domestic jeremwood where ryan wakes up way too early to make coffee and then wakes jeremy up with little kisses and a fresh mug made how he likes it. jeremy just sleepily returning the kisses and shuffling into the kitchen with ryan to make breakfast. them just sitting together at the table eating and going through what they have to do that day. cleaning up together and then getting ready for their day before heading out to do what they need. kissing each other goodbye all sweetly. just yeah

awwwwwwwwwww

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On the flip side tho! Jeremy not realizing Ryan in The Vagabond no matter how obvious it is that Ryan kills people simply because he just literally does not listen or give a fuck. Is Ryan hurt/dying? Is the blood his? Did Ryan mention food? Does it involve cats? If the answer to any of those questions is ‘No’ Jeremy has already forgotten sorry. Not to mention he’s just really trusting of Ryan and doesn’t really question his excuses since Ryan is in general just dorky weird to begin with

!!!!!!!

Ryan has a bit of a gambling problem. His favorite gambling den in Los Santos also happens to be where Jeremy fights every weekend. Anyway Ryan just happens to catch one of Jeremy’s fights one time and well color him intrigued. So he starts showing up for all of Jeremy’s fights. And Jeremy starts to notice this dad looking guy who’s literally always at his fights. So one night after a particularly good fight for him Jeremy strikes up a conversation with him. They hit it off and decide to go out.

yesssssssss

Owe You One

ao3feed-jeremwood:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2riSVwP

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“Why did you do that?”
“Because the LSPD are stupid, and I don’t wanna be saddled with your mail for the rest of my life.”

Jeremy has a weird neighbour who’s never around to pick up his goddamn parcels. He’s lucky he’s so hot.

Words: 2929, Chapters: ½, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2riSVwP

jeremwood:

part 2/3 of Jamie’s requests
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping.” with, you guessed it, Jeremwood

“C’mon, J,” Ryan said, pulling Jeremy  up off the couch. “Time to get your ass to bed.”

Jeremy grumbled but went with Ryan, eyes barely open enough to wrap his arm around Ryan’s shoulders.

Ryan could smell the booze on Jeremy’s breath as he nuzzled his head into Ryan’s neck, making Ryan shake his head fondly. This was hardly the first time he had walked in on Jeremy passed out on the couch after a Lad’s Night Out, and he doubted it would be the last. More often than not, Ryan would just carry him to his room, still unconscious and snoring away loudly in Ryan’s ear. The fact that Jeremy was with it enough to walk with Ryan’s help was a treat, even if Ryan had to lean down a considerable amount to make up for the height difference.

With some gentle urging, Ryan got Jeremy to take off his boots before sliding into bed.

“Mmm, you’re so good to me, Rye.” Jeremy mumbled, burying his head into the pillow, already drifting back to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Ryan pulled the blankets up and over Jeremy, tucking them around his shoulders snugly.

There was a moment where Ryan stood there, watching Jeremy’s breathing even out slowly, marveling  at how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. His chest felt tight and he threw caution to the wind, leaning down and kissing his forehead gently, careful not to jostle him.

“Ryan,” Jeremy hummed around a yawn. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

Ryan couldn’t move, frozen in place as he watched Jeremy open one of his eyes to stare at him. The room was dead silent, except Ryan was sure his heartbeat was thunderously loud, pounding away in his chest.

“Uh,” Ryan let out a strangled breath. “Just go back to sleep, Jeremy. You’re dreaming.” he lied.

“Don’ wanna.” Jeremy opened both of his eyes and yawned again, stretching his arms above his head. As he sat up, Ryan’s gaze flitted to the door, planning a hasty escape.

Before he had a chance to hightail it out of the room, Jeremy continued, sleep still making him slur his words.

“I mean, I’ve totally dreamed about you kissing me, but I’m awake enough to know that wasn’t it. You’re usually more naked in those dreams.”

Ryan absolutely did not yelp at that, and his cheeks were not burning red, thank you very much.

“You,” Ryan tried to piece his thoughts together. “You want me to kiss you?”

“Like, yeah? Obviously?” Jeremy said slowly, significantly more awake and less drunk than he had been back in the living room.

And, no, it wasn’t obvious, what the fuck. If it was, maybe Ryan wouldn’t have been so stressed and secretive about his not-so-little crush he’d been harboring. Except…

Except, well, looking at how sincere Jeremy was being, maybe it actually was that obvious. The way he’d call Ryan his battle buddy, always finding a way to team up with him. Little glances, little touches, hushed moments shared together after a heist well done. Maybe this wasn’t as one-sided as Ryan had assumed.

And, wow, wasn’t that a lot to take in.

“You could do it again, y’know.” Jeremy told him, smiling softly. He tilted his head to the side, staring up at Ryan with an expression that Ryan could only describe as fond.  “I wouldn’t mind.”