#roosterteeth fanfic

[fandomstearsandfeels]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Goodbye

Summary:

What does the word goodbye mean?

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter/Funhaus RPF

Relationships: Ryan Haywood/Ray Narvaez Jr., Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood

Characters: Ryan Haywood, Ray Narvaez Jr., Gavin Free

Additional Tags: Cheating, Emotional Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Break Up

Language: English

[fandomstearsandfeels]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Will You Be My Valentine?

Summary:

Gavin was going to spend his Valentine's day alone again. Working at the empty grocery store as he watched couples walk by. Then he saw the mop of red hair and freckles on a face he was so happy to see. Maybe he won't be alone this time.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter/Funhaus RPF

Relationship: Gavin Free/Michael Jones

Characters: Gavin Free, Michael Jones

Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Chocolate, Roses, Fluff

Language: English

[fandomstearsandfeels]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 9: The Unravelling of The Web

Summary:

Whatever mystery I was caught up in is slowly starting to reveal its truth. Sometimes, the truth is scarier than you would imagine. It was still the truth and it was better than knowing nothing at all.

[pufferfishkissravi-blog1]

Music Therapy

Summary:        Michael Jones is the star line-backer for his High School’s Varsity Team. “Is” becomes “was” when he is suspended from school for starting a fight in the middle of a game that was to determine whether or not his team would make the playoffs. In comes Michael’s mother, who fears her son is going down a dark path of anger and violence, signs him up for voice lessons in hopes that it will give him some peace of mind. His vocal coach is some British bloke named Gavin Free. Very confused about how beating up some kid (who honestly was the one who started it, but no one cares about that when they hear Michael was the one to throw the first hit), lead to voice lessons… His mother replies, “Think of it as a sort of music therapy.” Leaving Michael with no choice but to just roll with it.

Chapters 3/?: 2,365 of 9,207k Chapter beta’d by: Noah [known as “penrose” on AO3] Read it on AO3: [1][2][3]

[barbdunkelman]

Here’s to Never Growing Up - Redux

Summary: Late April of 2003, Frankie Oliver Graham is introduced to an online web-series called Red Vs. Blue thanks to a friend, and since then has been a fan of the Austin, Texas based company called Rooster Teeth, through the years of being apart of it’s community, meeting many others through the site like Gavin Free, Burnie Burns, and a closest friend Barbara Dunkelman, 

Frankie’s dream to work at Rooster Teeth finally comes to a reality, all bolds well for Frankie for a while; But having to work & live alongside with Barbara, the two get involved closely with each other than expected, when abuse, hurt & pain comes along the way for Barbara, Frankie is there to help and give her support when she doesn’t have it.

Warnings: Physical Abuse, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Eventual Smut, Alcohol Abuse

WC: 2074

A/N:  Hello there!! I would like to introduce you to my fic!! It’s a redux of one that I worked on back in December when I last updated it, I decided that I should revamp it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy reading!!

[AO3] [1]

June 27th, 1989

Frankie Oliver Graham was born & raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, he was not your typical exquisite being, he did not have any unique eye color, or hair; he only had dark brown eyes that matched the color of his hair, light specs of freckles fell on his face, dimples that embed into his cheeks whenever he would widen a smile. 

As he grew up, he would essentially tower over others, being genuinely tall when he got older and older; Frankie grew up as normally as any kid would; his family was neither rich nor poor, above middle class living, he was educated well, and graduated with a good thought in his mind of what he wanted to do, he didn’t celebrate alone though.

Frankie was one of the two other siblings in his family, his younger sister; Hailey Oliver Graham, born four years after Frankie, Hailey grew up being told by family members she looks exactly as her mom did at any age she was at, getting all her features; where Frankie only got his mother’s smile, but again, not alone. 

June 27th 1989; minutes after Frankie was born, James Oliver Graham, Frankie’s twin brother was born into the world alongside with his brother, these two were very hard to differentiate if you didn’t know what to look, making a hell out of their parents all the way to where they are now, haircuts, hand writing and their smile were just some of the only few things to tell the two, where Frankie was right handed and had his dimple show more on the right side of his cheek, his brother, opposite.

Enough talking about family happenings – Frankie grew up with a sudden peculiar interest in productions, he was always so fascinated how camera’s worked, how they were shot, how they were set up and planned, and it wasn’t until his mother bought a home video camera for memory sake, that he knew was the reason he grew this interest.

From DLSR’s to video cameras, he had a thought of what he wanted to do when he got older, though that wasn’t the only interest he grew up with, gaming. Was it a problem? Maybe, addicted? Debatable. Frankie enjoyed the feel of having a gaming controller in his hands, or even the GameBoy his brother stole for him once – we’ll get to that later.

Frankie grew up with video games in his life, rings, jiggies, coins, you name it; everything about video games drove him madly excited, which lead him to wanting to know how they were made to production, wanting as a kid to be a designer for video games – then dreams were crushed when he saw how much education and time is put into them. 

James at firstly, not being the gaming type, but after spending so much time with his brother, it grew on him; Frankie & James would always be ready to run up the stairs into their room, shut the door and turn on any game console they had, they both bonded over the interest, sharing a screen with two controllers, or three for their little sister. 

Another thing they both bonded over, their kindness, their personality, their inner love for family & friends, they were not spoiled, they were grateful for everything, they loved that, they never fussed that they had to watch over Jessica or do any work, just as long as they were together – I guess that’s another thing you can’t distinguish, the brotherly love they had. Admittance, they loved each other, they would depend on each other in so many ways, as much as James picked on Frankie himself and vice versa, they loved each other no matter what.

So come Junior high years for Frankie, it was generally normal, he was picked on from time to time, but with developing an attitude to those who don’t like him, Frankie ignored them, and found that to be a reasonable solution, but his whole life would change near the end of Junior High, in a snap of a finger, or in this case, a click of a mouse, he would hear the most prominent question. The one question he won’t forget that would be changing his life.

‘Do you ever wonder why we’re here?’

‘Oh I’m so tired, come on hurry up. Not trying to be rude, but it’s always this one that takes their time.’ I stir my head around my own half-conscious thoughts, this will energize me; standing behind the counter of the restaurant, ‘I mean, I only come here just to see that girl, but it was one time we talked… maybe the spilling of coffee ruined it…’ I look around the restaurant to see half dazed and tired people. It’s the morning. Everyone needs it.

“Here you go sir, three cream, two sugar coffee.” Fuck. Well.

“Oh thank you very much” I smile, taking the coffee, I mean, I was shy of one sugar, didn’t really matter, but god damn this morning, I walk from the counter, passing everyone standing at the line, the mood was settled and the air was fine, it was only the beginning of October, but it’s the month where every year in Edmonton, draws the line of ‘Okay, we got to either fucking snow this month.. Or we don’t’ hopefully, it will chose don’t, but the shades of orange, yellow and red leaves have already started to fill the streets.

Walking past everyone I go to the… mixing? Station? Fuck it. I’m too tired to call it what it is, grabbing an extra bag of sugar and coffee mixer, I decide to drink my coffee in the comfort of my aloneness, I walk towards the door of the restaurant, passing more people on their way in, pushing the doors and walking outside of the Tim Horton’s Restaurant, seeing the parking lot and the city streets.

Pulling out my car keys, I start to walk towards my car at the end of the parking lot, heading to the driver’s side door, pushing my keys through the lock with my free hand, I pull the car door open to enter and sit in the driver’s seat; I start to mix my coffee with the sugar packet, reaching into my jacket pocket to pull out my phone, seeing one new text from Michael.

Jersey Boy: ‘Hey bro, we’re doing the IB tonight, you down?’

Michael’s text reads, I smirk, unlocking my phone and texting back to him.

Me: 'Sure I’m down, who’s all in?’

I text to Michael, putting my keys in the ignition of my car, turning it on.

Jersey Boy: 'Me, Ray, Dylon & Barb’

I read over the names, seeing Barbara’s name, I start to smile, out of everyone, she would have to be the most fun to talk to, considering we’ve been friends for nearly 7 years, we have nothing to run out of, I pull my phone back up, quickly texting back.

Me: 'Sure thing man! Text me when everyone’s ready later today.’

I send out, I bring the cup of coffee to my mouth, sipping the caffeine, can’t beat Tim Horton’s coffee.

Jersey Boy: 'Alright man’

Michael texts back, wonder what he’s doing.

Me: 'What you up to?’

I text to the ‘Jersey boy’ as I have him named on my contacts.

Jersey Boy: 'Watching Disney’s Highschool Musical with Andrew’

Pulling my head back slightly, retorting.

Me: 'Why the fuck, are you watching, Highschool fucking Musical.’

Jersey Boy: 'Cause it’s a fucking great movie series, don’t talk shit about HSM’

I shake my head, taking more sips of my coffee, oh Michael.

Me: 'I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m saying why are you watching it.’

Jersey Boy: 'idk I was fucking bored with Andrew so we decided to buy it and watch it, he already fucked up and sat on the god damn controller fast forwarding it and he didn’t even notice he was sitting on it.’

I sigh out of my nose, pushing a smile to my right side, fucking Andrew.

Me: 'Well I got coffee for my morning before I head back to my apartment, thanks for asking and I’ll probably play some Gears 3, have fun watching HSM’

I text back, reading Michael’s text.

Jersey Boy: 'Alright then you fucking loser.’

Me: 'Hey don’t get mad at me, text me when you’re ready for IB, alright Vinny?’

I text, making a big smile on my face. Oh he hates that.

Jersey Boy: 'Hey Frankie?’

Me: 'Yeah?’

Jersey Boy: 'Next time you ever come to Austin, just, be careful.’

'Ooooh’ I say out loud, smirking even more.

Me: 'Okay… why?’

Jersey Boy: 'Cause I’m going to fucking kill you. Text you when IB will start’

April 28th, 2003, Tuesday afternoon.

“Hey bud!” A teen excitingly leaps and jumping across Frankie’s shoulder, hopping to the side, making Frankie’s heart skip a beat, The teenager just walked out of class, and started to head towards his next class, - He didn’t expect to want to die of a heart attack.

“Jesus dude, fucking. Don’t do that” Frankie lightly chuckles, his placing his left hand above his hip, his other hand with his books tucked under; a small smile spreading across the other kid’s face, standing opposite of him. Marcus Jasper, one of Frankie’s very close friends he met when starting Junior High, he was an average kid among others, who just happened to bond with Frankie over video games.

“We got computers class together man, hurry up, and I have to show you something pretty neat that I found.” Marcus smiles, Frankie shaking his head, raising his eyebrows and lifting his arm from his hip to direct his hand at him.

“I swear to god Marcus, if it is what I think it-“ “Far from it.” Marcus chuckles, Frankie’s mouth curving into a small smile,

“Let’s just get to class” Frankie & Marcus start to walk towards their class together.

Walking into the classroom, seeing the lines of desks filled with desktops and towers of the computers, seeing other students in their seats, logged on; Frankie & Marcus both walk to their usual spot to sit, placing their books from their previous classes beside them and turning on the computers.

“So what was this thing you wanted to show me?” Frankie asks, looking over at Marcus, Marcus props up.

“Right yeah, so you know how we always play Halo together right? On Xbox.” Marcus assures, Frankie slowly directs his eyes to another direction, lightly squinting his eyes and slowly nodding.

“Yeah?” Frankie responds, dragging out his word, looking back at his computer to log in, Marcus as well.

“Well, when I was on my computer at home, I was looking up guides and different strategies for Halo, and I found these Halo episode things, where it was like, these people, voicing over different Halo soldiers, to make it look like they were talking as if they were in Halo.” Marcus adds, directing his attention at the fellow Canadian.

“Okay you already lost me.” Frankie peers over at Marcus.

“Okay look I’ll show you” Marcus pushes his chair next to Frankie, grabbing the mouse and keyboard towards him, Marcus pulling up the internet site.

“It’s this Halo online series, about these two teams or armies, called the Red’s and The Blue’s, and all they do is go back and forth fighting each other to see which team is the best. I’m siding with Red I should add, I think the Red team is pretty great.” Marcus pulls up the site, Frankie listening to his friend talk about, already feeling intrigued to know more about this.

“Here’s the site, the title of this is called, Red vs. Blue, like it’s a full legit thing, and it’s funny as hell man.” Marcus pulls the video player up, showing the start of the video and the title reading ‘Why Are We Here?’

“Grab the headphones and watch it, then tell me what you thought of it.” Marcus smiles, excited to see his friend’s reaction; Frankie grabs the headphones off the top of the computer tower, plugging them in and pulling them over his ears, grabbing the mouse, Frankie drags it over the play button, clicking down as the video begins, the camera slowly panning up to two Halo Spartan’s, one colored Red, and the other, Orange.

“Hey.” The red soldier speaks up.

“Yeah?” The orange soldier responds.

“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?”

[barbdunkelman]

Announcement!

For those who have read my RT!OC fanfic.

(Read the post here.)

I am going to finally be releasing the first chapter of the redux today! I am very excited!! As this has and will probably be the longest fic I will ever make, and have big plans for, I will post the first chapter on my AO3, and i’ll post it here on my Tumblr later today!! i hope you guys who haven’t read it, do read it, and for those who have read the original version, I really hope you enjoy it!! 

The first few chapters are short, (mainly because, I again, tried to speed up the progression of the fic.) but I hope you guys enjoy it! ^-^

[barbdunkelman]

Hey guys! Please read this.

Would you guys, (this is all your own choice & if you read fanfics) be interested in reading my Rooster Teeth!OC fic? I know it’s incredibly different, but I thought I would go different, & making an RT!OC fic was the best way to go!

Here’s a link to the fanfic, it’s called ‘Here’s to Never Growing Up.’

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2390732/chapters/5282297

Essentially, ‘Frankie’ has been a long time RT fan since nearly the beginning. Throughout the years of being VERY active in the community, Frankie got to meet quite slue of people, such as Gavin, Burnie, Gus, a couple of others, & Barbara! Who is literally the closest person he’s ever got the chance to meet. (And in which, he starts to develop feelings for. *wink*) but that’s the summary so far. (Sucks I know. I’m terrible with summaries of anything.)

This fic hasn’t been updated since December I should add, but that’s because a redux/redone version of it has been released! But this fic can give you the grasp of what it is like. (more of which gives you an insight/a grasp of what my OC is like.)

And if you do get the chance to read my fic, (literally only 6 chapters posted, not long.) I would really appreciate some honest feedback! As this fanfic/the plans and story behind it means a whole to me! positive, negative, neutral, tell me whatever, and I will Improve 100% in the redux later on, (my askbox/fanmail is open & commenting is available, please don’t be shy!) 

I’ve diverged myself into loving this fic/the ideas of it so much with a passion, & It would be hella awesome if it is in tune with your interests, again it’s very different from other RT fics, but I hope you like different!

Thank you, & I hope to see some response if you give the chance to read! :D

[cantankerouskaputnik]

FANDOM BODYSWAP

I did it!! I’m about 4 hours late but I did it after all ;__;

So, I decided to use this opportunity to try and start writing this idea that I’ve had back in autumn. It’s a rt catboy!Michael fic, but it’s not set in a hybrid AU. Uh, you’ll see what I mean. Eventually.

Warnings for first ever attempt at writing fanfic, and first ever attempt at creative writing in English. ...Also warnings for nudity, swearing and some ableist language.

Special thanks to tajn77! (you can see their art for the swap challenge here ;)

It was late, way beyond late. And, appropriately enough, Gavin Free was way beyond tired. With hefty grocery bags in his arms, and nothing but desire to crash down and sleep on the first horizontal surface available in his heart, he was making his trek back home.

Finally at his front door, Gavin fumbled to get his keys out of the pocket. Having fished the prize out, he triumphantly jabbed it in the general direction of the keyhole. Missed. Tried again, with more force. Dropped the keys. Bent over, balancing the bags and swearing under his breath. Picked the keys up and tried once again, this time with more accuracy. The key finally found its destination, but Gavin’s joy was short-lived: the natural boundaries of human physique weren’t letting him turn it more than half a rotation while still holding on to the grocery bags. ‘What utter bullcrap,’ he thought, huffing in frustration, acquiescing to the necessity of having to put the bags down. ‘You’d think that by this point we, as a species, would’ve moved past the need to turn the goddamn key. I mean, the key either fits the lock or not, right? Why do we have to turn it? And furthermore –‘

“Heeey, so um, can I live in your house for a bit? I promise I won’t scratch the furniture,” an unfamiliar voice said from the left, interrupting his train of thought.

Gavin blinked at the keys in his hand, his tired, laggy brain not yet caught up with the fact that there was now – rather suddenly – someone standing not even two meters away from him, asking if they could live in his home. Wait, what?

With a frown and a “’bit late for April Fools, don’t you think?” ready on his tongue, Gavin turned to the stranger – and promptly choked on his spit

The man was naked. Absolutely starkers. The watery light of a distant streetlamp outlined his lean, pale body in the dark. His impressively voluminous ginger hair was curly and unkempt. In fact, all of the man was rather unkempt. The dirt covering his feet could pass for a boot, and his grimy palms looked almost black in the weak lighting. The freckles and specks of dirt were indistinguishable from each other, thrown haphazardly over a patchwork of scratches and bruises that littered the guy’s skin. His young and, Gavin had to admit, attractive face was gaunt and taut with worry, dark eyes boring into Gavin with unsettling intensity. He did not look like someone playing a belated prank. Or even like someone who lost a bet with their dickish friends.

‘Christ alive,’ Gavin thought, feeling the beginnings of panic stir in his chest. ‘I’m dealing with a lunatic, aren’t I?’

Hasty calculations were made. Could he open the door, rush inside and slam it the weirdo’s face faster than said weirdo could close the distance between them? Could he save the groceries as well, or would they have to be sacrificed? Well, there was only one way to find out.

The man sighed, crossed his arms and leaned all-too-casually on the wall of Gavin’s house. “Look, I won’t even be here for that long. I just – I heard the cold front’s coming, you know? And I wanna wait out the shitty weather, and, uh, some other stuff too,” he made a deliberately pitiful face. “C’mon, let me in?”

Gavin babbled something noncommittal, making another desperate effort to wrench open the door (but not too desperate: sudden movements were to be avoided in situations like this, to Gavin’s knowledge) and diligently avoiding eye contact. As the lock finally clicked open, the ginger man groaned in annoyance.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! I know you like cats! You’ve been leaving me food this whole week!”

For the second time in the last few minutes Gavin was struck dumb. “You – you ate the cat food?” he screeched, whirling to face the man again.

“Well, yeah,” the still very much butt-naked night visitor said, having the gall to sound weirded out. He then added, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head, “Duh!”

Gavin opened his mouth to say something – anything! – but a sight that opened from the new angle killed the words dead in his throat and made his blood run cold. Something moved on the stranger’s head, in the thicket of matted ginger curls. The light evening breeze couldn’t possibly be blamed for the unmistakably independent twitch that a pointy… growth (that Gavin originally mistook for garbage stuck in the guy’s hair) made. As if not content with only one horrifying discovery, Gavin’s eyes were now drawn downwards, to an area he very deliberately refused to look at before. A long, dark, sinuous appendage was swishing behind the mystery man’s thighs, clearly attached to his body somehow.

Gavin was frozen, trapped by the terror, a step away from the safety of his own front door.

“Well? Are you gonna let me in or not, asshole?”