#fake ah crew oc

[goldnhand]

this is kind of not super recent, but 2016-2018 me should of drawn this man with his tits out what was i doing

#gold art #fahc #fake ah crew #fahc gavin #fake ah crew gavin #dont follow me for fahc content i dont post it anymore #but thought i would share this sketch #he is supposed to be wearing like a mesh shirt under the button up #he is like my little oc now #what is rt going to do sue me

[apathmakerstale]

I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.

Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.

That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.

I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.

AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!

Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.

I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.

I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.

I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.

Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.

It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.

It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway here's Gold for your heart.

#rooster teeth #rooster teeth shutdown #achievement hunter #RWBY #RWBY art #misc.stuff #lets play #rt #Funhaus #Cow Chop #fandom #Youtube

[cyborg-franky]

C0m!

Thank you @spitfire-of-the-sea for letting me write your very fun OC and I hope I did a good job <3<3 Coms are open

Ace x OC SFW Word Count: 1,383

Saki stretched out on the tatty sofa, book grasped in her hands as she read, eyes roaming the pages and simply devouring each story with the flick of her wrist and turning of a page. She got comfortable against the cushions, ones she didn’t doubt were older then she was. 

Marco’s pen scribbling against his papers was the only sound in the office, the occasaly shout from outside would sometimes accompany the beams of sun from the outside world. Both her and Marco enjoy the rare calmness of the afternoon.

She was enjoying her day off, just wanting to read and relax, on standby if Marco needed anything, if he got displacement and ended up staring out the window for hours like he sometimes tended to do, she guessed it was part of his ability, being the phoenix he didn’t need to pay attention to passing hours and trickling seconds like the rest of them.

The door opened and Marco pulled his gaze from his work to offer the visitor a smile and a wave. Saki wasn’t even going to sit up until she heard his voice, Ace. He stepped into the room, the thudding of his heavy boots stomping across the deck until he was in front of Marco.

“What can I help you with?” Marco asked, seeing Ace looking a little sheepish, the glint of guilt in his eyes as he played with the beads around his wrist, trying to avoid the question even though he’d charged into the office with purpose.

“I got a bit excited and burned Deuce, we were just messing around and I forgot he’s ah, not so flame retardant and he’s out of burn ointment.” Ace said with a hum before he heard a snort from behind, turning and seeing Saki set her book down and sit up.

“He’s such a baby he should come and get it himself.” Saki sighed, thinking about how dumb the two Spade Pirates could be when left alone with one another.

Marco watched with raised eyebrows as the two carried on bickering back and forth, there was a lot of banter between the lines, the way they talked to one another, the glances they shared. Marco smirked and rolled his eyes.

Oh to be young and in love.

Neither noticed as he got up from his desk, digging around in the many drawers and cupboards he had in the medbay, trying to recall where he’d last seen the containers of ointment. He used to have a lot ready to go when Ace first joined the crew, when he was still trying to kill Pops and everyone who got in his way would end up paying the consequences.

Grabbing one of the pots labeled ‘Ace Cure’ he made a few effortless strides before taking Ace’s hand and slapping the pot down into his palm, Ace closing his hand on instinct, wrinkling his nose and squinting at the label, about to challenge Marco on it before Saki stood up and sighed, heavy, over the top for emphasis.

“You two would be lost without me, I should have joined the second division and never let you out of my sight.” she said with a frown, her posture lacked the fire to back it up her fake annoyance.

She was just messing with him Marco deducted as he sat on the edge of his desk watching the two’s little dance.

“Aww you know you just miss being next to me all day everyday.” Ace grinned and waggled an eyebrow just to get her hand in his face, pushing him away as he laughed against her palm.

Ace waved to them, leaving once more.

“You like him yoi.” Marco said, arms crossed over his chest with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Fuck off.” Saki replied to her boss. “Ho-how do you figure that anyway? Like what gives you that idea?” She asked, stumbling over her words, not helping her case.

“My dear, I don’t even need my observation haki to see what there is between the two of you, the things you’ve been through together, the bonds you have, many pirates have those connections, granted.” Marco watched Saki as she sat next to him on the old oak desk, her legs kicking in the air absently.

“But the glances you share? The way you look at one another? That’s what makes it something yoi.”

Saki opened her mouth but closed it again, she was too dumbfounded by Marco’s honesty, how he’d laid it out completely in front of her like one of his many maps across the desk. She couldn’t reply, she didn’t think there was anything she could say that Marco wouldn’t just tease and tangle and shine a light on, adding the proof, mounting the evidence.

Shit, she was in love with Ace wasn’t she?

“What should I do?” she asked, not making eye contact with him, watching her dangling feet instead.

“He loves you too but the thing about boys, we are idiots when it comes to feelings, he loves you for sure but will he make the first move? No way. Someone like Ace, always hurting, always damaged and aching in his heart, he can’t put himself forward.”

She nodded, all of that made sense, she felt heat rising to her cheeks as she blushed at the implication that yes, Ace did like her back, loved her back. She knew the damage inside him, what he tried to hide from the world. She knew it, she felt it.

And she knew what she had to do.

—-------

She found him sitting with Deuce and Thatch, having a beer in the gentle evening breeze as the world around was dark, the string lights strung across the deck the only light.

“Hey! I was wondering if you were going to join us!” Ace cheered and raised a glass as she stepped into the circle they’d made.

“Can I talk to you? In private.” Saki began and Thatch laughed before downing his beer and reaching for another.

“Come on lass, we’re all nakama here!” He started but the death glare she gave him and Deuce had the grown man, a division commander at that wilt under her gaze and Deuce shivered before they scurried away.

Ace opened a beer for her, passing it to Saki as she sat next to him on the crate.

“What did ya wanna talk to me about in private?” he asked, brow quirked as he sipped his beer.

“I was talking to Marco about things..” she started, peeling the label on the beer bottle, tugging at the paper and chewing her lip.

“About what? Laying an egg? How to eat fruit like an animal?” Ace said with a laugh, an arm around her as he tried to joke, knowing normally she’d crack a smile and make a playful tease back.

“Us.” her voice was level, not giving away the emotions she felt, the nerves she was fighting.

Her hand gripped the bottle, her only anchor in this moment, she took a breath, in time with the lapping of waves at the hull of the ship before she forced herself to look at the freckled face.

“Us?”

“Us,” she said again.

“Ace, I’m in love with you and I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time and… and… I-” she started to babble, her heart running a mile and as she tried to finish her slew of garble she felt lips pressed against hers, she felt a hand in her hair as Ace deepened the kiss and she let him.

The kiss was soft and sweet, it said more than any words ever could, she almost dropped the bottle as he pulled her body against his, soft warm breath brushing on skin as they parted, eyes locked as she felt herself smile.

“I love you too, I think I have since day one, since that bar brawl..” he admitted, his hand on her cheek, warm fingers grazing her blushing cheeks.

“Marco was right,” she said more to herself as she rested her forehead against his.

“Don’t tell him that, he always thinks he’s right.” Ace mumbled though he couldn’t help chuckle, holding Saki tight as they sat there, the stars watching the confession of two souls.

#sfw #one piece own character #ace x oc

[desnayy]

Only good thing about napping and being awake at 4am, again, is that I did some updating of old rp blogs, including one I made for an oc set in GTA 5, specifically the version that is used in Fake AH Crew stuff, lol

[turnaboutstevie]

We haven't talked FAHC in a while. Do you have an FAHC OC?? Could you tell us about them?

okay I've had this ask for like a week and YES I DO but putting my thoughts down coherently in a paragraph? in my me??? but tonight I was texting my joyfriend abt her!! and I never have to be coherent around them so here's screenshots of that (also, it was mentioned in the context of a part of the convo that's not at all relevant to this post so I'm not gonna put a screenshot of it but she's v much a lesbian and I love her.)

LEFT: every day dagger. she's cute and primarily dresses in goth lolita style fashion. shes very easy to underestimate. it'll be your last mistake. RIGHT: FAHC dagger. don't ask my why I did it in 2 different picrews I don't KNOW okay. I'm dumb. anyway I love her here's the screenshots

#fahc #fake ah crew #fake ah crew oc #fahc oc #🔰 personal

[the-bunny-prince]

Deciding to share some of my GTA OCs. Why do I have so many?

Top (Left to Right):

Smiley, Abel, Gore

Bottom (Left to Right):

Chips, CandyMan, Sly

If you wanna know more about them feel free to message me/send questions!

#fahc oc #fake ah crew oc #gta oc #orginal character #oc #gta original character #fahc original character #fake ah crew original character

[doobler]

Edgar and jack having a bonding moment? Jack doesn't get enough appreciation in the fandom.

#fake ah crew #fahc #my oc #oc #ed #jack #dooble #fan art #drunk text #boyyssss

[atomheartz]

the depression hit me real hard tonight, so i’m just gonna go plot my fake ah oc, listen to some music to make her playlist, and maybe i’ll post about her tomorrow, if anyone in the ah community is interested.

#achievement hunter #fake ah crew #fake ah oc

[cold-eyes-and-knives]

🔥 … receiving a hot, drunken smooch from your muse.(Nep is druuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunk)

“Wha--” Grace doesn’t have time to react before Neptunia’s lips meet her own. She returns the kiss for a moment, but she stiffens as it hits her. Neptunia was drunk; she knew that smell as well as she knew the back of her hand. After taking a shaky breath, she leaned away, putting a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hey, Nep... I think you’re drunk...” Grace managed, trying to keep her voice even.

@nxptunx-in-rxtrogradx

#tw: alcohol #for a lil bit of context: #i love this prompt!! hell yeah drunk smooches babey. #grace has alcohol trauma related to her shitty father so #she just tends to not react so good around it :pensive emoji: #so like bls don’t take her response the wrong way #but tasty accidental angst?? #your mind.... galaxy brain #take me high and i'll sing :: inbox #don't turn out the lights :: fake ah crew #sar still needs that damn oc tag #nxptunx-in-rxtrogradx

[crystalcleararts]

I decided to post Amber (my/Crystal's FAHC OC) full reference sheet I am planning to make a another one of her body with out her jacket on I am actually making her story rn I finished with chapter 1 and I am working on chapter 2 so if you want to read it just DM me and I sent you the link to it

#my ocs #achievement hunter #achievement hunters #my oc art #my ocs are my babies #fake ah crew #fahc #Fahc oc

[millacm]

recent traditional artwork trying out Posca pens and watercolours Golden boy and a little character i made long ago swimming with the fishes

#milla's art #traditional #golden boy #gavin free #fahc #fake ah crew #oc #fish #watercolour #eyes #lots of eyes #fun stuff to draw

[thatonebathbomb]

Do people still do gemsonas? Because i made a gem fusion for fahc mavin. His name is Mavin and he is is veryyy sassy. He knows hes cute and you bet your bottom dollar he uses that to his advantage. But hes not a good liar, so if/when he gets caught, he drops the façade and goes straight to physical brutality.

#fahc #fake achievement hunter crew #fake ah crew #fahc gavin #fahc fanart #seagull voice: mine #fahc michael #fahc mavin #mavin #gemsona #seagull voice: my oc

[georgebenjiart]

Fandoms: Fake Chop, Fake AH Crew

Pairings: implied Jakob/Alec, Ryan/Jakob/Alec

Raiting: General

Words: 1,888

Summary: The Fake Chop crew is on the mend so Jakob and Alec are sent to a meeting with the Fake AH Crew. They might have crushes on a certain someone there.

#fake ah crew #fake chop #offcanny #oc #cc #fahc #ragehappy #my fics #my writing #gab writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #rpf

[archester-creations]

You Know What They Say About Assumptions

Grey. That's the first thing Arden registers when his eyes open. It's a little overwhelming. Though that might just be the headache. It's pounding fierce and hot right behind his right eye. He squints at the grey walls. The grey floor. It barely registers that there are dark spots on both surfaces- red, almost black- before a face enters his vision, blocking them. Blue eyes blink at him. He blinks back.

Someone in a collared shirt stands in front of him. Though he's not really standing. He's leaning forward, hands on his thighs like he's talking to a child. There's no expression on his face. It's blank like those store mannequins. His shirt collar is opened and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, displaying intricate tattoo sleeves. The white fabric is stained red. It's almost a design. But with the way it clings to the man’s skin, it obviously isn't. Arden’s been on enough heists and takedowns to know its blood. Even if he hadn't been, the scent would've given it away. Though it's not just the shirt. Copper hangs heavy in the air. Like a penny factory. Or, he assumes. He's never been to one. The closest he's been was those penny press machines like the one outside the museum his parents had taken him and his sister to when they were kids.

“Good. You're finally awake.” The voice warbles slightly in his ears. A victim of the headache. Slowly he breathes in to will it away. Or at least make it fade. When he reopens his eyes the man is still there, expressionless. Emotionless. Except for the quiet cold in his eyes. They're like ice. Their blue colour helps the illusion.

  For the first time he moves to sit up. The floor is cold. It's gray and sticky under him. He doesn't consider why. Until he pushes himself up. Until he tries to. Pain . It shoots up his arm, leaving numb tingles in its wake. He hisses through his teeth. Before that, he didn't even realize he was hurt. Outside the headache, of course. The pain finally gets him to consider his position. Like a brain reboot. For a moment he ignores the man in front of him. Whether it's smart, well. Right now he's not considering that. 

  After the relook, it's all he can.

  Grey. It's a little overwhelming. Grey walls, grey floor. There are dark spots on both surfaces- red, almost black. Blood. Toxic and heavy, in the air, splattered against the grey floor, against the wall. Like a child had been given red finger paints and let loose. Or ten children. There's… There's a lot of blood. It's almost as overwhelming as the grey. The smell even more so. Copper like a penny factory. So strong he can taste it on his tongue when he breathes in. That or there's really blood on his tongue. Perhaps it's both. Arden wouldn't be surprised. It would explain the headache. Behind his right eye, close to his temple. He must've been knocked out. As his eyes sweep the floor he finally registers the bodies. His crew. There's maybe twenty of them. Maybe more. Broken and twisted on the floor. No doubt, that's where the blood came from. After fifteen years of crime he'd thought his stomach would never again twist at violence. He'd been wrong. It twists violently at the display. At the smell. At the grey. His body pitches to the side and he retches. The click of a tongue barely registers over the sound.

  “You good?” He looks back over and the man’s face hasn't changed. Still expressionless. Emotionless. Except for eyes of ice. Bile rises in his throat. This time he chokes it down. There's no one else in the room. No one living, that is. Just him and this man. It didn't take a genius to do that math. Clearly the carnage was the man’s doing. His headache and arms, too.

  “Who are you?” The question croaks out of him. It makes the man laugh. There's no emotion in the sound. Still, it makes his mustache move. Suddenly his blood goes cold. He gives the answer before the man replies.

  “Kingpin.” It's quiet. A breath. Like maybe if he says it silently enough, it'll just be a nightmare. He’ll jolt awake in his bed. And Randy will be pounding on his door. Except Randy is on the floor, several feet to his left. And the Kingpin is still standing right in front of him.

  “In one, kid.” The man confirms. Arden assumes he knew it wasn't necessary. If it was a scare tactic it doesn't work. He doesn't think it's possible to get more scared. Because a ghost had entered their safe house, single handedly killed a little over twenty people, and left him alive. He pushes himself back with a foot. ‘ For now ’ rings in his head. The words pound with the headache. Almost drowning it out.

  “Wait- But- You- You can't - It's not- The rumours-” He can't get out a full sentence. The man waits patiently. Being dead probably leaves you with all the time in the world. Knowing your victim can't escape keeps you patient. That's what Arden assumes, anyway. He's never been dead. Not yet. Maybe he'll come back as a ghost, too. Finally the rest of the sentence rings through. It feels heavy on his tongue. Cloying like sugar. Except it's not sweet. It's sour. Like a ripened lemon. “You're dead !”

  "Rumours can be dangerous, can't they?" It's the first smile he's seen on the man's face. Except it's cold like his eyes. Expressionless. Emotionless. Carved of ice.

  Had their intel been wrong? The Kingpin had died months ago. It was the perfect time to take down the Fakes. Their leader thought so, anyway. With their leader dead, they were weakened. And it'd gone smoothly. Or as smoothly as taking down the number one gang in Los Santos could go. Sure it'd taken time. But they did it . The impossible. They'd wiped the Fakes from the map. From Los Santos.

  Except their leader now stood in front of him. Expressionless. Emotionless. Except for ice in his eyes and the memory of his grin. His breath stuttered when the man fully stood. Because this was it. This was when his head was bashed in. When his throat was slit. When the last of the clip was emptied into him. When a hundred other things could happen. 

  When a hundred and three things didn't happen. The man- the Kingpin - stood. He stretched out his arms. And he looked down at Arden. It reminded him of the way his English teacher would sometimes look down over her glasses at him and the other kids in his grade when she thought they did exceptionally poor, pointed nose like an arrow. A student who should've done better. Should've tried harder. For her, it was a weird way that said she cared. That wasn't it here. Arden wasn't anything to this presumed dead man. A speck that was worthless. Simply cannon fodder.

  “You'll live. You'll warn the others to not mess with my family.” In that moment, he swore the Kingpin’s brilliant blue eyes glowed . They'd never leave his memory. Expressionless. Emotionless. Cold as ice. Glowing something more than human. He nodded, frog in his throat. The man left without another word.

  Arden was alone. A single man alive. In a mess of bodies. Surrounded by overwhelming grey, the smell of a copper factory, and spots of red so dark they were almost black. With the memory of blue eyes glowing behind his eyelids.

#whumptober2021 #no. 9 #rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated #no. 28 #good. you're finally awake. #fake ah crew #geoff ramsey #immortal fahc #immortal fake ah crew #blood #oc #oc-centric #whumptober #writings

[the-bunny-prince]

So I've seen a few people post their FAHC OCs around here so I chose to set up a discord to chat about them, develop them, and even roleplay possibly.

If you wanna join feel free to ask for a link!

#achievement hunter #fahc #fake ah crew #fahc oc #fake ah crew oc

[doobler]

Plunge

"Alright, me time."

Edgar propped his hands up on his hips. Standing in his underwear in the kitchen, he admired his spread of snacks. From Pringles to Takis, sour gummy worms to Sno Balls, he had all his bases covered. All that remained was a tall glass of any booze he could scrounge up and his night would be set.

He was halfway through shoving a handful of chips into his mouth when a knock came at the door. Weird. It was just past eleven. Groaning loudly, he choked down his chips and slipped on a shirt just baggy enough to cover his ass. Checking to make sure the closest drawer did in fact have a loaded pistol, he slowly eased the door open.

Edgar gasped. The body leaning against the doorframe was soaked in blood. He tried to push it back with the door when it moaned.

"Ed.... Please...."

"James?!"

Their head tilted back and sure enough, there were two pretty blue eyes and a familiar slightly crooked nose. Edgar felt paralyzed, fingers clenching at the doorknob.

"What... What happened?!"

"Can I... Come in...?"

"Oh! Yeah, of course!"

Edgar scuttled back, holding out his hand to help James inside. He staggered a few feet before collapsing on the couch. Edgar bolted to the bathroom, pulling out the old first aid kit shoved deep under the sink. When he returned, James had pulled off his jacket and pushed up his shirt. He had a few circular wounds, undeniably from bullets, and a long shallow cut down one arm. Pulling out the hydrogen peroxide, Edgar soaked a rag and began dabbing at every injury.

"You look like hell!" He cried, fear like ice in his veins. "What the fuck happened?! I thought you were out working again!"

"I mean..." James hissed softly, his wounds stinging. "Technically, yeah."

"What d'you mean, 'technically'?"

James inhaled slowly. He looked as gorgeous as usual, long honey brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, errant strands framing his face nicely. He didn't have his glasses on, which was an odd sight, but he actually looked better without them.

"Can I just... Rest a bit first?" He pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah, of course! Let me get you some water--"

Edgar filled a glass, dropping in a straw for good measure. He held it as James drank, watching closely when he once again melted into the cushions with a deep sigh. After staring for a few solid minutes, James finally gave in.

"Y'know... The Fakes?" 

"The Fake AH Crew?" Edgar snorted, unpeeling a bandaid and awkwardly placing it over a bullet wound. "Yeah, those rich thug assholes who make my commute a daily hell. What about them?"

James gave him a leveled look, a terrifying sense of honesty written on his face. Edgar shook his head slowly, the gradual realization stabbing into his heart.

"No... No, you told me.... You said you were in IT! You did computer shit!"

"A younger me did, yeah," James clarified. "Present me? Not so much."

Edgar stood up and stepped back. He looked at the bloodstained jacket again, finally taking in the solid black leather and its stripes of blue accents. Oh. Oh fuck no.

"You--"

"I... 'Moonlight' as The Vagabond, yes," James flexed his fingers in air quotes. "I was out on a self-assigned hit and got hit back twice as hard. I... Remembered your address and knew you were much closer than the base. If I'd tried to get back home, I probably would've bled out "

Edgar was breathing hard, hazel eyes wide, brows draw in. He leaned heavily against the wall, blinking rapidly.

"I know.... It's a lot," James pushed off the couch, clutching at his side and wincing. "But I need to get out of here. Either... You can drive me or I gotta drive myself. But I gotta be quick."

Edgar looked at him again, those damned eyes, that long hair, his stupid jawline and annoyingly pretty lips. He was hyperventilating a little bit from the stress and tried his best to stay calm. Sweeping his hair off his face, Edgar met James' eyes. Neither of them blinked.

"Can you... Give me thirty seconds?" Edgar finally spoke.

James relaxed a fraction and nodded. Within moments, Edgar was in ripped jeans and the same shirt with a thin jacket layered on top. He slipped on his only sensible pair of shoes, powder pink Chucks, and pocketed his emergency miniature canister of mace. He contemplated grabbing his gun, the only real weapon he owned, but decided against it. Somehow, the denial of danger was keeping him focused.

"I just got a fucking raise, I was gonna have a fucking night to my goddamned myself," Edgar muttered as he packed. "But no, god knows there's no fucking good fortune in a backwater shit city like fucking Los Santos."

"That's the spirit!"

James flinched at the cold scowl he received. Finally ready, the pair slipped out the door and down the single flight of stairs. Parked outside, rather haphazardly, was no doubt James' car. It easily cost what Edgar made in more than a year. He tried to ignore the obvious bullet holes and slid into the driver's seat. James followed suit, nearly collapsing in the passenger's. His skin was getting pale and little beads of sweat gathered along his forehead.

"If I navigate, can you follow?"

"Of course I fucking can," Edgar growled, buckling himself in and revving the engine. "What am I, a fucking baby?"

"No, you're not."

James' somewhat ditzy smile was replaced with an awkward frown when Edgar shot him a death glare.

"You're not off the hook, mister, not by a long shot," Edgar pulled them into reverse then drive, smoothly slamming his foot down on the gas. "Either you die on the way or I kill you with my bare fucking hands."

"Wow," James croaked as they sped down the street well over the speed limit. "You sure are a catch, huh?"

#self-insert #fahc #fake ah crew #tiny fic #ryan #edgar #yee yee #finally #my oc