#holy crap everything about this is amazing

[bakugosgothhoe]

*takes deep breath*

1,000,000/10, Andie. ONE MILLION. Shot straight to the stars (hehe). Gorgeous. Brilliant. Fantastic. I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a while. Just.....wow.

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1.7k of unedited alien prince shouto thoughts based on this post from the other day! sfw, gender neutral reader. several elements of this universe were borrowed from my fave sci-fi novel; see end notes for deets!

he's beautiful—the todoroki prince. tall and strong in his high-collared uniform, strapped with lean muscle and handsomely humanoid. he's the first thing that snares your gaze as your party is guided into the hall of the sun—the reception dome that overlooks the rise of the star yuuei in the morning sky, used by the ruling family to receive visiting dignitaries.

it is morning, in endeavorian planetary time, and the sun has begun to rise. its light is weaker than you remember from back home—almost watery, pooling like quicksilver in the panes of the dome's ceiling.

up at the front of the hall, it catches in the strands of the white half of the prince's hair. from what izuku has told you, it's the half that indicates he's part of the himura bloodline. the himura dynasty has ruled the yuuei system from its capital planet of endeavor iv for tens of thousands of earth-years. it's the second longest line of unbroken rulers in mapped galactic history, an impressive feat.

the other half of the prince's hair is a fiery red, like that of the man who stands next to him—todoroki enji, the general of intergalactic renown, who donated half of prince shouto's genome as well as his clan name. each time a himuran royal from the main line marries, izuku had explained, talking at lightspeed in the podship, they take a branch name, typically sourced from the primary gene-donator. it helps keep inheritance lines clear.

prince shouto looks like he's inherited empress rei and todoroki enji's genes in exactly half—his coloring split down the middle, though his features are perfectly, almost hauntingly symmetrical. he wears a pin of flint at his collar that symbolizes his gender—one of yuuei's thirteen official designations. from what you understand from izuku, it most closely aligns with earth designation "man".

it's embarrassing how much you notice about the prince as you file into the hall, stationing yourself right at the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, so you can still see todoroki shouto.

"you don't think they'll reject the treaty and kill us all, do you?" denki mumurs nervously as he presses in behind you.

"no, i don't think so," izuku's gentle voice drifts back to you. he's a three-star ethnologist, studying for a command ethnology post. subsequently he's the most informed of any of the cadets that have been sent along with the treatise party. you and denki are just mechanics, sent along in case anything goes wrong.

"the alliance would be too much trouble for the yuuei," izuku explains. "they have good relations with the surrounding galaxies and tight control over a lot of resources. but the alliance is really large now, compared to the last time they approached the yuuei. they'll likely want to accept at least a loose federation with the allies."

up on the platform at the front of the hall, prince shouto blinks long and slow, like an earth cat. you realize with a start it's the first time you've seen him blink at all, and the subtle reminder that he is not just an extraordinarily handsome human man but the prince of an alien species makes your skin prickle.

"don't you think it's weird they are all this pretty?" denki asks. "it's weird, right?"

"definitely weird," you laugh, your eyes trailing over prince shouto's blade-straight nose, his pert, perfect mouth. "possibly illegal under intergalatic law."

prince shouto stills all of a sudden, and there is the tiniest tilt of his head. two heterochromatic eyes flick over your way, and you are completely embarrassed by the way your stomach swoops in response. you just manage not to grab onto tenya's uniform to steady yourself.

one of the prince's eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, and you wonder if he's heard you from this distance—but no, that would be insane.

denki picks up his commentary, emboldened by your playing along. you think the prince's eyes linger just a little too long on the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, but then you're distracted by the reception beginning.

the alliance treaty officer strides forward, flanked by a few of the other officials your crew had ferried here. she performs an elaborate bow, as do the other officials. from izuku's muttering you gather it's some sort of ritualistic greeting, and empress rei at least looks pleased with it, waving a gentle hand to gesture the party forward.

there is some shuffling as various aides set up a table and a series of holo-tablets, along with various inks, a leathery roll of endeavorian traditional parchment, and—

"is that a knife?" you ask, peering at the long obsidian blade placed on the table in front of the officials.

izuku's fluffy head of green curls inclines. "treaties are sealed twice. once in the alliance fashion and then again in the local custom, to make it binding per both systems. blood pacts have been used in yuuei for millennia."

the brush of something over your face has your gaze turning back to the prince—to find him staring straight at you, those unblinking eyes boring into you.

"izuku, weird question. can the yuuei hear across rooms?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

a green eye peers back at you. "only in the event of their pair bonds—the yuuei are documented hearing their matepair across approximately ten earth-kilometers. i think we're safe over here though. why?"

matepair. the world settles strangely under your skin, as the prince's eyes brush across it.

"uh, matepair?" you echo.

tenya gives both you and izuku a quelling look, but it's not enough to deter izuku from ducking down to explain in slightly quieter tones. "the yuuei look human but they pair differently. they form a parapsychic bond with only a single partner, which they maintain and uphold for life. it's not just cultural—it's like a physical compulsion. they cannot take another pair, and they cannot be separated for long periods or they grow sick."

prince shouto is still staring straight at you, and it's not quite comforting enough to know that he cannot possibly hear you.

it's only his role in the ceremony that seems to eventually break the prince's weird focus in your direction. he steps forward to perform his duty as empress rei's chosen heir. you almost flinch as the knife draws across the pale skin of his palm, and he adds several drips of silvery blood to the parchment, symbolizing yuuei's intent to uphold the treaty across future monarchs.

the flesh of his palm knits itself back together in seconds, and another little shiver goes up your spine. those mismatched eyes flash back your way as he steps back, and the various aides and officials once again converge on the documents.

there is a brief flurry of activity, various bows and oaths, some stilted endeavorian verse. the chief treaty officer looks relieved when it's all over, and the royal family steps down from the dais to greet the rest of the visiting party, as is the customary honor granted to allies to the yuuei. tenya ushers you into the queue near the back with denki, a symbol of your lower status as mechanics.

you don't mind, as the thought of reaching prince shouto has your stomach doing what feel like backflips in your gut. the longer the delay the better.

izuku had walked everyone through the appropriate greetings on the podship, a few murmured words and a hand touch at chest-level—extremely hard to mess up, even for you. but nevertheless your pulse kicks up the closer you draw to the royal family.

there's a long line of them you greet first. offshoot branch members, then general todoroki enji, whose enormous palm burns hot against yours and who looks he'd rather take your party's hands off than touch them. then rei's unchosen heirs—the princess fuyumi, prince natsuo—and a gap where prince touya would have stood, were he not offworld.

and then you're standing in front of prince shouto, your pulse pounding in your ears. he's extremely tall up close, clearing six feet easily, broad across the shoulders and handsome in a way that almost makes your teeth ache. the yuuei look deceptively human, but this near you can see the tiny details that separate them from you—the slight double-point to their ears, the silvery undertone to their skin, the prolonged space between their breaths and their blinks.

and of course their inhuman beauty. they don't quite look like regular people, and it sparks a tiny note of wariness in the primeval part of your human hindbrain.

prince shouto's mismatched eyes pin you, silver and blue, as a sudden, silvery flush creeps across his face. you hold your hand out in greeting, trying not to wonder if you've somehow managed to offend him already—but instead of pressing his palm against yours, his long fingers suddenly grasp yours, clasping tightly.

beyond him, empress rei freezes too. all at once you can feel every single himuran noble turn to look at you, hundreds of eyes pinning on you.

reflexively, words tumble out of you. "shit did i—what did i do? were you supposed to get a different hand thingy?"

you can hear the treaty officer's horrified inhale at the terms shit and hand thingy, deployed in crass galactic standard in front of a literal prince. you immediately wish you could take them back, but from the look on the prince's face, he's already heard them.

something at the corner of his mouth twitches, like he's trying not to smile.

"y/n," he says, in a deep tone. it's crisply accented and just as beautiful as the rest of him.

it takes you a second to realize prince shouto has used your name, which he could not possibly know considering the uniform you'd been issued for the yuuei visit has no unique identifiers on it. you glance down at yourself, then back up at him, befuddled.

"how did you—? where did you—?" you garble out. "did denki put you up to this? how do you know me?"

prince shouto's fingers smooth over yours, delightfully warm, calloused and sure. "i would know you in any universe," he says, voice soft. behind you, you hear princess fuyumi make a tiny sound of delight.

you blink. "universe? what—uh, what universe? how would you—?"

but shouto leans in, tugging you closer with those deceptively strong fingers. he's so very warm up close, and so beautiful it makes your brain short circuit, especially as he lowers his face to yours. a shiver rolls down your spine as his other hand takes you gently by the chin.

and then he murmurs a single word before pressing his mouth to yours—

"matepair."

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: credits where they are due!! the idea of a space general dna donator, an overarching space alliance pursuing a treaty, & the flint pin denoting gender were taken from my fave sci-fi novel winter's orbit by everina maxwell! (if you love heartfelt gay love stories in space i am actually begging you to read it).

[thepandalion]

I will never be the same again

[desi2go]

What if it changed everything? (2)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4

pairing: idol!Seungmin x reader

warnings: angst, pregnancy, fluff, comfort

summary: After a one night of pleasure with a member of the famous kpop group Stray Kids, you find out that you are pregnant. What will you do?

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Twenty minutes later, Sanha burst through your apartment door with a heroic smile.

"Where is my mama-to-be?" She yelled, balancing a grocery bag in one hand and a six-pack if the promised ice tea in the other.

"I've brought everything for our little celebration! Tea because you're boring now, snacks and lots of ice cream. And our favourite pizzas are ordered and will arrive here shortly!"

Still smiling from the latest events, you poked your head out if the kitchen, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm pregnant not ancient"

"Same thing" your best friend shrugged, dumping the bag on your kitchen table before enveloping you into a tight hug. Then, she leaned down to your belly, playfully poking you as if your little bean would already feel it.

"Heard that beanie? You gotta stay in there for a while before you can meet your sassy aunt! But don't go so hard in your mama" she exclaimed, tickling you from time to time. You giggled, swatting at her.

"Oh I hope this kid won't be a troublemaker" you prayed. Sanha winked at you playfully, filling herself a glass of ice tea.

"This is insane. I mean, holy crap, I’m gonna be the hottest, coolest aunt ever. You know that, right? And if you need a babysitter, I can take care of beanie” she promised with an enthusiastic nod.

"I don't know..." you teased with a big smirk. "You just spilled your tea on my floor"

Sanha hadn't even noticed that her glass had spilled over from all her dramatic and generous movements. Immediately she perked down and laughed. "Ups" you threw a paper towel at her and quickly, she destroyed the evidence of her clumsiness.

"And for the record! This doesn't say anything about my ability to babysit"

You snorted, grabbing the gummy bears and the ice cream from the grocery bag and let yourself fall onto the couch.

"Well, but your orchids do. They are now more or less dry plants" you stated, earning a playful outraged gasp.

"Okay, I admit that I don't have a green thumb" she replied, already munching on some gummy bears as she collapsed onto the couch, stretching out over the cushions like she owned this place. "But luckily, your little bean isn't a plant that I can forget to water"

"True" you giggled, rubbing your belly without even noticing.

"It's still so unbelievable that I will be a mother" you admitted after a second of silence where both of you only ravaged through the sweet treats.

"Yeah, suddenly, it's real, isn't it?"

You hummed, looking down at your stomach that will grow bigger and bigger over the following months. "It's terrifying. And kind of wonderful"

Samba reached over and squeezed your hand. "You're gonna be amazing. And this little beanie?" She pointed to your stomach. "Already has the coolest mama in the world"

You grinned at her words. "Stop, you're gonna make me cry again"

"No problem. I brought tissues too." Your best friend smirked, wiggling her eyebrows as she held the box high in the air.

"See? I'm such a good auntie"

Before you could reply, your doorbell rang. Sanha rubbed her hands together happily. "Our pizzas are there! I'm already starving" with a great speed, she jumped up from her spot on the couch which made you wonder how much coffee she had today. When it comes to food, Sanha was feisty and a diva.

Slowly, not making the effort to beat her to the door, you instead got another glass of ice tea for yourself.

"Hey! Where's the pizza?" You heard her ask curiously as soon as she had joyfully swung open the door.

Someone cleared their throat awkwardly. "Actually, I'm not the delivery guy. Is this Y/n's apartment?" You stilled in your tracks when you recognized the voice, willing your head around and quickly poking your head out of the kitchen.

When you stepped into the hallway, you saw how your best friend had straightened her back, tension visible.

"Are you that Seungmin guy who had ran off like an asshole?" She asked, her voice dangerously low and so different from her usual sweetness that you were shocked.

"Well, um. Yeah, I'm Seungmin. I-is she here? Can I talk to Y/n?" his voice wavered and his eyes tried to look past your best friend.

You sighed and walked forward, stepping into his vision. Immediately, his eyes lit up and he deeply exhaled. "Y/n! Please, can we talk?" He pleaded, looking like a kicked puppy.

You patted Sanha's shoulder with a small smile, telling her that it's okay and you could handle him on your own. "You sure? I could deal with him." She whispered but you only shook your head. You were thankful for her protectiveness but this was something you and Seungmin needed to speak about alone without anyone interrupting.

With one deadly look to the black haired man, wiggling her two fingers in front of his face to indicate that she will keep an eye on him. She turned and went back into the living room. You shut the door behind you as you stepped out into the dimly lit hallway to give you both some privacy.

"What are you doing here, Seungmin? And how do you even have my address?" judgemental, you crossed your arms in front of your body, pulling the hoodie tighter around your form as if you wanted to protect your baby from the possible threat that he was.

He brushed his hair back and cleared his throat. "I got your address from the NDA and I'm here to talk about our baby" he whispered the last part, casting his eyes down.

Your eyebrows were knitted as you observed his form. He looked guilty and shameful about how he had treated you the last time he saw you. Good, he was an asshole.

Even though you could understand his panic, it didn't meant that he didn't need to work for your forgiveness.

"Really? I thought that you made it clear that you want nothing to do with me or the baby" you stated, voice tight and accusing.

"Look. I'm sorry. I was overwhelmed and I know that's not excusing my behaviour"

"And you believe that I'm not overwhelmed? I'm the one pregnant for god's sake" you muttered, puffing air out of your lungs. By the mention of the pregnancy, his gaze shot towards your belly which was hidden safely by the big cardigan. As if he could already see anything.

"I'm so sorry that I was so selfish. I know it's even harder for you" he replied, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as his gaze traveled several times between your belly and your face.

"Are you s-still? Have you- do you?" He scrambled over his words, his cheeks reddening and scratching the back of his head. He was clearly uncomfortable and awkward to ask. If you didn't know what he was implying you would think that he was crazy.

"I went to a clinic today to terminate the pregnancy" you answered, observing his facial expressions but you couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.

"So there is no baby anymore?" His question came hesitant as if he wasn't sure of he was allowed to even ask.

"I couldn't do an abortion." You finally admitted, rubbing without noticing over your still flat belly. "I'm keeping it"

He deeply inhaled. "Okay, okay. Congratulations I guess." He suddenly stopped speaking, thinking about his next words with care. "I don't let you go through this alone. I want to be in this baby's life. And not just through financial aid."

"We barely know eachother, Seungmin" you said, crossing your arms tighter around your body. "It was just one night. That's all it was supposed to be"

"I know" Lowering his voice, he nodded. "But that one night changed everything. Wether we like it or not... we're connected now"

"Do you know what it felt like finding out I was pregnant? With no clue what kind of person you really are?” He looked like he wanted to speak, but you cut him off with a hand

“I’m not asking for a relationship. I don’t want some forced fairytale because of a mistake. But this baby…” you placed a hand over your stomach again, “deserves more than someone who bolts the second things get real."

Seungmin stepped back slightly, guilt washing over his features. "I'm not asking for a relationship either. I just-" he hesitated, his voice tight as he formed the next words. "I want to be there. For you and the baby. If you'll let me"

You studied him for a moment, feeling the old anger curl up beside a newer feeling—cautious curiosity. “I’m not promising anything,” you said finally. “But if you’re serious, if you really want to be involved… then show up. Consistently. Respect my boundaries. And prove that you're not going to vanish again the second this gets inconvenient and it may threaten your career as an idol.”

He nodded quickly, head bopping up and down firmly and eyes locking with yours that showed gratitude. “I will. I swear I will.”

You exhaled slowly, hand grabbing the door handle. "Here's my phone number" he mumbled, scribbling the numbers on an unused tissue he had in his pocket of his leather jacket you knew from your first meeting.

Nodding thankfully, you grabbed the tissue and stepped back into the safety of your apartment where Sanha already waited for you, hot on her toes. She bounced on her feet as if she was ready to pounce at Seungmin the minute you opened your mouth.

"Do I need to unalive him and bury his body?" She asked completely unfazed and serious. You snorted.

"No! Of course not!"

Dramatically, she exhaled gratefully, winking at you. "Puh, and I already planned where I would bury him"

You two went back to the couch, letting you fall against the soft cushions and already diving into the bowl with gummy bears.

"And what did he want?" your best friend questioned with her mouth full with food, just like you knew her.

"He said sorry and wants to be a part of the child's life" you shrugged your shoulders, leaning your head on her arm. Gently, she patted your hair before dropping some gummies into your mouth.

"Is that good? I mean are you fine with that?"

You hummed. "I guess so. I mean, I can't forbid it. And maybe some help is good, especially with how expensive baby stuff is nowadays"

"I know! On the way here I looked up some sweet clothes in the internet and was shocked how pricey they are!"

"Yeah, my bank account is going to cry. But I think, he might be a good dad. Or at least I hope so" you murmured.

"If he isn't, I'm going to kick his ass" Sanha exclaimed with a big smirk.

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The next few weeks were turbulent. Between morning sickness and classes, you had gotten invited for a job interview in the same little café where Sanha worked. She had put in a good word for you and after a successful trail work, you had the job. It definitely wasn't much money but at least something to pay your rent with.

With the time passing, you knew you had no choice but to tell other people your small secret named bean. Your college had to be informed. And, which you dreaded the most, your parents who still weren't talking to each other.

You could practically see your mother's disappointed face in your mind. How she will shake her head while making a grimace.

"Welcome to the shit show" you mumbled as you stepped into the small restaurant where you were meeting your parents. Well, they didn't know they would be spending lunch with each other. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come.

Just as you entered the restaurant, you could already hear the two squabblers. Sighing, you tightened your hold around your bag where you had safely put the sonogram.

"What the heck are you doing here?!" Your mother exclaimed loudly.

"I'm spending dinner with my daughter!" Your father growled, knitting his eyebrows.

"Hey mom, dad" you greeted them first when they didn't recognise you because of their fighting.

"Did you plan that?" your mother sternly asked.

You nodded. "Yes, because I have to tell you something important" as you gestured them to sit down with you, they hesitantly obliged. After ordering your food, you knew you had to tell them. But that didn't make it any less scary. With each passing minute, you felt your throat closing.

"What do you want to tell us, sweetheart?" Your father then questioned, laying his hand on top of yours which rested on the table. From the corner of your eyes, you saw your mom rolling her eyes at the gesture.

While clearing your throat, you pulled the sonogram out of your bag and put it on the table.

"I'm pregnant" you said, quietly observing their reactions. They both stilled in their actions, eyes wide. Your mother took the photo in her hands, staring at it as if it would bring her the answer why her daughter had messed up in life.

The silence was defeating. You could have heard a pin drop to the ground right now.

"Where is the father? Is it your boyfriend- d-do you have a boyfriend?" She scrambled, voice tight, already judging.

"No. I got pregnant from an one night stand."

"Wow, what a surprise. I definitely didn't expect that" your father tried to lighten the mood, clasping his hands together and giving you a small smile.

"From a stranger? Are you kidding me? Didn't you use protection?"

"Come on. She is probably scared as well. Don't be so harsh on her" He tried to soothe his ex wife who only glared at him with knitted eyebrows.

"Harsh? She is pregnant! How should she raise a child when she isn't even finished with college? She will throw her life away!" the grey haired woman argued, turning to your father as if you weren't right there.

They both bickered back and forth for a while even when your meals arrived they didn't mind to stop fighting.

"Mom, Dad. Stop! Okay? I know you two only want the best for me but fighting doesn't solve anything! I chose to keep the baby because I want to and I want you to respect my decision. The father and I are in contact and he's helping me more than you two are now." You raised your voice slightly to overtone their conversation.

Your mother sighed and for the first time since the beginning of your get-together, her gaze softened and a small smile appeared.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have reacted that way but this is a huge change. I just want the best for you and if you want the baby, I'm there to help"

"I will be there for you too. Whatever it is, come to us" your father added and you were impressed that suddenly they could actually hold a conversation without clawing at eachother.

Gratefully, you took their hands. "Thanks"

❤☯❤

Meeting with Seungmin was now a bit strange. Not that you had anything against his presence, not at all, but your dynamics were just a bit weird.

You had just hooked up for one night and now you were the mother of his child. You weren't friends or boyfriend and girlfriend now. It was awkward. And that weird mixture made you hesitant on how you should approach him. Should you tell him when you have your next appointments? Would he even care?

Your ringing phone broke through your train of thoughts. It was Seungmin.

"Hey Y/n" you heard his voice through the speaker.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I just wanted to ask when your next appointment is."

"This Friday. Why?" You asked, currently swirling your spoon in your soup that will hopefully help keeping something down. Surely, you wouldn't miss the nausea after the baby was out.

"Like I said. I want to be there for you and if you're up for it, I would gladly accompany you" his voice became thin at the end as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to ask.

You, on the other hand, were surprised that he even asked. "Yes, you can come."

Hearing how he breathed out relieved, you could imagine how he was pumping his fist up in the air in success.

"Great! I'll come pick you up then. When is the appointment?"

You hummed. "10 a.m"

"Okay, I'll be there 9:30 to get you" he said as a goodbye and you hung up. Well, you were excited to see where your journey was going.

❤☯❤

You didn't know why you were so nervous in the first place. It was just a regular checkup with an ultrasound. Nothing special. Yet, here you were, standing in front your mirror. Judging, you turned from left to right, critically observing your clothes and your body.

You didn't know why you suddenly felt so bloated. Sure, you were already in the third month of your pregnancy but was it normal to feel so big?

Well, you didn't look pregnant, rather as if you had too much to eat and a food baby. Unsatisfied, you ran your hands over your dark blue shirt and over the small swelling of your belly. People would definitely assume that you ate too much, great.

Should you choose the looser blouse instead of a t shirt? You sighed in defeat and undressed quickly with an eye to the clock.

Seungmin would be here in about ten minutes and you weren't even near ready. Honestly, you didn't know why you were so indecisive. Usually, you didn't mind what you wore but today? Nothing could satisfy you.

Luckily, you somewhat liked the blouse on you and quickly applied some makeup, ignoring the clothes you had carelessly pulled out of your wardrobe.

As the doorbell rang, you jumped up and opened the door for Seungmin.

The first thing you noticed was how good he looked. Despite the baseball cap that hung low into his face and the same jacket he had worn when you had first met, he looked stunning.

His eyes wandered up and down your body, pausing slightly at your slightly bulging belly where his eyes got big but instead of disgust, he looked amazed and happy.

"You look gorgeous" he whispered after a minute of staring, his gaze still fixed on your belly.

You giggled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as redness crept up your cheeks. "Thank you"

"You're showing a bit" he murmured more to himself.

You hummed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other in slight shame. Does he like your protruding bump?

His hand was lifted as if he wanted to touch your belly but he stopped himself in the movement. You cleared your throat.

"I have read that the fetus should be the size of a plump or a kiwi" you mentioned and his gaze shot up in confusion.

"It's this tiny? I thought it was already bigger. Like the size of a coconut..." He replied with a shocked face and shrugging his shoulder.

You raised your eyebrows and couldn't contain the laughter that escaped you.

"A coconut? Really? What do you think is this baby? Hulk?"

Cutely, he blushed and averted his gaze. "Well, maybe I was a little off with my assumption" he stated with a snort before looking quickly on his watch.

"We should get going. Otherwise we will be late"

You nodded and got your bag from inside your apartment. "Okay I'm ready"

You followed him to his car and sat down in the passenger seat. Safely, he navigated you both to the gynecologist. The air was filled with a comfortable silence as you observed your environment as it passed you by.

"Alright, here we are" he said any jumped up from his seat to open your door. Blushing, you bowed thankfully and lead the way inside. You already knew the receptionist who told you to wait shortly before you were called into the examination room.

While you where totally chill,Seungmin nearly seemed to spill over with anxiety and nervousness. Judgemental, you observed how he fiddled with his rings or tapped his fingers against his leg.

"What got you so nervous?" You curiously asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Nothing. It's just the first time I'll see our baby"

You were a liar if you said that the way he casually called the fetus our baby didn't move anything within you. In fact, you were sure that your heart was doing Loopings. Who had thought that those words could lead to such a reaction? Crazy.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." You soothed him.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just overjoyed, you know?"

You nodded as you could fully understand how he felt. You felt the same feeling right now.

Soon, you were called into the examination room and already jumped onto the table while Seungmin took a seat right next to you so he could observe the monitor just like you did.

"Nice to see you again, Mrs. L/n. Next week, you will be in the second trimester. Exciting right? That's often the most comfortable state of the whole pregnancy"

You sighed happily. "I hope so. The morning sickness is killing me" Your doctor chuckled at your statement and already pressed some gel onto your exposed belly.

While she spread the gel and started the examination, you quietly observed Seungmin from the corner of your eyes. He seemed happy, really overjoyed to see the little bean on the monitor for the first time. A small smile danced over his lips and never vanished as he was in absolute awe.

You only listened with one ear when the doctor showed the forming body of your baby on the monitor since you were too distracted watching Seungmin like a lovesick teenager. But something inside of you loved the sight of him being at your side during the checkups.

"Should I print the pictures?" The doctor asked and broke you out of your thoughts.

"Yes, please." Seungmin immediately answered, looking at you for approval. You nodded happily.

"Could we get some more photos? I have quite the big family." Seungmin explained.

"Alright" the doctor said, handing him the small stack which he clutched safely in his hands.

"Everything seems normal." She examined, moving the ultrasound over your belly.

"And this is the heartbeat" she tipped a button on the machine and the steady sound of the tiny heart could be heard.

Seungmin gasped, his eyes not leaving the display where your little bean was displayed. Without noticing he took your hand and crossed his fingers with yours. Gently, you messaged his hand.

"It's way slower than before" you stated, comparing it to the first time you heard the heartbeat. The doctor nodded, explaining that the fast heartbeat will slow down as your pregnancy progresses.

"So it isn't dangerous?" Seungmin asked irritated, knitting his eyebrows as his hold on your hand tightened.

The doctor smiled gently and declined. "The baby is developing well. In a few weeks, we will do another examination and maybe even find out the gender"

You nodded excitedly, wiping the gel from your belly with a paper towel. Then, Seungmin and you left the clinic. The black haired seemed to be in the best mood now, still holding one of the photos in his hand and staring at it with a wide grin.

"It's so cute!" He whispered, snapping a photo with his phone and typing something.

"Yeah, I can't wait to meet the little bean" you answered, laying a hand on your belly.

"Little bean?" He asked, looking up. You shrugged your shoulders. "It's a nickname the baby"

"Why bean? Why do you compare our baby with food?" He mused, smirking teasingly.

"Because it's cute. And what do you think I should call it?" You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"What about puppy? It's way cuter than bean."

You squeezed your eyes together. "Pup? Just because your skzoo is a puppy?" You snorted, grinning playfully.

"Well, that's one reason. But puppies are cute and tiny"

"I still like beanie more"

He shrugged his shoulders. "You didn't even consider it" he poured with a flint of joy in his eyes, opening the door of the car for you.

"Can I treat you for lunch? I mean, I totally get it if your tired and want to go home but I still need to apologise properly for running like a coward." He scratched his neck while his cheeks turned redder with every word.

You stilled since you hadn't expected such an offer from him. Actually, you thought that he wouldn't bring that situation up ever again. But this was a good surprise.

"Yes, I'd love to. Food is the best bait for pregnant women" He giggled and shut the door after you had sat down in the passenger seat. "I figured"

“So, pick your poison. What do you crave right now? Salty? Sweet? Pickles dipped in Nutella?” he grinned at the thought of you munching on some of the weirdest combinations.

You laughed wholeheartedly. “Honestly? I could kill for a giant plate of spaghetti. Like, drowning in parmesan. And an ice - a big one with sprinkels”

Seungmin's face lit up and he nodded. “Done. I know a place.”

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Soon, you sat across from him at the small Italian restaurant, fingers lightly drumming on the napkin in her nap.

After ordering food, the comfortable silence turned into a relaxed conversation and you actually enjoyed the time with him. Maybe a bit too much if you were honest. You knew that he was just spending time with you because of the baby but a part of you wanted so desperately to believe that there was another reason.

"By the way. My friends, the other members of straykids want to meet you. Well, you already knew that I am an idol and you definitely figured out to which group I belong" He stated.

You snorted. "Of course I knew. Well, technically, Sanha found out while she was googling your name"

His eyes widened a little. "The friend I met a few weeks ago? The one that opened the door, thinking that I was the delivery guy?"

You grinned while nodded. "Jup, that's her"

"She seems scary" he admitted, smirking playfully.

Snorting, you replied. "Well, she's just very protective but actually, she is just a big golden retriever with a big heart and appetite."

He laughed again, showing you his handsome smile. "So, are you up for it? For meeting the members? It's okay if you don't want to, they are a handful"

"No, it's okay. Just pick a date that's manageable with your schedule"

He nodded gratefully, already feeling giddy at the thought of his most important persons in his life together in one room.

When the food arrived, it was everything you wanted: perfectly twirled spaghetti drowning in rich tomato sauce and buried under what had to be half a block of parmesan. You sighed happily after the first bite.

“Okay,” you said, pointing at your plate. “You’re officially forgiven for bolting the other day.”

Seungmin raised his glass of sparkling water in mock solemnity. “To redemption by pasta.”

Later, as the sky turned gold and the streetlights flickered on, you wandered through the park with ice cream cones in hand—mango sorbet for you, mint chocolate chip for him.

“You know,” Seungmin said, nudging your arm, “I read that sorbet eaters are statistically more dramatic.”

“Was the source even trustworthy?” you questioned, licking your ice. “Probably. Might’ve made that one up.” He glanced at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

“But I do know this for sure—”Before you could react, he reached over and dabbed the tip of your nose with his ice cream. A tiny dollop of mint chocolate chip stuck there, cold and sticky.

You gasped, eyes squeezed together . “Are you serious?” He was already laughing. “You looked like you needed a little decoration."

You narrowed your eyes further and pouted heavily. Then, an idea came to your mind and quicker as he could react, you grabbed the hand that was holding the ice cream cone when he wanted to take another lick and pressed his hand up. The ice cream smeared all over his mouth up to his nose.

“There. Now we match.” you exclaimed proudly while he gave you a grumpy stare before breaking and laughing along with you. You stood there laughing, playful and unguarded. It was ridiculous, and sweet, and strangely easy.

Instinctively, Seungmin reached out and wiped the sorbet from your nose with the pad of his thumb, his touch soft and brief.

“You had a little…” he murmured, his voice quieter now. Your eyes locked. For a moment, the world around you faded into background noise—just the fading sun, the melting ice cream, and something unspoken beginning to stir between you.

“Thanks,” you said, suddenly aware of the warmth in your cheeks.

“Anytime,” he replied, a little breathless. You kept walking, a bit closer now. The park stretched out ahead, and something else—something new—walked quietly beside you that made your heart beat faster than ever before. Maybe this baby, this connection between you and Seungmin wasn't so bad after all.

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"How do I look?" you questioned for the tenth time while spinning a few times. Sanha sighed, laying on your bed, her belly facing upwards as she examined your next outfit while being upside-down.

"You look like a pregnant woman." She said, throwing a gummy bear into her mouth. "But a beautiful one"

Rolling your eyes, you threw the T-shirt you had worn in the previous outfit at her but she dodged it successfully. "You already sat that with the last outfits"

Laughing, she rolled onto her stomach. "Because it's true! You look gorgeous in everything"

"Well, that's not going to help me" you scoffed, already slipping out of the current T-shirt and jeans. Furthermore, good outfits got so much rarer when your belly started swelling. Jeans were now more uncomfortable and some T-Shirts were now rather cropped than their normal length.

You were officially in your second trimester and, thank god, the morning sickness has minimized so that you could actually brush your teeth without having the need to vomit. That was such a relief. The baby was now the size of a grapefruit, well, your pregnancy app was stating that.

"What about a dress? They wanted to meet you at their dorms, right?" Sanha asked, standing up with a yawn and pushed you gently to the side to dive right into your wardrobe.

"Yes, Seungmin will come get me and then, I'll finally meet the other members" you recalled what the black haired man had said on the phone a week ago. Proudly, your best friend presented the dress she had picked out for you. A cute white summer dress with blue flowers that looked like they had been drawn onto the dress with watercolours.

"I bet this will show your bump in the cutest way" she squealed and pushed it into your arms. "Plus, it's way more comfy than a jeans and I just know that loverboy can't keep his eyes off of you"

"Okay, you're right. I'll try it on" you murmured, slipping it on. The soft, loose fabric fell over your bump and created soft waves.

"Look? Gorgeous. Problem solved" she fist-bumped you with a wide grin.

Dramatically, you sighed. "What would I do without you?"

"Well, you wouldn't have anyone who gets your special cravings" she shrugged, giving you a light hug. Your doorbell ringed and Sanha practically jumped to the door to answer. Quickly, you just managed to yell that she should at least be nice to him.

After searching for your bag, you followed Sanha. "Don't bring her home late, understood?" she said with knitted eyebrows and managed in a weird way to look down on the taller boy.

"I'm not a baby" you put your hands on your hips as soon as you appeared behind Sanha while shaking your head. Your best friend turned her head towards you and smirked. "No, but a Mama who needs her sleep" she winked at you. Without having Seungmin to notice, she mimicked how she thought he would look at you. Indicating how his eyes were big and his mouth wide agape. You snorted as you saw the exact same look on his face what he just answered with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey" you said to the black haired who returned it while a blush spread over his cheeks and along his neck. Well, Sannie was right. That dress really did things to Seungmin. Good.

You brushed your hair behind your ear and gave him a small smile. "Are you ready?" He asked to which you nodded and gave Sanha a tight hug before slipping out if your apartment. She had insisted on 'babysitting' your apartment for the evening of course only for your netflix account but you knew that she wanted to see if he brought you home safely.

That was 100% clear after she shot him another deadly look and mimicked with her hand how she would decapitate him. He swallowed thickly and nodded.

You exited your apartment and quickly shut the door to get away from Sanha before she could actually unalive him.

"Okay, I need to warn you that they are very chaotic and loud" Seungmin murmured as he shot down the engine in front of the apartment building where the dorms were. You snorted. "I don't mind. I have experience with that" you commented and had your best friend in mind.

Before you could exit the car, his voice stopped you. "By the way, you look stunning today. This dress compliments you" he whispered and quickly looked away while his face reddened.

A smile formed on your lips and you brushed your hair behind your ear in a shy manner. You definitely hadn't expected such words from his mouth.

"Thank you" you answered happily, the last bits of insecurity for choosing this dress was resolving and internally, you thanked Sanha for pushing you out of your comfort zone.

"Let's meet the guys" Seungmin replied, leading you into the building until he stopped in front of a door, rummaging through his jean's pocket to find his key.

As soon as he unlocked it, you could hear loud chattering and someone shouting while pots clanked in the background.

"When will Seungmin's girlfriend finally be here? I wanna meet her" someone exclaimed whiney.

"We're already here, Jisung" Seungmin mumbled, stepping out of his shoes before helping you since the baby bump made you shaky when standing only on one leg.

Quickly, a man with blond died hair appeared in front of you, dressed in a yellow sweater. That must be Felix, you thought.

Okay, you admitted that you had googled every singly member before coming here. But that's understandable, right? Who could blame you? You knew nothing about them at first. What impression would that have made?

"Oh my god! You must be Y/n! It's so nice to meet you" he exclaimed in excitement, his deep voice a total contrast to his warm nature. Before you could react, he opened his arms and hugged you tight.

"Geez, Felix let her breathe" Seungmin mouthed, patting his friend on the back. Quickly, you were set free again and Felix bowed.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled. But you waved him off. "It's okay. I love hugs" you winked at him in a friendly manner.

The blond haired lead the way further into their home and stopped in their dining room which was connected to their kitchen. The other members looked up as you entered.

"Hey, nice to meet you all" you said shyly, not being used to have eight pairs of eyes on you.

"Hello Y/n! Seungmin already told us so much about you" their leader named Chan greeted you with kindness, offering you a seat at the dining table.

The man with longer black hair was still preparing the food, cutting up some fruits and vegetables while Chan stirred something in one of the pots. Two other members reached behind the counter and quickly stole some fruit slices as the black haired wasn't looking.

"Ya! Seo Changbin and Han Jisung! You can eat soon enough you gluttons" he scolded, you assumed that was Minho, while waving the knife in the air.

"I'm hungry!" Changbin exclaimed with a pout.

"You're always hungry" you heard Felix complain.

Seungmin sighed next to you burying his face in his hands. "See? That's why I warned you beforehand."

The youngest, Jeongin, the one with orangey dyed hair smiled widely at you. "So, you're the one Seungmin got pregnant?"

You nodded with a wink. "Jup that's me."

"I wonder how he could get someone so pretty like you to sleep with him" he laughed even more when he got a deadly look from Seungmin.

Seungmin just sighed while Hyunjin appeared in front of you. "You look gorgeous in this dress!" He squealed with a radiant smile.

"Thanks" you mumbled shyly.

"How far along are you? You're already having this cute baby bump" he asked, curiously, gesturing to your belly.

"Fifteen weeks already" you replied, gazing at your swollen belly with a tender look. Hyunjin coped at you, questioning if he maybe can touch your belly.

"Oh my god. I didn't think it would be rather hard! I thought they should be soft" he exclaimed, eyes wide open in a curious manner.

"Ey, Hyunjin. Don't be rude to Y/n!" Seungmin chimed in from the other part of the room.

The other male gasped dramatically. "I'm not rude! I'm curious"

You giggled at Seungmin's protectiveness, thinking about it as a sign of care. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"Alright. Dinner's ready" Minho announced and together with Chan, he brought the filled pots to the table. The others, especially Jisung suddenly appeared at the table like they were summoned by the smell of food. Seungmin took the seat right next to you, helping you to sit down comfortably and already filling your plate.

His members watched in awe as they never have seen their second youngest take care of someone so naturally. They weren't blind. They saw how Seungmin looked at you, the smitten gaze spoke for itself.

"Did you find out the gender yet?" Changbin asked, shoveling food into his mouth. You shook your head.

"No, not yet. But we're about to find out at the next appointment" you mused, turning slightly to Seungmin who smiled proudly. "I can't wait" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

"What about a gender reveal? Have you thought about making one?" Hyunjin asked curiously. You blinked. Actually, you never considered having a gender reveal party at all. But know, as it was brought up, you liked the idea.

"Oh please! I can help with decorating or organising" Jisung exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down in his seat. Seungmin just shook his head but couldn't contain the smile on his lips.

"I never thought about it but I like the idea." Jisung pumped his fist into the air as he cheered. "I'm going to do some snacks" Minho mumbled, already planning out some finger food in his head.

"And I'm going to make brownies and cookies!" Felix exclaimed.

"Thank you guys. I really appreciate it" the others cooed at you.

"No need to thank us. You are now a part of our weird and chaotic family" Chan grinned.

As the evening went on, you got to know the members more and more. Sure, they were chaotic but so kindhearted as well. Even though Minho acted cool and collected, you saw how much he wanted to make you comfortable.

And Seungmin mostly stayed by your side, even bringing you another water whenever your glass was empty. The way his fingers brushed yours created butterflies in your chest and a redness on your cheeks.

It was almost midnight when you let yourself be pulled up from the soft couch by Seungmin and decided that it was finally time to go home. Sanha had already called you in worry, asking if they had whisked you away and if she should come and get you. But you declined.

"You have such a great group of friends." You said as you sat in Seungmin's car, on the way back to you. "Yeah, they always help me. Over the years, they somehow became my second family. And I'm so glad that you got along with them" he laughed, focusing on the streets.

"How couldn't I? They were so kind. And I hope they like me"

"Oh, don't worry. They already liked you from what I've told them" he winked at you, stopping the car at the red traffic lights. That gave him enough time to look at you fully again, at your face that was shining with a tender smile that brought a warmth into his chest.

"Puh, I hope so. I like you all already" you giggled. "I like you too" Seungmin blurted out without thinking. "- I mean. We. We like you too" he stuttered, heart beating fast as he corrected himself, hoping that you didn't hear what he had said.

The blush on his cheeks was cute, you thought. But before you could answer anything, the car stopped in the parking lot of your apartment building.

"Come, I bring you upstairs" he suggested and held your door open like a gentleman. The short way to your apartment door was silent but before you could unlock your front door, he stopped you, his fingers closing gently around your wrist.

"Y/n. I-" he stilled again, forming the words properly in his thoughts. "What I wanted to say was thank you. I'm thankful that you are doing this with me, even if we wanted to or not. You will be such a great mother and I'm so glad that the little bean is going to have you as their mother"

You stilled in your tracks, not having expected such a statement from him. But nonetheless, it made your heart jump in your chest.

"Thank you. You are going to be a good father too. I'm lucky that you support me like this" you gave him a gently smile and could see how his own gaze shot to your lips for a moment. And then another. It was like a strange force was pulling him to you, like a bee was pulled to the sweet scent of a flower. Your own eyes watched how he licked over his lips with his tongue and then, how his adam's apple bobbed up and down.

His face was only inches away and you unconsciously puckered your lips. Before he could finally overcome the small distance that separated you, your phone rang loud and sharp, causing you both to flinch away. The magic was broken and you sighed as you answered Sanha.

"Where the hell are you? You texted that you were about to be here in about 15 minutes!" Your best friend exclaimed, huffing out air.

"I'm right in front of my door. Just give me a minute" with that, you dropped your phone again, returning to the awkward silence between you and Seungmin.

He cleared his throat and scratched his head awkwardly. "I should probably get going" he mumbled, already turning around to head back to his car.

"Seungmin wait!" You called, causing him to stop in his tracks. "You know that you called our baby 'little bean', right?" Grinning, you wiggled with your eyebrows in a mocking manner.

Seungmin snorted, shaking his head. "Come on. It was just one time!"

"I knew you would like that nickname more than puppy!" You giggled, teasing him.

He groaned playfully. "I like both of them, okay?" He defended, but a smile was decorating his lips.

"Of course you do" with that you shut the door behind you after saying goodnight. Immediately, Sanha stood in front of you, hands on her hips and that teasing smile on her lips.

"What did you do out there? Was that Seungmin's voice?" she desperately wanted to know.

You giggled at her excited face. "Yes, why?" She squealed, clapping her hands in anticipation. "Did you kiss? Did he kiss you" she grabbed your arms and came closer, jumping up and down.

You shook your head. "No. Why should he? We are friends, nothing more. Nothing less" she pouted sadly.

"Come on. You can't tell me that you don't find him attractive"

You sighed, slipping out of your shoes. "Well, I can't lie- he is attractive. But I'm just a woman he accidentally impregnated. He isn't going to catch feelings for me." You told her honestly, plopping down onto the sofa.

"Really? I have a different impression" she stated, yawning and cuddling up beside you.

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author's note: Okay, I originally thought that this little series only has two parts. Turns out, I had so many ideas that I couldn't fit them into these two parts🙈

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I Hate You, Let's Fuck (Doug x GN!Reader 18+)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Doug and the Homeowner play strip poker. Homeowner has anger issues and Doug is an asshole. Thankfully for him, the homeowner has a kink for assholes.

Author's Notes:

The fun part of being a sapphic ace is writing smut of a dude I would fight IRL. Also, for the sake of my own sanity, lets pretend none of the other dateables are there.

Content Summary: Hate Sex (but not really?), Rough Sex, Reader has anger issues, no gender specified

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"Ok, how the FUCK are you cheating!?" You shouted at the smug man sitting across from you. Doug just continues to have that infuriating smirk on his stupid face on his stupid bald head.

You had made the mistake of staring off, thinking about your own existence and the future death of the Earth and everyone on it. You tried to get your mind off of it, cleaning a good portion of your house and even dressing in an layered outfit to try and feel more alive. Unfortunately, you had made the mistake of sitting at your dining table, listening to whatever record Rainey had left on and losing yourself in your thoughts as you staired at the yellow wallpaper ahead of you. It hadn't even been 10 seconds until the hulking white of mass that was Doug showed up, dropping a set of playing cards. You had nothing better to do, so you decided to waste some time playing poker with him, a rare change from playing sudoku or doomscrolling. The first few rounds had been fine, until Doug decided he wanted to fuck with you.

"Look, I know my abs are fantastic and all, but think you could concentrate on the game, Dork?"

"Your abs aren't nearly as amazing as you think." You snipped at him. "Not all of us need to show off skin in the hope that it distracts our opponent."

"Said like a true prude that's too much of a pussy to do what it takes to win." He said as he checked his cards. "Tell you what, if my hand beats yours, you take off some clothes."

You stared, eye twitching.

He shrugged. "Just do what I say, Dork. At least you can seem passively attractive by doing what I say."

And thus began the game of strip poker. You would think that it would be an easy win for you, considering that the guy was always half naked and you counted each of your shoes, socks and every single accessory you had on separately, but somehow the fucker got you down to only your under bottoms and your shirt.

"I know you're cheating, one way or another." You hissed at him as you slammed your cards down in frustration.

Doug just stared at you with that stupid smirk. When you're finished with your outburst, he just laughs. " "Cheating? Me? I'm shocked, absolutely shocked, that you'd accuse me of such a thing, Dork. Truly, your lack of faith in me is... well, it's just another example of how you consistently underestimate how dope I am at everything. Now hurry up and flash me your tits so we can start the next round."

You let out an annoyed sound, but still grabbed the hem of your fantastic red shirt and pulled it off, making sure to twist it into a ball before launching it at Doug's stupid face. The ball of fabric hit him with a soft thud, briefly covering up his blank expression before falling to who cares where. "I hate you, you know that?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest to try and save what crumbs of dignity you have left.

"I'm truly devastated. Look at me, about to shed a tear. Now shut up and let me shuffle the cards."

The next round begins and you peak at your cards. Two aces and three fives. Holy crap, you might actually win this round!

"Fun. You're about to lose again."

With that, Doug puts his cards down on the table. He's not bothering to keep them hidden anymore. He's too confident that he has the upper hand.

...The bastard has a royal flush.

You're about to flip the table over before you take a good, long look at the cards in front of you. And then, you're glaring at Doug once more. "...Funny. You should know your deck seems to have two ace of spades."

Whoops. He got caught.

"Well, would you look at that. It seems there was a little... mix-up with the deck." He says it like it's no big deal. Like it's not a blatant, obvious cheat. Like he didn't just get caught red-handed. He's just looking at you with that same steady, unblinking gaze.

"Aren't you the same guy who told me that using pen and paper to do sudoku makes me a stinking little cheat ass?" You asked, using the last strands of your control to keep your voice steady.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. It's not much, just the faintest curve of his lips, but it's enough to make your blood boil. He leans back in his chair, the wood creaking under his shifting weight.

"Your point being?"

…

"God, you cheating bastard!"

Sure enough, the damn had broken. You're cussing him out in ways that are actually so vulgar, the narrator can't even describe them.

And then, you're on his lap, digging your nails into his shoulders as you pull him down to push your lips against him. It's almost violent in nature, teeth clashing as you bite down hard on his lips. You hate how easily he riles you up. You hate that you like getting riled up. You hate that you have such a kink for assholes.

You hate that he has mastered the best ways to piss you off and use that kink against you.

Doug hisses through clenched teeth as your nails dig into his shoulders, the sharp pain only spurring him on as he kisses you back just as fiercely, just as violently. He bites you back, hard enough to taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. He didn't care, reveling in the pain, the anger, the raw and unbridled passion you threw at him.

Neither of you are gentle. Neither of you are tender. Neither of you are any of the things that people would be during such passion.

Doug breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are black, fathomless pits in the dim light of the kitchen. His face is flushed a deep, angry red, the only color on his usually marble white skin. "You're such a fucking bitch," he growls, his voice rough and ragged. Rougher than it usually is, but still unmistakably him. "You know that? You're a goddamn fucking bitch." He punctuates his words with a sharp, stinging slap to your ass. Hard enough to make a sound, hard enough to leave a red handprint on your skin.

But there's no real malice behind it. No real anger. Just... hunger. Desire. A dark, twisted hunger that only grows stronger the more you fight him.

He's not trying to hurt you. He's trying to consume you. To bring you close and make you scream with that annoyingly nice voice. And he knows you want the same thing.

It always ends in hate sex, and you both fucking love it.

"Shut up and fuck me, asshole." You demand as your lips found his again.

Doug hisses through clenched teeth, gripping your hips tights, grinding your core against the prominent bulge straining against his jeans. He shoves you against the table, your back hitting the wood hard as he shoves two fingers into your mouth. "Wet them properly, Dork." He ordered as his other hand moved downwards, grabbing your underwear. You resisted the urge to bite down, as tempting as it was, and instead just make sure to wet them properly.

It's rough, and Doug doesn't really care if it hurts when he pushes his spit slicked fingers into your entrance. It's a miracle he's prepping you at all. It's not like he cares, even as he's careful at first and makes sure to press against the spot that has you writhing against the wood under you and arching your back.

"Haven't even done much to you and you're already acting like a bitch in heat." Doug mocks as he curls his fingers.

"S-Shut up."

When he gets bored of fingering you Doug finally decides to get to it. His hands are at the button of his jeans, popping it open and shoving them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free, thick and hard and leaking at the tip. At least he has the cock to back up all his shit talk.

Doug gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to leave vivid red marks. He lines himself up, the swollen head of his cock against your entrance. "I should make you beg for it, Dork." He muttered, one of his hands grabbing your jaw. "Come on, let me hear it. Say, "Give me your big, fat cock, Daddy Doug."

You scoffed and slapped his hand off of your jaw. "I'm not begging for shit, and you know it." You wrap your legs around Doug's waist, locking him in and pulling him closer. "You can tell me to beg all you want, but we both know you want nothing more than to lose your shit."

It's how the two of you played the game. You were both too hard headed to submit to the other. Neither ever fucked without being in control, so when the force of your lust collided, it was an unstoppable force against an immovable object.

Dirty and beautiful.

"So either start fucking me or I'll find someone who will."

It was a bluff, a jab to get him going.

Doug's eyes flash with a dark, dangerous light at those words. His jaw clenches, his teeth grinding together as he fights the urge to snap back with a cutting remark. But he holds himself back… for now. Instead, he leans in closer, until his lips are brushing against you ear. His breath is hot, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "Oh, you want someone else to fuck you?" he asks, his tone dripping with mocking amusement. "Like hell you do. You want me. You want me so fucking bad you can't even think straight."

He punctuates his words with a sharp, sudden thrust of his hips. And it all goes from there.

He buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning as your walls clench and squeeze around him. He starts to move, his hips snapping forward and back in a relentless, punishing rhythm.

He fucks hard and fast, just like he always does. Just like you need. Just like you both need.

The table rocks beneath you, the legs scraping against the floor as it threatens to give out at any moment.

"Fuck, Dork," he grunts, his voice strained with pleasure and exertion, "You feel like goddamn heaven. So fucking tight and perfect."

He leans in close, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he fucks into you harder, faster, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. "I know you. I know every fucked up, twisted inch of you. I know that you get off on this. On fighting me, on defying me, on making me work for every fucking inch."

You want to snap at him, you want to have a comeback, but with how he was fucking you, it was hard to think at all.

"Y-You talk too much." You manage to stutter out, your hand finding the back of his smooth head and bringing him down to kiss him.

The sex is everything the two of you needed. It's rough, dirty, and the second he starts rubbing you, quick and firm, you're gone.

Your orgasm crashes over you, your body tensing under him as your silken walls clamp down on him, rippling and fluttering along his length. "Fucking- goddamn it! I-I hate you." You mutter out, despite your brain feeling like mush.

He doesn't stop fucking you, doesn't let up for even a second as you come undone. If anything, he fucks harder, driving into you with ruthless intensity, even as you squeeze his hard bicep from the overstimulation. Doug just chuckles at you before leaning in, his teeth sinking into the side of your neck, making sure to make a nice, dark mark. A brand of possession that everyone will see. Let them all know who fucks you properly.

"Hate you too, dork. Now shut up and let me-" He cuts himself off as he slams in one, two, three more times before finally, he grips your hips as you feel a warmth within you. His cock throbs and pulses, filling you as he grinds against your ass.

The two of you lay there, basking in your afterglows. When he pulls back from you, he takes in your wrecked expression, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. He's ever so kind to pull out slowly, watching as you drip with his seed. "Damn, wish I had my phone. This view would be perfect for the spank bank."

You reply with a fucked out moan.

Doug just chuckles.

He lets you rest for a moment, drinking in the sight of you. If he wasn't… well, Doug, he might even say you look beautiful.

But he doesn't. He doesn't do that sappy shit. Instead, he drops five cards on you. "Come on, Dork. If you win, I'll consider having a round two."

You flip him off.

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[revelboo]

If we are sharing pets I hope you don’t mind I share my 5 year old senior Guinea pig Cinder she was born a (theorized) runt with narrow nasal passages and a weakened immune system (the reason the vet begrudgingly said she should probably be a single pig that and Cinder hates other Guinea pigs which is odd for a sow but she was also underweight when we got her and that could be a factor) so she’s had chronic respiratory issues since we got her. The picture of her with the white towel is her at 2-3 months. But she is still trucking along just fine. She has survived URI’s, the flu, and a bought of pneumonia.

Honestly I’m about the same with having health issues on my end 😂 imagining now the bot that gets stuck with me. Or a just person with random crap to deal with stuff like for example like diabetes, Crohns, lupus, or thyroid etc issues just like the random needs extra care 🤣

I feel that. Started getting arthritis in my spine and hands in my 20s 🤣 Rev’s not a healthy human-type creature

Care

TFP Ratchet

• “I let you out of sight for a week,” he growls, sounding like he wants to break something and you’d laugh if you weren’t so miserable. But you’re pretty sure just telling him your doctor had said something might be off with your immune system years ago and that you’d not only failed to go to the follow-up appointments, but had pretty much ghosted that doctor since, isn’t going to make him happy.

• It’s driving him crazy not being able to help. He’d started reluctantly digging into human medicine databases after the kids had started hanging around and had doubled down on it after he found you. Wanting to know everything about you just so he could take care of you. And he can’t. Can’t do anything.

• “It’s just the flu,” you say, huddling deeper into your blanket with a cough. “I was around a lot of people and one of them was sick. It’s not a big deal.” Even if he’s acting like you’re actively dying. He’d somehow bullied Fowler into making a drug store run for you and you’ve got more cough medicine, DayQuil, and Kleenex than you could ever use. You appreciate the effort, though.

• How can he believe that when you immediately start sneezing and coughing, eyes streaming before you draw your knees up and rest your head on them. That looks like a big deal, you look miserable. “I’m scanning you again,” he says and you swat at him, but he runs the device over you anyway. And scowls at the readout. “Your temperature is up another degree.”

• Blowing out a breath, you wish he’d have just left you at your house. That way you could be miserable in peace without him hovering and fussing. It’s not like you don’t feel loved with him being overbearingly worried, but you just want to sleep it off. In quiet. And that’s not happening. “Ratch,” you groan when he mass shifts and fluffs your pillow, fussing with your blankets as his jaw works. He hates this, you realize. That you’re sick and he can’t do anything about it.

• Venting in frustration, he freezes when you lay a hand on his arm. “I love you. You’re doing amazing, but please for the love of all that’s holy, let me sleep and I’ll do that thing you like when I’m better, okay?” You ask, sounding exhausted and it startles a laugh out of him. Venting, he leans his helm against your head.

[mya-valentine]

Hey! Could I request headcanons for Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya and Kaminari with a reader that is secretly good at singing but is kinda quiet about it. They usually just hum along to songs, the only time they sing is when their alone or if their with their friends so they can all harmonize together (they go into full on performance mode when that happens). Their secret does eventually gets out however. Thank you in advance!

Headcanon: S/O is Secretly Good at Singing

Katsuki Bakugou

At first, Bakugou doesn’t notice because you're always so quiet about it. But he starts catching you humming under your breath during training or while doing homework, and it piques his interest.

One day, he accidentally overhears you singing in an empty classroom when you think no one’s around. He’s completely stunned but pretends he wasn’t listening to avoid embarrassing you.

When your secret eventually gets out, Bakugou acts all nonchalant like, “Tch, I already knew.” But deep down, he’s proud and lowkey loves bragging about how talented you are.

If anyone tries to make fun of you or tease you about it, he’s ready to blow them up. No one disrespects his singer.

He’s secretly obsessed with hearing you sing, so he’ll play your favorite songs around you just to trick you into humming or singing along.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima’s super supportive and encouraging when he finds out. “Bro! That’s so manly! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

He’s the type to hype you up and literally beg you to sing more often. “C’mon, do it for me! Please? Just one song!”

When you perform with your friends, he’s front row, recording everything and screaming louder than anyone.

If you’re shy or embarrassed, he’s got your back. He’ll remind you how amazing you are and how much everyone loves your voice.

He loves the idea of doing little duets with you, even though his singing is... passionate but not exactly in tune. But hey, he tries.

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya is absolutely in awe when he discovers your talent. He’s the type to get super emotional and ramble about how incredible you are.

“You’ve been hiding this this whole time?! That’s amazing! You’re amazing!”

He’s genuinely curious about your musical journey and asks about your favorite artists, genres, and what inspired you to sing.

When your secret gets out, he’s both nervous and excited for you. He’ll always be there to support you and cheer you on, whether you’re performing or just vibing with friends.

He starts suggesting songs for you to try and would probably make playlists that match your vibe.

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari’s reaction is the most chaotic. He literally short-circuits when he hears you sing for the first time. “HOLY CRAP, DUDE. WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM US?!”

He immediately tries to get you to join his band or start a music channel with him. He’s all about those collabs.

When your secret gets out, he makes sure everyone knows how cool and talented you are. He’s like your personal hype man.

Kaminari loves harmonizing with you and turning casual jam sessions into full-blown concerts.

He 100% tries to convince you to sing karaoke with him at every party.

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Masterlist

[charliegyrth]

Carlos and Me

Two Growing Roommates

“I’m getting fat,” Carlos said as he stared at his stomach.

We were on the couch, watching Drag Race, and the declaration came out of nowhere.

“No you’re not,” I told my roommate. Just to prove it to him, I lifted up my shirt and showed the stomach rolls that I’d grown over the last year. “I’m getting fat. Not you.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he corrected me. “I mean, I’ve decided that I’m going to get fat.”

I muted the TV. “What?”

“I think I’d look good with a belly,” he said. “I mean, it looks good on you.”

“Thank you?” I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me. Despite all the comments and tummy-pokes I’d gotten from our other friends, Carlos had always kept really silent when the topic of my weight gain came up. I’d just crossed into 200 territory, so maybe now he was starting on me, too.

“You’re welcome,” he said, implying that his compliment was real.

“You don’t want to get fat.”

“Why? You don’t want to share the spotlight?”

I didn’t understand.

“Don’t play dumb. Everyone’s always talking about how fat you are now. To your face. Behind your back. I want that kind of attention, too.”

“But… it’s not good attention.” I hated when our friends made fun of my new belly. It really pissed me off. All our friends were twinks and gym-obsessed muscle heads, and I felt like such a loser next to them. No one noticed me at the clubs. I was too insecure to go dancing because I knew I’d jiggle all over the place. I hadn’t had a real date in months. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.

And Carlos wasn’t my worst enemy. He was my roommate, and pretty much my best friend. Plus, he was super-hot. Dark hair. Nice chin. Sort of like Jacob Elordi, except short and Latino. He couldn’t seriously be thinking of throwing that all away just so he could get people to poke him in the belly.

“I like the attention you get,” he said. “I think it’s hot.”

“So you’re like a gainer now?”

“I guess.” He puffed out his stomach to see what it would look like. “So? Will you help me?”

“Help you get fat?”

“I mean, you’re the expert.” He acted like I was 300 pounds or something. I wasn’t even really fat. Just chubby. Just gay-fat.

“Sure,” I said. “If that’s really what you want.”

He leaned over and hugged me. “You’re the best, man. Just write down everything I need to eat each day and I’ll do it.”

This was very weird. But whatever. Odds are, he’d gain ten pounds and then move on to something else.

***

“Dean! Come in here right now!” Carlos called from his bedroom.

It had been three weeks since I’d written him a list of all the food he was supposed to eat in a week. Since then, I’d kind of forgotten about the whole thing.

But when I walked into his bedroom, I was instantly reminded. The place was filled with empty pizza boxes and candy wrappers. His desk was absolutely covered with fast food bags.

Carlos stood in the corner, shirtless. The scale was right in front of him.

Because it was winter, I’d only ever seen him in jackets and sweaters. (We didn’t use our heater a lot.) But now that I saw him in the flesh, I knew that he’d changed. A lot.

He’d grown love handles and the front of his belly drooped down further than mine. “Look! Look!” He jumped up and down in excitement, his chest and belly flopping with the movement.

I walked over and saw the number on the scale: 203. That was one pound more than me.

“That’s, um…”

“Amazing, right? How much are you?”

“202.”

“Holy crap! I outweigh you now? That’s incredible.”

“How could you have gained that much in three weeks?”

He gestured at all the trash littering his room. “Every day, I ate exactly what you said.”

“Every day?”

“Yup. I had one cheat day on the first week, because I was too stuffed. But otherwise, every single day.” He sounded so proud of himself.

“Carlos, I wrote you a weekly plan. Did you really eat a week’s worth of food every day for three weeks?”

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah. I guess I did. Impressed?”

“You’re sure this is what you want?”

“Touch it!” he said.

I didn’t move, so he grabbed my hand and slammed it against his gut. It definitely felt softer than mine.

“Oh, and feel this!” He moved my hand toward his new love handle, forcing me to feel the irregular curve of a stretchmark.

I didn’t have any of those.

“Jealous?”

“Not really.” I pulled my hand away.

“Don’t be a poor sport, man.” He looked at my own stomach, hidden under a thick sweater. “Can we compare?”

“No!”

“Whatever.” He crossed his arms, which only accentuated his stomach even more. “But you’re still going out with us tonight, right?”

“Where?”

“Billy’s birthday, idiot! We’re all going dancing! I can’t wait to show off.”

“I don’t think…”

“Come on. I know you’re worried that I’ll finally steal all the attention.”

I really didn’t want to go, but I was too curious to say no. I needed to see how all our friends would react.

***

I wore jeans and a loose black shirt to hide as much of my belly as possible. Carlos did the exact opposite. He wore a mesh shirt that ended at his belly button, putting his new roll of pudge on full display. Worse, he wore short shorts that barely fit 20 pounds ago, squeezing his hips so tightly that he was muffin-topping.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like a muffin.”

“Don’t be jealous!”

We arrived together, and of course, all eyes immediately locked on Carlos. He wanted to be the center of attention, and he was. Our friends lobbed a bunch of insults at him, and a few flicked at his love handles, but Carlos loved every minute of it.

Absolutely no one said anything about me, aside from one comment from Billy, who told me, “Looks like your bad habits are rubbing off on your roommate.”

Carlos spent most of the night on the dance floor, reveling in the way his body flopped around. He was having so much fun that a bunch of guys flocked to him like moths to a chubby flame.

Most of the really hot guys avoided him like the plague, but a few grinded against him, feeling his curves. He scored three numbers that night, while I stayed in the background drinking gin and tonics and pretending to be having fun.

***

“That was such a blast,” Carlos said when we got back home. He flopped onto the couch and started eating from a half-finished bag of pork rinds.

“Yup.”

“Don’t be so glum, man. You can catch up if you really put your mind to it.”

“Catch up?”

“Yeah. You haven’t gained anything in weeks.”

“Because I don’t want to gain!” I dropped onto the couch next to him, all those gin and tonics swimming through my head.

He offered me some of his pork rinds. I’d literally never eaten a pork rind before. The only reason I’d added it to his food list was because I thought it sounded unhealthy. Honestly, the whole concept disgusted me, but I was drunk and a little angry, so I took a handful.

“Tastes great, huh?”

Actually, they did. Not as salty as regular potato chips. I took another handful.

“If you want,” Carlos offered, “maybe we can start gaining together. It’ll help with my motivation. And, um, cheer you up a little.”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re sure? You don’t seem okay.”

I didn’t answer. I was too busy chewing.

***

After that night, Carlos no longer hid his gorge-sessions in his bedroom. He brought everything into the living room and spread out all his stuff on the coffee table. I think he wanted to show off. But he also wanted me to join him.

I didn’t.

I chose to ignore the piles of unhealthy food and just go about my life. It was hard, though. Whenever I watched TV, I was keenly aware of all the snacks that were just sitting there in arms’ reach. Over time, I started giving in. I’d take a cupcake or two. Then maybe a brownie or a pizza slice. Pretty soon, my will power crumbled and I became a constant snacker.

Carlos didn’t mind. He started buying extra of everything (with his own money). He liked sitting with me as we both ate.

Every few days, he gave me another weight update.

“Up two pounds this week.”

“Another pound since Sunday.”

“Three more. Can you believe it?”

I gave him half-hearted encouragement. Just the standard “Good job” or whatever.

I knew my weight was increasing, too. I wasn’t brave enough to step on the scale, but I could see my belly drooping further over my pants. And I could feel the extra jiggle when I moved. My only comfort was that Carlos was gaining much faster than me.

He still went clubbing a lot, always bragging about the numbers he scored but never bringing anyone home with him.

After Billy’s party, I stopped going out. Just didn’t feel up to it. I still chatted with our friends on the phone, though, and the topic always went back to Carlos.

“Can you believe how big he’s gotten?”

“He looks like a totally different person now.”

“You should’ve seen the outfit he was wearing.”

Those catty comments really annoyed me, but at least they weren’t directed at me anymore.

One Sunday, our friend Travis invited us to brunch. Carlos chose to sleep in. (He’d gone to a buffet by himself the night before and pushed things a bit too hard.) But I decided to go. I needed to get out of the house.

For the first time, I wasn’t nervous to see my friends. I knew that Carlos would once again be the topic of conversation.

But when I showed up, Travis took one look at me and his eyes bulged out of his head. “Dang! What happened to you?” The other guys chuckled, adding their own snide comments.

I awkwardly joined them at the table, swatting Travis’s hand away as he tried to jiggle my pec.

I’d taken comfort in the fact that I wasn’t gaining as fast as Carlos, but I was still gaining. Obviously. And without him there, wearing his revealing clothing and positioning his body in ways that showed off his new rolls, I was once again the fat one.

I shrank into my seat.

Travis mentioned something about my double chin. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it was pretty cutting.

I’d finally had enough. I opened my mouth to shout at them, to tell them all to go f*ck themselves, but something held me back.

Not something. Carlos. I thought about him, about how he absorbed all the negative comments and took pride in his fat. And it worked for him. People liked him because of it.

So instead of screaming, I said, “You’re just jealous, man.”

Travis stared at me in surprise. Then he burst out laughing. “Yeah, chubs. Totally.”

After that, the brunch was a blast. The guys kept razzing me, and I kept forcing my brain to accept the comments, appreciate them, and move on. We still talked about other stuff, though. Movies and work drama and Drag Race. For the first time in months, I actually liked my friends again.

By the end of the meal (in which I’d purposely overeaten), I even let Travis flick my moob.

***

When I got home, Carlos was snacking on the couch. He’d cranked up the heat, so he could be shirtless again. His belly oozed out of him, no firmness left. Just soft, liquid rolls. He’d developed a few more stretchmarks recently. The older ones had faded but the new ones were bright red.

I still didn’t have any of those, thankfully.

“So how was brunch?” he asked through a mouthful of muffin.

“Fun,” I said honestly.

“Did people notice your new chin?”

“Of course.”

He sat up straight. “Tell me everything they said.”

And I did. I repeated all the comments that I could remember, and he listened raptly, continuously eating as I talked.

“You don’t sound as angsty today,” he said.

“I guess I’m not.”

“Cool.” He leaned against the couch and purposely pushed out his stomach. He was offering it to me. He wanted me to touch.

And for the first time, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to feel all the pounds that he’d slathered onto himself.

He felt even softer than he looked. Warm, too. I traced my fingers through the new fold that he’d developed under his chest.

That made him whimper. Slowly, he turned toward me. “Are you finally ready to just… give in? Grow me with?”

That was a big question, and I was a little afraid to answer.

I nodded.

He leaned close and kissed me right on the mouth. It was electric. His lips tasted like chocolate.

His hands explored my soft sides and my hands explored his. I loved the way he felt, and I loved even more how he made me feel.

He pulled away for a moment. “You don’t know how many guys I’ve turned away, waiting for you to finally come to your senses.”

“Don’t brag,” I joked.

“What? I’m hot.”

“We both are.”

***

“Three-forty-six!” Carlos shouted from the scale. “Beat that.”

I waddled over and slapped him on his dimpled ass. Unlike my massive backside, his ass had gotten kind of concave with all his extra fat. Beautifully lumpy, though. Since he past 250, his new fat had almost all accumulated on his gut, while I’d become much more bottom heavy. I liked how our body types were so different. It made things feel less competitive.

I stepped on the scale. “Three-oh-nine,” we both said at the same time.

I was never going to be heavier than Carlos. Despite how much I wanted that, he’d gotten a head start and maintained a level of dedication that I could never match. Still, eleven pounds since last month wasn’t too shabby.

“I win again,” he said, grabbing me by the love handles and pulling me closer. He gave me a quick kiss and then licked his lips. “Brownies?”

“Snickers, actually.”

He was always terrible at guessing what I’d just eaten.

He stepped back a bit and modeled for me, his arms wide, his belly wobbling. “Notice anything different.”

I looked closer. I knew every inch of my big, handsome man, so any changes were easy to spot. I brushed my finger against the edge of his tummy. “Right here.”

He’d sprouted another stretchmark seemingly overnight.

“It’s pretty itchy.”

“Should I get the cream?”

“No time,” he said. “Put a shirt on. The guys are coming over.”

I lumbered toward the dresser and pulled on one of Carlos’ old shirts. He’d outgrown it thirty pounds ago. The fabric ended just below my belly button, leaving a couple inches of flab exposed. I liked that. It drew attention.

Carlos pulled on a hot pink shirt and suspenders. Then we waddled together into the living room to assemble all the snacks for our guests. A few months ago, we decided to stop going to clubs except on special occasions. It had just become too difficult at our size. Now, we preferred to have our friends come over here, where the drinks and food were plentiful.

Pretty soon, Travis and his new boyfriend arrived. His boyfriend was a cute twink with a boring-ass personality, and Travis was Travis. He’d sprouted a beer gut recently, and it looked very cute on him.

“Hey, fatties!” he shouted.

Carlos and I glanced at each other. “You’re just jealous,” we both said.

The End.

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Lost focus (He’s too pretty)

Summary: Reader has an exam to study for and only has a few hours to cram everything in their brain. Distractions are a thing so reader decides that enlisting Jason’s help might work. It doesn’t

Words: 1.1k

Wrote this one myself. ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Can you tell how much I like him?

This was way more challenging than you thought it would be. You had a couple of chapters left with barely enough time to complete them. If! And only if, you got your shit together, rubbed them two brain cells, and forced yourself to push through, you might succeed. You could do it if you really put your mind to it, but

You just can’t focus.

Your phone was right side up right next you, and you can’t help but glance at it every time the screen lit up.

Gasp!

You just got an amazing idea!

It might just be genius.

Maybe Jason can help.

Jason, your hubby, your guardian Angel, your strong teddy bear, your sweetheart, the love of your life, the-

Okay-

You’re getting off track. Where were you?

Oh yes! Maybe Jason can help you keep your focus.

You get off your desk, stretch a bit cuz you been on that chair since like-… Wait…., what time even is it.

You glimpsed at your clock above your door, and-

Gasp!

Holy crap!

You’ve been get distracted for over an hour!

Realizing the amount of time you just wasted daydreaming, it cemented the fact that you absolutely must get Jason to keep track of you and act as your pretty, beautiful, breathtaking, delightful, sexy-

Whoa- best to keep it family friendly.

You just need him! Period!

And so, you venture out of your room and into the harsh, chaotic environment that resides outside your door that you haven’t seen in years -ahem- a few hours.

Jason was just chillin’ on the couch in the living room reading a book that he’d been wanting to catch up on since forever, it’s a rare day off.

You arrive at the entrance of the living room and pause, your gaze wandering in search of him.

Huzzah!

Lover has been spotted!

Now to plot a dramatic entrance and maybe hope to startle him.

(You know he heard you from the moment you left your room, but you like to delude yourself into thinking that you might be able to sneak up on him)

You stomp your way into the living room and stand just a few feet away from the entrance-

He noticed you making your way in and opened his beautiful mouth with pretty soft, glossy lips that you could just bite-

Whoa- family friendly remember?

-to ask if you needed anything.

You then announce,

“Beloved! I have encountered a dilemma and require your assistance!”

Jason looks at bit surprised at your use of fancy talk then chuckles, “Sure thing, chipmunk. What do you need?”

You now lose your nerve and just revert back to normal talk, totally not because you lack the proper vocabulary to talk like a person out of a fantasy novel, definitely not.

It’s not!

Anyway!

Where were you? Ah, right. You were about to converse with this divine being you call your boyfriend, who has graced your life with his presence and brought nothing but good fortune and love, and ask for his help.

He looks at you expectantly, closing his book after bookmarking it, and waits for you to answer.

His eyes are pretty as he looks at you. Like a swirl of green in a bottomless ocean that would just absolutely drown you, from love or something else you don’t know, you don’t mind either. If he points his gun at you and shoots, you might just thank him for it.

Damn.

You’re a simp.

He’s still waiting for you to speak.

Okay! Not the time to have realizations about yourself! Concentrate!

You clear your throat, “I just need you keep track of me while I study so I don’t get distracted.” You take a deep breath to compose yourself and not drift back to thinking about how his thighs could-

WOAH!! ABORT! ABORT!

He gives you a nod to encourage you to finish what you wanted to say. Honestly, bless his heart. His patience is eternal. Especially if he has to deal with you. A million topics at a time with no momentary focus whatsoever.

You take another deep breath, “I’m getting really distracted and really need you to keep me focused and just watch me to make sure I get things done. Can you help me?” You look down as you fiddle with the strings of your hoodie. Why is it so embarrassing to ask for his help. Maybe cuz it feels like a godly creation such as himself shouldn’t be doing dumb things just to appease a feeble mortal like you. How you bagged someone like him is beyond you.

“Sure, chipmunk. I don’t mind.” He smiled. Oh, my god. It’s too bright. You stare. You think you’re getting blinded by how brightly he shines.

What’s that noise?

Oh, he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face. He looks concerned. Oh no. You made Angel upset. Damnit! Think fast!

“Sweetheart?” He asks, “You with me?” He’s slightly frowning in worry. The light from the living room window highlights his hair and makes his high cheekbones more pronounced. His hair looks really shiny and fluffy too. You just wanna touch it.

So you do.

You reach out a hand towards his head as he looks at you with concern mixed in with confusion. You run your fingers through his hair, you then start petting it.

Mmm. Fluffy.

Realization makes its way across his face. He snorts, then lets out a short laugh. If that’s the last sound you hear before you die, then you can die happy. “Is that why you wanted me to help?” He smirks, “Can’t keep track of your attention?” He’s not pulling away, so you guess he’s enjoying your little pets.

“Uhh,” how dignified, “Yeah, n-no. I can’t.”

He smiles again at your stutter, you’re so cute. His smile seems brighter than your future, your heart might just give out at this point, “Alright. Let’s get you back to studying, yeah?”

He gives a kiss on the forehead before he turns you around, gently grabs you by your shoulders, and starts walking you back to your room.

As you enter, he nudges you towards your desk while he takes a seat on your bed.

He claps twice, “Chop chop, Chipmunk! Time to focus.” He then brings out a different book outta nowhere. Where was he hiding that? “I’ll be right here the whole time. Time to get to it, sweets.”

You nod in determination while give him a salute. He chuckles at your response as he lays back on your pillows while you turn back to your desk to try and get things done.

…..

You can hear him slowly breathing on your bed, the rustling noises that his clothes make when he moves to adjust himself, the flip of the paper from the book he’s reading. You took a glimpse at him from your peripherals. He looks ethereal in his fitted shirt and baggy sweatpants.

Yeah, you’re definitely failing your exam.

I think I have adhd…..

[holding-on-to-josh]

i need to rant about how much i love snap back. this song is an absolute masterpiece in terms of sound, lyrics, harmonies, and meaning. me and my close friend were talking about how amazing this song was yesterday. love you avery

- it has this distinct summer sound that sounds nostalgic to me and it just feels like i’m driving toward the sunset and it gives me a feeling like everything’s gonna be okay, despite the song itself

THIS PART is so deep. it’s like you’re still running from the past, but more so you’re still THINKING about the past which is keeping you from looking into the future and seeing what’s right in front of you. this i feel is something anybody can relate to because we look back a lot on life and try to use it to improve.

This idea of refusing help and possibly pushing away people you love because of how closed off or isolated you may feel. i know for a fact that when i’m going through something or having a rough day i lash out at anyone who tries to talk to me or help, and this lyric is absolutely amazing at describing this feeling of biting the hand that helps you, then giving it stitches.

first of all, the backslide reference! these two songs feel like siblings to me. but about the lyrics, the song is talking about a backslide, a relapse, a return to something. “all of that progress lost today” “it’s a backslide”. feeling like all that work, all that progress is worth nothing because you ended up back at square one. it’s as if you were climbing a slide only to slip back down.

This is not so much about lyrics but more so about structure and sound, BECAUSE THE HARMONIES?? god when i heard those harmonies for the first time on this song i ugly sobbed for a good fifteen minutes because holy crap it sounds amazing. it feels like several different people are telling you it’s all gone, and that’s what anxiety and insecurity feels like to me, like a bunch of tiny voices telling you stuff

don’t get me STARTED on this lyric because if you’re introspective like me and you’re always trying to look into how you feel and why you feel like this, this is insanely relatable. sometimes i’m able to come up with a bunch of reasons that make sense on why i’m feeling a certain way, which can lead to me being able to feel better or deal with it better, but there are also times where i run out of excuses as to why i am this way, why i feel this way. but i just think as humans we won’t always have the answers, and that’s okay

I really like this part because he’s USING THE FALSETTOS TO COMMUNICATE TWO VOICES. he’s talking to the backslide/relapse as if it’s a person (kind of like how nico/blurryface is a person that resembles tyler’s insecurities) and it’s genius. he’s saying “welcome back to the show”, welcome BACK being that this is not a one time occurrence, but something that keeps returning, even if it’s not wanted.

the way i see it, the normal voice is his more rationale than just his insecurities, and this is shown through him saying he better move to a fresher approach, showing that he has a desire to change things up to see if it makes him feel different. and the new adaptation, in my opinion, i see it as him realizing that it may not ever go away fully, but he can adapt because humans adapt.

Let’s not forget this gem. absolute genius at lyrics tyler joseph is, and this line is evil because it cuts so deep. The fact that he’s referring to himself as having elasticity, i see it as him saying he’s changed a lot, or he’s willing to change if it means finding his way back. the feeling of knowing you’ve gotten off track and wanting to get back to where you were before, but not knowing how, so all you can do is pray that you’ll somehow get back there, to how things were before. this further contributes to the backslide theme of the song.

That’s all i have to say for now, just wanted to get that out there because i cannot listen to this song without sobbing my lungs out. 😵‍💫

[rylem33]

Glow Up

Brooke stormed out of the Glow Labs pop-up, her glossy pink lips parted in a furious scowl. Heather followed right behind, fuming, her heels clicking violently against the polished tile of the mall floor.

Click.

Some random loser by the pretzel stand snapped a photo. Brooke spun on instinct, straight platinum-blonde hair whipping dramatically over one bare shoulder.

The bounce. The swish. Where did that come from?

She winced. Her blue lace mini dress clung to her body like shrink wrap, showing off a perky chest she definitely didn’t have this morning. Every step made her hips sway and everything jiggled now. It was absolutely not the ex-soccer-captain build she was used to.

“I swear to god, they did something to us,” she hissed, voice soft and sugary even when she was pissed.

Heather wasn’t listening. She was tugging at the plunging neckline of her cherry-red halter top, which barely covered her very prominent new cleavage. Her silky dark hair framed her bronzed face, now absolutely caked in contour and highlighter.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window and cursed under her breath. “I look like… a fucking bottle service girl.”

This wasn’t how the captain of the debate team was supposed to look. She used to wear black turtlenecks and ripped jeans and had three piercings in one ear. It was all gone now, replaced by gold hoops and glassy, doe-eyed confusion.

“You look amazing,” Brooke snapped, flinching as the words came out.

No no no—why did I say that?

Heather turned sharply. “Excuse me?!”

“I mean…” Brooke paused. A giggle bubbled up and escaped before she could stop it. “Ugh! They, like, did something to our brains too!”

Heather crossed her arms, pushing up her already-ridiculous cleavage.

“This dress is stupid. My tan looks fake. And I’m not nearly mad enough.” She pouted. “But all I wanna do is… take a selfie?”

Brooke stared at her. Her lips parted to say something serious, to grab onto that moment of clarity. But then she caught herself in the reflection behind Heather.

The blue dress made her look like a Barbie that had crawled off an Instagram reel. Not like the girl who used to crush weights at the gym and run three miles before first period. Not the girl who used to snort when she laughed and wore her hair in a messy bun 24/7.

Holy crap. I’m hot.

“Ugh,” she whispered, her hands sliding down the sides of her waist. “This is so messed up.”

Heather, meanwhile, had already pulled out her phone.

“Okay but like… if they did mess us up,” she said, snapping a front-camera pic, “they messed us up, like, so cute. Look!”

She turned the screen toward Brooke.

Brooke gasped.

They looked like total bombshells: pouty, glossy, sultry, and completely irresistible.

“No,” Brooke said quickly. “We have to fight this. I am not some dumb blonde…”

“Babe, your roots are literally platinum,” Heather said flatly.

Brooke stared. She reached up and ran her fingers through the long, thick curtain of hair.

Heather whispered, swiping through filters. “I just wanna look good. Like, all the time.”

Brooke posed beside her without being asked, leaning in with a soft smile, lips slightly parted, tits pushed up for the frame.

Click.

Heather grinned. “We need, like, a name. For our brand. Something, like, catchy. Maybe… ‘Broather?’ Eww…no. How about ‘The B&H Dolls?!’”

Brooke giggled. “Yesss, I love that.”

And just like that, the last trace of who they were before vanished into the filtered light of their phone camera.

[isopuppi]

I'm studying your art style right now (really really love how you draw fur/furries overall and am trying to learn how you do it) and I hope you really appreciate yourself as am artist because this is so hard. You have such a sense for proportions and for making everything chunky (down to the little fur tuffs) and cute and it's amazing. It doesn't help that I'm doing this study in traditional so my lines seem much harsher, but it also highlights to me how much every single aspect of your art is so important for the full picture to form.

Sorry for the long ask, I just hope you know that you're awesome and it's crazy how much skill it takes to make your pieces :]

This is literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard holy crap thank you, I am so honored you feel this way about my work. You are an angel.

[eldritch-spouse]

So I was scrolling through AO3 when I remembered this game that was popular a while back that had a hot sleep paralysis demon.

I decided to try and find some hot demon somno when I found a long one-shot. It was so amazing, I was reading it and was caught off guard by how much I liked it. Funny thing is, as I was reading it I was like "holy crap I wonder if pinnie would be into this game this fic makes me feel like she'd like it." I mean, even the smut made it so that the monster had a slit! It was perfect!

Then, I got to the end, and found out the author basically drew their own interpretation of the monster. The art style was so familiar, and I was like omggg pinnie would fuck with this so hard I should send an anon link to the fic.

Then at the end... there was a link to your Tumblr.

Girl. I literally felt simultaneously big brained and dumb of ass. I felt like my worlds collided.

Just wanted to let you know about that silly situation! Also that you are such an amazing writer, I was able to somehow connect a fic to you without even knowing that you were the one who wrote it 💀💀

Anyway, for anyone wondering, name of the game is (Don't) open your eyes. The fanfic in question is https://archiveofourown.org/works/37353664

Oh yeahh, that was one of the first real things I did around this blog. I was all over the place back then, and dipping my toes on how well monsterfuckery would be accepted here.

The art is, well, aged. I sketched him again just because it was bothering me a little.

I've actually tried to make a part 2 a couple of times, but everything ended up feeling subpar compared to the original. To the point where I asked- Can I make something equal to the first part? And the answer is no, not right now at least.

I'm surprised you didn't notice it was me kkkk, considering my author name on AO3 is quite literally "Eldritch_Spouse" and my writing style is all there.

It's kind of like what happened to me when I made a friend, and even though I knew they wrote fanfiction, I would have never guessed that SEVERAL of my saved works were THEIRS until I actually checked the authors.

[mysterylover123]

Watching G1 Transformers 'Revenge of Bruticus"

No context just enjoy

Note: I think this might be the best episode of G1 so far.

Screamer basically dumps the Combaticons after five minutes stuck on a rock with them. Damn that's cold.

SHOCKWAVE RIDING ON STARSCREAM LIKE A PONY LOL THAT IMAGE IS HILARIOUS

Screamer and Shockwave then have this series of team-ups and backstabs that feels like ten episodes of Game-of-thrones-style Machiavellian scheming in about two minutes.

Holy shit Screamer is on-game in this episode. Where was this Screamer the rest of the series!? And wow he sure is persistent.

Oh fuck yes an Autobot Decepticon team-up again!! Also is this the THIRD time Megs and OP have teamed up because of Screamer (note - checked, only the second. But third time they've teamed up overall)

Why is it that freaking MEGATRON, an evil world-conquering monster, can put aside his problems and work with his nemeses to save the planet their own from searing to uninhabitable temps, but most humans can't? Seriously when freaking Megatron has the moral high ground on us there's something wrong here.

Megs and OP literally give their body parts to the Spacebridge. Does that make its new console their science kid?

WOW Starscream blatantly lies and Shockwave is like "He's lying" and Megs is like "whatever". Wow Megs who soft ARE you for Screamer?!

And we get Screamer kind of joining the team-up and helping Megs and OP, and OP saves Megs' ass from Bruticus, aw!

And everything on Earth would've been dead looooong before the point it nearly hits the sun but let's pretend science in this universe works differently. I mean there's alien robots who turn into cars so.

Megs just takes Screamer back immediately. God what the hell does he do to you in the bedroom that keeps you hooked on this Megs?

And OP has this sweet moment too of hoping this team-up means good things! Competing MegOp and Megastar feels here.

Anyway HOT DAMN that was a great episode! Amazing dueling gambit pileups and schemes and Screamer just being at his scheamy best, and both sides making an amazing showing! A Megop team-up! Shockwave getting to do something! Action on Cybertron and earth! High stakes! This really should've been the season finale, next eps got a lot to top.

Also, only two eps away from the movie. Holy crap. I only get one more ep before everyone dies.

[karmaajr]

guys not the way I cried over my mum getting pissed at me outside our flat earlier and calling me a chav

for context, she called me on my phone a while back n started yelling at me n I was SO lost n turned out she only wanted me and my relative to go downstairs and pick up the shopping

n I tried to get our relative to wake up but bro js got pissy with me so I started stressing out on what I should tell my mum JUST when she calls me on my phone again

the convo follows:

-> *name* where the hell are you? it's freezing, I'm not getting all of this crap myself

-> my bad my bad, I'm uhm trying to find clothes to change into?? also *relatives name* won't wake up so what do I do??

-> I don't know! for God's sake do I have to do everything around here? just get down here

-> im still in my pjs tho...

-> I DONT CARE just come downstairs!! stop overcomplicating everything for once

-> okayokay sorry, I'll be down in a min after I find my coat

-> it's fine, it's pretty warm

i was kinda confused CUZ SHE LITERALLY SAID IT WAS FREEZING LIKE A MINUTE BEFORE??? but like, whatevs!! I still go find my coat though because like....... homie my pjs is a tank top and some thin pyjama trousers so HELL NO LMAOOO 😭😭😭

n I get downstairs after a bit n mum starts giving me stuff while giving me dirty looks and I'm like whatevs, she's probs in a bad mood cuz I was so slow n then MY DUMBASS makes the mistake of tucking my hair behind my ear 💀

which then reveals my collarbone more clearly and my mum absolutely LOSES HER SHIT OMG?!?! like girl starts screaming at me to zip up and starts saying how I look like a chav n like a....... ✨️paid adult fun timer in the making✨️ to make it PG for yall 😍😍

anyways like two minutes later our creepy neighbour pulls up and makes everything SM worse n even looks me up and down with a smirk while offering to "help us out while (my) baba is gone" as if im not literally younger than his eldest daughter 🙏🙏 (only by a year BUT STILL HOLY SHIT?? WE USED TO BE FRIENDS AS WELL SO IT MAKES IT SM WORSEE)

n ya the walk back upstairs adds to the shittiness of it all cuz mums talking shit about like, everybody in existence once again AND TALKING SMACK ABT OUR RELATIVE WHICH IS COMPLETELY FAIR CUZ OUR RELATIVE IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING OMG 💀💀💀🙏

anyways like half n hour ago I went to the living room (where my mum and sister are cuddling on the sofa watching some film that i wasnt told they were gna be watching so thats whatevs ig :D) after putting the kettle on boil and tried to check with my mum if she said what she actually said (cuz this happens a lot n she denies it afterwards which makes me feel like I'm going mad omg) and she starts laughing for like 2-3 minutes straight with me standing in the doorway on the verge of teats n my sister like "amma what word??? what word is she talking about????"

anyways I give up, pour myself some hot water after basically getting the confirmation and go to my mums room (2 bedroom flat and my relatives taken over my room atp) to cry LOL

then locked in a few minutes later BCUZ WHAT AM I CRYING OVER TF?!??!? STOP BEING A LIL BITCHHHHH????!? then I remember her absolute loathing for chavs and them lot, get upset again and blah blah now im listening to AMAZING ass covers on YouTube (on my ipad) n writing this so I can stop feeling upset omg 🙏🙏🙏 ANYWAYS BAI YALL WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO READ THIS WHOLE THINGGG

[grey342]

you're amazing 👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻

could you write something about Phil asking reader to marry him? saw the first hangover movie recently and this man screams husband material 🥵

Marry me?

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Phil's and his girlfriend go out for their anniversary and she notices he's acting different.

warnings - Phil being nervous (he's adorable) and reader being oblivious.

authors note - Thank you! You guys are too nice to me, making me blush and kick my feet frrr🤭. I love this request so much and I TOTALLY agree. Again so sorry for this coming out so late 😀 I promise I’m working on it for you guys! Lmk what you think and send in any more requests you have!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Holy shit.

Tonight is your four year anniversary and he's acting so weird.

You noticed first when you were both getting ready to go. Fidgeting with his hands, wiping the sweat from his brow and constantly tapping his pocket.

You tried to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on. You struggled to understand why he would be behaving like this, the night was going perfectly.

You were at your favourite restaurant, outside by the beach. You were even alone which was strange considering this place is usually packed with people. The table was covered with rose petals and candles. The sun was setting beautifully, it was the perfect night.

"Isn't it pretty?" You ask looking at him.

"Hm? What?" He stumbles on his words. You smile softly and take his hand in yours, an attempt to comfort him.

"The view," you say looking out, "isn't it pretty?"

"Yes..Yes it is." He replies looking at you. You look at him, blushing when you realise. You notice his smile drop slightly and it's replaced with the same expression he's been wearing all night. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand, gaining his attention.

"Sweetie?" You call.

"Hm?" He mumbles.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes look directly into yours, widened with panic.

"Wha-What do you mean? Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?" He responds too quickly for your liking.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything." You smile at him.

“I know” he places his other hand on top of yours, “ everything is fine I promise.” He forces a smile. You’re still not convinced but you let it go not wanting to cause an argument on your anniversary. You look back out, when he takes a deep breath and calls to you.

“Baby..”

“Yea - holy shit" You whisper, stunned by the sight before you. Phil down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

"Alright, you know i'm not good with the sappy crap," you chuckle quietly, "but 'm gonna try my best. When I first met you I thought you were the most annoying bitch I had ever met. I mean in my entire life and i've met some bitchy women let me tell yo-"

"Phil,"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe..don't talk about other women when your proposing to me."

"Oh, yeah. Whatever, the point was you were a cunt," you let out a loud laugh, this calms him instantly, "but the more I got to know you, the more I realised how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You made me feel things I had never felt before, you trusted me enough to show your vulnerable side and that made me want to do that with you. I know we've had our tough patches but, you pulled us through it. Never giving up on us. Never giving up on me." Tears are blurring your vision.

"Anyway let's cut the bullshit and get to the important bit.," you kick him lightly, he giggles, "My love, my life, will you marry me?" The tears are rolling down your cheeks now, you can even see tears brimming his eyes.

"Yes, yes..Yes! Of course i'll marry you!" He stands up pulling you with him and embraces you. He grabs your hand and places the ring on your finger. You admire it for a couple seconds before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with so much love you felt yourself getting choked up again.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"I know.." You reply, he chuckles in response and closes the gap between your lips once more. Your heart beaming, excited for what the future will bring you.

[boundandbrews]

Just One Song- Milo Manheim

Summary: A chance encounter at a New York City karaoke bar leads to an unexpected connection between two groups—and two people who weren’t looking for anything more than a fun night out. But sometimes, one song is all it takes to change everything.

Milo Manheim x Reader

This is my first fic…..please be gentle!

New York City buzzed with its usual energy, but the tucked-away karaoke bar on the Lower East Side pulsed with something different tonight. Between the sound of off-key pop songs and the clink of glasses, you knew you were in for a good night out with your friends. What made it even better? It was Disney Karaoke Night—your best friend’s one request for her birthday celebration. On a Tuesday night, the bar shouldn’t have been too crazy. It was the perfect way to let loose after dinner.

As you walked in, you spotted a group sitting to the left, clearly having the time of their lives. They were cheering on every singer who stepped up to the mic and dancing along to the music.

Your group grabbed a table near the center, close to the stage, ready for some liquid courage before anyone attempted to sing. You wanted to get up there. You weren’t a bad singer, but a drink or two was definitely necessary before performing in front of strangers. Everyone ordered a round, and a few of you submitted songs.

Glasses were raised in a toast to the birthday girl when you suddenly heard your name called for the next song. You looked a little nervous to the crowd, took a big sip of your drink, and jumped up on stage. When the opening chords of “She’s So Gone” started, the energy in the room shifted. Your voice was confident, clear, and carried like it had always belonged there. You got completely lost in the song, dancing and singing, living out your rockstar moment.

From the left side of the room, the other group took notice. Two of them whispered to each other, “Okay… wow.” “She’s good!”

“She’s amazing,” one corrected, watching the way you smiled as the final note faded and your group erupted in cheers.

You made your way to the bar for another drink—and a water—trying to act cool, even though your heart was still racing. That was so fun! You were definitely putting in for another song. Then, you suddenly felt someone beside you.

“Whiskey ginger?” a guy asked, eyeing your glass. “Strong move.”

You laughed. “It’s my go-to.”

“You didn’t need any help,” he said. “That was incredible.”

You turned—and there he was. Tall, relaxed, effortlessly charming in a denim jacket and sneakers. Holy crap, he’s cute.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile.

“I’m Milo. And you’re mystery girl with a killer voice,” he said with a grin. “Which is way more interesting.”

Standing at the bar, the conversation kept flowing. After a few minutes, you were about to excuse yourself, not wanting to ditch your friend during her birthday celebration, but she signaled you to keep talking. So you did. And it was surprisingly easy.

Unbeknownst to you both, your two groups had started to merge; chatting, watching the karaoke, and keeping an eye on your little corner of the bar. Then they came up with a plan.

“So,” Milo asked, tilting his head, “do you sing outside of karaoke bars in New York City?”

Before you could answer, a chorus of cheers erupted from the front. Your names had popped up on the screen: “Start of Something New.”

Milo blinked. “Did you—?”

You shook your head, laughing. “Not me.”

You both turned to see your friends grinning and chanting your names.

“Well,” he said, offering his hand, “guess it’s our turn.”

You stepped on stage, laughing through the first lines as Milo fully committed to Troy Bolton mode. Singing with him was so much fun. It was equal parts flirty and ridiculous—he delivered the Troy lines with over-the-top flair, while you leaned into the mic like you were born to perform. By the final chorus, the entire bar was clapping along.

Meg, phone up and filming, caught every second. When the song ended and the two of you exchanged a look, half disbelief, half undeniable spark, she zoomed in and whispered into her mic,

“Milo just found his wife.”

—

The groups blended easily afterward, cheering on more performances and ordering another round. Then, the birthday girl turned to you and whispered that she needed a bathroom buddy. In the women’s room, she spun around and said, “Dude. What is happening right now?! Do you even know who they are? Who he is?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, his name is Milo… and I don’t remember the rest of their names.”

She laughed. “Dude, they’re famous! They were on Disney Channel. Milo’s in School Spirits—I’ve told you to watch it like five times. He was on Dancing with the Stars, which you love! And his mom was on Law & Order, your favorite show ever! I can’t believe you didn’t recognize him.”

Your eyes widened. He did look familiar, but you’d convinced yourself it was just because he was attractive and personable. “Well… none of that really matters. He hasn’t brought it up or flaunted it, none of them have. They’re just out having fun. And honestly? I’ve really liked talking to him. Let’s just go back out and enjoy the night.”

When you returned, Milo had already ordered you a refill and handed it to you with a smile. The next karaoke act wasn’t anyone from your group, but as the opening lines of “Someday” started playing, Milo turned to you with a sly smile and a wink. He knew what the bathroom conservation was, but you weren’t making it a big deal. And he loved that.

After a while, both groups decided to head to another bar a few blocks away. Everyone was still buzzing about your duet, singing random lines from the song and teasing you and Milo. On the walk over, instead of sticking with his friends, he fell into step beside you.

“So,” he said, gently bumping your shoulder, “tonight turned out better than expected.”

“It really did.”

“I was thinking,” he added, slowing his pace a little, “we should do this again. Just… maybe without a bunch of people watching us sing next time.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused and surprised. “Are you asking me out?”

“I’m trying to,” he said, hands stuffed in his pockets, a little sheepish. “Would that be okay?”

You smiled. “Yeah. That would be very okay.”

The second bar was dimly lit, with chill vibes. Your groups squeezed into booths, ordered fries and drinks, and queued up songs on the TouchTunes. Milo stayed close the rest of the night—asking about your favorite Broadway shows, letting you steal fries, and doing his best to impress you with stories from growing up and living in NYC.

Eventually, the groups began heading out, trading hugs and goodbyes. Outside, Milo pulled you into a hug—warm and lingering. As you stepped back, he paused for a moment, then leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I can’t wait for our date,” he said softly.

You smiled. “Me either.”

And as he watched you walk away, still grinning to himself, Milo knew that somehow—through a random night out with friends, a birthday, and a surprise duet—something pretty unforgettable had just started.

Like I mentioned above this is my first fic. I have been a reader on here forever though! Something about Milo finally gave me the itch to write! Let me know your thoughts! I can write a part two about their first date!