Word Count: 953 words
Warnings: None, not really. Swearing, obviously. But when you’re dealing with the Rooster Teeth people, I don’t think that comes as much of a surprise anymore.
Summary: Maybe some of you have seen this post going around? Yeah, well I felt like I had to write it. Just a bit of a Rayvin soul mate drabble kind of thing.
Pairing: Rayvin (RayxGavin)
Author’s Note: This was requested by kateitron, and I think it turned out quite well, despite it being my first Rayvin fic. This giveaway thing is really making me write some pairings I never had thought of doing before. If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can find it here. if you’re into that. Also, a schedule of what you can expect from me in the coming weeks can be found here. I’m updating it with links to the finished fanfics as well.
By the Book
Ray quickened the pace of his steps slightly, trying to calm himself in the process. Several blocks back he had suspected he was being followed, and he wasn’t sure quite what to do. He hadn’t looked back once, just continued to walk, worried that if he did, he’d lose any composure he had.
Then the man was standing in front of him, a smirk on his face. Ray swallowed heavily, his hands clenching into fists. There was no way in hell he was going down without a fight.
Word Count: 755 words
Summary: Juggey pregnancy, where Lindsay is craving chocolate, and convinces Michael to go and get it for her.
Pairing: Juggey (LindsayxMichael)
Author’s Note: This is my first Juggey fic ever, and I was smiling the whole fucking time. I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you guys enjoy. If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can find it here.
We Could Always Share
Michael had seated himself on the coffee table, cross legged, controller in hand. Lindsay was on the couch behind him, watching him play.
“Just give me a minute,” Michael murmured, staring intently at the screen. Lindsay crossed her arms, leaning back into the cushions.
Okay so I high pitched 21 Guns and…
I’M GOING TO Cry OMG
Phineas and Ferb: The Teen Years.
This is how I came to love this song.
…This should not work as well as it does.