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[gxvin]

@mxkhael ❤

The Vagabond was known for his cruelty, but the Golden Boy? A hacker with a golden tongue, he looked fragile, lived behind a computer screen - he wasn’t particularly known for his strength. But he was close to Geoff, one of the first members of the crew, despite his age he’d earned respect. Which was why Geoff obliged when Gavin asked to play with Michael rather than the Vagabond.

“I thought you were smarter than this.” There it was, the smooth tone of Gavin’s voice, accent curling around his words. It was well known if you screwed the Fakes over, they screwed you over twice as hard. “What were you playin’ at?”

With the question Gav shook his hand, hoping his knuckles wouldn’t bruise. His gaze lifted and settled on Michael now, he took a step closer, hearing the way he wheezed brought a wolfish grin to his lips. A hand reached out, grabbing Michael’s chin, he jerked his head up so they could meet eyes.

[tvggey]

@mxkhael​, @gxvin​.

     There’s always an element of thrill that a teenager gains from stealing a few bottles of alcohol from their parent’s collection and inviting friends over to down it all. Then, ever-so dangerously replacing it with water, as if their elders won’t know ( spoiler alert: they’ll know ), but in the moment, it’s a rush. With the parents out of town and sibling at a friend’s,Lindsay has the ability to invite her own friends over. What her parents don’t know is that’s her boyfriend and another friend, a guy. Breaking two rules in one night, but quiet frankly, she didn’t care, and instead the girl giving her boyfriend a grin as two more bottles are set on top of the island as dawn breaks against the windows just in the family room that neared the kitchen. ‘ This is going to be so fun ! I hope Gavin likes Jurassic Park. We’re so going to watch it. ’ Nerd status ? Check.     ‘ Speaking of, - When did you say Gavin was supposed to come over ? - It’s already getting dark,’ she asked with a curious brow, looking over at the clock above the stove then walking back over to the collection with inquisitive eyes. ‘ What else should I take out  ? Wait, - my dad has beer in the fridge in the garage ! I’ll be right back. Answer the door if Gavin shows up ? Thanks ! ’ With a kiss to the boy’s cheek, she runs off to the garage. 

[acevav]

@mxkhael <3 for a starter

“Michael, do you believe in vampires?” Raising his eyebrow, Gavin was watching Michael, nervous for the answer. “Or, ah, what do you think of them?” Best way to not be suspicious about your own existence.

[risemcnger-blog]

Show me someone who says they got no baggage, I'll show you somebody whose got no story

a moodboard for @mxkhael​‘s michael jones and @risemcnger​‘s jon risinger

[gxvin]

@mxkhael

Los Santos was better than Gavin could’ve ever hoped - which was great for him, proving Dan wrong always brought a grin to his. A wolfish one that showed off pristine teeth. Work was harder to come by at first but with a smooth tongue Gav was worming his way into jobs, getting a leg up on other smaller crews throughout the city. Slick suits and gold rings showed anyone that he would be a catch, but he’d drop them once he’d learned what he needed, sending Dan out to do the brunt of the field work while he’d direct.

So in a few months time the frustration was growing as the FAHC continued to evade both him and Dan - he needed a way in. Whether it was to try and bring them down or form a partnership didn’t matter to him. But they knew Los Santos far better than the Slowmo Guys, a harsh disadvantage. Locations, names, partners, he couldn’t find anything for the longest time. An impromptu lunch break had been his saving grace, there’d been an explosion across the street, the car that tore off down the street had a familiar logo. A glimpse was all he got and all he needed for the time being - when he saw him he knew that’d be the one he’d get to. Curly hair framing a round face, he looked young. Perfect.

It took a few more months to learn bits of who they were. Only a few names filled his notes, they’d been good at keeping a lot of personal info off record. The Vagabond and Brownman, he’d decided, weren’t his targets. Those two he’d begun to hear about. Those two were the most dangerous as far as he was concerned. Over time he’d a name to the face he’d seen - Mogar - another code name. But better than nothing.

Another night in a club, it was a shady one, the shadier the better after all. Many more gang members crawled around these parts. He was there for information, maybe for a pretty face too. He was almost too well dressed for the place, sunglasses tucked into his shirt with the low light and all. But then he’d spotted someone far more interesting that his original target, a pretty face and curly hair. Beyond perfect circumstances. With slow steps he made his way over - steeling himself as he slipped into the right state of mind. “Hello, love. Could I buy you a drink?”

[gxvin]

@mxkhael ❤

With a roll of his eyes Gavin let out a slight snort - sometimes the teasing was fun, almost like a game, Michael would make him jealous and he’d retaliate with possessiveness for his Omega. But sometimes it drove him to the edge, setting his nerves alight because Michael was his. “There’s easier ways to get my attention, you know,” he moved to stand behind Michael on the couch, “Omega.”

[gxvin]

@mxkhael ❤’ed for a starter !!

Gavin didn’t understand a lot of things, especially when it had come to his family. In comparison he’d gotten so much larger, with such strange limbs. Not to mention lifespan differences - but that all paled in comparison to the confusion and stark fear that overcame him at the sight of other creatures hunting his family.

Being hunted was what left Gavin tearing through the woods in the dark, mobs didn’t use torches - of course - so the path laid before him was inky blackness. Until he’d seen wavering light through the trees, hesitation froze him for a moment as he contemplated. Light didn’t not equate safety but for the first time in many years he’d found himself alone, no familiar green around his aside from his own tattered clothes. In a split second he’d decided the light was better than the dark - mobs weren’t exactly always friendly to each other, he hoped no skeletons would follow after him.

As he exited the trees he found himself looking down at a collection of shelters - much nicer than any caves or tents he’d seen set up by humans before. As his gaze drifted he found his eyes drawn to some sort of mountain - a huge rocky mass at the end of this clearing. How odd. Stumbling steps brought him down to the center of the clearing, his toes curled uncomfortably at the texture underfoot. He curled his lip a bit, what kind of grass was this?

[gxvin]

@mxkhael

Desperate, he was desperate, that’s why he’d decided to let his paws take him towards the woods. Stories of cats much larger than him who could tear him apart were no match for the clawing hunger that gripped the tomcat. Though, as he pulled himself through the brush he began to regret it a little - only because the burrs that were catching in his sleek fur! It wasn’t like he was scared!

His poor, sleek, Siamese coat. The days of trekking about on the treeline hadn’t been kind, and rain hadn’t helped either. His light flanks were streaked with mud that tasted absolutely foul when he’d tried to clean himself, his paws ached, missing his soft bed. The quiet jingling of the bell on his collar was the only sound that kept him company.