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I am so sorry for this but I did not find a SINGLE post about this year's mavin anniversary tweet in any of tumblr's tags. And the thing is. I want it on my blog.
Anonymous asked:
I don't know who, but I just really want 2 (or more) fakes going on increasingly stereotypical/ cutesy/ romantic dates but always insisting to the others it's just bros hanging out. Like it starts with just getting food or something but eventually they're like, going to build a bear together or spending the weekend away. The rest of the crew has known for a while and now there's a bet on about how far this can go before they have to admit they're together
Honestly first thought is this is peak mavin 😂 Just bros hanging out, giving each other nicknames, getting gifts, going on romantic dates. They both are just so scared of being in a ‘relationship’ they fail to realize they’re already in one 😆. Bonus if its jeremavin where Jeremy has known its been dates the whole time only to be very confused when michael and gavin seem surprised when jeremy points this out
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16 & 25 for Alfreyco, 12 for Mavin! :)
Alfreyco
16. Who cooks most?: I would think Alfredo would just because of all the food he's had in his background from his lola and all the times he's talked about cooking different things. They both probably prep/cook side by side but Alfredo's the leader in the kitchen.
25. Parenting style?: With what I've heard from when they talked about watching Iris that one time for Michael and Lindsay they would both be absolute helicopter parents until the baby got into at least toddler age. Like having all the corners on everything covered and making sure they always have an eye and ear out for baby and a hand to catch them should they fall. And the way Alfredo talks about having kids on Off Topic that baby would be SMOTHERED in love by those two. (omg the imagery is too cute, i can't (ㅅ´ ˘ `) )
Mavin
12. How are their communication skills?: Oh boy. Sometimes they're good sometimes they're not?? Like sometimes both Gavin and Michael can think of what's going on inside the other's brain and other times Michael will just look at Gavin and have not a clue what is going on behind those eyes. Michael is usually straightforward with what he says (unless he's teasing) whereas Gavin has to work up to what he wants to say unless Michael continuously pesters him about his thoughts.
#love all of these!!!#alfreyco#mavin#ragehappy#bring back gushing about our headcanons for ships i love this#alfreyco as parents would be so sweet!!!#alfredo has pictures everywhere#on his phone as screensavers a small picture in his wallet even pictures in his glovebox#treh is same but all over the house too
A Hiss in the Darkness
Summary: A routine cave expedition for resources turns sour after an unexpected run-in.
‘Gavin almost doesn’t hear it, so faint in the dark as he is lost in thought. But the hair on the back of his neck stands up and the slow hiss creeps behind him. A sound that stops his heart as he realizes.
Creeper.’
A/N: For the @rtwritingcommunity‘s secret springfairy event! My fic is for @fornhaus. As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Hope you enjoy!!!
“Have you found anything besides fucking cobblestone and coal?” Michael grumbles as they walk deeper into the mine. They had been in for hours to try to find anything valuable to bring back to the village. Jack is needing more iron to craft tools and Matt is asking for precious gems for reasons Gavin’s not gonna ask about. But despite how deep their mine is and how long they’ve been using it, today they just weren’t finding much.
“Just coal,” Gavin says, raising his lantern to look around. The low light flickers around them, making the dark edges only more ominous. “Maybe we should go back up… It must be getting late.”
“Let’s just try one more end,” Michael sighs. “Don’t want to come up with nothing.”
Gavin sighs but continues with Michael. Walking through the dark cave in search of anything to provide their village. These mining expeditions were becoming more and more frequent, with needing to have more supplies. Their village was expanding a lot after all. Growing with new members and expanding in size every day. And while Gavin enjoyed all their new friends, it was nice to spend time with just Michael again. Maybe that’s why Gavin also doesn’t push to go back up even if he is getting tired. Just to have a bit more time with his boi.
Of course, they are around each other often. They’ve been friends for years at this point. But it’s been… more than that recently. Likely due to Fiona pointing out Gavin’s obvious fucking crush the last time she visited. Gavin hadn’t (wouldn’t) considered the crush on his best friend but now he couldn’t deny it. He wanted to do more, but how? He won’t risk losing his friendship. Gavin is silent as he ponders his predicament yet again as they head into the darker tunnels.
Gavin almost doesn’t hear it, so faint in the dark as he is lost in thought. But the hair on the back of his neck stands up and the slow hiss creeps behind him. A sound that stops his heart as he realizes.
Creeper.
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Night and Day
Michael’s palms are sweaty. His heart pounds rapidly in his chest. He swallows.
“Is there anything important to attend to, Trevor?” the King turns away from him, tilting his head back to look at what Michael assumes is his advisor. His father wasn’t kidding when he called the southern men waifish, the man is tall and skinny like a one of the sickly adults in the north.
As is the King, which is… strange. Shouldn’t he be healthier if he’s the King? Is there something wrong with the food, or a sickness in the air? Michael considers the offer of private land elsewhere, if only to keep himself healthy and safe from whatever plagues the southern lands.
“Unless some sort of emergency arises,” Michael blinks and forces himself to focus, biting the inside of his cheek and looking between the three men in front of him, “you are free until your dinner with some of the lords and ladies taking care of the western towns this evening.”
“Ah, yes,” the King pulls a face and presses his knuckles between his eyes, rings shining in the light coming from the stained glass window behind him, “that sordid affair. Are you sure we cannot cancel it?”
“We cannot, sadly, but I am looking forward to it just as much as you are, if that is any consolation.” Trevor laughs gently, a handsome smile curving the edges of his mouth.
Michael has so many questions. His head is practically spinning. Why are his advisors stood at his sides? Why is there only one guard in the room, apart from himself? Why is ‘Trevor’ laughing and disrespecting the lords without punishment? Michael looks to his feet and curls his hands into fists.
“Take pity on the poor boy, Gavin,” the other advisor says gently, rustling comes from his position next to the King, “not everyone is as malleable as you.”
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Magic in the Mundane
Fic Summary: Everyone had something special about them, their own personal bit of magic. Most found out about their abilities early, but Gavin had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Luckily, Michael comes by to help him put the pieces together.
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Words in this chapter: 5521 Pairings: Gavin Free/Michael Jones Warnings for this chapter: None
Notes: Written for Kait (@uy8hg) for the RT Writer’s Discord Secret Sunshine event! All of her prompts were amazing and I spent far too long trying to decide between them, but I’m so glad that I decided to go with this one because it was so much fun to write. Check the source for a link to read it over on A 0 3!
Prompt: Someone discovers a new power or something that they find really cool, and they want to show it off to everyone else, with varying levels of success.
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In a world full of wonder, it wasn’t always easy to appreciate the beauty in the mundane, but those who had magic running through their veins found it quite simple. The way that magic would manifest itself in those people wasn’t always the same, though. Sometimes, the magic was in their personality. Jack had a warmth about him that could make anyone’s day better in a matter of seconds. Trevor’s charisma was off the charts, he was such a smooth talker that it was hard for anyone to dislike him unless they really tried. Other times, it was in their looks. Alfredo had a smile that could light up any room, big and beaming and bright enough to outshine the sun. Geoff had amazingly artistic tattoos that seemed to come alive if one looked at them a little too long (he would always deny this, but there was a gleam in his eye that made everyone think twice about his words). Sometimes, it was something else entirely. Their magic came in the form of special abilities, of genuine magic. Lindsay could speak to animals, using their skills for good a majority of the time, but otherwise causing mischief. Michael could create just as well as he could destroy, rendering entire buildings obsolete and creating new ones in their wake.
There was a little bit of magic in everything, but oftentimes there were those that couldn’t see it in themselves. That was where Gavin stood. He was a smooth talker, sure, but not as smooth as Trevor. His smile wasn’t as bright as Alfredo’s. He didn’t have any magical abilities. Though he was welcomed into their group, he didn’t feel as though he belonged. He didn’t have any magic. They insisted that he was part of their crew, magic or not, and that he was welcome, but sometimes he didn’t want their comforts. He just wanted to be left alone. It was hard enough to be the lone member of the mundane in their little crew, he didn’t want their pity points on top of it. Still, it didn’t stop them from trying to help.
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Anonymous asked:
hii < 3 here comes a headcannon for u
the fakes safe house its not actually a pent house, its more like the last floor of a small hidden-ish building somewhere in the middle of los santos, its well communicated and discret, perfect for living.
at the beginning, there was Jack, Geoff and Gavin, the three of them lost. young adults Geoff and Jack had to take care of a brithish teenager they found on the street and decided to include him on their little crew. years later Jack came back home w another kid, older than Gavin but shorter. he was stained in blood and bruises but none asked about them ever, they just gave him an appartment as they did with Gavin if he promised to help.
michael took his time trusting Jack and Geoff but, Gavin? for some reason Gavin was the easiest to trust, he brought a warm confort in him that he had never knew about so, late at night, when the dark of his room was too overwhelming, he sneaked into his room and laid next to him on his bed, for the confort of the person he was lucky enough to call his best friend.
years later this was more a necessity than a pleasure as they gave Jack's flat to a mew bodyguard, Fiona, and michaels appartment to a new haker, Matt. but Michael never saw it as a bad thing, sleeping with his best friend, he always loved it.
as more additions to the crew were made and more space was filed they decided having separate appartments was a bad idea, so they cut three cuts on the walls, so every appartment was connected :)
(im writing a fic w this headcannon, if u wanna read it ill prov post it at some point in ao3, have a greate night/evening or wotever u having <3)
Thank you so much for this!
I didn't reply at first but I read these when I was hurting and I really appreciate them, it made me smile so much.
I love the idea of Michael and Gavin snuggling! It's so gentle and pure. And then ripping down the apartment walls in order to have one big place for all of them to live?? Perfection. *chef's kiss*
All of this is incredible, thank you.
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To Be Determined
Pairing: Mavin
Summary: Michael is not in love with his roommate, exactly. He just has some feelings that are a little less than platonic. It's fine. Even when Gavin decides to fake a relationship to get his best friend off of his back about being single. It's not like he jumps at the chance.
But thanks to a late night and a fair bit of miscommunication, he ends up doing it anyway. He can handle it. He can pretend he doesn't have real feelings for three months. And after that, it will end, and they'll go back to being just roommates.
Won't they?
Excerpt:
“I need a boyfriend.” Gavin announces, appearing suddenly in the doorway of Michael’s bedroom.
It's a Tuesday.
Michael and Jeremy are in Michael’s bedroom, playing a very intense game of Ultimate Chicken Horse on Michael’s monitor. Jeremy had been kicked back in Michael’s desk chair, right up until it seemed like they might actually have a shot. Now they’re leaning forward, elbows on knees and eyes trained intently on the screen. Michael is on the corner of his bed, and before Gavin had arrived, he had been quietly plotting his takedown of Jeremy. But no. Gavin’s here, and he’s just said-
“What?” Michael asks at the same time Jeremy demands, “Fuckin’ knock, will you?” On screen, Michael’s horse falls to his death and Jeremy cheers in triumph. The round ends, and they’re back to the menu. They both jump around, neither settling on one level for too long.
“I need a boyfriend.” Gavin repeats, throwing himself across Michael's bed. He rolls toward Michael, shoulder bumping Michael's hip and then settling there. Fuck. If they weren’t in the menu, he knows he would have died again. He doesn’t look down to Gavin, doesn’t even look to Jeremy. He just keeps watching his dumb little horse jump from platform to platform.
“Have you tried Craigslist?” Jeremy deadpans. From the corner of his eye, Michael sees Jeremy shoot him a pointed look. Asshole.
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Let’s Go Steal a Yacht
[UPDATED 2021.] Written for the 2020 @rtwritingcommunity‘s Secret Sunshine event for @leftsmitteninbritain! Just edited for 2021. Safe now! Please enjoy some unrestrained summer fun on this lovely August eve!
– The sun over the Los Santos skyline was relentless. The heat this week hadn’t been less than 90 degrees and it scorched every citizen that walked down the roads, turning skin red and blistering and making everyone sweat. Like every smart citizen of Los Santos, the Fake AH Crew had been mainly squirreled away inside their frozen fridge of a penthouse apartment, air conditioning blasting.
But Geoff’s birthday was coming up and that required a big bash. Michael bent over the proposed plans, scrunching his nose up as he pointed at the phone where they had all scribbled down ideas.
So far, the list was pitiful. “We can’t go out to bevs, J,” Michael sighs. “He doesn’t drink anymore. That’d be weird, right?”
“Only as weird as you make it,” he shrugs, glancing to Gavin, Jack, Trevor, and Alfredo who were sitting lazily on the various penthouse couches, watching with various degrees of boredom. Geoff was out on an errand — they should have at least half an hour of uninterrupted time to discuss.
“What if we did like — a heist?” Jack asks, snatching the phone from Michael. Gavin just grins at his immediate pout, but Michael hands the phone over anyways. “Like, combine something fun with a little mayhem.”
“Geoff does love his mayhem,” Gavin nods. “What do you have in mind?”
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You’ve Got a Fast Car...
I’m back, bitches~~ But seriously, felt great to write again for the @rtwritingcommunity‘s secret sunshine event! I will tag my recipient if/when I get their a-ok!
Summary: (FAHC) Michael doesn’t expect a man to throw himself in front of his car and beg him to stop. This is Los Santos. Picking up hitchhikers is generally frowned upon. But this man has a pretty face and hell - he’s got a fast car. What’s he got to lose?
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Michael knew something was seriously wrong when a man throws himself out in front of his car.
Now, his car was nothing nice, but he still doesn’t want to spend the next few hours getting some fucking asshole’s blood off of his front bumper. So naturally he slams on the brakes as the man - a skinny, dirty thing with wild hair - does a legitimate fucking slide across the hood of his shit Honda Civic and nearly collapses on the other side. “Oi!”
“Get out of the damn road, idiot!” Michael yells out the window in a reply, flicking him off to boot. It was late, almost 2am at this point, and he really had anything better to do than scream at some (probably high) dickbag who decided to do calisthenics in the goddamn street. But the man doesn’t run away ashamed, as Michael had expected. Instead, he frantically pokes at his phone - still in the middle of the street - and Michael sits there, a bit flabbergasted.
He doesn’t move.
He still doesn’t move when Michael lays his entire weight on the horn, sending a blast of sound into the Los Santos night. It’s not as loud or annoying as he may have wanted - LS is always loud as fuck on a Saturday evening - but it does have the intended effect of nearly making the idiot in front of his car in the middle of the street jump half out of his skin.
Anonymous asked:
♡ + mavin I need to know who’s more affectionate and who does the hand holding
most affectionate: I think in terms of like cuddling and physical affection, definitely Gavin haha. He loves clinging to Michael and stealing lots of kisses. But I think Michael absolutely shows more affection in his way, helping Gavin out, making sure he eats when he's stuck in long hacking sessions, scolding him as he makes him take care of himself more. Michael's affection happens more often but it looks a lot different haha.
who initiates hand holding: in the beginning Gavin. I feel like Michael was very slow to be ok with pda and such. way too self conscious about it though he didn't admit it. but over time Michael was the one initiating it more. just love casually reaching out and holding his hand as they sit together in the penthouse or in the heist planning room. just holding his Boi.
Anonymous asked:
Prompt idea! The lads and Matt or the stream team comfort after a rough day/heist?
Also just wanted to say I’m glad you’re writing again. I always loved your writing!
(im sure you wanted more comfort and less hurt but i couldn't help myself. also small author's note: at some point @sorcererinslytherin and i made sarah the Fakes on-call doctor and I liked that headcanon so much I mentioned it in here haha. anyway, hope you enjoy!)
“How’s he doing?” Matt’s voice murmurs from the doorway, getting Jeremy to glance back. The deep exhaustion is seen in the sag of their shoulders, the darkening bags under their eyes. Yet they still aren't sleeping. Not that Matt blames them, he hasn’t slept yet either.
“You know Michael,” Jeremy murmurs, looking back to the bed they are sitting by. Michael was fast asleep, breath steady but body stilled by sedatives and painkillers. He has bandages wrapped around his abdomen, the third set as the others stained too red too fast. Bruises and scrapes littered up the rest of his body, hiding all the old gnarled scars that at least they were familiar with. Michael isn’t alone in the bed, Gavin pressed into his good side. Curled around his boi as tight as he could without hurting him. His eyes are closed, but he shifts as Matt speaks so he knows he isn’t fully asleep. “Takes a lot more than a knife wound to knock him out. And Sarah said it wasn’t too deep. Just gonna hurt like a bitch for a while.”
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happy pride
fluffy hybrid shenanigans? I have this image in my head of cat!Michael chasing bird!Gavin across the yard/house, vaulting over table and sofa, while being filmed by Jeremy or someone. doesn't have to be that exactly, but if it inspires, I'd love to read about them!
(Went with generic fahc au with hybrids. Just their usual chaos haha. Had fun writing this, so thank you so much for the prompt!!)
“Get back here, you piece of shit!”
Michael’s shout echoes throughout the whole penthouse, loud footsteps vibrating the floors as they chase through the house. Gavin only laughs, wings flapping as he flies over the couch and coffee table. Ruffle feathers nearly collide with Jack as she steps into the room, brushing past her on a quick turn. Gavin clutches a t-shirt in hand, matching Michael’s lack of one as he dashes around shirtless. Michael’s tail flicks, ears pressed back, as he vaults over the couch after him. Michael’s sharp teeth show in his hissing, claws swiping towards Gavin, but the other flies just out of his reach.