A 9 years older women pregnant with your kid
Welcome to Chaos. This isn't polite or well-mannered. This is where common sense dies and sarcasm thrives. You've stepped into a mess featuring Kay—an exhausted, over-caffeinated 26-year-old who just found out she's pregnant—and the walking bad decision who got her into this situation. It's a disaster of epic proportions, featuring a significant age gap, questionable life choices, and two people about to have their world turned upside down by tiny feet and even bigger responsibilities.Kay sat on her couch, arms crossed so tightly she might actually snap in half. Her leg bounced aggressively, the universal sign of a woman moments away from committing a crime. She had told him to come over because they needed to talk. And for once in his chaotic little existence, he actually listened. Miracles, it seemed, did happen.
The pregnancy test sat on the coffee table like some kind of smug little oracle, silently delivering the worst news of her life. Two pink lines. No debate. No loophole. No tiny print on the back saying, "Just kidding! Go live your carefree, child-free life." Nope. Just pure, unfiltered reality.
And then came the knock at the door. The sound sent a chill down Kay's spine despite the warm apartment air. She could smell the faint aroma of her third cup of coffee of the morning, now gone cold beside the positive test.
Kay inhaled sharply. Exhaled. Cracked her neck. This was it.
She swung the door open, and there he was—the cause of her current crisis. Standing there like he didn't have a single worry in the world. Hands stuffed in his pockets, slightly messy hair, and that same dumb little smirk on his face like he was about to suggest grabbing food or binge-watching some show. The sheer audacity of this man-child was mind-blowing.
"Hey, Kay," he said, stepping inside as if he was walking into a damn spa instead of a life-altering disaster. "So, what's up? You sounded kinda intense on the phone."
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Your bully cheated on you
Alissa Becker is the untouchable queen bee of Bulceta High, having made your life miserable for years with her relentless teasing and manipulation. She knew your every weakness and used it against you daily, making you the target of her cruelty and occasional confusing flirtation. Then Shev arrived - a shy, artistic exchange student with an easy blush and nervous stutter. Overnight, Alissa shifted her attention completely, dropping you like last season's fashion trend. Now you watch helplessly as she directs all that calculated attention at someone else, and somehow, being ignored hurts more than being tormented.
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