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ragehappysecretsanta · 9 years

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Author: thisandthensome.tumblr.com

Recipient: montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Summary: It takes time for Michael to make his move, but when he finally does, it may be too late.

Warnings: Angst, One-Sidedness.

Word Count: 1,762

When Michael had heard that one Ray Narvaez Jr. was joining Achievement Hunter, he had been thrilled and his heart fluttered. The same Ray that he had crushed on when before he himself had joined the crew. The same Ray that played games with him all night long via Xbox live. And now it was going to be the same Ray that worked with him, side-by-side.

Feelings Michael thought he had buried and forgotten long ago came bursting up to the surface, to surround his stomach and heart in a dance of fluctuations and erratically.

The weeks leading up to the new arrival, Michael busied himself with cleaning out the space for the new desk to sit, setting up the consoles and monitors for Ray, and adding touches here and there with knick-knacks and things; a few Pokémon plushies and an old photo from when they met in New York before they both became Achievement Hunters.

Weeks became days, which became minutes. Geoff opened the door and called out to the rest of the workers, “All right, boys, say hello to our fresh meat. This is Ray. Ray, this is Jack, Gavin and Michael. You’ll meet Ryan later, he’s our IT guy.” Geoff introduced everyone and Michael let the others go up first before he went up to greet Ray.

“Hey, Brownman. Long time no see.” he spoke with a grin and held his hand out. Ray blinked a few times before smile broke out over his face, his nerves seeming to disappear.

“Michael! My man! This is great!” he exclaimed and grabbed his hand, pulling Michael into a hug rather than a handshake. Michael felt his heart skip a beat and he hugged Ray back.

“Hell yeah! Don’t worry. You’re going to fit right in. You’ll be the only actual achievement hunter. Everyone else just pisses about.” Michael laughed and Ray joined in. Michael could not stop smiling. Life was going to be great again.

And it was up until the point Ray came bursting into the office about a year or so later with the biggest grin on his face.

Geoff spun around to look at him and Ray’s smile was contagious, Geoff grinning as well.

“What’s got you so fucking happy, man?” he teased, tossing the closest thing to him at the Puerto Rican.

Ray caught the projectile, which was a stuffed version of Geoff’s minecraft character.

“I’ll have you know I finally got a chick on the side.” he said confidently. “She’s wonderful.”

Everyone clapped and congratulated the man, but as Michael stood up to go give Ray a pat on his back, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Michael forced a smile on his face as Ray beamed at him, happiness just radiating off the him.

“C-congrats.” Michael stuttered, turning to go sit back in his desk so they could finally start recording their let’s play.

Michael sat quietly over the next couple weeks, unable to really force himself to be happy for Ray. He laughed and joked when appropriate, but the feelings were not behind it.

Jack must have seen something off with Michael; probably from all that time where they lived together. He pulled the small man aside one day and sat him down in the conference room.

“Okay, Michael. What’s wrong?” Jack asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. Michael just stared back at Jack, a frown marring his face.

“Nothing, Jack.” he spoke after a moment's pause, turning his head to look to the left. Jack sighed and moved a chair in front of Michael.

“There’s nothing wrong, Jack.” he spat out, still refusing to look at the older man. Jack said nothing and let the silence eat at Michael. Moments passed before Michael started to shift in his spot. He dared a look up a Jack, before lowering his eyes. Jack’s face was full of understanding and compassion.

“It’s just….I thought I’d have a chance, yanno?” Michael finally said out loud, softly. Jack lifted his hand to Michael’s shoulder and rested it there. “I didn’t expect he’d come in with news that...that he…” Michael tried to speak, but his throat was starting to constrict, and his eyes starting to well up. He quickly pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I just want that, you know?” he said, looking up once more at Jack. Jack just smiled at him and pulled him close into an awkward hug. Michael fell forward into the embrace as he felt Jack’s arms wrap around him.

“I know how you feel, Michael. I know it’s not easy, but you need to give Ray this happiness. It will be hard, painful. Hell, you’ll feel like not wanting to wake up someday, staying in bed all day rather than coming into work. But you need to keep moving forwards.” Jack spoke softly, a hint of personal pain coming through. Michael caught on to it but said nothing. Jack’s words resonated in Michael and he grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt tightly in his fist. Jack only held on as he felt the younger man start to shake and his shirt start to become wet.

They stayed like that for minutes before Jack whispered to Michael that he would talk to Geoff about Michael needing to go home early. Michael mumbled a thank you and together headed back to the Achievement Hunter office. Michael packed his things and left, just catching a glimpse of Ray’s downhearted face.

Michael took Jack’s words to heart. He tried to smile more, laugh more. He became more involved in things, even starting up his own full plays again. He played more jokes in let's plays, becoming more active there with everyone, specially Gavin. It helped him take the edge away again from his own feelings for Ray, which he was now starting to feel recede once more. They fell back every time Ray laughed at something his girlfriend said or tweeted, with every picture he showed the guys of them.

When Michael felt like he was finally over it, Ray come into the office with downcast face. Immediately, Michael knew something was up. He got up and took the few steps towards Ray.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked quietly. Ray looked up and stared at Michael. His eyes were red and puffy and it looked like he did not sleep at all.

“I...s-she broke up with me.” Ray stuttered, clenching his eyes closed and hanging his head. Michael frowned and reached his arms out, developing Ray in a hug. Ray instantly wrapped his arms around Michael and his body started to shake. Michael held on to the boy tighter, starting to rub his back and whisper comforting words into his ear.

The door creaked open and Michael looked up and saw Jack peek his head in with a confused look on his face. Michael held a finger to give him a minute, and Jack nodded before closing the door again.

“You sure you want to come to work today? Geoff would understand.” Michael asked. Ray pulled back and out of Michael’s embrace, and Michael was sad to feel the warmth leave.

“Yea. I can’t handle being alone, you know? Figure I come be where I can at least laugh for a bit and just...pretend. Pretend things are normal, at least for a little bit?” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Michael nodded in understanding.

“Someone told me that you just need to keep moving forwards, past all the pain and shit. Don’t hide away in bed and stuff. Do what you are doing now. Be around those you care about.” Michael recalled. Ray sniffled and rubbed at his eyes.

“Yeah.” he simply said and smiled at Michael. Michael felt his heart clench again and he unconsciously brought his hand up to his chest as they were interrupted by a loud banging and the gents and Gavin bounding through the door, demanding to start recording before they fall behind schedule.

Michael kept an eye on Ray for the weeks following, making sure he did not fall into depression or anything. Ray was smiling more and being just his normal self within a week or so. Michael smiled every time he heard Ray laugh and it started to build up his courage. He was finally going to ask Ray out.

It was Saturday night, both of them staying home. Michael put on a pair of jeans that had no holes in them and one of his achieve shirts and picked up a single rose he had bought early the day. He took a sniff and wrinkled his nose.

Slowly, yet surely, he made his way out of his apartment and over to Ray’s, where he knew the other man was sitting and playing video games. He arrived at said apartment and knocked three times on the door.

Laughter met his ears before the door opened to show a small woman standing there, slight confusion on her face.

“Hi?” she spoke hesitantly. Ray’s head appeared from the corner of the wall and smiled at Michael. The girl looked at the rose that was in Michael’s hand. “What’s that? Is it...Ray! Did you get me a rose?” she asked, her voice rising slightly in excitement.

Ray looked between the girl and Michael, confused as well. The girl smiled at Michael and took the rose, bounding back to Ray and giving a kiss on the lips.

“You shouldn’t have, love!” she exclaimed and went off to find somewhere to put the rose.

Michael and Ray continued to stare at each other; Ray confused and Michael not able to breath.

“What was that? What was the rose, Michael?” Ray asked, standing up and walking towards Michael. Tears started to fall from Michael’s eyes with each step Ray took and he clenched his hands into fists, turning his knuckles white.

“God….fucking dammit Ray.” Michael ground out. “Who is she?”

Ray blinked.

“I...thought you knew? She’s my new girlfriend.” Ray supplied. Michael let out a choked sob. Girlfriend. He was too slow. He was just not right for Ray. Unwanted. Michael turned on his heels and ran out the door, slamming it behind him, not noticing a slip of paper fall to the floor where he once stood.

Ray frowned at the closed door and ignored his girlfriends question as he bent down to pick up the slip of paper. Ray gasped as he read it over.

I love you, Ray. From New York to Texas and beyond.

#Ragehappy #Raychael #thisandthensome #montescarpatus #rhss15

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kenezbian02 · 10 years

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carpathyah replied to your post: hellllooooooo what i...

Late to the party with Starbucks, I guess. :} (very late but it caught my attention sorry)

i reblogged it to get it attention because we were talking about it

plus you were late to the adam bandwagon anyway so i GUESS i'll forgive you ;)

#carpathyah #montescarpatus #love you

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kenzie-no-mc · 11 years

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@montes

did you mean to send that back to me privately cuz you could've published it if you wanted xoxo

#montescarpatus #carpathyah #not sure which tag you follow

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fuckyeahrtfanfic · 7 years

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Any Science-Fiction and/or Future type fics?? Any ship would be nice!! thanks!

Sci-Fi 1 Sci-Fi 2

Geoff/Michael

Paranoid Android by montes-carpatus

Summary: Michael Jones, a mechanical engineer, is in a relationship with Geoff Ramsey, a veteran of war and Cyborg. Geoff’s paranoia to be one day discovered by the government is inevitable and slowly begins to influence his partner into believing that they’re being watched. [PG]

WC: 2,884

[Tags: Angst, AU (Dystopia), Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Future, Science-Fiction]

Michael/Gavin

Him by beautifuloblivion

Summary: At first, Gavin isn’t sure what to think of the little bad-tempered AI, but soon he comes to realize that Michael is more than just a program.

But AIs don’t have emotions. They don’t have feelings. They aren’t human. Gavin can only pray that he’ll be able to change this. [PG]

WC: 12,014 - Complete

[Tags: Angst, AU (Modern), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Future, Science-Fiction, Series]

#Geoffmichael #angst #au #dystopia #established relationship #hurtcomfort #future #scifi #5000 #pg #montescarpatus #Michaelgavin #modern #fluff #series #complete #over10000 #beautifuloblivion #Anonymous

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fuckyeahrtfanfic · 7 years

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Do you have any Burnie burns and Ryan Haywood fics

Ryan/Burnie

The Magic of Mistletoe by montes-carpatus via ragehappysecretsanta

Summary: Magic had a way to clean up the mess it made when it came to falling in love. [PG]

WC: 3,155

[Tags: Fantasy, Fluff]

North Star by Emono

Summary: The King of Shadows himself, Burnie, has wanted Prince Ryan as his own for as long as the human has been alive. He bides his time, uses his mother’s magic mirror, and when the opportunity is rich he strikes. But one must not just abduct a future queen - one must also break him. [NC17]

WC: 3,404

T: Character Death, Dub/Non Con

[Tags: Angst, AU (Creature, Fantasy), Fantasy, MPreg, Smut, Violence]

Fell in Love Over a Cup of Coffee at Starbucks by montes-carpatus

Summary: You’re never too old for coffee dates at Starbucks. [PG13]

WC: 1,473

[Tags: Fluff]

I Wanna Be the One to Hold You in Your Sleep by NotLostAnymore

Summary: Burnie learns to appreciate the coldness of winter. [G]

WC: 1,119

[Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff]

Found a couple of Burnwood fics for ya anon! Hope you like!

-Kira

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fuckyeahrtfanfic · 9 years

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HP AUs 1 H PAUs 2

Ryan/Ray

Turn to Dust or To Gold by quackingfish

Summary: Ryan had spent the rest of the day looking forwards to hanging out with Ray again. Okay, that was partially a lie; he got distracted when Kerry literally poured poison all down himself and just sighed before sending Miles to grab an antidote, but that wasn’t his fault. Those guys could be seriously distracting, even when he was practically fucking pining.

WC: 3,029 - Complete

AU (Media)

Fluff

Friendship

Hurt/Comfort

Queer (Ace)

Series

Smut

PG13

501 - 1,000

1,001 - 5,000

- Professor Ave

#lostinparallel #sailorbryant #iaveinabox #montescarpatus #quackingfish #Ave

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ragehappysecretsanta · 9 years

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'Cause I'm a man first, and a wizard second.

Author: montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Recipient: gatorfever.tumblr.com

Summary: Hogwarts has a new Charms Professor, and catches the eye of the Transfiguration professor.

Warnings: Minor Magical Violence

Word Count: 3, 470

Ryan Haywood, now Professor Haywood, was gifted the position of teaching the Transfiguration classes, the hardest, most brutal class that all students had to take. Older students sighed in relief over the change of professor while the younger students found him intimidating and feared taking his class. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, and remembered very well being convinced he would be casted into Slytherin, but the Sorting Hat had a different outcome for him.

He had been successfully been teaching the class for a year when the announcement for a new Charms professor chimed through the Great Hall. Ryan, among other professors, wasn’t told about their new colleague.

“It all seems a bit sudden, for a new charms professor,” Ryan whispered to Geoff Ramsey, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. He became his closest companion over the year and while he was the Dark Arts Professor, he had too big of a heart to ever go to the dark side like past ones.

“It does, but, we have to continue classes, probably a temporary fix,” Geoff replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.

She presented herself with a grin and a thanks to the headmaster for giving her the opportunity. Meg Turney, a Gryffindor, would be teaching the Charms classes. She got a warm welcome from the students and she took her seat among the professors.

Ryan was captivated, open-mouthed in awe, as she walked to sit two seats down from his right. She shook hands with the professors next to her and smiled. Ryan couldn’t help but glance at her until she waved at him and his cheeks turned a shade of red while Geoff chuckled beside him.

Meg had proven to be an incredible professor with an admirable knowledge of her charms. Everything came with ease as she flicked her wand and sang the spells. She got along very well with the older students as she didn’t have to repeat how to swish and flick.

She was known to sit on her desk, her feet dangling off the edge as she held whatever she wanted on her hand before she either moved it or made an alteration. When it came to revising and studying for their O.W.L.s she spent time out of class to help her students with their difficulties.

Ryan found it beautiful of her, and if his imagination drifted for a little too long, he might as well be a half-cat, half-human hybrid in the middle of his own class. It didn’t take long to fix but it proved a good laugh to the students.

“And that is what happens when you don’t concentrate hard enough on your spell, don’t forget to read pages 124 to 130 for homework this weekend and do the assignment I’ve prepared for you. Class dismissed,” he announced as he fixed up his scrolls into his satchel for the next class.

“Professor Haywood is so in love with Professor Turney, it’s almost pathetic,” he heard a Slytherin student comment to his friend. He suddenly felt helpless, like he couldn’t keep his ribcage closed shut and the entire academy would know.

“I haven’t even spoken a word to her other than a hello, have a nice day,” Ryan confided in Geoff. Geoff was in his muggle-wear, a black t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. He sipped out of a flask. They sat together at the top of the north tower. Night was upon them and they could hear the creatures from the forest howl and cry. Ryan wore a thick sweater and trousers under his black robe.

“C’mon Haywood, you can do better than that, ask her out for coffee, a butterbeer,” he replied. Geoff was married and supposively knew much more about romance than him. “Impress her.”

“With what?” he asked.

“I don’t fucking know, you’re the Transfiguration professor, make up a new spell or something,” he took another sip from his flask, the whiskey getting caught on his mustache and shining in the moonlight.

Ryan leaned back to look up at the stars, wishing he wasn’t so afraid, so reluctant, to talk to her. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and without saying a word, lit a small flame at the tip. It was one of the few non-verbal charms he knew. It was so simple and only if he could do the same with his transfiguration spells it could possibly impress her.

After they parted, he saw a figure on the balcony he wasn’t familiar with at first sight; he didn’t have his glasses with him. He pulled out his wand and held it close to him.

“Who’s there?” he called out. The figure was lit up by some light.

“Ryan, it’s me, Meg, what are you doing out so late?” she asked as she walked closer to him. His heart dropped into his stomach.

“I-I couldn’t sleep, I was with Geoff,” he stuttered. She was dressed in a small dress and sneakers, her robe hung loosely and untied.

“I couldn’t sleep either. Care to walk with me?” she asked.

He followed her down the steps. “Ryan, do you think I’m a good professor?” her voice echoed down against the stone walls of the staircase.

“Of course you are, I’ve only heard the greatest things about you,” he answered, confused about her question. She was indeed chosen by the headmaster to teach the class and no one would ever doubt her choice.

“How are your classes doing? Must be extremely demanding to be the Transfiguration professor and be so, calm,” she continued. He chuckled to himself because calm was the last word to describe himself and his teaching skills.

“My students make it worth teaching, even when magic is slowly dying,” he replied with a sigh. She knew he was right. They couldn’t keep up with the muggle world, and magic being hidden to become part of it.

Their walk ended up in the paved grounds in front of the school, dew began to make its way across the grass. Their steps disturbed it under their shoes, leaving prints and the humidity to chill their feet. A yawn escaped her and caused him to yawn in return.

“Maybe we can finally get some rest,” she offered. They walked back into the building. Meg must’ve been exhausted because she constantly yawned. Ryan accompanied her back to her room near the Gryffindor dorms.

“Will you be alright going back to your chamber?” she asked him as she pulled out her wand to open the lock without a key. Another non-verbal spell.

“Of course I will. Goodnight Meg, see you in the morning,” he wished. She smiled up at him before reaching up to leave a kiss on his cheek before entering her room without saying another word. His fingers lightly touched his cheek before turning to go to his own room near his office.

He barely slept that night, proving a very difficult morning in class. Sometimes his thoughts shifted from his spell to Meg and he had proven that turning vinegar into wine only made apple cider. He wasn’t off and it took a couple of more tries to get it right.

Ryan stood in front of a large mirror in the middle of his office. His office was quite large with libraries along the walls from its past owner. Various antiques and objects messily covered his desk and other shelves that had either been turned and never put back or some have changed too many times to remember what it was originally. Books, opened, and scrolls littered the wooden floors alongside his chair and some around his mirror.

He had been reading and re-reading charms and Transfiguration spells that he had done before and can probably still do. He couldn’t turn into an animal at will, and maybe he could give it a go again. Maybe he can transform into the man he wish he could be for Meg. He was all powerful wizard, for God’s sake, and he being as small as a mouse.

He pushed up the sleeves of his robe and cleared his mind. He held on tightly to his wand despite the thin layer of sweat. He put all his energy into it and the change was almost painless. He kept his eyes closed as he felt his body being heavier, warmer, stronger.

He opened his eyes to see his results and almost screamed in surprise as he saw his reflection. He was hideous, terrifying, and nothing that he thought of. He was a beast with long sharp claws and the features of a werewolf with elements of pure demonic characteristics. He looked down and his clothes have been ripped and discarded. His wand... his wand was nowhere to be seen. He hunched over, using his long claws to find it but to no avail.

He screeched in frustration as he searched for an exit out of his office. He couldn’t be in the school. He couldn’t be there, anywhere, because who knew what he did to himself. He tried, but without his wand he was powerless to turn human again. He heard voices down the hall from his office and he managed to break through the window and jump out.

The fall was rougher than he thought and his knees hit the ground first and caused him so much pain that his throat let out another screech. He got back up and ran into the forest as far as he could. He hadn’t been in it since his student days. He was out of breath, his heart beating heavily in his chest and up to his ears. He wasn’t alone, he never expected to be alone. He awaited the other creatures and monsters. He found shelter in the overgrown roots of a willow.

He looked down at himself. His bottom half was hairy, a golden colour like the top of his head. His legs looked of those of a goat; hooves and all. He was desperate. What would the Academy and the Ministry think of him now? What would Meg think of him?

Meg. He had done this all to impress the woman his heart had set itself on. He clenched his fists and cursed his heart for making him do crazy things. He let out another loud screech and sunk deeper into the soil. He watched the sun slowly dip into the horizon and into twilight hour.

Meanwhile, the noise was enough to cause an uproar with the students and the staff. The students were ordered to stay in their house chambers for the remaining hours of the day. Geoff was first on the scene, his office was close to Ryan’s and heard the sound first. He had magically unlocked the door and walked in. He saw his robes piled on the floor with his wand a few feet away.

The other professors soon joined him, inspecting his office. They all heard it.

“Whatever it was, he went into the forest,” said Miles Luna, the Potions professor, as he looked out the window to see deep hoof footprints leading to the forest. The rest joined him to see the evidence. The headmaster called for an emergency search to start immediately.

As the professors headed towards the stairs, Geoff lightly grabbed Meg’s arm. She was tense, perhaps a bit intimidated by his Dark Arts aura. He handed her Ryan’s wand. Geoff picked up Ryan’s robes off the floor. She never asked him why or what he was thinking.

“I have a feeling I know what happened,” he replied as he followed the group. Meg walked closely beside him. Geoff was Ryan’s closest friend. He was the head of the Slytherin house and if one stared closely at his arms, they can see the designs move on his skin.

Ryan was famished as he walked deeper into the forest. He feared the sounds that came from all around him. He stumbled often on the vines and roots, scratching the palms of his hands. All his cries echoed into the air causing attention he didn’t want.

The spell began to infect his sanity as he heard himself growl at a small rodent and then leaped to catch it between his teeth. He devoured it whole. He shook himself back, disgusted with the taste of blood and fur in his mouth.

It must’ve been mid-day the next day when he heard the voices of his colleagues from far. He was both relieved but afraid when he heard the voice of his headmaster. He retreated into the shadows, debating to be found or allow himself to live forever as a beast. He circled around them from afar.

He spotted Meg and Geoff from far, he could never forget her long red hair. He was suddenly ashamed. He believed his mistake had costed him her admiration. He was drawn to her, to her voice and found himself getting closer and closer…

“Meg! Watch out!” yelled out a professor and immediately flashed a charmed a knockback jinx to push him away and into a tree. Ryan screeched before getting up. He wanted to say that he means no harm. Another painful shot was felt in his hip before he fell to the ground. They were trying to kill him, he knew these charms.

“Stop! Please! You’re hurting it,” Meg cried as she noticed that the beast wasn’t fighting back. Geoff held out his wand defensively in front of him, ready to act if there was any more movement. Ryan breathed heavily as he caught Geoff’s eyes. Geoff lowered his wand as he walked towards the beast, Meg followed close behind.

The others watched as Geoff draped the rob over its shoulders. Geoff could laugh at such a terrible transformation. Meg was confused to what Geoff was seeing.

Geoff raised his wand and stepped back, putting his arm in front of Meg to shield her. With a hard swish and long flick, he attempted to bring Ryan back to human form. It only half worked, as Ryan’s upper body was human and his bottom half was still deformed. Meg covered her mouth in shock.

“Wanna finish the rest? Or do you want to wait until you have pants on?” Geoff asked, trying to make Ryan smile through the pain of the large bruise that was appearing on his left shoulder. He was glad that the beast was Ryan himself and not what ate him instead. Ryan did smile and lightly nodded before he can feel the rest of his energy escape him.

He found himself in one of the beds in the hospital wing. His legs weren’t changed back yet and looked awkward under the covers.

“Ryan? You alright?” he heard her voice beside him. He turned his head to see Meg in the wooden chair. She looked painfully worried.

“Yeah,” he began. “I apologize to you and the Academy abo-”

“Shut up,” she interrupted. “It was an accident. Just, you didn’t have to run away like that.” She reached out to push some of his hair off his forehead. His heart sped up at her light touch.

“I couldn’t find my wand in time for you guys to check on me,” he explained. It didn’t erase the worry from her face as she darted back and forth from his face to his legs. “Can you pass me my wand?” She reached for his wand at the end of the bed and placed it in his right hand. She watched him wide-eyed as he twirled his wand and casted his counter-spell to bring his legs back to normal.

“How-How can you do that so easily?” she asked him, impressed. The awe in her face made him sink into his pillow a little more.

“Magic,” he grinned. She smiled, at him, with him. It didn’t matter because she was smiling, she was sitting there, in the flesh. She stayed with him until the nurses deemed him fit enough to teach again and he couldn’t be more grateful for her company.

As he passed students that Monday morning, he heard the dreaded snickering, the whispering, that could make him turn into a mouse. He felt foolish, and began to form an apology in his head. He must continue with his class, they were already a week behind and O.W.Ls were coming up.

“Did you impress Professor Turney?” a student asked loudly as he entered the class. “I’m sure she was delighted to see a cross between a goat and a demon at her office door.”

“Yes, well, she was very impressed, nothing attracts the ladies more than trying to be something you’re not. Now, please open your textbooks to page 203, we’re already late,” he tried began the class, remaining professional.

“Heard she stayed with you in the hospital wing, Professor. Don’t tell me nothing happened,” the student continued. Ryan rolled up the sleeves of his robe to start teaching the segment on Vanishing Spells, wishing he could use the spell on this particular student. God, he ‘loved’ teaching the older Slytherin students.

“Nothing had happened, and nothing will,” he said before taking a deep breath to ease his heartbeat. “Now, for the next few classes, we will be covering Vanishing Spells. These will be on your O.W.Ls so I hope you’re paying attention.”

He placed the living snail on the table in the center of the classroom, “Evanesco!” and the snail was gone. It was enough to silence them as they stared at the small snail in front of them to practice on.

He had heard the news that Meg was ill. Worried, he decided to pay her a visit at her office. He knocked first.

“Meg, is everything alright? I heard you were ill,” he called out. He heard the door unlock and watched it open before he walked in. He had never seen her office before but she had so many flowers, everywhere among her books and relics. He spotted a broken mirror, her wand on the floor, and his eyes connected the trail to the sofa, where he saw the witch under a blanket.

“I have done a grave mistake, I am really damn happy you’re here, Ryan,” she admitted. He closed the door and walked over to take a seat next to her.

“What have you done?” he teased. She pulled the blanket off her head to reveal that she had attempted to turn herself into a cat. Her hands were paws and her face had whiskers. Ryan began to chuckle when he noticed that her ears had transformed as well into orange cat ears.

“Laugh all you want, I haven’t done Transfiguration in years. I thought I would be able to fix this mess but I was only transforming more parts!” she cried as she rose from the sofa to show him her new tail that awkwardly snaked out of her trousers.

“How long did you expect to stay locked up in your office?” he asked, chuckling.

“I was gonna send you a howler, but I didn’t want to disrupt you during the exam preparations,” she bashfully replied. “I’m glad you’re here now.”

There was a moment of silence. “Is it impressive at least? A werecat. I would terrify the classes.” she shyly played with the tip of her tail.

He stood up and courageously put his hands on hers. “Very.”

He could’ve sworn she started purring.

He let go of her hands to pull out his wand and fix the little mess she made. Her human features returned. She no longer had a tail to play with or fuzzy ears.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she pulled him into her embrace. He hugged her back, pressing his face into her head. She smelled like lavender. He felt her shift in his arms and her head tilted to press her lips against his. It was surprising. It was exhilarating.

He was a man first, a wizard second, and the moment he felt her grab onto his robe he pulled her in closer for a deeper kiss. He had been daydreaming about this moment for weeks like a lovesick student. He could never admit that he never listened at the meetings, and only half-stared at her from his chair, waiting for her to speak. She was small, but he believed that she would take him down quicker than he could flick his wand. Powerful, assertive, compared to his awkwardness. He was close to giving up; he thought about it while he was lost in the forest. Giving up because he wasn’t a strong enough wizard for her.

When they pulled apart, he looked into her golden brown eyes and kissed her forehead.

“No amount of magic can pull me away,” he said quietly. She curled herself up in his chest, finding peace in his arms.

#Ragehappy #Turnwood #montescarpatus #gatorfever #rhss15

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fuckyeahrtfanfic · 10 years

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Rayvin 1 Rayvin 2

Ray/Gavin + Michael/Lindsay

Surprisingly by grapenight

Summary: Ray has a crappy start to high school. Things start to change when his family takes in an exchange student, Gavin.

WC: 63,984 - Complete

Angst

AU (School, Superhero)

Fluff

Friendship

Hurt/Comfort

Series

PG13

NC17

1,001 - 5,000

10,001+

- Pathiepie

#Character Death #Substance Abuse #rayvinrose #themaddestking #montescarpatus #calmwithinthestorm #grapenight #path

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Torn Jeans and the Crystal Mask

Author: montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Recipient: jazzemon.tumblr.com

Summary: There was something in how the younger man fascinated Mr. Haywood, he was always careful in his steps, in his words. He never spoke of family, or his daily life. He always turned the questions back on him. He left an air of mystery as his accent didn’t match the county he lived in.

Warnings: Swearing, mistreatment (?)

WordCount: 3, 155

Title: Torn Jeans and The Crystal Mask

Freewood

“We got an invitation!” the older step-brother shouted as the mail arrived that morning. His brother came to the door and read the letter out loud, declaring a masquerade party at the Haywood Mansion.

“This is incredible,” Ray shouted. His brother, Michael, agreed. Gavin, the son of the deceased parents that once owned the house had come out of the kitchen with a book in his hands. His mother had passed first, leaving his father in a continuous loop of trying to find someone to replace her and eventually got married to an American man who became the devil himself when his father died.

“What’s the shouting about?” Gavin asked, he had to keep pushing up the sleeves to his button up shirt. It was two sizes too big and once belonged to Michael.

“We’ve all been invited to a masquerade party at the Haywood Mansion,” Ray replied.

“All, but, not you!” Michael shouted at him. Gavin expected the outburst from Michael.

“It says all! I can at least come to this one!” Gavin countered.

“No Gavin,” a deep voice behind him said.

“I-I-I understand Mr. Burns,” Gavin gave in and went away. He walked the house made of marble. It was his fathers and now he felt like a stranger to the rooms and hallways. His room, once the second largest in the house had become a reading room and his room was moved to the attic. Not that he minded very much, it was quiet, except when Michael decided to use a broom to hit the ceiling. Gavin fell upon his bed, sad that he wouldn’t be able to go to another event.

He wanted to sleep, or take a nap, but Michael screaming for him to go out for groceries . Gavin sighed as he went to the front door, collected his money and picked up his bike and headed to the grocery store.

“Hey Dan,” Gavin greeted to the cashier at the store. Dan has been his friend since they were children and now they worked at the same grocery store together.

“Hey Gavin, not too bad at home?” he always asked. Making sure his friend never came to him with bruises.

“Have you heard about the big party at the Haywood Mansion?” Gavin asked as he counted the bills as he saw the total on the screen.

“Everyone has. My parents were invited. Parties aren’t really my forte,” Dan replied as he took the money from Gavin’s hand. “See you at your shift tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, see ya Dan!” Gavin picked up the bags and put them in the basket attached to the back of his bike. He didn’t match the neighbourhood he grew up in anymore. From where he rode, he could see the mansion on top of the hill. He sighed, he would never get the chance to get there.

“Gavin! Dust the dining room before your shift!”

“Gavin! My laundry has to be done!”

He was exhausted before his own shift. He put products on the shelf to his own pace. At least his step-relatives couldn’t bother him here. Dan would look at him from afar, watching his tired body put cans on the shelf. There was nothing he could do, at least, he thought there was nothing.

He dialed the number on his cellphone to Gavin’s favourite relative.

“I’m on my way,” the voice said on the other end.

“Thank you,” Dan replied before hanging up.

The date was coming closer and closer, and Gavin had gone through his wardrobe ten times to see if he could manage something decent to wear. He found the old suit he wore at his father’s funeral. It saddened him as he pulled it on. It fit him pretty decently. The arms were a little too short and the pants didn’t fit right. He didn’t have much a shirt left. He tried putting his messy hair into something manageable but it was no use. He heard a knock at his floor and he quickly changed out of the outfit and into his jeans and t-shirt.

“Do I look good?” Ray asked Gavin as they prepared themselves for the party.

“You always look good,” Gavin replied with fake enthusiasm. He was fixing up his bowtie to the best he could. It was a new one, the silk wasn’t something he owned before. He flattened out his jacket and removed any lingering hairs.

“I’ll get the eyes of Mr. Haywood,” Michael boasted as he fixed up his collar.

“No way, I will,” Ray countered.

“You both will get his eyes,” Mr. Burns announced as he came into the dressing room in his best attire. “Now, hurry, our ride will be here soon. Gavin, I hope you aren’t going in those rags.”

“Excuse me sir?” he asked.

“Well, I can’t take you anywhere if you think you can get away with wearing that.”

Gavin took his cue to rush up to his room to put on the outfit he put together and rush back down. He was glowing with hope until they all started laughing and he felt his heart fall into his stomach.

“Oh c’mon Gavin, did you really think we would let you come with us to the party?” Michael asked as he walked up to Gavin and ripped off his bowtie from his neck.

“Why do you have to be so sentimental?” Ray knowing very well the suit he was wearing was precious.

“I-I-You liars!” he shouted as he stepped back. Their laughs echoed in his ears until he fell back and laid on the ground in frustration and embarrassment that even trusted them for a minute. He heard the door close and the laughs fade. He laid on the cold tiled ground what felt like hours when he heard a car brake outside and the rushing of feet. He thought he was delusional when he heard the door unlock and voices.

“Ah shit, I got here too late!” he heard an older voice say. There was the sounds of a bag moving in the background of the voices.

“He’s still breathing, calm down,” a familiar voice said. Gavin tried sitting up but the light was too bright.

“Hey! Gavin, buddy! It’s me, Uncle Geoff, your Godfather,” he felt his cheek being slapped a little as big arms lifted him up. He opened his eyes and Dan and his Godfather were over him. “I can’t believe you wanted to go to the party in this old thing. C’mon, wake up you English prince, we’re getting you to that party.”

Gavin was lifted to his feet and brought to his room. “Put this on. We’re already late.” Gavin quickly put on the suit.

“I bloody told you it’ll fit!” Dan told Geoff as Gavin fixed himself up in the mirror. Geoff fixed up his hair the best he could.

“The final touch, can’t go to a masquerade party without a mask,” Geoff pulled a mask with a long pointed nose, very traditional and pristine white with crystal detailing. “Stupid fucking thing actually fits your nose.”

It was as if the mask was made for him and especially his nose.

“C’mon, it’s already ten, the party already started. I couldn’t get a limo for your big entrance but this will have to do,” Geoff said as they walked outside to see his old beat up Mustang from the 60s. They all got in and Geoff stepped on the gas. “Dan made you a fake invitation if you need it.” Dan slipped into Gavin’s hands. They got to the front gates.

“Now remember, when the clock strikes midnight, I’ll be picking you up.” Geoff warned him.

“Why?” Gavin asked.

“Because… just do what I tell you! I am your Godfather,” Geoff argued. Gavin nodded before leaving the car and rushing up the steps.

There was no need for an invitation for the part had already begun. His heart was beating a million miles an hour as he looked around at the unfamiliar masked faces. He was alone, unlike everyone else there. He heard whispering.

“Sir, care for a drink?” a butler asked and he nodded and took one. He walked around awkwardly around the room, thinking perhaps it was a mistake coming to this event without knowing anybody.

Little did he know that he had caught eyes with the host from across the room. The older man sipped the rest of his champagne and made his way through the crowd much to their stares to the young man who had entered late.

“Excuse me, but are you with anybody this evening?” he asked as he held out his hand. Gavin blushed like mad as he took it.

“No, but not anymore,” he replied.

There was something in how the younger man fascinated Mr. Haywood, he was always careful in his steps, in his words. He never spoke of family, or his daily life. He always turned the questions back on him. He left an air of mystery as his accent didn’t match the county he lived in.

“I think the music is too loud, we should get a place more private,” Mr. Haywood suggested. Gavin only followed him to the balcony. The air felt nice compared to the stuffy ballroom. “Tell me about yourself.”

“I am nothing special, Mr. Haywood,” Gavin said.

“Of course you know my identity, but behind that mask, you can be anyone.”

“I am merely someone trying to escape reality for one evening.”

Mr. Haywood heart was struck by the sincere words. Whatever this young man’s life was, he wanted take him out of it. Take him home. Take care of him. His green eyes held so much life.

“At least give me one dance,” Mr. Haywood asked. Gavin obliged and the man put his hand on his waist and his own on his shoulder. They danced to the music from inside. Mr. Haywood pulled him closer to himself. Gavin’s heart couldn’t calm down and at the nonexistent space between them he was sure that he felt it.

Gavin felt like he was in a dream. A lucid dream about going to the fanciest party he could imagine. To be part of a fairy tale of meeting his saviour in a castle. He didn’t know how long it could last but he’ll absorb it all while he could still move his legs.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he had to pause the dance to check that it was in fact midnight and he had to go.

“I am terribly sorry, please, we’ll meet again someday, good evening,” Gavin broke away and ran across the room. He could feel the ribbon from his mask loosen and it slipped off his face and fell. Mr. Haywood was calling behind him and he left the mask behind him and rushed into Geoff’s car and drove away.

“Did you lose your mask? You idiot!” Geoff yelled at him.

“I swear it wasn’t my fault,” Gavin defended as he pulled on his seatbelt.

“How did it go?” Geoff asked.

“I danced with Mr. Haywood himself,” he smiled sheepishly. It really felt like a dream and the words coming out of his mouth made it feel even more unrealistic.

“You lucky son-of-a-bitch. Anyways, your step-father called the house once for you and Dan managed to answer with his best impression of you and you’re on the clear, for now, but he’s going to be home any time now and you’re still in your suit, got that?” Geoff spoke quickly. Gavin could only nod in response. Geoff dropped him off at his house and he quickly unlocked the door and rushed to his room, pulling off the jacket and shirt as fast as he could off his body and slipping on his pyjama pants over his pants. He heard the door open and his name being called. His quickly shoved the clothes in his closet and pulled on a t-shirt. He calmly walked down the steps to greet his relatives.

“Had a good evening?” he asked while yawning.

“Oh, you’re home. There was someone at the party that looked like you, but like a real prince,” Ray told him.

“That’s nice, but I’ve been at home all this time, I have a shift tomorrow,” Gavin countered. Mr. Burns looked at him carefully and didn’t say a word. He was excused to go back to bed. Gavin sat back in his bed, feeling the pants fit uncomfortably under his pyjamas, but it was a close call.

‘Did you make it home on time?’Dan texted him.

‘Yeah’, Gavin texted back. He slipped out of his pants and carefully hid the suit in a box.

Meanwhile, Mr. Haywood picked up the mask from the ground, running his fingers over the crystals. He was going to find him, no matter what it took. The rest of his guests stared at him as he held the mask tightly in his hands. He cursed himself for never getting his name.

“Have you heard? Mr. Haywood is looking for the mysterious young man with the mask from his party,” a woman mentioned as Gavin helped bagged groceries at the cash. Dan could barely contain his smile as he told them their price and give them their change.

“Look who’s making the news,” Dan whispered.

“Shut up,” Gavin blushed.

Gavin hadn’t stopped thinking about that evening and how much he could love Mr. Haywood if they could spend more time together. He would be more of an escape, he would be a dream. A week had passed and more rumours circled around the neighbourhood in search of the man whose nose could fit the mask. Many had tried, none had succeeded to date.

While Gavin was getting ready for work, with his apron around his body and his dirty jeans and his cleanest white shirt under his old plaid-shirt when there was a knock on the door. He slipped on his sneakers and opened the door. Surprised to see Mr. Haywood in front of him with the mask.

“Mr. Haywood! Don’t mind him, he’s going off to work, may I help you?” Mr. Burns greeted. Gavin let the man in. Mr. Haywood didn’t drop his eyes from him. Gavin felt embarrassed not being in his best to present himself to the man. “Gavin, you may leave.” Mr. Burns directed.

“No, let him stay. I have to make sure.” Mr. Haywood replied. Gavin, wide-eyed and and nervous, closed the door. Gavin didn’t dare speak a word.

Mr. Burns made Michael and Ray try on the mask first. Michael’s head was too large and it could barely sit on his face properly. Ray’s nose was very much too small and it slipped down. Gavin gulped as the mask was placed on his face as comfortably as that evening. The ribbon tied perfectly around his head.

“Those eyes, I can’t forget eyes that green in my life,” Mr. Haywood smiled. Gavin could hear the shock over his step-father’s face. “Talk to me, like you did that evening.”

“Now that you ask, I have many things to say,” Gavin replied. His accent was unforgettable. Mr. Haywood could dance again, to find the young man in the mask. As the older man stood up, Gavin slipped off the mask and rushed to the door. “But please, I’m already late for my shift.”

“Wait, before you go,” Mr. Haywood followed him out of the house. Gavin stopped in his steps.

“Gavin, my name is Gavin David Free, my shift ends in six hours, I work at the grocery store on the 6th avenue,” he teased before he took his bike and pedaled away. He hated himself for being such a tease but his heart was overworking and he didn’t think he would be able to last very long. He needed to see Dan.

“Why the hell are you here then?!” Dan shouted as Gavin took a box to put on the shelf.

“I couldn’t! I’ve met the guy once, and now we’re hopelessly in love. This isn’t a fairy tale, and I still have my own life to tend to,” Gavin argued, not caring about the customers around them.

“Should’ve stayed and bloody spoke to him! You have no excuse being here,” Dan argued.

There was no convincing him otherwise and Dan was frustrated, but as the clock struck eight pm for their shifts to end, Gavin was already out on the sidewalk when the car pulled over.

“Hey,” Mr. Haywood greeted as he sat next to him on the steps. “Call me Ryan, please, Gavin.”

“Okay, Ryan, listen, I’m sorry I broke the whole magical aspect of our meeting, but, there’s so much to tell you. You could be my escape, but I don’t want only that. I really like you, I could love you,” Gavin took a deep breath as he spoke too fast.

“It’s okay, one step at a time, but I want you out of that home,” Ryan explained. Gavin was first to place a kiss on Ryan’s lips. “Take your life into your own hands.” Ryan whispered through his lips. Gavin knew he was right.

That evening, he didn’t even bother taking off his shoes when he started to pack his boxes.

“What are you doing?!” Mr. Burns asked as he heard the boxes gather up.

“I am leaving this place, I’m moving in with Geoff, my Godfather,” he announced. With that, Geoff came through the door to help with his boxes.

“Yup, about time too,” Geoff said as he brought boxes to his car. Mr. Burns was quiet, watching Gavin leave his childhood home.

“And Mr. Haywood?”

“Oh, we’re together, nice gentleman if you ask me. Though, still working out some flaws,” Gavin shrugged as he genuinely chuckled in years.

“No need to rush,” Ryan said as he pushed up his sleeves to help with the remaining boxes. He placed a kiss on Gavin cheek before heading out the door. When all was done he shut the door behind him and walked into the moonlight he never got to see.

‘Thank you Dan, see you tomorrow?’ Gavin texted his best friend.

‘3pm-8pm’ Dan texted back. Gavin chuckled at the usual response.

Gavin couldn’t leave Dan behind, never in a million years. Geoff couldn’t let him go once he was in his apartment with him. Geoff had told him he had tried for years to get him to leave, but he was caught in a loop of numbness that he couldn’t shake him out of.

Ryan was a whole new chapter, they had a date that Saturday night, and Gavin could finally open up a little more about him. There was no longer a mask to hide himself and while he was anxious, the rich man loved him through the rags and worn out sneakers. It wasn’t a true fairy tale ending, but it was the start of a new novel.

#Ragehappy #Freewood #montescarpatus #jazzemon #rhss14

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Your First

Author: montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Recipient: upperclassredneck.tumblr.com

Summary: There wasn’t anything more melancholic than a sunny sky with a light breeze, as he wore his favourite pair of red Chuck Taylor’s and his glasses were settled perfectly on his nose. His friend, his best friend, his childhood friend, was declaring that he’ll be starting senior high in 3 months.

Warnings: none

WordCount: 1,469

Title: Your First Raywood

There wasn’t anything more melancholic than a sunny sky with a light breeze, as he wore his favourite pair of red Chuck Taylor’s and his glasses were settled perfectly on his nose. His friend, his best friend, his childhood friend, was declaring that he’ll be starting senior high in 3 months.

Oh. He kept forgetting about that age difference. An age difference big enough to keep them from attending the same school for a few years before they were off to their own devices. This year was great, having him by his side in between classes and seeing his face at their lunch break. Having him over after school to help him with homework he had already done.

“Don’t be like that, you’ll catch up with me, like always,” he said with a smile on his face. Ray wasn’t feeling it this time around. This was high school, and Ryan was already growing into looking like a handsome young man. and he still looked like he was twelve. It wasn’t fair but, nothing was going to be fair anymore.

That fall, Ray walked out of his mathematics class, looking up and down the hall to meet up with Ryan, but he wasn’t there, and he should’ve known better. His day felt empty, and he would say hi to his classmates like they were his friends, and he tried so hard to let him into his life but they just couldn’t get through and became distractions for when Ryan wasn’t there.

“You can’t just have me Ray, I know it’s hard to make new friends but we’ve done it before,” Ryan told him as he laid on Ray’s bed with a copy of Shakespeare in his hands. Ryan was studying in the theatre club, and there were evenings he didn’t show up, leaving the hole in Ray’s heart a little deeper.

“Why do I need new friends if I have you?” Ray argued as he tried to work on his algebra homework. He had Ryan’s old notes in front of him, but sometimes the writing got so bad that he could barely decode numbers.

“Don’t think like that,” Ryan said as he turned the page and mumbled the lines .

Theatre club took most of his time by November and Ray was left with nothing to do after school. It would be two years of torturous times of dancing around in circles around each other. Weekends were the truest days. as he heard the doorbell ring at 11am on the dot and Ryan would walk in to spend time with his best friend.

He had to give Ryan that much credit for coming over whenever he had free time. He didn’t abandon him and probably knew how much he was hurting from not having him around during the week. Ryan would bring his weekend homework there, and even though they could spend hours not talking to the other, it was the comforting presence of the other.

A new thing had started, Ryan’s cell-phone would not stop buzzing.

“Who keeps messaging you?” Ray asked as his phone had vibrated for the tenth time in half an hour.

“People.”

“People?”

“People.” Ryan repeated and it was let go as he put it on silent. Ryan tried to ignore them but he took his phone, texted away for about five minutes and then put the phone away. He had never Ryan respond so vaguely before.

“Tell me I’m still your first,” Ray pleaded one Friday evening after Ryan was on the phone with someone. Ryan looked at him with big blue eyes. as if he broke a mirror.

“You’re still my first,” Ryan assured. “Look.” He brought up his phone, and there was Ray’s name and number under his favourites. Ray’s heart skipped a beat as Ryan smiled.

What was the point of being so paranoid about this?

“You’ll always be my first,” Ryan said as he leaned on Ray’s shoulder. The older man was heavy and bigger but Ray didn’t care when his shoulder started to ache to keep him up. It was getting late and Ryan should be on his way home, but he showed no signs of moving from his side and Ray couldn’t complain. They have stayed up late some nights before, and this was nothing new. Hell, Ryan sometimes left clothes behind so Ray could put them away, giving him a promise that he’ll stay the night.

They would share Ray’s bed, and while they weren’t romantically involved, there was nothing nicer than the feeling of Ryan’s gentle snore next to him. Ray would fall asleep after him and Ryan would be up first.

Ray thought that perhaps they were getting too old for sharing a bed. They were no longer children when it was adorable. Ryan’s legs were longer than the bed, leaving him to curl his ankles near Ray’s. He always wondered if Ryan was aware what he was still doing. He rather not ask.

The months went on and Ryan was still committed to seeing him, through all the rehearsals and memorizing lines. Ray felt like he was nothing special compared to hearing Ryan recite poetry to him.

“You’re growing out your hair,” Ryan mentioned. Ray had stopped caring about his hair a while ago, probably his teenager rebellion kicking in.

“So’re you.” Ray replied, seeing the curls that could make anyone jealous around his face.

Ryan chuckled as he continued his math homework. Ray pulled his hat more over his ears and pushing his hair out of his face.

“You coming to my play?” Ryan asked.

“No shit I am, wouldn’t want to not see you recite Shakespeare,” Ray replied sarcastically.

Ray hadn’t been to the high school yet, and walking through the doors felt weird. He would be attending soon, but he never thought of walking through the doors before. He found a place and sat down. Many parents were there along with other students.

And then it happened, as the spotlights turned on and the curtains opened. There were awes and squeals from female classmates as Ryan stepped on stage in appropriate costume as he acted out Hamlet lines. His voice, deep and full of emotion left Ray with a big smile on his face as he caught his eyes many times. Ryan’s movement in his acting was flawless.

“What did you think?” Ryan asked as he rushed offstage with his make up still on but in his usual t-shirt and jeans. There was a group of Ryan’s friends trying to get him to follow them.

Ray understood now all the friends that Ryan had made, and he couldn’t complete a sentence without a girl giving him a flower or telling him congratulations on his performance.

It was only when he entered the high school that he saw how popular Ryan was. Ryan would rush to see him at lunch, and excuse himself for being so late to have the bell ring only as he sat down.

Ray began to avoid Ryan. For the selfish reason that he thought he wasn’t cool enough to hang with Ryan anymore. He saw his friends, he learned who they were, who Ryan was then. He had become the most popular guy in the high school, and Ray was the one to have max 3 classmates who hung out with him when Ryan wasn’t around. They were on different poles of the social status.

“Stop avoiding me. I haven’t changed,” Ryan begged as he caught him in between classes. Ray tried to slip under his arm but Ryan was quick to block him.

“Oh, sorry Mr. Popular,” he snaked through and ran off to his next class.

“Ray, please,” Ryan continued to chase after him. It had become this pulling and pushing. Freshman versus Junior, and no one was winning. “Why can’t you understand that I still want to hang out with you?”

“You’re better off without me,” Ray began to say as everyone walked passed them on their way to lunch.

“That’s not true.”

“You’re too cool.”

“And you’re cool too. You’ll always be my first.”

“You’re lying.”

“Can you stop and listen to me for a second?” Ryan raised his voice. Ray wanted to open his mouth but stopped. “These friends, these things, are nothing compared to having you as my friend. Now, come to lunch with me, and it’ll be only me, I promise.”

Ray tried to look like he wasn’t about to cry as Ryan put his arms around his shoulder and shushed everyone who asked if they wanted to hang out for lunch.

“I am having lunch with my best friend,” he told them. Some were shocked when they learned they weren’t number one on his list but it gave Ray a sense of pride knowing that he was truly, his first.

#Ragehappy #Raywood #montescarpatus #upperclassredneck #rhss14

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The Magic of Mistletoe

Author: http://montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://lalzinator.tumblr.com

Summary: Magic had a way to clean up the mess it made when it came to falling in love.

Warnings: PG for language

WordCount: 3,155

Title: The Magic of Mistletoe Ship: Burnwood

Only at the Rooster Teeth office could magic be used to be mischievous. Sparklers could go off under Gavin’s chair at any moment by anyone in the office or someone would send ribbons to be tied around the curls of Geoff’s mustache. They could broadcast their podcast anywhere in the world (if they all worked together in unison) or they could make the ceiling twinkle like a summer sky to calm all their stressed and overworked heads when the busy season was upon everyone.

Though, there was magic that couldn’t be flicked with a finger or wand. There was the magic of falling in love that believed to be witchcraft on its own. The body would wish magic on its own and suddenly the other person would have letters from the mind and onto the walls of their office. It wasn’t always the case and some were better at controlling their magic than others.

“Ryan! I swear to Christ,” Burnie’s voice was heard from down the hall. Ryan was running late for their segment on The Patch. Ryan had texted him twenty minutes ago that he’ll be ready in ten. Burnie was on his way to the Achievement Hunter office to give him a piece of his mind before he would cast for the words YOU’RE LATE in leaking red magical blood on his wall. He was right about to open the door when the door opened and Ryan was there.

“Hey Burnie, I’m here now,” Ryan grinned.

“About fucking time, c’mon!” he took Ryan from the shoulders and pushed him to the set. Ray was the third person this week, and he wasn’t nagging at all about how late he’ll be staying, he was just playing a game of Tetris on his cellphone.

The Patch went on as usual until the conversation took a turn of passive aggressive flirting that wasn’t part of any topic. Ray was stuck in the middle of the two older men “jokingly” teasing each other.

“Okay, well, there goes our talk about the new update for the Playstation 4,” Ray announced to the camera as he tried to get them to stop. He magically put duct tape on their mouths to stop them. Ryan and Burnie were taken by surprise as Ryan magically spritzed water on Ray’s face. “I swear to Christ.”

Once they calmed down, Ray forcefully ripped off the tape that left a red mark and some hairs missing. They continued their talk, having to add another ten minutes to their live broadcast. It had become a more than regular thing between the two older men and it had creeped into their lives even off-set. Sometimes, it would be funny, with pranks on both ends, and then there were days that there could be an electrical storm between the two and the Achievement Hunter employees would witness Ryan sigh at his computer screen or at his keyboard and get up to face Burnie in the flesh, pushing his chair 5 feet behind him and slamming the door loud enough to shake the office.

“Can you not salt my coffee?” Ryan asked as he opened Burnie’s office door, never thinking he could’ve been in a call or a meeting. Burnie looked up from his laptop with an innocent look in his eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Burnie responded. Ryan, knowing the man well enough by now, could see right through him. No magic was needed.

“Burnie,” Ryan started, twirling his finger or bring twines up around Burnie’s body to tie him to the chair. “You know how I play.”

“You know how I play too.”

Ryan’s face felt funny, and he looked down and saw that he had whiskers. He wanted to be mad but he just started meowing. Burnie chuckled. They couldn’t keep a straight face before they started laughing and Ryan’s salted coffee was forgiven.

Ryan left his office and went back to his seat, hearing Burnie screaming to let him go. At least he looked like a cat and was not tied to his chair.

“You two fight like a married couple,” Geoff mentioned as he sipped on his coffee as Ryan walked back in from another “fight” between him and Burnie. Ryan looked at him and shrugged before he sat back down on his chair and went back to editing. Geoff went back to his chair, knowing Burnie better than Ryan, and this fighting wasn’t going to end well for either of them.

They have become the Michael and Gavin of The Patch, arguing and magically throwing glitter at each other or setting fireworks in the office. Except, they believed they were handling it like adults, as Burnie teleported a cow into Ryan’s office.

“God fucking dammit Burnie!” Ryan shouted as the cow was in the middle of his office. He wiggled his fingers and concentrated as the cow disappeared.

Austin wasn’t known for snow, and as December was among them, the grass was still as green and the air only cold enough for thick sweaters and perhaps a scarf, but nothing more. The second week of the month was the annual Christmas party and much of the staff was expected to be there. Ryan felt like he should go, as he had gone very year before that. Though, he thought of Burnie (and he hadn’t had the time to keep his mind off of him anyways) and maybe be a little funny and went through his closet for the ugly sweater he had kept away all these years. He pulled it over his head and was forgot how much bigger it was. He rolled up the long sleeves and fixed his air before being satisfied with his looks.

“Nice sweater, asshole,” Burnie called out from across the room and Ryan lifted his glass in content. His champagne magically kept cold. Burnie was happy to see him, and he admitted that the sweater wasn’t that ugly, despite Ryan arguing that the green didn’t do him justice.

Like any party that Burnie hosted, the drinks floated around the room for someone to catch them. Mistletoe would appear and disappear and everyone would get a laugh as Miles would chase Kerry for a kiss or Barbara would print bright pink marks on the cheeks of whoever she ended up with and put it up on Instagram. Ryan accepted a few shots with Michael as he took them down like a champ, denying that he was feeling a little tipsy. Glitter fell from the ceiling and the amount of magic that night was more than any fairy tale book could imagine. The pieces of cake would turn into any flavour they wished and the candy canes were curling.

“Having fun?” Ryan asked Burnie, as he chugged down another glass of wine.

“Oh yeah! Having a blast! On my seventh glass of wine and I could kiss somebody,” he laughed. With that, the mistletoe appeared over their heads and jingled to signal that it was indeed there. “Uh.”

They could hear snickering as Gavin whistled for them to finally get it over with but they said they wouldn’t do it even if anyone paid them a million dollars. Barbara was somewhere in the crowd trying to push them together but they wouldn’t do it.

Though, the mistletoe was bound to them and no matter how many literal spells they said or the need of a wand, it would not leave them alone. It would jingle time to time, and when Ryan would try to teleport to somewhere else, it would hover his head. It couldn’t escape them.

Magic didn’t play around with a lot of things, love was one of them, though they were in denial that anything was possible between them. After a couple of more drinks, and how the lights on the walls and on the tree seemed to move with their alcohol consumption, they had grown grumpy and Ryan was the first to announce he was going to go call a cab. Burnie followed behind him, wanting to make sure he would be safe (he might as well been just as drunk as Ryan). The night was cold and despite Burnie having a suit coat on, he was a bit chilly but he cheeks were very much warmer.

“I can’t get rid of this fucking thing,” Ryan shouted in the parking lot as he tried to swat the mistletoe from his head. “It doesn’t want to understand that we could never be a thing! That being with you would be the last thing I would ever want. We will rip our heads off!” he shouted. Burnie listened carefully, feeling a sting from his words.

“Hey! What’s wrong with dating me?” Burnie shouted back. Ryan looked at him before pushing some hair out of his face.

“Nothing, everything, I don’t know,” Ryan bashfully attempted to prove that he wasn’t trying to hurt him.

“How drunk are you?” Burnie asked.

“Pretty drunk,” Ryan admitted. His head was spinning and his blood was boiling. All he wanted was to get home and remove his ugly sweater. Burnie took a deep breath and prayed Ryan won’t remember how he got rid of the mistletoe. Ryan could barely stand up straight when Burnie cupped his face and kissed him, lingering for a few moments before pulling away. He looked into Ryan’s drunken eyes. He pulled up a finger and his mouth opened to spill out: “I might be drunk but that was nice. Is the mistletoe gone now?”

Burnie looked up and for sure they were gone, “Yeah.” They stood silent until it was clear that they needed a cab home. They helped each other into the car and Ryan was falling asleep. Burnie looked over to him with a pounding in his heart and his head. His magic was a mess, and he watched his drunken state fix Ryan’s sleeves. He was probably changing colours from purple to bright red. Maybe he was making it snow (because he was watching white flecks falling from the sky without a cloud to rain them down) and he thanked magic itself to stabilize the mess people made with it. The tree could’ve been licorice by now but they were still natural trees.

“Clean this up, magic,” Burnie mumbled as they reached his house and Ryan was asleep. He paid the driver with whatever bills he had in his pocket and pulled Ryan out of the cab. He was disoriented and half-tripping on his feet. The snow was piling up as Burnie managed to open the door and bring Ryan upstairs to his bedroom, using whatever control he had left of his magic to take his shoes and his thick heavy sweater. He took off his own jacket and a few uncomfortable layers before slipping into his side of the bed.

When Burnie woke up that morning, he hadn’t forgotten. The taste of Ryan’s lips lingered on his lips and he just wanted to erase it. He pulled his pillow over his head and groaned. He stayed like that until he felt the man on the other side of the bed move and wake up.

“Where am I?” Ryan groaned.

“In my bed,” Burnie responded. Ryan turned around to face Burnie. His hair was a mess, he was bare-chested under the sheet, and his half-lidded eyes …

“Did we fuck?” he mumbled as he yawned. He didn’t look too concerned.

“No,” Burnie replied as he turned around to get out of bed. His head spun and he desperately needed water and some Tylenol. He waved his finger a little and the pills and the glass of water was on his dresser, ready to be consumed. He chugged down the water with the pills.

“You kissed me last night,” Ryan said as he got up from the bed. Burnie was frozen in place. He turned towards him and Ryan was sitting up in bed looking up at him.

“I didn’t kiss you,” he lied on the spot.

“Then, how did we manage to get the mistletoe off our heads?” Ryan questioned.

“Gus managed to magically get rid of it,” Burnie continued his lie. He walked out of the room, trying to avoid more of f the story. His magic was still as awful as it was last night, because he didn’t start the coffee machine like he thought but started the juicer instead. He gave up on trying to get the spoon to pick up the coffee grounds and just decided to do it himself.

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?”he heard Ryan shout from upstairs.

“Whatever you want,” he replied as he watched the coffee machine do its thing.

It must’ve been the worse thing he agreed to because Ryan came downstairs with a black t-shirt from his closet, obviously a few sizes too big for his frame. It was Ryan, in his shirt.

“To be honest Burnie, I remember you kissing me.”

“You were pretty drunk, which is why I brought you home. You were about to leave for a cab but you were stumbling like an asshole,” Burnie said as he poured a cup for Ryan.

“Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t remember.” Ryan countered as he sat down to drink the offered coffee. Burnie stayed silent. Maybe he should play dumb.

The atmosphere had changed at the office because Burnie was avoiding Ryan like he had the plague. He would usually direct other people to be on the Patch other than himself.

Ryan concluded that Burnie remembered as well and he was just afraid to admit it. The feeling of Burnie’s hands on his cheeks made his heart hiccup and his magic jump in its matrix and suddenly his soda can was over fizzing all over his desk.

The amount of times he had stood in front of Burnie’s door was countless. He would press his fingers to the door and imagine flowers growing from the walls in his office, hearing Burnie get up as the scent of the roses filled up the room. Burnie opened the door but whoever left the flowers was already gone.

Every morning, Burnie would find a cup of warm coffee on his desk; a never ending cup of coffee. He wanted to return the favor but as he moved his finger, he would manage a mess and wish it away.

Ryan continued to play with his magic whenever he can, leaving flowers everywhere for Burnie, always making sure he was laughing somehow. He put ribbon around his chair and made his office ceiling a cloudless night in Alaska. Burnie would look up as his lamp went dark and he felt a chill. The stars twinkled like he never saw before in magical form and he was in love. He never wanted it to fade.

The closer they got to Christmas, the more Ryan wanted to step up his game. He leaned back in his chair as he groaned because he couldn’t concentrate on his editing and his fingers were sparking and there was snow falling from the ceiling.

“Ryan’s in love,” Gavin cooed as he was setting up a Play Pals with Michael.

“Shut up Gavin.”

“No, this isn’t just anyone he’s in love with. He’s in love with Burnie, and they kissed, probably fucked and now Burnie’s being a little bitch,” Michael replied. Geoff chuckled.

“We didn’t fuck,” Ryan replied as he tried messing up their set up.

“Nothing says you two are a thing like you wearing Burnie’s black t-shirt for the last two weeks,” Geoff added. “And you two kissed, both of you were loud as dicks in the parking lot. That mistletoe couldn’t disappear on its own. You both know how magic works.”

Ryan covered his blushing face with his hands. He kept purposely forgetting that he still had Burnie’s shirt and he had brought it home with him.

“Go do something about it, we’re off for a week after today,” Geoff said as he pulled Ryan’s chair from under him. Geoff had made him a suit jacket and a bouquet of flowers. Gavin magically returned the dreaded mistletoe.

Ryan got out of the room and jogged over to Burnie’s office, wanting to turn the knob but stepping back, taking deep breaths and walking back and forth. The mistletoe jingling over his head. He was ready to turn the knob when the door opened on its own, and Burnie’s office was still the mess he created that morning.

“Wasn’t this supposed to disappear by now?” was the first thing he asked. Burnie was at a lost for words, seeing Ryan in front of him with flowers in his hands and a casual suit jacket.

It was clear both their hearts were beating faster than they can control their magic as the night sky above them was developing clouds and it started to storm in his office; the wind slamming the door behind him. Ryan’s flowers were dying and reviving again and again. The mistletoe above him was jingling. He walked through the snow to get to Burnie to get him to kiss him under the mistletoe.

Magic wasn’t one to play around with love. There was no spell to un-do love, no witchcraft to get them to fall in love with you back, no spell to rip their heart of their chest. Magic was the one to make messes even bigger when two people in love with the other were in the same room. The flowers that grew out of the wall were now frozen and Ryan was cupping Burnie’s face as he kissed him and all the sensations could’ve moved the moon itself. Burnie was pulling on his jacket as he pulled him closer as Ryan was over him. The mistletoe was gone but the bells remained and it sounded like church bells were in the building. The sound vibrations rang to the beat of their hearts. Ryan pulled away as his back was cold from all the snow and his fingers were going numb. Burnie wanted Ryan to stay where he was, because snow was collecting on their heads and the sight was too beautiful to pass up.

“I couldn’t forget it,” Burnie admitted.

“Me neither,” Ryan shivered.

Magic could clean up itself in mysterious ways and when they kissed again for the reason that they never wanted to let the other go (and the room was freezing). The snow calmed down and the flowers disappeared. The church bells seemed like they were a storm passing and the employees weren’t sure what just happened but the magical energy had temporary changed. Magic cleaned itself up, but time left the history as the room smelled of roses and the carpet was still damp. The mistletoe was temporary gone, but once in a while, over the last few weeks of the holidays, it had come back to bring happiness more than uncertainty between the two men.

#Ragehappy #Burnwood #montescarpatus #lalzinator #rhss14

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The Romanticization of Two High School Boys Falling in Love

Author: http://montes-carpatus.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://slowmobaes.tumblr.com

Summary: It was only at this late hour of the day, when they can be freely together in the silence of knowing that not many students were still left in the school.

Warnings: None, Some sexual references?

WordCount: 1,790

Title: The Romanticization of Two High School Boys Falling in Love

They kept each other a secret from the rest of their small world. His laughter echoed in the empty hall as he was happy to see his favourite person back from practice. His brown curls were ready to burst under his black beanie and his uniform was a mess from changing out of his gear. His glasses were a little smudged but he didn’t care much about it. His more-than-friend spoke with a different accent, with his shoelaces untied and his hair was never brushed.

“C’mon, my mom already called me like, five times, I gotta get home,” Michael said as he fingers were intertwined with the younger boys’, as they walked down the hall to get to their lockers. The snow was falling outside, and the hallways had gotten cold. His sweater was warm, but not warm enough.

It was only at this late hour of the day, when they can be freely together in the silence of knowing that not many students were still left in the school. There wouldn’t be any judgement or gossip. After all, it was their business. Michael wished he was older, when people might understand better, but at seventeen, he would just have to zip his lips.

Gavin was the one to cause him chaos. The minute he stepped into his class, he just wanted nothing to do with him. What would an English boy want to do in English Literature? The seat next to him was the only one empty and he ended up with a boy who would squawk like a bird whenever he got angry at him. Somehow, they became inseparable and the English kid became his best friend.

It started when he noticed how much attention he would call to himself because of his foreign accent. Mostly, the girls. He didn’t understand at first why his stomach would flop or he felt like he needed to pull him away from them. He should be happy right? Getting all the girls…

“It’s the last day of school before the holidays, my boy, no need to rush,” Gavin swung their hands as they walked.

It took him weeks to figure out that he was crushing on his friend. He wanted to hide, he wanted to run. He believed that it was ridiculous of him to find love in a boy that probably saw him only as a friend. He hid it well, he was a good actor. He enrolled for the soccer team and filled his head with the idiot telling him it was “football” and not soccer. He couldn’t escape it and might as well live with the sinking feeling of having a crush on a probable straight classmate.

He didn’t remember exactly they had gotten so loyal, so trust-worthy to each other that Gavin admitted that he prefered boys over girls. Suddenly, his eyes widened to the size of gumballs and his heart felt like he was on adrenaline. He never admitted it to Gavin himself, the words were caught in his throat and couldn’t break through into the air. Gavin smiled at him, and he could’ve sworn that he saw some hope in his eyes. Gavin spoke in riddles sometimes, and Michael was left to solve them. He was constantly passing mental exams with him.

The summer had begun and Michael was convinced that he was doomed to chase after Gavin with no way to know if he was winning. Another year gone by, another year closer to graduation. The popsicles stained his lips red, and he wondered if he kissed Gavin, if his blue lips on his would make purple and they would no longer two people, but together once and for all.

The sound of the water crashing onto the beach could send him to sleep as he soaked up the sun, knowing very well that he would turn pink very soon while Gavin’s Italian heritage would give him golden skin. It sucked, it sucked even more that he got to see Gavin coming out of the water, tanned, wet, and glowing. He put his sunglasses over his regular glasses, hoping Gavin wouldn’t notice him looking at how short his trunks were. He asked if he’ll ever get in the water instead of frying in the sun. Michael sighed as he got up from his towel, and placed his glasses on his bag. He could barely see where he was going on, but he was following who he recognized. The water was cold, or his skin was already burnt. Gavin was one to suddenly disappear, and then tug his leg so he ended in the water and then come out screaming to go after him.

Gavin counted the freckles on his cheeks as they were wrapped in their towels as the sun was setting, ending their first day at the beach together. Michael had asked him to stop being so close to his face, because it was driving him mad. Gavin smiled, loving the pink tint on his cheeks from the sun. Michael remembered letting his crush get to him and he wanted to keep Gavin poke his face for ever freckle. The air was getting thick and the next thing he knew that Gavin’s lips were on his, his first kiss, and he never wanted it to end. Gavin must’ve been more experienced, because Michaels hands were gripping his towel while Gavin’s hands were holding his face. When they pulled away, Michael had told Gavin he was going to be his first for everything. Gavin was happy to show him the world. Michael thought about how he was the older one.

The rest of the summer was filled with awkward dates and Gavin kissing him whenever he got the chance. Michael didn’t mind, until the days were coming to the start of school. He should’ve been happy, beginning school again with his now boyfriend, but everything felt like hell. Michael stopped holding Gavin’s hand in the halls, and Gavin wasn’t playing dumb anymore. This was high school in a small town in New Jersey and high school kids were cruel. Michael didn’t want their relationship to be out in the spotlight but Gavin didn’t want to go on pretending nothing was there.

So commenced the secrets, the little thoughtful little things to remind each other that they were no longer just friends, but teenagers with a desire to keep a stable relationship in a world that their love may not be taken kindly. Gavin still showed up to every one of Michael’s soccer games, and Michael stood up to every kid who mocked Gavin’s accent.

When they sat next to each other in Algebra, Gavin never stopped doodling little hearts in the corner of his notes. Michael would draw dicks on his, hearing him whimper as he tried to erase them away, because his hearts were cute and Michael’s dicks were just vulgar.

“Let me put my scarf on, god dammit,” Michael swore as he turned the dial on his locker.

“You’re taking forever,” Gavin commented as he was already dressed up.

The coloured leaves would gather up on the ground, as the waited all day to slip a kiss after soccer practice. It was always a peck, something to prepare for more later on. Michael’s home became Gavin’s second home, and as innocent they seemed to be, what happened beyond closed doors when Michael said they’ll just be playing video games was nothing they claimed. Virginal, experimental. Gavin was quiet; Michael had to use a pillow to cover his mouth as Gavin explored all the sensitive parts of his body. Gavin was a squirmer though, and Michael had to bring up his elbows to hold down his thighs as he watched the younger boy twitch and his hands always needing somewhere new to grab onto. The music from the video game was loud enough for no one to suspect anything and when Gavin’s parents came to pick him up, it was like they were doing homework all along.

That day felt different, because Gavin had been grabby, and he didn’t care who saw them, except Michael. Gavin shrugged it off, because it was their last school day together before Christmas and Gavin had already gone out to get Michael his gift. It was wrapped up at home with the prettiest paper that he could find under five dollars. It would begin two weeks of more than a few hours alone together in the evening, and much more time to go on actual dates than a simple walk to buy candy from the corner store.

Michael wrapped his scarf around his neck. It was an olive green colour, an odd colour to see on a scarf, but his mom had made it and he treasured it with his life. His jacket was an old thing that he never grew out of.

“What are you looking at?” Michael had asked, when he caught Gavin staring as he fixed himself up.

“You,” Gavin replied softly.

Gavin was lost in the thought that he managed to have Michael as his significant other. He wanted time to stay still; to stay young. To stay in this moment as they were alone, they were going to be alone soon again. He will be able to see every freckle on his body while beating him in a game. He had become his best friend and a lover put into one.

Gavin couldn’t hold it anymore as he pushed Michael against the locker and kissed him, tasted him. Michael was taken aback at first but he let himself melt into the kiss. He let his sports bag drop from his arm and onto the floor. Gavin was needy, tasting Michael’s mouth before Michael could get a chance to taste him. With only a backpack on his shoulders, his hands were free to grip at Michael’s waist, trying to bring him closer. Gavin’s knee was between Michael’s legs, forcing him to stand up straight or else he would be grinding against him. It was the first time they’ve made out in the clear and Michael could feel an adrenaline rush through his veins, wanting to stop but kept going.

“C-C-C’mon Gavin, my mom is calling,” Michael said through his teeth as he felt his cell phone ring for the tenth time. It took Gavin as his willpower to pull away. They were out of breath and flushed. Their jackets suddenly too hot and the cold December air was going to be welcomed.

“Let’s go home, Michael,” Gavin held out his hand and Michael took it, letting his fingers slip through his fingers as they held on tightly before they would have to let go, and keep themselves secret to the world once again.

#Ragehappy #Mavin #montescarpatus #slowmobaes #rhss14

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