#fahc shenanigans

[heisttheblackflag]

oh I also wrote a xmas fic for my beloved @alfryco so if you want some cute fahc alfreyco shenanigans read this!!!

#alfreyco #Alfredo #Trevor #original #my writing #rt writers community #ah fanfiction #dogbark fanfiction #red web fanfiction #I feel like I don’t know how to tag fic any more lmfao

[rikurobo]

I didn’t even think of that after the Fake AHWU drawing but they absolutely would do these as well.

Shenanigans - Fake Versus video link [x] 

#hemorrhaging-knight #fahc #fake ah crew #ahfanart #art #gta au #gta!au #gta!jeremy #gta!gavin #gta!michael #gta!jack #gta!geoff #fahc au #fahc shenanigans #i have an idea for the givemeyourmilk gamertag incident as well #i might finish up that later because it became a comic #ah art #achievement hunter #fanart #digital art

[fakeahcrewsnapchats]

Jeremy: “I was just having fun!”

Michael: “Well, now you’re having fun in the water. You’re welcome.”

#fahc snapchat #fahc #fake ah crew #fakeahcrewsnapchat #gta!michael #gta!gavin #gta!jeremy #gta!ryan #the vagabond #what? #an update after 4 years of no updates? #you better believe it #I missed the snapchat shenanigans #expect more at some point #in less than 4 years #I think #ideas are still welcomed #ah fanart #digital art

[somegrumpynerd]

I’m watching the GTA peyote video again and I love the idea of them turning into animals and all deciding to play homeward bound.

Like Geoff’s relaxing in the penthouse by himself - finally some peace and quiet - and hears scratching at the door. He goes to see what it is, because there’s no way they have mice this far up in the building, and just gets pounced on by 5 dogs and a cat.

#AH #Fahc #Fake AH Crew #They're all barking excitedly and pretending to be vicious #Jack sits proudly on his chest #Geoff's probably already dialled animal control before Lindsay shows up #And is just like ''oh yeah the guys said they were gonna go become animals that's probably them'' #Also real talk? Labrador is such a good dog for Matt #He has that all around good boy lab energy #I just want more animal shenanigans that video was fun

[vagrantblvrd]

Listening to Alfredo geeks out over computer/graphics specs and whatnot is always entertaining given the way he generally acts like a doof?

But, like.

That FAHC AU where he’s brought in to look after hacker!Gavin and hacker!Matt...because reasons and they’re like, oh, c’mon, Geoff, they’ve been over this, they don’t need a babysitter.

(To which Geoff could point an angry, defeated finger at all the shit the two of them got into without a minder? But whatever.)

The crew loves Alfredo, because Alfredo?

But then there’s some late night with the rest of the crew out...committing crimes/fucking around with new shiny weapons or whatnot while Gavin and Matt stay behind because work reasons?

And Alfredo’s chilling in their little hacker lair browsing on his phone and all of a sudden he R2D2′s or what have you because some new shiny computer thingy (graphics card or whatever) has been leaked and he’s been thinking about upgrading his setup at home (look, crime doesn’t mean he doesn’t game, or maybe he’s just versatile like that and dabbles in hacking here and there - got him some good jobs before the crew snapped him up, after all).

ANYWAY.

He starts geeking out about it, thinking out loud and such, all about the new computer he could build and specs and costs and such?

Doesn’t give a second thought to any of it because Gavin and Matt will know what he’s talking about - Michael just goes all “I’m an idiot, what do you want from me?” whenever Alfredo does that with him around, and anyway, anyway.

Alfredo looks up after a few minutes and realizes both Gavin and Matt are staring at him like he’s grown another head or whatever because who is this man they’re looking at?

And Alfredo’s like, “What?” because sure, sure, he plays up being dumb muscle the way Michael does but he loves him some computer/gadget shit, okay? And anyway, why did they think Michael insisted he’d be perfect to babysit the two of them?

Alfredo’s like one of the handful of people in the crew who can keep up with the two of them when they go into super!geek mode, and anyway, he likes them and they’re cool, and what do they think of the machine he’s thinking of putting together?

ANYWAY.

The others come back to all three of them planning out Alfredo’s new computer like they’re planning a goddamned heist, stuff spread out in the conference room and printouts on the board and incomprehensible nonsense all over the white board and just.

Yeah.

Michael’s like, fucking hell because he knows, knows, it’s going to be an actual heist to get some of the components, you know? Like, sure, Alfredo can afford to buy them with the money he’s made before and after joining the crew? But crime???

Geoff just rubs his forehead, because headache, and goes off to bed and intends to pretend he has no fucking clue what those idiots are up to.

Jack’s in if they build him a new computer and Michael and Jeremy are like, someone has to keep an eye on these assholes, so yeah.

Lindsay and Fiona are still out setting things on fire or whatever, but once they find out they’re like, more crimes? Why not.

Trevor...takes the Geoff approach, but also slips Fredo a list of things he wants for his own computer and idk, general nerdy shenanigans???

#ragehappy #fahc au #general shenanigans of the dumbass sort??? #technically not a fic #vagrant fic

[writerofshit]

So I saw this super adorable art by @rosebudsink awhile back, and I got to thinking about... Nerf Gun Heists.

Like imagine the crew, every so often, decide to have a 'training session to sharpen their skills'. Or so they call it. It's really just an excuse to do action rolls across the living room floor, tackle each other onto the softest surface in the vicinity, and generally have a bit of fun.

When it's a planned thing, they draw straws for who plays the 'victim(s)' as in who is going to have their belongings stolen. The victim picks something the others have to lift from somewhere in the penthouse, and they have to do their best to guard it. The idea is that it's supposed to be important, but it almost never is. Geoff once had them in hot pursuit of an old baseball card he'd stuck in his wallet.

They can team up, if they want, but only one person can actually be declared winner. This rule has lead to arguments almost every single time.

When it's not planned, the victim is almost always Ryan and the goal is to find and steal his mask. Which is doubly difficult because Ryan, and the fact that his room is such a cluttered mess it's near impossible to find anything. He maintains that it's an organized chaos.

It's all in good fun, all for laughs and good times. There's no real prize, just bragging rights until the next time. Still, Fiona and Michael take it far more seriously than anyone else, which leads to a Nerf Dart shootout more often than not. They argue about who should have been out first, Michael always insisting that his headshot hit before hers.

The thing is, nobody really wants to fuck with her when she's wearing the Vagabond mask. Somehow she's vastly more terrifying than Ryan has ever been.

#ks has thoughts #fahc #feel free to add any other Nerf gun shenanigans #i have many thoughts but these are the only ones i could marginally articulate #ks: disappears for weeks and the comes back with this #apologies #Oh! absolutely go check out the art that inspired these thoughts! #its wonderful and deserves attention!

[miss-ingno]

Dusky Night

Fandom: ragehappy, fahc Ship: Freewood Words: 1.4k Tags: fahc, glitter bombs, christmas pranks, Dusk Boys shenanigans

Summary: The Dusk Boys play Santa with the LSPD. Ryan’s just along for the ride.

A/N: Winter Prompt for the lovely @ganglylimbs! They asked for christmas shenanigans with Dusk Boys and a dash of Freewood <3

Read here on Ao3 or Patreon.

***

The click-clack of keys echoed through the dark room, only lit by the three screens sitting on the desk. Gavin sat hunched over on his chair, hair a mussed mess and sunglasses nearly falling off, he’d pushed them so far back. Ryan leaned in the doorway, arms crossed and watching him curiously. Gavin muttered to himself, fingers flying over the keyboard. Two of the monitors were filled with text windows, tables and scrolling code Ryan couldn't make heads or tails of. The third one showed a surveillance feed, rotating between several locations.

"What are you up to?" Ryan asked, and Gavin jumped, chair whirling around so he could blink up at him owlishly. Ryan made a show of looking at his wrist, despite not wearing a watch. It got his point across. "It's past midnight already."

"So?" Gavin rolled his eyes. "Not the first time I worked late, innit?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows and stared Gavin down. "You do remember Geoff gave us the holidays off?"

Gavin leaned back in his chair and flapped his hand as if to wave him off. "Nah. This is for fun." With that he whirled his chair back around and started typing again.

"Uh huh." Ryan didn't sound impressed. He shoved off the door and stepped in, coming to hover behind Gavin. "And it can't wait for tomorrow, why?"

"Got a bit of a time crunch, is all." He craned his head to look up at Ryan with a crooked grin. Ryan plucked up his sunglasses before they could fall off. "On that completely unrelated note, what are your plans for Christmas?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

"No reason," Gavin lied, shrugging his shoulders in faked nonchalance. "Just, you know. If you're bored…"

Ryan didn't bring up how neither of them were visiting family over the holidays. They were both aware how that might lead danger to their doorstep, and the last thing they needed was for their loved ones to be taken hostage. Not that the crew agreed with them on that point, but.

"Maybe I was planning to spend the time in bed." Ryan's brows came down in judgement when this elicited a leer from Gavin. "Reading," he clarified.

"Uh huh," Gavin returned, unfazed by Ryan's glower. He shot him a wink, before gesturing at the middle monitor. “So if I just so happened to need a little help with something, you would say…?”

“Depends on the ‘something’,” Ryan returned promptly, shaking his head. He leaned over Gavin to drop the sunglasses on the desk, ignoring how Gavin nuzzled his throat, or the hot air he breathed across his ear. “So. What have you got?”

“Oh, you know. The usual.” Gavin murmured, his lips brushing along Ryan’s jaw, before he sat up straight and tapped over to show Ryan some files. “Bribery, blackmail, intimidation…”

The files contained pictures, names and addresses, along with a small snippet that Ryan barely had a chance to skim before the next one popped up. It was primarily white men of various ages, with the occasional woman and men of colour thrown in. At a glimpse, Ryan couldn’t say what they had in common, but then, research wasn’t his job for a reason.

“And?”

Gavin grinned, pulling up another tab, this one with a singular picture. The common thread.

Ryan closed his eyes and sighed.

“What are you up to?” he repeated his earlier question, and it came out far more strangled than he meant to.

“Oh, nothing much. You know.” Gavin turned his chair around, wrapping his hands around Ryan’s thighs, just above the knee. “I was talking with my boys, and we were thinking, since we’re all staying for Christmas this year, we might do something together. Spread the cheer, and so on.”

“Chaos, more like,” Ryan muttered, eyes opening a slit to watch Gavin. His grin was wide enough to split his face.

“Chaos, shmaos.” Gavin shrugged unrepentantly. “You in?”

Ryan glanced up at the screen, displaying a picture of the police badge of the LSPD. Gavin’s fingers danced up his thighs teasingly, and Ryan felt his lips tug up into a grin.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not.”

***

The chaos was surprisingly understated for the self-proclaimed Dusk Boys. They had procured four red-coloured vans with a reindeer sled painted on the side and a logoless script wishing everyone a ‘Merry Christmas’. The back was stacked with small packages to be delivered to the doorstep of every person working for the police in Los Santos, from clerk to chief.

Naturally, their prank had to take place during dusk, Alfredo insisted with a shit-eating grin.

Naturally, their prank had to involve glitter, Trevor added, his eyes sparkling.

Naturally, Gavin started, before Ryan shut him up with a kiss, not sure what he was going to say, but very sure he’d be better off not knowing.

So the four of them split up, dressed up as delivery uniforms and cheap mall santa hats with red, blinking LEDs. They even had a tablet with a program Gavin had mocked up for the recipients to sign off on, in case anyone was home when they rang the bell.

Between the four of them, they managed to cover about half the list actually living in Los Santos before it got too late on Christmas Eve for people to buy their last-minute delivery cover story. Trevor shrugged and called it good enough, since he’d sorted the list by priority and grouped them by location.

They spent the evening celebrating with the crew at the penthouse, at least everyone who’d stayed over the holidays. The general good mood and eggnog covered up the tense anticipation between the Dusk Boys that no one else but Ryan seemed to notice. They stayed up late into the next morning, until everyone but the four of them had turned in for the night.

Gavin was idly surfing on his tablet, and Ryan watched over his shoulder, stretched out on one of the sofas and his arms wrapped around Gavin’s waist. Trevor and Alfredo sat in the love seat, whispering animatedly with one another.

“Oh, hey, someone turn on the news!” Gavin exclaimed suddenly, nearly dropping his tablet as he fumbled for the remote. Between half-empty bags of crackers and chips, he only managed to shove an empty can of beer off the couch table.

Trevor sighed and stood up, snatching the remote where it was lying under the Christmas tree, shooting Gavin a deadpan look as he turned the TV on.

“-series of incidents seems to be targeted at members of the LSPD. So far, the mail bombs had no casualties, with three injured. The police issued a warning to everyone within Los Santos to not open any packages from strange or unknown sources.” The news anchor flashed a thin smile at the camera. “An inside informant passed on that the infamous Fake AH Crew is implicated in this attack.”

They showed a grainy picture of two delivery men in santa hats and the red christmas-themed vans they’d been using. With the low quality of the footage, the two men could be mistaken for twins.

“Look, Ma, I’m on TV!” Alfredo chortled, throwing up a victory sign.

“Anyone else surprised they left out the glitter part of glitter bombs?” Ryan asked dryly.

“Three injured? How did anyone manage to get injured?” Gavin inquired incredulously, instead of answering.

“Well, gentlemen, I would call that a successful Christmas heist,” Trevor declared, raising his glass for a toast. Gavin and Alfredo grabbed their own champagne glasses, while Ryan saluted them with his can of diet coke instead.

“Hell yeah,” Alfredo chimed in, as he clinked his glass against Gavin’s. “We did goo.”

“And many happy returns, innit?” Gavin giggled, drinking the last of his champagne before snuggling back into Ryan’s embrace. Ryan huffed a laugh into his neck, lips pressing a kiss behind his ear before settling back down. They watched the news coverage together, amused how badass they made their prank sound.

“Well,” Trevor said, when the anchor moved on to other topics and they muted the TV. “Now we just need to rub Geoff’s face in our success. He’s got a year to come up with a scheme to top this one.”

Alfredo tilted his head, a smirk stretching over his lips. “Should we let him know what we actually did, or…?”

“Nah,” Gavin decided, grin just as mischievous. “We’ll let him figure it out.”

Ryan snorted, shaking his head. They had an exciting year ahead of them, that much was certain.

#ragehappy #fake ah crew #fahc #freewood #dusk boys #christmas shenanigans #pranking the lspd like #what's up boys #ganglylimbs #ingno writes #winter prompts #fic rec

[inonibird]

So I set up the FAHC household and hopped into the game to test my very first recolored object, since this is my first foray into modding, and hey, it worked~

but before I could cheat in all the $$$ needed to move the FAHC to their fancy new digs, I had to start them off somewhere shitty, and in the SECONDS between me having Geoff make the call to move the household and clicking unpause on the game...

Michael stomped up to Gavin and started yelling about crabs in his face

(didn’t quite get the screencap timing right, so you can’t see the little speech bubble with the picture of the crab in it, but I swear he was raging about crabs)

Why is TND always so goddamn on-brand in these Sims games????

#Achievement Hunter #Sims #FAHC #FAHC Sims Shenanigans #Fake AH Crew #Sims 4 #Michael Jones #Gavin Free #fucking CRABS #not pictured: Jack gazing over at Geoff with a Geoff bubble over his head

[newdmwhodis]

I accidentally wrote the Fake AH Crew into my D&D campaign

I needed an excuse, since its based in a small 'nothing really interesting happens here' town, my players might be able to fall back on to keep the town unaware of the chaos they're causing.

So I told my one player "Yeah there's a big manor a little ways away where there's almost a rotation of....strange people coming and going that cause all sorts of - ususally - innocent mayhem" with one being a girl who often runs into streets after cats and a guy who's always wearing a mask of some kind.

After I had told her all that....I realized what I had done.

Oh no

#fake ah crew #fahc #fahc ryan #fahc gavin #fahc michael #fahc jeremy #dnd 5e campaign #dnd 5e rp #dnd 5e character #dnd shenanigans #dnd #dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons #oh no #chaos ensues

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

as a writing request, the fahc throws a party the night before what may be their last heist together because, if it dosent go well they will end up separated by another crew or maybe dead or in prison :0

So, I wrote this and then realized it's not exactly what you asked for, it's adjacent, but I'm hoping you'll like it all the same. If you want me to write something else that's closer to your request I'll happily do so. I started to cry while writing this and I hope you do too, other wise I'm just an over emotional sap.

Summary: Geoff is leaving, but he's got some stuff he needs to get out before he does.

Word count: 646

Warnings: mention of death (Nothing serious).

Rating: PG.

It was a glorious night, filled with hearty laughter and drunken shenanigans. Geoff watched happily as his crew had fun. Jack came wandering up behind him, resting an arm around his shoulders and leaning into him.

"They're having the time of their lives," Jack spoke.

"Yeah, I just hope it won't be the last." Geoff swirled his drink in hand, ice cubes clinking against the glass.

"Have some faith, we've done this before plenty of times." Jack slid away from Geoff, stepping in front to give him a reassuring smile.

"Not to this degree, we're going all out on this one, the stakes are high." Geoff clenched the glass in his hand, staring down at it anxiously.

Jack sighed, giving Geoff's shoulder a squeeze she pulled his eyes to her.

"I know you're worried, truth be told I am too. But we can't freak out, we have to stay strong, for ourselves and the others." Jack looked back over her shoulder at the ongoing party.

Geoff took a shaky breath, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Even if everything goes according to plan, things are gonna be different after tomorrow. I'm not gonna be here anymore."

Jack looked back at Geoff, giving him a sad smile.

"Is that why you're so somber?"

With another shaky breath, Geoff nodded.

"Oh, Geoff." Pulling him into a hug Jack held on to Geoff tightly.

The sad truth of the party, the thing everyone had desperately been trying not to think too deeply on, was the fact that tomorrow was Geoff's last heist. While Geoff had not really been in charge of the crew for a while, he was still the leader of the FAHC both in name and in sentiment. But Geoff was getting older, and he wasn't going out on many missions anymore, very rarely to be exact. But despite his absence from action, Geoff was still there for everyone, ready to step in if needed. But now? Now Geoff was officially retiring from the crew. Geoff had wanted to leave quietly, nothing too grand, no fuss. But the others had talked him into one last hurrah.

"You can't go out without a bang." Everyone insisted.

So they planned the grand finale of the Kingpin, he was gonna go out in style.

"What's gonna happen when I'm not here? What if it all falls apart? What if..." Geoff paused burying his face into Jack's shoulder and letting out tears. "What if someone dies? What if you all die?"

Jack rubbed small circles into Geoff's back.

"I can't promise we won't die, cause we all will eventually, you included. But I guarantee it's not all gonna come crashing down just cause you're not here. You'd have to have a pretty big ego to think that." Jack laughed lightly.

Geoff laughed too, tears still falling. He pulled away, to look at Jack, taking a breath he smiled sadly.

"What am I gonna do? How am I gonna handle leaving you all behind?"

"You're not leaving us behind, you're starting a new chapter of your life. It'll be hard at first, you'll miss us, we'll miss you. We'll all be lost at first, unsteady of what to do. But We'll get through it, we'll all find ourselves again and things will be good, different, but good. You know I don't want you to leave, and I know a part of you doesn't want to either, but I'm happy for you. Happy that you're starting something new. Happy that I got to spend this long by your side, and you by mine. I promise I'll take care of everyone, we'll all take care of each other. It's alright to be scared, but don't let it stop you." Jack held Geoff's hands, rubbing her thumbs against the back of them.

"I love you, Jack, I love all of you."

"We love you too."

#fake ah crew #fahc #fahc geoff #fahc jack #achievement hunter #my writing

[shadeofazmeinya]

fluffy hybrid shenanigans? I have this image in my head of cat!Michael chasing bird!Gavin across the yard/house, vaulting over table and sofa, while being filmed by Jeremy or someone. doesn't have to be that exactly, but if it inspires, I'd love to read about them!

(Went with generic fahc au with hybrids. Just their usual chaos haha. Had fun writing this, so thank you so much for the prompt!!)

“Get back here, you piece of shit!”

Michael’s shout echoes throughout the whole penthouse, loud footsteps vibrating the floors as they chase through the house. Gavin only laughs, wings flapping as he flies over the couch and coffee table. Ruffle feathers nearly collide with Jack as she steps into the room, brushing past her on a quick turn. Gavin clutches a t-shirt in hand, matching Michael’s lack of one as he dashes around shirtless. Michael’s tail flicks, ears pressed back, as he vaults over the couch after him. Michael’s sharp teeth show in his hissing, claws swiping towards Gavin, but the other flies just out of his reach.

“Try not to break everything in the house!” Jack calls, shaking her head as she adjusts the toolbox on her hip. “You break it, you have to be the one to face Trevor!”

Neither respond, darting right past her with laughter and growling. Jeremy was half out of the kitchen, half sandwich in hand, ears perked up at the noises. They laugh as their phone is out, filming every second. “If you break shit, it better be at least funny!” they call to the chasing pair.

“Michael!” Gavin squeaks as he bolts, darting up the stairs towards the bedroom. “Michael, don’t hurt me, Michael!”

“Give me my shit back!” Michael growls. He pauses, shifting his weight to his hind legs and then launches himself forward. He . They wrestle together in the hallway, Gavin squawking as Michael grabs the shirt out of his hands. Gavin gives way easily, just laughing as Michael pulls the shirt on over his head.

“But you look so good without a shirt, boi,” Gavin smirks up as he’s pinned under Michael’s weight.

Michael rolls his eyes, but his cheeks turn a shade of pink that makes Gavin smirk more. “What happens when you actually fucking work out.”

The door besides them opens, a pair of pajama-covered legs moving to their side. They look up to Matt’s sigh, his badger ears twitching. “Don’t fucking have sex in the hallway, I swear to God,” he grumbles before stepping around them, heading down towards the kitchen.

Michael scowls, shoving off Gavin and quickly standing. “Just making Gav give my shit back,” he explains as Matt doesn’t stop walking. “We’re only wrestling.”

“I don’t need to know,” Matt calls back, not looking back as he slips away.

Gavin snickers, sitting up as well. “Don’t scar poor Matt,” he teases Michael, kissing his cheek. “Sorry for stealing your shirt, boi. But you made it too easy.”

Michael rolls his eyes, but leaned into the kiss. “Whatever. You better not have ripped this shirt,” he says, examining the red shirt a little closer, brushing over the smiley face and dynamite design.

“I would never,” Gavin assures.

“Hey!” Jeremy calls up from the bottom of the stairs. “You have to watch this video, Michael you looked fucking awesome jumping over the couch like that.”

Michael grins, bounding back down, tail swishing from side to side. “Let me see! If I look badass, you have to send it to Fredo.”

Gavin laughs as he follows, looking over their shoulders. The penthouse is always a buzz of energy, their animal sides never helping in their brands of chaos. But they all wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fake ah crew #fahc #fahc hybrids #hybrids au #ragehappy #mavin #again not edited so please just kindly ignore mistakes #prompt fill

[rikurobo]

fahc with just,, typical AH shenanigans is a concept i absolutely adore but i just imagine it makes some people completely confused as to how to react. like on one hand theres a video of them nailing eachother in the dick with bouncy balls and launching bacon jars into the ceiling. on another theyre behind several murders and robberies and generally just seem dangerous

Ah yes. The duality of being responsible for murders but also those same hands have taped a crew member onto the wall with duct tape. 

They have been covered in bits of police and also almost drowned in ball pit balls and they toppled over in a bouncy castle accident. They also hung up the mentioned bouncy castle on the ceiling. 

The same brains that successfully heisted a microwave from the building next door are also the ones who’s only successful heist is a microwave that they stole from the building next door.

#ask #asks #anonymous #anon #fahc shenanigans #I'm all for this honestly #Anonymous

[somegrumpynerd]

I still love the peyote videos and au but now I’m not sure if I want Fiona to be an animal in it running around with them or I want her to be one of the only humans left to wrangle them

#AH #Fahc #Fake AH Crew #Peyote au #Like I would love to see her as a big dog or a mountain lion #Absolutely causing chaos and running rampant #But I also really like the idea of her having an animal crew #Walking down the street with 3 dogs a cat and a deer by her side #Especially if it's just her and Geoff as humans #Where he's trying to stay calm and figure out how to fix it and keep everyone laying low #While Fiona's like ''you guys wanna go down to the dog park and freak people out?'' #Entering them in dog shows to cheat #Trying to stage a containment breach at the zoo #I just love animal shenanigans and I want Fiona in them

[vagrantblvrd]

Procrastinating everything at the moment?

But can you imagine the FAHC crew with a radio show?

Like.

It starts with a botch job with their comms (the usual person who handles that stuff is out sick or whatever so someone steps in thinking it’ll be a cinch? But no. No it is not.)

The cops or press manage to gets bits and pieces of the Fake crew’s usual random assortment of conversation topics and such and it gets put on the news that night?

A lot of people are fascinated with the crew and this yet another glimpse into their Dark and Sordid world. But then someone starts talking about, idk, does rocks float on lava or the sky being bigger than the ground and everyone is either ??? or just filled with Fury at how dumb?

Most are like Burnie with his eternal question of “What does that mean?” while dealing with all these assholes.

And, idk, after the botched comms situation the Fakes realize the people of Los Santos are fascinated? And someone’s bored enough to start a radio show. Keeps it all anonymous like for a while, Los Santos thinking it’s some genius pretending to have an in/be a Fake, but no, no.

It’s legit the Fakes and as the others find out about it they come on as co-hosts/guests and the cops and whoever are losing their goddamned minds trying to figure out how the Fakes are pulling all of this off without being able to track them down?

Also/or.

The post-apocalypse AU with that whole person making regular radio broadcasts because holed up at an abandoned radio station. Broadcasting Hope and Encouragement to other survivors along with stories of their daily lives because bored and alone and Needs To Do Something.

Only it’s one of these assholes, ranting about, idk. That fucking zombie whacking away at the radio tower day and night with its zombie hands like that’s going to do anything but keep them up at night?

Or doing a sports broadcaster bit about the bunch of zombies chasing a fucking goose (Canadian and slightly less horrible than ones you might find elsewhere tormenting the people of a small village/whatever) not realizing they’ll never succeed because it can fly? (Also literally brainless zombies.)

Other such delights and okay, okay, it’s totally Michael in that radio station and such. (Whole trial and error deal of him figuring out how that shit worked and fixing some it thanks to Electrician Know-how and also convenient Plot Reasons wherein there’s a montage of him focusing on getting everything running again rather than focus on the whole mcfreaking zombie apocalypse for a few minutes.)

The people who tune in to listen to his daily (near daily, because sometimes he has to go Foraging and whatnot and doesn’t make it back to the radio station in time for broadcast or feeling like he wants to blather on for who knows how many hours that night) are all ??? and :DDDDD as more people join Michael on his show over time.

Because other assholes stumbling along and various shenanigans before Michael decides a bullet would be wasted on them? And then there’s Gavin and Jeremy and Ryan. This asshole Geoff and his sekritly an asshole buddy Jack and just.

All-around chaos as they settle in at the radio station and turn the area into a secure-ish compound with garden plots and the whatnot.

Heated debates over coins that divides Michael’s listening audience and considered highly controversial long after the zombie problem is contained/resolved?

People giving serious thought as to how one would kill a certain amount of cows with their bare hands, because these are the times they’re living in. (Also, graffiti showing up about “cow ripping” that baffle future historians like you wouldn’t believe. Unique to a certain area during a certain time period and what were these cows doing to everyone’s families/fellow survivors? Did said cows realize someone was trying to murder them in a moment of stunning clarity and react accordingly? The world may never know.)

As you can see I’m having A Day in which my mind is filled with ridiculousness, but yes.

The Fakes with a radio show that drives the authorities nuts and the people at large love beyond reason. Also that post-apocalypse radio show wherein Michael has to deal with all these assholes cluttering up his living space and making life a misery, more on that on his next show. >:(((((((((((((((((

#ragehappy #radio show shenanigans i guess? #fahc au #zombie apocolypse au #what does that even mean??? #idk guys #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #technically not a fic #vagrant fic

[writerofshit]

Favorite kind of movie to watch and who tries to distract the other during the movie for jerevinwood please!

I've kinda answered both of these with that last ask, but we'll take a closer look.

They always try to watch movies Jeremy hasn't seen because its a fun running joke and also.... Jeremy please just expand your pop culture knowledge. Just a little.

However there was the time that they forced Ryan to watch The Lion King because they were so flabbergasted that he hadn't seen it.

As far as distractions go, it's usually a toss up depending on the movie. If it's something that Jeremy really doesn't give a shit about he'll do everything he can to initiate Sexy Times. Super casual, too, just draping himself across his boyfriends, innocently wandering hands, sweet little kisses that earn him very pointed 'i know what you're trying to do, and it's absolutely working' looks.

When Gavin gets bored though, he'll start surfing on his phone. Then he'll pay no attention and interrupt every five minutes to read something he's found amusing. Its usually ridiculous articles about the crew, that the next time they try anything they 'WiLl GeT cAuGhT!!!!' (Which. They won't.) Or speculation about their relationships and such. *insert old and outdated joke about Ryan and Meg here*

And then there's Ryan, who never gets bored, really, is usually cleaning a gun or sharpening knives, but keeps a running commentary going about the movie. He doesn't set out to be a distraction, but to Gav and Jeremy 'hot man handles weapons' is incredibly distracting.

Again, they never really watch the end of most movies.

#honestly this is partly why the last one was short #i knew distractions were comin here #and i dont mean anything by the outdated comment #just you know... some jokes irl can go #love the two of them in fahc verse though #both in that way and like.... them being friends and meg dragging ryan into shenanigans #like the one i wrote about meg convincing himbto eat healthy with her #love it #anyhow #ks talks #anon #jerevinwood

[keen-arts]

Also love imagining them like, all cuddled up sleeping in one morning when Jeremy’s the first one up. They’re like “oh shit guys we gotta get to work” and the other two groan “nooo five more minutes, just call the boss and tell ‘em we’re all sick” and Jeremy’s like “Trevor you are the boss” and Trevor responds “good then I already know” and buries his face in Matt to go back to sleep. Bonus if they’re all living in the penthouse so they’re like a 10 second walk from work but still refuse it, I just love silly domestic shenanigans for these boys

Domestic shenanigans just in general are the BEST. That found family dynamic is what I adore about FAHC.

Jeremy would text Jack like: Trevor knows but we three are calling in "sick", heads up...

She'd text back like WHAT WE HAVE HEIST PREP FJSBFISHFKANF

Jeremy just looking at his phone with a fond smile before turning it off and craving back in with his sweets.

(Jack is furious the next day when they come in)

#keen ship #ragehappy