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ALBUM REVIEW: AYRA STARR - 19 & DANGEROUS

Ayra Starr's unprecedented ascent in the past two years is, at this point, very well documented. An 18 year old discovered by Mavin Records off Instagram videos, she has made the dizzying journey from amateur hopeful to Nigeria's bona-fide pop princess in under two years. Her's was not the sudden blow up off a single song, or a spark of popularity from social media. It was a stepwise rise to the top, and she had to go past every checkpoint on her way here, even if very quickly. This run culminated in the release of 19 And Dangerous in August last year, and with it Ayra Starr placed the crown on her own head and ascended her throne. Her return now is not a sequel but a re-release – a curious decision perhaps, but it is a feeling that wanes off with each listen, for these additions fit right into scope and theme of the album. So, it's no wonder that the new tracks on the album – there are 6 of them, including a refix of "lonely" that replaced the original - are scattered into the original tracklist and not queued up at the end, for they are do not constitute a new story, they are simply missing parts of the original.

And that is an early marker for the success of this deluxe, that the songs added are seemingly not an afterthought or commercial strategy, but because there were things left unsaid, so that the deluxe is not a reheating of old material but an update you never knew you needed. A song like "rush", released as a single a month ago, fits right into her original mantra while restating familiar points with an updated context. Where "Bloody Samaritan" is brash and daring, warning off haters and detractors from their nose-poking and side talk, - the opposite of the biblical good Samaritan who takes interest in another's affairs for altruism – "Rush" sees her stick her current status in their faces. She speaks from her new seat of queenship where she no longer squabbles with the common gossips, she can simply throw her achievements at them: "Me no get the time for the hate and the bad energy/ Got my mind on my money" she says on the blistering hook, and since it builds up to the metaphorical "e dey rush" chorus, – portraying blessings as a running tap – the song's message is pointed and unmissable. She reprises this role in "Bloody Samaritan", "Bloody Samaritan" remix (with Kelly Rowland) and Bridgertn, altogether making for a quartet of songs, and a quarter of the album, spent in power. Kelly Rowland's verse is the only other new addition from this section, and it is an excellent addition, in how it sounds and ties into the overall philosophy.

For how young she is, Ayra has a lot of wisdom to give. With a childhood spent across three major African cities, Lagos, Abuja and Cotonou, and then cut short for her to attend university at the young age of 14, she draws from a pool of experience more than her years. This makes her ideal to be a voice of and for the youth, to convey unspoken fears and hopes, and offer advice in exchange. "Cast" from the original, and "Ase" from this deluxe emphasise the importance of shutting ears to society's opinions and expectations. The latter is a giant middle finger to society, literally, and she gives the same treatment to wannabees and hypocrites. Ayra's battle against Nigeria's conservative, hypocritical standards, especially for women and young people, is long running, and she is not alone. This song shares the same rebellious spirit as "Try Me", a product of Tems, who has been in similar shoes as our protagonist.

Elsewhere, new releases are mostly dotted with verses from guest artists. The original album only had two other singers in Foushee and CKay, and it is a big delight that this deluxe triples that number, even bigger that it maintains nearly the same standard of quality that those two had set. The new "lonely" features Zinoleesky, a refix and not a remix, and it's beat has been sped up and given modifications to sound heavier, thus push it closer into Zinoleesky's natural range. His frequent collaborator, Niphkeys, also shares production credits on this, so it’s obvious quite a bit has been done to accommodate him on the track. The result is, however, not the most cohesive mix, and Zinoleesky's verse sounds too similar to some of his own music, but it was an interesting link-up to try and it was nice to hear a fresh version of one of the original tracks.

"Running" with Lojay is all-new, and should not be confused with "Runaway", their song together off the NATIVEWORLD album where they first tested their chemistry. This track casts them on opposite sides of a forming relationship – Ayra needing promises of fidelity and commitment, Lojay assuring his new lover of these things. "And I swear to Bible/ I can't breathe without you beside o" he says, and it's the closest Ayra comes on this album to pure romance, other tracks have her on the giving or receiving end of a lopsided one. Like the very next song, "Beggie Beggie", where Ayra is left holding the short end of the stick when she makes the infamous mistake of falling in love with a FWB. Her ability to depict relationships at different stages and in different forms makes for relatable content, especially as opposed to the rose-tinted view seen in a most music, and it helps to add layer of depth to this album.

Ayra Starr's debut album is a 19 (now 20) year old's diary. In it she chronicles love and heartbreak, and a firm desire to live her life according to her own rules, to ignore the invisible hand of society that points where to go next, especially to young women. Of course, there are only a few 19 year olds in the world who can express this as well as she can, in writing and voice, so the rest of them can count on her to be their spokesperson, a mantle she assumes with sagacious ease. Like the ideal biblical prophet, she encourages you to be inspired by her actions and not just words, and if her dizzying journey says anything, it's that there is nothing a young person cannot do if they are talented and determined enough.

This article was written by Afrobeats City Contributor Ezema Patrick - @ezemapatrick (Twitter)

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beanie-beebo-writes · 3 years

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It follows

Series Summary: Reader is running from financial problems and his/her studies, will they catch up with him/her? Charlie's close friends (none other than Sam and Dean) go to check up on the reader due to Charlie becoming worried for him/her. Trouble pursues, as the reader wants to keep silent about his/her struggles.

Warnings: None

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Chapter 14

Dean focused intently on driving down city side-streets, just in case if the creature back there decided to trail after them. He was bewildered, and honestly didn't know what to think, but he tried not to get too lost in thought as he sped to the motel. Hell, he was lucky he wasn't a midnight snack, based on the way it tried to ravish both Dean and itself.. For a good couple of minutes, the drive was silent, except for the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and an occasional thought passing through your mind.

"What exactly happened back there?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I really don't. But whatever we are hunting, it is not a werewolf." Dean replied.

"Did you see what it was?" You asked curiously.

"That's the thing, I did, but, it wasn't anything I've seen before." Dean said.

You and Sam stared at Dean, hoping the discomfort would force him to continue explaining. As you expected, he glanced from the road, back at both of you.

"What?!" He finally asked.

"What did it look like?" Sam inquired.

"Well, it was in the form of this beautiful woman. It looked normal, at least until I slashed it with the silver knife; which had no effect on it, by the way. And it used some sort of power, healing the wound instantly. Not like angel mojo, but… I don't know." Dean explained.

"Anything else?" You asked, feeling like he was holding back.

"Um… well, it's like she put a spell on me." Dean admitted.

"And you didn't bother to tell us?!" Sam asked.

"I thought it was nothing, but I suppose now it could be important." Dean said.

"What did she specifically do to you?" Sam asked.

"I don't really know, to be honest.. It was like she was.. irresistible, and I couldn't control Mr. General-"

"Please don't tell me you..." Sam began to interrupt.

"God Sam, no, I didn't go down on her. At least, I wasn't going to, not until she started biting my neck." Dean said.

Sam massaged the bridge of his nose. "You could have spared the details, you know." He said in disgust.

"No, like, she was actually trying to feed on me, it was weird." Dean explained.

Both you and Sam looked in confusion at the elder Winchester; you hadn't even heard of this in the books.

"I guess it isn't a wolf." You mumbled audibly.

"Ya think?" Dean retorted.

"But that leaves us with one big question.. What is it then?" Sam asked aloud.

Silence filled the car once again as you all pondered deeply.

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As soon as you got back into the motel room, you all instantly hit the books, having no idea where to even start. You weren't really too skilled at this type of research, but you used what you knew from the series, hoping it would suffice. The first topic you figured you could start on, was a shapeshifter, but you instantly hit another dead end, since shifters weren't immune to silver. Your only resort now was anything that ate their prey.

"Could it be a rugaru?" You asked, reading into the lore.

"I don't think so," Dean said, "at least not like any I have ever seen. That thing had complete control, you should have seen it."

Sam cleared his throat briefly. "Maybe it had its urges under control?" Sam guessed.

"Maybe, but it seemed completely human to me, except for the feeding part. No wrinkling skin or black eyes… All normal. There was something about her face though, and I can't put my finger on it." Dean said.

"What about it?" You asked.

"It had a familiar aspect to it, like I've seen the features before."

"Like you knew her?" You asked.

"No, like I've seen similar facial features somewhere before, but I can't remember exactly where." Dean said.

"What were the facial features like?" Sam asked.

"She had a long pointed face..." Dean recalled.

"Like a stereotypical witch?" Sam asked with a chuckle.

"No," You responded, typing away on the extra laptop, "like a fox."

"There it is," Dean said with recognition, "how did you guess?"

"I've watched some interesting cartoons in the nineties." You responded with a smirk.

Dean looked at you with confusion and then to his brother, shrugging when they both didn't get the reference. You clicked on the first link that popped up, since it seemed remotely along the lines of the Winchester business.

"A Kumiho?" Dean asked, reading the title of the webpage.

"Yeah, it says here that it roughly translates to 'nine-tailed fox'." You stated.

Dean hummed in response, peering over your shoulder.

"Common lore says it transforms freely; many say that it turns into a woman, to seduce prey."

You all raised your eyebrows at the last statement and instantly looked at one another.

"This makes total sense," Dean said, "(Y/N), you're a genius!"

You blushed. "I mean, not really.." You replied.

"Are you kidding? It would have taken me and Sammy a good hour or so to crack this, and I think it's only been forty minutes. That's incredible!" Dean exclaimed.

"Thanks." You beamed quietly.

"Yeah, good work (Y/N)." Sam agreed, returning the smile.

Suddenly, the police scanner on Sam's computer popped up without warning, almost sending you to the floor. A male voice roughly came through the small speakers, ordering a squad to dispatch to East Morgan Street, near State Road 931. The attacker was unclear, but a young boy was both badly injured and traumatized by something the officer couldn't exactly place reason on.

"Alright, I definitely feel we should check this one out. It's likely what we're after." Sam said, standing up from his small work space.

"What have we got to lose?" Dean said.

The three of you quickly got into your federal attire and headed out to the general address provided. In a short amount of time you arrived to the scene. Multiple cop cars, and fire rescue squads were swarmed about, flooding the dark, desolate street with flashing lights. You adjusted your 'badge' and made your way to the police car in the center of the scene. A middle-aged cop stood on the side with a small group from the squad, who seemed to be discussing what he came across when he found the boy. The rest of the two teams attended to the boy on the back of an ambulance, addressing his wounds and occasionally asking him questions. You and Dean headed over to the officer, while Sam took to the boy. Your anxiety perked slightly, but you acted as nonchalant as possible, to try and not draw attention.

"Excuse me," Dean said, grabbing the group's attention, "I'm Agent Ford, this is my partner, Agent Griffith, would you care to explain the situation?"

"FBI? Why would you guys be interested in this? Isn't it a little early?" The middle-aged officer asked.

"We've been pinging these types of cases for a brief while, and we think it's the work of a specific killer, we picked this up on the radar." You responded confidently.

"Alright, that sounds reasonable." The officer said to you. "Tend to the scene guys, I've got this one." He said to his colleagues.

After his colleagues dispersed, you instantly asked for details on what had occurred not long before he sent out the alert on the scanner.

"It's weird, I was driving down here, patrolling the park for the evening shift, when this young boy ran straight in front of my car. Luckily, I wasn't going the speed limit, or both of us would have been roadkill. He came right out of the brush over there, and it looked like he got attacked by some wild animal or something. I got out of the car, and asked him what was wrong, and he just pointed to where he ran from. There was a woman, just standing inside the entrance of the woods, staring at us. I shone my flashlight, and she took off running. I couldn't leave the boy, so I called for backup." The officer said.

"Did he ever say what gave him those bites?" Dean asked.

"That's the thing, he said it was the woman." He replied with uneasiness.

"Did you have anyone go after her?" You asked.

"Some of the squad scoured the area, but they couldn't find anyone. Like I said, it was weird." He answered.

"What did the woman look like, officer.." Dean trailed off, gesturing to the cop.

"Mavin, sorry." He finished. "She was thin, her hair was infused with a natural red and a few other natural-born colors. Her face came to a point at the chin, and her nose was small but longer in length… Almost like.."

"A fox?" You said.

"Yeah..exactly! How did you know?" Marvin asked.

"Just intuition." You said.

"And you haven't seen her since?" Dean asked.

"No, thankfully. She had a weird vibe to her. But we have definitely on the lookout." He said.

"Thank you for your time, Officer Mavin." You said.

As you finished conversing with the officer, you saw Sam had already walked back from the ambulance, talking with another officer. He broke off the conversation as he saw you two walking up.

"What did you find?" Sam asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Looks like this coincides with the case," Dean replied, "The officer matched the attacker to a 'T'. It was the same thing that attacked me."

"That's promising; you know what the kid just told me? The lady lured him in, probably just like the other victims. Remember how Brayden's sister said that a woman was trailing her brother before he died? I think that's what has been happening with all of the victims." Sam said.

"I think you're right, but do you think we could take this back to the car or something? Cops make me uneasy." You admitted quietly.

The boys looked at you with understanding and agreed to your reasonable request. Without drawing much attention, you all went back to the beloved car to discuss what would happen next. But just before you hopped into the back seat, you could have sworn you saw two eyes glaring at you in the distance.

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breakingsomething · 4 years

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the fall - part two (evil jackie's back by popular demand)

basic summary: something's wrong with jackie, and marvin's going to find out what

trigger warnings: blood and injury, being kept in captivity, violence

something was definitely wrong with jackie.

all of them had noticed it recently. jackie came home late every night, sometimes shaking, sometimes completely nonverbal, sometimes being loud and brash and talking too much about nothing at all. once, chase told marvin he had seen him come in with a streak of blood on his face and when chase had pointed it out, jackie had gotten overly defensive and yelled at him to mind his own. none of them were able to properly speak to him without jackie shutting down. it was worrying, to say the least. marvin was afraid for him.

the day it all changed was the day he found jackie having a full blown panic attack on the kitchen floor.

"hey, hey, jackie!" marvin cried, racing to his brother's side and falling down next to him, careful not to touch him in case it set him off more. jackie struggled for breath, wrapping his arms around himself and ducking his face down into his knees. "jackie, breathe for me, k? what's up? did something - are you ok, are you hurt?"

"shut up," jackie gasped, shaking but still trying to push mavin away. "shut up, i'm fucking fine, leave me alone, please leave me alone."

marvin made a noise of protest. "bro, i can't leave you alone when you're in this state, i -"

"leave me the fuck alone!" jackie suddenly screamed, and he shoved marvin back so hard he fell into the kitchen table and smacked his head off the wooden legs. when he sat up again, jackie was frantically scrubbing tears from his burning face, desperately trying to hold back sobs and trembling.

marvin didn't know what to do. he had so much he suddenly wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it.

"i'm sorry," he eventually said softly. he twisted his hands together in his lap. "didn't mean to…"

jackie just turned his head away and said nothing.

enough was enough. marvin gathered his courage and spoke. "what's… jackie, what's been up with you lately? you've been acting so strange, me, henrik and chase were wondering -"

"oh, you guys are all talking behind my back, are you?" jackie spat, and marvin was horrified by the rage in his eyes. "talking about how weird i am, you think i'm g-going insane too?"

marvin shook his head rapidly, stunned. "jackie, no!" he said disbelievingly. "who - who said you were insane?"

jackie shoved his face into his knees and didn't respond, curling into himself and trembling.

marvin leaned forwards, biting his lip. "jackie," he murmured. "you're not - you're - jackie, we love you no matter what you do. ok? you're a good guy. you do good things. and no matter what you think is wrong with you, we'll be here to help you through it. you hear me?" he thought about putting a hand on jackie's back to reassure him, but decided against it. "we love you."

jackie still said nothing, so marvin stayed with him until he was more or less ok and he mumbled an excuse about needing to go see a friend of his before leaving the house.

marvin decided to follow him.

it was a rash decision; he gave it maybe thirty seconds of thought before doing it, which was more than he gave most things he did. all he had to do was cast a spell of invisibility on himself, which was a spell he'd discovered a couple months back and had been using to prank the others around the house. marvin considered using his more recently discovered soundlessness spell, but he still wasn't sure how it worked, and it turned out he didn't need to, either. jackie didn't appear to even know anyone was following him - he was walking quickly with a pair of headphones in, weaving through the streets and alleyways without a second thought. as they got deeper into the city, passing into the less crowded part where the graffiti on walls grew more frequent and the streetlights got dimmer, marvin began to worry that it had been a mistake to do this.

he was surprised when jackie stopped at a small, empty shop, looking dirty and abandoned. he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, looking right through marvin, before unlocking the door with a key hidden inside his wristbands and pushing his way inside. marvin dashed forward just quickly enough to catch the door and slipping in, only thinking for a brief moment that this was his last chance to back out before the door closed and jackie relocked it with a loud click. well, marvin was stuck in this now.

the shop looked very normal, shelves lining the walls and running through the centre of the room - the only odd thing was that they were completely empty, and everything was covered in a fine layer of dust and grime. marvin didn't get a lot of time to look around however, as jackie made an immediate beeline for the back of the shop and darted round the cash register to open a door that marvin hadn't even seen. marvin quickly went after him, the door almost closing on his ponytail before he could pull it through and gape at his new surroundings.

he was in a white hallway. a very long white hallway, like something he'd see in a science laboratory in a film, no windows or doors in sight except the big silver door at the end. marvin watched, open mouthed, as jackie punched in a code and went through, revealing - another hallway. what had jackie been doing in his spare time?

three more doors they went through, before they got to one that was seemingly bigger than the rest. the door was surrounded by weird science-y looking gadgets, which jackie used to scan his hand and type in several more things, most likely passwords of some sort. marvin tried to keep note of them in his mind, but there was so many numbers and letters that he couldn't keep track of. at this point, he was fucking terrified. part of him wished he could turn back and run back home to henrik and chase, just so he wouldn't have to see whatever jackie had been hiding from them.

when the door finally opened, marvin hesitated before following his brother inside. so much security for one sketchy place hidden underneath an abandoned store, and with the way jackie had been acting lately - marvin didn't want to think. didn't want to know. honestly, he hoped it was maybe some kind of weird secret hideout that he was keeping secret for some reason. maybe. maybe that was why he came here so often lately. marvin squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he went in, not wanting to face whatever it was he was going to see.

he regretted looking as soon as he did it.

a small room. no furniture. no windows. just a single light above the door and a man, a man who looked like he'd seen death and who was glaring up at jackie defiantly as soon as he came in. his face was bloody, plasters covering his mouth and greasy brown hair falling into his face. he was wearing a bloodstained grey t-shirt and ripped jeans, his arms handcuffed behind his back to a black pole on the wall. he had a bruise over one of his brown eyes, which glittered even in the dim lighting.

anti. anti. it was anti. anti who had stabbed marvin, anti who had kidnapped henrik, anti who had stolen chase's kids away. anti who had been jack's. anti who had ran away. it was anti. anti.

marvin was going to throw up.

without a word, jackie slung his bag off his back and tossed it to the floor, getting down and rooting through it for something. marvin could see and hear how heavily anti was breathing, making sharp whistling sounds and his chest rose and fell. fuck, it was really him. marvin stared at him and tried to swallow back the bile that was rising in his throat.

"here," jackie mumbled, and tossed something towards anti, causing him to flinch back, glitching in place. it was a sandwich, wrapped in clingfilm. next came a bottle of water with the label removed. anti blinked, and jackie stood again and made for the door.

anti whistled weakly, getting jackie to turn back round. "what?" then he noticed anti nodding towards his hands, making displeased sounds in his throat. jackie smirked. "oh, you need some help there, anti?"

he crouched down next to anti and snorted, pulling a knife from his back pocket and tapping it on anti's shoulder. "do you want me to take off the handcuffs so you can eat your food?"

marvin's heart raced. fuck, fuck, this couldn't be happening. this couldn't be his brother, his big brother couldn't be the one doing this. this had to be some kind of trick, some kind of fucking nightmare.

his brother was a kind man. a hero. he saved people, he hugged his brothers and brought them food when they were upset, he brought home treats and shared silly stories. he lifted chase's kids onto his back and ran around the garden with them so they could pretend they were flying. he cared. he loved. he didn't tie people up and hold them in a tiny, dark, locked room and beat them half to death - which, by the looks of anti, was definitely what must have happened. no, no. this couldn't be right. couldn't be real.

marvin jumped when he realized anti was staring right at him, eyes wide. he stepped to the side, gasping softly when anti's eyes followed him. he could see him somehow. how could anti see him?

jackie watched anti, then suddenly whipped round. marvin froze, his blood running cold. his only thought was that his spell had worn off and jackie could see him, could see he'd followed him here and seen what he'd done. he didn't dare to breathe, his head spinning with sickening fear.

"what were you looking at?" jackie demanded, whirling back round to anti. his face was red with rage, and in that moment, marvin didn't recognize his own brother. "what the fuck is the problem?"

anti raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in his eyes despite the whole situation. he still said nothing, and jackie let out a frustrated roar of anger. "you pathetic little fucking bitch, don't you dare try and mess with me!" he suddenly grabbed anti's face, and marvin had to clamp both hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. "you forget who's the one holding the knife now!"

he picked up his bag and stormed over to the door, his hand lighting up as he opened it. he left without another word, not even looking back.

this time, marvin didn't follow him.

instead, he slowly made his way over to where anti was sat, sinking to his knees next to him. "fuck, fuck," he almost sobbed, feeling tears prick his eyes as he saw just how bad anti had been injured. anti just rolled his eyes, making a face despite his many wounds and bandages.

marvin let down his invisibility spell and leaned in closer to anti, examining his injuries. "jesus shit, what - what happened?" he managed, feeling lightheaded. anti said nothing, just kept staring at marvin's face without a word.

marvin didn't know what to do.

this was anti. anti who had hurt henrik, who'd hurt chase, who'd hurt jamie. anti who had put their creator in a coma. jackie had to be keeping him here for a valid reason, he had to, he had to. marvin refused to consider any other option.

"mm, mm," anti tried, shaking his head. marvin bit his lip, attempting to blink the tears away. he couldn't be breaking down now. he had to keep it together. but it had suddenly hit marvin that this was really real, that he was here and so was anti, and that he had to make a decision.

gently, marvin touched the plasters on anti's mouth, noticing how he winced with pain despite barely being touched. "do you want me to take these off?" he asked softly, and anti shook his head rapidly, slamming his head back into the wall in an effort to get away. marvin held both his hands up beside his head. "ok, ok!" what had happened to anti to make him like this?

he reached behind anti to look at the handcuffs binding him to the wall. he also had a heavy chain wrapped round his neck that linked to the pipe as well. "fosgailte," he murmured, and the chains fell off, leaving anti to gasp for breath. more tears pricked marvin's eyes, and he paused to breathe too, wondering with anxious fear what he was going to do next.

anti kept staring at him, brown eyes boring into marvin. his right eye twitched, his whole body shaking slightly. he couldn't seem to stay entirely still. marvin stared back, balling his hands into fists and biting his lip.

"i don't know what to do," he said aloud. anti barely reacted, not even blinking. "shit, shit, this isn't right."

anti suddenly shuddered, groaning as his head fell to his chest. marvin's eyes fell to the food and water still on the floor, and with a jolt he remembered that he'd seen jackie making that same sandwich just this morning, before jackie's panic attack. they'd been laughing about some stupid news story about a dumb politician. marvin nearly threw up there and then, wondering dizzily how many other times something had happened right in front of him that he hadn't noticed.

"what - do - i'll -" marvin took a breath and tried again, making a noise of frustration. "ok, fuck. i'll take one of your hands out so you can eat, ok?"

because no matter what the reason was for keeping anti here, the way he was being treated definitely wasn't right.

he looked up at anti for confirmation. he stayed silent, but after a moment gave the tiniest of nods.

marvin wasn't a particularly soft man. he didn't fawn over babies or cute animals like chase and jackie did, and he didn't feel empathy the same way henrik did. but seeing the way anti immediately grabbed the sandwich as soon as one of his hands was released, undoing the clingfilm and facing away to undo the plasters on his mouth and eat, marvin felt a sudden rush of… something. something powerful burning in his chest. he wasn't sure if it was good or not. all he knew was that this wasn't right, that jackie wasn't right, that something must have gone wrong somewhere for his day to have gone from joking over the news to sitting in front of the man who'd kidnapped children and killed people, helping him eat for what could have been the first time in god knows how long. it was all he could do not to scream.

after he'd eaten, anti turned back round, the plasters reapplied. he didn't say anything at first. then he touched his fingertips to his chin and moved them outwards. "thank you."

marvin's breathing quickened. "why - why are you signing?" he said uncertainly, swallowing hard. "why can't you talk? why do you keep those plasters over your - talk to me, goddamnit!"

anti rolled his eyes again. "can't speak," he signed. "don't ask. red is keeping me here."

marvin suddenly stood, stepping back. "stop, stop," he gasped, clutching his head. "please, just talk to me, i know you can talk! what's happened to you, why are you here, what did you do? why is jackie - jackie would never - jackie would never -"

he sobbed, digging his nails into his skin as he covered his face and sank down against the door across from anti. "i don't understand, i don't know what to do."

anti tapped the floor, getting marvin to glance up. he was making the same two signs over and over again, staring at marvin deliberately. marvin knew what the signs meant, of course he did. he shook his head, biting the side of his hand to keep from screaming.

"no," he said firmly. "no, no, no, no, i can't do that, please, shut up. shut up, shut up. i don't understand, i don't know what to do."

"kill me," anti insisted. "red will be back tomorrow. i don't want to be here for that."

"i don't know why you're here!" marvin cried. he shook his hands wildly, panic rising even more. "jackie would - you probably fucking deserve to be here, given what you've done! i can't let you go, i can't do anything, not after what you did to my brothers!"

there was a pause. then anti let out a sharp breath through his nose. "is -- ok?"

marvin blinked tears away. "i - i didn't catch that second word."

anti made a noise. "d-a-p-p-e-r," he signed. "is he ok?"

marvin let his head hit the wall. "i don't have to tell you anything."

"please," anti said. the sign was very similar to thank you, marvin noted dimly. he'd never heard anti speak either word. "i have to know."

marvin scrambled up, grabbing at the door. he needed to get out, needed to get away from all this. it was too much to handle at once and he was literally going to have a full blown meltdown if he didn't get as far away from here as possible immediately.

"hmm, hmm!" anti vocalized, hitting the wall to get marvin's attention. marvin sobbed and blocked him out. jackie had used his light magic to get out, but marvin didn't have that. instead, he whispered his unlocking spell again, which miraculously worked, and darted into the hall. he turned back once to see anti, whose eyes were wide, shaking his head and hitting the wall behind him.

"i'm sorry!" marvin said desperately, already stepping back. "i'm sorry, i'll come back, i'm sorry!"

he slammed the door shut and didn't turn back.

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #the fall

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astronamies-void · 4 years

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Mavin AU #1 (Amie’s AU’s)

Cute AU, they could be together or they could be just really close friends! Or on the verge of something more

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There is a huge celestial event happening tonight that Gavin really wants to see. He begs everyone in the office to join him but everyone has their excuses (Already have plans, I got kids, I don’t want to, etc). He is bummed out because he really doesn’t want to sit in a big empty dark field alone with a telescope, his camera, and no one else.

He is starting to accept the fact that he’ll be going solo, that is until lunch time rolls around and in walks his Saving Grace: Michael.

Immediately Gavin is on him asking if he wants to join him, but in typical Gavin fashion he says so without actually saying what it is he wants Michael to do.

“Gav, slow down. Start again, what are you wanting to do??”

“Sorry, I’m asking if you want to join me tonight as I try to photograph the comet passing by tonight. It will be absolutely incredible, because there will also be a meteor shower.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Michael laughs, and Gavin reacts expectedly.

“What! No! I’m not. I just- I’m- I want you to”

“Come with you to a dark place that’s only lit up by the twinkling stars above? Where it will also be cold and we’ll have no choice but to huddle close to share our body heat? Or better yet a blanket between the two of us because your dumbass would only bring one? I dunno Gav, sounds pretty romantic to me”

“Michael please! I have asked literally everyone else in the office, hell in the bloody company! You’re my last hope”

“I’m not even your first choice?! Way to woo a guy, Gav”

“You just weren’t here. You know you’re always my first choice, boi! It’s you and me versus the world, or in this case the celestial happenings that won’t happen again for another Six Thousand years!”

“Okay fine.” Michael says after a beat of silence. Gavin squeals and actually begins jumping in place. Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“But I swear if this is a ploy to Murder me or seduce me I will never forgive you”

“Michael I would never!”

“I can literally see you crossing your fingers!”

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That night Michael picks Gavin up and his ridiculous amount of things. He is surprised by how much equipment stargazing needs. In the movies all they had was a blanket and a thermos of Hot Chocolate.

They load Michael’s car with all the things then head out to Gavin’s predetermined location. It’s a large dark field that conveniently has an incline in the centre which is perfect for their set up. Michael drives as close as he can then helps Gavin carry everything to their spot.

Once everything is in place Michael settles in while Gavin immediately gets to work with locating the comet, and setting up his camera. Michael lays back and watches the stars above, he is amazed by how many there are compared to in the heat of the city. Gavin explained on the way that it’s due to light pollution.

“Michael come look!” Gavin yells excitedly.

Michael gets up to check out what Gavin wants him to. He has him look in the telescope, which he does, and he sees a black background with a very bright star in the centre, there seems to be dust or something flying off it.

“There she is, in all her comet beauty” gavin tells him.

Michael has to admit it’s really cool actually. Gavin is just buzzing with excitement, and Michael again has to admit to himself that he loves seeing Gavin so happy and passionate about things.

He sits back on the blanket and lays down to look back up at the sky.

“Whoa hey Gav what’s happening up there?” He asks. Gavin looks and gets excited again.

He immediately lays down to Michael, who notices how close Gavin actually is.

“That’s the meteor shower! They’re basically a bunch of tiny comets flying above us. They’re much closer to Earth which is why they go so quick. They’re made of tiny meteors, or meteorites.”

“You really know your stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, back home when I was a kid Mum and Dad would always bring me and my siblings to view astronomical events. We always had so much fun.”

Michael just listens in Aweh, he doesn’t know what’s come over him. Probably the obvious romantic vibe he mentioned back at the office. He finds himself looking at Gavin instead of the stars when he talks about his childhood. Only the outline of his face, and his eyes, can be seen under the tiny lights above.

They lay there for a while watching the stars above. Gavin is in Aweh, and Michael is too but he’s not sure exactly if it’s at the stars or his companion.

Gavin jumps up a bit later when he realizes he hadn’t taken any photos yet. Michael laughs and watches him hurridley capture the moments above.

The ending could go two ways.

Either they have a lovely evening and go home, Gavin gets a lot of good photos to sort through while Michael has some thought and feelings to sort through himself.

After taking some photos Gavin decides to sit back down on the blanket to watch the sky next to his Boi. Michael again is very aware of how close Gavin is.

“Isn’t it just breathtaking, Michael?”

“Yeah, it is” He replies, but instead of the sky he is looking at Gavin.

Gavin glances at him and catches Michael staring at him. They both look away and back at the stars.

“I’m glad you asked me to come, Gav. Even if I was your 800th choice.” He laughs.

Gavin nudges him and says, “I told you! You’re always my first choice, boi.”

“I know, and you’re always mine” He smiles and glances at Gavin again, who is actually already looking at him.

They stare at each other for several moment, the stars above forgotten.

“The stars really are beautiful,” Michael mutters.

“Yeah, they are...” Gavin agrees, still staring into Michael’s eyes.

“Maybe we should get back to looking at them...”

“Probably”

Gavin licks his lips, Michael’s eyes lower and sees that, he mirrors the action.

“Gav, I...”

“Yeah?”

“I...” Then Michael leans forward and Gavin does the same. They meet and their Leila press against each other in the sweetest kiss.

If anyone takes this prompt the rest is up to you😌✨

#mavin #AmiesAUs #AmiesAHAUs #AmiesMavinAUs #mavin au #michael and gavin #mavin fanfiction #au #galileojoneswrites #achievement hunter fanfiction #mavin fics #michael jones #gavin free #achievement hunter #ah #tnd #team nice dynamite

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dreamonhunters · 4 years

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please don’t drop me home (because i haven’t got one anymore)

no trigger warnings!

it’s honestly just some soft mavin for the @rtwritingcommunity secret sunshine 2020 ! this was a gift for the lovely @griffinoliverwrites ♡

read it here on ao3!

His eyes open.

Bright sky above him, cornflower blue instead of crimson. There’s a few puffy clouds. No threat of rain, fortunately. A light breeze cools his face. Even after all these years, he’ll never quite adjust to waking up without a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. How he managed for so many years is a mystery.

Michael stretches, yawns, listens to the way his jaw clicks. For a moment, he’s content to just sit there. Listen to the birds in the trees. There’s a river nearby - he could’ve sworn he passed it last night, now that he thinks about it - and in the back of his mind he makes a mental note. Head in that direction. His water supply iswas running low.

That train of thought brings him back to reality. There’s still some bread in his bag, left over from the last village he camped at. He’ll eat that as he walks. Won’t be long before he finds something he can kill or another settlement.

And so he gets to his feet. No point in wasting daylight, and Michael hates to stay in one place for too long. Takes a moment to stretch out his cramped limbs, of course. Shoulders the battered leather satchel he’d thrown together and fiddles with the straps. Does this every morning, almost ritual like.

In his right hand, he carries a sword. Distinctive. It’s stolen, but he doesn’t bother himself with fine details like that. Bright blue blade, glittering and dancing in the morning sunlight. The weight is familiar, comforting.

Fortunately, it’s still cool. Dew-spun grass beneath his feet as he walks, a gentle birdsong serenading him. Immediately, he makes a move toward water. Where there’s water, there’s life, or something like that. And life means food.

Michael only stops once, to gather more water. One day too long in the desert can really fuck you up. He learnt that the hard way.

For the most part, he just walks. Hopes to find the edge of this forest before sundown, because he’s getting just a little tired of nothing but trees stretching on for miles. Easy food, sure, but it’s a little tiring on the eyes. Besides, if he can find a nice cave, that’s a useful base for at least a few days. Means he won’t have to carry his shit around for a while.

The day passes uneventfully. For once, Michael’s peaceful. Serene, almost. He makes better progress when he’s in a good mood. Doesn’t drag his feet so much. The sun keeps him warm as he travels. Brings out the little sun freckles high on his cheekbones and smattered across his nose. It’s been a few days since he last saw another human, and he’s more than happy to keep it that way for a little longer. The occasional animal is more than enough company for him.

The sun is low on the horizon before he reaches a clearing. A few horses graze peacefully at a distance, and just behind him appears to be some form of settlement. Stonework, definitely, and smoke curling up from what looks like a chimney. Michael’s heart leaps. That’s a few days of rest.

Well, a few days of rest if he can strike up a bargain with one of the villagers. That’s a lot easier said than done.

He’ll get there before sundown, and hopefully someone will be kind enough to take him in. May not have the charming aspect down just yet, but he can threaten his way into someone’s household for a night or two.

As he approaches, Michael straps his sword to his back. Doesn’t need to get off on the wrong foot by making himself look threatening.

Even at this hour, there’s a few people milling around. A young man leads his horse through the village, horseshoes softly clinking against the cobbles. There’s a small group of women chattering by a well, and a pair of children play close by. Already, Michael can sense that he won’t have to work too hard for a soft place to rest his head.

“You look lost,” a voice chimes behind him, in an accent he doesn’t quite recognise. Whirls around to face a taller boy, deep scowl already marring his features. Gives him a quick once-over. Probably about his age. Tousled hair, sandy blond in colour. Clad in various shades of green, soft fabrics making up comfortable garments. He’s lean, but Michael knows better than to underestimate people. The smile on his face is bright and friendly, considering Michael is a complete stranger.

“I’m not,” Michael answers. Maybe a tad too quickly. Because technically he isn’t, but he’s not exactly familiar, either.

“Nice to meet you,” the boy continues, seemingly undeterred. “I’m Gavin. Are you new here?”

Michael shrugs. “Just passing through.”

“Where are you staying?” Gavin presses. Usually Michael wouldn’t appreciate being pushed for so much information, but this boy seems...genuine.

He hesitates for a moment. Lying probably won’t do him any favours here. “I’m not.”

There’s confusion in those bright green eyes. Tilts his head to one side, as if looking at Michael from a slightly different angle will make the pieces fall into place. “Why are you here?”

“Passing through,” Michael repeats, somehow managing to keep a veneer of politeness to his voice. “Just planning to spend the night.

“You can stay with me then,” Gavin declares, and he’s just a little too excitable for Michael’s tastes already. They’ll be lucky if the house is still standing tomorrow.

Still, it’s an offer, and Gavin hasn’t even asked for anything in return yet. He’d be foolish to turn it down.

After a moment’s hesitation, he responds. “Thanks,” Michael murmurs, managing a tight-lipped smile. Not ungrateful, just...wary. Gavin isn’t a threat, not quite, judging from his lanky body and trusting smile. He’s just a little too enthusiastic.

Gavin doesn’t wait to see if Michael has anything else to say. Turns on his heel, glancing over his shoulder briefly to call to him. “This way, love!”

If Gavin notices his reluctance, he stays quiet about it. He’s chattering away aimlessly before Michael’s even started moving. Not that he knows what about. Just follows a close distance behind, trying to get his bearings with the area just in case he needs to make a run for it.

“...so I’ve been here most of my life, really, and the people are lovely. You’ll like it here,” he rambles, and Michael finally catches onto his stream of conversation. “I can introduce you to my neighbours tomorrow, and-”

“What did you not get about ‘passing through’?” Michael cuts in, eyes narrowed. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Gavin stops almost immediately, pouting. “But you can’t just leave, Micoo-”

“Michael.”

“That’s what I said,” he whines petulantly. “Anyway, you can’t just leave. Where are you even going?”

“Have you seriously never met a traveller before?”

“Well, yeah, of course I have. I’ve lived here all my life, give or take, and we get a lot of-”

“Cut to the chase.”

“I’ve met lots of travellers before.”

“So then why can’t I leave?” Michael repeats, exasperation slowly creeping into his voice.

“Because…” Gavin trails off, searching for the rest of the sentence. “Because I think you’d be missing out.”

“This village isn’t exactly big, Gavin,” he points out.

“No, but the people are nice, and we have plenty of food, and I should tell you this area is really safe compared to most of the forest, and-”

Michael cuts him off again. “You talk way too much.”

“Do I?”

He seems genuinely surprised. Michael almost feels bad for this poor, oblivious boy. Painfully unaware of himself. But, and he has to remind himself of this, it’s also his ticket to a comfortable bed. A free one, at that. Can’t insult the lad too much.

“Yeah. Whatever,” he resigns, shaking his head. His intonation is a little too flat for a question, and it’s more of a statement when he speaks again. “Where’s your house.”

“Just round this corner, love,” Gavin pipes up, completely unphased by Michael’s brief irritation. Or maybe he’s just too dense to notice. Michael can’t rule that one out just yet.

He keeps his mouth shut as Gavin lets him in, casting an appreciative eye over his temporary lodging. It’s sweet. Homely. Has that rustic charm stonework buildings tend to. A few torches light up the interior, casting a warm glow over the room. The wooden floor is clearly worn from years of use, but it’s partially covered by thick rugs in hues of forest green and deep emerald. There’s a flower pot in the window. A few chests line the far wall, small labels detailing the contents of each one, and a furnace burns low at the end of the row.

A large table dominates the room, far bigger than anyone who lives alone would ever need, and instantly Michael can tell Gavin hasn’t been alone this whole time. There’s more than he’s letting on.

“Dinner’s ready,” Gavin laughs, shutting the door behind them with a soft click. “Hope you’re not too fussy.”

He’s not. Michael will eat whatever he’s fortunate enough to come across.

The boy doesn’t wait for a response, already moving across the room to finish preparing his meal.

“Make yourself at home, love,” Gavin calls over his shoulder. Easier said than done, honestly, when you’re standing in a stranger’s home and don’t really know what to do with yourself. “I’ve got enough for two.”

In the end, Michael perches on one of the chairs positioned around that centerpiece table. Places his satchel down on the floor beside him, sword resting against the wall. Tries to keep his attention off Gavin for the most part. The flower pot in his window suddenly becomes extremely interesting.

“How long have you been travelling?” Gavin asks, jolting Michael out of his reverie. A wooden plate is placed in front of him. He can smell chicken, and once Gavin is close enough he can see some vegetables on the plate. Doesn’t look badly cooked, either.

“Couple years,” he replies.

Gavin doesn’t seem satisfied. “Why did you leave your home? Did you not like it?”

That’s an easy answer. His home isn’t easy to like. Fire and brimstone gets boring after seventeen years, truly, and there’s something desperately refreshing about feeling a cool breeze on your face in the morning. Even rain is thoroughly appreciated, despite how much it slows down his travels.

“I’m from the Nether,” Michael answers simply, because just those words should offer all the explanation he needs.

“Oh.”

They eat in silence for a few moments. Michael sure as hell isn’t starting a conversation, and Gavin seems to be mulling over his last response.

“What’s it like?” Gavin asks, finally breaking the silence.

“You’ve never been?”

Gavin shakes his head. “Heard stories.”

“They’re probably true,” Michael sighs, although the tension in his shoulders dissipates a little. “We don’t have water, everything’s on fire, the population is tiny.”

“How do you...survive?”

“I mean, you gotta wear face masks an’ shit. Can’t breathe properly down there.”

Gavin nods, seemingly enthralled. “So you came up here instead?”

Michael nods. “I was, like, seventeen? Only just. Got sick of always bein’ too hot and having nothing to look at.”

“But why don’t you stay anywhere? Isn’t it hard?”

If it weren’t for the air of near reverent tone of Gavin’s voice, Michael would be suspicious. He’s asking a whole lot of questions. But it’s his voice, the look in his big green eyes, that air of childlike curiosity he carries. Either he’s a damn good actor, or he’s hanging onto Michael’s every word. It’s endearing.

“Everything’s the same down there. There’s way more to see here.”

“Doesn’t it get tiring?”

Maybe a little, is what he’d like to say. Michael likes to keep moving, longs to explore every last part of the world he’s adopted, and yet something in him cries out for stability. For a home - a real one, not a temporary house he passes through or a cave on the side of a mountain. Something like this, like Gavin’s home, in a little settlement on the edge of a desert. Maybe in a forest. He likes it warm, not blisteringly hot.

“Not really,” Michael lies, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Get to see some cool shit.”

“You’re so cool.”

He laughs, or at least attempts to. It’s more of a bark in the end, but his intention is clear. “Nothing’s stopping you from doing it.”

“I couldn’t,” Gavin protests. “That’s not my thing.”

“Don’t know until you try.”

Michael pushes his plate away from him, lifting his gaze to meet Gavin’s. “Thanks.”

He beams, gathering up Michael’s plate and placing it atop his own. “Glad you enjoyed. I’ve got a spare bed if you want it.”

“Yeah. Uh, thanks,” Michael repeats, because it’s been a long time since somebody offered him this kind of hospitality without some form of payment. “Do you, like, want something from me?”

Gavin frowns, eyebrows pulling together in a frown. “What’s that mean?”

“Like, payment?” he clarifies.

“What? No! Of course not,” Gavin gasps, shaking his head. “Why would I ask you to pay me? I would do this for anyone.”

Somehow, it’s not difficult for Michael to believe.

“Just...checkin’. Most people do,” he reassures, gathering up his belongings. “Nothing personal.”

Gavin seems to relax a little, nodding slowly. “You can stay here as long as you want, love. I don’t want anything in return.”

It’s more than just a little endearing. As Gavin leads him up the small stone staircase to his bedroom, Michael can’t help but be a little touched by the boy's generosity. He’s not heartless.

The upstairs is similarly outfitted in shades of green, with torches casting that same homely glow over the room. There’s a larger bed, intricate carvings covering the wooden bedposts, and a smaller one on the opposite end of the room.

“I hope this is good,” Gavin smiles, inclining his head towards the other bed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s...yeah, it’s great,” Michael murmurs, taking a tentative step toward the other bed. Overwhelmed by Gavin’s kindness, really. He couldn’t remember anyone else who’d treated him so well. “Seriously, thanks.”

Gavin waves his hand dismissively. “Stop! I don’t just let every cute stranger into my house. You seem nice and I want to help you. So you don’t need to thank me.”

In any other situation, Michael would roll his eyes, but he can’t quite bring himself to do so. “Sure, cool.”

He tosses the satchel down beside his bed, easily within reach if he needs to make a quick getaway. Gavin may seem trustworthy, but Michael’s been crossed one too many times to fall for the nice guy front. The sword leans against the bedpost.

Gavin is silent for a while, and yet the silence between two near-strangers isn’t as awkward as one would first presume. There’s something strangely comfortable about it, actually, and Michael isn’t sure what to make of that. Chooses to push it to the back of his mind instead. That’s something to think about once he’s far, far away.

“G’night, love,” Gavin calls across the room. He’s changed into different clothes, although they’re still the same hues of emerald and tan. It’s not worth asking what his favourite colour might be.

“Night,” Michael responds. Pulls his shirt over his head, but that’s the only clothing he’ll shed. Gavin extinguishes the last of the torches, and they’re plunged into darkness.

He watches the moon through the skylight. The soft sounds of Gavin shifting stop it from becoming too silent, and Michael lets his heart rate slow. Couldn’t remember when it had gotten so quick, honestly.

Maybe he’ll stay here a little longer than he initially planned. The bed is warm and comfortable, fresh sheets holding that clean scent. He isn’t hungry or cold or miserable. For once, he’s completely at ease.

He can change his plans. Gavin said he’s welcome to stay, and Michael doesn’t think a few extra days would be considered overstaying his welcome.

(And so what if a few days turns into a few months, and a few years down the line he’s still here? And maybe there’s a sandy-haired boy laid beside him, familiar-looking, and the sword doesn’t rest against his bedpost at night. It’s unlikely, but certainly not impossible.)

#rayray writes #my writing #rtah #achievement hunter #ah #roosterteeth #minecraft au #mavin #michael jones #gavin free

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sorcererinthestars · 4 years

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hey sorc!! i don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of talking, but i’d love to know ur fave headcanons abt fahc (or king au) mavin? 🥰

Hi @micooll! Sorry for the delay in getting back, with the holidays coming up my life has been crazy.

Fav headcanons about Mavin you ask? Hmmm...

1) FAHC Mavin is a destructive force to be reckoned with. Gavin is always the ideas man, right? He’s always the one who is going to goad Michael into doing ridiculous stunts for his own amusement. If it’s sniping a cop from a rooftop (when they know they’ll be targeted) just to see the man’s head explode, or jumping into the LS ocean naked in the middle of February, or to jump a car off a ramp just to have the thrill of flying for a few seconds, Michael will do whatever he has to do in order to make Gavin happy. The good thing is, Michael is a smart boy, and tends to make sure that they won’t actually die when he’s following Gavin’s insane instructions.

2) Michael is the only one who knows when FAHC Golden Boy Gav is working himself too hard. The other suspects, but Michael knows his boi better than anyone. Knows how he holds his shoulders when he’s tired. Understands the quiver in his voice or how his questions don’t hold as much bite. When he’s too tired to function anymore, he doesn’t speak up as much. Small things only Michael notices, which leads him to drag Gavin - normally kicking and screaming - into bed.

3) In the same vein, Gavin is always the one to fix Michael up after big fights. The others care and Jack especially will try to knit Michael back together, but if its just a few scrapes and burns and scratches, Gavin is the one who will lovingly apply the dressings and cover them up with bandages. He always makes sure to kiss around the wounded area. It’s their small moment of intimacy when they realize that they likely both won’t get out of this mess alive, so they’d better make the best of it while they can.

4) Gavin likes to watch Michael fight through their cams during heists. There’s something so naturally poetic about the way Michael hacks and slashes his way through enemies. Even more so when he’s gunning them down. He won’t tell the others, but he especially likes the way his boi’s muscles bulge through his shirt when he goes wild with the nail-spiked club he especially likes for close combat.

5) FAHC bois both have matching Team Nice Dynamite tats. They went out and got them together when they were bored and drunk. Neither regret it, although they both tease each other without mercy.

King AU in here for good measure:

1) Similar to #4 above, Gavin likes to watch Mogar - Michael - King of the Mountain Kingdom fight. There’s a dance to it that he can sit and watch as if transfixed. That’s how they got together the first time - MIchael felt himself being watched and followed the gaze to find little Gavin Free, King of the Jungle Kingdom, watching him hotly. They made out behind the changing tent that afternoon. Then again after the feast. Then again when they got back to the rooms. And then fucked on three surfaces.

2) Michael never knows what to do when he goes to the Jungle Kingdom and has to try to adhere to rules that aren’t part of his own more rugged society. He doesn’t know how to dress nice for courtly dinner - his idea of formality is war paint and more beautiful skins and pelts. Gavin dresses him up nice and teaches him all the manners with the patience of a saint. Michael still swears and acts crude during dinner, but sometimes it makes Gavin smile, so it’s worth it.

3) In the same vein, the day Gavin had to dress up for their wedding in the Mountain Kingdom and got his paint and a ceremonial dressing of skins, Michael almost made them late to their bonding ceremony by having to take him a few times before they even got downstairs. They are very tactile boys.

4) I feel like Gavin teaches Michael to like reading in this AU. They sit and read together by the roaring fire of the mountains, draped in a pile of furs, cuddled together and reading their different tomes. Michael likes war strategy and hunting accounts and myths and legends of heroes. Gavin likes anything about science that Ryan, King of the Stoneworld, can give him. They chat every once in a while about what they read, but it’s a very lazy evening.

5) Michael is a much more aggressive King than Gavin could ever be. He’s always looking for war that Gavin will not. This leads to more than one fight with their joined Kingdom, but when war threatens the Jungle and Gavin sees Michael’s warriors lining up to fight behind him and his soldiers, his heart swells with how much his husbands’ men will also follow him.

...I hope you like this!!

#mavin #headcanons #fahc #king au #ah king au #micooll

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cornfields-and-bad-dreams · 5 years

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SOWC19, Day 12: Heights.

@blackirisposts

Fandom: Achievement Hunter, Minecraft au.

Pairing: Mavin

Word count: 1,550

Warnings: non-lethal injuries.

Synopsys: Gavin gets hurt while making his way through a forest and finds himself saved by a stranger.

Gavin had grown up with creepers, for whatever reason the green creatures had taken a liking to him and allowed him to live among them. Gavin mostly kept to the creepers, staying away from other people as much as possible, he'd even taken to wearing clothes that resembled the creeper's appearance. But as he got older not only did Gavin start to feel the urge to meet others like him, but the creepers seemed to push for him to leave as well. After heading off the green beings still remained friendly with him of course.

Gavin wandered from village to village, city to city, and eventually found himself deep in a thick forest. During his travels, Gavin had acquired a bow and arrows, though he was still learning to use it. Making his way through the woods Gavin felt something whiz past his head, turning to see what it was he found an arrow lodged in the tree beside him. Jumping as another nearly struck him Gavin whirled around to find a Skeleton aiming at him for the third time. Giving out a squawk Gavin took off down the trail, pulling out his bow he slowed now and then to take a shot at the skeleton. More arrows seemed to fly at him from every direction as he headed deeper, the sound of zombies reached his ears as well. Pain erupted in Gavin's side, at first he thought it was just his muscles aching but his arm suddenly hit something solid causing more pain. Gavin had been hit, stumbling a moment Gavin was hit again in the back. Gavin jumped over the roots of a large tree he pressed himself up against them as best he could, waiting he heard the sounds of mobs passing by. Despite knowing he should get moving again, Gavin stayed put attempting to catch his breath. Slowly Gavin started to feel tired, eventually, his eyes closed as he drifted into a peaceful dreamland.

Waking up Gavin found that he was now lying in a bed, sitting up he also discovered that his wounds had been bandaged. Looking around Gavin took in the room. It wasn't too big, but it fit a bed, a large chest, a side table, a chair, and a desk. Standing up Gavin moved to the door, peering out into the rest of the house he noticed a man tending to a fire. Stepping into the larger room Gavin cleared his throat. The man jumped, turning around he clutched his chest but gave Gavin a soft smile.

"You're awake, that's good. Though you should rest a bit longer, you took some pretty nasty hits." The man made his way towards Gavin, ushering him back into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Gavin realized after he spoke that he might have come off a bit rude.

"I'm Michael, but you can call me Mogar if you want. That's what most people here call me."

"Where is here?" Gavin sat back down on the bed, pulling the sheets over his legs.

"Timber summit."

"I know that name, where have I heard it before?" The last part was said more to himself.

"We're a village in the trees, a lot of folks like to talk about us." Michael chuckled as he moved to the large chest at the end of the bed.

Micheal pulled out Gavins bow and arrows along with his bag.

"I didn't know how long you'd be out, didn't want your things just laying around." Michael set the stuff on top of the chest once he'd closed it.

"Excuse me, but can you go back a moment? Did you say a village in the trees?"

"Yeah. We live in houses high up in the trees connected by rope bridges."

"How'd I get here?"

"I found you while I was hunting, brought you back here to patch you up."

"Oh, thank you."

"You're welcome. Now that you're awake you should probably eat something, I just finished dinner so you're in luck." Micheal returned to the other room, soon returning with a bowl of stew, bread, and water.

Gavin remained in bed for the next couple of days until Micheal felt he was ready to be up. Gavin was mesmerized by the tree village once he stepped outside, Micheal hadn't done it justice with his description. Gavin had expected small tree houses like the one he'd been staying in but he'd found that the majority of the village was large multi-level buildings.

Micheal showed Gavin around, introducing him to others. Gavin found that Micheal was a warrior among his people and that was where the name Mogar had come from. The people of Micheals village grew interested in Gavin, beginning with curiosity in his clothing choice, the people enjoyed Gavin's stories of childhood and travel. Gavin continued saying with Micheal, helping out around the house and accompanying him on his hunting trips. In return Micheal agreed to teach Gavin how to properly use his bow, he also decided Gavin needed to learn to use a sword.

It had been several months since Micheal rescued Gavin and still, the man was staying with him, though neither of them seemed to mind. The two had grown close in the short time they'd known each other and the thought of leaving hadn't crossed either of their minds. That is until winter began to approach, food was getting more sparse and the meals the two shared had diminished in quantity. Gavin began to feel guilty for staying, winter would be there soon and with Gavin around food, supplies would need to be stretched. Micheal, of course, hadn't said anything but Gavin was sure he was refraining from being rude.

"I think I should be leaving soon," Gavin announced one morning, surprising Michael.

"Really?" Micheal looked up from his breakfast.

"Yeah, I've stayed long enough. I can't hang around here forever." Gavin stared down at his food, poking it around the plate.

"Of course, where do you think you'll go?"

"I was heading for a town on the other side of the forest before, I figured I'd head that way again."

"Sounds like a plan." Micheal gave Gavin a sad smile, though Gavin wasn't really paying enough attention to notice, the man just didn't seem to be able to look Micheal in the eyes.

Two days later Gavin had gathered enough supplies and headed out. Saying goodbye to Micheal and the other villagers he descended to the forest floor and set off in the direction of the town.

It was a few hours later when Gavin found himself surrounded by hostile mobs. Gavin fought his way through them as best he could, Micheals training had done him good, but Gavin was heavily outnumbered. Gavin was on the verge of defeat when a yell erupted from the trees, suddenly Micheal came swinging in on a vine. Micheal lobed off the heads of a few assailants before landing beside Gavin.

"Looks like you need a little help." Swinging his sword Micheal cut through another couple mobs.

With Micheal's help, the two were able to run off the vicious creatures. Gavin leaned against a tree to catch his breath.

"You're timing couldn't have been any better. What are you doing here anyway?"

Micheal turned away from Gavin slightly, red spreading across his cheeks.

"I was trying to catch up to you." Michael rubbed at the back of his neck. "I wanted to stop you from leaving." Micheal's eyes met Gavins at last, an embarrassed but hopefull look held in them.

"You don't want me to leave?" Gavin felt butterflies in his stomach, and a tingle run up his spine.

"I realize you have a lot more of the world to see, and I'd never try to keep you from that, but watching you leave hurt and I thought maybe you'd like to stay after all." Micheal turned completely to Gavin, taking a small step toward him.

"Micheal, I'd love to stay but." Gavin pulled at the hem of his shirt and bit his lip, his eyes drifting away from Micheal.

"But what? Is something wrong, did I do something?"

"You didn't do anything. I just, winters coming up and I know food supplies will be limited, so I didn't want to be another mouth to feed."

"Gavin, food won't be an issue. I can find more food and others would be happy to help as well. What made you think you needed to leave?"

"I just didn't want to be a burden. You were already so nice to me, fixing me up, letting me stay, teaching me to use my bow and a sword. I didn't want to make you do more for me."

"Gavin." Micheal stepped up to Gavin, taking his arms into his grasp and looking him directly in the eyes. "I did all that because I wanted to, if I didn't want you around I would have kicked you out long ago. I wanted you around and I want you to stay."

"I want to stay too." Gavin began to tear up, pulling Micheal into a hug he cried into his shoulder.

Micheal held Gavin close and let him cry for a moment before pulling away.

"Come on now, let's head home before your crying attracts more monsters."

#bipspoopy19 #ah minecraft au #mavin #ah micheal #ah gavin #writing #fanfictioin #non-lethal injuries

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years

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Star-crossed (1/1)

Summary: “You want to pimp me out for the ‘good of the crew’,” Michael says flatly.

Cannot fucking believe his ears, but this is Geoff and they’re the Fakes and this shit just kind of happens sometimes.

Notes: Prompt fill for @fahchaus who asked for Mavin. :D?

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“I’m sorry, what.”

Geoff has his ah-ha-ha, isn’t this just the funniest goddamn thing face on, that awkward little laugh spilling out of his mouth as he folds his hands on the table in front of him.

Ryan is stone-still. Jeremy is looking between Geoff and Michael like he can’t decide which one of them is going to lose their shit first. (Michael. The answer is Michael.)

Trevor has his business face on, and Alfredo is sharing fucking popcorn with Lindsay who looks like all her Christmases have come at once.

Jack isn’t even here, wants nothing to do with this bullshit which says everything about this goddamned mess.

“Michael,” Geoff says, like he has any right to pretend to be a reasonable man right now. “It’s for the good of the crew.”

Michael’s eyes flick over to Ryan, because he knows the fucker won’t be able to help himself.

“’The good of the many outweighs the needs of the few,’” he intones, like the huge fucking nerd he is.

Which, fair.

It isn’t all that often that Ryan gets handed such a golden opportunity to let loose with prime Star Trek quotes.

He deserves to have his little moment.

It still doesn’t change what Geoff is doing. Trying to do.

“You want to pimp me out for the ‘good of the crew’,” Michael says flatly.

Cannot fucking believe his ears, but this is Geoff and they’re the Fakes and this shit just kind of happens sometimes.

Geoff looking at him like what he’s just said is a perfectly reasonable request to make, like it’s not goddamned ridiculous.

And Michael, okay.

He just wants Geoff to know what he’s asking for here, what he sounds like.

Wants the others to hear what he sounds like, really let it sink in.

A beat, two, and the sound of chairs being pushed back slips into the void Michael’s words leave behind as the others literally remove themselves from the line of fire.

“Oh, shit,” Alfredo says, caught somewhere between surprise and a twisted sort of delight. “He went there. He went there!”

Geoff makes a face, unfolds his hands. (Mutters something that sounds a hell of a lot like “Well when you put it that way it sounds bad.”)

Michael’s scowl deepens.

“Michael, you know this feud has been gone on for too long as it is. We can’t afford to spend crew resources dealing with that and our rivals.”

The crew’s spread thin as it is, B-Team working overtime to keep things running smoothly and several of their allies starting to waver in their convictions. Wondering if siding with the Fake AH Crew is such a smart idea after all when their rivals are offering up sweet little incentives to change loyalties.

No one’s made a move yet, still wary of forcing an all-out war when the Fakes are still firmly on top in Los Santos, but it’s a matter of time.

Settling this stupid feud would help with that, allow the crew to focus on matters closer to home. Solidify their hold on Los Santos and remind everyone just how they’ve done so as long as they have.

And for whatever godforsaken reason Geoff seems to think Michael’s the key to ending this fucking ridiculous feud. Thinks it’s going to be as easy as that.

“Michael,” Geoff says, quiet and honest as he knows how. “You know I wouldn’t ask you to do this if there was any other way.”

If Geoff asked any of the others to do this one little thing for him, everyone would be dead and - at the very least - half of the city would be gone.

Just.

Gone.

Geoff seems to think he can reason with Michael though. Appeal to his sense of loyalty and duty to the crew. (The worst part is, he’s not wrong.)

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The feud started long before Michael joined the crew.

Years and year and years ago, with a careless comment from Geoff (sometimes it’s hard to remember there are any other kind from him), and suddenly the Fakes were caught up in a feud with one of the biggest crews around.

Dragged into things because Geoff turned it from being his problem to theirs in a heartbeat, and Michael’s never known anything else.

The other crew is big enough to be patient about it, take their time and be thorough.

Hit them at the right moment to do the most damage. Over and over again until they ended up here, and how the hell Michael ever agreed to any of it he’ll never know.

Sure as fuck isn’t for Geoff who got them all in this mess, and now look at him.

There’s a knock on the door to Michael’s room, and a moment later Jack pokes his head in.

“Time to go,” he says, watching Michael carefully.

Looks like he’d like to point out Michael doesn’t have to do this, could absolutely kill the hell out of Geoff and end the feud that way if he’d like. He sure as hell won’t stop him, but doesn’t come out and say any of that, no.

Jack just has an expressive face like that.

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Michael refuses to dress up for this little party, fancy shindig on Geoff’s stupid yacht.

Isn’t going to let Geoff make this into more of a dog and pony show than it already is, let him parade Michael around in a stupid expensive suit or tuxedo, no.

Not when Geoff’s the reason Michael’s taking part in some medieval bullshit.

”Only better”, because Geoff had to make things worse by trying to make them seem less terrible. Couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut. Seemed to think he was painting a fucking silver lining on things. ”It’s not like this is an arranged marriage, Michael, it’s more like...arranged dating.”

Like that made it any better, Geoff throwing Michael at the asshole’s kid because anyone else and it would have been a disaster. Had Los Santos burning before midnight and where would they be then, huh?

No promises to be made, no binding contracts. Just a “trial period” to see how things go, and then who knows after that?

Play nice with the boss’s kid, or at least don’t kill the little bastard because that might put a crimp on things.

Fucking hell.

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Feuds being what they are in this life, they’ve all gotten caught up in it in the past.

Little run-in here, chance meeting there.

Close encounters with the smug bastards, all high and mighty and always convinced they had the upper hand. Old roots dug down deep, too solid to be uprooted by the likes of the Fakes. Upstart crew just getting their feet under them out here and no real threat.

All kinds of regrets everywhere else because none of this needed to happen.

Didn’t need to lose Kerry to these bastards early on. Friendly smile from some asshole who just wouldn't shut the fuck up, and all these tempting little offers. Promises too good to be true, and Kerry always was that kind of stupid. Caleb and Kdin followed not long after that.

Almost lost Ryan a few years back to one of their freelancers. Kindred spirit, and more truth to Ryan’s alias than anyone realized. Geoff managing to win him back with a shiny new mini-gun and the promise of all the bullets his black little heart desired before he went wandering again.

They did lose Mica a year or so ago, and that one still stings.

The crew’s lost too goddamned many people to these fuckers, and Geoff’s always been too stubborn to swallow his pride and put an end to things.

Until now.

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There’s a chopper flying in, guests of honor on board like their people aren’t out there in the dark in speedboats in case things go south. Circling the yacht like sharks, and Michael regrets his act of good faith in leaving his weapons behind when he hears them round the yacht’s bow, veer a little closer each time.

Ryan and Jeremy are keeping an eye on them, guaranteed to be enough firepower between them to handle things if the assholes try something.

Trevor and Alfredo are dressed in matching tuxes and smiling sweet as anything, yes sir and no sir and is there anything I can get you tonight sir? we’re got an excellent vintage aboard.

Creepy as fuck, and the only good that will come from it is knowing they’re making Geoff paranoid as hell with their little act.

Lindsay is coordinating with Jack, and Michael is -

“Michael!”

Michael is being dragged towards the helipad to greet the guests of honor. Asshole in his perfectly tailored tux and his idiot kid. Couple of bruisers bringing up the rear because this is meant to be a friendly little gathering, no need to bring the whole crew on board, never mind the speedboats out there as a reminder to play nice.

Gets to watch them pause to brush lint off their shoulders or whatever the fuck they’re doing after they get out, sweep the people gathered around with appraising looks.

Sees the asshole smile. Slow, smug as hell.

“Hello, Geoff,” he says, like Geoff’s just oh so thrilled to see him. “What a lovely yacht you have.”

There’s a pause, and all these things everyone here knows.

“I used to have one just like it.”

He did.

Damn thing went missing a few years back, something about a storm and pirates of all things taking advantage of the cover it offered to steal it. The asshole’s people forced into the lifeboats while the pirates got away, and not like they could go to the authorities about it considering their chosen profession.

Pity, really.

“Is that so?” Geoff asks, like he hadn’t known.

There’s a little stare down, dick-measuring contest, Michael doesn’t fucking know or care. Looks to the asshole’s kid who’s looking around, eyes hidden behind a pair of douchebag sunglasses and this slight curve to his mouth like this is just all so goddamned funny.

“Hey,” Michael says, because Geoff and the asshole are still playing their little game.

The guy turns his head to look at Michael, does a slow once-over before he smirks.

Opens his mouth to say something, but Geoff squawks indignantly at something the asshole says.

Throws all the shit he told Michael earlier about not letting these fuckers see them sweat or whatever out the window and pushes into the asshole’s space, annoyed about God knows what.

Michael looks to the two bruisers, but they’re standing back, seem to think their boss can handle Geoff just fine. Jack and the others are doing much the same, and -

Michael stiffens as he feels fingers wrap around his wrist. Looks at the asshole's kid who is still smirking.

“Maybe we should leave them alone?” he asks. “They could be at this for a while.”

That -

He’s not wrong.

Everyone else is so focused on Geoff and the asshole they don’t even notice when Michael and the asshole’s kid slip away.

========

This far out, they can actually see the stars.

Faint pinpricks of light glittering up there all pretty and shit.

Michael lets the asshole’s kid pull him past the others towards the back of the boat. Watches him when he releases Michael’s wrist and goes to lean against the railing to look up at the damn stars.

“So,” he says. “That went about as well as I thought it would.”

Michael sighs, because given Geoff’s involvement, yeah.

He joins the idiot at the railing. Watches the speedboats in silence for a long moment, before he loses interest and glances over at the idiot beside him.

Stupid hair and ridiculously expensive designer clothes. Goddamned douchebag sunglasses at night and this relaxed slouch to him despite everything.

They can hear raised voices somewhere behind them, Geoff and the asshole’s, and it doesn’t seem like they’re about to come to an understanding anytime soon which is pretty typical for them, actually. Nothing new there.

“This was the best idea you could come up with?” Michael asks gesturing between them, because fucking Christ.

A goddamned kid could have come up with it.

There’s a quiet little laugh, the idiot turning his head to look at Michael and a stupidly fond smile on his lips.

“Well it’s not like anyone had a better idea, Michael,” he says, accent twisting Michael’s name into some bastardized version of itself. “Best I could do, really.”

Planting the seed of an idea in the asshole's ear, letting it grow on its own until he and Geoff batted the world's stupidest plan around until it took root. Made them think it was such a brilliant fucking plan, that there was no possible way it could go wrong. (Tempting fate in the process, but when haven't they?)

Michael watches him push his sunglasses into his hair, gold catching the moonlight.

“Besides,” the idiot continues, and there, there is that little spark of mischief that's caused Michael so much goddamned exasperation over the years as he flashes Michael a little grin. “’S pretty funny, innit?”

========

Geoff split from his old crew just about a decade ago and took Jack with him. Used the weight of his reputation and everything he learned from them to build up his own little crew.

Did alright for themselves and careful who they recruited because there are all kinds of assholes here, and some are worse than others.

But then Geoff got stupid, or maybe he always was.

Said some shit he shouldn’t have, got a little cocky and suddenly he’s in some stupid feud with one of his old crew members.

Worst of the bunch because Burnie's goddamned bastard.

Knows which buttons to push to get Geoff reacting without thinking, saying the kinds of things he’d regret later.

Pulling the rest of the crew into the whole mess because of course he did, and goddamn had that been an experience for Michael when he joined. Hit the ground running only to realize how unbelievably stupid the whole thing was.

Realized there wasn’t anything to this feud he’d heard rumors about for ages before Geoff approached him about joining the Fakes.

This thing that had been going on for years by that time, had all of Los Santos waiting and watching and fucking clueless about everything.

No one seeming to notice that for as long as the feud had been going on, the kind of people involved. (How quick both crews were to take care of their enemies, the way they’d work together against a larger threat.)

A hell of a lot of property damage and shit going missing like Burnie’s yacht, but nothing unforgivable

This slow bleed as Burnie and his people wooed some of theirs over to their side with the promise of better opportunities and whatever else while Geoff scowled at the fucker.

Let them go because they’d just stagnate in Los Santos if he didn’t. Knew they deserved better, but goddamn had he been annoyed at Burnie for being right about it every fucking time.

And then Gavin had shown up, Burnie taking him under his wing as his protégé and things had gotten complicated.

The little shit is too curious for his own good, kept poking and prodding at the Geoff and his crew, and fucking latched onto Michael when he came along.

Not put off by Michael and his everything, coming up with the stupidest plans for the two of them to oh so conveniently run into one another. Make it look like they were doing their part to keep the feud going while living some bizarre Romeo and Juliet life on the side after he broke Michael down with his goddamned annoying persistence.

Always there, dumb little grin and stupid face and his everything. Michael the kind of asshole who was defenseless against all of it when it came down to it.

Slipping away when the others weren’t looking to trip into one of the idiot’s little traps, coming up with schemes of his own to catch him.

Stupid fuckers, both of them, but Geoff pouted whenever one of them didn’t at least pretend like this “feud” of his was serious business. Easier to humor him than try to apply logic to things.

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Gavin’s grinning at him because he knows how annoyed Geoff’s feud makes Michael. The lengths they all go to because of it.

Inches a little closer, his elbow nudging Michael’s.

“They’re going to figure it out you know,” Michael says, trying to hold on to his scowl. “You’re kind of shit at this.”

Gavin chuckles because they both know he’s not even trying. Thinks the whole thing is as ridiculous as Michael does, but unlike Michael he also thinks it’s hilarious.

Two of the most powerful people around engaging in what amounts to a playground grudge.

“Yeah?”

Michael thinks about it for a moment. Thinks about Geoff, and Burnie, and the way they’ve let things go on as long as they have. The way everyone seems to know about Michael and Gavin except for the two of them, because as smart as they are, they’re also amazingly dumb sometimes. Blind about shit they shouldn’t be.

Bought into Gavin’s dumb plan about bringing their crews together like a pair of kings marrying their kids off, what the actual fuck. (Actually thought Gavin’s plan to end the feud was a good one. Like he hadn’t just stolen it from bad romance novels.

“Alright, maybe not,” he mutters, because Jesus Christ.

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It’s a little strange seeing everyone together like this. No paintball guns or pellet rifles in sight. No clever heist or supposedly diabolical scheme in play.

The speedboats anchored just off the yacht’s stern, everyone aboard for the celebration. Toasts to the end of an era, a long and bloodless feud started by idiots.

“I’m a little worried by that,” Gavin murmurs, gesturing with his drink to were Ryan and Meg are talking, Mica and Ashley headed their way, and there’s no way that ends well for anyone. “Doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

Michael snorts, because that’s a bit of an understatement.

That’s a recipe for disaster right there, all the murder friends together in one spot.

“You should be, this is all your fault,” Michael says.

It really is, and Michael's trying not to look too happy with it all because Gavin's ego doesn't need the boost.

========

The good news is with the feud settled, Michael and Gavin don’t have to sneak around anymore when they want to see each other. Give Geoff and Burnie the flimsiest excuses, watch the others around them choke back their laughter and give each other knowing looks.

The bad news is -

“What?!”

The others are quick to rat them out, let Geoff and Burnie know about their whole forbidden romance because that’s the kind of people they are.

Tight-lipped when it comes to anything like crew business, goddamned chatty about anything else at the slightest provocation. (In hindsight, it’s a miracle word about the two of them didn’t get to Geoff and Burnie before now.)

Michael pinches the bridge of his nose as Geoff sputters, all indignant about being kept in the dark like this. Like he wouldn’t have been an asshole about things if he’d known.

Knows Gavin is about to start some shit because he loves riling Geoff up, and puts a hand over the idiot’s mouth. Glares at Geoff who is pointing an accusing finger at him like this is one of those terrible shows he loves so much.

“Look, asshole,” Michael says. “You want to mke a big deal about this? How about we talk about your Thing with Burnie while we're at it?”

Everyone knows about his Thing with Burnie. Couple of morons who just can’t apologize to one another over an insult years and years ago, but goddamn can they -

“That’s different!”

Geoff being a hypocrite is nothing new. Geoff being a hypocrite while Michael and Gavin are trying to have some quality time together is annoying as fuck.

“Geoff, fuck off,” Michael says, ignoring the way Gavin’s laughing himself stupid next to him.

Geoff blinks, like hes just realizing what he barged in on, and his face goes through the various stages of utmost suffering when it finally processes for him.

“Oh, God,” he mutters, sounding horrified. “Oh God.”

Michael grabs one of the pillows off the bed and throws it at Geoff, which seems to be the right trigger to finally get him moving, mumbling under his breath as he shuts the door behind himself.

That’s...that’s going to be a Talk in the near future, he just knows it, but for now -

Michael looks at Gavin. The stupid grin he can feel under his hand and laughter in Gavin's eyes because of course he thinks this is funny. Little idiot Michael's so far gone for he'll go along with whatever stupid plan he has.

"Idiot," he says, stupid soft and fond as he leans in to kiss him again.

Now that they have all the time in the world, they need to make up for lost opportunities.

#mavin #fahchaus #Prompt Fills #Kings of Nowhere #vagrant fic #:D?

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senseless-septic-shambles · 5 years

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Miles To Go Before I Sleep - Chapter Ten.

Summary: Jackieboy Man has been missing for so long even he is losing hope of ever finding his way home. Henrik Schneeplestien is struggling to cope after the events that left Jack in a coma. Chase Brody is trying to piece his life together after it crumbled around him. Marvin is feeling separated from his family. Jameson Jackson is fighting his own demons. And Jack is sleeping through it all. Ev̡ęr͝ythi̸n͏g is go̡i͞ng̢ acc̕ord͏i̶ng ţo̕ ̡p͞la̡n͠.͞ ҉

Links: Under the ‘Miles to Go Before I Sleep’ heading on my page, or search the ‘#Miles to go before I sleep’ tag

Warnings: Nothing really.

A/N: Brief Hiatus is over, but I’m still figuring out how my life looks at University, so updates may be a little spotty until I figure out when a better time to post is and figure out a routine. Love you all, thank you for sticking with me! Betas are @dinadinu @xtracheesy,@a-septic-writer-of-art and @softgreysweaters . Dina also drew the banner.

An annoying buzz in his ear woke him. Marvin groaned, trying to pull himself out of his dream fogged sleep. He rolled over in an effort to block out the sound, but it persisted.

Pushing himself up on one elbow, hair falling in his eyes, he woke up enough to realise it was his phone. With a groan, he reached out to grab it, answering and dropping his head back onto the pillow.

“Mmm?” he said as a greeting.

“Marvin, right? It’s Jacob from Rickety Stool.” Marvin groaned again, closing his eyes. Rickety Stool was Chase’s favourite bar, and this wasn’t the first time Marvin had received a call from its owner. Chase had a knack for getting into trouble.

“Is it Chase?” he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep.

“I’m afraid so. He’s causing quite a disturbance, and you did say to call you before I called the police.”

“Yeah,” Marvin said. He groaned once more, very tempted to leave Chase be and let him face the consequences. A night in jail might do him good.

But he couldn’t do that - if Chase was out drinking again it meant that things had clearly not gone well with Stacy. And she could use an overnight jail trip to push for full custody of the kids.

So he let out a long sigh and nodded slowly.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said reluctantly.

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob said, and Marvin grunted, hanging up. He didn’t move for a long moment, wishing he could drift back into sleep. He was exhausted - using that much magic at once had sucked all his energy.

With effort, he pushed himself up, adjusting his mask into a more comfortable position. He hadn’t even bothered taking it off earlier, he had been too tired. Running a hand through his hair, he managed to escape from the call of his blankets.

A commotion was forming in the corner of the bar when Marvin stepped through the door. He could make out Jacob - a tall, dominating figure - standing near them, clearly trying to keep the peace, but he could tell it was about to get out of hand.

He quickly crossed the space, joining the edge of the crowd. Peering through the heads, he saw, with slight disappointment, but not surprise, that Chase was standing in the middle, eyes blazing. He looked ready to fight - and he looked very drunk.

“Y’spilt m’drink,” Chase growled, glaring up at another man. The man was much larger than Marvin’s younger brother and was backed by two other equally large figures.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should have thought about that before barging into our business,” one of the growled, stepping forward and shoving Chase in the chest. He stumbled back, swaying wildly.

Marvin held his breath, praying that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. But Chase was Chase, and anger flashed in his eyes and he snatched up the bottle beside him on the bar. He swayed slightly, paused, then flung the bottle in the general direction of the man who had pushed him.

Given his intoxicated state, Marvin wasn’t too surprised when it missed entirely and shattered on the head of one of the bystanders. For a frozen moment, no one reacted. Then, the victim of Chase’s bad aim let out a loud cry and shoved himself forward.

“Alright then! Is this how it’s going to be?” he demanded.

“Okay, okay, settled down!” Jacob tried desperately, raising his hands and trying to push between the angry crowd and Chase.

“This punk needs to be taught a lesson,” one of the men growled, glaring at Chase. Chase glared right back, snatching up an abandoned shot and downing it.

“Well take it outside then,” Jacob said shortly. “I don’t need any more mess in here.”

“M’not goin’ anywhere,” Chase slurred.

“You sure about that?”

Marvin groaned softly, knowing he would have to intervene soon before Chase got hurt. Despite the temptation to let him get a bit of a beating in the hopes that it would teach him a lesson, Marvin knew he couldn’t let that happen to his younger brother. So, he pushed his way to Chase’s side.

“M’rvin!” Chase called as he caught sight of him. “What’re you doin’ ‘ere?”

“I’m taking you home,” Marvin said shortly, grabbing his shoulder.

“In a moment,” the man Chase had hit with the bottle said sharply, one had pressed to a large cut from the glass of the bottle. “We gotta teach him a lesson first.”

“As much as that is tempting to allow, I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Marvin said, his voice dark. He was too tired to use much magic and he hoped that he wouldn’t have to try too hard to get them to let him go with Chase.

“I don’t think so. If you wanna join him in his beating, I won’t stop you though.”

Marvin sighed softly, letting his eyes glow slightly. He held himself up to his full height, trying to seem as intimidating as possible, eyes glowing, magic making his cloak flow softly. The men stepped back slowly, muttering uncertainly to each other.

“I suggest you let us go,” Marvin growled.

For a moment, he was afraid they would keep persisting. He wasn’t sure what he would do then - he certainly didn’t have the energy to take on four fully grown men and look after Chase.

But too his immense relief, they backed down, the crowd - sensing a fight wouldn’t actually break out - stepping back as well.

Marvin wasted no time, keeping a firm hold on Chase’s arm and all but dragging him out of the building.

“I don’ wanna go, Marv,” Chase complained, trying to pull away.

“You need to come home and sober up,” Marvin snapped. He was tired, he was frustrated and he was angry at Chase. Even as drunk as he was, Chase seemed to sense that and didn’t fight as they made their way to the car.

They were quiet for a long while, Marvin focusing on not crashing in his anger, Chase thankfully noticing the atmosphere of the vehicle. But about five minutes away from the bar, a low whining filled the silence, and Mavin glanced at Chase to see his shoulder shaking.

He sighed softly, knowing what that meant. It meant Chase was in a clingy, needy drunk mood now. He wasn’t sure that was any better than angry drunk Chase.

“I take it things didn’t go well with Stacy?” he asked - anything better than that horrible noise. But it was clearly the wrong thing to say - Chase’s sobs got louder and more pitiful.

“Damnit Chase - I swear I will drop you off on the side of the road if you don’t shut up!”

“Sh - she’s not l-letting me s-see the ki-ids anymore,” he whined, wiping his eyes and looking up. He suddenly gagged and Marvin cursed, slamming the window down.

“Outside!” he snapped, and to his relief, Chase turned and hurled the contents of his stomach out the window - not into his car. He knew from experience that was not a smell that left quickly.

They fell into an uneasy silence for the rest of the drive, Chase occasionally sobbing or hiccuping. Marvin drove perhaps a little too violently, but he was angry and wanted to go back to bed.

Chase leaned on him heavily as Marvin unlocked the door and stepped inside, muttering occasionally. Once inside, Marvin made a beeline for Chase’s room.

“Straight to bed and you can sleep it off,” he said sharply, lowering Chase onto the bed.

“I wanna see Jackie,” Chase muttered.

“Well Jackie doesn’t want to see you like this.”

“You’re being meeaaan he’s my brooother.”

“Jackie needs his rest, alright? If Henrik says it’s okay you can see him tomorrow.” Marvin sighed, pressing clutching the bridge of his nose through his mask. “Damnit Chase, you have to stop drinking like this.”

“Stacy’s fault. She’s being meeaaan.”

“Stacy saying you can’t see the kids is no reason to get wasted at…” he glanced at the clock, muttering a curse. “Chase it’s 4pm.”

“An ‘m not tired! You’re a meany!”

“You need to stop! Alright Chase!” Marvin snapped. He was sick of it. He was sick of picking his brother up, he was sick of seeing him in such a state.

“Stacy’s being mean!” Chase snapped back.

“Stacy’s not in control of your actions!” Marvin shot back. “You are an adult Chase - start acting like it.”

“Why should I listen to you?”

“Because I’m your brother and I hate seeing you like this. Listen to me, Chase -”

“No one likes you though!” Chase shouted.

Marvin flinched. He couldn’t help it - Chase’s words cut too deep. He tried not to let it show, but Chase clearly picked up on the impact that had on him. He stumbled to his feet, swaying, and glared at his older brother.

“No one likes you cause you’re not a favourite. An - an the community never cared about you and Jack didn’t even give you a name so you’re just a big meany!” He shoved at Marvin’s chest, stumbling slightly.

Marvin spun around abruptly, not meeting Chase’s eyes.

“I’m leaving,” he said shortly, storming out of the room. He didn’t hear Chase’s response as he slammed the door behind him.

He almost made it to his room before Henrik cut him off.

“Marvin - there you are. We must have a talk about Jac-”

“Piss off, Schneeplestein!” Marvin snarled, not in the mood to talk. He tried to ignore the way Schneep recoiled away from him, the bright flash of fear that shone in his eyes as he shied away from Marvin. He didn’t care and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it.

He let out a shaky breath, ripping his mask off his face and flinging it across the room, suddenly not wanting the prison across his face. Sinking down the door, he angrily wiped tears away from his eyes. Crying was foolish - he knew that what Chase said was true. And he knew that Chase didn’t mean it - he wasn’t in his right mind.

But Chase’s words had echoed what he had been thinking for the past few weeks. Chase’s words spoke too clearly that his secret thoughts were true. He wasn’t liked. The others didn’t care for him.

A flicker of light caught his attention and he looked up to see his computer flash to life. Frowning, he stepped forward slowly, unsure why it had turned on. A message flashed across the screen, a familiar note.

“Fe͟ȩl̵ìng d͜ow̛n, ̨ki͢t̸ k͡a̴t̛?̷”

For a long moment, he just stared at the screen, hesitating. Then, slowly, he sank into the seat. He knew he shouldn’t - he knew who was sending the messages, he knew this was dangerous. But somehow, he couldn’t stop himself.

Who else was there to talk to?

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obsidiancreates · 5 years

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(I can't tag on my phone but @septic-dr-schneep said she wanted more of Jackieboy picking up the other egos, and even though my version doesn't have superstrength I agreed and was inspired. It's real late but I hope this is good!)

Jackie dropped his gym bag at the door. He walked o to the living and sat down on the couch, sinking into the soft cushions, much to Schneep's dismay.

"You are getting your sweat all over the couch!"

"Sorry Doc. I'm just wiped out.i did a lot of weightlifting today."

Marvin appeared from the kitchen, a cookie in one hand and...some kind of glowy plant in the other. "Why? I could probably find some kind of strength enhancing enchantment, if you'd like."

Jackie shook his head. "Nah. Working out is good for you! Plus, muscles make me look more intimidating to the bad guys. Hey, is that plant supposed to be smoking?"

Schneep, who was much closer to Marvin, took a big step away. "It is also growling."

"It'll be fine. Just warn me if it turns purple. Then it's gone bad and Snappers won't be able to eat it."

"Uh, sure...Anyway, I don't need enchantments to be strong. I've worked out enough I bet I could pick one of you up like it was nothing!" He stood up. "Watch!"

Marvin stepped back. "How about not me?"

Schneep also stepped back. "No lifts for me either."

"Well how am I supposed to prove it?"

"Hello everyone! What's going on in this here gaggle?"

"Jackie says he can pick one of us up like we're feathers," Mavin said. He took a big bite of his cookie.

"He can? Well, that would be a sight to see-oh goodness!

Jackie lifted JJ up into the air and slung him over his shoulder. He grinned, proud of himself. "See? I can rescue people from burning buildings twice as good now!"

Marvin clapped. "That's awesome!" He went to take another bite of his cookie, only to find it smoking and slightly blue. "Aw, come on."

Schneep walked around to JJ's face. "Are you okay? That was very sudden!"

JJ gave a thumbs up. "A lot of blood is rushing to my head, but this is actually rather fun! I feel like a sack of potatoes!"

Jackie, with only a little difficulty, walked back to the couch. He gently threw JJ off of his shoulder and into the cushions. The gentleman's face was red, and his hat was clutched in his had, exposing his now-messy hair. Jackie put his hands in the air. "I've got real superhero strength now, like Spidey! WHOO-HOO!"

Schneep clapped. "Just try to to pull a muscle or over exert yourself," he warned. "I cannot always be fixing you up!"

Marvin dropped his cookie and held the glowy plant up to his hair. The head of a small dragon poked out, ate the plant in a couple of bites, and disappeared back into his locks. "I bet you can't pick Chase up. He's heavier than JJ."

Jackie cracked kis knuckles, for no real reason other than that he thought it was cool. "You're on!"

(Haha, what are endings? How do you even write one? Haha! Ahhh, I should sleep now.)

#Jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #Jackieboy Man #Doctor Schneeplestein #Henrik Schneeplestein #Henrik Von Schneeplestein #Marvin the Magnificent #Marvin the Magician #Jameson Jackson #fluff #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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was-once-just-a-hopper · 6 years

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Past Mistakes | Septic Egos x Reader (Part 2)

Second part requested on Quotev by boring1341

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My ex, Josh, was charged with assault after it was revealed what he’d been doing to me and Sara. He was put in jail under a two-year sentence. I was let go because they wrote my actions off as self-defense. True, it was, but still... It haunted me. What I did didn't feel like self-defense. It felt like nearly murdering a man.

He was evil. I reminded myself. I nodded. Yeah, yeah... he... deserved it. The people who didn’t deserve to be hurt were Sara and I. I was never bitter at Sara; she was another innocent girl trapped in Josh’s web of lies and abuse. After the trial, Sara and I stayed in touch for a little while and would talk about the nightmares we would have. We stopped talking, though, when we realized we were only worsening each other’s states.

My phone ringed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was sitting on the couch with the Septics, watching some TV show.

“Hello?”

“[Y/n]?”

“Sara? What’s wrong?”

“I-It’s Josh... He’s out of jail.” Suddenly I felt like I was floating out of my body, watching the shock and horror make its way across my face, watching my legs start to bounce with anxiety and my fingers tighten around my phone in terror.

“What?” I breathed.

“H-H-He apparently got out early f-for 'good behaviour,'” She whispered, sounding scared, “and the first thing he did was c-call me and say 'did you miss me?'” I heard her start crying. “I’m so scared, [Y/n], I’m so scared he’s going to try to come to my place! What do I do?”

I pushed my own panic out of the way and stood up, walking towards the window. I looked out before realizing that I was looking for Josh, paranoid he’d be right there to attack me. To slap me across the face and cause another bruise, another scar. I shivered.

“I... We’re gonna come and pick you up, and you can stay over here with us.” I said quickly, the cogs in my brain starting to turn. If Josh tried to come here, we’d be safe because of the guys. They wouldn’t let him past the door, and if worse came to worst, Anti could knock him out and dump him in an alley somewhere far away.

“O-Okay, okay, I’ll... I’ll pack a bag and wait by the door. Please hurry, I’m scared.”

“I know, I’m scared too.”

~~~

Two hours later, Sara was with us and calm, and I’d almost forgotten about Josh. The guys were kind to Sara, and I was grateful. While we hadn’t been introduced on the best terms, we’d been through hell and back together via Josh, and now we were nearly inseparable.

Someone knocking on the door, hard, broke me out of my thoughts. I froze up. I felt Sara grab my hand, squeezing it.

“It’s Josh...” She whispered, eyes wide with fear. “He’s gonna get us... He’s gonna get us, [Y/n]!” I felt my own terror rise up in my throat before I could stop it. Images flashed across my vision of the many times I was attacked by Josh, and I felt myself start to cry.

“Josh isn’t gonna get anyone.” Anti snarled, heading towards the door. The other Septic boys followed, squaring their shoulders, looking ready to go into war. Anti yanked open the door, and standing there, tall, muscular, and very intimidating, was Josh. His hair was longer, and he had a new tattoo snaking up his arm, but it was definitely him. I realized I was shaking like a leaf, but couldn’t stop.

“Where’s [Y/n]?” He asked. His voice made another bunch of flashbacks erupt in my brain. Part of me was shrieking to run and the other part was telling me to get up and fight for my life, but I couldn’t do either of those, so I just felt sick to my stomach.

“Noneya fuckin’ business.” Anti snapped, glaring at him. Josh remained calm, surprisingly. He looked over their heads and saw Sara and I sitting on the couch. He grinned wickedly and tried to push past them. Sara and I backed up into the couch, and Sara whimpered.

“Hold up there, big guy,” Jackie said, standing directly in front of him, “you can’t just barge in here without permission.” Josh held up his hands.

“I just wanna see [Y/n].” He said calmly. His eyes glittered coldly. “I owe her something.” He’s gonna do to me what I did to him... The thought hit me like a brick to the face, and my hands curled into fists. The others seemed to catch on to what he was saying and formed a tighter circle around the door, keeping him locked outside.

“What? You gonna strangle her?” Anti growled, glitching out. Josh narrowed his eyes.

“You’re not going to lay a hand on [Y/n] or Sara,” Marvin said.

“You vill have to go through us first,” Schneep said. The others nodded, Jameson raising his fists, Robbie’s eyes glazing over with anger, Mavin readying his magic, Anti gripping his knife behind his back, and the others standing to their full height, acting as a barricade.

Josh seemed to consider his options. Suddenly, I felt myself stand up, a hard look on my face.

“Lay a hand on them and I’m calling the police. Your parole officer won’t be too happy with you.” Josh’s eyes locked with mine but I didn’t stand down. I saw anger seep into his dark irises.

“Don’t you fucking dare, bitch.” He spat. “It’s your fucking fault they put me in prison when I didn’t do anything.”

“Didn’t do anything?” Shawn growled.

“YoU fUcKiN aBuSeD oUr [Y/n]!” Anti glitched out violently, and the others looked furious.

Sara stood up, too. “Leave now before you wake up in the hospital.” She hissed. Josh glared at her fiercely.

“Shut up, you’re nothing but a slut.” I felt rage boil in my blood, but before I could do anything, chaos broke out. One of the Septics pushed Josh so hard he fell backwards out the door, Robbie tried to lung and Jameson was holding him back, looking ready to release him any second, though, Anti had taken out his knife and looked this close to stabbing Josh, and a couple of them were shouting at him to shut the fuck up.

The neighbors must have seen the ruckus because a minute later, a police car showed up to the house in time to see a bunch of identical-looking guys with green hair chasing Josh out of the driveway. The police officer who stepped out of the patrol car ended up being one of the ones who’d been assigned to our case the year before, and recognized Josh and us immediately - Sara and I had moved to the front door when everyone moved out onto the lawn.

A moment later, Josh was in handcuffs, shouting profanities at everyone who came close, screaming about how he’d get us, he’d get his revenge, that he’d fucking kill us. We all had to input our statements to the officer, but soon Josh was being driven away by him, still in handcuffs, and we were safe again, finally.

“I just... I want to thank you all, so much.” I hugged everyone, tearing up. Now that I knew Josh was going back to jail, I felt a lot better. Sara was crying too, thanking them through her tears, smiling for the first time in a while. We were safe. We were finally safe again.

~~~ Requests open!

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staranon95 · 6 years

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you ever tried your hand at reader inserts? bc I need that sweet sweet Michael x reader “forced to wait out a storm” fluff. if you’re uncomfortable with RIs then dat mavin will do ❤️

i don’t do reader inserts, but here’s some mavin for your sweet sweet prompt

getting back on the road with a road trip au and hunkering in that convenient barn

Word Count: 1100+

They’re stuck somewhere on the fucking prairies, Michaeldoesn’t know. Geography wasn’t his strong suit in school. But he’s pretty surethat if everything around him is flat as dicks with nothing but corn and goldenwheat fields for miles, then he’s somewhere smack dab in the middle of thecountry with a busted radiator and a rapidly approaching dark cloud movingalong the horizon.

He’s been watching it since he decided the car was a lostcause until they managed to walk into town and get someone to help them out. Itstarted out as just a dark mass a bit south to them. But as the wind’s beenkicking up the clouds suddenly got closer and closer and closer until all ofthe sudden the temperature dropped a few degrees and Michael felt a drop ofrain on his nose.

They’re two miles from their car, and another three from thenearest town. They need to hunker down until the storm passes. Gavin points outa lone standing barn in the field which they run across to for shelter just asthe sheets of rain come pouring down upon the plains. Gavin’s jacket is dottedwith rain by the time they get into the barn.

“Well,” Michael says. “Looks like we’re stuck here until itall blows over.”

“Yeah,” Gavin says. He looks out as the rain falls insheets, the few smatterings of trees here and there bending to the force of thewind. There’s the sound of far off thunder and the glint of lightning. Michaelhopes that the worst of the storm passes over them, because while this barn isa convenience, he’s not so sure with how steady it is.

Gavin turns away from the barn doors and decides to goexploring. The barn is rather empty, the boards of which are aged and slightlywarped, a faded grey in colour. There’s some old tractor tires in one of thestalls, a work bench covered in dust and old rusted tools, nothing too excitingto look around for. Eventually, he climbs up to the hay loft. Michael watcheshim from down below, checking his cellphone periodically to see if he can get asignal. But of course the middle of butt fuck nowhere doesn’t have sufficientcellphone coverage. So no signal. They’re stuck here for a while.

“Hey, Mikey,” Gavin says from up high.

“Yeah?” Michael calls out, trying to look for Gavin fromdown below.

Gavin’s head pops up. He’s smiling from over the edge of thehay loft. “Come up here. There’s a pretty stellar view.”

Michael shoves his phone away and climbs up the ricketyladder to the loft where Gavin’s moved closer to a large open window where theycan look out over the fields, over the prairies they’ve found themselves in. Hecomes up to lean against Gavin, arms resting upon the edge of the window.

“What’s got you down, Michael?” Gavin asks. “You’ve beenquiet since we left the car.”

Michael keeps his eyes focused on the farmland surroundingthem. How desolate it all is. How lonely and isolated they are. No one knowswhere they are. What they know is that Michael and Gavin decided to go on anextended road trip. They don’t know that they’re here, stuck in the breadbasket of America, waiting out a storm so they can track down a repairman toget their car up and running.

“I don’t know,” Michael says. He feels Gavin set his headdown on his shoulder, the tip of his nose running against his neck delicately. “Ijust . . . you’re leaving in less than a month. This was, like, supposed to beour last hurrah together right? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted it to bebetter than it is.”

Gavin hums, threads his arm underneath Michael’s so he canget to his hand. “I know that this was to be out last big hang out for a while.And I love how much effort you putinto this whole trip. And just for me! That’s so sweet! But sometimes you justhave to roll with the punches, you know? Take everything as life throws it atyou. I don’t mind that we’re stuck here waiting out a storm. It’s nice, youknow? I like it.”

Michael huffs and leans his head against Gavin’s, twines hisfingers with his. “I’m going to miss you,” he says.

“I am too,” he says. “But this is only going to be for alittle while, you know? Just so I can get my visa and everything. And then I’mgoing to come back and then I’m your problem. Forever, Michael.”

Michael can’t help but smile a little. He just hasn’t feltthis way about anyone before. Gavin brings out a softer side to him and hereally doesn’t want to lose whatever they have between them. Not even for amoment.

“And ’sides,” Gavin adds. “We’re living in the digital age.We got, like, Skype and Facebook. We’re going to be fine. Imagine how many ofthose long distance relationship things we’ll get to try out. Like phone sex,and sexting, and Skype sex.”

Michael laughs at that. “Okay. Sure. Whatever you say.”

Gavin giggles. “We’re going to be fine.”

Michael sighs. “I hope so.”

They watch as the storm passes by and the sky begins tolighten. Soon all that’s left of the storm’s awesome force are puddles, somecracked branches, and fluffy white clouds and the wake of the storm’s path.They’re free to continue on into town to hopefully get their car fixed.

They walk along the edge of the tar and gravel road. Michaelhas his arm thrown across Gavin’s shoulders, holding his jacket in the other. Thesun is still intense enough to make him feel a bit overheated.

They eventually make it into town and find a truck stopdiner to grab a bite to eat. Michael checks his phone and finally gets asignal, finally makes a call out to garage and explain the whole situation tothem. They’re picked up by the tow truck driver and taken back to their carwhere immediately the problem is identified and fixed. They’re back on the roadby the early evening.

They hold hands over the gear shift. Michael lets Gavinfiddle with the radio, settle on a poppy station. He knows that this will bethe last time they can actually spend some quality time with each other, andwhile it’s only for a while, that Gavin’s only going to be gone for a time, he’sgoing to cherish the time that they have.

#star speaks #star write #ragehappy #mavin #here you go #thanks for sending in such a sweet prompt!#Anonymous

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