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Gavin held Michael from behind, with his arms wrapped around the ginger’s waist and his cheek resting against the American’s back. Michael aimed the plastic gun at the screen, shooting at the pixelated zombies. Soft noise carried on around them as they stood in the mall’s small arcade room, and Gavin leaned against his boyfriend, listening to him curse under his breath. “Damn zombies aren’t fucking dying. Oh come on, that was a fucking head shot!” The Brit chuckled and snuggled his nose in between Michael’s shoulder blades, knowing the reaction he was to get out of the ginger. Michael immediately sq

  Prompt: Black eye... uh yeah d: Pairing: Mavin (Michael and Gavin Roosterteeth) Rating: PG 13 - Fluff       Fingers were inter locked with hair, hands cupped at cheeks. Their bodies were a tangle of legs, feet and a passion that could not be filled no matter how many times the boys pressed their lips to one another. Kisses trailed down necks and then further down torsos. The roughness of the carpet rubbed at their skin as they toppled each other in a frenzy on the floor.        Michael's beanie lied next to the side table where Gavin had thrown it after running his fingers through the jersey boy's hair, locking them in place to keep a

Have you ever been in a plane as it’s hurtling towards the Earth? Or worse, the barren sea? Well, Gavin never gave it a thought before in his life. Until now. Gavin Free and Michael Jones, who were on a plane heading back to America after visiting Gavin’s home in Oxfordshire for a few days, were sitting in their seats when something went horribly wrong. There was no warning. There was no explanation or quick shout over the intercom. All that they received was a sudden falling sensation. The plane shook violently as it dropped from 37 thousand feet in the air, and Gavin hurriedly reached out, grasping Michael’s hand in his.

“Michael, Michael, watch me! Watch!” little Gavin called out, waving his arms excitedly from his place at the top of the jungle gym, feet dangerously close to the edge of the long ladder. Young Michael Jones glanced over from his spot next to Ray in the grass below and up at his friend. He blinked. “Gav, what are you doin’?” he asked, and Ray looked up from patting down some grass carefully around the lone red rose he sat before to stare at the British boy. “That’s the big kid jungle gym! Geoff’ll get mad at you and put you on time out,” he said, clapping the dirt off of his palms to stan

“Jesus, Gavin, are you fucking mentally retarded, you fucking idiot? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Michael screamed to the man sitting next to him, who tried holding back his laughter. “I’m sorry, Mi-” “You fucking moron! You cost us the game, we were so fucking close!” “Aaand, Geoff wins the Tower of Pimps!” Geoffrey purred into his mic. Jack and Ryan chuckled, still glancing over their shoulders and at the two arguing behind them. “Michael, I didn’t know, I’m so-” “Of course you didn’t, you fucking dumbass, you don’t know a goddamn thin

 "And that my friends is things to do in Minecraft!" Gavin said happily into his  microphone. "Thanks for watching, catch our next podcast tomorrow." Geoff said as Gavin cut the footage off. After being sure that the camera was off, Gavin sank into the back of his chair and groaned. "Whats wrong Gav?" Geoff looked at his friend, concern slightly showing in his eyes. Gavin shrugged it off and leaned back in the chair, sighing softly to himself. "Nothing." The British man's voice was muffled by the chair. Geoff raised an eyebrow but shook his head. He wouldn't nag Gavin about it, the boy didn't like to be pushed about certain topics, espe

Michael sat atop Gavin’s bed, with Gavin in his lap and an x-box controller gripped in his hands. His eyes were glued to the screen as he took a sharp turn to the left, scraping the blue paint off his car. Gavin giggled cheerfully as he passed up the American, who responded by bumping him in the head. “Mi-cool!” Gavin shouted as Michael passed him up and left his car spinning. The American let out a chuckle as his eyes met the shocked face of Gavin Free. “You nob. I would have won!” The brit threw his hands in the air, dropping the controller onto the bed and collapsing on top of Michael. Gavin could feel the

Pairing: Mavin [Michael/Gavin], implied Juggey [Michael/Lindsay] Rating: Some swearing [c’mon, it’s an RT-based fic] and lots of fluffy-fluff Word Count: 4,050-ish Notes: My first fanfic ever, aaahhh~! *wrings hands nervously* Inspired by Let’s Fail - Grand Theft Auto IV - Taxi at 10:50 Michael: Dude, what would you do if you needed a cab? Like, we just wanna fuck one up. What if I needed a ride home? It’s raining! I’m cold! ____________________________________________________________  “F-f-fuck…”  It was just another normal September day in Austin, Texas: brightly shining sun in a cl