Summary: Michael doesn't like when Dan comes to the US to visit.
Pairing: Mavin light Danvin
Warnings: N/A Teen and up or Gen
Word Count: 1044
He hated this. Absolutely unequivocally hated every bit of this. Sitting in his chair, silently seething over watching Gavin with Dan. Sure they were friends, long time friends, but the way Gavin spoke to him, touched his arm as he laughed, winked "cheekily" at the other Brit... It was enough to drive a sober, calmer man insane. So Michael could only imagine the way he must look right now. To top the whole cake, it seemed as though Gavin had forgotten all about him.
"Fuck this. Fuck this entire night," Michael grumbled, knocking back his 8th, 9th or 15th beer. He had honestly stopped counting when he spotted the blond at Dan's side.
"Michael.....your rage quit is showing," Ray teased, kindheartedly.
He knew Ray was trying to calm him down, ease the tension that must be showing on his face in some way. Or, more than likely, in all the ways a face could show strain. It took everything in his will power not to murder everyone in a three mile radius as he watched Gavin flirt shamelessly with someone who was not in fact himself.
"Let's just go? We can go right?" He looked around, trying to spot the Ramsey's aka Gavin's backup ride home to no avail.
"Dude, Geoff and Griffon were out the door the second Miles requested 'Call me maybe' for the fourth time," Ray shrugged, sipping on his water.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing! He can't just do this to people. He's either with me or he's not! He can't just pick and choose based on what mood he's in today," Michael seethed, squinting abruptly as Dan's arm curled around Gavin's shoulders. He glared as the blond moved into the embrace, returning the affection.
"I've fucking had it!" His voice barely even human as he let the jealousy and anger seep into him.
Ray lifted his water to Michael's retreating form, "yolo right?" He snickered, pulling out his camera phone. Happy that, once again, the drunks were keeping it entertaining.
By the time Michael had advanced on the pair of Brits, he was a ball of fury, having observed in minute detail every touch and caress that Dan had placed on Gavin. A slide of his hand over a shoulder. A quick peck to the cheek. Brushing the hair out of the smaller man's eyes.
Michael mustered up the will to force out a cheerful, if not incredibly deranged tone as he spoke to the pair, "'Ello Grabbin'! So this is where you've been? I send you to get me a bev and you find a Dan? That's not even close to being right." He choked out a chuckle, slipping his arms around Gavin's waist.
Gavin swirled around, grinning wildly as he hears Michael's voice, "is that my Micoo? Have you come to rescue me?"
"Do you need rescuing?" He arches his brow, eying Dan narrowly.
"I'unno but Dan has been propping me up. 'Says I'm too drunk to go it alone and I told him I'll go it in whatever way I feel! But he hasn't let me go at all!" His words sloshed around in his mouth, garbled further by his accent and inebriation.
Dan took upon himself to clarify, "he's gotten himself past the point of being able to handle himself. He'll probably start tackling people the second I let him go." He tugged the blond back away from Michael gently.
Michael turned on Dan, "I know what he does when he's drunk! He's been with me for the last six months, I don't need you telling me what he's like. If anything, I could be schooling you on what he's like now." He pulled Gavin away from the brunette, letting his long, lithe limbs flail around him. "I've got him. You can go home now." He moved closer to Gavin, hand on his hip tightly.
Dan shook his head, pulling Gavin away from the red head, adding a polite, "it's quite alright Michael. You go on having fun and beving up. I can take him home, no problem. I'm staying with Geoff and Griffon too."
The second Dan's hand met the exposed skin on Gavin's hip, Michael saw red, gripping the blond tighter and yanking him fully away from the other Brit. "He. Is. MINE!" It seemed as though everything else in the room faded, tunneling into the threat of his possession of Gavin. He tucked The smaller lad behind him, keeping him out of Dan's reach.
The brunette chuckled, a few too many beers into making wise choices. In effect, poking the bear with a stick. He staggered into Michael's space, winking as he suggestively hummed out, "he was mine first."
He would need to check Ray's video evidence of this the next morning because he never would have believed his following actions to be 100% accurate. Michael swung at Dan, missing his intended target; ie. the face, in turn punching a dent into the wall behind the Brit. He proceeded to get indignant and stomp hard onto Dan's foot before dragging Gavin into a corner and roughly kissing the drunk right out of him.
"Mmm, Micoo....?"
"What Gavin?"
"We're not home yet," he said hesitantly, waiting.
"I'm aware."
"Is this how you wanted to tell the entirety of Rooster Teeth that we've been banging, then?"
"WHAT?" He spun around, facing an unmoving mob of friends and coworkers. Frozen to the spot, Michael was unsure of what to do. If he laughed it off and denied it, Gavin would be crushed. If he took it seriously, then he'd have to deal with it at work every god damn day.
But then there was always Ray. Constantly covering Team Lads' asses in a crisis.
"GG, Michael. You win the bet, next round is on me guys!"
Michael met Ray's eyes as the crowd's focus shifted from him kissing Gavin's lips clear off his face to which drink they should guzzle down their gobs next. He lifted his drink to the brown man, who merely nodded in return with his classic smile on his face. The red head slipped out of the bar, his blond in tow, "come on, Grabbin. I think it's time to show you what it means to be 'mine'.
Summary: Pax East has a little more going on beneath the surface....and the table.
Pairing: Burnay
Warnings: N/A Teen and up or Gen
Word Count: 553
He couldn’t get off the stage fast enough, truly he had to thank Steve for going on 10 minutes before he should have but the tension between him and Ray was starting to become tangible. Burnie knew making that promise last night as he was ball deep in the younger man was a terrible idea but the words spilled from his lips before his brain was even halfway to understanding what was happening. All his dick knew was that he had a happy, clenching 24 year old wrapped around his dick like a heated vice grip.
Hearing Ray’s voice call for him, he sighed, adjusting himself in his pants before he slipped back onto the stage and into his seat next to the Puerto Rican.
He knew the fans would have no idea but that didn’t stop his mind from running rampant with all the possible negative repercussion. Not just for himself or even for the company but for Ray. Hell the kid got enough shit on a daily basis without adding this type of ammo for his “haters” to use against over and over.
He shifted back into the chair, slinging his arm onto the back. It hung heavy for the first minute, the weight lifting as the audience and panel continued as if nothing happened. Of course, they would only see it as him getting comfortable but naturally there would be some insane fan girl ready and waiting to make something more out of it. Something that was far too close to the truth, but as he scanned the crowd nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
He finally relaxed completely when Ray settled into his side, moving slowly but steadily until their legs were pressed against each other under the table. Sipping his water, Burnie continued to “supervise” the panel. Michael was doing a surprisingly good job of managing the content and execution of content. The crowd was eating up every story and joke like they had actually planned everything. But he knew better. Frankly, the audience probably knew better as well.
Ray started to bounce his leg halfway through the “two elderly drunk women” story, moving it against him slower and with a different purpose than mere boredom. He caught his eye, warning him to behave with a single glance. But Ray met his gaze with a challenging one, obviously still upset about his disappearing act earlier.
With that look of sheer defiance, Burnie felt his control slipping. The need to grab him, drag him behind the curtains and show him what a real fuck train was was taking over. A soft possessive grunt left his throat, no one catching it. Or at least that’s what he thought until Gavin caught his eye, frowning while smiling for the audience.
Burnie schooled his face, removing his arm as if it was burned from where it pressed against Ray. He moved away from the younger man, sitting forward in his chair to recant his travel to Boston story and to avoid the hurt look in Ray’s eyes. The fire burning in his eyes, promising retribution was also not something he wanted to face in front of an audience of 5,000 plus.
The talk when they get back to the room is not going to be fun…
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.
“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the shelf, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
Sheesh. The beautiful thing about this, too, is that every reader would picture their lover differently. There would be no images in the book. None at all. You, the reader, would be the one to craft the make of the entity in the book, be them male or female. Just like in real life, your lover would look different from everyone else’s, and, in a way, their personality would, too.
How it starts:
“Oh so someone actually opened my book?” I said, getting up from seat on the couch. I’d been waiting for you. You had no idea how long I had been waiting, waiting for someone to open my book. Anyone to open my book and finally give me my shot and here you are. Finally I get to go on my adventure, finally I get to start my journey, finally I get to know what happens in my story.
“My name is Eric, I’m the main character for this story.” I tell you, heading towards the door. The door that leads towards my story. The door only you can open. I have to admit I’m a little nervous. Neither of us know whats on the other side. I have brothers in stories that have turned out to be princes and heroes and I have sisters in stories that have turned out to be witches and saviors. All of their stories are amazing and I can only hope that mine will be as well.
But I also have siblings that aren’t the heroes. That are the bad guys. What if I am meant to be evil? Would you like me if I was?
And I’m nervous about you. What if you aren’t the kind of reader to finish a book? What if my story bores you and you stop half way through? I gulp and brush a strand of my black hair out of my face.
“Well? Do you wanna start this story or not?” I say, trying to sound confident and ready then I feel, believing I need to impress you. “It’s your move, reader. You have to turn the page to the start the story. So turn the page.” I say, muttering a please under my breath waiting for you to turn the page.
People in both Beacon Hills and Mystic Falls are falling ill with some virus. Even some of our beloved Supernatural’s are getting it. Our wolf pack must go to Mystic falls and team up with the Vampires and Hybrids to search for a cure for this virus.
The virus, which is a blood virus, has a different affect on each species.
For humans, the virus causes them to fall into an almost Zombie like state. They can’t eat, drink, or barely move. It attacks the central nervous system and they die, and it’s excruciating.
For the Vampires, they can’t feed. The more they try, the more the blood and other things just come back up. They are starved because of the virus, and it turns them savage. So savage that they’ve attacked innocent humans.
For our wolves, it makes the change so excruciating that a few have ended their lives because of it. The change from wolf to human and vice versa is supposed to feel natural, amazing. But this virus makes it horrible.
But it’s uncertain how this virus attacks other species. This is not simple virus. This Virus can’t be traced back to some lab. It’s from something unknown. When Klaus calls Peter, who is an old friend, they come to the realization that they must work together to get this cure. Peter talks to Derek, and Derek drags the pack (and the pack humans) to Mystic Falls.
The two ‘clans’ must fight together if they want to live, but sometimes, tempers rise and well… You’ll find out in Blood Moon Rising.
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