#treremy

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team lock n’ load & trevor + jeremy lockscreens for @rise-against-the-machine !!

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[atravellerstale-meg]

Could you possibly do a JeremyxTrevor story? Like within the GTA V FAHC, whrer they've been secretly dating, but then someone catches them, so they have to explain. It's okay if not!

@ah-giggles - sorry about the delay! This prompt got a bit out of hand, but was a ton of fun to write. I hope you like it!

Jeremy was sat in the penthouse, cleaning his guns. Most of the rest of the crew was out working on some upcoming job and he was trying to burn off the nervous energy as best he could, but he was nevertheless caught off guard when someone dropped down on the couch next to him. He looked over to find Gavin staring at him.

Now, it wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t like Gavin. In fact, before joining the crew, he could honestly say he had looked up to the guy. But after joining the veneer of the Golden Boy had fallen away and taken Jeremy’s admiration with it. And as he’d struggled to get used to the difference between Gavin’s persona and Gavin himself, he’d apparently caught the eye of the man in question, who’d started following Jeremy about and asking him odd questions and pestering him at all hours of the day and being way too cuddly for Jeremy’s liking. It hadn’t taken long for Jeremy’s shock to turn into a kind of playful mock-hatred.

So he sighed and resigned himself to another round of ‘what ifs’. After a moment, when nothing came, he raised an eyebrow at Gavin, quickly growing concerned when he saw the serious look on his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

Instead of answering directly, Gavin tilted his head and asked, “Do you know what my role in the crew is?“

“Resident pain in the ass?”

“I’m the hacker.” He paused, shrugged, and corrected himself, “Well, one of two now. But this means I’m in charge of crew security. The cameras around the penthouse, background checks on new members,” he waved his hand, “it all goes through me.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

Gavin gave a half-smile. “You know Lindsay?”

“Yes?” Jeremy said, feeling more lost than ever.

“Well, when she first showed up, she was helping Michael betray the crew. Geoff got shot in the back of the head and almost died, Ryan had to face down the entire police force and almost died, I was in a tank and… All in all, it was a mess.”

“Oh.”

“And so there’s kind of been this unofficial rule that we have to make everyone aware of any and all relationships.”

“…Oh.”

“And you and Trevor aren’t as slick as you like to think you are.”

Jeremy looked down at the gun in his hand, slotting the pieces back into place as his mind raced. Eventually he asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Oh.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gavin shift, crossing one leg over the other. “Were you ever going to tell us?”

“At some point.”

“And why didn’t it come up sooner?”

“Because… I didn’t think it was important?”

There was a moment of silence before Gavin spoke again, voice uncharacteristically frosty, “Jeremy, when you joined the crew, you told us about Matt. Everything I can find suggests that you already knew Alfredo and Trevor back then too, but you only told us about Matt, and we hired him. We then hired Trevor under different circumstances - again, you didn’t tell us about him - and he quickly rose through the ranks and became the boss. And one of the first things he did was hire Alfredo. The four of you were pretty much a crew in your own right, and without telling the rest of us about your relationships to each other, you infiltrated our crew. I’m giving you one chance to explain how this isn’t an attempted takeover.”

“Well, when you phrase it like that, it sounds really bad.” He placed the gun back on the table. “I honestly just didn’t think of it.”

“Really?” Gavin’s voice dripped with disbelief.

“Really! Trevor and I were kind in the middle of a tiff when I joined the crew, and I was scared of rocking the boat with you guys, and I-” Jeremy cut himself off, anxiety sending his heart rate through the roof, and took a moment to try and calm himself.

“I know I messed up,” he said a moment later, keeping his voice even and his head down, afraid to meet Gavin’s eyes. “I was just so excited to be a part of your crew and didn’t want to mention the others because I was afraid you’d see me as a traitor or something.”

“Still not convinced you aren’t.”

“I- I didn’t want to mention anything, but Trevor didn’t like that and we kinda didn’t talk for a while, and then you guys asked if I knew anyone else good for the crew and things weren’t great with Trevor so I just mentioned Matt, and then he went behind my back and got hired anyway and that didn’t make things any better, and then when we finally patched things up we’d been in the crew for long enough that it felt awkward to say ‘hey, I actually know this person, we’re totally fucking, sorry we pretended to be strangers for about a month’!” Jeremy sighed, wringing his hands. “So… yeah. That’s the truth.”

Gavin drummed his fingers on his knee, watching Jeremy closely, before jumping to his feet and giving a cheery, “Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Yep! I believe you. And I don’t think you’ve got any ulterior motives. So we’re good.” He tilted his head. “But if I find out you’ve lied, I’m gonna sic the Vagabond on you. Battle Buddies or no, I don’t think he’d be too happy to find out someone was conspiring against him again.“ And then Gavin grinned, all teeth, and walked away, firing one last comment over his shoulder, "You better come clean with everyone else!”

Jeremy dropped his head down on the back of the sofa, cursing his own past stupidity and balking at the thought of having to go over that conversation again with every other member of the crew.

That evening, he made his way to Trevor’s room to have a conversation with him about everything. As he was let in he felt himself relax a bit. The far too tidy room with glow in the dark stars painted on the ceiling was as familiar to him as his own, and the sight of Trevor’s smiling face, always so happy to see him, settled something within him.

“What’s up, baby boy?” Trevor asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You’ve got your serious face on.”

Jeremy cracked a smile, sitting beside him. “My serious face?”

“Mhmm. Last time I saw that was, ooo, five years ago? When you came over to tell me that you’d been doing criminal activities,” Trevor said, wiggling his fingers to try and keep the mood light. “Ah, now that was a fun night!”

Jeremy nodded, a pang of nostalgia shooting through his chest as he remembered the conversation. Sitting beside Trevor on a battered couch instead of a neatly made bed, the strange, cautious look he’d gotten when Jeremy confessed to having done something bad, the ‘Where’s the body?’ he’d said in response in a tone just shy of joking. The nerves rushing through Jeremy’s veins as he told Trevor about his thieving, unsure if this would be the end of their relationship, if he’d leave that apartment with the police on his heels. But the thing he remembered most about that night was him and Trevor exchanging their first ‘I love you’s.

Bolstered by that thought, he entwined his fingers with Trevor’s and said, “I had a pretty intense conversation with Gavin today.”

Trevor sat silently as he told the whole story, nodding here and there and rubbing a gentle thumb over the back of his hand. Before long Jeremy had finished, rounding it off with, “And… I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Don’t worry,” Trevor said, smiling, “I’ll sort this all out.”

It was just a few simple words, but it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from Jeremy’s shoulders. He slumped, a genuine smile reaching his face as he said, “Thanks, Treycs.”

Trevor’s tone shifted to something more playful. “Now, do you want any help with all that tension you’ve been carrying around?”

Jeremy’s smile became a grin as he let himself be pulled down onto the bed. He could worry about everything else tomorrow.

–

The next day he was preparing to go on a stakeout with Ryan when Trevor pulled him aside and said, “I’ll handle telling all this lot. I figure Ryan should hear it from you, so take all the time you need out there.” 

Jeremy nodded. “Okay, will do.”

Trevor smiled and tossed a quick look over his shoulder, then ducked down to press a kiss to the top of his head before putting his cowboy hat on. “Keep safe.”

“No promises.” Jeremy stole another kiss for good luck and left.

A while later he was sat in the car beside Ryan, working up the courage to confess. However, before he could do so, he found himself once again being confronted.

“Gavin told me about you and Trevor,” was the start of the conversation, sending a chill down Jeremy’s spine.

“Did he?”

“Told me to keep an eye on you.”

“Oh.”

Ryan had his mask on, so it was impossible to tell what his expression was, but his eyes were cold when he looked at Jeremy.

“You want to tell me why I learned about this from Gavin?”

“I… was going to tell you today?”

“How long have you been dating?” he asked in a tone that suggested he already knew, and wasn’t happy with the answer.

Nevertheless, Jeremy said, “Since college.”

“Again, why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Jeremy looked down at his hands, unable to find the words to make this better. Ryan didn’t say anything either, and as the seconds ticked by he felt his heart sink further and further and his stomach twist tighter and tighter. Eventually he forced himself to speak, hoping that he could explain himself well enough to save their friendship, and hopefully not end up with a knife between his ribs.

“Look, I… know I fucked up. I already got an earful from Gavin about crew safety, I just didn’t think it really applied-”

“You think I give a shit about crew safety?”

He blinked and looked up at Ryan, who was definitely glaring at him now. “Uh, I would hope so?”

Ryan snorted, turning to look out the window. After a moment he said softly, “I’m upset because I thought we were friends.”

“Oh.” He paused. “I’m sorry?”

Once again, Ryan didn’t say anything. This time Jeremy didn’t break the silence, turning instead to focus on their actual mission. It was only later, when Ryan reached for the ignition so he could drive them back to the penthouse, that Jeremy said, “I really am sorry.”

“Oh, are you?”

“I didn’t think about how it might upset you. I’m sorry.”

Ryan sighed, taking off his mask to run a hand through his hair. He sat in his chair, head turned away, and Jeremy realised just how tired his friend looked. Eventually, Ryan looked up with a lopsided smile and said, “Okay. Anything else I should know?”

Jeremy shook his head, returning Ryan’s smile as best he could. “I really am sorry.”

Ryan nodded and reached out to pat his shoulder. “I forgive you.”

“Battle Buddies?”

“Battle Buddies.”

Jeremy grinned, relaxing in his seat and making a mental note to get Ryan a few tons of Diet Coke to make up for everything.

–

When they got back to the penthouse, Jeremy’s anxiety had returned. Maybe Ryan noticed, because he kept a hand resting on Jeremy’s back as he opened the door. They stepped inside, Jeremy bracing himself.

But nothing happened. Trevor and Alfredo were sat on the couch, trying to sing a song that Jeremy couldn’t recognise, especially since they kept collapsing into giggles. Michael and Lindsay were in the kitchen, the latter stirring what looked like cake batter and the former sneaking bits of it every chance he got. Fiona had taken up the other couch, headphones on as she sharpened a knife. Matt was lying on the floor, watching some kind of video on his phone. Geoff, Gavin, and Jack were nowhere to be seen.

Trevor looked over as the door closed, a bright smile on his face. “Hey guys!” he called, clambering over the back of the couch. “How’d the mission go?”

“Went well,” Ryan answered, hefting a camera. “Got some footage for you guys to look over.”

“Wonderful.” Trevor drew close and threw an arm over Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy tensed, eyes darting around the room, but no one seemed to care. “Give it to Gavvy, I don’t think he’s doing much right now.”

“Will do.”

Ryan nodded and left and Jeremy turned to Trevor, stomach still rolling. “So… did it go okay?”

“Yep!” Trevor said, giving Jeremy’s arm a quick squeeze. “Michael was quite upset because he lost a bet with Jack about when we’d get together, but other than that everyone was fine.”

“Oh.” He allowed himself a small smile. “Good.”

“And that means I now get to do this,” Trevor leant in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “whenever I want.”

His smile grew. “Whenever you want?”

Trevor grinned and started to lean in again, but was cut off by Matt’s groan. “Can you not do that in the main room? I’m way too ace to deal with you two.”

Jeremy blushed as all eyes turned on them. “Sorry, Matt.”

Trevor dropped his hand to grab Jeremy’s wrist, tugging him back towards the door. “Yeah, we’ll just get out of your hair. No one’s going to need us for the next hour or so, right?”

“I guess we’ll just have all the cake without you, then!” Lindsay said with a wicked grin.

Trevor hesitated. “Text us when the cake’s done.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Jeremy looked around the room, noticing Fiona rolling her eyes along with Michael, Alfredo beaming away, and Matt taking a moment to give Jeremy a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before returning to his phone, and felt his own smile return as he realised that everyone really was okay with them. Everything was going to be fine.

[vagrantblvrd]

In Bloom (1/1)

Summary: Trevor doesn't know how Jeremy talked him into aiding him in this lunacy, but he supposes it has something to do with his unique sort of charm.

Notes: Because reasons.

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Trevor doesn't know how Jeremy talked him into aiding him in this lunacy, but he supposes it has something to do with his unique sort of charm.

(Jeremy’s wistful sigh as the prince took yet another potential suitor on a tour of the gardens, and the irony of the situation had been too much to bear as Jeremy was so painfully oblivious about the looks the prince sent his way.)

“Good lord,” Trevor hisses. “Have you put on weight recently?”

Jeremy retaliates by digging the heel of his boot into Trevor’s shoulder as he shifts his weight, insincere apology floating down.

Trevor snorts and takes a careful step to his right to get Jeremy closer to the wall and handholds  hidden beneath the delicate ivy clinging to the stonework.

“I’ve got it,” Jeremy whispers,” and Trevor ducks and moves away, fingers brushing against Jeremy’s ankle.

He looks up to watch Jeremy make his way up the wall to disappear through one of the windows and resists the urge to rub at his chest and the sharp pang there at the sight of it. A beat, and then Jeremy leans back out to grin down at him and give a jaunty little wave as thanks and is gone from view in the blink of an eye.

Trevor stares after him a moment longer until the sound of approaching footsteps spurs him into motion. Quick double-step to intercept Alfredo on his way to relieve Trevor of patrolling this section of the castle grounds before he spots Jeremy making his way back out of the prince’s rooms.

He greets Alfredo with a smile and nod of his head, and feels his blood freeze in his veins as his fellow guard cocks his head.

"Did you hear something just now?"

Trevor mirrors him, frowning mightily as though he’s listening hard. Curses Jeremy for being a bumbling fool as the ivy rustles and the soles of his boots scrape against the stone on his way down. The soft thump as he lands on solid ground, surely patting his back for remaining unnoticed yet once again, stupid bastard.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Trevor says, gestures at the trees lining the walls. “An odd sort of squirrel perhaps? Some kind of night bird?”

Alfredo gives him a long look because Jeremy isn’t the only fool involved in this farce.

“Perhaps,” he agrees, and continues on with his patrol with a shake of his head.

Trevor breathes a sigh of relief, grateful that Alfredo is willing to allow them their secret.

He waits until Alfredo is out of view lecture taking form in his head for Jeremy about the importance of taking more care with his late night exploits unless he wants to get caught.

The things we do for love indeed,</i> he thinks ruefully, and hurries on his way to meet with Jeremy.

[thedazedyouth]

Dependant

No one knew how he managed it, but Jeremy had performed a miracle. He had turned Trevor, flinches when you move too quickly, Trevor, who stitch up his own wounds so no one touches him; into the Trevor that needs touch to calm down, to bring himself out of his head and ground himself back to reality.

Before Jeremy, any time Trevor got hurt they never knew. He was able to downplay every black eye, bruised knuckle and gashed cheek. At his worst, he had broken three ribs during an awry mission and disappeared for a week straight. He claimed he had personal business to take care of, from what the crew knew about his past they knew not to push him on it. For that week he was in his own safe house he’d had since before the crew, he was stuck in bed and barely able to move and every breath hurt. But in his mind that was better than the Fakes trying to take care of him.

Nowadays he rarely hesitates too long to mention he’s bleeding, or he needs stitches, or even that he hit his head and needs a simple ice pack. And each time Trevor was in pain, it was Jeremy rushing over to check his injuries; making sure they weren’t worse than Trevor was letting on and patching him up.

The Fakes knew that it was only Jeremy who could help when Trevor was hurt, the two had an irreplaceable bond they could only dream of replicating. This was proven once when Jack had reached to wrap Trevor’s split knuckle; only to have Trevor flinch so hard back there was a dent in the wall from his head being thrown backwards.

Jack immediately stepped back and waited for Jeremy to get back before trying to help again.

Major injuries were rare, most battle wounds were scraps. It put Trevor’s progress in a better light.  

One heist just had to go horribly wrong.

A bullet to his thigh and a bullet to his shoulder sent Trevor down. Geoff was able to drag him to their getaway car, where Jack had already met them. He sent them back to the penthouse; and above Trevor’s inchorent objections, told him he wasn’t going to bleed out in the middle of a gunfight with the cops, and especially not in his favourite car. Jack had them both back to the penthouse, lost a stray cop car and hauled Trevor inside the apartment.

Gavin had stayed back at the penthouse, they needed their hacker somewhere with no interferences to do his job. Jack had called ahead to warn him about the incoming Trevor.

A wooden table had been cleared and the Fake’s mediocre medical supplies were set up next to it when Jack had hauled Trevor inside, the man still protesting. After a brief examination of one of the wounds, Jack realized there was still a bullet lodged in Trevor’s left thigh.

Gavin grimaced as he held Trevor down, while also applying pressure to the second gunshot which had fortunately gone straight through. Jack quickly cleaned the wound and knife, before using the knife to dig the bullet out.

Gavin whispered his apologises to Trevor as he pushed his shoulders down.

Trevor’s screams were muffled as Gavin rushed to place a rag into his mouth, pushing harder onto his shoulders.

Jack cursed under her breath, and pulled the knife out of his leg.

“I can’t find it. This is normally Ryan’s job,” she said.

As if on queue Ryan, Geoff, and a panting Michael close behind trudged into the apartment.

Ryan understood the scene in front of him instantly, he hurried over and took the knife from Jack’s hand. No one questioned the way Ryan acted like he could do this blindfolded but just took their own roles.

Michael and Jack took to helping Gavin hold Trevor down, he had started squirming and pulling away at the onset of people. Although Trevor was scrawny he could put up a fight, with the rush of adrenaline pumping through his body and his survival instincts flipped to flight, the three could barely keep him down.

“Keep still,” Ryan hissed, knowing if he kept moving the chances of Ryan cutting an artery were high.

Trevor knew what needed to be done, having done it to himself and other countless times; and he knew Ryan would make it as painless as possible. He just need to lay down.

But he couldn’t.

His body was desperate to escape and it wasn’t listening to reasoning.

Maybe he could get the bullet out by himself, he was fine. He didn’t need all these people touching him. They didn't have to be doing this. He was fine. If they would just let go.

A quiet whine was muffled from the rag still stuck in his mouth.

Then something snapped

Whether it was panic, or blood loss but every tense muscle locked up; a frozen terror, lack of energy or a hysterical acceptance like trance. Most likely all of the above. Whatever it was trapped him inside his mind. Trevor couldn’t even tremble as his body froze.

Ryan couldn’t care, he saw his chance and had gotten the bullet out in seconds. He stepped back to let Jack deal with the blood. Wishing that Jack’s gentle touch would calm Trevor.

He stood next to Geoff, who had stayed still through the whole thing. Ryan noticed his knuckles had turned white as he gripped tightly onto his phone.

“Jeremy had to lose the cops. They blew out a tire and he had to fight them off. He’s fine, he’s on his way now,” Geoff explained, never taking his eyes off Trevor.

Trevor had given up fighting, even as every part of him was screaming to run as Jack and Gavin stitched him up. Michael stood to the side, unsure if he would have to hold Trevor down again. But he just laid there. His usually bright  eyes were empty and glued to the ceiling above him.

They should be grateful he had stopped writhing around, but somehow this was more heartbreaking.

Trevor was always so lively, laughing and chatting away. And he was so brilliant, probably the smartest out of all of them. He got them out of more messes than they could remember, he could keep the peace when their hot tempers got in the way.

But seeing him so empty and stiff was agonizing.

Even after he was patched up he didn’t move. If it wasn’t for his chest moving up and down they would have assumed he was dead.

He stayed there for another thirty minutes.

Jeremy arrived with a bang. He almost broke the door down when he burst into the penthouse, unkempt with wide and wild eyes. They connected with the zombie version of Trevor laying lifeless and was at his side in seconds.

Jeremy used his softest voice to whisper a small, “Trevor?” A gentle hand was tenderly placed on Trevor’s hand, ready to pull back at the slightest flinch.

The rest of the crew pretended not to watch as Trevor slowly rolled his head, his and Jeremy’s eyes locked before a tear trickled down Trevor’s cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy muttered.

Trevor sat up at few minutes later, refused any painkillers and rushed to lock himself in his room.

The crew could only stand around and gape at each other. Jeremy stayed at the table, staring at the blood staining the wood, one hand resting in the dried blood.

Nobody saw Trevor for the next few days, if they heard his door creak open in the early hours of the morning they made sure to stay in their own rooms until his door closed again.

Jeremy’s room was right next to Trevor’s, so when Trevor woke up screaming one night, Jeremy was knocking down his door.

Trevor had curled into the corner of his bed, shaking so hard even Jeremy could see it in the darkness.

Jeremy was at his side in an instant, one arm around his shoulder and trying to calm him down the best he could. It was difficult though, trying to speak over Trevor’s desperate crying.

“No, stop! Help! Someone please help me! God, please stop.”

“Trevor, it’s okay. Hey, hey, look at me, look at me. I’m not going to hurt you, Trev. It’s okay, you’re safe. Please, Trevor, listen to me.” Jeremy was gripping both his shoulders now, shaking them when Trevor tried turning away.

Eventually Trevor stopped screaming. He looked puzzled at Jeremy, but finally his blurry eyes cleared as he was brought back to reality and recognised the face before him.

“Jeremy?” Trevor whispered, tears beginning to roll down his flushed cheeks.

“I’m here,” he confirmed. “I’m here.”

Trevor collapsed into Jeremy’s chest, his lanky arms wrapping the whole of Jeremy’s body and his head buried into Jeremy’s shoulder.

Jeremy hugged him back, rubbing gentle circles into Trevor’s back. “It’s okay, I’m here. No one’s ever going to hurt you, I promise.”

[nilesmoon]

look! at! his! beautiful! smile!

also that Look™ he shares with jeremy killed me

[rhdcarts]

Jeremy and Trevor seeing eachother jamming to the same song and both of them dueting in dance moves!! ~ splodey-painter

GOOD CONTENT OP

[trevorcollins-appreciation-squad]

Shall we smile at each other so Tumblr will be all over it - Jeremy 

[treycolllins]

Trevor & Jeremy in Between The Games - Trevor Gets Zipped