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fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety, don’t know what’s inside of me. don't forget about me. [ Gavin Free for HouseofYoutube. ]

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|| Stillness. // Closed

It's nice out, for once. It seems the cold tendrils of winter are finally starting to be pulled back to whence they came, the air warm and inviting like it hadn't been since Yule (though, in a different sense).

Of course this almost-sunset would find a particular Ravenclaw sitting outside in a windowsill. Being the Headmaster's kid (and a prefect, no less) had a couple of perks. He'd probably defend himself with “just watching for sneaker-outers,” if a professor were to ask, but. He doubted they'd be out past the sunset tonight; while it isn't too cold right now, it won't be warm enough, either, and there isn't even the inviting promise of snow to look forward to. Just the occasional slush-patch or two.

Which was all fine with Gav. He was perfectly content to watch the colors slide across the sky alone for the time being.

#madslytherinking #ic ;

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@madslytherinking

It had been years since they had spoken. Four years, to be exact, give or take a few months. In that time, Gavin had done a lot of looking inside himself. Once a Haywood, always a Haywood, he’d found out first year. Ryan.. hadn’t been the same. Those weren’t the eyes Gavin used to get lost in for brief moments when the other boy would smile, the eyes that had cried before so many times when he was picked on, the eyes Gavin had wiped dry afterward, that held so much emotion in them, that had been so sad they’d broken his heart on more than one occasion.. Those weren’t His Ryan’s eyes. Those eyes held nothing but a cold darkness that unsettled Gavin’s very being.

Perhaps that’s why he startles so badly when he looks up at the one he’d bumped into, and sees just a flash of what used to be in those eyes. He’s not sure what part scares him the most anymore.

“..R-Ryan?”

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Ryan hadn’t been avoiding Gavin, no, that totally wasn’t what he was doing. He was just, busy. That’s what it had been. What had taken years to force upon him, broke so easily. It was rather surprising, when things that were so hazy in his second year, those emotions he was starting to sort on in his second year, had slowly become a bit more solid in his third. Solid enough for him to realize what he wanted. Not what his parents had planned. So why avoid Gavin? Why avoid his best friend, who tried his hardest to take care f him? Because he was ashamed, ashamed he had broken so easily when he was without the other. So seeing him again, after all those years, hearing him speak to him. Ryan cracked. He tried so hard to keep up that stoic facade, of course Gavin was the one to break it. “Gavin, I missed you.”

When Gavin speaks Ryan’s name again, it’s in a breathy whisper. It sounds even perhaps a little shaky, like the Ravenclaw enby is afraid of something. Afraid of being wrong, perhaps? Who really knows.

“I.. I missed you, too. Are you..?”

Better? Back to normal? Not a brick wall? None of those sound appropriate to ask.

“..Are you okay?”

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“Define okay.” He chuckled softly, glancing down at Gavin. He never felt okay, but he felt different. Different then he felt the last time he talked to Gavin. “You changed so much, one thing did stay the same though. your nose. “He chuckled a bit, holding out his hand to the other. A hug was to personal right? A hug was way to intimate for two friends who avoided each other for almost five years.

Instead of taking the boy’s hand and giving the offended huff he wants to, Gavin just finds himself with his arms around Ryan, holding him close. A hug is probably too intimate for this situation, but this Ravenclaw never did have many physical boundaries. And this hug was probably something he’s needed for a while now, anyway.

He just lets it happen, hiding his face right in Ryan’s neck.

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Presents under the Tree || Closed

@gaveen

The day after Yule, Burnie found himself with his arms resting over his chest as he stares at the Christmas tree. The presents lay unopened and stacked neatly, as he’d been too occupied with the Ball the day previously to really do anything. He felt a little bad, because he’d wanted to give Gavin a decent Christmas, but he supposes that a ball is pretty incredible on its own right.

The sun is bright against the snow on the window sill, shining in on the living room as Burnie moves to make coffee. Gavin’s not awake yet, which means Burnie has some time to kill before he wake up. He places himself in the plush chair in front of the fire, opens a book and settles in for the wait.

Gavin has never been much of a morning person when it’s cold outside. Something to do with how short the days are, or one of the hundreds of other excuses he’s made to Burnie over the years. Not to mention the fact that he’d stayed out after the ball for a little while, doing who knows what with Merlin knows who.

This, perhaps, was an exception.

The moment Gavin wakes, there’s an excited flutter in his stomach, just like the feeling he used to get when he was a small child on Christmas morning. The headmaster - no, his dad - had made Yule feel like that again. Even if today wasn’t Christmas, the feeling was still lingering. ..Plus, he’s all kinds of excited for Burnie to open his gifts.

A little too excited, it seems, as he gets tangled in the sheets trying to get up and falls to the floor with a squawk.

”’m fine, s'all good!” he assures the floor, hastily shoving the sheets aside to get up and run out to the living room. “Dad! Good morning!”

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When Gavin comes clattering down the stairs, Burnie can’t quite help the way his smile stretches over his face. It had been too long since he’d been able to share a holiday properly with someone, and with the clattering of the boy comes a warmth he hadn’t expected to have. He sets his book aside, clearing his throat and sitting straighter.

“Morning kid,” Burnie says and leans his elbows on his knees, “You’re up pretty early.”

“It’s Christmas!” He chirps in his own defense. ..Though. He quickly backpedals. “I mean. It’s presents! Presents.. day.” Perhaps he should have taken a few more minutes to wake up before running down the stairs like a small child. With a little chuckle, he runs his hands through his hair, seeming to realize just that. “Give me a few. I’m not.. quiiiite up yet.”

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@madslytherinking

It had been years since they had spoken. Four years, to be exact, give or take a few months. In that time, Gavin had done a lot of looking inside himself. Once a Haywood, always a Haywood, he’d found out first year. Ryan.. hadn’t been the same. Those weren’t the eyes Gavin used to get lost in for brief moments when the other boy would smile, the eyes that had cried before so many times when he was picked on, the eyes Gavin had wiped dry afterward, that held so much emotion in them, that had been so sad they’d broken his heart on more than one occasion.. Those weren’t His Ryan’s eyes. Those eyes held nothing but a cold darkness that unsettled Gavin’s very being.

Perhaps that’s why he startles so badly when he looks up at the one he’d bumped into, and sees just a flash of what used to be in those eyes. He’s not sure what part scares him the most anymore.

“..R-Ryan?”

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Ryan hadn’t been avoiding Gavin, no, that totally wasn’t what he was doing. He was just, busy. That’s what it had been. What had taken years to force upon him, broke so easily. It was rather surprising, when things that were so hazy in his second year, those emotions he was starting to sort on in his second year, had slowly become a bit more solid in his third. Solid enough for him to realize what he wanted. Not what his parents had planned. So why avoid Gavin? Why avoid his best friend, who tried his hardest to take care f him? Because he was ashamed, ashamed he had broken so easily when he was without the other. So seeing him again, after all those years, hearing him speak to him. Ryan cracked. He tried so hard to keep up that stoic facade, of course Gavin was the one to break it. “Gavin, I missed you.”

When Gavin speaks Ryan's name again, it's in a breathy whisper. It sounds even perhaps a little shaky, like the Ravenclaw enby is afraid of something. Afraid of being wrong, perhaps? Who really knows.

“I.. I missed you, too. Are you..?”

Better? Back to normal? Not a brick wall? None of those sound appropriate to ask.

“..Are you okay?”

imtheheadmasterbitch

Presents under the Tree || Closed

@gaveen

The day after Yule, Burnie found himself with his arms resting over his chest as he stares at the Christmas tree. The presents lay unopened and stacked neatly, as he’d been too occupied with the Ball the day previously to really do anything. He felt a little bad, because he’d wanted to give Gavin a decent Christmas, but he supposes that a ball is pretty incredible on its own right.

The sun is bright against the snow on the window sill, shining in on the living room as Burnie moves to make coffee. Gavin’s not awake yet, which means Burnie has some time to kill before he wake up. He places himself in the plush chair in front of the fire, opens a book and settles in for the wait.

Gavin has never been much of a morning person when it's cold outside. Something to do with how short the days are, or one of the hundreds of other excuses he's made to Burnie over the years. Not to mention the fact that he'd stayed out after the ball for a little while, doing who knows what with Merlin knows who.

This, perhaps, was an exception.

The moment Gavin wakes, there's an excited flutter in his stomach, just like the feeling he used to get when he was a small child on Christmas morning. The headmaster - no, his dad - had made Yule feel like that again. Even if today wasn't Christmas, the feeling was still lingering. ..Plus, he's all kinds of excited for Burnie to open his gifts.

A little too excited, it seems, as he gets tangled in the sheets trying to get up and falls to the floor with a squawk.

”'m fine, s'all good!” he assures the floor, hastily shoving the sheets aside to get up and run out to the living room. “Dad! Good morning!”

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@madslytherinking It had been years since they had spoken. Four years, to be exact, give or take a few months. In that time, Gavin had done a lot of looking inside himself. Once a Haywood, always a Haywood, he'd found out first year. Ryan.. hadn't been the same. Those weren't the eyes Gavin used to get lost in for brief moments when the other boy would smile, the eyes that had cried before so many times when he was picked on, the eyes Gavin had wiped dry afterward, that held so much emotion in them, that had been so sad they'd broken his heart on more than one occasion.. Those weren't His Ryan's eyes. Those eyes held nothing but a cold darkness that unsettled Gavin's very being. Perhaps that's why he startles so badly when he looks up at the one he'd bumped into, and sees just a flash of what used to be in those eyes. He's not sure what part scares him the most anymore. “..R-Ryan?”

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

“There we go, that’s my boi.” Gavin grins as he praises the cute little prince, letting him take over every bit of his attention. The steps are becoming more an involuntary movement than a conscious decision as they move, and.. gosh. He wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while.

After a few more moments, Gavin lets his arm move down a little further, snugly settling itself on Michael’s hip. This boy is so pretty, so enchanting. Perhaps it’s the wonder in his eyes that makes him look like a young child that’s just discovered something new, but. Whatever it is drawing Gavin in, he soon finds himself leaning closer, face close to Michael’s.

..Perhaps one won’t hurt?

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Michael smiled at the nickname, eyes still locked with the other. What color were they? They looked brown, but sometimes green, and other time there were hints of blue. It wasn’t fair, how good Gavin looked.

Michael’s blush deepend as Gavins hand moved to his hip, and he almost messed up his stepping. But then he relaxed, it was just Gavin after all. And when Gavin started leaning in, Michael found himself eager to kiss him. He leaned in slowly, letting his eyes shut as they drew closer.

Finally, their lips touched, and Gavin felt a little shiver run down his spine. Michael's lips are a little chapped (and is that a scab?), but they're warm and inviting and. This is fine. ..Maybe.

The Ravenclaw only lets the kiss last for a few moments, before breaking it off with a nervous chuckle. “S.. Sorry about that, that was uncalled for, I. Really should have asked before I did something like that, I think. I didn't mean to ruin this for you or anything-” Great. There he go.

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

“There we go, that's my boi.” Gavin grins as he praises the cute little prince, letting him take over every bit of his attention. The steps are becoming more an involuntary movement than a conscious decision as they move, and.. gosh. He wouldn't mind staying like this for a while.

After a few more moments, Gavin lets his arm move down a little further, snugly settling itself on Michael's hip. This boy is so pretty, so enchanting. Perhaps it's the wonder in his eyes that makes him look like a young child that's just discovered something new, but. Whatever it is drawing Gavin in, he soon finds himself leaning closer, face close to Michael's.

..Perhaps one won't hurt?

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#my boi ;;#my b ;;

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

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“Well, I have no clue how to dance. So I think you have to lead.” Michael responded, a smile on his face. Man, tonight was going to be a good night.

The lights were shining and the music was loud, there were a lot of people and he could barely hear over his own thoughts. But none of the ruckus mattered; Michael was too busy staring at one of the cutest boys in the world. “I actually have never fucking done this before, so I’m sorry if I suck dick at it.”

“So.. wait. Wait a second. I get your first dance?”

The little chirp in Gavin’s voice is undeniable – if he wasn’t giddy before, he sure as hell is now. He grins brightly, pulling Michael close to his chest, one arm slipping to his waist. ..Er, well. More like low on his side. Not quite sure of the boundaries between them, Gavin decides this is probably better. If they get more comfortable like this, he’s sure he’ll let it situate a little lower, but for the time being, this is fine.

“Just follow my lead, alright? Move with me.”

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“Don’t sound so surprised. I don’t know many people.”

Michael murmured, a smile appearing on his face at the grin on the others face. It wasn’t exactly his fault he’s never done this before; he had never met someone who’s he wanted to dance with. His smile grew larger, along with the blush on his face, as Gavin pulled him closer to his chest. Not exactly sure where to put his other hand, he sets it on Gavins shoulder, remembering the position from old movies.

“Okay, don’t blame me if I step on your feet or something.”

“Listen to the music. I’ll keep it simple so you can keep up and all that, just follow my feet. Nothing fancy, just stepping. Think you can do that?”

Gavin smiles, softer this time, as he carefully leads Michael into the first few steps. It’s a little clunky, what with this being the Gryffindor’s first dance and all, but he won’t let that deter him. He’s going to make sure Michael remembers this dance fondly.

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

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“Well, I have no clue how to dance. So I think you have to lead.” Michael responded, a smile on his face. Man, tonight was going to be a good night.

The lights were shining and the music was loud, there were a lot of people and he could barely hear over his own thoughts. But none of the ruckus mattered; Michael was too busy staring at one of the cutest boys in the world. “I actually have never fucking done this before, so I’m sorry if I suck dick at it.”

“So.. wait. Wait a second. I get your first dance?”

The little chirp in Gavin’s voice is undeniable -- if he wasn’t giddy before, he sure as hell is now. He grins brightly, pulling Michael close to his chest, one arm slipping to his waist. ..Er, well. More like low on his side. Not quite sure of the boundaries between them, Gavin decides this is probably better. If they get more comfortable like this, he’s sure he’ll let it situate a little lower, but for the time being, this is fine.

“Just follow my lead, alright? Move with me.”

gavinope ==> gaveen

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

@gavinope

To say Michael was nervous was the understatement of the century. He wasn’t just nervous, he was anxious, on edge. He was about to go and talk to one of the cutest guys at the ball; and he just felt so out of place. It didnt help that he had this crown on his head that was flattening his curls.

“Uh… hey there.” Michael spoke, giving a small smile to Gavin. “You look, uh, you look nice.” That was also an understatement; compared to Gavin, Michael felt like a troll. Sure, he had tried to dress up for the ball, but Gavin was just… Gavin.

Gavin had been taking a little rest near the edge of the ballroom, just enjoying the music and the feeling of joy in the air. This was.. this was nice. Even if it was a bit much for the Raven’s senses, the feeling hanging about the hall was too nice to pass up or dip out from. After some time, though, after he chills out enough from the overstimulation, he decides it’s probably time to head back to the thick of things-

But. As he opens his eyes (when did he even close them? he can’t remember), he’s greeted with the image of Michael up close, hair a little messy sticking out from under the crown settled on his head, the awkwardness in his body language.. and he can’t help but grin brightly. Michael looks adorable.

“Hey, Micool! You look pretty snazzy yourself.” After a moment’s pause, he seems to remember something. He claps his hands together, giving a happy little noise. “Congratulations on the Prince thing! I’m so proud of you, gosh-”

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Michael didnt really think of his actions before he did it, placing one hand on Gavins mouth to continue from talking. “No, no. I should not be prince and I shouldn’t be wearing this crown. I’ve already had enough people congratulate me.”

Michael blushed slightly, removing his hand and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Only five seconds into the conversation and he had already made it awkward, great. “Um… anyways, what are you doing away from things over here?”

Gavin frowns behind Michael’s hand, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. In his own opinion, this boy more than deserved to be prince – why does he think otherwise? The Raven shakes his head a little bit, trying to focus on the conversation instead of getting sucked into his own thoughts.

“Ah. Things were just getting a bit too much for me. Reminds me too much of family parties, hah.” He gives a little chuckle that perhaps sounds a bit too forced. Bitter, even. “But, it’s whatever. I was just about to head back, if you want to come dance with me or something.” Back to the real smiles again.

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“Understandable. Dances, and most social events, can be fucking overwhelming from time to time.” Michael replied, deciding not to comment on the bitterness in his voice at the mention of his family. Michael knew all about crappy families; most of the time, it wasn’t something you brought up when you wanted to flirt with a guy.

Michael’s faced brightened at the question, a small smile on his face. Merlin, if Gavin could make him this happy just asking him to dance, he was in too deep. “Hmm…dancing? With you? I mean, why the fuck not?”

Gavin gives a little nod of agreement at the first statement, before holding his hand out to Michael with a smile. Now isn't the time for thinking about his family. Not with this cute boy in front of him that he's just offered a dance to.

“Would you mind too terribly if I led?” It's only half teasing as Gavin leads Michael out to a more open space on the floor.

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Ball Date|| Michael & Gavin

@gavinope

To say Michael was nervous was the understatement of the century. He wasn’t just nervous, he was anxious, on edge. He was about to go and talk to one of the cutest guys at the ball; and he just felt so out of place. It didnt help that he had this crown on his head that was flattening his curls.

“Uh… hey there.” Michael spoke, giving a small smile to Gavin. “You look, uh, you look nice.” That was also an understatement; compared to Gavin, Michael felt like a troll. Sure, he had tried to dress up for the ball, but Gavin was just… Gavin.

Gavin had been taking a little rest near the edge of the ballroom, just enjoying the music and the feeling of joy in the air. This was.. this was nice. Even if it was a bit much for the Raven’s senses, the feeling hanging about the hall was too nice to pass up or dip out from. After some time, though, after he chills out enough from the overstimulation, he decides it’s probably time to head back to the thick of things-

But. As he opens his eyes (when did he even close them? he can’t remember), he’s greeted with the image of Michael up close, hair a little messy sticking out from under the crown settled on his head, the awkwardness in his body language.. and he can’t help but grin brightly. Michael looks adorable.

“Hey, Micool! You look pretty snazzy yourself.” After a moment’s pause, he seems to remember something. He claps his hands together, giving a happy little noise. “Congratulations on the Prince thing! I’m so proud of you, gosh-”

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Michael didnt really think of his actions before he did it, placing one hand on Gavins mouth to continue from talking. “No, no. I should not be prince and I shouldn’t be wearing this crown. I’ve already had enough people congratulate me.”

Michael blushed slightly, removing his hand and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Only five seconds into the conversation and he had already made it awkward, great. “Um… anyways, what are you doing away from things over here?”

Gavin frowns behind Michael's hand, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. In his own opinion, this boy more than deserved to be prince -- why does he think otherwise? The Raven shakes his head a little bit, trying to focus on the conversation instead of getting sucked into his own thoughts.

“Ah. Things were just getting a bit too much for me. Reminds me too much of family parties, hah.” He gives a little chuckle that perhaps sounds a bit too forced. Bitter, even. “But, it's whatever. I was just about to head back, if you want to come dance with me or something.” Back to the real smiles again.

u know that feeling deep in your tummy where u just dont feel comfy and u feel sad and sort of want to cry but not about anything specific its like your entire body is just upset and unnerved all the way to the core almost like ur just longing for something but dont know what

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Bloody Mess||Open

“That’s what I said. Micool.”

Gavin tips his head a bit in confusion, but gives a smile anyway. He’s caught sight of Michael’s little smile, and that shit’s contagious, if only because this kid is cute even when he isn’t smiling. And especially now that he is.

“Fourth, Ravenclaw. I’m not exactly the most well-together Raven you’ll meet, but. You know, I’m okay with being a little different.”

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“You’re saying it weird. Michael, not Micool.”

Michael imitated Gavin’s accent quite poorly, and he couldn’t help the grin that appeared, because man, this kid was something else. Michael glanced at the boy and met his eyes, which, by the way, were too beautiful. They weren’t even a singular color god dammit. Michael wanted to look away, but it was hard to break eye contact.

“Hey, I mean, most Ravenclaws I know are stuck-up know-it-all’s, so I think I’m okay with you being different, too.”

“I don’t think my voice does that.”

Gavin blinks a couple times, trying to figure out how to make that sound. His brow furrows for the briefest of moments in thought, as he mouths something to himself. It seems like he gets sidetracked with responding, though.

“Really? I don’t know too many like that. It’s kind of the stereotype and all, but. I dunno, maybe it has something to do with being on the inside.”

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“Well, it’s kind of cute. So don’t go and try to change your voice or anything.”

Michael spoke before he could think better of it, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth he mentally slapped himself. Merlin, he needed to stop blushing like a fool and get control of himself.

“I mean, maybe. The only Ravenclaws I have met are the ones who like to call me names. So maybe you hang out with better people.” Michael fumbled over his words, trying to change the subject.

Gavin gives a soft chuckle at the almost-compliment, before he grows quiet again. He may or may not be working himself up internally.

“..Do you know their names?”

For a moment, Gavin's eyes grow cold. If there's one thing he can't stand, it's bullies. And in his own house, too? That's not going to be tolerated on any level.

“I'd gladly give them something worthwhile to bitch about.”

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