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[lifeiskentastic]

hey could you write something for Richard Haywood? perhaps a best friends to lovers trope? It would be interesting to see how that would work with a character like Richard

sorry, I thought I wouldn't be too sick but as you can see…

Richard Haywood and gn!Reader as friends to lovers story

Gif by @nikolajwaldau

A/N: Richard is one of my favs actually, but I feel like I got his character a little wrong (tbh I do it with most of my fics) so I just wanted to ask you to point out my mistakes in that regard, because I I don't want to go too far into OOC :")

Summary: At some point, your dear friend Richard became… too tactile?;

Word count: 942 words;

I hope this is what you asked for!

So you had one close friend. A very strange close friend. Although, after so many years together, you have become absolutely accustomed to all the nuances and contradictions of his exotic character.

But lately, there has been something in his behavior that even your trained, hardened mind could not comprehend. Richard has become more tactile.

Well, he used to be able to grab your shoulder out of the blue, hold your hands, and even run his hand through your hair. But at some turning point, he became extremely tactile. That is, now he grabbed your shoulder more firmly, held your hands longer, and even ran his hand through your hair in a less friendly way.

And this could not but confuse you. On top of that, his eyes were becoming more and more cunning with every walk after school. And you, as his friend, knew perfectly well that this would definitely not end well.

So, it was absolutely logical that you decided to do something about this tense situation.

'You became a bit too tactile.'

The only thing that was not absolutely logical in this tense situation was why you asked such a direct question! But the words were already out of your mouth, and there was nothing you could do about it. Fortunately or unfortunately.

'What?'

The angry look of Richard, who had just been interrupted from a very important game machine in the gaming center, turned sharply to you.

You had to swallow hard before starting again:

'Well, you started... touching me more, you know?'

You were sure he would understand. As long as it was in the right way.

'And?' Richard looked at you intently (though more like stared) and began one of his favorite things: gesturing and contorting you. 'Does this give you some new hope?'

His last words were cut short by his amused giggle.

You lowered your head, only not to see your "best friend's" raised eyebrows in derision.

'No! No... You don't understand. I just wanted to say that you are a very tactile person, Richard. That's all.'

'Pfft. "Tactility" and "non-tactility" were invented by losers who are too scared to go up and touch another person.'

'Uh-huh. I see.'

After all these years of friendship, you've long since given up arguing with Richard, so you didn't try this time. But still...

'So you can go up to any person and just touch them?'

'Well, yes.'

'But you still don't touch them as much as you touch me.'

You honestly don't know why you're saying all this. You're just happy to stop, but your mouth refused to shut!

It seems that this statement was so powerful that you even managed to surprise Richard! At least, you hoped that his wry sneer and wide-eyed amusement would indicate that.

'I don't touch them too much, because they're not my friends.' You felt as if Richard's mouth had been cut open with a butter knife. Oh, no, he's just smiling. 'Or did you want to hear something else?'

This time there was no laughter. And that was a bad sign, really. A very, very bad sign.

'No, thank you, I heard everything I wanted to hear.' You hurriedly turned around and pretended to be completely devoted to some nearby game machine. After all, it seems that your "close friend" has begun to get closer and closer. In the physical sense of the word.

'Come on, I'm telling the truth,' Richard moved closer to you, whispering in his sly, quirky voice right into your ear.

You cautiously turned to him, just to look him in the eye, but instead you saw his open lips reaching out to you, and his closed eyelids fluttering slightly. You froze there, half-turned to your friend, your gaze blurred, your limbs numb, and eagerly awaiting what would happen next...

'Ha-ha-ha!'

All you could do at that moment was to gape in confusion. And you couldn't be blamed for that, because when Richard pushed away from you as if you were a wall he had almost run into by accident and started giggling, clutching his stomach... Well, the human body is not capable of any other reaction than "gape in confusion".

'Did you really think I was going to kiss you?' Richard didn't stop laughing for a moment, having already begun to wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes. 'Oh, no, no, no, wait, ha-ha-ha... I-I, ha-ha, have to, uh, catch my breath... Ha-ha-ha-ha!'

Finally, your shocked brain has processed all the information that came along with Richard's hoarse laughter. And it did not like this information at all. So now you were blushing. You were blushing with pure anger.

'What, you're not tactile enough for a kiss anymore? "Too scared"?'

Richard, still breathing heavily after his hilarious stunt, held his head high. Slowly, even hints of his former mirth began to disappear from his face. And you didn't know whether this was the reaction you were trying to get with your words or the opposite.

'"Too scared"? You're so sure about that, huh?' It sounds like he was really angry. Well, at least you assumed so when he grabbed you painfully by the jaw, pulling you closer to his angry face, with his teeth clenched tightly and crooked lips. The last thing you remember clearly is the pressure of someone else's lips on yours. And the last conscious thought was just the realization that nothing would be the same. Fortunately or unfortunately. And the last conscious thought was just the realization that nothing would be the same. Fortunately or unfortunately.

***

'So... What do we do now?'

'Actually, we can test your tactility, too.'

[rtscrobbles]

24 with Ryan???

Your day didn't exactly go to plan; your phone decided to just not work, there was congested traffic when you were heading to work in the city and you had to deal with shitty customers who seemed to think they know better. But you plastered a smile on your face and carried on, eyes flicking to the clock that so graciously reminded you of how close you were to closing time. How close you were to being home with Ryan. Your mind pondered on how his day was going, probably infinitely better than yours.

"Excuse me?" A middle aged women coughed, attempting to get your attention. Your train of thought was quickly put on hold as you switched to your customer service mode. You gave the woman a smile and sorted out her needs and by the time you were done, it was home time.

[[READ MORE]]

To say you raced out was an understatement. You made it to your car in record time and put your head back for a second as your body made contact with the seat. You prayed that you would miss peak hour and have a smooth drive home.

A smooth drive apparently wasn't written in the books today. It took you an hour and a half to get home, needless to say the residual anger you had from your day was bubbling and festering into something more. As soon as you stepped foot into your house, you threw your keys on the ground and screamed.

"Y/N?" You heard a deep voice say, stopping you in the moment. You look up to be met with familiar face, normally it would calm you down seeing Ryan after a long day at work but today was different. You just felt anger coursing through your veins. You wanted to shove him out of the way - and you did. You saunted off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, you could hear Ryan's footsteps following you as they weren't that discrete.

"I'm fucking mad. Today has just been a shit day," You exclaim, making no eye contact with Ryan, only looking at the blank wall in front of you. You felt a little better after the drink, but not 100%.

Ryan snaked his arms around your waist and squeezed you slightly, resting his chin on your collarbone. You tried to shrug him off but he resisted.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad"

"Ryan Haywood, I fucking hate you"

[5lbsofsmarties]

21 with Ryan Haywood please?? 😊

Word Count: 436

The sound of shouts and general misery is what drew you to the main room of Achievement Hunter. You’d been walking by and heard what sounded to be Michael and Jeremy screaming for some sort of assistance. Now, you knew that they were very obviously playing a game but you couldn’t help but open the door to take a peek inside just to see what it was that had gotten them all riled up.

In the office itself, the lights were mostly off and five monitors were pulled up to blank white pages which cast a bright light over the faces of the men sitting at those stations.

“Get him, Michael! The Tap Man is done for,” Jeremy screamed as he wildly tapped at his keyboard.

Michael was practically bouncing in his chair, “If I get closer he’ll vom on me, Jeremy!”

It seemed as though no one was paying attention to the door opening and closing as you stepped foot into the room. No one, except for Gavin. “Y/N!” he shouted, having spotted you in the capture of his webcam. He whipped around and looked at you with wild, frantic eyes.

“Go stop Ryan from killing us all. He’s already got me and Fiona, but Jeremy and Michael can make it if they get away!”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process just what it was that he was saying. When it all finally clicked, you strolled across the room to where Ryan was sitting at his desk. You could see Jeremy’s character on the shoulder of Ryan’s as he made his way to a hook. “Ry? Darling,” you said softly as you bent enough to nearly eye level with him.

His eyes cut briefly from the screen to you but returned just as fast.

Reaching out, you grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled his head to the side so that you could plant a kiss to his lips. You felt him relax and vaguely registered the four other people in the game cheering and shouting. You stayed there for a beat or two longer before slowly pulling away from him, smiling warming as you did so.

“Tap Man’s got the door! Go, go, go!”

Jeremy’s shouts seemed to finally connect to Ryan’s brain and his eyes widened comically before he snapped his head back to his screen. “Fuck! You… You…”

“YOU!” both Michael and Jeremy laughed as they escaped the level.

Ryan whipped around to look at you with a vaguely upset glint in his eyes, “You distracted me!”

“You killed my friends,” you shrugged.

[elysiumwaits]

AH Fic Question

I have some fic on an older account and I'm moving to merge that old account with my current AO3 account, continuing old storylines and such.

HOWEVER.

So back in the day - WAY back in the day, like in 2016 - I wrote some Achievement Hunter fanfiction.

I worked really hard on it, and I liked it.

BUT. This was before we knew about what a creep Ryan Haywood actually is. So a lot of this fic is featured around the Minecraft Kings 'verse. Including a popular fic in the Achievement Hunter fandom at the time, called We Were Kings. I'm not usually a fan of orphaning work. I like to be recognized for my work. But I'm also not sure I want... I don't know. In this fic, he's a character? But in real life, he hurt real people. I don't know what to do here.

I don't want to keep the old account at all. Do I orphan the work? Move it to my current account with a heavy disclaimer and significant trigger warnings? Take it down completely?

What is the AH community doing to deal with things like this now? I've been gone for so long -- I'm only coming back now after years away, because everything that happened with Haywood brought up my own trauma. So what would the community suggest?

[nighttmaire-writing]

FAHC: Sweet Sauce

This is my first time writing for the FAHC. I haven’t really ever written anything like this before, but after reading some of the stories on Tumblr and watching a GTA I had missed from months ago, I was inspired to cover a duo that I haven’t seen on here. Hope you enjoy!

Axial never really goes in the field. Not because he doesn’t want to, nor because he’d be incredibly less effective than any of the others. He tends to hang back to work on the comms and hacking for the team because he knows he’s the best at it. No one else could co-ordinate the communication between the chaos within The Fakes, it takes someone with a will of steel like him to ignore all of the snark and push back with both authority and advice. He also knew that, without specific instructions, no one else in the gang could hack into any targeted building like he could. He also is one of the best at on-the-fly adapting when shit goes south and a plan needs to change. When it comes to field duty, however, he makes exceptions on special occasions. In particular, he will go into the field if requested. 

As it turns out, Matt’s actually pretty adept in at more than just communications, planning and hacking. He’s a stellar driver. This fact wasn’t well known to The Fakes until he trounced them in another Mario Kart tournament, to which a drunk and furious Mogar loudly proclaimed that he could outrace Axial in real life any day of the week. Once everyone was sober, Michael doubled down – and got beaten by Axial. It was a close race, since Michael was brilliant at driving, but Axial had something he didn’t. Knowledge. The hacker knew the city like the back of his hand due to his life on the streets, and once he was told the destination he knew every turn and how to safely make them. Everyone was stunned, as Michael shook Matt's hand with a smirk, calling him a piece of shit. 

Matt only drove for the crew on missions when requested personally, leaving his communications job to The Boss while he would hack remotely from the car. He’s only ever done so for three people, up until this point. Once for Rimmy Tim, since he knew it would be fun. Once for The Golden Boy, because he knew he’d get a good laugh out of it. And once for The Sauce. Almost everything in The Fakes was an unofficial competition. Who got the most kills on a job, who could escape the cops the quickest, even who could piss off The Vagabond first. And there was no one more competitive in the group than Alfredo. Even though these contests meant little-to-nothing, they meant everything to him. He had to win.  And, most of the time, he would. So, when he was told the next job involved multiple hits at different locations, utilising teams of one gunman and one driver, he knew exactly who was going to drive him. 

Convincing Matt wasn’t as hard as The Sauce had thought. Deep down, he had a competitive streak that was just shy of Alfredo’s. All it took was the promise of victory over Gavin, Jeremy and even The Vagabond to convince him. It was getting everyone else on board with having one of their least experienced members in the field to leave the penthouse, to go on a mission with just one other person, that was harder. They knew he could handle the driving job, but they also figured there must be a reason he locked himself in his room during a Heist. The pressure could get to him, and that could get one or both of them hurt. Besides, he’d only ever driven before and this particular job required the use of covering fire from the driver to assist in the gunman’s run inside. As far as The Fakes knew, Axial had no training with a gun. 

With a face that reminded the others of the calm before a storm, Matt pulled out a pistol no one had ever seen on him and cleanly shot three of The Kingpins most expensive vases on the other side of the room in as many shots. As he put his gun away without a word, everyone was quick to agree – Axial was on the mission. 

The robbery teams were; Axial and The Sauce, or 'Sweet Sauce’; Supernova and The Golden Boy, or 'Chungə'; and Rimmy Tim and The Vagabond, or 'The Battle Buddies'. Each team would be simultaneously hitting a different building. Each building was the home of one of the many idiotic celebrities living in Los Santos, those with lots of money and little security. The plan was to steal as much expensive looking gear and/or cash as possible and leave. This was, in turn, a distraction for the main job. With the simultaneous big-name robberies, the police would be spread incredibly thin, allowing Mogar and the Pilot, or 'The Betting Buddies', to 'covertly' enter LSPD headquarters to locate and take information the cops have compiled on The Fakes. Or, as covertly as one could do a job like this with Michael. 

Once Alfredo had recruited Matt to his team, he began to really play up the sense of rivalry they all had. He made sure they all knew the newly christened ‘Sweet Sauce’ were planning on doing everything the best. Fastest to the house, fastest in, most cash grabbed, fastest back to HQ. He enthused with the utmost confidence how they were going to destroy everyone – with a silent grinning Axial standing behind him. The others eventually got riled up enough that they laid down a bet. The team who did each aspect of the job the best would win $1000. Everyone involved in the job, even The Boss and The Wildcard who would both be staying at the penthouse as comms and backup respectively, put in cash to make a prize pool of $3000. Due to the constant feed that would be going to The Boss, he was going to be in charge of timing each team’s work. Michael and Jack then began a betting pool to see who would win the most cash, for those who weren’t participating to have some fun too. In the end, only The Kingpin placed a bet on Sweet Sauce. Everyone thought Matt too inexperienced and Alfredo too cocky. But, for some reason, Geoff saw something different. 

The job was simple, and it went off without a hitch. Each team did their job even better than they normally would, since they had a lot riding on it. Chungə tried to focus on just getting one part as fast as possible. As such, they broke every speed limit and ran every red light to get to their house the fastest. And they succeeded, beating both Sweet Sauce and The Battle Buddies to their destination, both earning $500.  

The Battle Buddies, however, wanted to humble Alfredo, and figured with Matt on the job it would be fairly easy. Even so, not wanting to take the risk, they tried their hardest at getting each aspect as quick as possible, with Rimmy behind the wheel and The Vagabond storming the woefully unprepared home to rob it of as much as he could, before they raced home at record pace. 

They were shocked to see Sweet Sauce had arrived in the garage just seconds before them, with two full duffel bags of loot. Axial and The Sauce had worked incredibly well together, even more so under pressure. It was Matt’s idea for them to take a gamble and both storm the house. If it worked, they’d clear it quicker and they could steal double the gear. The risk was potentially losing their car, which was one of The Sauce’s personal vehicles. Shockingly, he didn’t bat an eye at the idea. Even if, at most, he was only going to make $1500 on this bet and would be losing a far more expensive car the victory itself would be absolutely worth it. And so, they executed their plan to perfection. Axial found the most simplistic and expedient route to their target, they both entered the premises with guns blazing, loaded up their bags and left in complete unison with Alfredo behind the wheel, Axial giving him directions from the passenger seat. Even though he was famously not as good at driving, the two of them wanted to rub in their victory. Matt and Alfredo had just gotten $1000 richer. 

Their victory in two of the three categories had pipped Geoff as the biggest victor in the betting pool, winning a cool $400. After returning from the successful police headquarters heist, Michael was thrilled to learn he won $200 by betting on Chungə. Everyone else don’t make any winnings by betting on ‘the sure bet’ of The Battle Buddies, much to Jack’s dismay. 

This was not the first time that Axial would work out in the field with The Sauce. Doing this job was one of the many reasons that the resident computer expert had decided to be out in the field. It didn’t hurt when The Vagabond tried desperately to earn his winnings back, and The Sauce requested his assistance again. They wouldn’t always work together, but whenever they did it was damn near impossible to top them. 

Hope you guys liked it! I don't know how much FAHC I will be writing, but this was a fun thing I liked in my head. I might try to write more dialogue next time. This sort of recount style fit this story but I want to try my hand at figuring out these characters a little more. If I do more, I think I'll probably focus on Axial/Matt. No surprise, but the boys my favourite.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter

Sample Size: 2,360 stories

Source: AO3

Tags: Fake AH Crew

[snow-den]

Get-Away Car [Ficlet]

(Inspired by the Criminal Masterminds Doomsday Heist Part 1 video) “Look,” Gavin began, his voice taking on a high-pitched defensive tone. “You said you wanted something inconspicuous!”

“Yes,” Ryan said, still staring at the car behind Gavin. “But I meant “four guys driving to a football game” inconspicuous, not “soccer mom on her way to Costco ���inconspicuous.”

“Why is it beige,” Michael asked, frowning as he leant closer as if the car would suddenly change color upon closer inspection. “Who buys a beige mini van?”

“Gavin did,” Jeremy supplied helpfully. Gavin glared at him and Jeremy shrugged his shoulder with a grin. “I told you dude, you could have just stolen something. But no, you insisted on actually going to that car dealer and…”

“Wait, wait,” Michael said, snapping his attention from the car to Gavin. “You actually own this piece of shit?!” “I can’t steal the inconspicuous get-away car, can I?!” Gavin yelped.

“I would have,” Ryan said. He kicked one of the wheels, an expression on his face that indicated he somewhat expected the car to fold like cardboard and reveal the actual car behind it.

“At least I would have bought something that can do more than 120 mph!” he then added.

“Oh my god,” Michael suddenly said, his eyes sparkling with a sadistic glim. “That’s why you asked Geoff for that money, right?”

“I told him it was for heist expenses!” Gavin’s voice had turned so high he was almost squeaking.

“You asked Geoff for money so you can buy a fucking mini van! He is going to love this!” Michael was almost cackling with how hard he was laughing.

“At least he has insurance for the next year,” Jeremy threw in from behind. Michael’s laughter turned into outright howling.

“And the salesman also threw in some free floor mats,” Jeremy added.

“How do you know this?” Ryan asked who had stopped kicking the car and had returned to just staring at it in disbelief.

“Don’t…” Gavin began only to be interrupted by Jeremy.

“Thank you for asking,” Jeremy said, a broad grin having appeared on his face.

“Jeremy, don’t,” Gavin begged.

“Gavin took me along as support.”

“Come on, don’t!”

“And considering we were two guys buying a beige mini van, the guy thought we were about to adopt.”

“This isn’t that funny!”

“Which Gavin only realized when the guy asked if we already had kids or if it would be our first.”

Michael had bent-forward, hands resting on his knees as he was almost crying from how hard he was laughing. Even Ryan cracked a smile.

“It’s just a car, everybody can buy that,” Gavin huffed. “And your ideas for children names suck, Jeremy.”

“Tim and Rim are amazing names, you’re just a shitty husband.”

Michael had managed to stop laughing and opened his mouth to no doubt add his own take when something suddenly exploded behind them.

“Oh right,” Ryan said, a frown appearing on his face. “We were supposed to not be here anymore when that went boom.”

Burning debris started raining down on them. Behind them people were screaming and an alarm sounded. With a few quick steps Ryan made his way to the mini van, opening the driver’s door.

“I can’t believe I am saying this,” he then mumbled gravely. “But everybody, get in the van.”

And with that a very inconspicuous beige mini-van left a burning scene of crime.

[gavinsmichaels]

imagine looking up at the fake ah crew as they brutally murder you 😍😍😍

[rayded-my-heart]

I’d like to offer a Fake AH Ryan and Ray fic but inspired the song Boots by Kesha

That’s it. That’s the whole idea

[achieverooster]

He Came Back Different (Ryan Haywood x Reader)

This is a sky factory au, where you are married to Ryan when he turns himself into a cyborg. At the time you'd hesitantly agreed to join him one day, but now that you've seen what it's done to him you're not so sure anymore.

Word count: 914. Warnings: Mild gore, Brief Character Death and Minor Violence. Rather read on ao3?

A cyborg. Half human, half robot. Ryan had been looking into the mechanics it would take to turn someone into one, and with his intellect it wasn't long before he had figured it out.

Of course, before Ryan turned himself into a cyborg, he made sure to come to you and… well, get your permission. The way he spoke, it was like he knew that one day you would join him- that's what his plan was, after all, so of course he would want your go ahead to move forward. He wouldn't want to be one unless you would be by his side. What's eternity if you don't have someone to spend it with?

He'd assured you that turning himself into a cyborg wouldn't affect him, nor you, at all. Ryan had silenced your worries with soft spoken words and gentle kisses that worked at convincing you far too well.

So, yes, at the time you hesitantly said you'd consider turning yourself into a cyborg as well, and he was off.

You're not too sure how much you want to join him anymore.

In order for him to fully turn he had to die, and watching someone you love slowly waste away really took a toll on you. He was dying for about 7 hours, and the entire time he was screaming. He was dying from the inside out, all of his organs shutting down. It was by no means a quick process, be writhed and screamed until his muscles died. His last breath was exhaled shakily, like he didn't have the energy to scream any longer.

Then took the near half day it took for his body to rebuild. He was quiet for this part, but you knew that was because he didn't have the ability to speak. You hoped it didn't hurt, but… well, you can't imagine it's a pleasant sensation either. Hundreds of tiny robots rebuilding your internal infrastructure doesn't sound like it'd be a fun time.

You were by his side through the entire process, watching and just… waiting. Hoping that the apparent mad scientist you had married so long ago would return to you.

When he finally opened his eyes, it was accompanied with the soft sound of fans rotating- and then he exhaled.

He didn't come back… himself. There was something… off about the way he regarded life now. Before, he had at least shown some sympathy towards the creatures he was forced to slay, but now? He relished in it.

He also… didn't feel pain the same way. You were working on cleaning out a cavern of monsters when you discovered him overtaken by them, but he was smiling. He seemed to relish as they tore at his synthetic skin and bit away chunks. Of course, they were replenishing much faster than they could tear pieces away, but it was still… unsettling to watch.

When Ryan noticed you watching, it was a quick few flicks of his wrist before the creatures were slain. He didn't even talk about it afterwards, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

That wasn't his only questionable lapse into insanity, either. Too often do you come across him just building and rebuilding himself over and over again almost… obsessively. It was as if he were never happy with himself.

He had a chest full of other parts, and when you asked him what he was keeping them for he pointed out that they would be yours when you finally decided to join him. He said it with almost distaste, like he resented the part of you that kept resisting to turn into a cyborg.

He didn't sleep anymore. That was something that should've been obvious to you beforehand, but in practice you hadn't expected the nights to be so lonely. He didn't join you in bed anymore, why would he? No, he much preferred spending the nights with his nuclear reactor he'd recently created. Much closer to your home than you would've cared for, but he didn't seem to care when you pointed that out to him.

...It wouldn't matter In the long run, once you turned, He'd say. Radioactivity didn't hurt robots. You'd be fine.

What was the most infuriating aspect of all of this was the nonchalance that everyone else had as well, it was if nobody else could see what was going on with Ryan. In fact, before Ryan's first month as a cyborg, Michael was joining him. Then a handful of other's followed suit.

The only one who really seemed against the whole idea was Jack, and so it was Jack who you spent a lot of time with post the existence of cyborgs.

He seemed to be the only one with common sense around here, he could see how much it was changing everyone. They may talk and look like themselves for the most part… but… something was off.

Ryan wasn't Ryan anymore.

You can't imagine him taking the news well of you refusing to turn yourself into… one of them. He spoke of humans now without any empathy, like they were lesser creatures.

Something needed to be done.

He was working on himself when you interrupted him. He was in his little room he'd said was reserved only for cyborgs, and so when you cross the threshold you're positive he has the wrong idea. He probably thinks you're here to finally turn.

Opening your mouth, you start to correct him and tell him the truth.

[nykhulphyx]

I’ll Protect You From the Thunder

It had been raining all day. Not that that was a bad thing. Ryan liked the rain, and they never seemed to have enough of it in Texas, so when he heard the thunder rolling in, he smiled to himself, grabbed a Diet Coke, and headed back to the work room.

Ryan walked into the quiet Achievement Hunter office. Most people were either in the break room, in the support room, or on Off Topic. Either way, Ryan was the only one in the office.

Ryan sat down at his desk when another clash of thunder hit. Ryan happily took a sip of his soda, when he heard a small, almost whimper like noise. He turned and looked around. No one was there. Ryan shrugged it off.

Another strike of thunder and a small cry could be heard from somewhere in the office. This second noise was much louder, and Ryan was sure someone was here. Either that or someone was playing a trick on him.

As he got up to look around, he thought of who it could be. Alfredo, Gavin, maybe Geoff? Ryan had had a few guesses before he finally found the source of the sobs. Another strike, and under Alfredo’s desk was another frightened cry.

Ryan was not expecting to see this person here for a number of reasons, and yet here he was. “Chad?” Ryan asked confused. Chad looked up at Ryan, seemingly on the verge of tears. “Oh Ryan!” He said, trying to dry his eyes. “Jeremy said he needed help with his computer, so I thought I would stop by and help out.” He got up from under the desk and stood up. “All done!” He said making a motion to dust off his hands.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Chad. “That’s Alfredo’s desk.” He corrected him. Chad’s eyes got wide as he quickly came up with an excuse. “I said Alfredo, didn’t I? That’s what I meant to say. Who did I say before Jack?” Ryan’s expression grew from condescending to confused. “No you said Jere-“

The loudest of the thunder had hit them and Chad immediately began to hug onto Ryan. Ryan was a bit surprised at this, but hugged him back. Chad was kind of adorable when he was scared.

“So what are you really doing in the AH office?” Ryan asked him. Chad looked down and wouldn’t make eye contact with Ryan. “I came into your office to ask for some extra weapons for RT Life, but no one was in here, and the lightning began striking, and the thunder was loud and-“

“Chad are you scared of thunder?” Ryan asked.

Chad froze and was silent for a moment, when Chad nodded his head slowly. Ryan stopped hugging him and picked him up. “Wa-Wait! Ryan, where are you taking me!?”

“To the couch. We’re going to watch videos and cuddle to help you forget about the storm.” Ryan put Chad down on the couch and walked to a closet to get a blanket.

The blanket wasn’t too old, and hadn’t collected a lot of dust. It was big and black with the Achievement Hunter logo on it. Chad wrapped himself up in it, and they two curled up on the couch. Thunder struck once again, and a small whimper came from Chad. “Shh.” Ryan said comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you from the thunder.” And kissed Chads forehead.

Off Topic ended and Michael, Gavin, Jack, Trevor, and Jeremy came in to see what Geoff and Alfredo were staring at. The Seven stared down at Ryan and Chad sitting on the couch, wrapped in the AH blanket, hugging and cuddling each other in their sleep, Ryan’s phone had fallen on the floor.”

“Well-“ Michael began. Gavin came up and took a picture. He tried to run away, but tripped over nothing, and fell. Everyone started laughing. “Wow. Such irony.” Michael smiled, as he glanced back at the sleeping couple.

[darktiger57]

The Final chapter of my Battle Buddies fic

[mrmustachious]

Whumptober Day 17 - “Stay with Me”

Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter

Characters: Ryan, Gavin

Word count: 700+

“Stay with me, Gavin. Just a little longer.”

Ryan spared a quick glance away from the man in front of him to check the end of the alleyway that they were in, but there was still no sign from the crew. The cops hadn’t found them yet either, which was at least a good thing, but they didn’t know how much longer they could wait.

It had started with a heist, like always, and as per usual the cops had chased them down before they could get away from the scene. Thankfully, they had already planned their getaway vehicles and fled the scene quickly.

Ryan and Gavin were in their own getaway vehicle, but the cops were still hot on their tail. Ryan was driving whilst Gavin leant out of the window and shot at the cops behind them.

Ryan drove as fast as he could, weaving around corners and through roadblocks. It felt like he had been driving forever until the cop cars behind them started to thin out, and not long after they seemed to vanish all together.

That was until he rounded a tight corner a bit too quickly and went crashing into a cop car that was coming around from the opposite direction.

Continue on AO3

[5lbsofsmarties]

Winter Writing Challenge 2k18: Day 8

Word Count: 349 “It’s too cold to do anything.” Ryan Haywood

“I thought you’d be up and ready to go already considering how this was the only thing you could talk about all week.”

The sound of your husband’s amused voice carried out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where you were still in bed. You made a face even though he wouldn’t be able to appreciate just how twisted it became in your less than heartfelt mockery. It was true that you had spent the last few days obsessively going over the weekend plans with Ryan to the point that he could recite them by memory for you before you’d truly begun.

However, when your alarm had gone off that morning another, much louder, alarm went off in your head. The ‘holy-fuck-why-is-it-so-cold-in-Texas-don’t-even-think-about-getting-up’ alarm that only realistically went off once or twice a year. So, after begrudgingly turning off the alarm, you pulled your comforter higher and tighter, and curled back up in bed fully ready to stay there until you absolutely had to get up.

Ryan, however, got up not long after. He got out of bed, let the dogs out, started the coffee maker for you, and even took a shower. He was still in the bathroom getting ready while you attempted to ignore the outside world and stay wrapped up in your cocoon of comfort for as long as possible.

“It’s too cold to do anything,” you mumbled lowly when Ryan re-entered the bedroom.

He laughed and walked over to sit on your side of the bed, allowing a hand to run over the dip in your side over the layer of blankets covering you from chin to toes. “So, you don’t want to go buy a tree and put up decorations today?” he asked softly, smiling fondly down at you.

You let out a low sigh and snuffled further into your pillow as you pulled the covers tighter around your body. “It’s too cold,” you said softly, blinking up at him. “I want to stay in bed, drink coffee, and watch shitty movies with you.”

Ryan chuckled lowly and nodded slightly, “Sounds like a plan.”

[freegrain]

AH fans!

Say i may have written a Toothpaste x Hobo fic... 👀👀👀 would anybody like to read it? (also how would i tag it on ao3?)

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Rooster Teeth

Sample Size: 11,102 stories