#slomogar

Many thanks to the absolutely lovely @goldenmogar for commissioning some fancy Bois at a fancy party

Soft early morning slomogar.

Gavin, who’s up all night or up early in the morning working on a hack or on some security maintenance or doing research on some mark. Who can’t live without his coffee, but still prefers those early mornings when it’s warm and quiet and still and he can just lay in bed with his boys.

Dan, who despises mornings because his internal clock is always so messed up. Who does his best work under the cover of darkness and has gotten more used to sleeping on planes than sleeping in a bed. Dan, who can run on very little sleep in case dangers about, but sleeps like the dead when he’s got his boys in his arms because it’s where he feels safest.

Michael, who is usually the first one up unless Gavin’s got work to do. Who used to love the mornings only due to discipline—it was the best time to work out and go for a run and feel that rush of accomplishment to start off his day. But now loves the mornings because he’s awake to watch over his boys, to watch them sleep (no, not like a creep Gavin Shut the fuck up), and be content that they’re all safe and together and here.

PART TWO: When Michael gets home that night, his boys are all dressed up and dinner is set out on the table. It’s Michaels favorite meal. After dinner Dan drives his boys up to Mt. Chilliad to set off fireworks and when they get home they watch shitty movies and cuddle until they fall asleep

that is gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

michael comes home and these dweebs are grinning ear to ear “We didn’t listen to you boi sorry. you’re a bit dull.” gavin says and Dan the guy of fewer words just points to the table “sit down and eat peanut.”

and michael’s like “....” and then, a little choked up which he will deny until he’s blue in the face, “you guys suck, this looks awful, *sniff*.” and they sit and eat and argue about video game semantics and how many rockets would it take to clear out the maze bank really. (dan says  one if you aim right but michael holds firm that people in los santos are stingy as hell and need at least 2)

and then  michael and gavin both are thrown over dan’s big shoulders, “like damsels!” “shut up gavin.” “michael michael, you’re a very grumpy toss damsel. b’s not gonna ravish you after all this michael.” “Dan would be LUCKY to kiss my fucking hand after all this, fuck you gavin-” tosses them in the car, drives off, 

lets michael’s lil pyro ass run absolutely wild and after he’s done, takes them home and they continue to argue over movies, gavin wants the princess bride after all the damsel talk and ofc “because it is a classic.” dan wants something action’y and so does michael but he refuses to hear dan’s suggestions on the grounds of ”it’s my birthday bitches, its michael’s house now and this is an absolute dictatorship.” and gavin and dan both frown, “you’re no queen.” “i didn’t vote for you.” “god save her, this imposter’s a munt, with an ickle baby face.” “baby face munt will never be my queen.”

but they all fall asleep wrapped around each other anyway before the second act  and its really

really

dan and gavins is an exploding pair of sunglasses

mmmmmmm yes

“WHAT THE FUCK DAN???” 

“B WHY’S THIS THE FIRST I’VE HEARD OF IT??” and dan’s like siiiiiiigh “cuz it’s a papercut!” 

“YOU GOT STABBED YOU FUCK!” “WE ARE COMING HOME RIGHT NOW.” 

“don’t do that, you’re on a heist. i’m fine,” “YOU ARE NOT FINE DAN, WHAT THE FUCK?”