#jerematt

- @braggwater

Ah, the most obvious one...

I mean that ship's been sailing for a very long time, and there are reasons for that!

I'm not an RT/AH fan, I basically found out about them when the shit started crashing down, so I only have these few years of among us group streams/vods, and I have eyes (at least I hope so)

Awww this is so sweet!! I love the idea that it takes concentration from Matt to lie. It doesn’t come too easy and he overthinks his lies so they can never be found out. Which usually makes it hard to know if he’s ever telling the truth. But take that concentration away and add the annoyance of Gavin buzzing in his ear as he’s playing and of course that’s how any truth comes out haha.

【Gavin: Dude, it’s like 6th street eight years ago. Hell yeah!】

+ bonus dancing:

Thank you in advance!

ANON: Fahc Matt has a recurring bad dream of being forgotten by the crew, that they either leave him behind at a heist or he gets kidnapped from his little hacking office and none of them notice he’s gone. He never says anything to the others about it, he’s mostly used to bad dreams anyway (and is a little worried they’d make fun of him for it if he did) but a couple of them have noticed how sometimes he seems very happy to be woken when they need something 🐾

sometimes you guys give me ideas that fit so well together! I hope you don’t mind me combining and putting my own spin on them, guys. Also NB Rimmy Tim because fuck yeah.

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Matt doesn’t sleep with them often. As such a new addition to their communal family and still hesitant about the more romantic parts of their group, he often returns to his apartment or sleeps on the couch or in his office at the end of the night. They pester and pull at him, but he’s pretty specific that’s where he wants to be - he doesn’t want to invade their space - so they let it go. Whatever makes him the most comfortable. 

He does feel guilty about not joining them in bed, especially when Jeremy pulls a crestfallen face and he has to force himself to stay strong and adamant. Truth was, he was having serious nightmares. Bad ones, ones that made him yell or fight and wake up in a cold sweat or worse. He doesn’t want to bother the others with them. So tonight, like always, he works until its almost impossible to keep his eyes open before turning to the tiny couch in his office and curling up.

Sleep, now as always, is hard to come by. He loosely knows Gavin has a similar problem, probably due to both of them working on computers at all hours of the day. He closes his eyes and forces his breath to calm and for his body to relax, counting himself through the meditations he knows tends to work. Before too long he does fall into a restless sleep. Almost immediately, they start back up again.

He looks around, but there’s no one there. His gun held loosely in his arms, a bag of money across his back. It’s loud, so loud, he can’t think over the screaming and the sirens and the gunshots. He wants to run but he can’t. No one answers him on the coms, no ones’ to be found in the building. Their car is already gone, Jack speeding the others to safety. He’s alone, they’ve left him...

Matt jerks awake, staring at the ceiling of his office and forces his breath to normalize. Fuck. He turns over on the small couch, pressing his face into the back of it, and wills himself to try to sleep again. They had a heist, he needed rest...

He’s tied to a chair. His captor - always a shapeless form - tries to call them. Jeers at him. They’re not coming. They won’t come for you. They don’t care about you. They’ll leave you behind.

The dream spirals and him with it. Some part of his brain knows he must be thrashing in his sleep but its so far away there was no chance this could become a lucid dream. Trapped in the nightmare, its only a gentle hand on his shoulder... a real hand, a firm one, reality ... that can startle him back into the waking world.

Matt startles with a muffled yell but there’s a form there to soothe him immediately, not begrudging the wild attempt at a punch Matt threw towards them. Jeremy gently rubs Matt’s arms. Their face looks nervous, scared. “Matt, you were fuckin’ yelling shit. I came to check on you. Fuck, man, you’re covered in sweat.”

A brief look down confirms that. “Yuck,” he breathes. “I - yeah. Sorry, I’ve been having nightmares.”

Jeremy snorts. “You can say that again. Shit.” But they notice that Matt isn’t pulling away and makes no moves to untangle themself from the other’s form until they feel Matt’s heart stop racing. For Matt, just seeing Jeremy above him .... coming to check on him, caring enough to bother, is enough to try to start his mind from playing tricks. 

Fahc au where Jeremy and Matt worked together in crime and had (assumed) unrequired feelings for each other before Jeremy got contacted by the Fakes. Obviously this was a dream come true but they were only asking for Jeremy, they couldn’t take Matt with them. Matt insisted they take it, he got by fine before they met and he wouldn’t let Jeremy give this up so they parted ways and Rimmy Tim joined the Fakes.

It was great for a while - they got along with everybody and their talents (and chaos) fit in perfectly with the team, but they kept thinking of Matt. They were sure he could look after himself fine, but seeing how the others joked and gamed and roughhoused together just made it clear how much Jeremy missed him.

Matt was going through the same, freelance hacking was easy to settle back into but the apartment felt so big and empty and he kept seeing things in purple and orange wherever he went and talking out loud to an empty room.

Eventually Jeremy snuck out of the penthouse after a heist and drove over to their old apartment just to see him, if Matt had moved on or didn’t miss them they’d accept it but they had to try at least once. They barely got out a “hi” before they were swept into an emotional hug (and maybe a long conversation that ended up in a long overdue kiss).