I was going to put this in a long elegant post but my brain is fried so please just imagine Fahc Jack stealing that one ruined ‘restored’ fresco painting of jesus just to gift Fiona because “Look Fiona, it’s a meme” and Fiona just bursts into tears yelling how that gift is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. “It’s so fucking ugly I love it so much” she says as she immediately and proudly hangs it in the heist planning room for all to see and gaze upon
I did it y’all, I got featured on AHWU! 😭 thanks for all the love on the original posts, I’m surprised Lindsay said she hasn’t seen herself in the FAHC au much, so I’m glad I could contribute to it!
I know this is a long shot, but does anyone have a copy of AH GTA AU The Great Sealand Takeover? It’s gone from ao3, I’m assuming because of the recent situation with a certain person, which I totally understand. It was my favorite AH fanfic though and I’d really like to read it again. Thanks!
what are people’s thoughts on Halloween headcannon/blurb night?? It would be from 5PM PST /8PM EST to 8PM PST/11PM EST on actual Halloween. only submissions sent during that time would be written. they’d be short, but just little tings but idk–fandoms i’d write for are tagged!
(This is less things you said at 1 am and more the lads being fools at 1 am. Id like to think they’re one in the same.)
1. Things you said at 1 am
“If you two idiots don’t shut the fuck up I’m out of this relationship.” Michael’s voice floats back to them in a hiss.
“Michael-” Jeremy begins, not sure how he’s going to defend the quiet argument they’d been having.
“Micool!” Gavin whispers, almost simultaneously.
“You be quiet, you’re not helping.” Jeremy says with a firm poke between Gavin’s shoulder blades. To be fair, Gavin is blaming this all on Jeremy, which is ludicrous.
“Jack is gonna fuckin kill us.” Michael says grimly.
It’s a very late Monday night, and the lads are sneaking into the penthouse because they’re teenagers again, apparently. The unfortunate part is that somehow, despite being three grown men and successful criminals, they don’t have one key among them. They’d attempted to get in via window, but that had proven to be a flawed plan.
“Jack’ll be annoyed but just roll her eyes at us. Fiona is gonna murder us if we wake her up.” Jeremy says. He’s crossing his fingers that she wears earplugs to bed or something. They’re making their way back down the fire escape, and somehow he’d wound up in the back.
“Nah, Fiona would never hurt me! We’re Team Chungə!” Gavin glances back at him, a bright smile on his face.
“You need to be part of Team Shut The Fuck Up.” Michael is in front, climbing down yet another ladder.
“Michael that’s not a real team.”
“It would be if you would just-”
“Shut the fuck up?” Jeremy supplies, voice dissolving into a quiet giggle at the end. He’s trying his best not to lose his cool up here. Heights are not exactly his favorite thing.
“Fuckin thank you, J. You know what, you get to stay.” They’re about halfway down, and it’s not getting any easier.
“You guys are the worst boyfriends ever.” Gavin says, and the pout in his voice is clear.
They lapse into a comfortable quiet, just following one another down ladder after ladder. That none of them, there members of the most notorious crew in the city, can’t figure out how to pick the lock is astounding. That they couldn’t even remember a key might be worse.
“We should’ve just called Matt, he’s probably still up.” Gavin says just as they’re reaching the third story.
Michael stops just short of the ladder, Gavin and Jeremy stumbling into him immediately. He turns back to stare at Gavin. “Why the fuck didn’t you say that when were at the front fuckin door?”
“I didn’t think about it til we were already trying the window!”
“Gavin.” Jeremy reaches up, puts a hand on his shoulder. “You know I love you more than life itself, and I think you have a lot of moments of brilliant clarity-”
“I don’t like that you’re already backpedaling.” Gavin interrupts, voice doubtful.
“But you do realize Matt also could’ve opened the fucking window, right?”
There’s a moment of silence, save for the general noise of Los Santos. Gavin breaks into an embarrassed smile. “Oh. Yeah he probably could have.”
“Fuckin oh!” Michael turns back to the ladder, but Jeremy catches the exasperated smile he has. “Idiot.” He mutters fondly.
They troop down the rest of the way without incident, and Jeremy calls Matt when they’re back in the elevator. There’s a bit of grumbling from Matt’s end, something about not understanding “how three grown ass men don’t have a single key between them.” Regardless of his aggravation, he lets them in and the three morons head to Michael’s room.
“At least I thought of Matt eventually.” Gavin is saying as he launches himself to the middle of the bed. “Jeremy was ready to break down the damn door!”
“Kicking in and breaking down are two very different things, Gav.” Jeremy wants it to be clear, just in case Trevor or Geoff should ever catch wind of what almost happened. He settles himself between Gavin and the wall, as per usual.
“Equally dumb though.” Michael laughs. He pauses in front of the dresser. “Uh guys?” He starts laughing again. “I have some fucked up news.”
“What?” Jeremy asks, kicking off his jeans. Maybe he should’ve gotten undressed before he laid down, but alas. There’s a quiet moment before it dawns on him. “Michael no.”
Michael turns around slowly. He’s struggling to get the words out between giggles. “So, remember the other day when I stuck my key in my wallet for safe keeping?”
“Michael!.” Jeremy cannot believe this has happened.
“Oh my god!” Gavin says, in what can only be described as a quiet shriek. He rolls toward Jeremy, burying his face in his chest. Just before he makes contact, Jeremy can see tears in his eyes from laughter. “We’re so stupid.” He mumbles.
“We- we really do belong together, don’t we?” Jeremy says, hooking an arm around Gavins waist.
“We almost make one responsible adult.” Michael says before clicking off the light and slipping into bed beside Gavin.
“Almost.” Jeremy echoes.
“We’re not quite there, but if one of us remembered shit? Man, we’d be unstoppable.” Michael says with a laugh.
There’s a bit of shuffling as they all get comfortable, blankets moved up and down until they’re all happy with it. Michael curls himself around Gavin’s other side, and they all breathe a sigh of quiet contentment. After a few moments, Jeremy is nearly asleep.
Gavin breaks the quiet one last time. “Guys?"
"Yeah Gav?” Jeremy keeps his voice pitched low, unsure if Michael is out yet.
Jeremy only chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to Gavin’s forehead. Truer words have never been spoken. At least they have fun.
Ryan broke my heart as he did many people.
For the last few months I’ve been writing and editing- getting ready to post my stories to this tumblr.
I don’t condone what he did. And I wasn’t sure if I was going to post anything involving him.
But, I’ve decided the Ryan I wrote isn’t the real life him. So I’m going to keep writing my version of him. Who we all thought of him as.
If you don’t like that, then just don’t read my stuff. Silently judge me, I don’t care. Just please don’t leave rude comments or shit like that. I have enough bullshit to deal with in my life.
HI I LOVE FIONA AND LINDSAY THAT IS ALL
uh, can I offer yall a fiona nova lockscreen in those trying times?
Updated idea: somebody else wears the spyro onesie (because it’s comfy or to annoy him) and Jeremy just cuddles the shit out of them
I’m still working on my fic, although the recent AH stuff did really throw me off. But I am working on it!
in the meantime I put together a playlist for fahc! Chilled if anyone’s interested, will try to update it occasionally as I write the character ✨
Reblogging with link because Tumblr is bad
i love how the entire community wordlessly opened their third eye to show everyone else fiona was the original royalty king all along and we were just very blind
no thots just fahcs
Can I offer you Rimmy Tim in a spyro onesie in these trying times?
listen I love the dynamic fredo has w everyone and I love the fact the the fahc version of everyone is so Extra