A home for the little non-smutty Pentatonix oneshots I end up writing to reach my daily word count goal when my main stories are uncooperative.
Let me know what you think, because frankly if I'm writing these, I need the encouragement. 😆
Ships wil...
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It isn't like Mitch hasn't considered it. He knew when they got married that Scott wanted kids. He's never been as sure; even in those moments where he thinks he might agree, it usually fades quickly.
Except lately, the warm, fuzzy glow he gets whenever he watches yet another baby fall in love with Scott playing peekaboo in the grocery store hasn't been fading.
"Let's do it," he says suddenly, as Scott's latest friend is pushed away in her cart. "Let's have a baby."
Yeah, okay. If their future kid smiles even half that brightly, it'll totally be worth it.
Compatibility (PG-13)
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They're watching music videos one night. Amateurish things with shitty music and bad lighting. But there's one guy who drops to his knees, head tilting back, lips parted, while the lead singer tugs at the ring in his collar that makes them both simultaneously moan "Fuck".
Scott glances at Mitch. "You want him to fall like that for you?"
"Not exactly." Mitch shifts in his seat. "I want to fall."
Oh. Oh. "Would you, um, do it for me?"
Mitch's smirk is delicious. "Buy me a collar and find out."
Annnnd time to test the true limits on PostMates deliveries.
His (G)
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