Summary: The Fakes hate Gemini. They’re a vicious, cut-throat crew who go against everything the FAHC stand for. But when a bigger, badder threat comes along, Michael and Ryan are forced to team up with Gavin - Gemini’s mastermind thief - to take down a common enemy.
The two of them are determined not to get too close - but living together in a small safe house, it’s hard to hide all the ways that you’re broken.
Ryan wakes up slowly to find himself in a hospital bed. His head feels thick and woozy, but nothing really hurts too badly. He lifts his head a little, disoriented, and it takes a moment before he recognises the room as the medical centre of their base. He turns his head and smiles as he notices Michael and Gavin curled up together in one of the arm chairs next to the bed. Gavin’s head is resting on Michael’s shoulder, the two of them looking at something on an iPad together, murmuring softly.
“Hey,” Ryan says, or tries to. Nothing but a faint rasp comes out, but it’s enough. They look up and their eyes widen and they’re springing up immediately, rushing to his bedside. Ryan tries to sit up a little more and grimaces; everything feels stiff and heavy.
“Hey, hey, don’t push yourself,” Michael chides. He reaches out and adjusts Ryan’s pillows, helping him to sit up gently. Gavin brings a cup of water to his lips and he drinks gratefully. It washes out the chemical taste in his mouth and when he tries to speak again it’s a little clearer.
I would lie of course. I lied a lot and with good reason: to protect the truth—safeguard it like wearing fake gems to keep the real ones from getting stolen or cheapened by overuse. I guarded what truths I possessed because information was not a thing—it was colorless odorless shapeless and therefore indestructible. There was no way to retrieve or void it no way to halt its proliferation. Telling someone a secret was like storing plutonium inside a sandwich bag the information would inevitably outlive the friendship or love or trust in which you’d placed it. And then you would have given it away.
I’m an observer. I stay quiet, lowkey, taking in everything I can. Stolen glances, facial expressions, the way our eyes can light up, or as if there’s a whole universe imbedded in them. I pay attention when you think no one is looking, that’s when you learn the most about someone. The little mannerisms that make everyone so unique. I’m fascinated by the way people interact with each other. How someone looks at the person they love when their talking about their day. How completely focused and consumed a person is when reading a good book. The way you can tell how much hardship the world has put someone through when they talk about pain. How trusting someone is by how much they share about themselves because they’ve never been hurt. I feel disconnected from most people I come across, and I’m a very good judge of character because of this. Every conversation I engage myself in you may think it’s just a normal talk, but I analyze every single aspect of it. I notice the little things that mean so much to me.
Whoever writes People magazine captions deserves a Pulitzer. Solid prose. I spot four hyphenated words and three adverbs (loathsome things in grammar) and somehow I just believe in this sentence entirely. Mostly because I have a sense that the person writing this really believes it too. And that’s what’s getting me out of bed every day—that someone else believes in what they do as much as I do. I have a job, you have a job, we all have a job. Do your job well. That’s why we get out of bed. We gotta pay the bills. If you’re not feeling up to it, my advice: take two Aleve® and keep it moving (in your low-key bomber). Fake it ‘til you make it.
Aries: Do not mourn over things that never did you any good. Do not look at those moments with rose colored nostalgia. They will always lead you astray.
Taurus: Keep your head up. The critics will come hard and fast. Tell them to fuck off with middle fingers up. You are so much better then this fucking town.
Gemini: The ghosts can’t hurt you anymore. Even as they reach out from the past. You’ve got the salt. You’ve got the gun now. You are in charge, and they should be scared. Not you. Not anymore.
Cancer: Stop going back to burned bridges. Trying to make something out of the ashes. Remind yourself you set the flames for a god damn reason. Mourn the loss, but don’t keep going back to the scene of the crime.
Leo: You are not the chaos around you. Not the pain that the aftermath is causing. You are so much more then the bad things you think about yourself. Learn to make the eye of the storm your home.
Virgo: Sometimes you need to let go of the past and all of the memories it holds. It’s going to hurt in a way you couldn’t imagine, but you have to clean out the infection to get better. You will get better.
Libra: Stop following people down rabbit holes. If you were meant to be 6 feet under you would be. Do not rush time and do not test fate. You can not try to take their place.
Scorpio: Do not apologize for doing what you had to do. For having a spine. For learning to pick up a knife and defend yourself. You do not owe them an explanation. You do not owe them an apology. You do not owe them anything.
Sagittarius: Stop trying to destroy your beauty, just because you can not see it. It doesn’t matter how much alcohol. How many pills. How many scars you give yourself. You are still as bright as the sun. Just as beautiful as the moon.
Capricorn: Hold them to the standards you expect of yourself. If they can not meet them, then they don’t deserve a seat at the table with you. Do not dim your light or slow down to make them comfortable. It’s not worth it.
Aquarius: It’s okay to indulge. Okay to go numb every once in awhile. You do not have to sit there and make yourself suffer night after night, just to be strong. It is okay to break. It is okay to be weak. It is okay to need a moment of true peace.
Pisces: If you keep faking a smile long enough, you’ll eventually start to believe it to. Just try and pretend at being happy now, so that you can learn to be really happy when the time comes.
hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.
With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?
Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?
Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.
“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.
Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
Seokjin - He would definitely be taken aback by your unexpectedly adorable moan, but he wouldn’t be too fazed by it, and would simply continue to trail kisses down your throat, nipping at your sensitive skin, letting him hear more of your soft mewls as a small smile creeped onto his plump lips.
Yoongi -Honestly, Yoongi wouldn’t care how cute your moans were, as long as you were letting him know how well he was doing at pleasing you, and the sounds escaping past your lips did just that. He’d probably even get so cocky about it that he’d tease or touch you at random to just hear your sweet moans again.
Hoseok - His immediate reaction would be to pinch your cheeks and coo at you, the sounds of his outbursts leveling over your quiet pleas for him to let go of your face. Although the mood had subsided, Hobi would cover your face in kisses as he admired your bright smile and flushed cheeks. “Ahh, my girlfriend is so adorable!”
Namjoon - To be honest, Namjoon would love your moans, and he would love the fact that they were cuter than he had expected. Not only would they turn him on more, but they would definitely give him a huge boost of confidence that would only give him the chance to let him hear more of you.
Jimin - His hands would stop at your hips as soon as you moaned sweetly at his touch, his entire body freezing as he shyly looked up at you with a small grin. He would then laugh quietly to himself, and of course, feeling embarrassed, you’d playfully hit him, only causing him to burst out into a fit of laughter, eventually drawing you in to join him. “You’re so cute, jagiya!”
Taehyung - His face would be buried in the crook of your neck as a smirk spread across his lips, proud of himself as he got you to moan in such a beautiful way that only made him crave you more. He’d look up at you and bite down on his bottom lip, staring intently at your embarrassed expression before rising up to connect your lips with his, continuing the sensual moment between you two.
Jungkook - As soon as you let a soft moan to escape past your lips, you covered your mouth with yours hands from pure embarrassment, heat flushing to your face at the fact that your boyfriend had heard you moan for the first time. However, he would simply grab your chin and press his lips against yours, letting you know that he wanted to hear you as his hands roamed your body, making you melt at his touch.
ok, but FAHC au, where the Golden Boy is a big misunderstanding.
Gavin is a teenager who befriends Burnie over Halo. They become really good friends and he even meets everyone else (Matt, Joel, Gus, Geoff). Gavin’s excited, Gavin loves playing with them, Gavin enjoys talking with them. This goes on for a few years till one day, Gavin gets an invitation from them to come stay in the states for a few days.
Having just moved out and needing a vacation. Gavin eagerly agrees. And it’s fun and amazing and though his friends are a bit older than he thought and the city is a bit gritter than he was used too (coming from a small village in Enlgand) Gavin enjoys his stay.
All the way up till he’s walking down the street with Burnie and Geoff and they get held up by someone wanting revenge against the “Roosters”. Gavin freaks out and just freezes. And then he witnesses something crazy.
Burnie and Geoff hand the gunman his ass, laughing at him and talking down before shooting him. Then they seem to realize Gavin is still there. They turn towards and watch Gavin carefully. And Gavin had just witnessed a death for the first time in his life, having seen his friends commit that death, and he doesn’t know what to do.
So he fakes it. Laughs it off and tries to push all of his raging emotions down. Geoff and Burnie seem to have relaxed at that and continue on as nothing had happened.
For some reason, Gavin continues to fake it. Tries not to flinch when they touch him or hand him a gun. Tries to play it cool (maybe because he really likes Burnie and Geoff and they’ve been there for years and he can’t imagine losing them especially because they are his only friends) just fakes it, fakes it, fakes it.
Goes home and continues to fake it, continues to talk to them and hopes that nothing comes of it. Fakes it when they ask, a year later when Gavin complains enough about his job (that he never fully told them what he did-opps?) to come live with them. Not wanting the others to realize he had lied this whole time, Gavin learns stuff. How to shoot (hoping the entire time he never has to shoot) and computer stuff (he’s always been good with technology, hacking shouldn’t be too hard, right?)
Gavin goes to America and continues to fake it. Meets Michael (a rage-filled guy who is proud to have killed people-but is actually funny and nice and he becomes Gavin’s best friend?) and Jack (nice man who loves to make fun of Gavin but has also shot people to protect the crew) and the rest and. Gavin is so awkward about the conversation that he just fakes it for three years.
And then suddenly, he’s in a gang, calling himself the Golden Boy. And none of them know that he has never killed anyone or considers himself a criminal and has lied to them all.
Basically, Gavin creates the Golden Boy imagine to keep his friends who he accidentally finds out are criminals.