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i love catfish so much because they act like theyre fbi agents or something when theyre really just using reverse google image search

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i thought you meant the animal and let me tell you that was a wild minute of me trying to figure out the psychology of fish thinking they’re federal law enforcement

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Secrets

“Come here you little fuck.” Michael practically screamed across the room. Gavin’s body tensed up in his chair as his character tried to escape from Michael. His inventory spilled everywhere as Michael hit him with his diamond sword. “UHP!” Gavin exclaimed, throwing his controller down.  Geoff chucked into the microphone.

So, what was wrong with this picture? There was nothing wrong with it to the untrained eye. But everyone had their dirty little secret in the office.

 Geoff- Reads brony fanfiction

Jack- Watches hentai

Ray- Likes One Direction

Gavin- Has all of the Fifty Shades of Grey in the series

  But then there was Michael. Michael’s secret was a lot more drastic then liking a boy band or being into some weird shit. He had darker secrets; secrets that no one knew.

They finished the Let’s Play and broke for lunch. Michael bent down into the fridge, looking for his lunch. He grabbed the brown paper bag and shut the fridge. Gavin popped out from behind it. “Hey Mi-cool!” Michael jumped up and clutched his heart. “Jesus fuck Gav, don’t do that!” The Brit shot him the big, dopey, smile.

The two boys took a seat at the nearby table. Gavin rambled on about some new game releases and editing software. Michael wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. He just watched Gavin talk. He watched the air slip out of his mouth forming that perfect accent. His hands moved as he talked; his long fingers gracefully moving through the air.

Michael was mesmerized.

Michael had been fighting with himself for a while about how he felt about Gavin. Deep down he knew that he liked him. He liked him as more than a friend. He liked him as more than a brother. He LIKED HIM liked him.

The room emptied and Gavin looked at his watch. “Oi, it’s time to go you donut.” He stood up and ruffled Michael’s hair. He had noticed that Michael hadn’t said anything the whole hour. Maybe he was tired? Or maybe hung over?  Whatever it was Gavin wasn’t worried. He just liked being around Michael.

Gavin had admitted to himself a few months ago that he had feelings for Michael. It was an internal battle but Gavin finally accepted that he was in fact, falling in love with Michael Jones.

  After work Gavin invited himself over to Michael’s house to play some minecraft. Gavin was almost giddy when he got to Michael’s house. He rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet waiting for Michael to open the door.

Michael’s small house was pretty nice for being a piece of shit.  It felt like a second home to Gavin because he was over so much.  Michael finally opened the door, out of breath. He huffed in air, suggesting that he had just run to the door. Gavin smirked at the shorter of the two. “’Ello love.” The word “love” hung on his lips for a moment. Michael stepped aside, letting the Brit in to get comfortable. He plopped his huge stature on the sofa. “Beer?” , Michael asked handing Gavin a bottle. “Mhmm.” His long fingers gripped the bottle cap and twisted it off with a “hissss”. Michael watched as he put the bottle to his lips; those plump, pink, soft lips. He shook his curls and snapped out of the thought of how they felt.  Gavin sprawled out on the couch. Michael could fit perfectly in the spot between him and the sofa. It looked so inviting. Eventually, he just sat back and played the game.  He didn’t know if he should embrace these feelings for Gavin, or push them into the depths of his mine.

  After hours of gaming, the boys came closer and closer to laying together.  In the middle of a battle with a creeper, Gavin paused the game. “What the fuck?” Michael threw his hands up in confusion looking at Gavin. In response, Gavin did nothing. Nothing at all. He just stared into the murky waters of Michael’s eyes. Michael was confused, but mostly flustered by Gavin staring at him. The heat rose in his cheeks. Gavin finally cracked a smile. The room was silent, nothing at all was heard. It was like time just stopped. Gavin leaned into Michael, getting close to his face. He could feel Gavin’s hot breath on his red ears. His heart was about to jump out of his chest when he heard the worlds slip out of those lips and into his ear. “I want to kiss you.” The words along with the warm breath on his ears sent shivers down his spine.

The words lingered in the air for a few moments. Gavin pulled away. He had been thinking about this moment for months. He always tried to plan ahead, but with this he just said “Fuck it.” 

Michael leaned away from Gavin’s face. He was scared that he would run away. His heart pounded in his ears. He just stared into Gavin’s eyes. Then he kissed him

It wasn’t a normal kiss. It wasn’t a peck, or really sloppy, but it was enough for a good first kiss. Just enough to  satisfy both men.

Michael’s heart nearly stopped. “Gav… I really like you; but you don’t want to be with a guy like me.” It sounded so stereotypical, but it was true. Gavin knew nothing about Michael’s dark past.

It was 2002. Michael was a teenager still. His red curly hair was tamed down to a buzz cut and his freckled face was filled with acne. He was living, what he thought, was a normal life of any 16 year old boy; liking girls, playing video games, going to school. But it wasn’t the normal life, as Michael found out. Michael didn’t have many friends at school, mostly because he was bullied around for being chubby and nerdy.

  One boy in particular, John Dewitt (EYYYYYYY), loved to pick on Michael. It wasn’t the “Hey you jerk, haha.” It was “Go kill yourself you fat fuck.” And “I can’t believe you’re mom didn’t throw you in a trash can you faggot.”

Along with the verbal abuse, Michael was physically abused almost every day. He would come home from school and go straight to his room to avoid his mom seeing his bruised face. All of this eventually got to him and he found a way to lose weight fast. He resorted bulimia.

  The first few times he pushed his fingers down his throat and spilled the half digested food into the toilet he felt good; like he was 10 pounds lighter already.

But after that it was all downhill.

  Michael started to become more and more tired; even falling asleep in class. He had to stop and lean against lockers on a regular basis at school because he was light headed. Eventually, it got to the point where he just stopped going to school and stayed in bed all day. All this time he was still being picked on despite his absence.

When the condition came to its worst, Michael had stopped eating completely. His body was widdled down to skin and bone.  The boy’s complexion of a peachy and freckled face was now turned a pale white.

His mother worried about him though this whole thing. But it got to the point where she had to take him. One day, he didn’t wake up.

    She shook his motionless body that was lying in bed. Tears streamed down her face as she ran to the phone and dialed 911. An ambulance was on its way. She ran back to her little boy’s still body and started to give him CPR.

Michael woke up with a sore throat. He opened his mouth to say something, but only felt pain. His sticky (?) eyes opened slowly and adjusted to the bright room. In the background he could hear a faint beeping. “A hospital?” , he thought. He lifted his head to find an IV stuck in his arm. His once pale white skin had become more of a lively color. Michael blinked a few more times before looking over to see his mother sitting in a chair with his father’s arm wrapped around her. She wiped tears from her face as she saw her little boy waking up. “Mikey.” Her voice cracked. With all his strength he smiled and said, “I’m alright mom.”

He turned to his father, who didn’t look so happy.  The old man actually looked… mad? “Michael Vincent Jones, how dare you even think about treating your own body this horribly?!” He snapped. Michael leaned back into his pillows. “I just- I- I didn’t…” He stumbled over his words for a few moments.

The room remained silent for hours, the air still filled with tension. Eventually, his father left’ storming out. Michael’s eyes started to sting with tears. He had been holding them back since he woke up. From that day on, he never cried again.

  Michael moved away from Gavin, putting his hands on his face. He felt the tears start to form in his eyes. He pushed his palms into the sockets of his eyes, causing a slight pain. “Michael…” Gavin moved closer to him again. “No Gavin, you’ll never love me for what I’ve done to myself.” The red heads face started to flush and his nose started to sting and run. Gavin was confused and concerned. “There’s nothing that you could have done that would stop me from loving you.” He whispered into Michael’s ear. Gavin leaned back, giving Michael some space to regroup. Drawing in some deep breaths, Michael sat up, steadying his breathing again.

  The two men sat in silence for a few minutes. Gavin didn’t move from his sitting state… he didn’t want to make a wrong move and upset Michael more then he already had. Eventually Michael spoke in a soft voice. “I’ve hurt myself and people around me Gav. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The tone in his voice shocked Gavin. He expected him to lash out because no one had ever seen him this way, but he spoke like he was… scared? Michael Jones… scared. Two things that Gavin never thought he would put together .

He tussled his sandy hair. “Whatever you did Michael, It’s over… I’m here for you.”

Michael sucked in a deep breath of oxygen. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to tell you.”

  Michael explained his dark past and how his father never loved him the same as he did before. When he was upset he would get angry instead of sad. He was never the same.

Gavin pulled Michael close to his chest.  His eyes had been stinging with tears since Michael even started talking. The thudding in his chest grew quicker as he saw the tears welling up in his loves eyes. “Mi-cool.” Gavin’s voice hitched in his throat. “There’s something that I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.” Gav took a deep breath and wiped his eyes that were damp.

Michael continued to stare at the ground; too scared to even look at Gavin. He wouldn’t cry. He DOESN’T cry.  They both stayed silent for a few moments. Gavin reached down to Michael’s chin and lifted it up to look Michael in the eyes. “I love you. No matter what. You are the most beautiful thing that God created and don’t let anyone ever tell you ant different. He put you in my life for a reason… and that was to love you.” A tear trailed down Michael’s cheek. Gavin brushed it away with his thumb. “Don’t you ever change.” Michael sniffled. Lips touched his cheek. “Cheer up you silly little sausage.”  The dimples that Gavin love appeared again. “That’s my boi.”

Michael collected his thoughts and settled down. He looked up at the taller man and moved close to his face. He brushed past the Brit’s cheek and moved to his ear. “ I love you too Gav.” The words sent shivers down Gavin’s spine.

Michael moved back to look at Gav. They took in each other for a few moments before Gavin grabbed Michael’s face. He kissed him softly. Soft lips brushed against Michael’s.

Gavin’s long arms wrapped around Michael. Fingers were now twisted into his curls as the kiss deepened.  Michael rested his hands on Gavin’s hips. He traced lines up and down his sides, giving him visible goose bumps. The kiss trailed off and the two men remained in each other’s presence; not even thinking about the world moving around them. Gavin fluttered his eyelashes on Michael’s cheek as they held each other close.

Michael felt like he WAS perfect.  He had something worth living for now, and that was the big nosed fucker who made him feel like there was no one else on the whole planet.

 “Never change.” Gavin whispered into Michael’s ear.

“I won’t if you won’t.” He whispered back.

“Deal.”

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congrats on ruining my life: ROOSTER TEETH / ACHIEVEMENT HUNTER / LET’S PLAY

let’s play minecraft 28 Gavin: “Quick question: What’s a jamboree?” Geoff: “It’s a thing boyscouts do when they all get together and tug each others dicks”

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i was going to make a short 18yearold!Ryan post but then it got out of control

18yearold!ryan x 25yearold!gavin rambles under the cut

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naengdong:

He was too young to understand this sort of thing. Every night they spent together meant fun, good sore feeling in the morning and most importantly, no strings attached. That was good, it was clean, it wasn’t messy, no one got hurt. So it shouldn’t have hurt for Gavin to walk in...

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is mavin real? I believe in it but apparently michael's engaged and gavin has a crush on dan???? could michael's finance be a beard?? omg this is painful

Er, no it's not real. Michael and Lindsay are very much in love and Michael and Gavin are just bros. It's just nice to think of them together :)

Even though we're shipping real people it's important that we understand that the situations we create are fictional. Just because RT are nice and give us shippy fanservice it does not mean it's true :)

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Denial

Title: Denial Paring: Mavin Rating: T Summary: Gavin is in denial and Michael is oblivious…or is he?

Gavin was in denial.

Complete and utter denial, because there was no way he could possibly be in love with Michael. Because Michael was probably straight and would freak if Gavin confessed to him. Not that Gavin would confess to Michael, because they were just friends and all the close contact they had been having these past few months was just confusing him.

It was just a passing thing, and Gavin would ignore it resolutely.

Which would explain his increasing obsession with watching Michael.

Gavin tried, really he did. But it was just so damn hard to ignore the warmth in his chest and the quickening of his heartbeat when Michael gave one of those adorable huffs of fake annoyance mixing with real irritation, or when Michael smiled his half-smile even though he was screaming at Gavin for doing something stupid again and especially when the sun filtered through the windows and made Michael look as if he was glowing.

Those moments were the hardest to turn away from, when a laughing Michael would turn to him bathed in light and hold out his fist whispering “You're my boy, Gavin!”. How could Gavin possibly resist that?

Sighing, Gavin slammed his head into the desk. He needed a break, and possibly an intervention.

“Hey Michael, want to go out for…” Gavin’s words trail off and all thoughts of a very late dinner fade away at the sight of a sleeping Michael.

Quietly, Gavin stands and approaches the sleeping man. Michael’s glasses are crooked and Gavin wonders briefly if it’s uncomfortable sleeping like that. Gently, he slides off Michael’s glasses and places them on the desk. The sight of the normally easily frustrated man sleeping so peacefully causes a wave of affection to rush through Gavin’s heart.

“Love you, Michael.” The words are involuntary and seem especially loud in the silence of the room. Gavin freezes but thankfully, Michael appears to be a sound sleeper. Sighing in relief, Gavin is about to return to his desk and resume editing the video when Michael mumbles something.

“Love you too.” The words are unexpected and tinged with sleep. Carefully, Gavin turns around and half-expecting a drowsy but awake Michael, he is unexpectedly disappointed at the sight of a sound asleep Michael.

It should be a good thing that Michael didn't hear him but that brings up the question of exactly who Michael was dreaming about saying those precious words to. Anger rises up in Gavin, quick and violent before giving way to exhaustion. This was too confusing and Gavin desperately needed to sort out his feelings. Taking one last look at his slumbering friend, Gavin hastily leaves the room.

Unbeknownst to him however, a few heartbeats after he leaves, one Michael Jones sits up and slides his glasses on, not a single sign of sleep lingering on his features. Instead, the edges of his lips begin to curl and soon, a deliriously happy smile spreads across his face.

Despite his co-workers many opinions, Michael wasn't that oblivious, or that dumb for that matter. Just a little while more and Gavin would break out of the pesky stage of denial, it was a delicate and slow process and as brash as Michael was at times, he refused to ruin this with his idiocy and anti-wisdom.

Humming a soft tune, Michael stretched out his tired muscles. Slow and steady, Michael had decided ever since he noticed Gavin watching him, then go in for the kill.

“You're my boy, Gavin.” Michael whispered, clutching his necklace. It was a long and tedious process but Gavin was his boy and Michael would be damned if he let the Brit bury his feelings. Gavin was worth it and therefore Michael would wait.

It was just a matter of time. 

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from my memory, it came from lets play contra (gavin). originally ragehappy and mavin were synonymous, but as shipping diversified ragehappy was any ship and mavin was the two of them. ragehappy is now the name of the shipping side of rt fandom! :)

There you go.

Thanks! :)

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this sounds super dumb, but what actually is ragehappy?

It's not dumb, sweetie :) It's the name that the fandom gave itself at the very beginning. At the beginning, only mavin was shipped and since one of our girls wrote a song called ragehappy (I think it was a combination of their names-ish) and then it became the fandom name :)

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The Pool

Just a small story. Words: Michael breathed a sigh of relief. The cold water of the pool soothed his anger. Today's rage quit had been particularly bad and had ended in Michael breaking his keyboard. He was sure that was going to be taken out of his pay check. Still, he was glad Geoff had suggested he take an early break. Michael had decided on the pool moments after he'd got in his car. It seemed the most relaxing place to be - he was right. The pool was empty when Michael finally decided to leave. Besides, he'd have probably been gone hours without realising it. As he climbed the ladder to get out, he felt a hand on his head push him back in. As he surfaced and sputtered for air, he saw a particular Brit boy standing there. Fucking idiot. "Gavin! What are you doing here?" Gavin let a goofy grin spread over his face. Fucking hell, Michael thought, why did it have to be him to find me? "Geoff sent me to get you, love" He said in his stupid British accent (that Michael would never admit he found sexy). "I knew you'd be here 'coz you said it calms you down last time we went swimming." Gavin grinned goofily at Michael. Damn Geoff, sending the one person who could piss him off just by standing there. Michael sighed and attempted to climb the ladder again. Once again, Gavin pushed him back. Michael bobbed back up from the water - anger in his eyes. "GAVIN! WHAT THE FUCK? Just fucking let me out you little prick!" Gavin laughed from the edge of the pool. He loved winding Michael up. Michael didn't share his amusement. Knowing that Gavin was dumb as fuck and too busy to notice, he tried to get out on one if the sides. But Gavin had noticed and as he would recall later, using the speeds of his alter-ego Vav, managed to block Michael again. "GAVIN! YOU FUCKING FUCK! LET ME OUT OF THE POOL!" Gavin grinned and shook his head, reaching down and playing with Michael's wet curls. He tutted, "Now, now Michael, love. What's the magic word?" Gavin looked at him expectantly. It was at this moment Michael had a brilliant idea. As he screamed at Gavin, "LET ME FUCKING OUT!" He tugged Gavin's arm that was stretched out to touch his head. Gavin was sent tumbling into the pool - clothes and all. Michael was about to take this chance to leave when he saw Gavin sputtering and struggling to stay afloat. He sighed and dived after him, holding him from his waist. Gavin wrapped his arms around Michael's neck. He pouted," Mi-cool. That wasn't very nice." Michael's heart fluttered. He loved the way Gavin said his name. "Well you deserved it you dumb fuck." Gavin continued to pout and shake his head at Michael. It was driving him insane. "What? What's your problem now?" Gavin looked sadly down to his elbow and then back at Michael. "Micool, you hurt me." Michael rolled his eyes. Fuck, Gavin was so annoying and... Cute. "What do you want me to do, kiss it better?" He chuckled at the very thought. Gavin's eyes lit up. Michael regretted ever bringing it up. Gavin nodded eagerly and pointed to his poor elbow. Not that Michael could see anything as Gavin was still wearing his very wet jacket. Leaning down, he placed a small peck of a kiss on Gavin's elbow. But Gavin still pouted. "What now you dumb ass? We have to get back!" Gavin shook his head and pointed to his neck. It was Michael's turn to shake his head. No, no way is this going to happen. But Gavin was still pouting and it looked like he was about to cry. Michael couldn't resist. He leaned into the brit's neck and slowly kissed and sucked at the skin there. The brit just squeezed his neck tighter. From Gavin's reaction, he could tell he was doing it right. Michael was sure that Gavin would be covered with hickeys if he didn't stop, so he pulled away. Gavin pouted but then smiled at the sight of Michael's flush face and red, swollen lips. Gavin bit his own lip and looked at Michael hopefully. Then he pouted and slowly pointed to his lips. Michael did not hesitate. He covered Gavin's lips with his. He nibbled and licked at them until Gavin gave in and Michael slid his tongue in. The kiss started out nice and sweet, but soon became a battle for dominance. Michael's hands were now groping Gavin's butt. In the same desperate manner, Gavin's fist was wound tightly in Michael's curls. Occasionally, in the midst of grinding and groping, Michael would forget he was the one keeping them afloat. Their heads would bob under before Michael would swim up again. The kiss seemed to be endless, and both would gasp for air. It would have never stopped if it wasn't for the pool assistant who had to come out and tell them that no clothes were to be worn in the pool and ask them to leave. After an awkward ride home, where Gavin had to sit on Michael's towel to keep from wetting the seat. Because the dumb fuck had walked to the pool in the first place, he was in the passenger seat if Michael's car too. It proved an awful distraction when Gavin would palm Michael's privates at a red light. But they made it back and were hit with all sorts of questions from the guys that they handled well. "Where were you?" "Why is Gavin all wet?" "Why is he wearing your jacket Michael?" It was only Ray who spotted a hickey on the back of Gavin's neck and he caught eye contact with Michael. Michael put his finger to his lips and Ray just grinned back. No doubt about to write his own fan fiction for tumblr. Luckily, Michael knew their secret was safe.

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Panoptica

This is my first contribution to the Rage Happy fandom. I’m a BIG Mavin shipper so I wanted to make a fic where they don’t just get together—I want there to be like UST and build up and adventure and other things as well. That’s why I made this. I also really just want there to be more chaptered Mavin fics in the fandom. :3

This fic is largely unbeta-ed, so if anyone wants a go as a beta reader, message me! I could use the help. <3

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Title: Panoptica

Author: jesustakethewii

Fandom: Rage Happy / Rooster Teeth / Rage Quit / Achievement Hunter / Let’s Play

Genre: Slash, RPF

Characters: Michael, Gavin, Ray, Geoff, Jack

Pairings: Michael/Gavin

Summary: The LP team gets roped into testing out a new gaming system for an obscure gaming console company. Just like any other day in the RT office, right? Yep, except that this time the crew actually gets in the game.

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Chapter One

  “What the fuck are you doing, Gavin?”

  The Brit was buried head-first in a huge box of equipment Geoff had brought in a few hours ago after a lunch meeting with sponsors. Michael thought he looked stupid, his ass waving in the air as he kept feeling around for god-knows-what.

  “Gerrof,” came Gavin’s muffled voice from inside the box when Michael threw a wad of crumpled paper at his backside. “Ah, here we go.” He finally resurfaced from the pile of equipment, a pair of high-tech looking goggles held triumphantly in his hands.

  “What the hell is that?”

  “We’re about to find out.” Gavin wiggled his eyebrows at him before strapping on the gear. “Well, hello there, Michael.”

  “Gavin, get that thing off your face, please,” Geoff’s exasperated voice sounded from the doorway. “How’d you even get in the box? I remember sealing that before I left.”

  “Michael, you’re gonna have to see this.” Gavin sounded awed as he promptly ignored their boss’s direct order to stop playing with the gaming equipment that was probably worth more than all their monthly checks combined. Michael sighed and stood up, marching over to carefully remove the goggles from Gavin’s head before Geoff grew annoyed.

  “Cut that shit out, Gavin,” Michael said, handing the gear over to their boss, who took it with a quelling look at the Brit’s direction.

  “Since you’ve obviously broken into our newest gaming system already, I think you all should probably know what this huge box of high-tech stuff is for.” Geoff walked over to the box and returned the goggles. “Rooster Teeth’s got a new sponsor.”

  “Ooh, a sponsor,” said Gavin, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Is it Xbox? Did we get a pre-release copy of the 720 already?” Never mind that he actually saw what was in the box and it didn’t look like an Xbox 720 at all.

  “A 720 would be like playing with a stick and ball compared to this,” said Geoff. He sounded serious and businesslike, but there was a glint in his eyes that Michael knew meant he was just as hopped up about all this as they were.

  “Jesus Christ. Just tell us already, Geoff,” Michael was getting tired of the build-up and decided they should just cut to the chase already. “What the hell is it?”

  “It’s a Panoptica.”

  “A pano-what?”

  “Oh, you mean like Foucault?”

  Both men turned to stare at Gavin, the resident nerd of the bunch, before Geoff sighed and decided to humor the Brit. “Yes, just like that. Panopticon. All-seeing. As you can tell by the meaning, what we actually have here is a virtual reality game system.”

  “Sweet,” came Ray’s voice. He walked into the room, a sandwich wrap held in his hands. “How long have you been holding out on us, Geoff? This is some really cool stuff.”

  “Well, I’ve only received the equipment this morning, but I’ve been talking to them since about a few months ago,” said Geoff. “Anyway, enough of this. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

  “Aw, I don’t want to edit videos just yet.” Michael was compelled to agree with Gavin on that one.

  “Who says anything about editing videos?” This time, a smile broke out on their boss’s face. Yep, he was definitely itching for a go on this mother. “We’re gonna test the equipment out. I already got Jack setting up one of our spare rooms for this shit.”

  “Fuck yeah!” Michael, Gavin and Ray raced to look for the last member of the LP crew. Screw all those video edits—the Achievement Hunter team’s got some real work to get into.

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  They found Jack in one of the deserted rooms far into the first floor corridor. With him were Gus and Burnie, and the three were setting up five reclining chairs next to each other. Monitors were set up on the tables next to the chairs, as well as on the walls. Several laptops were placed on the long table in one side of the room. It looked like something out of a Matrix movie.

  “Whoa,” Ray whistled as they all walked cautiously into the room, careful not to knock over anything. “How the hell did we even get the money for all this crap?”

  “Spare equipment,” Jack grunted as he placed another LCD screen on the wall behind the five chairs.

  “Spare equipment, my ass,” said Gus, looking quite busy fiddling with one of the laptops on the long table. “More like we stripped about five editing rooms of gear and brought them all here just for a game testing.”

  “Yeah, one of these TVs probably came from Geoff’s house,” said Burnie, just as Gavin said, “Hey, that’s our telly!”

  “Okay, how’s everything going?” Geoff walked into the room, carrying the gaming equipment with him. “I’ve got all the other stuff with me.”

  “Yeah, put them there,” Burnie said, pointing to the floor near the chairs. “We’re just about ready to set up.”

  “Are we gonna record this?” Michael asked, wondering if something like this would make it into their LP videos.

  “Yep, that’s why Burnie and Gus are here,” said Geoff. “We’re going to be too immersed in the game to actually do our own recording.”

  “Whoa, am I getting this right? Are we actually going to get strapped down to these chairs and down pills or be attached with electrical nodes to play? Is this some sort of Inception shit?” Michael just noticed the Velcro straps attached to the chair arms and okay, they weren’t actually told about this, were they?

  “We’re not ingesting anything, Michael,” said Geoff. “That’s the beauty of this system. We only have to put all the equipment on, get strapped in the chairs, and it will be like we’re actually in the game. “No medicinal aid necessary.”

  The three men visibly relaxed, the thought of getting into some actual sci-fi horror trope obviously looming over their heads for the past few minutes. Gavin was the first to move forward, looking determined.

  “Let’s get this shit started with, shall we?”

  Geoff smirked and tossed him the first pair of goggles.

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  Soon enough the whole LP crew were donning the Panoptica equipment: a pair of goggles, headsets, and full body suits which were connected to the smallish consoles the size of a Gamecube set up in beside their chairs. They allowed Burnie and Gus to strap them down as securely as possible and wire the consoles together so that they were playing all in the same network.

  The game that they were all getting into was title Panoptica, after the console itself. Geoff had said during the pre-game briefing that the system developers were not looking to produce a different game in the near future, that Panoptica was designed to be a single-game system as of the moment. The game universe in itself was a hundred times bigger than any other game they’ve ever played, which meant that they definitely wouldn’t be thinking about playing other games once they all got into Panoptica.

  “Give me a thumbs up if you guys are ready,” came Burnie’s voice from somewhere in the room. One by one the members of the LP crew held up their thumbs, if a bit apprehensively. Burnie nodded and jumpstarted the game.

  The sensation was incredible. Michael could see himself falling through a swirling vortex of light, unable to make sense of his surroundings. He glanced around and saw four other figures falling through the same space. He couldn’t quite see their faces because the vortex was about the size of five football fields, but he could tell that everyone was feeling the same way he was: freakin’ excited and incredibly nervous at the same time.

  Just as Michael thought he was going to spend the rest of eternity just chasing his gut through the virtual tunnel, the scenery changed and suddenly he was plummeting down towards a field of grass. He braced himself for the fall, thinking for one brief, horrible moment that he was going to break his neck at the impact before his body suddenly flipped and he landed feet first on the leafy ground.

  “Fucking whoa,” was all Michael could say. A few seconds passed and Gavin materialized beside him, eyes wide and looking quite rumpled from the experience of falling towards the ground without even a word of warning. Others soon followed suit. Geoff, Ray and Jack appeared, wearing just about the same expressions as Michael and Gavin.

  “What. The fucking hell. Was that.” Ray breathed, his eyes as round as saucers behind his glasses. All four men turned to stare accusingly at Geoff, who had the grace to look chastised.

  “I didn’t actually test this before we went into the game,” he said sheepishly. “But don’t worry, we have Gus and Burnie to watch over us just in case things get freaky in here.”

  “How the hell are they supposed to know what’s happening to us?” Michael demanded, growing a bit worried at the thought of Geoff not knowing everything about the game.

  “That’s what all the monitors are for,” said Jack. “They’re gonna be able to watch over us play through the system set up in the room.”

  Michael had more questions to ask, but his train of thought was interrupted when a patch of grass in front of them suddenly fizzled and an Asian chick materialized in front of them, looking like someone out of an anime.

  “Ohayou gozaimasu! Welcome to Panoptica.”

  “Um, hi,” came the men’s response, staring warily at the girl who looked about as cheerful as someone who downed about ten crates of Red Bull.

  “My name is Hiromi and I will be your guide in starting your first Panoptica adventure.” The girl spoke in a cutesy, lilting accent, her arms making extravagant gestures as she talked. “I’ll be telling you what to do in order to survive in the world of Lustra.”

  She gestured to her side and an image of a sword appeared floating a few feet above the grass. “In order to gather food and supplies, you’re going to need weapons. This is a basic sword. You can also wield an axe, a crossbow, or even a gun, if you ever manage to find one this early.” As Hiromi named the weapons, the image changed to the appropriate item. “Once you get your equipment, you can already hunt and gather for basic supplies like meat, wood, and leather. Panoptica has a crafting system, so you will be able to make use of raw materials to create items from weapons and armor to potions and magical gear.”

  The floating images disappeared and the boys started when five backpacks materialized in front of them. Gavin grabbed his and rummaged inside, taking out a two regular-sized daggers with leather handles.

  “Oh, this top. I get to be a rogue!”

  “Do we get to pick classes?” Geoff asked after hearing Gavin’s statement. Beside him, Jack reached inside his rucksack and drew a mediocre-looking axe.

  “Yes, you can,” said Hiromi, nodding enthusiastically. “However, you don’t get to do it early into the game. You have to wait until you reach a metropolis to actually start consulting with a Skillmaster regarding what kind of player you’d like to be. Skills can be developed early on, though. As soon as you start using weapons and other items you gain experience and skill points which you can use to build towards a certain class.

  “We have six basic classes which can be achieved once the player reaches Level 10: Mercenary, Wizard, Rogue, Ranger, Merchant, and Cleric. You don’t have to have all these classes in your group, but it’s wise to have an even sampling of skillsets among your players, especially if you’re working as a party. Also, don’t worry if you don’t get the equipment you like first hand. You can switch with party members if you want, or you can stick with it and just change into a new one once you’re able to craft it or buy from a merchant or store.”

  Ray was also searching through his backpack, and brought out a leather pouch which jingled with the sound of coins. “What about money?”

  “Yes! Thanks for reminding me about that,” Hiromi beamed prettily at Ray, who blushed. “Each one of you is granted one hundred guineas at the start of the game. Most equipment sells for about fifty guineas or more, while a lot of potions go for five to twenty guineas apiece. When killing monsters and other opponents one usually gets about five guineas at the smallest. Capiche?”

  “Cool man, we get five hundred guineas,” said Michael, jiggling his own bag of coins.

  “Oh, and don’t forget—you guys need a map, or you’ll be lost out there!” Hiromi produced a map from somewhere in her person and handed it to Geoff. The RT boss took the rolled up piece of paper and opened it as the rest of the LP crew huddled around him.

  “Right. So now we’re in Aerievale. It’s a big grassland with some forest parts where we can hunt for supplies.” Geoff moved his hand across the map, the contents of which stirring to accommodate his hand as it pointed to the place where they can start their playthrough. “There’s a forest a few meters from here. We can start there.”

  “Yay, you’re finally starting!” Hiromi jumped up and down from where she stood. “I guess this is where I take my leave. I’ll see you guys when you get a new achievement!”

  She grinned cutely at them before fizzing out of site. Ray watched her leave, looking slightly bereft.

  “Ray’s in lo-ove,” Michael said in sing-song as he watched his friend stare at the empty patch of grass Hiromi left.

  “Shut up, Michael.”

  —

  “Why is this sword so fucking dull!” Michael was doing his rage quit thing as he cleared the path for the rest of the gang, vines and other offending leafy blockages flying everywhere.

  “Suck it up, Michael,” Geoff muttered, currently occupied in seeing if they’re going the right way. Aerievale may be the starting point of the game, but it certainly isn’t that easy to navigate, especially if you’re actually human beings trying to get through a thick forest of life-sized trees. “Let’s take a left here.” Michael rolled his eyes and directed his increasingly agitated swings to the left.

  “Oh look, a squirrel!” Ray raised his longbow and aimed a shot at the small creature. Being Ray, he actually managed to kill it. As soon as his arrow hit the animal, a shower of sparks appeared out of nowhere and a group of letters formed in front of the group: Achievement – First Kill! Beside it was an image of Hiromi winking at them.

  “Hey, look Ray, it’s your girlfriend.”

  “Fuck off,” Ray broke from their tiny procession to grab the carcass where it fell. “Ew, we actually have to handle raw meat?”

  “I don’t think we have, like, plastic bags in here,” Jack mumbled as he rummaged through his backpack. “Well, looks like you have to carry that one, Ray.”

  “At least we get to have lunch.”

  “Speaking of lunch,” said Gavin from where he was busy trying to dodge Michael’s sword as it decapitated more vines, “I’m feeling quite peckish, if I do say so myself.”

  “What do you say, Geoff,” said Ray, glancing over to their boss. “Should we set up camp somewhere?”

  A couple of moments passed as Geoff surveyed the map before he replied. “There’s clearing about a few meters from where we are. We can go there and settle for a bit if you guys want.”

  “Fucking finally,” came Michael’s annoyed voice from the front of their straggly line. He cleared a few more blockages and dove through the last few feet of blinding leaf, before letting out a huge whoop.

  “Yes! We hit jackpot!”

  The rest of the guys stumbled through the brush and emerged in a wide space surrounded by tall trees. There already was kindling set up in the middle of the clearing, which could easily be fashioned into a spit.

  “Um, don’t you guys think we should be looking if somebody’s already got this space for themselves?” Jack asked warily.

  “Dude, last time I checked we weren’t playing online.” Michael dropped down in front of the pile of wood. “I’m right, aren’t I, Geoff?”

  “Yes. I don’t think Panoptica’s been set up as an MMORPG just yet,” said Geoff. “Uh, can you guys check if we can make a fire out of this?” He prodded the kindling with his boot.

  “Yeah, let me see…” Ray felt around in his bag for a lighter. “Nope. No such luck. We’re gonna have to set the fire by ourselves.”

  “Jesus Christ.” Geoff rolled his eyes. “Who here knows how to make a fire?”

  “I do,” chirped Gavin, walking over and crouching beside the kindling. The group watched as he fiddled around with the wood. “Ray, can I borrow your bow?”

  “Why?”

  “Just give it,” Gavin made grabby hands at the weapon so Ray sighed and handed his bow to the Brit. Gavin took it and did a weird complicated thing on Ray’s bow which nobody understood, but soon enough they could see an ember in the fireboard, and the Brit was blowing on it to build up the flames. Geoff whistled.

  “Well, well, Gavino, aren’t you talented.”

  A shower of sparks appeared in the middle of the clearing, signaling another achievement. Gavin grinned from where he sat. “I got an achievement, look!”

  Ray took his bow from Gavin and checked it for damage, looking disgruntled. Michael stood from his spot and clapped his hands.

  “Okay, aren’t we gonna go look for more food?”

  “I’ll come with you,” said Gavin.

  “Yeah, me too,” said Ray. “’Cause I’m the only one here who’s actually got a long-range weapon.”

  “Hey, I can actually throw daggers if I wanted to, and Michael here’s got a sword.”

  “You can’t throw a dagger to save your life, Gavin. I’ve seen you play darts.”

  “This is different!”

  “Jesus. Somebody just get out there and get us some food while Jack and I try to see if we can gather wood and shit for the fire,” said Geoff. Jack nodded, getting his axe ready.

  “Come on, guys, let’s go!” Michael was getting impatient. He stalked out of the clearing, sword at the ready.

  “Wait, Michael!” Gavin ran after him. “Come on, Ray, first to get five kills wins twenty guineas!”

  “Oh fuck, we’re betting money now?” Ray moved to follow the boys, leaving Jack and Geoff to go figure out where to gather wood.

  —

  “Fuck yeah, I got a rabbit!” Ray called from where he was crouched in the woods. A few meters from him Michael stood, annoyed at the lack of kills his sword was making.

  “I CAN’T KILL ANYTHING WITH THIS!” He raged, gesturing at his weapon. Ray snorted.

  “Of course you can’t, moron. You don’t hunt with swords.”

  “Fuck this shit. Where’s Gavin?” The Brit was nowhere to be found, probably having left a short while ago to stalk some prey.

  “Hey guys!” Gavin’s voice sounded somewhere from Michael’s left. “I got like three rabbits and a squirrel. I’m close to winning!” The Brit ambled towards the other two, animal carcasses stacked up on his arm and grinning like an idiot.

  “How the hell did you manage that?” Michael asked incredulously.

  “I told you I’m good with daggers,” Gavin said proudly. He turned to Ray. “How many kills have you made, Ray?”

  “Fucking four,” said Ray, immediately noting the challenge. “Oh, Gavino. You’re on.”

  The two men left Michael seething at his complete lack of hunting capacity and went to look for prey. Michael stood there, surveying the clearing if there would be like, really slow animals which he could skewer with his sword. Or maybe he could throw his weapon at shit like Gavin does?

  “Why does my weapon have to fucking suck?” Michael grumbled, wondering if he could get anyone to exchange gear with him.

  “Yeah, baby!” Ray’s voice sounded through the forest along with Gavin’s “Oh, bugger!” A shower of sparks could be seen from where Michael stood. He scoffed. That fucker could win at anything, it’s not even fair.

  “You guys done there?” He called through the forest, deciding to go find his friends and move back to camp before darkness broke.

  “I fucking kicked Gavin’s ass!” Ray called back, and he could see them walking back in his direction, carrying their kill like fucking trophies of manliness.

  “You’re really bad at hunting, aren’t you, Michael?” Gavin remarked, gesturing at Michael’s empty hands.

  “Shut up. It’s just because I’m wielding a sword,” Michael snapped.

  “Don’t mind him, he’s just bitter I beat him out of twenty guineas,” said Ray.

  “What! If you didn’t knock into me at the last moment I wouldn’t have—”

  Gavin’s reply was cut off when a shout sounded through the forest. They could recognize the yell as Geoff’s voice.

  “Shit, what the fuck’s happening?” Michael sprinted towards the clearing, Ray and Gavin following him, weapons drawn.

  The three reached the bush near the clearing and found Geoff and Jack surrounded by three actual fucking bandits.

  “Jesus Christ, we’re screwed,” whispered Ray. “Does anybody here actually know how to fight in real life?”

  “It’s a game, Ray,” said Michael, although he didn’t sound quite so sure. “We have weapons. I’m betting you we can take these motherfuckers down.”

  “Right.” He could hear Ray swallowing beside him. On his other side Gavin crouched down, daggers held ready. “On three, then?”

  “Fuck. Okay.”

  “One…” Michael steadied himself, positioning his sword so that he could hit someone as soon as they charged in.

  “Two…” Ray drew his bow, zeroing in on the farthest bandit’s head.

  “Three!” The boys charged towards the clearing, hoping to god that three real-life video game nerds could actually beat a set of brawny virtual men armed with heavy armor and dangerous looking swords.

  It’s just a video game, after all. Right?

  —

  Back in the RT office, Burnie and Gus were holding their breaths as they watched the game feed through the huge LCD screen. Gus turned to Burnie, hands hovering worriedly over the Reset button.

  “Should I bring them back, boss?”

  —

[fuckyeahragehappyfanfic]

Sticking It To Myself (MichaelxGavin)

This whole 'fake boyfriends' thing? A terrible idea. Another terrible idea? Expecting Michael to play nice with Gavin whilst also pretending to be in love with him. Really, the whole thing was meant to have been a way to stop people from assuming he and Gavin were together. The logic was lost on him, but then again, the whole thing way Ray's idea. And Ray's ideas generally lacked any form of cognitive reasoning.

In the end, it's really just hard enough to not strangle Gavin.

In which Ray is a dick, Michael's kind of stupid and Gavin's too annoying to function. In other words, the norm.

[irrer-mit-plan]

Ahhhhh Gavin came out way too yellow… -cries in my corner- But yeah I finally coloured the Drawing to This Fic written by the amazing Sumiretakahana. I’m really sorry it came out so shitty… ahhhh. I’m going to try to draw something else instead for it. But i guess since I promised I would post it i will. Blah. Well here you go.

[diveintotheragehappy]

sister, hide all of the way [a team lads hunger games au fic]

Rating: T

Word count: 1479

Author’s Note: Requested. Based off of this song. Ending this was a pain in the ass.

Warnings: Mentions of blood/death. Open ending.

Pairing: Mayvin brot3. Or at least an attempted one.

Preview:

They’re both terrified of what’s to come, so he only raises his hands once, and run further into the wood. It’s the first casualty he’s seen, and the last one that disappears.

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[dangrinchy-blog]

At The End Of The World

Ship: Danvin

Prompt

Summary: Gavin’s pretty sad about it, I guess.

A/N: Short and choppy, yet again.

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[rt-c]

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