Trensgirl

 For Text For Letters To [ Gavin ] Hey Idiot, when are you coming back? Its so boring not being able to yell at you for your foolishness. And its pretty quite in the office, so quite that I think Ray and I may go ballistic. From [ Michael ] -- To [ Michael ] You miss me that much? Aw Mi-cool I'm so flattered. Don't worry haha, I should be coming back in a week or so. You should see the view of snow I have from my room, its so astounding. Reminds me of you sometimes. From [ Gavin ] --- To [ Gavin ] I don't miss you at all! You must have read my last message wrong you fuckhead. Worry? What is wrong with you? I think the snow's getti

Gavin held Michael from behind, with his arms wrapped around the ginger’s waist and his cheek resting against the American’s back. Michael aimed the plastic gun at the screen, shooting at the pixelated zombies. Soft noise carried on around them as they stood in the mall’s small arcade room, and Gavin leaned against his boyfriend, listening to him curse under his breath. “Damn zombies aren’t fucking dying. Oh come on, that was a fucking head shot!” The Brit chuckled and snuggled his nose in between Michael’s shoulder blades, knowing the reaction he was to get out of the ginger. Michael immediately sq

It's Official Now Mavin Fanfic Rating: M (for later parts) Warnings: Language, Angst at first, Blood/gore Pairing: Mavin (Michaelgavin) Gavin looked down the hallway of the building, he sighed and removed his head from the hall and back into the office, plopping himself down back into his chair. He wanted to see Michael. No, he needed to see Michael. It had been a day or so since he had and he was starting to get anxious. Finally after waiting twenty more minutes he jumped out of the chair as he heard someone stepping down the hall. "Hello?" He cooed out, poking his head back into the hallway, seeing Geoff walking through with a somewhat dis

Salt and Pepper Arthur sat staring at the salt and pepper pots in the centre of the table. Lost in his own thoughts, he slid them towards him. "Merlin's late. Again." He mumbled resignedly to himself, used to the fact that Merlin was never prompt, it now ceased to irritate him. His thoughts began to drift onto Merlin and his perculiar (yet endearing) little ways. Merlin standing up to him that first day. Merlin then saving his life. Merlin having a strange tendency to run sideways all the time. Without truly being aware of what he was doing, Arthur began pushing the salt and pepper pots around, the pepper doubling as Merlin, the salt as hims