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shadeofazmeinya · 1 year

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How to Plan a Simple Heist: A Guide for the Current Sorry Soul Leading the Fakes

A/N: Here’s my fic for the Achieve! Zine that I was a part of! If you enjoy, I highly recommend the rest of the zine! As always, reblogs and comments are super appreciated!

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A man stands outside the tall marbled columns of the Maze bank, sunglasses reflecting the heat of a Los Santos day. The city bustles with movement; cars, people, planes soaring up above. But this man is stopped, considering the imposing structure in front of him as the doors swing in and out with people.

He leans back against the parking meter, hands buried into the pockets of his brown leather jacket, a wolf snarling on his back. No one cares to look at him and he doesn’t care to look at them. After a moment he adjusts his baseball cap a little lower over his brown curls and his eyes flicks to his watch. His mouth twists as he counts down the seconds before he pushes himself up and heads inside.

Pushing past the glass doors, his shoes echo across the marble floor. A second story balcony hangs above and he spares a glance up. There, a lithe man in a tailored suit stands. His blonde hair shines in the light, matching the gold around his neck and wrist. He stares down at the people going about their days alone. The two men catch eyes. Smirks pull at both of their lips and just as suddenly the man up top slips back into the crowd. And the man below continues his march to the teller's window.

“What can I help you with?” the teller says pleasantly, unknowing of the plan already unfolding. The parts already moving into place.

The man in leather grins and starts to hand a note-

“Then you seduce the bank teller!” Joe interrupts with a grin, a hand slamming down on the wood table that is sprawled with various maps, scrawled notes, and surveillance photos all centered on Maze Bank.

“What?” Alfredo laughs, others in the room bursting into giggles. “Why do you always want to fucking seduce the marks on the heist?”

“I can do it! Let me try!”

“No,” Trevor sighs, hand pinching the bridge of his nose. This planning session has already gone on for two hours and they’ve yet to even properly plan getting to the vaults. “No seducing. Michael just passes a note saying that this is a robbery.”

“That’s so boring though,” Joe huffs.

“He’s right, we can do better than a note,” Lindsay nods.

Trevor sighs, able to tell the battle he’s losing. “Then just tell the bank teller you’re robbing them. The note was the finesse.”

“Am I supposed to ask to go in the back or hold up the front?” Michael says, turning them somewhat back on track.

“You are the distraction. Your job is to keep the focus on you, while the others are setting up in the back-“

A large, detailed painting hangs in one of the meeting rooms, something expensive even if the subject is hard to make out with the mesh of colors. The room sits empty, silent until the painting creaks. Thudding against the wall, once, twice, third time it knocks off the hanger and clatters to the ground.

Replacing it is a hole with two figures inside. Both are dressed in all black with masks covering their faces and slip out with bags of gear on their back.

They move swiftly with practiced ease. They pause at the doorway and one leans out to listen. They listen closely and then give a quick hand motion and they both move out. Running down the hallway.

The camera flickers, red light blinking. Connected is a screen that shows the figures moving around. Then the screen flickers; the figures disappear mid walk. The screen shows just an empty hallway. Leaving silence and a lulled peace once again.

“How come Matt always gets to be the man in the chair?” Alfredo huffs, leaning back as Trevor is again trying to explain.

“Because I’m the hacker. That’s what I do. Besides, you said you wanted to be the one in the tunnel.”

“I did say that,” Alfredo laments. “Joe convinced me on the outfits.”

“Black and slim is sexy,” Joe grins. “And we get to use the big drill.”

“The hole will be made before the heist even begins,” Trevor reminds, pointing out their floor plans and maps that were labeled with the drill spots.

“Ky and I get to do it, right?” BK beams. “Pretty please, Trevor? We can sneak around and easily get it in place.”

“What?! No, I want to!” Jeremy protests. “Matt taught me how to use it!”

“Cmon, Jeremy, you know Team Friendly Fire has it covered,” Ky cuts in.

“Ky and BK can do it, Jeremy we’ll need you for setting up other parts of the heist,” Trevor says.

Ky smirks and sticks her tongue out at Jeremy, who returns the gesture.

“Now let’s focus and talk about how we’re getting out-“

The back door bursts open, several figures flooding out into the back alley. Voices shout and the wail of sirens isn’t far off. But the figures don’t stop moving, each carrying a bag draped around them. Cash sticking out from every stuffed pocket.

The figures bolt, taking off running in the same direction. All sharing bright grins as they run with their steal.

“We’re almost at the pickup spot,” one shouts, tapping a small piece in their ear.

“I’m right there,” a voice responds, a curl of red hair shouting over the loud roar of a helicopter. A shadow crosses over them, a cargobob hovering as the wind rips around.

Below the machine, there was a chain hooked to something hanging below it. A bright pink plastic box, swinging, with words on the side of it reading-

“We’re not using the fucking Porta Potty!” Michael shouts as Lindsay bursts into giggles.

“It’s the perfect plan, Michael!” Lindsay defends. “Listen-“

The room floods with bickering and teasing and complete lack of focus as they battle out the pros and cons of the portable toilet. Trevor lets out a deep, but fond, sigh. He knows when they need to focus they will. In the meantime, though, it's like herding cats.

Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor spots Jack give an amused smile as she lounges back in her chair. A knowing smile, having seen the chaos of these people the longest. But when she locks eyes with Trevor, she gives a subtle nod. An encouraging look, a deep set of trust. Trevor feels his nerves settle, looking back over all the maps and notes. All the work they’ve already put in. Trevor takes one more deep breath and gives a sharp whistle to get the room’s focus.

“Alright,-“ he says, leaning over the table and looking them all in the eyes. “Let’s take it from the top one more time.”

#achievement hunter #rtah #fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #my fics #its a gen fic so no ships haha #but i hope you all enjoy!

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alfryco · 1 year

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I know shipping isn't as big of a thing in the RT/AH fandom as it was a few years ago, but I'm curious to see what everybody's feeling nowadays and how much the fandom has changed since then. I only included one ship per person just to keep it fair, so sorry to all the Gavin ships out there.

Also this is just for fun and if anyone sends me anon hate about me including this in the AH main tag I'm gonna take you out by the kneecaps :) If you don't like it then pls scroll past it!

#rtah #achievement hunter #rooster teeth #ragehappy #rtwriting #mine #am i hoping alfreyco wins? maybe. do i think they're going to beat mavin? probably not.#i just miss the vibes of the fandom pre-2020 when the shipping part of the fandom felt a lot more uh present

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heisttheblackflag · 1 year

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Let's get ready for Alfreyco Appreciation Month!!

For Alfreyco Appreciation Month, I’ve assembled a list of prompts to use as inspiration for your art, writing, or whatever else you want to make! The month will be officially starting on June 18 and ending on July 15, and each week has weekly prompts listed with their dates below. (If you’re not able to finish your piece(s) until after the 15th though that’s totally fine; I want this to be fun and chill for everyone so feel free to post whenever you can!)

The first group below is a bunch of prompts intended for posting at any point during the month. Feel free to combine any of them, and use them for any kind of media you want!

Following those are all of the weekly prompts, which will also be posted individually at the start of every week. There are two kinds of prompts intended primarily for writing (one combination of prompts and one single prompt), and one that is intended more for visual art! Please don’t feel obliged to write or draw something for every week, but if you do choose a weekly prompt it would be great if you could post it during that week so that everyone doing that prompt can talk about your work together! <3

During the month itself, you can post all works on AO3 to the Alfreyco Appreciation Month collection, and tag “Alfreyco appreciation month 2023” or “Alfreyco month 2023” on Tumblr so we can see and reblog your works!

I hope you all are as excited for this as I am!! As always, dm me with any questions, thank you so much for sharing and contributing, and I’ll see you all in June!!

Free prompts:

Pining + “red string of fate” trope

Soulmate + reincarnation (“in every lifetime I will find my way back to you”)

Fake AH Crew sparring practice

Friends-to-lovers, person A is a prince and person B is their loyal bodyguard (bonus prompt, there’s an attempt on the prince’s life and they have to figure out who it is)

Wearing each other’s clothes

Investigating a paranormal situation which turns out to be a spirit that’s trying to matchmake them together

Friends-to-lovers, person A stands up for person B to B’s terrible ex-partner when they see how poorly they’re being treated

Hit men/assassins au

Minecraft au [a classic!]

One-shot within a YDYD season (could be Minecraft or Seven Days!)

Hurt/comfort (e.g. sick fic, FAHC post-torture or injury, rescue from a murderous cult…)

Werewolves/shifters/monsters/cryptids

Helping each other escape from being kidnapped or taken as hostages

They’re in space!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite movie!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite video game!

Week 1 (June 18 - 24):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: zombie apocalypse au + fluff/sweet moments

single prompt: person A is a witch/magician looking for their human familiar/assistant, and they unexpectedly encounter person B

Art Prompt: post-apocalypse

Week 2 (June 25 - July 1):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: cowboy/Wild West au + heroic rescue

single prompt: strangers trapped in a room together for a seemingly unending amount of time (either by violence outside or extreme weather)

Art Prompt: sheriffs or gold prospectors

Week 3 (July 2 - 8): (Red Web’s three-year anniversary is this week!)

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: Red Web actual investigators au + “Run! You have to keep running!”

single prompt: person A gets kidnapped under mysterious circumstances and person B goes after them (potentially revealing scary/bamf side of them they haven’t shown before)

Art Prompt: inside the Red Web canon! (aka if they actually were the leaders of a mystery-solving taskforce)

Week 4 (July 9 - 15):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: fantasy au + facing off with the big bad together

single prompt: person A is easily scared and gets paired with person B to go through a haunted house together Art Prompt: high fantasy archetypes

#any of these can be gen or shippy but i did aim the weekly ones more gen and the free prompts more shippy #just so i don't exclude anyone or make them uncomfortable by making everything shippy ;-;#(but like. lbr most of mine is gonna be shippy lol)#anyway i'm so so excited for this!!!!#thank you to the three people who contributed prompts btw!! it was anonymous so i'm not certain who they are (besides erin ily)#but i appreciate all of you!!#alfreyco #alfreyco appreciation month 2023 #alfreyco month 2023 #rtah #ragehappy #rt writers discord #rt writers community #ah writers #ah fanfiction #ah fanart #red web fanart

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weaponizedtit · 1 year

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the walls are too high and the casing is slippery, overgrown with greens with shallow-grown roots. there are no strong ladders to climb up and reach the open roof. but trapped inside her well, she does not need to move, she is well off in the world built inside this little room.

you look down and see a tight closed up space. no bars, or cars and no one to dance with, there is no escape. and you say, she should try harder to leave this empty place. you have seen bigger, so you know what is better - for her too? you both are the same!!??

maybe, with your open wide sky and her open round sky, you experience the same yellow lights of day. and the golden nights. but, you are from the outside, you can never speak for her kind, even if you all have the same blood type. from your twenty feet distance, you see limits, for her it is home, it is paradise. it may be a rabbit's hole, but there is a whole world inside, much bigger than you realize. put on some skin, she can disguise, too.

- don't throw ropes!

#ragehappy #angry rant #writing #words #poetry #dark academia #writeblr #poetryblr #naturecore

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urfavesarequadranted · 11 months

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Geoff Ramsey and Jack Pattillo from the Fake AH Crew are moirails!

#fahc geoff #fahc jack #fake ah crew #fahc #moirails #jackeoff #rage happy #mod lollie #lollies requests #cw homestuck #ragehappy

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arctosv · 6 months

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Hauntober Prompt 15: Moonlight

Amaizing

“Dude, I’m pretty sure we’re lost, we can just take a shortcut and leave Trev.” Alfredo sighed as he followed his friend around a corner. Dried up stalks crunching under their shoes as they continued forward.

“Listen, I know what I’m doing Alfredo, I’m not going to let a corn maze beat me.” Trevor declared, trying to pump up his companion into finishing their journey. “Plus we paid fifteen dollars to enter this maze and get a t-shirt at the end and I’m not-I mean we’re not leaving here empty handed.”

Alfredo just groaned in response and threw up his hands in defeat, “Fine, but you’re buying me dessert from Gourdough’s if you can’t find the exit.”

“Deal!” Trevor agreed, sticking out his hand for the two to shake on it. Once done the pair marched forward along the winding paths, Trevor leading the way and choosing which turns to take. Fallen corn stalks crunched under their shoes as they walked while the moon above helped illuminate their route. Sounds of laughter and music grew louder as the two neared the unseen exit.

“I’ll be damned, you didn’t lead us in circles for a few hours like I thought you would.” Alfredo chuckled, clapping his friend on the back as they saw the two torches marking the exit farther off.

“Oh ye of little faith, I told you we would find the exit…” Trevor started as they rounded the corner and the path ended with a wall of stalks in the way. “Well, that’s not ideal.”

“Alright, instead of backtracking for thirty minutes, why don’t we just slip through these stalks to the path just on the other side. I can barely see it with the moonlight, but I know it’s right there.” Alfredo suggested, just wanting to eat some food at this point.

Trevor stopped for a moment and pondered their options. They could just take a shortcut and get their shirts and then some food or they could just backtrack and spend another hour lost in a corn maze, one definitely sounded more appealing than the other. “Yup, let’s just cut through the corn and leave. I’m tired, cold, and hungry.” He gave in, ready to finish the maze.

Alfredo raised a finger to his mouth motioning for his friend to be quiet as they huddled close, “More than likely they’ll have someone at the exit waiting for people to leave so they can get their shirt, so we need to be silent or else we might forfeit our chance for free stuff. We’ve spent too much time to be walking away from here empty handed.” He explained as Trevor nodded in agreement thoughtfully.

The two silently ventured into the corn carefully and treaded lightly over the fallen stalks, letting the moonlight guide their way through to the other side. Emerging uncaught they both cheered and raced down the path, rushing out of the exit towards the stationed attendant, stopping to catch their breath as the worker chuckled at the pair.

“Y’all know you were the last pair inside, right? Wasn’t sure when you’d turn up or if we would have to send in a rescue team.” He explained as he handed over the shirts.

“We were going to take as long as we needed to get these shirts.” Trevor explained as he shoved his new shirt inside his bag.

“You know you didn’t have to finish the maze to get it right? It came with your ticket…” The worker trailed off.

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#hauntober #ragehappy #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #trevor collins #alfredo diaz #fanfic

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specialofficerlemons · 8 months

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Started this idea with Alfreyco, but now I'm curious about other AH Duos. Would love others input.

Alfreyco:

Necro: Trevor

Cav: Alfredo

House: 6

Team Nice Dynamite:

Necro: Gavin

Cav: Michael

House:

Team OG:

Necro: Geoff

Cav: Jack

House:

Team Friendly Fire: (i don't know BK and Ky well enough yet to decide which is which)

Necro:

Cav:

House:

Team Hive Mind:

Necro: Matt

Cav: Jeremy

House:

#ragehappy #achievement hunter #tlt au #team nice dynamite #alfreyco #team og #team hive mind #team friendly fire

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sorcererinthestars · 2 years

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Stormy Nights [FAHC]

Been a long while since I've posted any writing on here, huh? Thanks so much to the @rtwritingcommunity's secret "sunshine" fic exchange because it keeps me writing when the world is turning upsidedown. Thank you to @shadeofazmeinya for the huge help and basically co-authorship of this fic!

Please enjoy @fornhaus! <3

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41001033 Word Count: 2711

It starts as a sprinkle.

After a heist, especially when it was raining like this, it was common for the Fakes to hole up for a while, disperse their (now growing) crew to tiny apartments and safehouses across the city to avoid detection. The last heist was more… chaotic … than most, which led the lads to duck and run into a seedier part of the city than they would have liked. The apartment was crumbling around them and Gavin gags at the moldy smell as he slams the wooden door shut behind him and slumps onto the couch, already texting someone or something.

Michael peers out the window at the growing storm and the police helicopters and cars racing around the city, lighting it up in flashes of red and blue on dancing raindrops. Thankfully no one was hurt badly — there was no way they were going to be heading back into the city that night.

“Geoff says stay put,” Gavin announces from his position on the ratty couch. “Storms’ too bad to try to regroup tonight. Last thing we needed was one of the three LS storms to hit tonight, huh?”

“All that praying for rain worked out at the worst fucking time,” Michael mutters, moving towards the kitchen to start rummaging through the cabinets. Neither realize that Jeremy had also retreated to the window, silently — uncommon for him — peering out into the rain. The others chatter turns into a quiet monotone behind him as instead the drumming of the rain on the glass panes and the small balcony fill his ears and turn his stomach.

Slipping on wet concrete, going down hard, an ankle snapping like white hot fire…

The others running on ahead, no one turning.

A rough arm yanking him up, a man’s gross breath on his face, spittle hitting as he was screamed at…

Police sirens…

“What do you want for dinner?” Michael’s voice yanks him back to reality and J turns, blinking owlishly, as Michael brandishes a wooden spoon and repeats the question for what seems like the second or third time. “J! Ramen or spaghetti? We ain’t got many options.”

“Ramen’s fine,” he says quietly, turning back towards the window, unable to look away although he probably should. Gavin gives Michael a bit of a sideways look, but neither really press that response. In a clatter of pots and pans, Michael digs out a good one and starts boiling water for ramen, focusing solely on getting food down his hatch as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t take long for the patter of rain to become a sheet, slamming hard against the roof and walls. Jeremy takes an involuntary step away from the window.

"We’re lucky," Gavin hums lazily from the couch, glancing up from his phone as the drumming of the rain becomes unavoidable. "We could've been caught in that shit. Hell of a getaway that would've been."

“Would’ve gotten those fancy clothes wet. Then what would you do?” Michael teases as he stirs the pot, glancing over his shoulder with a bright grin. Jeremy glances at them both, somehow uncomprehending how they could be so jovial. Laugh so much.

Gavin scowls. "Are you kidding me?" he says. "I wouldn't have got out of the car in that and you know it. Don't need to be on the field to hack and I’m more than comfy camping in the car to save these threads." He sprawls further across the couch, glancing over to Jeremy, who was still uncharacteristically quiet. It was enough that it was starting to alert Gavin, who often was the least aware of these things. "What the hell are you doing, J?" he asks. "More than enough room on the couch, don’t gotta stand there like a lump.”

Jeremy turns to look at him, trying to school his expression into something normal, when a lot of things happen at once. A crack of thunder bursts through the tiny one bedroom, feeling like it shakes the apartment from top to bottom, volume tremendous. The rain, already heavy, seems to increase. Gavin yelps from the thunder and again as a large drop falls from a brown patch on the ceiling to hit him on the head, whining wordlessly.

Before anyone can really get their bearings or react to what had just happened, the power flickers once… twice…

“This place is bloody shit,” Gavin pouts, sitting up from the couch, wiping the dirty water out of his hair grumpily, and looking over at the others as the lights flicker. “Power’s not going to last.”

Michael glances between the two of them and frowns as he sees Jeremy just sort of … standing there. Face white, as if he had seen a ghost, just staring up at the light. “Lil J?”

Before he can say anything else, the lights plunge into darkness as another huge crash of thunder breaks across the sky, causing all three of them to jump this time. The rain continues, slamming against the ceiling as if it wants to get in. Michael abandons questioning Jeremy as the whole kitchen shuts off, swearing and immediately trying to save the half-cooked ramen that immediately just sort of starts to congeal. "Fuck!"

But Gavin had caught the look in Jeremy's eyes before everything goes dark as well. He pulls out his phone again quickly, fiddling until the flashlight illuminates them both. Jeremy isn't looking at the ceiling anymore, instead staring blankly at the rain hitting the window…

It's dark.

He huddles behind a dumpster, shivering, hoping that the rain would pass before it fully washes away his pathetic shelter. He was kicked out of the fuckin' T stop by a worker who threatened to call the cops. Like it would mean anything to anyone if he just hung out in the dry for a while, but no, they chased him back out into the oncoming storm. Fuckin' Masshole. Although, he was one too, but at least he had the decency to let people stay dry before he tried to rob them.

He could go back to the gym, but his boss was there, and he didn't want to deal with any of them. So he'd just wait out the storm in the dark, trying not to get too soaked, and hope that it passed fast enough...

"Jeremy!" Gavin was shaking him, enough to rattle him out of the memory that crashed over him like a wave. Was he sweating? He felt damp, but maybe it was just the memory.

"Huh?"

“Bloody hell,” Gavin retorts, shaking his head in relief. “I was gonna slap you next if you didn’t answer. You just went comatose on me there, man. You look sick, what the hell’s the matter? You need me to call Jack?”

Jeremy allows Gavin to manhandle him towards the couch, feeling like he was walking through a dream. He keeps trying to look back out the window until Gavin, frustrated, throws the curtain and blocks the view of the rain and lightning outside.

Michael abandons his attempt to get the stove to restart, swearing, and they all jump again as the whole place illuminates with a flash of lightning. "Fucking thing's dead until the power comes back," he grunts. "Guess we're having crackers for dinner. What the fuck's up with J?" He turns to look at the two of them with his concerned snarl, where you weren’t quite sure if you were in trouble or if he was going to angrily ‘mom’ you.

“Spooked of something,” Gavin frowns, sitting beside Jeremy on the couch and gently taking one of his hands, in an uncharacteristic show of comfort outside the bedroom. “Talk to us, J. Are you hurt?”

Jeremy seems to shrink into himself as the lightning continues to crash around them, obvious even through the closed curtains, flashes of light flickering across his face before plunging them back into darkness. They can barely see if it wasn't for the light of Gav's phone.

"I'm fine," he finally says roughly, shaking his head and seeming like he was snapping out of his trance. "I’m just gonna go to bed." He tries to stand up, to shy away from them. Maybe sleep would make him not see the memories flash before his eyes. The trauma that curled like a snake in his gut.

The lulls in the storm always were what got him. That moment when you thought that the rain was over and everything settles, silent, sparkling. When he could come out from wherever he was hiding, start moving down the street, looking for better shelter.

And then the rain comes again, harder, the sky screaming and crashing, whipping across the ground out of nowhere. He's soaked and freezing, trying to run to shelter, but people don't want him around.

Gavin and Michael exchange worried glances but both move to follow him, not wanting to leave him alone like this. It takes a bit of fumbling in the dark to find the bed, using the lightning flashes to direct them. Jeremy still jumps with every one, and even more with the roaring thunder.

Ignoring the others and really trying to swallow back the embarrassment in his throat at all of this, Jeremy just toes off his work boots and climbs into the bed, hoping in the warmth of the covers and blankets he could avoid the thoughts leaping out from where he thought he had banished them. It’s hard, though. They keep piling over each other to take up space in his brain. He wishes they would just go away, thought that by moving to a desert city he wouldn’t have to deal with storms of Boston caliber ever again. It’s certainly been a long time, but every place needs rain once in a while, and the roof can hardly hold up against this monstrosity. The wind howls around the corners, whips through the cracks, screaming and howling as it tries to shake the whole apartment loose from its foundation.

Despite trying to be, though, Jeremy isn’t alone. Almost as one, Gavin and Michael are quick to curl into the bed with him. Neither were the most tactful “cuddlers” — their current relationship was mostly confined to wild sexcapades — but damned if they weren’t going to try when they see one of their own so distressed. Michael yanks Jeremy into his arms as Gavin wraps his spindly arms around from behind, cocooning Jeremy in a bundle of limbs. “Fuck, Jeremy,” Michael frowns. “You’re shaking.”

It’s awkward and a bit poky, but Jeremy can’t help but relax, the feral part of his brain knowing these boys are his boys and trusting them to somewhere deeply instinctual to keep him safe. A primal part of him saying that it’s ok to draw comfort from them. “...’m fine,” he grunts. A lie, but it feels good to pretend.

“I don’t want you to lie to us,” Michael frowns, laying his chin on his head and dropping a rough kiss there. “You don’t have to. Let us help.”

The thunder cracks again and instead of responding, Jeremy just makes a low noise from somewhere deep inside and shrinks deeper into their embrace. He doesn’t answer, because what would he say? He can't describe a life of trauma in a few minutes. He knows the boys with him won't judge him, that they'll understand and both had shit of their own, but he doesn't even know where to begin.

Gavin just holds him tight, shushing him softly and rubbing his back. “Just breathe, luv,” he murmurs. “We’re here. You’re ok.” It’s easier for him to be comforting without gaining anything from it, a warmth blooming inside him to know he’s helping Jeremy.

"Don't like thunder," Jeremy grits through clenched teeth, somewhere inside the pile. Michael snorts a bit at the obvious.

“That’s alright,” Gavin hums, somewhat more respectful. “We gathered that. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get through the storm together, alright?”

“Aren’t you gonna make fun of me?” Jeremy retorts darkly. Normally it’d be something they’d do, none of the Fakes are above a lot of casual teasing. “I’m — fuckin’ — a bank robber and I can’t handle a little thunder.”

“Gav’s a fucking bank robber too and he gags at wet bread,” Michael teases. “Geoff’s fucking scared of heights every time Jack flies, to the point where he has to sit in the middle of the cargobob or he’ll piss himself. We all have our shit. Doesn’t mean you’re not still part of the team.”

Jeremy’s quiet for a moment before he turns to glance over at Michael, flushing a bit. Despite their … carnal relations… Michael is rarely so affectionate. But it’s nice. “I guess,” he says roughly after a second. “Seems fuckin’ dumb, though.”

“Brains can be stupid,” Gavin chuckles. “But fear is fear. Just means we’re here to help you through it.”

“You gonna let us help you through wet bread?” Michael chuckles as Gavin squawks. The rain continues to rap sharply on the roof and the window and Jeremy is almost thrown once again into another memory of a similar room, a similar rainstorm, being shoved out and alone, his whole world disappearing, but…

Gavin’s arms tighten just gently, the warmth surrounding, and they ground him, connect him to the world around him. Michael can feel him starting to spiral again and wraps his arms again over both of them, only adding more warmth and pressure for Jeremy, like a human weighted blanket. Gavin continues to rub his back and the panic eases, making breathing a bit easier.

He leans against them both as they hold him. “Thanks,” he squeaks. “Appreciate it.”

“We can stay here until the storm passes,” Michael hums. “The good news is they don’t last too long here.”

“I’m not going out in that,” Gavin says immediately. Instead, he burrows farther into the pile, as if it can protect him. “Listen to the wind, and I’ve got my clothes to worry about.”

“No one’s moving from this bed,” Jeremy agrees quietly. “We can put some music or videos on our phones?” Michael suggests. “Help block out some of the sound.” But he makes no move to untwine himself from the comforting pile. There’s something so warm and safe here that even he can feel.

Jeremy sinks against them, glancing out what parts of the window he can see to watch the pounding rain. But this time, he forces himself to realize, he’s inside with the warmth of his two favorite people flanking on either side of him.

He wasn’t alone, in the dark and the wet.

He was safe. Loved.

Both hold him tight, stealing a kiss or two, just trying to provide as much comfort as they can. It’s not hard to see that they all enjoy this. Maybe this was something they could do often. Not only using each other’s bodies for pleasure, but cuddles too. More soft things. They can be soft, which is a luxury not many in Los Santos can afford.

Jeremy just closes his eyes and releases a sigh, letting them hold him tight against the pounding of the rain. Grounding and protecting him. It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “I was kicked out of my old gang during a thunderstorm,” he finally says, more to the ceiling than to the others.

Michael instinctively holds him a little tighter. “Fuck them. Leaving you in the fucking rain. You’re better than them.”

He snorts. “Maybe. Found you guys cuz of it though, so it must not have been all bad.”

“You found where you’re supposed to be,” Gavin agrees fimly. “Though, I wish it had been a kinder road to get here.”

“None of us had kind roads to get here, Gav,” Michael retorts.

Gavin sighs. “I know. But at least we’re here now.”

That statement seems to echo through the old apartment. In different safehouses across Los Santos, the Fakes were shaking off a stressful heist, celebrating in whatever way they wanted, and finding their own beds. And here, three men — a bit rough around the edges but still looking and finding that comfort we all crave — cuddle together. Warm and safe, away from the horrors of the world.

Here now, together.

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