Michael and Gavin’s World of Happy Remember Time
Pairing: Implied Mavin.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count: 7,350
Warnings: An automobile accident resulting in severe head trauma.
Summary: When you leaned over, your hand pulled with you, and you swerved just a bit too much into the wrong lane. He shouted your name, and you shouted his back at him, as if yelling would fix the situation.
Mirror: http://archiveofourown.org/works/741900
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Hearts Aren't Toys (9/9)
This is the end. The second story I’ve ever completed in my life. Thanks to everyone who’s read up to this point, or read the story after it was completed. <3
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FIC: and to my knees you do promote me
title: and to my knees you do promote me (2/2, COMPLETE)
content/warnings: Still Geoff/Gavin/Griffon, but focusing on Gavin/Michael in this part. Still very explicit, still D/s, still collar funtimes.
summary: In which Michael Jones proceeds to ruin Gavin’s life, many sweet things are had, Geoff gives a speech, and Griffon is the only person who knows what she’s doing. (part two to wanna teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way)
word count: entire fic is 52,291. this part is alone is 32,000. look i don’t even fucking know, all right?
“Do you eat anything but sweets?” Michael asked. With his back to his co-worker, Gavin indulged in a small, secretive smile before carrying over the food.
“You don’t like sweet things, Michael?”
Michael’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the syrup with a little more force than strictly necessary. “I didn’t say that,” he replied, and upended the bottle over his plate.
You're My Boy
AUTHOR: MLP Amber
PAIRING: Mavin
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 1,135
A/N: It’s 1am as I type these words. I would just like to apologize for not updating more often. I haven’t really had the “drive” I guess you could say. I would also like to thank the anon that sent in this prompt. Just as I was looking for ideas, this magical anon showed up in my ask box. I hope this is something along the lines of what you had in mind :)
The Flame that Burns Within Us
Pairing: Mavin
This is what I’ve been working on for the last little bit. It will be updated in parts as I see fit. It might end up non-linear though as I tend to get random thoughts for random plots at random times. I think I might take prompts if people like it enough, I haven’t decided yet.
I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcomed.
Introduction
One spark.
That is how they say it starts - that is when we meet that someone. It begins when one is born. There is this force within every single being on this planet that just grows stronger and stronger with everyday a person ages.
It could be your neighbour, your school mate that you might have had your eye on or that school mate that has their eye on you. A co-worker or a famous movie star. No one knows who it is until they meet, until they touch.
One spark.
For some people, it is just a small shock, like static electricity. But there have been rumours, and no one knows for sure if they are true, about stronger forces meeting. Back in 80’s, there was a story of this one couple that met on a business trip and when they shook hands for the first time, the power went out in the building they were in from the discharge of electrical power.
From one spark.
Growing up, parents expect their teenager to find their other in high school, college, university. Once someone gets past a certain, people grow weary and believe that they missed their chance to let their spark out. And they are afraid they will never find that one, that their time has passed.
But that’s enough about other people and other sparks. This is about my spark.
Our spark.
Title: Spark.
Road Trip(Michael/Gavin)
Pairing: Mavin. Duh.
Rating: PG-13. Like most Michael fics.
Words: 1296 words
Side note: Alright, so in the beginning of the week, I saw a post that videogameboyfriends had made, talking about how she wanted a fic about Gav and Michael getting carsick(they had talked about it in a podcast). I was feeling generous so I messaged her and said I’d like to attempt to write it for her. Well, this is it.
It is not perfect in any way. I suck at writing the Rooster Teeth gang IC(cause my mind is dumb), the ending sort of got weird and off track, and throwing up makes me sick to my stomach so I didn’t touch on it very much(which doesn’t make very much sense because the prompt is about throwing up but sh…). The main thing is, videogameboyfriends is really cool and I wanted to do something for her, no matter how bad this is, because I like her and her account. So this is it, taa daaaa.
Also, thank you to my sissy, Rose, for coming up with the first line BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY SAT AROUND FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO START THIS DAMN THING.
Alright, I’m done now, read on!
Hearts Aren't Toys (7/9)
Part seven! Two more to go~
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