#fahc reader insert

You twisted in your seat and carefully eased Ryan’s hands away so that you could see his injury. He had been grazed by a bullet in the mad dash back to the car. It cut him fairly deep, but at least the bullet hadn’t lodged itself in his skin. He let out a hiss as you gingerly touched the area and you glanced up at him.

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, knowing it was probably a stupid question.

Ryan closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, “It’s not pleasant.”

You reached under the driver’s seat and grabbed hold of a small med kit that had been stored there. Michael took a sharp turn and you nearly collapsed on top of Ryan, making him groan again. “God, dammit, Michael,” you cursed under your breath. From up front, he murmured his apologies but continued to floor it down the dirt path you were on. You opened the kit and found some alcohol and gauze, so you quickly went to work.

Ignoring Ryan’s protests and muttered curses, you cleaned the area and managed to wrap it as best as you could. “That should hold you until we’re safe,” you said softly, pushing some of his hair of out of his face. Ryan turned his head and looked back at you. His face paint had mostly been sweat off at this point and you could see the man underneath. He smiled and reached out for your hand to lift to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“So, Gavin… you want to roll up to the Lost MC – on yourfaggio – and convince them that you want to join them; and when they eventuallysay fuck you and try to kill you, you want to kill them, take their means ofproduction, and then sell it all to Trevor Phillips?” you asked, raising youreyebrows at him.

Gavin’s smile spread wide over his face, “Yes! Think of thechaos and you know Phillips will pay more than it’s worth just for theknowledge that we got right of the Lost.”

However, you rounded a corner and felt a hand grab at yourshoulder and slam you against a wall. The force of it knocked the wind out ofyou and disoriented you enough to keep you from grabbing your weapon. A firmbody pressed against you and you squinted enough to make out the face of theman in front of you.

“Rimmy Tim,” you teased with a laugh, knowing that yournonchalance would annoy him more than anything.

Jeremy nearly growled and slammed you against the wallagain. “What are you doing in the Fakes’ base, Y/N?” he hissed, glaring at you.You licked your lips slowly and shrugged a single shoulder as best as you couldin Jeremy’s tight grip.

“Tell me, Rimmy, is that a gun in your pocket or are you justhappy to see me?”

The angry in Jeremy’s eyes lessened just enough for you totake your chance. In a flurry of arms, hands, and legs, you pushed Jeremy awayand slammed his back flat against the ground. You climbed on top of him andgrinned down at him in the dark.

Swallowing hard, you tried to adjust your grip on your gunbut you couldn’t force yourself to do it. “I have others,” you said in a shaky,almost broken voice. You hated that your nerves were betrayed by the tone ofyour voice.

“Well, you can tell all those other guys you don’t needthem,” he said as he stepped into the light. Suddenly, you felt a sense ofrelief wash over you; which was not exactly a feeling most people got when theycame face to face with the Vagabond. “And why would I do that?” you asked,holstering your gun at your side.

“(Y/N),” he calls happily, “I was out taking the cans to the curb when I spotted your friend here, uh.” He turned and looked back at the other, brows furrowed, “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

You stop next to the pair and reach out to grab hold of your friend’s elbow, nails digging in a little too harshly. “Oh, Brian, this is Jeremy, he’s an old college friend of ours. He just rolled into town and I told him he should stop by sometime. I just didn’t know it would be tonight,” you say, your last words cutting a little sharply as you snap your gaze to Jeremy.

He, at least, has the decency to look worried, maybe a little frightened of your nails now pressing into his arm through his jacket.

“Nice to meet you, Jeremy, “ your neighbor, Brian, says with a smile not at all seeing the looks the two of you are sharing, “I’ll be seeing you later, (Y/N), and make sure you remind Michael about that get together. Piper would love for you two to come if you’re still in town.”

“Oh, I will. Thank you, Brian. Have a good night,” you say sweetly, giving a small wave.

Once he begins his walk back to his own home you tighten your grip on Jeremy’s arm and all but drag him towards the house, your dog hurrying along behind you. You unlock the front door and practically push Jeremy inside, slamming the door behind you.

“You’re an idiot,” you practically spit, bending down to unhook the leash on the dog’s harness and letting her go, “How could you be so fucking stupid?”

Jeremy looks confused and a little irritated.

“What the hell, (Y/N)? Geoff gave me the address of the safe house, I came… what’s the issue?” he asks, voice edging on really upset.

You take a deep breath and walk towards the kitchen, “Geoff gave you the address. Did you then look up the address in the crew’s safe house directory? Did you see what story we have here? Who we are, what we do? Did you see that here, in this neighborhood, Michael and I are a newlywed couple? This is our first home and we like our neighbors. We’re quiet and soft spoken, we don’t stand out? Because if you had you wouldn’t have showed up in the fucking RIMMY TIM MOBILE!”

You’re breathing heavily as you pull out a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey but you can’t help it. You, Jack, and Geoff take special care to cultivate these lives at each and every one of your safe houses. It’s how you’ve all managed to make it so far without getting caught or drawing suspicion.

Jeremy deflates a little and rubs the back of his neck with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry… I was in such a hurry I didn’t think,” he says walking over, watching as you take the shot and your face screws up at the taste, “I can go hide the car, catch a ride back.”

You shake your head and sigh, “No. We’ve got car covers in the garage. You can take one and go cover that monstrosity.”

Jeremy nods and chuckles as he steps closer to you; his chest pressing firm against your side, his breath hitting the side of your neck and ghosting over your ear. “You never had a problem with it before. In fact, I know you love that car, (Y/N). You love driving it, riding in it, having a little fun in it…” his voice trails off and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Go cover the car, asshole,” you scoff with a grin, taking another shot before shoving at his chest playfully.

With a laugh, Jeremy turns and heads towards the door to the garage that you point out to him. “But seriously, though,” he starts, opening the door and looking your way, “You and Michael are quiet, soft spoken newlyweds? That’s a little farfetched, don’t you think?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes, “But you never know, maybe we fall into the lonely housewife cliché, too.”

“Oh, I sure hope so, Mrs. Jones,” Jeremy laughs and heads into the garage to grab the car cover.

Gavin’s sad, almost sympathetic look quickly hardened as he looked back at you. “Hey, I messed up, okay? But I’ll get us out of here, I promise,” he said, struggling a little against his binds. You sighed and bit your lip, spotting both of your weapons by the door.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” Gavin grunted, pulling and pulling.

You nodded and hummed absently as you found a way to wriggle and twist your arms around to the front of you, silently thankful for your double-jointedness. Gavin groaned and let out a series of small squeaks. “We were just supposed to follow him, get some intel, and go back to the apartment… Maybe stealth kill a guard or two if they got in our way,” he mumbled, starting to sound more agitated.

With as much force as you could muster you slammed your wrists against your middle and the zip tie holding them together broke. You quickly bent down to untie your feet and ran to the door to grab your gun and knife. You came back and saw Gavin still struggling. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m almost… there,” he said, breathing heavily.

Somehow, however, you weren’t able to avoid going on a reconmission with him; and him being the Vagabond meant that he couldn’t just sitstill and observe when you needed to. He ended up strangling a member of arival gang and shooting another in the shoulder which caused you to pull himback into the car and floor it to get away.

“What are you doing? We could have taken them,” he demanded.

You scoffed and tightened your hands on the steering wheel, “Youwere too preoccupied thinking about getting those two you didn’t see thefucking snipers and back-up in the area. Honestly, do you even fucking think?”

“You worry too much,” he growled as he started to wipe hisface paint off, “Y’know… you’re really hot, it’s a shame you have thatpersonality.”

Once you turned off into a hidden back road outside of thecity, you slammed on your brakes and looked over at him with fire in your eyes.“My personality? For fuck’s sake! You’re the one who doesn’t give a shit aboutthe right thing to do. You’d rather put yourself and others in danger when it’snot fucking necessary,” you practically yelled at him.

Ryan (because now that his face paint was off he was Ryan)only smirked and leaned over the middle console to get in your face. “Shut upand kiss me,” he breathed with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.You very nearly snarled at him but leaned in to crash your lips against his, ifonly to get that stupid smile off of his face.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled against his lips, handsgrabbing at his jacket.