#jeremattichael

[writerofshit]

welp, the new minecraft for first has made this thought emerge: jeremattichael are absolute shits to each other, poking fun and being general nuisances, but if anyone outside the fakes says SHIT abt 1 of them, there's hell to pay. also, while the pestering is fun, there is always implicit affection throughout that becomes explicit when in private, whether alone or with the rest of the crew, just general sweetness and lil pda, not too much tho

YES, 100% on board with this. I've said it before and I'll say it again: the love language of the fahc is just general assholery/pestering + lovingly bullying one another. It is all that they know.

Let's imagine they're robbing a bank or something, Jeremy and Michael acting as the muscle/putting the fear of god into those in the lobby. They're throwing playful jabs back and forth, arguing about who's more terrifying.

"I'm definitely the badass here, M, everybody knows you've got a baby face under that mask."

"That's funny, considering the Rimmy Tim get-up makes you look like you were dressed by a preschooler."

Matt is on cams, carefully keeping an eye out for anybody trying to be a hero. Technically. He's mostly just giggling to himself and resisting the urge to remind them that the person who's most badass doesn't even have to be there to instill fear. And they both look like children playing dress up, actually.

It goes on, Michael and Jeremy pacing, Matt watching, the rest of the crew fulfilling whatever role they had. It's pretty chill, as bank robberies go.

Until Michael trips over the corner of a rug and gets ruthlessly mocked for it.

"Wow, first day on the job, or-?"

Matt pops up on the comm line "I saw that, and you're a fool. Just so you know."

"Hey Mich- er, M, careful, there is another rug you've stepped over 20 times now. Wouldn't want it to jump out and surprise you as well."

"Alright, both of you can fuck off."

It's all good natured, all a fun story they can tell later. Until the useless security guard makes a comment under his breath. "How the fuck are we being robbed by such incompent assholes?"

Which would be fine, if they didn't have someone like Matt watching and listening to everything. He switches easily to the overhead speakers. "Hey, dickhead with the questions, maybe don't make fun of the guys with the guns."

"Axial?"

"You wanna talk shit about these guys, pretty sure your job was to prevent this type of thing. Maybe take a look in the mirror when you talk about incompetence." He probably shouldn't have given so much of his hand away, but he's irritated. Nobody gets to talk shit about his crew and live to tell about it. Especially not when it comes to Michael or Jeremy.

Later, after it's all over and the celebration has died down, Michael brings it up again. "You know I dont need you guys to defend me, yeah? Guy can say whatever he wants."

"Not about you." Jeremy says darkly.

Matt squeezes his hand. "You may not need us to, but we're gonna do it anyway."

"Besides," Jeremy begins, and there's already a giggle seeping into his tone. "I was worried you were gonna trip on your shoelace next, derail the whole thing. Somebody had to maintain control."

"You guys are assholes." But he's smiling anyway.