Shits 'n' Giggles (Mavin Oneshot)

So why have I written a Mavin fic? Well, I've recently become absolutely obsessed, like, 100% positively in love with everything RoosterTeeth and Achievement Hunter. And honestly, how can one not adore Gavin's magical English accent?

Anyways on with MAVIN!!

They had begun recording yet another Minecraft Let's Play and were about twenty minutes into recording. It was tweaked version of ‘Shopping List’, since the audience had quite enjoyed the original. Straight off the bat Gavin had decided to assist Michael in finding some of the needed materials, knowing that Michael would betray Gavin in the last minutes of gameplay. Michael was a bit sneaky that way.

Ray had started to whisper "Mavin" close to Michael's face just to annoy him and had gotten louder and louder until he whole room was engulfed with the laughter of the guys in the room, most noticeably Geoff’s laugh. Ray made seemingly endless Mavin jokes to irritate the frowning Michael, even though the crew had pretty much stopped laughing by that point. Gavin hadn't said a word the entire time, since he'd found it quite funny, but he knew he'd have to edit out the boring muttering coming from Ray later, and he didn't want to discard the funny footage for that reason alone. Well, that and he was going to be bored to death editing the droning conversation.

“Shut up Ray!” Gavin yelled quietly.

“Yeah,” Michael chimed in, “shut up.”

“Oh come on,” Ray started, “You can’t deny something that’s this real.”

“Oh that’s it,” Michael mumbled under his breath.

He was absolutely done with Ray and his Mavin shtick, and before he even fully knew what he was doing, he shot up from his desk.

“Gavin!” Michael called even though his friend was beside him.

“Yes Mi-cool?” Gavin asked, flicking his gaze up from the monitor for a brief second.

“Get over here,” Michael replied.

Gavin paused his game, obediently got up from his desk and shuffled over to Michael. The crew paused their games as well and all their gazes fixed on the two best friends who were now standing facing each other in the middle of the room. Before Gavin could comprehend what was going on, Michael grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. Gavin froze. His eyes widened with shock, his posture rigged and his hands splayed out by his sides. What the hell was Michael doing? And why did Gavin like it? Michael paused for a second and studied Gavin’s surprised face.

“Put your fucking arms around me,” Michael said with a low voice and slight smirk.

Gavin almost didn’t move, as if he didn’t know how to. He was duly embarrassed. The Achievement Hunter guys were pretty much on the floor laughing at the pair making out in the middle of the room, so how could he not blush? The Brit finally came to his senses and slowly let his arms snake around Michael’s body and rest his hands on the shorter man’s waist.

“That’s better,” Michael remarked and went right back to kissing Gavin.

Michael only executed the kiss for a few more seconds before he let go of the taller man and turned to Ray.

“You happy now?”

Ray nodded and stifled a giggle, to which Michael shook his head and sat back down at his desk before he resumed his game and proceeded to murder Jack. Gavin stood dumbfounded and completely zoned out, still trying to understand what just happened, until Michael called him to attention and the game resumed as normal.

They continued on with Minecraft, Gavin assisting Michael and the rest of the crew just trying to win against Team Nice Dynamite, but in the end Michael won by a hefty lead. Gavin got the camera out and made sure to film his best friend triumphantly yoink-ing the Tower of Pimps off Jack’s desk and setting it on his own before everyone shuffled out of the room to get some lunch. Ray asked both Michael and Gavin if they were going to go for lunch, but Michael had to see if he could fix a problem with lag in his game and Gav had to render some footage. Ray left and it was just the two guys in the room.

Michael sighed with defeat, as he realized that he would have to get someone else to help him with his electronics before he next filmed, and leaned back in his chair. He decided lunch would be a good idea. As he got out of his chair he picked up the tower of pimps and turned to Gavin.

“You deserve this just as much as I do,” Michael said, bringing Gavin out of his phased out world.

“Pardon?” Gavin asked.

“I’m giving you the Tower of Pimps, dude.”

“Oh no, it’s yours. You won it.”

“I wouldn’t have won it without you, Gav.”

“I’m not taking it. It’s your victory.”

“Well I’m not leaving till you accept this gift.”

“I guess you’ll be spending the night here then,” Gavin laughed.

Michael made a compromise: He put the tower on a piece of equipment directly in between the two desks, just to make it their victory. It was perfect. Finally, Michael picked up his stuff and made his way over to the door. Just before he opened it, he turned back to Gavin.

“You know, what I did before, it wasn’t just for shits ‘n’ giggles.”

And he gave Gav a real peck on the cheek.

He exited through the door and left the Brit with an enormous smile and an imminent knowledge that he did not just like his best friend, but he was in love.