#mavinwood

[vagrantblvrd]

Super self-indulgent FAHC AU wherein for whatever reason Geoff doesn’t come to Los Santos to start the FAKE AH Crew until ~later.

Meanwhile, everyone ends up in Los Santos anyway - because reasons - and have to scrape by without the support of the crew behind them?

Like, hacker/thief/??? Gavin ends up in Los Santos via a series of unfortunate events in which he is a total shit and sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong?

Cue his ~fleeing to the US and meandering his way along - getting in trouble along the way, because of course he does, but also amassing a rather impressive list of contacts and such as well - to Los Santos.

Where, lol, of course he gets in over his head yet again? Young and stupid and tries to get one past the wrong guy and before he knows it he’s got himself an arrangement, right?

Work for the guy he tried to fuck over or be horrifically murderized, and oh, hey? The family and friends he left back in England? Sure would be a shame if something happened to them, you know? They seem lovely.

(Why would you just look at the pictures and videos this guy has of them doing all sorts of everyday things and accidents happen, you know. Awful, that.)

Anyway, anyway, Gavin keeps his head down and plays good little hacker/thief/???.

Gives his new boss what he asks for out of him and no more, doesn’t volunteer information or skills or anything he may have himself or know someone who knows someone who might be useful.

No.

Gavin does what’s asked of him and lets his boss’ goons and thugs push him around - little weasel, a coward and so on?

But also Gavin is making a list (or two or three) that has all kinds of interesting information to be had in them? Things his boss’ enemies or other such interested parties could use to utterly ruin the bastard.

Gavin’s got plans, you see, it’s just a matter of time and all that.

Until then he’s meek and mild and does his part whether it be hacking or off to steal some shiny little bit of interest to his boss or whatever else his boss knows he’s capable of. (Nasty stuff, when you get down to it, strange how his boss never wonders how Gavin knows how to do any of this stuff or rest easy thinking they won’t be used on him, but arrogance will do that to people, I guess?)

ANYWAY.

Things are going along...well enough when Gavin’s boss brings in a new hacker.

This kid (not really a kid, if anything a couple of years younger than Gavin at most, but he seems young) who buckles down and plays nice without the rough treatment Gavin and the handful of other hackers and “specialists” like him that have been through the base where Gavin works most of the time.

Gavin would let things run their course for this “Matt Bragg” but he’s not like the others Gavin’s been forced to work with?

They were always the same kid of wrong as his boss and his boss’ favorite goons and thugs. Mean and cruel for the sake of it and didn’t worry who they were hurting so long as they made a profit off it.

But Matt Bragg, okay.

Quiet kid, keeps to himself and gets this pinched look on his face when their boss decides whatever information he handed over to him was to be used in the most “efficient” way possible.

Matt gives their boss two different routes to obtain whatever shiny he’s after, one with minimal casualties on all sides but it’ll take a little longer. The other requires guards and security to be killed, but it shaves a hefty chunk of time off the entire operation, and no bet which one their boss chooses.

And, look.

The fact that Matt took the time to come up with two different approaches like that - contingency plans, yeah, sure, that’s a given - but Matt went out of his way to devise a tactic to avoid having to kill people.

Other things like that crop up from time to time, and Matt gets into trouble for it sometimes, taking too long to get the boss the information he wants because he’s concerned about having to kill some hired guns in a batch of mercs or rent a cops or whatever.

But he keeps on looking for those alternatives, and Gavin takes an interest.

Realizes Matt’s in the same boat as him with regards to working for their boss. Details might not be exactly the same, but whatever they are he ended up here same as Gavin, and that’s.

Interesting?

interesting.

Enough for Gavin to take that interest in Matt, sabotage him here and there so the boss gets pissed, yeah, punishes Matt by restricting his “privileges” and so on?

But there’s a good reason for that.

Because Matt’s good at what he does, too good, and there have been others like him through here before.

Got chewed up and spat out and left to fend for themselves when the cops (or worse) came looking.

Got set up, put on a job and left high and dry in the middle of it while the boss and his flunkies got away with the shiny they were after and a pretty little scapegoat/sacrifice left behind.

It’s where Matt’s headed if he’s not careful, and he isn’t.

Careful, that is.

Goes along with what the boss wants, but he’s the stubborn kind of idiot, you know?

Mouths off when he shouldn’t, and it gets him knocked around a bit. Gets him noticed by their boss’ goons and thugs when it’s the last thing people like them need or want.

Matt’s not stupid, realizes what’s going on and goes to confront Gavin about it, grabs his arm and freezes when Gavin lets out this little hiss f pain, pulls his arm back when Matt’s left staring at him.

Because in all the commotion Gavin’s sleeve got pulled up and there are these marks, bruises and worse and faded scars and -

“What - “

Gavin scowls at Matt, because rude, and also, idiot.

“Leave it alone, Matt Bragg,” he says, meaning Gavin deliberately fucking Matt over and everything else, because you know, because.

Those jobs and tasks and whatnot of Matt’s that Gavin sabotages him on?

Have to get done by someone, and Gavin’s reliable about things like that, isn’t he. (Has to be with everything he’s got on the line and all.)

So Gavin does the jobs/whatever Matt was supposed to and since Gavin has certain skills and the whatnot Matt doesn’t he ends up in the field when Matt would have remained at the base.

Gets hands on experience with whatever conundrum was posed to Matt, and sometimes that means he gets hurt because like hell will his boss offer him helpful support and such, you know?

It’s Gavin thieving about in hostile territory and with the odds stacked against him and shit always goes wrong.

And if it’s not the job/whatever where Gavin gets hurt you can bet their boss’ goons and thugs have something to say about things. (Gavin’s got a mouth on him even now, and makes enemies like you wouldn’t believe without trying.)

So anyway, anyway, Matt is like !!! and oh, you fucking moron, and drags Gavin off to get propery patched up.

Cue Friendship montage in which they realize they’re more or less working towards the same goals - Gavin wants the fuck out of this arrangement he was forced into and would rather do that than burn things to the ground while he’s still inside.

But Matt?

Lol, fucker would cheerfully burn the place down around him and figure his way out from there.

So.

Montage sequence in which they team up and utterly wreck their boss and his operation.

And, you know, because hackers end up filthy rich afterwards.

Fuck around for a while because Freedom and Choice and :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD but then they get word their boss had enemies who are looking to take over his territory and such and Gavin and Matt are like “...wait.”

Between them they have the resources and connections to set themselves for life in Los Santos, so they do?

Start setting up their own little criminal empires in the remains of their former boss’, and they start by bringing in assholes like this Rimmy Tim guy Matt met out at a bar one night?

Recently liberated from their boss and getting a drink to celebrate while Gavin was making sure things were good back in England and his boss’ allies/whoever couldn’t touch them and Matt’s more than a little tipsy, you know?

Mouths off to the wrong guy and almost gets the shit beat out of him but this weirdo in purple and orange (”I remember yellow, too?”) comes along and plays white knight for Matt.

At which point Matt has to buy him a drink as a thank you and the two of then end up getting shit-faced drunk.

Also you know.

Smooches are exchanged because oh, hey, he’s cute/hot/I like his face a lot before the alcohol kicks in and they end up snuggled together on a bed and passing the fuck out.

Not important whose bed, so much as the !!! the morning afterward realizing they went home with some weirdo and...smooched? Before snuggling and passing out???

And then awkward dating, because of course, and hey, since we’re building a criminal empire I totally know a guy, Matt says to Gavin, and then has to add, “It’s uh. We’re dating? But he’s exactly what we’re looking for for the whole...criminal empire thing???”

Gavin would be highly critical of Matt and his everything if it weren’t for the fact a bounty hunter he tangled with a ways back finally tracked him down?

Michael is super not thrilled with him, because of course?

This whole Thing where Michael got sent after this asshole hacker/thief/whatever in Gavin and they ended up being all 80s movies romcom/action flick flirting while avoiding the legit hitmen sent after Gavin?

Saving one another’s lives - at one point administering mouth-to-mouth - and getting matching flesh wounds in a shootout followed by a teensy amount of torture by some baddie?

And then!

Michael rethinking turning Gavin in only for Gavin to make that decision moot when Gavin knocked him out and chained him to a motel radiator before fleeing to parts unknown?

Only not so unknown as Michael finally found him.

There’s a cat and mouse game that ends up with both of then soaking wet - caught out in a rainstorm/went for a swim in a river/body of water - and Michael scowling at Gavin like he’s about to beat the shit out of him?

Only he kind of does...not that, what with the Angry Kissing that’s happening and Gavin’s !!! that turns to :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD and Michael’s >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((( that turns to >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( becuase Gavin is a piece of shit and Michael hates him so fucking much, stop laughing you little shit!!1! >:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Anyway.

Gavin and Matt have Jeremy and Michael, and then the rest trickle in?

Like.

Gavin worked with a gang a while back that hired this sniper - odd sort, but damn good with a sniper rifle and the kind you can trust to keep their mouth shut.

Ray’s not in it for the long-haul, not looking for a crew, but he’s always up to do a favor for friends and such.

And then Michael meets Lindsay through -

“Don’t fucking ask, seriously.”

And then!

Some friend of Jeremy’s in Trevor - this !!! You!!1! - moment between Gavin and Trevor because Thieves!!1! who may or may not have run into one another in the field and ensuing shenanigans as they were after the same shiny and oh, what a fun night that was, eh?

Alfredo just.

Suddenly fucking there???

Seems to know Michael who is like, “Oh, this fucker,” and no one can tell if he likes Alfredo at first? But then it comes out Alfredo used to be a bounty hunter too before he decided it was more fun being a “bad guy”

(Extenuating circumstances in which he was hired by some people to bring in some poor bastard who was innocent of whatever crime they said he committed because reasons? Alfredo finding out and then shenanigans in which he saved the poor guy’s life and set them up with a new life somewhere and ended up being framed for crimes he didn’t commit and all that. And since he was being framed for crimes he didn’t commit, why the hell not go out and commit actual crimes?

But.

Like.

Fun crimes.)

And then!!1!

Just as things are going smoothly, Gavin and Matt’s old boss manages to hire some assholes to kill Gavin? Matt would be great, sure, but the focus is on making Gavin super fucking dead, and everyone is freaking out, right, because for whatever reason they all like the little shit?

General sort of panic/mayhem until one of the assholes hired to kill Gavin actually gets their hands on him?

Catches him alone somewhere and while everyone is panicking trying to find Gavin, Gavin himself is :DDDDDDDDDDDD because the asshole who caught him is the fucking Vagabond.

When everyone gets to where they are Gavin’s like ??? at all the fear/panic he’s seeing and is like. “Guys, it’s my ex!”

Because this whole thing way, way before Michael and such where Gavin met Ryan and somehow wasn’t murdered?

Managed to make friends with the bastard that turned into something more and it was good, really, really good, until it wasn’t.

Someone from Ryan’s past gunning for him and Ryan ran Gavin off - “Bastard shot me!” but Gavin’s not mad, not anymore.

And it wasn’t like Ryan ran him off so much as dumped him at the ER and left Gavin to deal with the gunshot wound and explaining how he came by it to the authorities and then trying to find the bastard again afterward.

Which...he didn’t, but after months looking for him his contacts told him the Vagabond had set up shop in a city somewhere and seemed to be doing well for himself?

And Gavin was like :(((((((((((( because oh, well then, thinking maybe Ryan was better off without him weighing him down and such?

(Because hey, Vagabond and some hacker/thief/whatver in Gavin and honestly, no doubt who the more capable/dangerous one of them was.)

Thinking if Ryan wanted to, he could have come back for Gavin, or at least looked for him, but he hadn’t,so.

Gavin left him to it, kept on his way towards eventually arriving in Los Santos and everything that happened since - including Michael, oh shit - and then, uh.

Super awkward inching towards Mavinwood with Gavin and his feelings for Michael and Ryan and Michael and Ryan with their feelings for Gavin? But also bonding over the fact they have feelings for Gavin, because the guy’s a little shit, you know?

Complete asshole, and oh my God, do you want to hear about this one thing he did once?”

And so on, and also other reasons such as oh no, he’s hot and oh no, he’s an unbearable dumbass, why do I always fall for them?

Fiona comes along because Gavin’s old friends in England get curious about what’s going on with him and there’s a misunderstanding and she kid of, sort of, tries to kill him?

Like.

A lot.

Worse than that time every asshole in the city (and beyond) were after the price on Gavin’s head and persistent as hell and “Wait, Dan told you to what?”

And Fiona’s like “He said, and aI quote, ‘Take care of the wanker, for me, would you, Fiona? I’ll owe you,” and other such things and Gavin almost dies from laughing so hard while Fiona’s like “What? What are you laughing at, you asshole?”

More shenanigans and such and by the time Geoff and Jack do get to Los Santos they’ve heard about this weird as fuck crew  - dangerous, rumors say they took out the biggest name in Los Santos’ history to get where they are - and are greeted with Gavin and Matt and all the other assholes, what even??

[gamelpar]

i like that in every ship which includes fahc ryan the other or other ones in the ship just loves to listen to him humming or quietly singing while in the shower like it’s their favorite thing in the world

[miss-ingno]

Misfits: The Clue (2/2)

Fandom: ragehappy Ship: Mavin (Michael/Gavin) Words: 3.6k Tags: college au, 5+1, vampire!Ryan, romance, domestic fluff, blood tw

Summary: Five times Michael and Gavin rationalized Ryan's vampirism plus one time they finally figured it out. By accident.

A/N: I might write a bonus scene because I found some old notes after finishing this and am still *facepalm* over not using That Trope for Scene 5. Oh well. It’s either gonna end up in the next installment, or on this one as an omake.

Read here on Ao3 or on Patreon. Tag. The Catch, The Closet, The Clue [1] [2], The Chase, The Change, The Comfort, The Canine.

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4)

Gavin was chopping the onions for the sauce while Michael stirred the rice and flipped the steaks, when Ryan stumbled into the kitchen. Cooking dinner on Wednesday nights had become something of a traditional date for them, something about the domesticity of it making Gavin giddy and Michael soft. They often ate at campus or ordered takeout, so deciding what dish to cook and experimenting with new meals felt pretty exciting.

Besides, Gavin got to hold Michael's hand at the store while they picked up groceries for the week, which was a definite plus.

They paused to look at Ryan when he stumbled past them, eyes half-lidded and hair mussed up from sleep. He ignored them, heading straight for the coffee machine. He slapped at the buttons and stared while the machine whirred, leaning against the counter, forehead pressed against the overhead cabinets. Michael and Gavin exchanged a long look. They’d learned pretty quickly to leave enough water and coffee beans in the coffee machine because Ryan forgot to check first every single time.

Once he’d fumbled for a clean mug and filled it with hot bean juice, Ryan turned to blink at them as if only just noticing them.

“G’mornin’,” he mumbled into his mug, taking a huge sip.

“Evening,” Michael drawled back, arching a judgemental eyebrow. A glance out of the window showed the sun had already set. Ryan grunted.

“Long day?” Gavin chimed in, an offer of sympathy. Ryan closed his eyes and sighed.

“Night shift,” he explained, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

"I thought you work from home?" Gavin asked, confused, as he passed the chopped onions off to Michael. Ryan blinked at him, clearly not quite awake yet.

"I do." A pause where he simply stared back at Gavin for what felt like an eternity. Then he took a sip from his coffee and the spell was broken. "But sometimes there are… circumstances. Under which experiments need to be done. That are dependent on… time."

"Like… what?" Gavin grabbed the plates to set the table, but paused in his work to stare curiously at Ryan.

"Like…" Ryan trailed off, rubbing a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. "Uh, with some experiments it's important when something happens. Like, you have to wait for a reaction for a certain amount of time."

"So why didn't you start it earlier?" Gavin asked, stepping out of the way as Michael nudged him aside. "So you wouldn't have to work this late?"

Ryan stopped with the mug halfway to his mouth to stare at Gavin. His mouth opened, closed, and opened again. He kept silent long enough for Gavin to worry the answer was really obvious and Ryan was trying to think of a way to tell him without calling him an idiot.

Instead Ryan ended up blushing.

"You, uh, you know that feeling when you're in the zone, and you don't really know nor care what time it is, and you just want to do that one thing real quick while you're at it?" Ryan ducked his head and scratched behind his ear. "That, uh. Yeah. That happens sometimes. A lot. So I end up working nights because I messed up the timing."

“So basically, your sleep schedule is fucked?” Michael chimed in, sounding amused. The pan hissed and Michael poked at the onions and chopped garlic bits, moving them around so they wouldn’t burn.

“Hey!” Ryan objected, but his protest was muffled by the mug as he chugged the rest of his coffee only to go for a refill. He started seeming a little more awake now.

“Ryan, I thought you were an adult, Ryan!” Gavin squawked, stuck between incredulous offense and hilarity. After all, Ryan was the landlord of a huge mansion, a certified scientist, and rich. “You’re supposed to have your shit together, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” Ryan exclaimed, but the expression on his face was sheepish rather than offended.

“So are you, technically,” Michael said, jabbing his elbow into Gavin’s side. “But you’re still a dumbass.”

“Hey!” Now it was Gavin’s turn to sputter in offense. Then his expression turned thoughtful. “So, are you calling Ryan a dumbass, too?”

Ryan groaned and sank down in one of the chairs without a plate set out in front of it, burying his face in his arms, half-full mug clutched securely in his hand. Laughing, Gavin give his head a quick pat, messing up his already mussed up hair, before quickly darting off to stir the rice. That way, Michael stood between him and Ryan’s glare, which he was fixing Gavin with one eye barely peeking over his arm.

“Well, duh.” Michael glanced over his shoulder to throw Ryan a smirk. “If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…”

With a huff, Ryan pushed away from the table, taking a much more measured drink from his coffee. He watched as Michael added tomatoes to the saucepan and Gavin washed off the rice before adding a serving next to the steaks on their plates. His brow arched up as Michael poured the boiling water from the veggie pot into the sizzling pan, creating enough fog to vanish in.

“...Gavin, can you take over?” Michael asked from within the cloud, taking several careful steps back and fishing his glasses off his face. “I did not think this through.”

“Sure thing, boi!” Gavin chirped, taking over stove duty. But Ryan was distracted from watching him as the scent started to register. His nose scrunched up, lips curling in disgust. Michael squinted at him, rubbing his glasses clean with the hem of his shirt.

“You alright over there?” Michael asked, bemused. Ryan was edging away from the table, mug clutched to his chest as if to safeguard his precious coffee.

“That… smells like garlic.”

"Well, yeah." Michael shot him a long look. “Because it is. Duh.”

“All the best dishes have garlic in them!” Gavin added cheerfully as he turned the stovetop off. “Trust me on this, I’m like, a quarter Italian!”

“His grandfather calls him ‘Gavino’,” Michael pretended to confess in a loud whisper, leaning over the table with a grin. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m… not a fan,” Ryan admitted, face pulling into a grimace, “let’s put it that way.”

“Who fucking doesn’t like garlic?” Michael sputtered. Ryan raised his chin with a haughty sniff.

“It’s not a matter of preference,” he declared, “but one of health.” He paused, shrugging one shoulder as he finished off his second mug of coffee. “Meaning, I’m allergic.”

“To what?” Michael asked, baffled. “Garlic?”

“Ryan, that makes you sound like a vampire, Ryan!” Gavin giggled as he carried the finished sauce over. Ryan flinched back as he set it down on the table.

“It’s a real thing!” Ryan insisted, pointing at Gavin with his now empty mug. “Look it up!”

“Sure it is,” Michael drawled, exchanging a conspiratory look with Gavin before winking at Ryan. “Besides, it’s not like vampires exist.”

“Innit?” Gavin added, smirk stretching across his mouth. Ryan gave them both the stink eye, abandoning his empty mug and pushing away from the table with a screech of wood on tile.

“I should head into the lab,” he excused himself, gaze flickering between the two grinning idiots. Ryan shook his head. “Enjoy your dinner.”

.

5)

“How on Earth did Ryan manage to lift this?” Gavin grunted, his fingers slipping from how sweaty his palms had grown. “It’s bloody heavy!”

“How the fuck should I know?” Michael snapped, fingers white where he was gripping tight. But it was no use. The corner cupboard didn’t budge more than a half-inch away from the wall, and even that victory was hard won through blood and tears. “Shit.”

“Are you sure it was this cupboard Ryan moved?” Gavin asked, doubt written clear across his face as he let go, wiping his arm over his brow. “Like, there’s a dozen of these across the mansion, Michael boi, maybe this one’s just heavier than the others?”

“Fuck if I know,” Michael gasped, leaning against the wall. He eyed the drill bit where it had rolled behind the cupboard, almost all the way to the corner. He’d tossed it into the drill case with the other bits, but as if to taunt him, it had bounced right back out and rolled all the way until it dropped down to where he couldn’t reach it.

The room he’d turned into his workshop was one of many empty ones in the same wing as their bedrooms. Ryan had caught him working on one of his proof of concepts for his engineering lab out in the barn the third week in, and had told him to just convert one of the unused rooms inside the mansion. He figured he’d be grateful come winter, since the barn was big and windy.

“Don’t you have another you can use?” Gavin whined, rubbing at his aching fingers.

“No, dipshit, they’re all different sizes.” Michael stuck his arm as far as he could behind the cupboard, wiggling his fingers. He couldn’t even reach halfway. “Fuck. Maybe we should try to empty it first?”

Gavin reached out and rattled the door, grimacing. “They’re locked. I guess we could ask Ryan for the keys? Or help-” Gavin shot Michael a skeptical side-eye. “-since apparently he can lift these super easy, can’t he.”

“I doubt he’s that ripped.” Michael snorted and shook his head. A glance out the window revealed a sunny autumn day. “‘Sides, he’s probably still sleeping, the weirdo.”

Gavin hummed in agreement, eyeing the cupboard speculatively. “Maybe if we had some sort of lever…”

Michael shrugged, tucking his fingers between cupboard and wall and pulling. It budged less than half an inch. Ryan had made it look fucking easy, just lifting the stupid thing up an inch and pulling it out. That was in the first week they’d lived here, and to be fair Michael couldn’t recall if it had been this specific corner cupboard, even if the niggling feeling in the back of his head wouldn’t let go.

But no one was that strong. Well, no one normal, no matter how much they worked out. And he’d yet to catch Ryan working out, for that matter.

Meanwhile, Gavin had left him to his own devices, but after several fruitless tugs he returned with a broom from the supply closet. Michael was just about to say screw it and just ask Ryan for help later, whether that was with muscles or a key to the damn thing.

“For leverage!” Gavin declared, grinning as he waved the stick around.

“Fuck that noise,” Michael said, snatching the broom from Gavin’s hands. A thought occurred to him. “This looks slim enough to fit behind the fucking stupid cupboard…”

It took some time and some finagling, but they did managed to slowly push the drill bit closer and closer to the open end, Gavin cheering him on and giving him bullshit advice in turns. And if he was honest, Michael was kinda glad that they didn’t need to go to Ryan for help. No matter how secretly shredded he was or whatever. They were all grown up, living on their own for the first time, they could do this. Like adults. Without help.

Victorious, Michael held up the drill bit, nearly losing it again as Gavin tackled him in a hug.

.

+1)

It was on a lazy Sunday like any other that they found out. Gavin and Michael were lying about in the living room, to play games with Michael’s brand-new wireless controllers on Ryan’s big TV. Currently, Michael was slaughtering Gavin in Super Smash Bros, but Gavin had a plan: while Michael was focussed on the screen, he inched closer and closer. The moment he managed to hit Michael off the platform, he pounced, snatching Michael’s controller from his hands and leaping off the couch.

On screen, Michael’s avatar fell into the abyss and died.

“Don’t you fucking dare- Gavin!” Michael shouted, and Gavin squeaked as he grabbed for him, ducking under his boyfriend’s arm and bolting around the couch to keep it between them. “You fucking cheater, give it back!”

“Michael, don’t be mean, Michael!” Gavin danced back as Michael lunged for him. With a grin, he held his trophy aloft, waving the controller in the air before miming tossing it over Michael’s head. Michael’s eyes narrowed.

“You fucking dumbass, don’t fucking think-”

He threw the controller as hard as he could, and Michael jumped to catch it out of the air. He missed it by several inches, and it crashed to the floor behind him. Both of them winced, staring at the controller. It appeared unharmed.

“Oh, it’s on now,” Michael growled, and Gavin’s eyes widened. “Come here, you little-”

As if on a previously agreed on cue, they both dashed off, out of the door and around to the front of the house. Gavin squawked as Michael swiped for him, his fingers brushing Gavin’s arm. Zig-zagging, Gavin feinted to the left before darting off to the right, taking the stairs up three at a time. Going by the crashing and cursing, Michael was right behind him.

Briefly, Gavin considered running to their shared bedroom, let himself get cornered there for some fun. Then his competitiveness reared its head, and he ran down the opposite hallway.

“Don’t think you’ll get away with that, Gavvers! I’m gonna fucking catch you!”

Giggling, Gavin dodged around the corner, Michael hot on his heels. A quick look around showed a door to his left, and Gavin quickly pushed it open and ducked inside. But he wasn’t fast enough to shut it, Michael crashing into the door an inch before it closed. Squawking, Gavin leaned his entire weight against the door. Michael, however, was simply stronger than him; the door got pushed wider open inch by inch.

“Michael, don’t be a mong, Michael,” Gavin called out, followed by a breathless giggle.

“I’ll show you a fucking mong,” Michael grunted, and with one last heave managed to open the door far enough to squeeze through. Squealing, Gavin jumped back, whirling around to look for an escape. The room was filled with counters and tables, but there was another door in the back. Gavin threw his weight forward, Michael’s fingers brushing his shoulder as he stumbled.

However, Michael had learned and snatched a hold of his t-shirt.

The sudden tug had Gavin squawk and careen around, tripping over his own feet to crash into the counter. Michael was on him not a second later, pinning him down. Panting, Gavin squirmed, but only managed to wiggle his ass against Michael’s dick.

“Gotcha,” Michael gasped into his ear, and Gavin’s giggles turned into a high-pitched whine.

“No fair, boi. Lemme go, boi.”

“No fucking way.” Michael laughed, pressing closer and pushing Gavin’s chest flat onto the countertop. Gavin’s breathing hitched, and he braced himself with his elbows, glancing over his shoulder at Michael. Michael smirked at him, eyes half-lidded. “I caught you fair and square,” he whispered, nipping at Gavin’s ear, “so I get to fucking do with you whatever I fucking want.”

“No fucking in the kitchen,” Gavin gasped out, even as he arched into Michael.

“Not in the fucking kitchen,” Michael grumbled, emphasizing his point by biting into the joint of neck and shoulder. “Moron.”

Gavin hummed agreeably, clearly distracted by gyrating his hips against Michael’s growing hardness. Then he blinked, as if the words finally penetrated the fog of lust and adrenaline, and he looked around, up at the cupboards and down the counter he was bent over. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that this wasn’t the kitchen. Michael had chased him up the stairs and down several halls, and the kitchen was, after everything, still downstairs. That did beg the question, though…

“Then where are we?”

"Don't know, don't care," Michael muttered, words muffled by Gavin's skin under his lips as he mouthed along his throat. However, Gavin’s curiosity was piqued now, squirming around until Michael backed off enough for him to turn around. Michael huffed, attaching his lips to Gavin’s throat in retaliation, while Gavin craned his head to see several strange machines strewn across the countertops and tables filling the room.

“Okay, but, Michael, I think we’re in Ryan’s lab, Michael,” Gavin said, breath escaping him as Michael pushed a leg between his two.

“And I should care, why?” Michael bit out, and then bit Gavin’s lower lip.

It took Gavin a long moment, distracted as he was by kissing Michael, before he could gather his thoughts enough to remember.

“Michael, we’re not allowed in here, Michael,” he murmured against Michael’s lips, mouthing along his boyfriend’s jaw and sucking his earlobe between his teeth. Michael hummed, his hands finding and then kneading Gavin’s butt.

“So? Ryan’s not here.” Michael punctuated his point with a thrust of his hips, rubbing himself against Gavin’s leg.

“Exactly!” Gavin bounced excitedly on his feet, forcing Michael to take a half step back. “What better time to explore?”

“Or we could keep making out,” Michael pointed out reasonably. But he’d lost Gavin now, and he knew it.

“But boi, look at all these fancy machines! What do they do, do you think?” Gavin gasped, clapping his hands together. “Do you think he has a DNA analyzer in here?”

“How should I know?” Michael shot back, but followed Gavin gamely as the other poked around, trying to figure out the machines. A glance out the windows showed the sun had set a while ago, and Michael blinked, looking up to the ceiling. Fluorescent tubes lit up the room. “Uh, Gavin? Maybe we should go. We don’t know when Ryan will be back.”

“But, Michael, boi.” Gavin pouted, stopping his fiddling with the dials on a white, square machine of unknown purpose. “This stuff is fascinating, boi!”

“Yeah, and we really shouldn’t fucking push our lu-”

Michael cut himself off, cocking his head. He could’ve sworn he’d heard humming… but there were no footsteps so he figured it had to be one of the machines. Gavin had moved on to sticking his head into closet, when the door rattled.

They both whipped around, seeing the handle pushed down, but the door got stuck, bent slightly out of shape from their earlier roughhousing.

“Oh shit,” Gavin blurted out, paling rapidly. Michael stared at him, feeling blood leave his face, too. But looking at Gavin, he could see the closet behind him, and it seemed big enough-

“In, in, go,” he hissed, hurrying over to Gavin and pushing him into the closet before ducking in after him. Closing the door after them was more complicated but they managed after several long seconds of panic. Then they crouched there, eyes wide and hearts hammering away at their chests, straining to hear any tell-tale noises.

No footsteps, but there was a barely there sound of shifting clothes, and then the sound of a mug being set down. This was followed by the noise of some cupboard being opened and the clinking of glassware against porcelain or wood.

‘What do you think he’s doing?’ Gavin mouthed, or at least Michael guessed that was what he was trying to convey. He simply shrugged and pressed a finger against Gavin’s lips to remind him to keep quiet.

Some part of him thought they were being silly, that they should come out and simply apologize to Ryan, explain that they’d gotten lost during their little chase game. Another, larger part of him was frozen because Ryan didn’t have many rules and he could arguably kick them out for breaking. And then they’d be stranded in the middle of the forest and stuck trying to find somewhere else to bunk.

Heart in his throat, he gestured for Gavin to stop fidgeting and gently pushed at the closet door, trying to peek through the slit. Ryan was standing at the countertop, sipping from his coffee mug and poking at one of the machines Gavin had messed with, a frown on his face. In the bright fluorescent light the liquid looked more red than brown.

Something was wrong about his face. Michael couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but… Something was off.

It made Michael hesitate.

“What is it?” Gavin whispered, and Michael flinched. His shoulder hit the door, and to his horror, the door swung open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash.

“What the-” Ryan sputtered, and heart hammering in his throat, Michael tumbled out of the closet, followed closely by Gavin.

“Ryan, sorry, Ryan,” Gavin was babbling even as they helped each other up. “We didn’t mean to end up in your lab, kinda weren’t looking where we were going wh-”

Gavin cut off with a sharp inhale, and Michael glanced up from brushing off his pants in the vein hope he could avoid eye contact for a little longer. At first he wasn’t sure what had startled Gavin into silence, but when he turned to look to Ryan, the question died on his lips and his throat dried up.

Ryan had clearly been in the middle of taking a sip, mug still halfway raised. When the door slammed open, it must have startled him, because the liquid was splattered all over the lower half of his face, lab coat and shirt. Except, it wasn’t the brown of coffee, not a trick of light, but--

Bright, crimson blood. Fresh blood.

Wide eyed, Michael lifted his gaze to meet Ryan’s.

Crimson eyes stared back at them, teeth bared in a horrible grimace. And as he spoke, his voice a deep, growling threat, the canines elongated into fangs, dropping passed his lips, long and pointy.

“Run.”

***

For those interested, I just posted another Behind the Scenes post about this series on my Patreon. This one’s about Michael and Gavin’s backstories pre-series.

[shadeofazmeinya]

Oh dude yes!! And whatever you feel like doing is fine! So like I'm super into Ryan/Michael/Gavin and you always see Ryan being the cool/protective one but like what if it was Michael and Gavin protecting him?? Or Gavin protecting the other two?? Any headcanons or drabble (lit do whatever u feel like doing with this, i will be happy regardless, PS YOU"RE WRITING IS SO GOOD AH)

You sent this forever ago and I was going to try a prompt but the energy just wasn’t coming to be. So I’ll just ramble a bit instead haha.

But I adore protective Gavin, it comes out in his own way. Hacker Gavin always watching them on cameras when they’re up to dangerous jobs. Being the distraction when they need to get some of the heat off. And if someone dares to try to insult them, Gavin will spin the conversation around and around, making sure the person understands that Gavin will bring the insults on them five times harder. And he’s got dirt on everyone, so they soon learn to never try again or face a far worse consequence than death. And Gavin will stay up late to make sure all his security systems are set in place, won’t dare sleep until he can be sure no one can try to startle them in the night. Only then will he sleep in his lovers arms and keep them so very close.

And I love Michael protecting the Big Bad Vagabond hahaha. It’s a much more violence protection of course, will kill any motherfucker who takes a shot at Ryan, will punch the lights out of a guy who gets a hit in during a bar brawl. Can Ryan take care of himself? Sure. Is Michael going to take the excuse foe violent anyway? Of course.

But Michael has the subtle protection as well. Will give him some gloves when its cold so his fingers don’t freeze. Get him soup when he’s sick or injured and can’t hold down much. Aggressively shove him to bed when he hasn’t slept in two days, demanding he at least lay there and close his eyes because its better than nothing. Michael protects in all his little own ways, will do all the same for Gavin as well. Because the two idiots certainly need it

[rimmothy-timmothy]

You know what? Let's do this!

I'm looking for fanfic recommendations! What I am looking for:

Ships — Mavin-centric, OT6, or Gen. Possibly Mavinwood, Mavinsay, or Mavinseg. Background of other ships okay, but not a forefront.

AUs — Minecraft, GTA, and various other AUs! No office, please?

Ratings — T - E, not really looking for E-focused fics but if it happens to be in there oh well, yknow.

Characters — Gavin centric? Or equal throughout all of the cast. Not looking for Ray unless its an old fic.

Length — Any length! I love long fics though. I'd prefer completed but not neccessary.

Other — I love angst! Violence is great Nothing really bothers me so there are no no-no's here.

Thank you for taking the time to do this! ^^

[monarchisms]

Slskskdkksls I just sent a lot lmao don’t feel obligated to do them all!!! 💜💜💜

@daphuu ​ how bout i do, ♫ anyway? ♫  thank you for this big request!

this picture can be connected to the requests i got for fiona, gavin and jack!

[original meme] feel free to send more! my inbox is finally empty!!! yaaaaaaaaaaay~

[braggwater]

Rated E

[cyans-stardust]

Late night fluff 😴

[atravellerstale-meg]

Prompts

I am currently accepting writing prompts for AH! Feel free to send me characters, scenarios, whatever.

I will do ships, though I won’t do smut. I’ll be tagging my favourite ships. Still, if you want me to write something else, I’m willing to give pretty much any ship a go!

I will do certain amounts of violence. I’ll decide what I’m willing to write on a case-by-case basis.

I will do any AU.

If you have any other queries about what I will and will not write, feel free to ask!

<3

[sorcererinthestars]

Guys my birthday is next month and all I want is that good sweet Myan or Mavinwood k thanks bye

[vagrantblvrd]

Competitive!Wooing in the FAHC AU with Mavinwood.

Gavin who is blissfully oblivious as to what the hell’s gotten into Michael and Ryan and is like :D??? at all of it.

Plot twist: Gavin thought the three of them have been dating/in a relationship for forever and the other two are just like. Taking things slow/real shy about the ~physical side of things.

Because otherwise why would Michael pin him against the wall of a dive bar after a night of bevs and being idiots? (Michael has no memory os these events even though it’s happened more than once. And/or thinks they’re a result of the hardcore pining for Gavin.

ALSO.

Injured!Ryan on painkillers and in need of a minder (babysitter) and Gavin stepping in because someone has to do it, you know? While Gavin’s perfectly capable of handling himself, they’ve got the majority of the crew handling things and Ryan really only listens to a handful of people when it’s not a life and death situation. (Michael will watch over Ryan when he’s not part of the retribution squad and/or Gavin’s not there to do it because he’s out of town or otherwise occupied.)

Ryan being all extra soft and fond and dopey smiles and Gavin’s like :DDDDDDDD because usually Ryan’s defenses are up and this is a nice change, even if the circumstances aren’t ideal.

AND.

Michael and Ryan being sent out as muscle and bonding over the weirdest.most random shit and not realizing it? (Other situations in which they are like totally developing FEELS and Trust and other soft emotional things but don’t really want to think about it too much, because complications on top of their FEELS and Trust and soft emotional things for Gavin and also just being idiots about everything.)

Strong opinions over some fast food place or the one ~fancy place Ryan likes to go for “special occasions” in his dokface civilian persona. (Certain fantasy-ish series in which Ryan is Not Impressed with the source material.)

Michael bringing barbecue over for his birthday that one time Ryan had a busted leg (and face) and would have scared the civilians and was kinda moping over not being able to treat himself. (Gavin’s already there and is just :DDDDDDDD at Michael who up to that point had been bitching at Ryan over his recklessness (out of ~fear) and honestly, the three of them.

Gavin being :DDDDDD in general because his idiots are best idiots?

But then Alfredo comes along and is like, ??? about those three idiots to Trevor who hatches upon the Brilliant Idea of the Dusk Boys to fuck with Michael and Ryan?

Like. ALL the innuendo that Gavin goes along with because he loves his Dusk Boys and has no damn clue what’s gotten into Michael and Ryan? But yes

Trevor and Alfredo deliberately winding Michael and Ryan up by letting little comments/details about some job the three of them pulled out of town. (Mix-up at the motel/wherever they’re staying and oh, dear, only one bed for the three of them?! :O and so on and did they know Gavin can be a sleep cuddler under the situations and so on and just, yes.

New to the crew!Fiona who drags Gavin out for drinks thinking he’s Suffering at how dumb Michael and Ryan are and has no clue that all three of them are idiots and idk, it ends in a bar fight (because of course).

Some asshole bumping into Fiona and saying the wrong thing. (Sneering it, because Fiona’s hardly an imposing figure if you don’t know, you know? Slip of a girl like her in a city like Los Santos? Yeah.)

Before you know it that asshole’s out cold with a concussion brewing and his buddies are next in line and Gavin’s like *tiny exasperated sigh because kids these days, you know?* like he was any better back in the day as anyone in the crew can attest.

Michael and Ryan sweeping in to Save The Day even though Fiona’s laid out a couple of guys twice her size and Gavin’s got this Dangerous Grin on his face and one of the knives Ryan gifted him for his last birthday and all the sparring sessions from both of them (and others in the crew, but mostly them) backing him up, and really, really, he’s doing just fine, isn’t he?

But since it ends in  exasperated/frustrated!pining kissing and emotionally stunted confessions and Gavin’s !!! of realizing his idiots didn’t know they already had him?

Well.

It’s not so bad, really, is it???

[iforgotthiswasgay]

Sky Factory Part 25

Ryan: Is there any point to these prosperity shards now?

Michael: It'll make you feel good.

Gavin: [singing] I can make you feel good.

Michael: You can't, no.

Gavin: Oh.

Ryan: Not-- Not even a little?

[miss-ingno]

Misfits: The Clue (1/2)

Fandom: ragehappy Ship: Mavin (Michael/Gavin), pre-Mavinwood (Michael/Gavin/Ryan) Words: 3k Tags: college au, supernatural au, vampire!Ryan, 5+1 Things, domestic fluff

Summary: Five times Michael and Gavin rationalized Ryan's vampirism plus one time they finally figured it out. By accident.

A/N: fair warning, part 2 will probably not be out until late April/early May because I’m working on commissions first!

Read here on Ao3 or on Patreon. Tag. The Catch, The Closet, The Clue [1] [2], The Chase, The Change, The Comfort, The Canine.

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1)

Things were… different in the Haywood mansion. Gavin hesitated in calling them 'weird' just because they weren't what he was used to. For one thing they rarely saw the proprietor during the three days it took them to move in, mainly because the drive to New Jersey took a while.

The place came with its own furniture so they didn't need much of their own, which was a blessing. Gavin doubted his parents would allow him to take much from his room. That was the other reason it took so long: Gavin had to make triple sure he had everything he wanted to keep. Once he moved out there was no coming back.

There was one thing he brought, though. Michael gave him a look when he mentioned it, but Gavin insisted.

"You owe me," Michael grumbled and grunted as he hefted his end of the couch. "Ratty old piece of shit. Why the fuck did you have to-"

Gavin tuned him out because they both knew why. It was the one thing Gavin saved up for for ages, a second hand sofa that cost many months of allowances and post-school jobs. It was the couch they had their first kiss on, and their first make-out session, too. Gavin wasn't leaving it behind for his parents to trash.

"Michael, what's the poor thing ever done to you, Michael," Gavin protested instead as they heaved the heavy thing over the doorstep.

"One, ruined my back more times than I can count," Michael offered, panting with effort. "Two, why the fuck is this thing so heavy, it makes no fucking sense whatsoever-"

"It's a bloody couch, Michael, of course it's heavy," Gavin interjected breathlessly, starting to get annoyed.

"And for number three," Michael talked over him, voice rising, "we still have to fucking carry it up the fucking stairs."

Gavin was going to reply to that, he had the perfect comeback on the tip of his tongue, he swore, except as he opened his mouth to deliver it he walked backwards into the bottom step of said stairs and all that came out was a surprised squawk. He stared at Michael's beautiful face as he stumbled backwards, watched his eyes widen and fill with panic in slow motion, like time had slowed down around him.

And hey, slow motion was really neat, maybe he could focus his cinematography major on slow motion, film his thesis project like that, he thought hysterically.

If, somehow, he survived being squashed by his own stupid couch that was.

That was going to be a hilarious cause of death, his brain pointed out, and Michael would make sure to write it on his tombstone. Gavin Free, died of his own stupidity. Squashed by the very ratty couch he insisted on moving.

Before this bizarre daydream (nightmare? daymare?) could become true, however, Gavin was saved by a hand smoothly sliding between his, steadying the couch. Gavin landed on his ass, sitting down heavily on the third step, teeth jarred by the sudden impact, gaze still locked with Michael's. Then, slowly, he blinked and the spell was broken.

"Thanks," Michael grunted, and Gavin followed his gaze to his saviour. Ryan shrugged with the shoulder not attached to the arm holding the couch up. Holding the couch up one-handed, Gavin realized in sudden awe, because in the other one he was holding a can of diet coke.

Ryan had to be hiding a hell of a lot of muscles under those loose shirts and pants, Gavin thought.

Belatedly, Gavin realized he should be saying something instead of staring. Michael was already looking at him with that particular frown to show he was getting a tad annoyed. But Gavin's brain was still stuck on the physics of the situation, the weight of the couch and how easy it was for Ryan to just… hold up. With one hand. And no strain far as Gavin could see.

"Yeah, uh," he stuttered, then cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to focus. "Yeah. Thanks."

"No problem," Ryan assured them, sipping from his can of coke all nonchalant, as if he weren't carrying the stupidly heavy couch with one. Bloody. Hand. Gavin didn’t think he’d get over that any time soon. “You, uh, do you need help with… this?”

“Sure,” Michael drawled, shooting Gavin a pointed look. “We could use some help.”

There was a moment of awkward, where Gavin held out a hand to take Ryan's coke and free up his other hand, while Ryan stared at him, uncomprehending. Like a Mexican stand-off, but with drinks and furniture instead of guns. Then Ryan said "Oh!", a little surprised noise, and offered Gavin the can with an awkward smile.

"Thanks." Ryan cleared his throat. "Uh, where to?"

"My room," Gavin piped up, waving with his can up the stairs. Then he remembered that Ryan couldn't possibly know how they split up the rooms between them. "Uh, this way."

Gavin led them up the stairs, opening the doors ahead of them and guiding them past some of the decor. He'd really rather not make his second (third?) impression by knocking over what looked like an expensive porcelain vase. The hallway wasn't wide enough for him to grab on to the side of the sofa to help with the weight.

By the time they reached Gavin's room Michael was sweating up a storm, but surprisingly silent as he gasped for breath. Gavin snuck a glance at Ryan to see him apparently unmoved by the physical exercise. No sweat stains on his shirt, not even a hair out of line. Gavin offered him his can back.

"Thanks for the help."

"Anytime," Ryan waved him off, taking a swallow of coke. He started walking away, then paused, half turning back to them. "Any other furniture you want to move in?"

Gavin flushed and ducked his head, shuffling his feet. There wasn't anything about bringing their own in the contract, right? He couldn't remember.

Michael, his breathing having calmed somewhat, but face still red from exertion, dragged a hand through his sweaty locks. "Nah, man. Just some bags, we'll be fine. Thanks."

“Alright.” Ryan hesitated for a second. “You know where the switch for the porchlight is? Sun’s mostly set by now, I can turn it on for you.”

Gavin perked up at that. It had been pretty dim outside. “That’d be great.”

Together, they carried up the last of their possessions to their rooms, though Gavin had more than Michael, having brought all his books, games and old comics, anything he might miss whereas Michael just brought what he needed during the semester. Once done, Gavin sat gingerly down on his couch, keeping a side-eye on Michael, wondering if he was still mad about carrying the thing. Michael didn’t hesitate, though, plopping down next to Gavin without second thought. The annoyance had blown over somewhere in between the stairs accident and getting the rest of their things.

“Damn, he must be fuckin’ ripped,” Michael whistled, keeping his voice low. His shoulder bumped against Gavin’s, all casual, and Gavin felt himself relax. “Like, damn, did you see that? Where did he even come from?”

"He was just there, like, bam!" A light giggle escaped Gavin before he could stifle it. “Michael, he wasn’t even breathing heavy, Michael.”

“Fucking shredded, I tell you.” Michael shook his head, raising his arm to flex and staring at Gavin deadpan. “Do you even lift, bro?”

Gavin fell into helpless giggles, gasping for breath, and Michael followed him into hilarity shortly.

He still couldn’t believe their landlord was that fit. Haywood mansion was way different than he expected.

2)

Michael was humming to himself as he pulled the dishes out of the dishwasher. Clean plates were stacked to one side, to be carried to their cupboard together later; silverware was dropped in the appropriate drawer; pots were double-checked to see if the crust dissolved proper. Everything went according to routine, and for once we every dish seemed to have come out clean-

The humming cut out with a mental record scratch.

The mug he's holding is innocuous, really, heavy and white with a faded logo like so many of Ryan's collection. It wasn't the outside that caught Michael's attention, however. No, what had Michael stare with narrowed slits for eyes was the inside of the cup. There, on the bottom of the mug, sat a sticky sort of goo, a dark, viscous substance that had solidified during the dishwasher's drying phase. When Michael scratched a nail over the surface, it came away in dark crimson flakes.

"God fucking dammit, Gavin."

"Hm?" Gavin looked up from his notebook from where he was sitting at the kitchen table to study while Michael cleaned up, twirling a pen absently between his fingers. "What's up, boi?"

"What the hell is this!?"

Michael waved the mug in Gavin's face, who grimaced and leaned back. Then he squinted into the mug and gagged.

"Michael, what the- Eww! Michael, why."

“That’s what I want to know,” Michael grumbled, taking the dirty mug out of Gavin’s face when it looked like he might throw up for real. “Like, fuck. What the hell are you drinking to make this mess?”

“Why is this suddenly my fault?” Gavin protested, nose scrunching up. “It looks like congealed blood or something, why would I drink that shit?”

“Ugh.” Michael walked back over to the sink and sat the mug down, before squeezing a dollop of soap into it with prejudice. “I did not need that comparison, so thanks for that, I guess.”

“Maybe it’s that new energy drink you tried the other day,” Gavin suggested, raising his chin triumphantly. As if it couldn’t be his fault because Michael tried something new.

“One problem with that, dipshit,” Michael scoffed and turned on the water. “This isn’t the first time I cleaned up this mess. Your mess.”

“Michael, boi, why would anyone drink something looking like blood, boi?”

Michael narrowed his eyes at Gavin, ignoring as Ryan paused in the doorway to stare at them. He pointed a finger at Gavin after turning the water off, foam reaching the rim of the mug.

“I don’t know but I intend to find out.” He smirked at Gavin’s offended expression. “Don’t think I won’t, boi.”

“Uh.” Ryan took a hesitant step into the kitchen, eyeing both of them warily. His lips quirked up half-heartedly, as if inviting them to share the joke. “Who’s drinking blood?”

“No one!” Gavin exclaimed, throwing up his hands in disgust and nearly toppling his chair over. “Why would anyone?”

“Maybe you’ve converted to Satanism,” Michael sniped, waving off Ryan’s concerned look. “The dishwasher is having trouble cleaning some of the mugs. It’s not blood.”

Ryan carefully came closer, craning his neck to glance over Michael’s shoulder into the sink as he took a sponge and went at the mug with a vengeance. The foam quickly turned pink, small chunks of goo breaking off. Michael scraped them out off the cup and into the sink. He didn’t notice Ryan tense until Gavin tentatively spoke up.

“Ryan?”

Head snapping up, Michael turned to watch Ryan’s face run through a plethora of expressions - eyes widening, mouth gaping open, nostrils flaring, brow furrowing into a frown - before settling on something akin to sheepish.

“So, uh. I might… have an explanation for this?”

Michael dropped the mug and washed his hands, then turned off the water and gave Ryan his full attention, raised eyebrows included.

“Oh yeah? This better be good.”

Ryan scratched the back off his neck and didn’t quite meet his eyes, an embarrassed flush to his cheeks.

“I’ve been running some… experiments,” he offered, eyes darting up down to Michael’s and then off to the side. He cleared his throat, awkward silence dragging on as he seemed to search for the right words. “That, uh, that is to say… I may have used the mug because I didn’t have a clean bowl available in the lab?”

Michael closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.

“New rule,” he declared and opened his eyes to pin Ryan in place. “Anything used in experiments? Does not belong in the communal dishwasher. Understood?”

“It won’t happen again,” Ryan swore, raising his hand and crossing his heart, the dork. His expression exuded earnestness. “I promise. And uh, if it does, I’ll make sure to clean it in my lab…?”

“See that you do,” Michael agreed, crossing his arms. But he quirked his mouth into a smile to show Ryan he wasn’t mad. After all, this place was great, and Michael intended not to wear out his welcome anytime soon.

3)

Gavin saw his boyfriend pushing against the stream of students fleeing the lecture hall, and he had to duck his head, hiding his smile. It still felt exciting and new, calling him that. His boyfriend. They've dated for two years now in secret, and being out, being open about their relationship still stole his breath. So he waved Michael over to the group he was standing with and felt giddy joy spread through his chest.

"Sup, boi," Michael greeted him, brushing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Hey, boi." Gavin couldn't help the smile stretching across his face. "We're almost done here, if you got a minute."

"Sure, I can wait," Michael agreed with a careless shrug, wrapping an arm around Gavin’s waist. Fiona quirked an eyebrow at them, but didn’t comment.

“Okay, so if this week is out, what about Tuesday next week? I’ve got work after classes Monday,” Alfredo suggested while busy rifling through his bag.

“Works for me,” Gavin said, checking his calendar app.

“Can’t,” Trevor rejected the suggestion. “I’ve got band practice.” At their curious looks, he added with a bashful grin, “I play trumpet.”

“Huh,” they said in union, before breaking out into giggles and high fiving.

“Alright, Wednesday then,” Fiona continued, crossing her arms. “I’m free after five.”

They all looked at each other, but no one seem to have an objection. Gavin nodded and marked the timeslot on his app. Then he glanced up and put the question out there, “Where?”

“Not our place,” Trevor said with a grimace, and Alfredo mirrored it. “The landlord’s renovating the flat next door, we can barely hear each other with all the noise.”

“Dude, you really, really don’t want to do this at my flat,” Fiona objected before they could so much as look at her. “It’s a shoebox. A literal, damn shoebox.”

They turned as one to Gavin, who grimaced and exchanged a worried look with Michael.

“I guess we have the space, but…”

Michael wrinkled his nose and did a little gesture, a weird mix between a shrug and a nod.

“But, what?” Alfredo asked, curious.

“Well… so we’re staying with this guy out in the woods, right? And it’s great, innit, like, big place and minimal rent,” Gavin explained and his hands danced through the air as he did. “Except there’s some… rules. House rules. Kinda, uh, not normal rules.”

“Like… what?” Fiona asked, expression caught between a scowl and fascination.

“Hewantstomeetanyonebeforeweinvitethemin,” Gavin blurted out, then inhaled sharply.

“... come again?” Trevor inquired politely.

“He - the owner, the guy we’re renting from - is very particular about who gets into his house,” Michael took over the explanation, rolling his eyes. “So if we want to have people over, we need to introduce them before they’re allowed through the door.”

The three of them exchanged a cautious look.

“So, are you in a cult, or what?” Fiona asked, shooting them a dubious once over. Gavin laughed, a sharp exhalation and trailing off awkwardly.

“Nah, it’s just… it’s cheap, you know? Worth it.” Gavin wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged, trying to seem casual as he steered them back on topic. “What about the campus cafeteria? It’s open until seven.”

“That could work,” Trevor said slowly, still pinning Gavin and Michael with a scrutinizing stare. For a moment, Gavin’s afraid he won’t let it go, but then they turn back to the project organization, finagling who was gonna do which parts of the research before parting ways.

And if Gavin thought about it, he could kind of understand why. Ryan and his rules really did sound weird out of context, and from there it wasn’t too far to weirdo in the woods with something else going on. There wasn’t a mystery there to solve, however, and Gavin firmly pushed the thought to the back of his head.

“So, lunch?” Michael prodded, dragging Gavin with him as he moved towards the campus cafeteria. Gavin gave him a distracted smile.

“Sure.” Then, once they pushed through the doors leading to the courtyard- “Do you think Ryan’s part of a cult?”

“Cult of what?” Michael snorted, dropping his arm from around Gavin’s waist and catching his hand instead, entangling their fingers. “Isolationists?”

Gavin tried to muffle his giggles. “I guess that’d be weird, out there all alone and stuff.” A pause as he rolled the idea through his head. “It’d be the perfect meeting place though, wouldn’t it? All middle of nowhere, people will never hear your screams.”

“Aaand you’re back to the axe murderer theory,” Michael drawled, bumping their shoulders together. “Thought no self-respecting axe murderer wore reading glasses?”

“They’re spectacles, Michael! Spectacles!” Gavin gesticulated wildly with his hands, though one of them was constrained in its movements by holding on to Michael’s. “Michael, I can’t take him serious with those on, Michael.”

"They do fit his image of lab nerd," Michael mused, lips twisting into a wicked smile and eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't think I didn't catch you staring when he showed up in the lab coat last night. You've got a type, Gavvy."

"What, secretly fit nerd?" Gavin felt his cheeks heat up and give him away. "I'm dating you, aren't I?"

Michael's smile softened and he pressed a quick kiss to Gavin's cheek. "Yeah. You are."

[shadeofazmeinya]

I imagine somebody looking in would think Gavin felt like the safest person in Los Santos, having two of the most dangerous criminals protecting him on either side (and maybe a certain amount of power too, that they were cuddled up on him like attack dogs to their master). When in reality it’s Gavin who’s feeling protective, both his boys sleeping soundly by his side - putting a lot of trust in him to close their eyes and dream - and he’d do anything in his power to keep them safe for that night

Anon this is EXACTLY was I was imagining. Gavin will comfort his boys, hold them both tight and protective, heart melting at how much trust they show him. And silently promising to always protect them in every way he can. The city may joke that his charm got these attack dogs wrapped around his fingers, but in reality its their loyalty, their sweet laughs and secret softness, that has gotten Gavin wrapped around them. And sometimes even the big dogs need to relax and be protected.

[rupertgayesarchive]

could you post some good long myan or mavinwood fic recs with nsfw? bonus for fake ah crew!au?

this message reminds to me to work on my long myan rec list! i pulled out a few fics from that document and scoured ao3 for a hot minute. unfortunately i’m bad at reading longer fics these days, but here are some good good fics:

Paralyzer by writesthrice - fahc!au, Michael fucks a hot stranger (surprise, it’s the newly hired, super scary Vagabond. Not that Michael cares lmao) 

The Criminal Husbands series by burntotears - a couple of collected oneshots about Michael and Ryan falling in love, super cute for a fahc au!

Submit to the King by achievemenhunter - not fahc, but a super hot myan smut fic with consensual mind control which is a personal kink that i love

an interlude by neverthepast - fahc, myan smut. after a job, michael and ryan are holed up in a hotel. waiting. and other stuff ;)

The Great Big Disconnect by somniara - mavinwood and fahc, centered around a casino heist. i’ve skimmed this one but haven’t sat down to read it properly and comment it, but what i have read, i’ve absolutely loved! and it’s a somewhat longer fic at ~40k!

Murder with the Devil and Friends by MindfulWrath - you know it, you love it, this one technically isn’t a fahc!au or nsfw (not for the smut scenes at least) but it is currently the most popular myan fic on ao3 right now and for good reason! it’s a murder-mystery set in the WIld West with some nefarious plots. seriously, if this was a tv show, it’d be on hbo and would’ve gotten an or something for its writing. it’s not done as of yet, but it’s nearly there, so if you start reading now you won’t get burned waiting for an update that never happens, also, clocking in at ~200k, it’s pretty fuckin’ long haha.

Devil’s from Downtown Georgia by missingnolovingfic - mavinwood and fahc au. ANOTHER fic I’ve only skimmed so far (forgive me...) but from what i’ve read I love it!

Also, because most of the shit I write is myan, so here’s like the one proper fahc myan smut fic I’ve written, called Take a Slice, and I’m working on a prequel for it right now!

[justisaisfine]

🌙✨ inktober#26!! :D