Shit I forgot to screenprint it, but I got a prompt from sherlienomates to do a personality swap where Gavin is the angry one and Michael is the dumb, cutesy one. Sorry if this is shit, it’s my first time doing a prompt, let me know what you think !

Pairing; Mavin, Michael/Gavin

Rating; pg-13 for swearing

Word Count; 458

Gavin was in the process of editing the newest lets play when a cheerful Michael entered the room, prancing around like an idiot.
“Jesus Michael, calm down.”
“I don’t want to” Michael yelled cheerfully.
Gavin put on his headphones, not wanting to be bothered by the obnoxious red head.
Michael snuck up behind Gavin, flicking off his headphones. Gavin spun around to see Michael bouncing out of the room.
“Michael! You idiot!”
Frustrated, he picked up the headphones and continued working on editing. It was no more than 5 minutes when Michael was back in the room with Geoff, scheming up another dumb idea.
“No, no. Not in your mouth, I want to put it on your beard.” Michael said.
“But why?” Geoff whined “I don’t want it on my beard.”
Gavin took off his headphones, and turned around knowing whatever happened next would be entertaining.
“Alright, fine.” Michael sighed in defeat, turning back towards his chair. Gavin rolled his eyes.
“Bloody idiot.”
Michael turned around, mischief in his eyes. He held up the packet of powder, tearing it open quickly and throwing it towards Gavin, missing entirely.
“What the hell was that, you git?”
Michael giggled, and started towards his desk before he was tackled by Gavin and held in a headlock.
“Get him, Geoff!” Gavin yelled. Geoff grabbed the glass of water off of his desk and headed towards Michael. He squirmed in Gavin’s arms, only making him hold on tighter.
“Gavin!” He whined.
Geoff dumped the glass on Michael’s head, making him squeal with the cold impact.
Gavin let go of him to roll around and laugh.
“You’re right Michael, that was fun.” Geoff said, amused.
Gavin looked up to see Michael’s red hair clinging to his defeated face.
“It was your own fault, you silly little sausage.” He said, standing up and laughing at Michael again.
“Come here, Gavin.”
“No way, you twat.”
Michael started walking towards him, Gavin backing away with his hands held in front of him.
“Michael” Gavin said sternly.
“Gavin” he retorted with a smirk.
Gavin kept backing up, until he tripped over a cord and landed on his back.
“Jesus Christ” he yelled.
Michael took the opportunity to plop himself down on Gavin.
“Michael, I’m giving you three seconds… One…”
Michael giggled, not daring to move.
“Two… Three!” He reached up to push Michael off of him, but was pinned down by his hands instead.

Michael kissed his nose and smiled at Gavin, who was turning a dark shade of red. Partly from the anger, mostly from blushing. Michael placed a gently kiss to Gavin’s lips, calming him down and let him up. 
Gavin would get him back later.

(Source: mavin-mania)