#geovin

This is a repost of a previously deleted fic. It’s also posted over on my AO3, just search up ‘everamazingfe’ or the title of this fic over there! 

Gavin stays behind in the crew's penthouse to get some work done, but things very quickly go awry. Inspired by the song "Michael Myers Resplendent" by The Mountain Goats.

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When the house goes in flames, no one emerges triumphantly from it. When the scum begins to circle the drain, everybody loves a winner.

The smoke was suffocating. The sound of the flames licking at the support beams around him was deafening. A stunt gone wrong, one that went too big too fast and led to a disaster. Gavin was stuck and alone, his two biggest fears being melded with his third. A fear of fire.

"Guys?" His voice was pitiful and weak, looking around frantically for an exit that wouldn't come. A window, twenty stories up. An elevator shaft, with the top of the elevator five stories below. The cable would shred his hands, tear up his fingers, he might live, but he whimpered at the thought. "Michael! Geoff! Anybody!" He cried out, the desperation hitting him hard as he tried to pry the window open. He punched the glass once, twice, three times before it shattered and he could clear it from the frame.

Sticking his head out, he could barely see the ground below. Fire trucks were circling, and he tried screaming for them. "I'm up here! Someone help!" He screamed, but his voice was lost on the wind and the sirens.

HELLO, thanks to everyone who was waiting for this so patiently, and for all your kind messages and comments when I was struggling with what to do with this. without y’all i probably would’ve deleted it and called it a day. 

So, the reason it took a while is because this wasn’t just a find + replace because Geoff is a different character, so his lines and thoughts and conversations are all rewrites while most of Gavin’s POV remains the same.

Gavin: You did.

Geoff: But did you listen?

Gavin: No.

Geoff: Do you ever listen?

Gavin: No.

Geoff: Are you listening now?

So last night’s post had me thinking, wouldn’t it be cool if Gav just lived in this house with all his vampire boyfriends??

Like they all end up living together for some reason and they start off with this very serious and dramatic tension as the guys try really hard not to let Gavin know that they’re vampires and it’s like, out of a damn soap opera how dramatic they all are about keeping this secret and when Gavin finally does tell them he Knows, he reveals that he’s actually known from Day 1 and he just thought they were trying to be polite and not gross him out by eating blood in front of him lol.

Michael’s absolutely from the 50′s, was probably part of the mafia when he got bit and had to go into hiding so they didn’t find him again. He’s still kinda got the accent, but he’s worked hard to tone it down

Ryan’s from Shakespeare’s time no question. That dramatic bitch has held onto his theatrics and his unnecessarily long (and outdated) words for hundreds of years despite the fact that he flubs them all the time and will not let them go, thank you very much, kids these days have no creativity, no inspiration, where’s the panache?

Jack’s a little bit older, used to be a plague doctor way back in the day until one of the corpses he was performing an autopsy on turned out to be a very much not dead vampire and he got bitten (had to go on the run as well because people started getting suspicious when he didn’t get the plague)

Geoff won’t say how old he is, but they all know he’s old as fuck, probably a couple hundred years older than Jack. He makes jokes sometimes about how he was there when the pyramids were built (or insert literally any other landmark from the ancient world tbh) but nobody really believes him.

Jeremy’s the hardest one. I can’t decide if I want him to be the same age as Gav (and bitten like a year or two ago) OR... If I want to make him the oldest one by far.  ‘Cause see, like, I just love the idea of crazy old Jeremy who’s been alive so long that he’s already gone through the hundreds of years of depression, nihilism, having existential crises every goddamn day and he just got tired of it and decided, you know what? I don’t give a fuck lmao I’m gonna live forever bitch!! Who cares if everyone I ever love dies!! I don’t!!! I don’t care at all!!

And like he just Does Not know pop culture, he doesn’t watch movies, only knows specific bands and tries to keep up on it all once the rest of the guys start hounding him for it (You’re the oldest bitch alive and you haven’t seen fucking Star Wars???) but he is actually pretty knowledgeable about science, like plants and animals and stuff since it’s interesting to him, but pop culture? No.

Anyways here’s Gav with all these old fucks as his boyfriends and like they’ve been alive for hundreds or years and they still can’t wash a bloody cup? Fold a goddamn towel? He has to do everything around here! (He secretly loves it tho bc he likes feeling useful uwu)

jeremwood & team g lockscreens for @wcysily !!

I hope you like them!!

jeremwood picture creds @madprincevagabond & one team g picture creds @pastthepointofcaring

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The sun rose slowly, Geoff waking up and looking at Gavin, smiling softly. He loved the way that the sun illuminated his husband. It had barely been a day but the ease with which he could think of Gavin as his husband was beyond his own belief. Gavin was his husband. His. It had Geoff beaming as he stared at the hacker, watching as he slowly blinked awake.

“You been watching me, love?” His voice was full of sleep, a soft smile on his face.

“Can’t help but admire my husband.”

Gavin’s smile grew, rolling onto his side and pressing closer to Geoff, their legs tangling together.

“Might make my ego bigger than it is like that.”

“Worth it when you’re so beautiful.”

Geoff leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Gavin’s lips. The morning was perfect. Sun warm on their skin as they curled closer together.

“Geoff.”

“Yea Gav?”

“I love you.”