuff that would super creepy in a different context because what the fuck, but because werewolf it’s just really sweet.
ANYWAY.
Ryan’s like, “Hmmm,” like he hasn’t been talking to Lindsay - and Jack - about getting a place out there.
Because the whole thing of him being in IT for a day job and working from home, and wouldn’t you know it there’s a nice little house/cabin-thing out by the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.
Other side of the lake where Jack and the Lads have cabins/whatevers and cozy and shit and enough room for two, if Geoff feels like moving in???
Takes Geoff on a little walk around the lake while he’s there for weekend or something, stroll right on up to that house/cabin-thing and mentions something about what a great view of the lake it must have in the morning?
Geoff’s like, hmm, yeah, because sure why not? Kind of sad because Ryan’s supposed to leave in the morning and it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye when he leaves?
And then Ryan’s going up the steps, wiping dust/whatever off the windows to look inside and Geoff’s like.
“Uh, maybe don’t do that?” because wow, no?
The owners are never around have been trying to sell it for years, but still, you know?
Ryan looking back at him all ??? because why not?
Geoff a little annoyed as Ryan just keeps on being obllvious about what a bad idea all that poking around the house/cabin thing is until Ryan’s like >:DDDDDD and pulls out a key to unlock the front door and walks on in.
Geoff being !!! before following him, still confused as he follows Ryan around inside until he realizes he can smell Ryan.
Like.
All over the place inside, scent a few days old and he’s like “What the f - “ as he checks the place out.
Realizes all the cardboard boxes around the rooms aren’t dusty at all, have Ryan’s scent and handwriting all over them.
Turns to see Ryan standing there trying to look like a smug bastard?
But he smells nervous, and he’s projecting awkward as hell and just.
“Ryan?”
Ryan and a nervous laugh and telling Geoff that the rent on his place is way overpriced and he doesn’t like his neighbors all that much. (Mutual kind of thing, but no need for Geoff to know about that.)
Babbles on for a bit before he gets to the part about Lindsay and Jack helping him look for a place out here. Ryan packing up his life and dropping it all off here a few days ago.
Figured things with Geoff were going well enough he was ready to do something about it.
And if things don’t work out, it’s not like he can’t just move somewhere else afterwards, you know? Just getting by where he was living and potential for something good here with Geoff and the others if he took a risk, and -
“Geoff?”
Geoff just staring at Ryan like Ryan doesn’t fucking know - good? bad?? indifferent??? - and then he’s being tackled, the two of them hitting the floor hard because idiots, but, you know.
Geoff laughing and smooching him - and also calling him an idiot and an asshole and -
“Wow, Geoff, wow,” because hurtful words and Ryan’s delicate heart and Geoff just.
Shaking his head and this fond look and Ryan’s laughter trailing off as he looks at Geoff.
Old asshole, sure, but he’d got some good traits in there too. (Everyone says so.)
“Asshole,” Geoff says, and there’s this...his voice doesn’t break, he’s not a fucking adolescent, but there’s a lot of emotion in there, and then there’s some smooching to keep Ryan from making fun of him, which Ryan was kind of angling for anyway, so it’s all good.
Fandom: ragehappy
Ship: pre-Jeremavinwood, established Jeremavin & Mavinwood
Words: 500
Tags: college au, vampire!Ryan, werewolf!Jeremy, emotional h/c
Summary: Jeremy knows they aren't pack and Ryan isn't his alpha. His instincts keep insisting otherwise.
For Caliope, who asked for some h/c Jeremwood in my Misfits series <3
Read it here on Ao3 or read stories early on my patreon!
“Jeremy?”
The voice cracked like a whip through the silence. Jeremy flinched, hunching his shoulders. He could feel the presence of his alpha hovering above him, dark and watchful. He licked his lips and forced a smile, glancing up without meeting the alpha’s eyes.
“Hi Ryan.”
Jeremy swallowed down a whine, ducking under the vampire’s steady gaze. Too flippant, damn it, he knew better than that. Respect the alpha was the first rule he learned, and the one he found hardest to shake. Ryan wasn’t Preston, wasn’t alpha, but-
He felt much more like alpha than Preston ever had.
“Is everything… alright?” Ryan asked delicately, the suspicion in his tone hitting Jeremy hard. Disappointment echoed through Jeremy’s head, and he curled himself into a tighter ball.
“Fine,” he lied. The disbelief came off Ryan in waves, and Jeremy bit his cheek to stop the whine the feeling provoked. Nothing was fine because Alpha was disappointed, Alpha hated him, didn’t trust him. Barely tolerated him in his pack, still looking for a different pack to foist him off to-
A whine escaped Jeremy at the thought.
He was being unfair, he knew. It was more complicated than that, Michael, Gavin, and Ryan weren’t pack, weren’t even wolves… Yet he couldn’t help but look at Ryan and think alpha, feel safe where it smelled of him, of them. Didn’t help that Ryan was fucking hot. If he were still human, Jeremy would offer his blood in a heartbeat in exchange for a night of fun.
And maybe, if Ryan were actually his alpha, maybe then he would find the courage-
A hand landed on his head and Jeremy tensed. Fingers drew small circles, gently massaging his scalp. His eyes drooped, and without conscious thought Jeremy leaned into the touch. Ryan hummed, a sound Jeremy couldn’t sort right away. Content? Thoughtful? Jeremy tried to scramble his wits together, but the touch remained, light and distracting.
A weight settled down next to him, and Jeremy tipped over, melted into the warmth. Ryan didn’t object, running his fingers through his short hair.
“Ryan?” Jeremy whined, confused. This… This wasn’t something Jeremy got, this affection, it was something reserved for Gavin and Michael-
“Shush,” Alpha murmured, nails scratching gently behind his ears. “You’re okay, Jeremy.” A moment of hesitation, then, “Good boy.”
Jeremy closed his eyes and coasted on the warm feeling the praise called forth. It was heady, and he wasn’t sure how much time passed, must have nodded off because he woke to a heavy weight settling on top of him. Ryan’s rhythmic strokes kept going, his chest still under Jeremy’s cheek, a stark contrast to Michael’s loud breathing.
With an oof from Michael the couch dipped under another weight as Gavin joined the pile. Jeremy let their soft voices lull him back to sleep, under Alpha’s careful watch. He knew eventually he would need a real pack soon, but until then… Until then he could at least pretend this makeshift family was his, too.
