So I’ve been doing some thinking about my writing.
From the get go, I made very sure that I was never writing about the ah members as people. I don’t do office fics, or anything that approximates real life. I did this for my own comfort; I didn’t want to write about real people, I wanted to write about the characters they created.
To that end, I’ve only ever written about the vagabond, not about RH. Right now, I don’t feel comfortable continuing to write or curate content with him in it. While I’m processing how I feel, I’m going to put distance between me and the character of the vagabond.
I understand that for some of you, the character and the person are distinct enough that this isn’t as much of an issue for you. So for right now, I’m not going to delete the things I’ve written. They represent a period of creativity in my life I’m happy about, and they were written before any of this happened. I am going to be removing the tags off them. Anything I’ve written with him in it will have his first and last name tagged, and a request not to reblog, so if you’re looking to block it, his name is all you’ll need. I’m going to be going through my blog in the next couple days and changing the tags for content with him in it as well as removing content that is specifically about him and not his characters. Stuff with him and other ah members I’ll deal with on a case by case basis, but I’ll make sure to tag everything consistently.
Finally, I want to say in no uncertain terms that what RH did was fucking disgusting, and I do not, in any way shape or form, condone his actions. This is not an RH apologist space. I believe victims, and I believe the people RH engaged with are victims of a predator. There is no excuse that justifies that behaviour.
Thanks for reading. If y’all need to talk more, or make requests for things to tag, you can always message me!
With everything that’s been going on, I don’t feel comfortable continuing fantober with jeremwood ficlets. I’m not going to cast judgments or throw stones with the information available, but until this resolves, one way or another, I don’t feel comfortable creating or curating that kind of content.
The AH fandom will always hold a special place in my heart as the spot where I reignited my love of writing. Y'all showed me that I am capable of producing works that can make people happy, and that’s been worth the world to me. I hope that I can continue to do that. But until things clarify, I need to stop and reflect.
Catch y'all on the flipside.
Fandom: Achievement Hunter, FAHC
Rating: Teen and up
Warnings/tags: Mention of guns,violence, and blood.
Word count: 802
-rolling up sleeves- So!
If I had to give Jeremy a name that isn’t Jeremy to insert him as a character in rvb, I’d call him JD. which is….just his initials. And his name is still Jeremy. But the joke can be that he’s called/referred to by people as JD (or JT?….nah I like JD) but his name is Jeremy.
And I’m still saying Jeremy unless canon or backlash gives me a reason to go “fine I’ll call him JD :p” but like let’s be real. Look me in the eyes. Look at me? It’s just me inserting Jeremy into rvb for the sole purpose of the hell of it and also because I’m a jeremwood slut first.
So Jeremy aka JD is just a guy. Just a dude. He’s a mechanic, best with land vehicles but he can do some small things for small ships. More noteworthy tho, he’s an armor technician specialist. Which is me stringing long words together just to say “he fixey the armor good.” Which when everyone’s new fashion sense is armor and armor only, or everyone in space is in armor, it’s got him becoming a popular source for repair. Specifically power armor. Specifically really cool power armor that has nifty power ups or enhancements. And also general repair and combat damage. That’s nice to have out in space.
So prior to whatever circumstances occurred to create Team Bad Bi’s (Zero’s squad except my way cooler better name), Diesel is just a merc. Ex Spartan program, could have been a Freelancer candidate, went renegade and merc. He frequently works and joins the shenanigans of Phase and Zero in “security detail” (in quotes because idk what they’re be up to or doing. Dangerous things. Tentatively named neutral guys? Whatever.) But Diesel is our beloved, feral, murder machine of bullheadedness. He gets hurt. His armor gets messed up. Has to go get it tuned up or repaired (and maybe even enhanced? Hmmm perhaps we now have the source of the power armor light-up power ups hmmmm) and that’s when Jeremy came in. Contracted by Zero, or Phase, or Diesel, depending on who, to work and fix their armor.
Most meet and greet your armor technicians with Diesel go…..badly. Screaming, running, some dead or maimed bodies, some wet pants.
Jeremy was late but he was late because he was trying to get something tasty for him and thre new client to enjoy while they looked over armor systems and what all it needed now and in the future. Being late had him get two boxes instead of one, as an apology. Do merc’s like coffee? Or juice? Alcohol? Meh, he’ll deal with two boxes of pastries or nadda then for an apology. So Jeremy arrives and comes face to face with a behemoth of a man standing at 7 feet tall made of pure muscle and angry eyes. Angry eyes that take in his apology for being late and then stop being angry as two boxes of tasty sugary things are presented on the table. Within seconds half the box is gone and Diesel is half reclining in a chair and half reclined onto the table as the ice breaks and Jeremy walks through what needs to be done for his armor.
Honestly, Jeremy doesn’t know what the fuss was when he said his client was a big guy calling himself Diesel. Give him some apology donuts and the big guy is fine. A little growly and snappy, but fine. Makes weird jokes about murder, but like, Jeremys no saint either and has heard worse jokes or comments before at the bar, and he just laughs them off and tosses a few in himself, and the big guy Diesel just gives him this sort of happy lil grin, showing off his sharp teeth (weirdos real into being weird and got his teeth done, but hey, we all got things right?) and they keep passing back and forth inbetween talking about repair work and the bill.
Zero finds out Jeremy not only lived the meet and greet to tell the tale but also asked if he’ll be seeing them (Diesel) around more and well, they’re not throwing away the first armor tech/mechanic they’ve found that Diesel didn’t main or kill and actually *likes*, now are they?
Synopsis: Alternate Universe in which Jeremy works at a bakery. One day when he’s taking the trash to the dumpster behind the shop he comes across Ryan, the homeless man living there. Life ensues…
Summary: After a successful heist, the FAHC crew split to lay low. Ryan and Jeremy waste no time getting down and dirty.
Tags: smut, trans! Ryan, bottom Ryan, top Jeremy, oral eating, creampie, afab terms used
Notes: Just wanted to write a quick pwp featuring oral sex with some creampie. Hope you enjoy.
Successful heists always leave the crew basking, smug in their knowledge that once again, they had outsmarted not only whatever target they had hit, but also the police.
There’s an air about them as they all split into groups, going to hide or tease the LSPD some more or spend the money they just took on frivolous things. They leave each other with large grins and knowing winks, ready to ride the high for as long as possible.
For Jeremy and Ryan, after that day’s particular heist, it also leaves them feeling horny.
Oh my GOD yes, I am absolutely here for this idea.
I love love love their friendship so goddamn much, especially in the FAHC universe. Because she’s not in the crew, never really even worked with them all that much, just happens to be good friends with them. She’s roped Ryan into so many various shenanigans over the years, including: making him go on 6 am runs with her, having him help her plan Gav’s birthday party one year, assisting her with a hit during NYFW (which is when the ‘Ryan as an undercover model’ thing began) and what they refer to as 'The Strip Club Incident’.
Meanwhile, she’s become the one Ryan trusts most with anything personal. He’s not going to break in the middle of a heist to ask anybody else whether they think he and Jeremy would make a cute couple. He also isn’t going to ask if they think he’s capable of settling down, or complain about how running affects his knees.
Meg has told him a thousand times that he can absolutely be part of a disgustingly domestic couple, he’s made for it, really. She’s set him up more times than he can count, never once with any success. Every other week she calls him up with “So I have a friend…”
“How many goddamn friends do you have Meg? And how many do I have to embarrass myself in front of before you stop?”
And then Jeremy joins the crew, and Ryan falls head over heels for him. Just falls so fucking hard it’s unbelievable. He mentions it offhand to Meg one night, which he immediately regrets. He tries to play it off like “New guy in the crew, kinda cute, its whatever.” But she zeroes in on it.
“The fact that you even admitted he’s cute means you actually like him.”
“No…. Come on, if that were true I wouldn’t have said anything at all!” Which is bullshit, because he knows her well enough that had he avoided any opinion, she would have jumped to the obvious conclusion. He thought the tiny admission would make her assume he wasnt really interested. An attempt at reverse psychology that failed horribly, of course.
They argue back and forth for a bit before he hangs up on her, threatening to make her run alone if she ever brings it up again. Except shes Meg, he literally cant say no to her, and she cant let anything go.
She pesters him on and off for about a month before something happens. He’s on the phone with her while she’s on a drive to a hit somewhere, lamenting his ever growing crush on Jeremy. “He’s hot and he’s funny, Meg, this isn’t fair.”
“Oh my god, so are you, you self deprecating asshole.” She says, with this exasperated sigh like they’ve had this conversation a million times. They have, but she doesnt have to point it out like that. “You’re an absolute catch, Ryan, Jeremy would be lucky to have you.”
“You and I have different views of me.”
“Yeah, I’m right and you’re an idiot. And hey, if it all goes to shit I could use a partner. You’d be driving right now and I’d be sleeping.”
“Thanks so much. At least I have a fallback career as your chauffeur.”
It’s a fairly standard conversation, except for the fact that Ryan’s in the garage and has her on speakerphone while he fiddles with his bike. It is admittedly, extremely cliche to accidentally discuss someone while the subject of your discussion is listening at the door. Cliche, but also par for the course of Ryan’s luck.
“Are you guys talking about me?” Comes a voice from behind Ryan.
Ryan freezes, and Meg laughs through the phone. “Oh shit, Ry, is that who I think it is?”
“Are you- do you like me, Ryan?” Jeremy fully ignores the listening ears on the phone.
“I- Meg, I’m gonna need you to turn around and come help-”
“Sorry Ryan, I’m going through a tunnel!” She says, completely clearly. “But text me and let me know how it goes!”
“Liar, don’t you fuckin-” and then she hangs up, and Ryan is left alone with Jeremy. Jeremy who is staring at him, looking mostly confused, and slightly entertained.
“Um. I can explain? How- how much did you hear?”
“Meg thinks I’d be lucky to have you and you have a fucked up perception of yourself.”
“Oh. I- I have no explanation, actually.” He supposes working with Meg wouldnt be too bad. He’s not keen on getting stuck with every driving job that comes along though.
“That I’d make a good chauffeur?” Because jokes. Jokes are the way to get out of this.
“I would be lucky to have you. Just… Never thought you’d be interested in me.” Jeremy says, and Ryan’s brain short circuits.
He says something that he intends to be 'are you serious’ but comes out sounding a lot more like his brain just keysmashed. But Jeremy only smiles at him, and Ryan falls a little more.
A week or so later when hes recapping the whole thing over text to Meg, Jeremy sleeping peacefully beside him, he leaves put the part about flubbing his confession. She still calls him out on it though.
’Bet you didnt even say you liked him, just bleh-ed at him until he got it.’
He regrets being friends with her sometimes.
This is so fucking funny to me??
I like to think that Jeremy will sing it
at to him whenever Ryan gets lost in thought, staring off into nothingness. Just popping up from behind him 🎶but when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell-🎶
Which immediately snaps Ryan out of whatever daydream he was in “If you say one more fucking word im leaving and never coming back.”
The terrible thing is he catches himself humming it far more than he’d ever admit?? Sharpening knives or cleaning guns or whatever, and he finds himself bopping along to this godforsaken song. It’s been stuck in his head for as long as hes been dating Jeremy, maybe a month or so off.
One day yeah, he’s in the grocery store shopping for Healthy Fruits and Veggies, definitely not snack cakes and frozen pizza, when it happens to come on the radio. It doesn’t even register at first, he’s just mumbling along to it while he inspects Little Debbie products. He catches someone looking at him strangely, and that’s when he realizes.
He shoves everything onto an empty shelf in order to take out his phone. He doesn’t call Jeremy, just films a slow zoom up to the speaker and sends it to him over Snapchat. The caption reads “"FUCK YOU, I was in the second verse before I realized. THIS IS ME BREAKING UP WITH YOU!!”
Jeremy sends back a picture of himself grinning in response.
Let’s be honest with ourselves, the ‘other person’ is literally always Jack. Occasionally it’s Jack and Fiona, exchanging glances and shaking their heads at these oblivious morons.
Like… Jeremy’s in the kitchen eating pizza or something, the ladies are planning the next 'Family Fun Day’ and shooting down his numerous suggestions. (“Throwing smoke bombs on the pier is NOT Family Day appropriate.”
“Who are you to tell me how to celebrate?”
“How he celebrates!” Fiona repeats mockingly, shaking her head.)
In walks Ryan, barefoot and still in pajama pants, even though it’s 2pm. Immediately Jeremy straightens up and hides his pizza behind himself. “Hi Ryan! Gavin and I were talking to Matt about playing-”
“Can’t.” Ryan says, immediately turning red. “Um. Work. Planning.”
“That’s weird, Ryan.” Jack pipes up. “We said no planning a heist until after we all take a week off.”
Ryan just stares at her silently before grabbing a diet coke out of the fridge. “I have to go now.” He says, avoiding any and all eyes in the room.
As soon as he’s gone Jeremy slumps down again. “He hates me.” He says, tone definitely not filled with self pity. “Did you see that? I asked him to play video games and he ran.”
“Jeremy, oh my god.” Fiona shakes her head. “Didn’t you guys profess your undying love for each other like a week ago?”
“No! I mean… Yeah, but that was after he fell off a boat, and it was a Battle Buddies thing… I don’t want to be weird about it.”
Jack and Fiona just stare at each other in disbelief that someone could be that much of an idiot.
A friend pointed out in this thumbnail that Adam super looks like something out of the AU where Gavin and Jeremy had a kid who did the time travel-thing to fix something that went Horribly Wrong???
Or their kid from an alternate universe they contact via wacky science shenanigans involving other dimensions and continue to video conference once the two of realize the pining they’ve been doing is mutual?
(Also alternate dimension them video conference from time to time to talk science and the whatnot? Also brainstorm gift ideas when they’re drawing a blank and suchlike.)
FAHC!Jeremy: Look me in the eyes and give it to me straight. Did you kill him?
FAHC!Ryan: I don’t know how you expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.
FAHC AU with hitmens!Gavin and rookie hitmens!Fiona who end up in Los Santos due to betrayal from their bosses/agency?
They manage to stay under the radar by posing as being known as a pair of generally competent criminal types? Hacker and muscle and both above average snipers. Know their tech and computer stuff, which is always a nice bonus.
Kind of idiots.
I need to watch that again! Everyone always goes on about how Jeremy says Ryan’s name but they always forget how cute it is when Ryan says Jeremy’s name in a weird way ITS ALWAYS SO MFCUTE!!!!!!!!
Lol, same, friend! XD
So, like. Much as I love other Destiny AUs I’ve blathered on about before, what do you say about a Battle Buddies in the Destiny universe?
These two idiots working for Clovis Bray during the Golden Age, right? Troubleshooters or just a pair of mercenaries that somehow ended up on the Clovis Bray payroll.
Time for the tumblr post for my @rtwritingcommunity Secret Sunshine fics!!!!
(I wrote 2 this time so im gonna link both of them here instead of two diff posts!)
(Summary: the 3 times everyone tried to figure out the Vagabond + the one time they attempted to get to know him ; gen fake ah crew shenanigans!)
“Alright so, hear me out,” Ryan says a little bit later, stepping into the kitchen, his voice low, sort of weary, “I owed them a favor, and they’re not really tied up, but they are pretty important people in our world, so they’re out doing some sort of mission and well.” He pauses, glances up at Jeremy almost sadly, “I like kids. And I’d just. It was easy to say yes to them. Alexander isn’t a difficult baby, and it’s only for about a week. Afterwards, we’ll go back to doing normal missions that involve death and destruction.”
Jeremy’s faced with his toughest mission yet….babysitting ; pre-slash Jeremy/Ryan as battle buddies taking on a super super tough mission!)
Ryan doesn’t care for scary movies because to him they just aren’t scary. He has a lot more fun making fun of them than watching them. So it’s easy for Ryan to just make fun of them for Jeremy. He just lets the thoughts out. Now they do it for every movie. They don’t ever shut up.
It’s gotten so bad that the Battle Buddies are banned from movie night.