i have no idea what i’m doing anymore
For the express purpose of fangirling
Mus [microfic]
Based on the prompt: “Brittana encounter an actual mouse”
Santana suspected something was going on in the kitchen when food started going missing. Stray crackers. The odd crouton. Breadcrumbs.
She thought she might be going crazy, until one morning she heard a soft squeaking noise escape from under the countertop, and she opened the cupboard door to two sets of eyes, black and round like the heads of pins, that belonged to two small, twitching lumps of fur.
Santana let out a shriek loud enough to wake the spirits in the heavens and leapt straight into Brittany’s arms.
Passenger [microfic]
The best part about getting a new bike for her birthday wasn’t that it was nice and shiny, or that she could ride faster than ever before, or race in the competitive classes. No, it was that she finally had a bike that was big enough to carry a passenger.
She already had someone in mind, of course. She’d been saving a spot on the passenger seat of her heart for years, ever since her 6th birthday party when her dad wheeled out a tiny minibike that all the other girls were too scared to go near — except for Santana, who placed a small hand on the seat and whispered, “Cool.”
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santana’s biggest concern with their sex tape being leaked was that everyone would find out she’s a pillow princess
If I Could Talk, I’m Not Quite Sure What I’d Say
(Brittana | PG | ~1000 words | Set in freshman year of high school, through the eyes of Lord Tubbington. Yes, POV of a cat - bear with me here.)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
I Am Tired Of This Devil
I Am Tired Of This Stuff
I Am Tired Of This Business
So When The
Going Gets Rough
I Ain’t Scared Of
Your Brother
I Ain’t Scared Of No Sheets
I Ain’t Scare Of Nobody
Girl When The
Goin’ Gets Mean- Naya Rivera acapella (Black or White)
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