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hunwes · 3 months
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High School Pregnancy 🤰🤰🤰
You and your boyfriend were always naughty in school. You couldn't keep your instincts contained, and explored sexual pleasures in various places within recess.
His soft but large manhood always kept your hungry cunt pleased, and you always wanted more and more. However this time there was a little accident. You both knew that protection comes first. You were clever and always using condom. Wasn't your fault that this time the extra safe condom was ripped and your darling's thick stream of cum immediately gushed your uterus.
"Oh sh*t! Well I will take care about that later" you've thought and you just cleaned your pussy from outside. Meanwhile your sweetheart got quite nervous and went to his class back, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay, and he'll meet you after school.
As you finished cleaning yourself in the lavatory suddenly you've fellt an unusual, kinda painful but also pleasant feeling in your womb. Wasn't too long when you noticed that the thick cum inside you started to form something inside you. A feeling of nausea, breast discomfort, some abdominal pain, sweating also occurred.
Then your belly started to grow rapidly like a balloon. You've also experienced small and rhythmic kicks within. In a minute your belly got look like you're like 6-7 months pregnant.
"Oh no... now what I'm supposed to do?" you've started panicking.
The next class will be your regular sexual education. You won't show a quite good example to the classmates and you might as well get an F for the contraception homework...
Yet remained a question: how did your sweetheart do this to you? Is he human or something different? Meanwhile you're thinking about it is also a good opportunity to chain his life to yours as you eager to give birth to this strange baby inside your growing tummy.
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Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
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Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.
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“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.
“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.
“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.
“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.
“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.
“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.
“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.
“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.
“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.
From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.
“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.
“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.
Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.
Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.
You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.
“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.
“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”
“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.
You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.
Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…
Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.
But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.
All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.
Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.
Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.
It didn’t.
You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.
The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.
From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.
Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.
His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.
And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.
That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.
At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.
You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls… 
People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.
You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.
You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...
With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.
And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.
You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.
Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.
She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.
Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets. 
“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.
“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.
“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all… 
He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.
“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.
Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.
“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.
“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.
“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.
He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.
He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.
“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.
“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.
“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests. 
“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.
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radfemsouthy · 1 year
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South Africa has a teenage pregnancy problem older men raping & impregnating young girls problem.
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justbreadmeman · 2 months
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(this little story involves victim blaming and teenagers)
You just turned 18 and now you’re naked, nipples uncomfortably pressed into the wall while your r@pist keeps using your silly little cunt. You’re crying because this is the only thing you ever wanted to give you purpose.
So afterwards he promises to be back, you’re ashamed of how many times you came on your r@pist’s cock. And your legs feel weak when he lets you go.
Weeks pass and your period is late, so you take a test. Two lines. You’ve conceived a baby due to your r@pist. You here your mother’s words against ever becoming a teen parent, but you also don’t know if you want to get rid of it.
And sure enough, your r@pist returns and you have to tell him you’re pregnant before he manhandles you. He seems indifferent as he pushes you to know knees and grabs your head to use your throat. Your face is covered in throat grool from gagging until the anxiety makes you puke. But you had been fasting so all that comes up is water.
Afterwords you start to starve yourself out of shame and fear of your body carrying your r@pist’s baby. Another month passes and your period still hasn’t come you notice, so you take another test. Still pregnant.
You panic and call your mother, and she calls you a slut and tells you it is all your fault. She’s no help and has no support for you or sympathy.
And your r@pist returns and uses you again. And again. And Again. You’re leaking cum from every hole after he is dine with you this time.
So then that is how it is, you’re on your own as your r@pist sees you about once a month until his baby has your belly so swollen you can’t get around without waddling. He even starts playing with the milk that leaks from your tits.
Your r@pist did this all to your body and doesn’t hold any regrets. You give birth and you give the child up for adoption. You refuse to say how the child was conceived or tell them about the father.
And once you’ve healed and your r@pist sees you healthily moving about, you live in fear of it happening all over again.
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countrymusiclover · 18 days
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It's About Time
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Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??
1 - Matching Marks
2 - Possible Futures
3 - Memaw's Car
4 - New Feelings and a Videotape
5 - The Birthday Surprise
6 -
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Comments really appreciated ❤️
Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad
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dramioneasks · 4 months
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That time I said I love you - Skateland - M, WIP - Hermione Granger was the fourth most surprised person to find out she was in love with Draco Malfoy; after Ron, Harry and Draco himself (in that order). But after working together at the Ministry of Magic for three years she had fallen head over heels and even better, he loved her too. The wedding had been beautiful, their house was cosy, they spent Sundays reading books curled up against each other and an elderly Crookshanks ruled over them benevolently. She couldn't wait to tell him they were expecting. Tomorrow he would be back from his trip, she would whisper it into his ear and they would celebrate. One small problem, she seems to have woken up in the Gryffindor dormitories as a teenager.
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Plot: Chan is a single father of a teenager daughter, when she becomes pregnant and is abandoned by her baby's father she tells her father.
Warnings: teen pregnancy (she's 16), daughter and father bond, emotional, abandoned. Angst with a fluffy ending.
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Myla stands in the kitchen behind her father as he makes coffee, she has to tell him she is pregnant and that the baby's father had abandoned her. She knows deep down that her father won't leave her but she's deadly scared because there's a possibility he won't want her anymore.
With a small voice she calls out to him "daddy?" Her father quickly turns around with a start and is about to say something but he stops when he sees his daughter's expression.
"Myla? Sweetie, what's wrong?" Chan asks softly as he puts his coffee mug down and he steps forwards to her and Myla whimpers softly gripping her shirt causing Chan's heart to break to see his daughter start to cry and he reaches out and puts his hand on her arm gently.
"I'm pregnant, daddy." Myla says as tears roll down her face and she whimpers softly before speaking "Zion is the father but he doesn't want anything to do with the baby or I anymore."
Chan tears up and wraps his arms around her and pulls her close and he whispers softly "I'm here for you, sweetie, I won't ever abandon you either."
Myla cries against her father's chest holding him close. Chan puts his hands on her head with all types of emotions running through him.
Chan knows that if he ever sees Zion, he'll beat the shit out of him, but he knows he can't because his little girl needs him.
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moonlight-alphafemale · 5 months
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Pro life people tell teens to "Don't terminate unwanted pregnancies" then kick out their teenage daughters when they get pregnant
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faofinn · 6 months
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16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD
Part 1 | Part 2
After everything that had happened with Kizzy and Kieran, Tai and Harrison were just glad everyone got on. While they'd taken the news reasonably well (once Harrison had freaked out), Kizzy's parents did not. They made it clear that she wasn't welcome in their family, and that she didn't have a place in their home outside of university. Of course, the Cunningham-Cole crew refused to stand for it, immediately welcoming her into their home. Kieran had already managed to make a baby with her, so they didn't see the harm in the pair sharing a room; they were adults, after all.
The plan was for the guest room to become a nursery, until they could work out their next steps. If they were honest, Harrison was kind of hoping they'd stay around. Having the kids in the house would mean he could help them out, and he knew how stressful it was looking after a baby. 
Kizzy was already seven months, struggling heavily with the pregnancy. Alfie had taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, Eden joining the pair in the living room with a film on. She had the sick dish by her, wrapped up snugly in blankets, while the two boys lazed on the other sofa.
"I'm sick of this already." She whined, trying to get comfortable again. "Bean is kicking me to the point I'm convinced he's gonna kick a hole in me."
"Sounds like being in bed with Alfie." Eden tried to joke. 
She had to laugh. "At least you can get away from him."
"Ah, that's true. But he follows me."
"Hey!" Alfie slapped him good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean."
"Yeah, you're right. It's not fair to compare Bean to you."
Kizzy's laugh was cut off by a groan, her hand protectively covering the bump. "Fuck."
"Kiz? What's wrong?" Alfie was serious, Eden already up and by her side. 
She couldn't help the wave of panic. "I don't know."
Eden sat by her, rubbing her shoulder. "Was he kicking? A cramp?"
"I don't know. I, maybe it felt like a contraction? I don't know." She gratefully leaned into Eden. "It was like a stitch, but worse and everywhere."
"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." Eden soothed. "Don't worry."
Alfie spoke up from the sofa. "So, it says you've got network connectivity problems." 
While Kizzy managed a smile, Eden launched a pillow at his head. "Idiot!"
"Hey!" He protested, not having moved out of the way in time.
“You deserved it!” Eden shot back. 
"I was trying to help!"
“You’re so stupid, use your brain!”
"I was!"
“‘Network connectivity problems’? Really?”
"I was just reading it!"
“Didn’t actually use your brain though, did you?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kizzy. “Has it gotten any better? Worse? Ignore Alfie, you definitely picked the right twin.”
"I don't know. It stopped but then it came back, and it's gone right now."
“Maybe we should call your dad, Alfie.”
"Yeah, Okay. I'll ring him."
"I don't want to bother anyone."
“If you have pain, though…”
"Dad said you could call him whenever." Alfie added. 
“It’s probably best to be on the safe side.”
"Could you call him?" Kizzy asked. She still felt like she was intruding on the family, and especially when she felt like she was causing problems. 
“Yeah, of course. Alfie, can you call him? Kiz, do you want a hot water bottle or something?”
"I wouldn't say no." She gave Eden a smile. "Thank you."
Alfie was already dialling, and of course Harrison answered almost immediately. The kids knew not to call him unless it was an emergency, and with Kizzy in the household, his nerves were even more on edge. 
"Bug, what's up? Who's hurt?"
“Dad.” He murmured. “It’s okay, nobody’s hurt, but Kiz is having these like weird contraction stitch things? She says it hurts on and off.” 
"Ah, okay. Put her on for me?"
“Kiz, he wants to speak to you.” Alfie said, moving to pass her his phone.
She took the phone. "Thank you. Sorry for making Alfie call you, Harrison. I didn't want to bother you."
Alfie settled next to her, whilst Eden disappeared into the kitchen to make her a hot water bottle, hoping it was nothing serious and she was going to be okay.
"That's okay, don't you apologise. I'm here for whatever you need, you know that. You're family." He said, voice firm but soft. "What's been happening?"
“He’s been kicking me all morning, I’ve been feeling really crummy. Haven’t been able to get comfy, but then we were sitting on the sofa watching a film and I just got this really weird pain? Well, sort of pain, kind of like a stitch? But all over. And then it went away but then it came back again.”
"Okay. How long were they lasting for?"
“Um, not very long.”
"Half a minute? More than a minute?" He pushed gently. "Were they regular?"
“Maybe half a minute? Not really regular, the first one was longer than the second and now they’ve gone?”
He hummed. "Okay. I'd just keep an eye on it, but it sounds like braxton hicks. If they get really painful, and they become regular, then call me back, okay?"
She nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they were just braxton hicks, they’d been told about it during antenatal classes, but she didn’t expect them to feel like that. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
"Hey, no. Don't you apologise. I'm glad you called me."
“I didn’t think they’d feel like this.” She mumbled. 
"That's okay. It's all new for you."
“Sorry to bother you at work.”
"It's okay, Kiz. I'd much rather you call me than worry." He said softly. 
“I am sorry, though.” She said, as Eden reappeared with the hot water bottle. “Can I use a hot water bottle to help?”
"Of course, that's a really good idea." He hummed. "But Kiz?"
“Yeah?”
"Please don't apologise, don't feel bad about calling. I'll give you a call on my break, see how you're getting on, yeah? But if you need anything between now and then, either call me or get one of the boys to, okay?"
“Okay. Thank you, Harrison.”
"You're welcome. I've gotta go now, but just take it easy, try and relax, and call if you need okay? Love you all, bye."
“Yeah, I’ll call. Thank you.” She murmured, hanging up the phone and passing it back to Alfie. Eden offered her the hot water bottle and she took it gratefully, the warmth helping to ease the tightness across her belly. 
"Want to lie on me? I'll play with your hair if you want, it always makes me feel better when Alfie does mine?" Eden offered. 
“Are you sure?”
"Yeah, of course."
She hesitated for a moment and then nodded, settling in his lap. The change in position was nice, and she sighed, readjusting the blankets around her, the hot water bottle tucked up against her. “Thank you.”
He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're welcome."
Alfie pouted from the other sofa. "First you steal my twin, now my boyfriend. When will it stop?" He teased.
"It's payback for your answer earlier." Eden shot back, grinning. 
“You can have him back later, promise.” 
"It’s okay, Kiz. I'm just glad you're okay." Alfie admitted. 
“Thanks. I feel like an idiot.”
"More than that one over there?" Eden tried to joke. 
“Maybe not. Sounds like one of you guys need to fix the Wi-Fi.”
"Probably not him."
“Oh, true. Maybe wait for Kieran to come home for that one.”
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omegaverseaita · 8 months
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AITA FOR GIVING MY DAUGHTER ADVICE AFTER SHE MADE A MISTAKE?
Me(40M, omega, he/him) and my wife(42F, alpha, she/her) recently went on a 2 week vacation to the Bahamas without our daughter(17F, omega, she/her).
Our daughter is very self sufficient, and very obedient so my wife and I weren’t too concerned about leaving an omega alone during our trip since we would check the front and back door cctv every once in a while.
Well after we booked into our hotel, I decided to check the cctv while my wife went to fill the bathtub, and lo and behold there were a few people at our door. They’re my daughter’s friends and after she let them in I closed the cctv tab.
A few hours later my daughter called me and she was hysterical and sobbing and I could barely make out what she said. I called my wife over and she managed to calm her down. My wife put the call on loud speaker so I could listen in on the call, my jaw dropped as I listen to my daughter confess that she was in heat because she hadn’t been taking her repressants and had invited her alpha friends to knot into her. My wife calmly tells her to take my plan B pills that I keep next to my bedside drawer and then she’ll get a stern talk once we get home.
My daughter then proceeded to tell her that she planned to keep the baby but none of the alphas she slept with was willing to claim the baby, I blew it and I told her how ashamed I was that as an omega, I didn’t instilled the values of a good omega into my daughter like I thought I had and various other things I don’t remember.
My wife proceeded to use her alpha voice to shut me up because “shaming” my daughter isn’t going to solve anything and how it’s my fault I threw away her knot toys when I was cleaning her room and that we’re booking the first flight back home.
I wasn’t shaming her, I was only giving her advice on how to be a good omega but I can’t go against my wife’s alpha voice so I stormed off and went to repack our things.
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tronmike82 · 1 year
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OP made the original post unrebloggable, but I just wanted to say that according to Wikipedia; brother bear is ten years old, which means that mama bear gave birth to him when she was seventeen.
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therulerofallpotatos · 7 months
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Broke: teenagers getting married because one got pregnant and they have no other choice, i guess
woke: teenagers who are absolutely unhinged getting married and using a teen pregnancy as an excuse. this works out pretty much entirely because the narrative is rooting for them
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bellarkeselection · 18 days
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2 - The Dutton Ranch
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Part 3
Always Had Something For Cowboys
Reese and I followed Kayce's truck through the town and into the clear sky mountains area. The drive was a long way from the busy town lifestyle. We turned down some old windy roads until we started driving past a wire fence along the side of the road. The last turn made us drive down a dirt road where I could see a wooden fence post entrance. "When do we get to see the horses, mommy?"
"Whenever Kayce stops driving honey." I responded by turning the steering wheel around driving underneath a sign that read Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Parking the car beside his truck I got out of my door the same time as Kayce. "I've heard of this place a little bit but I can't believe we're actually here now."
Tate got out of the truck when Kayce responded. "Yeah most people are always surprised the first time. I'll open the barn and check on some of the horses."
"Horses!" I unbuckled my daughter's seatbelt where Reese jumped out of the car and moved around me over to Tate.
Tate smiled. "I have my own horse named Lucky. Do you want to see him?"
"Yeah." She replied, running off with him towards the barn.
Shutting the passenger door of the car I sighed walking towards the fence in the training area. Leaning my elbows on the wooden posts I slowly glanced around, seeing the mountains off in the distance that we're just as beautiful as the ones at the Kleinsasser ranch. I bite my lip trying not to think too much about JW and the possibility of him coming to get custody of Reese. "I thought I'd show y'all my horse that I ride since my dad and the others are already out riding there for the work day."
"That sounds fine with me." I said turning around and seeing Kayce up on a black Stallion horse in front of me.
Tate and Reese came running from the white barn with a large Y above the doorway seeing him on a horse. Tate opened the gate letting his dad ride the horse inside and he dismounted it slowly. "Okay so Tate show'em how to do this without spooking him."
"Okay." Tate walked forward slowly raising his hand right up to the front of his nose.
Reese takes my hand and we move forward together where I raised her hand up next to Tate's. "There you go, Reese." I whispered hearing the horse make a noise and lean more into our hands.
"How were you so good at that?" Kayce asked, standing a few steps away from the kids and the horse.
I walked over to the cowboy shrugging my shoulders in response. "Um...my ex JW owns a ranch in Lochsa Montana. He taught me how to not spook them. But it's been years since I've actually rode one."
"I could teach you if you wanted someday." He offered looking me in the eye.
Tucking hair behind my ear I snorted in a laugh. "If this is how you charm a girl, Dutton you're doing a pretty good job. Offer me a job here and horse riding lessons."
"Well I wasn't trying to ask you out. But that's good to know I'm already impressing you." He chuckled and I did along with him shifting my gaze to the distance seeing some cowboys riding our direction.
Most of the cowboys headed straight for the barn yet one who looked older than the others came over to the four of us. The rider dismounted their horse showing that they wore a tan jacket with orange on the shoulders and a black cowboy hat. "Who are the visitors you've brought to our ranch, son?"
"They're names are Y/n and Reese, dad." Kayce said to the older man.
Offering my hand I take a step forward shaking the elder man's hand. "Y/n Lambert. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dutton and your ranch is so beautiful."
"Please call me John,Y/n and thank you." Kayce's father grinned, eyeing my daughter who was still petting the horse with his grandson. "What's your daughter's name over there?"
"Reese, come here!" I hollered over to her where she ran over and I lowered myself to a knee to be face level with her. "John, this is Reese."
She smiled brightly. "Hi John. I love your horses."
"That's good to know. Maybe we can get you riding a horse sometime if your mother allows it." He suggests resting a hand on the belt of his jeans.
Kayce watched the conversation remembering what he had offered her outside the ice cream store. "Hey dad,Y/n is in need of some money. I was hoping you could maybe help her out for a little while."
"Sure as long as you're hard working. This ranch is my family's legacy and I will protect it." John explained tipping his hat up to look me in the eye.
Putting one hand on my hip I answered him seriously. "I will do my best, Mr. Dutton. I used to do some work for my ex's ranch before we left that family. And if I don't know what to do I'm sure your son will be willing to help me out."
"Who was the family of your ex if you don't mind me asking?" He tilted his head curiously.
I replied. "The Kleinsasser Ranch. Horst and Margaret own it and have four kids. They're second son is my daughter's father and will most likely get the ranch when his daddy passes."
"I'll keep that in mind,Y/n. Oh and there's a spare room in the main house that you can use if you don't have a place to stay at the moment." He offered to walk his horse by the reins towards the barn to put him up for the evening, leaving us alone.
Shoving my hands inside the pocket of my jacket I looked at Kayce who was having Tate put up the horse. He came over to me and Reese bent down on a knee. "I'm pretty sure I saw some cookies in the kitchen. How about you go get one for your mom and I?"
"I'll be right back." She giggled heading to the cabin and through the front door.
Kayce chuckled in my direction. "She seems like a great kid."
"Yeah she is...and I wouldn't trade what happened for anything." Chuckling the wind knocked some hair in my face that I pushed behind my ear remembering when I first found out I was pregnant at 17.
Five years ago
Stumbling into the closet bathroom I could find in the main part of the house I bent over the toilet. My hair fell over my shoulders as I puked until I didn't have anything in my stomach. "Urgh!...why can't I keep anything down?"
"I would have thought you were smart enough to know what happened when you took my brother for a ride." Shooting my head upright I gasped seeing young Cheyenne in the doorway.
Wiping my mouth I lowered myself to the wooden floor, since it was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep. "Cheyenne ... .what are you doing up?"
"I needed a drink from the kitchen and then I heard you in here throwing up. Check under the cabinets they're should be some tests." She pointed to the cabinet that I had my feet pressed against.
Reluctantly I opened the cabinet finding what she was referring to and I felt sick in my gut eyeing them. "No...I can't be pregnant."
"Actually you can. It's our only job besides being quiet according to my daddy." She pointed out snarky.
Shaking my head I was still in disbelief but opened one of the tests either way just to calm my nerves. "JW and I can't be teen parents. I refuse to accept it...shit!" I cursed under my breath reading the test once we had waited long enough.
"If you didn't want a baby maybe you shouldn't have my brother lead with that thing between his legs." Cheyenne spat at me.
Snapping back at the rancher daughter. "Not helping, Cheyenne!"
"Just saying Y/n." She shrugged her shoulders.
Sitting down on the toilet I put the test in my lap reading the plus sign over and over again. "This can't be happening. I can't have a baby this young." I hugged my knees to my chest sobbing uncontrollably feeling overwhelmed.
"Hey now don't cry over this. Tears won't make anything better." Cheyenne bent down in front of me wiping away some tears.
I croaked through more tears. "But what am I supposed to do now? Your brother won't grow up and become a father."
"He may not man up but I can convince him. And if he doesn't then me and my mother will be there to help you raise the baby if you decide to keep it." She placed a hand over mine while my other gripped my knees.
Sniffing through tears I gave her a half smile. "Thanks, Cheyenne." She got up from the floor and tugged me up to stand with her. She then left the room and I dropped my gaze downward to the object in my hands. Gripping the pregnancy test in my fingers I sniffed before putting one hand on my stomach.
I had finally gotten Reese down for bed for the evening after dinner and some chocolate milk. Walking down the wooden stairs I saw that there was some light downstairs. When I got to the ground floor it was actually coming from the fireplace that had a small fire burning in it even though it wasn't that cold outside to really need a fire just yet at least for Montana weather. "Hey Kayce, what are you still doing up for?"
"Oh hey Y/n. Ah Tate isn't easy to put down for the night and I ain't that tired so I thought I'd stay up until I was sleepy." He turned around on his seat on the coach noticing that I was still awake just like he was.
Moving around the side I decided to take a seat down next to him laying my hands in my lap just watching the fire crackling in front of us. "Sounds like a good plan to me...."
"Hey I was thinking that I have the day off tomorrow and my dad could watch our kids for a few hours. Would you maybe want to go get dinner with me or something tomorrow night?" Kayce broke the silence that had filled the room staring into my eyes.
Shifting my gaze over to meet his deep brown eyes I couldn't believe what he just asked. "Are you being serious, Dutton?"
"Have I ever lied to you since we met this morning?" He chuckled, giving me a serious look.
Biting my lip it only took me a minute to think before answering. "No ... .so sure I'll go out to dinner with you." Kayce smiled back at me and I reflected the same expression, never expecting that one conversation may change everything in my life yet again.
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countrymusiclover · 1 month
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Y/n twin sister of Izzy Steven's stumbles to Seattle with her ten year old daughter Everly. She hears all the gossip from Izzy and her other intern friends at the hospital, never expecting to get involved with any of it. That is till Mark Sloan pays a visit to the coffee shop she works at.
1 - First Name Basis
2 - Doctor Nicknames
3 - A Sloan Date
4 - What I Want
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dramioneasks · 11 months
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An Unexpected Path By: cleotheo -T, 15 chapters - When an unexpected turn of events leads to the collapse of Voldemort's plans for Harry Potter, his daughter Hermione Granger and her boyfriend Draco Malfoy, find themselves embroiled in a new plan to help The Dark Lord defeat Harry and win the war. In aiding Voldemort they also have the chance to make amends for the fact they were the reason plans had to be changed. Dark Hermione!
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harmonyandco · 2 years
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It turns out that there’s a reason wizarding birth rates are so low and that purebloods are so emotionally distant. You see, sex isn’t actually required for conception. All it takes is a kiss immediately preceded by or following a declaration of love and a witch will find herself magically pregnant. Magically raised children are groomed to be prudish and self controlled to so far beyond the Edwardian ideal or Victorian myth that they’ve honestly almost forgotten sex exists. Outliers like the Weaselys are looked down upon more for their lack of emotional control than any other factors. The broom closets at Hogwarts are so heavily patrolled because the staff knows how little it takes for a mistake to happen. Of course, no one ever bothers to warn the muggleborn or raised about this. So when Hermione is panicking because the book she wants isn’t immediately at hand during her O.W.L. prep frenzy she doesn’t understand why the entire common room falls into shocked silence when she says, “I love you Harry!” and kisses him after he ran and fetched the tome needed to calm her down.
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