#tw: abortion

[steviebears]

Eddie when you accidentally get pregnant

a/n: I made this in response to the overturning of Roe vs Wade in the US right now. Abortion is a necessary medical procedure that deserves to be an option for everyone who can get pregnant. Abortion can be hard, as illustrated here, but it still is such an important option for people to have. If you are sensitive to abortion please be cautious of this. TW for morning sickness as well.

You roll out of his arms and off the bed, darting to the bathroom with a hand over your stomach. Eddie gets up, concerned, and stands at the doorframe.

You kneel down and throw up into the toilet, feeling suddenly unbelievably sick.

"Woah, babe-" He says rushing over to rub your back. Eddie gets up after you finish only to get you a glass of water and sits with you on the floor as your stomach starts to mellow out.

You had written it off as a sickness you caught somehow, but after you got sick for a third time, Eddie began to wonder.

You became tired, sort of weak. You hadn't even noticed that you'd missed your period until Eddie brought it up, he thought you might've gone too long without one.

He approaches with two pregnancy tests in hand, a tender look on his face.

"You've been moody, too." He ends his explanation with, lightheartedly laughing over the recent time you cried because you dropped your sandwich on the floor. You playfully glare at him but your expression turned worried. What if you really were pregnant? You didn't even want to think about what that would mean for you two.

You sat on the floor of the bathroom with your head on Eddie's chest, anxiously waiting for the timer to go off. You bite your nail and had a terrible feeling in your stomach.

When the timer does go off, you both turn over the tests in your hands to see two lines; positive. Your watery eyes have to do a double take, having a hard time believing it was true. You look up at Eddie with a heartbreaking look on your face. Eyebrows furrowed and lip quivering. Your tears finally spill over when you see him looking back down at you.

"Hey, hey." He says softly, cupping your face in his calloused hands.

"It's going to be okay. Nothing to cry about." He says with a reassuring tone, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

That night you lied awake, staring into the ceiling. You knew he was awake. His breathing was still somewhat fast and uneven.

"I don't want it." You blurt out. You had agreed to talk about it the next day, but you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. Eddie turns to his side to look at you. You make a genuine frown, starting to think about what that meant. You both sit in silence for a moment.

"Do you want an abortion?" He finally asks. He would be lying if he said he didn't care. He did, and it was beginning to weigh on him a bit.

"Does that make me a bad person?" Your voice breaks as you hand ghosts over your lower stomach, immediately retracting your hand back to your side.

"Of course not." Eddie didn't understand the feelings you were having, but he was trying his absolute best to. He never wanted you to feel like a bad person- especially not for doing what is right for you with your own body. You turn to your side to face him back.

"Really?" Your voice breaks to a whisper. He reaches over to move some hair from your face and nods.

The car ride to the clinic was quiet, but not uncomfortable. He held your hand as long as he could until you had to part ways for the procedure. He kissed you goodbye and waited anxiously in the lobby for you, trying to distract his mind by reading the various girly magazines on the side table.

When he was allowed in to see you, his heart broke a little seeing you in that gown with a tired look on your face. You hadn't been sedated or anything, but the stress of the whole situation finally caught up to you. The minute your hand was in his, you couldn't keep the tears down anymore and they spilled free.

"Hey, hey. You're okay, we're okay. It's all okay." He reassures you with a squeeze of his hand. You sniffle and nod, feeling terrible about the actual relief you felt. He makes you laugh by telling you about the articles he'd read and before you knew it, he was helping you into his van.

The cramps were the worst part. It wasn't that they were all that bad, it honestly just felt a little worse than a period. It was just a constant reminder of what you'd just gone through.

Eddie's warm hand lied on your stomach, your head in his chest. You take a deep breath, trying not to overthink the situation. But you just couldn't help feeling terrible about it.

"I'm sorry." You say quietly, as if you weren't really expecting Eddie to hear it. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to you with a questioning look. He doesn't need to say anything to get you to explain further.

"I didn't even ask what you wanted, I'm sorry. It was your baby too." You start to cry for what must've been the thousandth time with week.

"It's your body, babe. You made the right decision, nothing I said could change what is best for you, best for us." You sob into his chest and clutch his shirt at the pain. He rubs your back and holds you tight.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #tw: abortion

[ediblegoldstars]

This is honestly the best way to handle protestors, imo.

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#reproductive rights #reproductive justice #tw: abortion #abortion #reproductive choice

[bisexualbard-writes]

can you IMAGINE the political discourse around reproductive rights in a universe where soulmates exist.

anti-choicer: you're killing someone's soulmate with an abortion! pro-choicer: you can't kill a soulmate with an abortion, because fate knows that fetus isn't going to be born in the first place! The abortion is destined to happen!

#tw: abortion #soulmate au #this is why i can't do these big worldbuilding aus #I get so distracted by all the little details that don't matter to the story

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

another idea is a classic ol pregnancy scare for eddie x reader?

Thanks for this! Coming in hot with 2 request for I start my shift at work!

female-coded reader, mentions of pregnancy. Read more is higher up because of this! Reader is 18 in this.

"Your poor nails," Eddie coos. He can see them more clearly, sitting behind you now.

The entire time he drove to the store, you sat in the passenger seat arms folded across your chest. You were quick in the store, sliding out of the van before he could get the gear fully into park. Part of it was because you'd heard--from others-- the best time to take a test is first thing in the morning. Your bladder would've never made it if Eddie went in by himself.

The nerves have been killing you and with a bad habit of nail biting, they received the short end of the deal. For the past two weeks you've been chewing them over and over and over, hoping today would be the day. But it never was.

You had a decently regular period. Only under certain extreme stress had you missed a period completely--the height of having to put together all your materials for college applications. You'd gotten accepted--much to your relief, but now you couldn't fuck it up.

You wouldn't consider Eddie and yours relationship as something so fragile that it couldn't handle a baby, but you didn't want that. Not right now. You wanted to be young and be a kid and have fun at parties, drink too much, have a brush with the law--maybe. But not this. Not a kid.

Eddie's fingers smooth over yours. His breath brushes over your cheek as you rest into his chest. He's a comfort to have in this moment. When you first had an inkling that something might be wrong, pulling him aside during lunch to talk to him, he comforted you then. A big hug, asking if you wanted to wait or check immediately. He and the nurse were solid--though, he shouldn't be using his connections to the few staff and teachers that did like him to get away with ditching, it was you and he'd do it in a heartbeat.

You didn't want to panic right away. Sometimes your period was a day or two late, sometimes four or five days late but it always came. You told him then you'd wait one more week.

One more week has landed you here.

You turn into Eddie's chest, the floor of the bathroom hard under your knees. He hums, adjusting his arms to take you in. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. We're gonna be okay."

"Do-do you want a kid right now?" you ask into the lapels of his vest.

"It's not ideal," Eddie returns. "It is far from it. But I'd make it work, ya know? We take the punches. They hurt like hell. But we take them and then we keep going, right? Isn't that what life is about?"

"Do you want kids at all?" you whisper, your find his t-shirt covering his torso and ball it into your fist.

"Eventually. A couple little munchkins--wild hair and making me regret my youth." His laugh is soft and it rumbles in your ear. "I wanna do right by them, you know? Give them what I didn't have--being there for sports. God, imagine me showing up to soccer games, shouting 'Sports! Yeah! Down the field! Look alive, Jr, look alive!'

The scene plays out in front of your eyes. Eddie still in his ripped jeans but having traded vintage band t-shirts in for a more leather look, running alongside the field to cheer his kid on. You imagine you're in the stands, holding jackets and sports bags and maybe the youngest of your family in your lap while Eddie gets toe to toe with a ref about a bad call. You might call out to him, gently wave for him to take it down just a notch. We can't get banned from games, sweetheart. Not a cool dad look, you might say.

And it would be all you needed to say for Eddie to nod, coming back to the bleachers to take the youngest and bring them down to the sidelines on his hip. You'll keep me in check, right bud? Keep your old man from getting locked up over an absolute horse manure call, he might tease.

But it's all future. It's all late twenties and a college degree and a house and not right now.

You don't even realize you're crying. Not until Eddie gently shushes you, rocking you side to side. "It's alright. If-if this is positive and you don't want a baby right now, then-then we can talk about it," Eddie offers.

It comes out in stutters, Eddie unsure of his own words, because would a kid be all that bad? Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it would be. He's not sure anymore. He just hates to see you worried.

The kitchen timer shrills in the tiny bathroom. Eddie's attention snaps up to the chicken shaped item and he tightens you in his hold. For the first time in a long time, Eddie prays. He shuts his eyes and prays that for your sake this test is the answer you want it to be. It's a quick prayer and then he's nudging you gently, thumb brushing over your cheek.

You're slow to remove yourself from the safety of Eddie's body. His smile is gently, but wobbly. "I-if you want, I'll check," he offers.

You shake your head. "Together?" you propose.

He nods. "Stand up on the count of three...hundred?"

You exhale a tuft of laughter. "On the count of three."

"Since you want to be a party pooper," he teases.

You two count down together and then push up. The liquid is clear in the container--a torturous twenty minutes. But there it sits in your face. Clear liquid. You clutch the ends of the counter--a wave of relief hitting you. "It's negative," you exhale.

Eddie squeezes at your hips and you turn to face him, only to be engulfed in a hug. Eddie feels only a tiny sting of pain in his chest, the part of him that did want to do better by his children. But he's thankful it's not right now. The future--he can do all that in the future.

You're not sure how long you're in that bathroom, embracing. Your face buried in his neck and his face buried in yours. But it feels good to have a small small sigh of relief.

"We're using condoms for forever," you tease. You two discussed trying sex with no additional protection, considering you'd been on the pill for two years. It sounded like a good idea at the time until this brush. You know condoms weren't 100% safe either, but the combination made you feel safer than without it now.

Eddie laughs. "I can agree to that. Scouts honor."

The rainy day in Hawkins doesn't slow but it doesn't really matter as you curl up on Eddie's bed. Half the night you could hardly sleep and it caught up now. Eddie sits on the floor in front of the mattress, notebooks in his lap. Though Eddie didn't really care about school, he still did his best to make an effort and you'd only agree to nap if he agreed to use the time to be productive. He gave in easily to the soft demand.

You're not even sure how long you're drifting in and out of sleep, trying to let sleep embrace you but something floating deep within your subconscious that keeps waking you. You only sort of get a feeling of what it might be when you sit up, thinking the nerves of earlier are still playing tricks on your bladder.

Eddie watches you pad into the bathroom, his pajama bottoms on your hips. He smiles and then looks back down into his algebra textbook and groans. Yep, he was totally doing that equation wrong.

With a sigh, he starts over, eraser carrying away the error.

"Really?" Your voice echoes and Eddie scrambles to get up from the floor.

He doesn't bother knocking. The door opens wide with Eddie's eyes frantically searching the room. It's just you on the toilet, pants down, toilet tissue in hand. And there, on it, he notices something a twinge red.

"Your period?" he asks.

"Yes! We did all this fretting for the bitch to show up right after!" You discard the used tissue into the bowl.

He relaxes, a snort leaving his nose. He crouches down and opens the doors to the cabinet under the sink. He tosses the package of pads to you and then holds up a box. "Life's got a sense of humor, doesn't she? Which ones?"

"Something like that," you mutter. You hold up the pads you managed to catch. "These are fine for right now. Thanks."

"Of course." He puts the tampons back and watches just for a moment as you get the hygiene product secured to your underwear. "So that's how you do it," he hums and then presses a kiss to your temple.

Eddie exits the bathroom and gets the door closed behind him. "Holler again if you need me. Or your period's a bitch again."

"Will do!" you return.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x femme reader #eddie muson x female reader #h writes #tw: pregnancy mentions #tw: abortion #tw: periods

[rickktish]

Today my mom and I finished the 90’s superman TV show Lois and Clark and it’s a really great series and I think every superman fan ever should watch it because Henry Cavill has nothing on Dean Cain, but that’s not actually what this post is about. This post is about the fact that in a pre-Superboy Jon Kent world, the central arc of Clark Kent’s character was that he wanted a family of his own, and this culminates in (spoilers) the last episode being centered on the question of what to do about having kids since Clark’s biology is not compatible with humans’ for making babies, and my anthropology major brain couldn’t not analyze this through a gender/sexuality lens since I took a class all about the cultural impact of gender and media portrayals of it.

Here’s the thing: in the vast majority of media (I almost said western media but then I thought about it more and I think it’s actually pretty darn universal) infertility is a female plotline. It’s one of the few plots that is inherently feminine in nature because for so much of history we’ve viewed infertility as a woman’s concern. If a man and a woman can’t have a child, after all, it must be something wrong with her, right? (Ha. Ha. Ha. It’s not funny, actually.) But this means that this silly little superman show from the 90’s is portraying an infertility plot line, but the problem isn’t the female character’s fertility, it’s her husband’s. Except that since fertility is an “inherently” feminine plot line, we get almost no emotional impact of this news on Clark himself. Lois, after all, is the one who spent the second to last episode going through the question of whether or not she’s ready to have children and deciding that she is. It could perhaps be argued that this is because Clark has been ready for a while, because a family is all that he wants, but I think it’s also because the question of a working woman choosing to have a child is, culturally speaking, a very different question to a man choosing to have a child, and has been since women became acceptable in the work place.

Here’s my point though: Clark gets the news that he can’t reproduce with Lois, goes to talk to her, and ends up holding her as she mourns this loss of something they were hoping for. She doesn’t comfort him, except by coming up with actions they can take to try to get around their incompatible biology. Lois is the one who gets to mourn, while Clark continues to emphasize that they will be okay no matter what because they love each other. And all I could think about watching this was how removed Clark was from his own fertility. How completely separated he was from it. Because in spite of the issue being his fertility and not hers, Lois is the one who gets to have an emotional arc about it, because she is the woman in the story.

One of the solutions they come up with is to ask Lois’s father, who (in rare fashion) is not a general but instead a handy-dandy generalized “scientist,” to see if there’s anything he can come up with for them. In order to do so, though, they need to reveal to him that Clark is Superman. The whole scene where they’re trying to figure out how to tell him feels a little bit queer, because I can see a modern writer turning everything from it into a trans reveal instead of a secret identity, but that’s a little beside the point. The point is that still, at no point does Clark seem distressed for himself, but instead for how Lois feels about all this— up to and including the point about her mother’s lack of maturity meaning that she doesn’t feel safe telling her they’re trying to have a baby or that they’re facing infertility.

And from all this, somehow all I can think of is how far we’ve culturally removed men from power over their own fertility. It feels like the only things that get discussed on the news or in shows, up to and including the abortion issue, is women’s fertility. We rarely talk about giving men education about and control over their fertility, only women. Women’s bodies, women’s rights, but what about the fact that the men don’t seem to be attached enough to their own fertility to know or even consider what they can do to control it for themselves? I actually wonder if the requirement (historical or present, depending on where you live) for women to get permission from their husbands to get their tubes tied has more to do with men’s fertility than with their wives’, because in some ways it seems that the only control a man is offered over his own fertility in our culture is by exerting control over his wife. There’s an alienation between men and their ability to procreate that honestly baffles me now that I’ve thought about it. It’s separated from them by their relationship with their partner’s body, and I wonder if somehow giving men more control over their own fertility, and educating them about it and how they can reclaim it from where it has been outsourced to another body, might be a positive step. I wonder if our cultural disconnect between fathers and children might take a few steps if men were taught to view their reproductive systems as more than just pleasure centers, as a part of their personal fertility.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, I think there’s more to be explored with this idea but I’m not fully prepared to go on the biological tangent with it yet so I think I’m going to leave it at that. I just. What would it take for men to reclaim their own fertility from where it has been culturally outsourced to women’s bodies?

#insert legally blonde joke here #something something masturbatory emissions as reckless abandonment #dc #superman #clark kent #lois lane #lois and clark #lois and clark tv show #clois #fertility #tw: abortion #abortion mention #tw fertility #discussion of fertility #tw sex mention #tw infertility #infertility #rick's originals #rick's rambles #anthropology #gender and sexuality

[topguncortez]

TW: abortion

I had an abortion when I was in high school. I was young, and dumb, and using drugs. I knew that I could not be a parent, and so I decided to have an abortion. My father was very supportive and drove me to the appointment and took me home after.

I was not given a chance to take the pill and do it at home, but I so wish I would've been able to.

Abortions are not easy, nor will they ever be easy. I was eighteen, in a cold room, lower half exposed, while a doctor who barely said a word to me did this procedure, and walked out like he had better things to do with his day. I also had a nurse, who could've cared less about what I was going through, hardly tell me how to take care of myself afterword, what to look for in case something went wrong, what to do for the pain. The procedure itself was traumatic, and the care I received from my doctors and nurses didn't help.

When I was 21, I had a non-viable pregnancy, and was given a prescription for mifepristone. I was able to go home, be with my partner, and take the pill to end the pregnancy. It was hard, and we cried a lot. We had been trying to get pregnant for about a year. It was just as hard, if not harder than my first abortion, but I was able to be in the comfort of my own home. I felt cared for, I felt safe, I felt comfortable.

The reason I share this is because lawmakers are trying to ban the use of mifepristone, and other pills like it. This only further strips us of our right to chose what we do with our own bodies. Roe v Wade hasn't even been overturned a whole year, and TWENTY FOUR states have some sort of abortion ban.

We are gearing up for another election year, which means WE MUST do something NOW. We can no longer be compliant. We can no longer stand by and let strangers control our bodies.

for those who need resources on where abortion is legal:

abortion laws state by state

planned parenthood

#tw: abortion #tw: reproductive rights

[kay-elle-cee]

to ache, to hope || Read on ao3 || 1.8K Words

He flounders for a few seconds more and Lily remembers the nerves—frightening but exciting—when they found out she was pregnant with Harry. It had been tinged with recklessness, but exhilarating all the same—the feverish anticipation with a little risk she’d learned to embrace with James at her side. This just seemed…reckless. Full stop.

Excited for @thegobletofweasleys Jily Week 2023! Predictably, I chose angst for day one's prompt "Angst/Fluff".

A note from me: Please please please read the tags on this fic before diving in, as it deals with a very sensitive and heavy topic and will not be for everyone. Appreciate you all <3

#jily week 2023 #happy jily week! #angst #kelsey writes #kay elle cee #james potter #lily evans #jily #jple #tw: pregnancy #tw: abortion #cw: pregnancy #cw: abortion #to ache to hope

[abla-soso]

It's sad and frustrating to see many Western muslims - especially converts - start to get influenced by right-wing Christians even when their beliefs clearly do not align with Islam.

I see it especially when they talk about abortion and the rights of the mothers and the pre-born babies. They've adopted the mantra of "life begins at conception and all abortions are murder that should be punished with prison time". When they know that is clearly not the case in Islam.

In Islam, life does not truly start until the soul enters the body of the fetus (most scholars agree that this happens after 120 days of conception, roughly when the fetus is 4 months old).

Abortion - for no justifiable reason - before this point is not considered "murder". It's a sinful act, for sure, but it's not akin to ending an actual human life. It's wrong because it unjustly ends the potential life of a living fetus that was growing into a human being with a soul. But it doesn't require any legal or financial penalties. The woman simply needs to ask forgiveness from God and do good deeds.

Even when the woman has an abortion after 4 months of pregnancy - without medically needing to - and the abortion is considered an act of killing a human being, it is factually wrong to call it "murder punishable with prison time" in Islam because it is simply not the case. In Islamic figh, there is no prison sentence. The woman would be religiously obligated to either: free a child slave or fast for 2 months, and then legally obligated to pay a financial penalty.

The right-wing Christians of the pro life movement aim to make all abortions punishable with prison time. There is a woman in Ohio currently facing this charge.

In Islamic figh, that is an unjust punishment.

I wish the Muslims who blindly aligned themselves with the right wing pro life movement cared about what Islam deems fair or unfair more than they care about fighting the radical feminists 😑

#islam #tw: abortion

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 12

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, coarse language and a lot of very dark jokes (😂), abortion & unwanted pregnancy, smoking & mentions of drugs, heart to heart, flangst, pining, comfort

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Say what you will, but this chapter made me fall hard for our train wreck with a heart. Don’t tame my animal style, babes 😏🖤 (ALSO MAKE SURE TO READ PART 11 FIRST! It posted Friday & Tumblr has been messing up tags like crazy lately 🙄)

<< 11 || Spotify Playlist || Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

12. The Warrior

Dean’s fingers nervously drum against the steering wheel, Led Zeppelin flowing out the stereo at the lowest volume as he smacks his lips in boredom. The motel parking lot is tranquil, palm trees softly swaying in the breeze. All the women left for the gym two hours ago, while the California morning sun warms the golden freckles on his skin as it beams through the windshield.

It’s punctually nine o’clock when he spots Y/N exit her motel room and jog up to the Impala before sliding into the passenger’s seat. He’s been in the car since 8am, though – just in case she needed him sooner. Of course, she didn’t because she’s a true fighter, but he wanted to be there for her, nevertheless. He even forwent the booze and coke last night and this morning, wanting to be as clean and sober for her as possible. He swears he hasn’t been this clear in his goddamn head in months.

It’s fucking weird.

As soon as the young actress sits comfortably, Dean hands her a cup of the blackest coffee and swiftly offers her a smoke. “I also have vodka here if you want. I even rolled you a joint if that’s more your style. And, uh, we can stop by for breakfast sushi on our way there, huh?”

As stupid as it sounds, Dean’s trying to make this a fun experience for her. Feeling quite helpless, there isn’t much he can do to make this situation any better for her, but he can always make her smile, right? So, that’s his goal today. He doesn’t want her to feel sad, guilty, or ashamed, even if his methods are a little wonky and admittedly could use some fine-tuning. Still, they seem to do the trick as his strategy casts an appreciative smile on her lips.

“Thanks, Dean.” Chuckling, she accepts the coffee and lights her cigarette, taking one drag before handing it back to him.

“Atta girl,” he smirks and starts the car.

“I think the coffee and the smoke will suffice, though,” Y/N ponders playfully, “Don’t wanna overdo it, you know?”

Dean chuckles lightly and jokes, “So, I should cancel our trip to Magic Mountain?”

“Definitely,” she laughs, the melody causing his heart to swell twice its size. “You know, I wasn’t sure you were the right person to bring to something like this, but now I’m convinced I made a wise choice.”

“Well, I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” Dean says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, his cheeks blushing furiously as his heart hammers outside his chest like a cartoon character. Was there ever an episode where Squirrel fell for Natasha?

As Dean steals glimpses at Y/N from his periphery, he can’t help but think she’s stunning, even on rainy days like these. Sometimes, it’s even hard to grasp that he could end up this lucky at all. “So, uhm, I broke up with Bela yesterday,” he shares, swallowing. Would it be weird if he asked Y/N out on a date immediately after an abortion? Probably, right? Is there a protocol here? “I-, I tried to be nice, but, uhm, she got a little emotional… I think I broke her heart, you know?”

Good plan. He’s making himself more desirable, you know? Besides, who wouldn’t wanna be with him, right? He’s a total catch. Cas tells him so all the time. Perhaps, someone should’ve told his ex-wife that, too.

Okay, alright, stop laughing. He doesn’t need to explain himself to you…

Y/N’s head bobs musingly, pursing her lips. She then gives him a casual shrug of her shoulders, “She seemed fine when I saw her this morning.”

“Oh, good,” Dean clears his throat with a lack of subtlety and ignores his dented ego. “I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, make it awkward…”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m sure…,” Y/N hums. Does it feel a little like she’s mocking him? Dean swears there’s a trace of a smirk on her lips. “She also wished me good luck,” she adds, frowning, and suspiciously cocks an eyebrow at him. “Did you tell her about–?”

“No, I promised you I wouldn’t, so I didn’t, okay? I would never do that to you,” Dean assures her, the panic rising in his ribcage because, unlike Y/N, he knows precisely what the British blabbermouth meant by that careless comment. “It’s, you know, just Bela. She’s nuts. Don’t pay attention to her, alright?”

“Uhm, sure.”

Dean’s not so sure, however, if she bought his poor excuse of a deflection. But whatever Bela thinks she knows, she’s wrong about it. He’s not in fucking love with Y/N.

Arriving at the clinic in Inglewood, Dean accompanies the young actress to the receptionist, stubbornly never leaving her side, even when Y/N protests and tells him his efforts aren’t necessary – as if he would ever wait in the fucking car.

“Y/N Y/L/N, 10am?” the nurse at the reception counter checks, barely gracing them with a glance. Y/N nods softly, and the older nurse shoves a clipboard with a form at her, looking rather grimly, causing Dean to wonder who spit in that woman’s coffee this sunny morning. “Fill this out for me, okay? The doctor will answer any questions you or your boyfriend might have.”

“Oh, we’re not–”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Dean cuts in and then corrects the nurse with a smile, “I’m her husband. Common mistake, you know? Kinda like having sex without a condom.”

The nurse seems a little taken aback by his prickly commentary but stays polite, muttering, “Well, it’s good that you’re here.”

“Yeah, just wasn’t the right time for us. I could’ve pulled out but… got too lazy,” Dean feigns a sigh and wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her close to him. Surprisingly, she leans into his shtick and nuzzles into his embrace. So naturally, he places a loving kiss on her crown for the best possible show. “Sorry, honey.”

“It’s okay, baby,” she pats his chest in gentle comfort. “It happens. We’ll go anal next time.”

Strindberg never fails to impress him with her acting skills.

“Yeah, lucky for us, we hate children,” Dean grins broadly at the nurse, who looks unamused at best and absolutely fed up at worst.

“Please take a seat,” Nurse Ratched tells the pair dryly, the two of them giggling under their palms like stupid teenagers as they settle down in the dreary waiting area.

“You know, I’m glad you came with me today,” Y/N says, smiling gratefully, and starts filling out her form, her fingers white-knuckling the pen. “I mean, if I had asked one of the girls, well, it wouldn’t have been like… this. It probably would’ve been more…”

“Depressing?” Dean offers knowingly, nodding. “Yeah, you’re welcome, sweetheart. I mean, this place isn’t helping,” he remarks as his green eyes disdainfully scan the sad interior, walls painted in a suicidal gray. “Jesus fuck… Would it hurt them to hang up some nice pictures or, you know, some motivational posters or some shit? Even the fucking fern is plastic… You know, they could offer women tequila shots when coming in or something like that. Who gives a shit, right? Maybe make a little cozy bong area over there for ultimate relaxation, have a buffet with raw meat and fish over here, offer shuttle rides to Disneyland after, so women can truly appreciate what horror they’ve escaped from…”

Y/N loudly snorts next to him and hides half her face in her gray hoodie. Her cheeks are burning red, her eyes are full of unstoppable tears, and her laugh strangles her windpipe. “God, Dean, stop,” she begs him through her giggles, clutching her stomach, and wipes the wetness from her glowing dimples. “The nurse is already looking at you,” she whispers warningly and yet still can’t stop chuckling, nudging his arm with her elbow.

“Oh, let her,” Dean scoffs and dismisses the nurse’s glare. “She wouldn’t get it. Just look at her. That old hag hasn’t been fucked properly in centuries.”

“Dean!” Y/N swats his chest and clasps her mouth to keep the laugh from spilling out, her eyes wide.

“Alright, I’ll stop,” the director chuckles devilishly, although he greatly enjoys making her smile. What can he say? He’s a lover of all the beautiful things life has to offer, and her smile is one of those gorgeous things he can never get enough of.

“I’m sorry. I know you probably had different plans for your morning,” Y/N says then and gives him a self-effacing shrug, which he can’t let slide with a clean conscience.

“What? Nonsense. Happy to be here. Anything for my wife,” he assures her with his widest grin and pats her thigh comfortingly, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to storm his blood and infect his heart. “Besides, while you’re in there, I might get some donuts.”

“Ooooh, can you please pick me up a pink frosted one?” Y/N inquires with the cutest pout. How the fuck could he resist that?

“Pink frosted?” Dean’s brow furrows in a teasing manner. “What are you, six?”

“I’m a girl. I like pink things,” she replies coyly, her pout only getting more adorable. If that girl isn’t careful, she’s gonna be pregnant within the day again.

Dear God, he feels like the worst human being on this godforsaken planet. The last thing she needs today is another horny dude lusting over her.

“Mhm,” Dean hums and tries to bite back the comment on the tip of his tongue, failing miserably. “Maybe if you liked pink things a little less, we wouldn’t be here.”

Y/N drops her pen onto the clipboard in her lap, her lips pressing into a thin line that’s supposed to hide the smile. Her eyes find his, crinkles of amusement visible around her orbs as she nods, “Fair... But luckily, I don’t have to worry about that for a while.”

“What, are you gonna become a nun or some shit because of one wimpy little douchecanoe?”

Oh, Dean can’t let that stand, either. That should go without saying. Even if Y/N gives up on all mankind, he’s not giving up on her.

“There was more than one,” Y/N mutters bitterly and focuses back on her form.

Dean pauses for a moment, pushing the anger and the urge to strangle those motherfuckers down into the depths of his soul, although there are probably girls out there who would say the same about him. With a small exhale, he then leans closer, angling his body towards her for more privacy. “I think this is the part where I’m supposed to ask you if this is what you really want. You know, as your husband…”

Y/N carefully meets his gaze but gives him a determined nod, not an ounce of worry, fear, or insecurity gleaming in her orbs. Eye of the tiger. “Yeah, this is what I want. It’s not the right time… or the right guy… or the right baby,” she assures him, and then her little nose scrunches, brow knitting. It’s adorable to watch. “Besides, Sammy Jr. is a biter.”

“Yeah, I know… That kid is Satan’s spawn,” Dean agrees heavily and points his index finger at her belly. “Can you already feel teeth growing in there?”

Y/N laughs softly and shakes her head, “They don’t have teeth yet... I think.”

“Well, this one might,” he quips under his breath.

“Dude, stop it,” she snorts and whacks his arm in a scolding attempt, which really won’t do anything. It’s her own fault for bringing an untamed animal into a public place. Then, a small sigh leaves her ample lips, “Jo and Sam are actually trying to save their marriage. They’re going to couple’s therapy twice a week now.”

“It’s not gonna last,” Dean scoffs darkly, the usual cynicism lacing his voice. “What was it about that douche, anyways? Are you in love with him?”

“No,” is her instant reply, which comes out in a snort. And while her answer should’ve brought him relief, the tone of her reaction carries the same dark cynicism, leaving him with worries instead. “I’m just a sucker for non-threatening, unavailable men who compliment me,” she jabs herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in love. I just-… never had that feeling, you know? Like missing someone or needing someone so much you might stop breathing… Not sure that even exists.”

“Hmm,” he hums pensively, postponing his quest to find her reason behind it to another day. There are more pressing matters at hand right now. “I know cheating husband is out of the question, but what about the other two knuckleheads? Maybe they wanna do this with you?”

Y/N lets out a dreadful sigh, and Dean only feels more relief when she answers, “Yeah, maybe… But I don’t wanna do this with them. I mean, one’s an alcoholic park ranger, and the other a stand-up comic with a severe heroin addiction.”

“Wow, you were right. You really don’t know how to pick men,” Dean whistles lowly, albeit her bad taste might eventually pay off for him.

“Told you. Nun life is just a wise decision at this point,” Y/N says in agreement, which was absolutely the last thing he wanted.  

Licking his suddenly chapped lips, Dean rubs his beard and takes a deep breath to calm his jittering nerves. “You know… I’m an option, too,” he suggests weakly, his fingernails clawing into the armrest of the withered faux-leather chair.

“What d’you mean?”

“I mean, I-.. I have a house. It’d be big enough, y’know? I could help you. We can even do that whole marriage thing… I mean, if that’s something you fancy. You know, for your parents or some shit. I-, I don’t mind,” he stammers and bites his tongue so roughly he tastes the metal. Wait, is he smelling burnt toast?

Of course, he doesn’t mind it. He’s practically begging her on his knees to accept his proposal.

Y/N laughs lightly, her cheeks blushing rosy pink, “That’s awfully sweet of you, but I’m gonna have to decline. Kinda wanna get married for the right reasons, too. I’d actually like to be in love with my husband, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I get it…,” Dean chuckles his lie and uncomfortably scratches away at his throat. “That’s why my first two marriages happened. Just didn’t work out, so, you know, thought I’d give this a shot. Can’t hurt, right?” Jesus fuck, he feels like a cracked egg on the sizzling hot asphalt. “I’m just sayin’, I guess… I’m here for you… Anything you need, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter what.”

Y/N smiles softly, “I know. You’re a pretty awesome guy. Thanks.” For a second, he’s not sure if there are tears of gratitude shimmering in her orbs, but they’re gone by the time she leans up and presses a kiss on his cheek. The softness of her lips on his scruffy skin ignites the spot where they touch, match meeting fuse, a warm glow swarming from this exact point through his veins and overtaking his entire body like a wildfire.

“Yeah, uhm, anytime,” he gulps, the tips of his ears turning beet-red as he tries to shake off the fluster. “You know, I’d make a great option, in fact. I’m nothing like those losers you’ve dated. We’d have fun, you know? I’d treat you well, pay attention to you, make sure you cum every time when we fuck…”

“Oh, so sex was included in this deal, huh? If only you’d said that before, it might have persuaded me,” Y/N says with a cheeky smile. “I’m sure you’d do that completely selflessly, too.”

“Duh. Told you. Anything you need – and free of charge,” Dean smirks widely, causing her to giggle.

“Well, thank you for your tremendous sacrifice, Mr. Winchester,” she retorts playfully and then bites down on her lower lip, teasing him with a playful twinkle in her orbs, “Not sure you’d make a better choice, though.”

“Whoa, hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m a catch,” Dean defends, chuckling, albeit his heart disagrees with him and stings quite a bit.

“Oh, yes, totally… But you also drink too much and have a coke addiction. If anything, you’re the last two guys combined. If you were married as well, we’d be in serious trouble now, my friend,” Y/N jokes completely innocently, so he forces a laugh from his throat, even though she hit a sore point.

Yeah, Dean truly isn’t any better than those previous losers. He’d probably drag her down to the gutter with him – it happened before with someone he loved. Y/N deserves a nice guy without any issues and mountains of baggage. She’s the best fucking person he’s ever met in his entire life. She’s not supposed to end up with a dumpster fire like him. He should count himself lucky he’s even allowed to take a breath in her proximity at all.

“I don’t have an addiction,” Dean counters nonetheless, coolly shrugging off her accusations, defensive yet calm. “So I snort an occasional line from time to time. It’s not a big deal. I can stop anytime I want. I’m in complete control, you know?”

“Uh-huh, prove it and stop.”

“What?!” His head snaps to her. Shit, he didn’t count on her challenging him.

“You heard me. Prove it,” Y/N shrugs simply as if she knows how to push his buttons as well. “Unless it’s not as easy as you say it is…”

“Pffft, what? No, it’s super easy. I’ll do it. No problem,” Dean agrees in default cocksure attitude, albeit his Adam’s apple bobs with a nervously thick swallow. “But just coke, not the booze,” he adds quickly.

“Deal,” Y/N accepts and holds out her hand, grinning.

“Deal.” He shakes it in accord and pretends the terror and anxiety in his ribcage don’t exist and aren’t consuming his entire being. However, when he gazes at her, he realizes the bitter truth.

Fucking Bela…

How the fuck could she have known? Is it that obvious? But Dean’s never been surer – he’s head over heels in love with the radiating girl next to him. There’s no denying it anymore. He never would’ve agreed to this insane deal otherwise. There’s a yearning inside of him that demands him to be better for her. It’s not filthy lust and simple debauchery he’s longing for. It’s fucking love.

Shit.

“You know, I thought about it a lot these last few weeks… Maybe I will go to New York after the show,” Y/N says with a soft, almost shy smile as if she still isn’t entirely sure it’s a good idea.

Dean gives her an encouraging smile, “Yeah, that’s a great plan, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods and squeezes her thigh reassuringly. “‘Sides, if you don’t leave this shithole on your own, I’ll throw you into Baby’s trunk and drive you there myself. Gonna kick your ass all the way to the Yankees, sweetheart.“

“Thank you,” Y/N mouths quietly, her gaze drifting to his palm that still lingers on her thigh. He’s about to pull it back, realizing he probably overstepped his appropriate time limit, when Y/N suddenly takes hold of his hand and interlaces her fingers with his.

Fuck. When was the last time he actually held hands with someone? God, it was probably with his high school sweetheart – Robin. The actress actually reminds him a lot of his first ex-wife, both too sweet and good to ever fit into filthy Hollywood. Bringing Robin here when they were only nineteen and naive has always been his biggest regret, so maybe by getting Y/N out of this hellish city, he can finally right a wrong.  

“Ms. Y/L/N? We’re ready for you,” the nurse informs her.

Dean watches her as she bravely rises from her seat and follows the nurse, head high and shoulders straight like the true warrior she is. He’s never been prouder of her. That’s his fucking girl.

“You got this, honey!” Dean hollers after her through cupped palms like the man-child he is, several heads turning to him with irritated glances. He doesn’t care, though. His job is to make Y/N smile, not an audience. “Afterwards, we’re gonna fuck like bunnies! Probably gonna be back here next month, baby girl,” he smirks cunningly, and when the nurse shakes her head at him with a glare, he sends the grim woman a wink to top it off.

Y/N disappears inside the small room with the doctors, Dean still hearing her infectious laugh when the blue door closes. The sound warms his heart and soothes his worries a little. He then waits a beat for any last-minute decision changes before exiting this goddamn depressing shithole to grab a fucking pink frosted donut for the woman he loves. 

13. Gimme All Your Lovin’

Hope you enjoyed this little weird bonding experience! As a reward for bearing with me here, you’re getting some smut in the next two parts 😉

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[lychee-drinks]

Hi! I'm a HUGE fan of your headcannons, and I was wondering if you could do one where Johan, Jake and Samuel reacting to finding out their s/o is pregnant

You can just ignore this if you find it annoying, but lots of love!(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

Jake and Johan reacting to you being pregnant

Warnings: Pregnancy, mention of abortion, angst

(A/N): Also I’m not gonna write for Samuel because I feel that his character would be too tricky for me and I’d write something more depressing.

His first reaction is definitely shock and nervousness. He’s young to be a father, he’s nervous about the baby having his hereditary eye condition and his current life style as a fighter who gets involved in gangs. So his first question is asking if you’re going to keep the kid.

His first reaction is definitely shock and nervousness. He’s young to be a father, he’s nervous about the baby having his hereditary eye condition and his current life style as a fighter who gets involved in gangs. So his first question is asking if you’re going to keep the kid.

Then, he finds out that you’re actually set on keeping the kid. And now he has to rethink everything.

He genuinely considers leaving you and your baby because he doesn’t think he’s fit for the job and he thinks he’s better being independent.

However, he changes his mind. What really pushes him to change his mind is definitely a lot of arguments with you, yelling from Zack and judgement from Eli.

His revenge on Gun is something that matters to him, but the kid you two have together is something he has left now. Something that he can live for and change for.

It’d be hard for him to leave the gang life though especially when it’s been his life for years, but having you and having a kid is something that became more of a priority.

Although it would probably take time, Johan will eventually leave the gang life.

Jake Kim

Jake’s first words to the news is “Holy Shit”.

He’s pretty excited and he hugs you, but then the reality kicks in. What about the gang, what if he ends up like Gapryoung, will you even be safe because of his influence as a gang leader, etc.

So there definitely will be a long talk about whether parenting is right for the two of you, but ultimately he’s fine with you having the kid and wants to be better than his father.

He’s much more protective and caring of you. He only told his most loyal Big Deal members about your pregnancy and has someone guarding you a lot of the time because of how busy he is with gangs.

Jake’s always making sure you’re eating well, he comes over from time to time to cook you some good pregnancy food. Or he has one of the Big Deal members come over and bring you good herbs to drink.

Jake has your pregnancy hidden. Being a gang member, it’s hard to have relationships in the first place so a lot of it is hidden very well. But now that pregnancy is involved, he has to actually be careful whenever he comes to visit you. But he has his ways into being able to see you very often.

It’s also pretty hard for him to leave the gang life, but because he cares, he’s willing to leave the gang life away and just live for the rest of his life with you.

The anxiety of ending up like his father is there. Which is why he decided to leave the gang life behind. He wants to be the family man he never had to you and your kid.

#tw: pregnancy #tw: abortion #i’m gonna definitely try some new layouts some time #now this is a very old request i probably got over a year ago #a lot of my requests are over a year old and i was thinking #it doesn’t hurt to do some of them #lookism #lookism x reader #johan seong x reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #yohan seong #webtoon #lookism headcanons #headcanons #johan seong #jake kim

[crisiscutie]

Hi!! I went through your rules to see if abortion was an off topic prompt but I didn’t see anything so I do hope it’s okay! If not please delete this request. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.

What would c.c / original Sephiroths reaction to being to darling having an abortion after finding out that their baby has Jenovas dna? Darling got the abortion after finding out Sephiroth killed a bunch of innocent people and about the Jenova project. She’s afraid of what her baby will become or what Jenova and Sephiroth will do to the baby and believes ending it now is the best way to get protect them.

Hi, this is fine! I was being purposely vague with that particular rule, since I didn't want to discourage any suggestions. I never bite. :)

I had a hard time figuring out if you were asking for a specific Sephiroth or just one version. For specification’s sake, this will just be "what if" post on a generalized Post-Nibelheim Sephiroth.

Admittedly, I have my doubts about the feasibility of such thing happening, given that Sephiroth would certainly keep close tabs on darling. But let's say she actually accomplishes it... Sephiroth would be FURIOUS at her, without a doubt. In his eyes, she killed the chance of what would've been his holy child and JENOVA's heir. And I think even outside of that, he has always longed for a sense of family before the Nibelheim Incident.

So taking away that precious chance from him would trigger some of his past traumas, and you can be certain that the darling will be on the receiving end of his intense hatred and despair. Not to mention, the rejection from darling would deeply hurt him as well.

This may just be one of the few unforgivable actions Darling could undertake in Sephiroth's eyes, honestly.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #ff7 #tw: abortion #tw: pregnancy loss

[seijorhi]

Sink to the depths but reader becomes pregnant...what then?

I mean you’re not gonna like it but do any of those men look like someone who would want and/or be trusted around small humans??

Reader ain’t staying pregnant for long

#I was going to say do any of those men look like a daddy #but I know you degenerate heathens #rhi answers #fic asks #sink to the depths #tw: abortion

[bitchinbarzal]

can you write about moms reaction to luca talking about abortion please

“Have you thought about abortion?”

Your hands instinctively rested on your belly and you shook your head “No! No, I don’t- why would you”

Luca had clearly hit a nerve with his question “No, baby I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“I don’t want to do that I want to have my baby!” You cry out, getting emotional again to which Luca just nods, pulling you into his arms

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have suggested that, that was silly”

#tw: abortion

[sunlightmurdock]

okaaaay so we've talked about how dbf!jake feels about reader's pregnancy and also how he is during and after the pregnancy but what if they mutually decide that it would be for the best if they decide not to keep it? like they have established that they both want a baby so bad but not in that kind of setting.

in reader's perspective, it would be better for jake since (badly put) he will have one less loved one to lose sleep about considering he already worries reader more than enough with the lengths he's taking and would take just to look after her and ensure her safety to the point that he's almost neglecting himself with the amount of sacrifice he's taking. it's also less risk of having jake lose his mind over the possibility of losing someone dear to him. then in jake's perspective, it would be better for reader since his focus can solely be on her safety and also as mentioned before, babies make noise and take up resources. also the fact that pregnancy itself is risky in general even in a normal setting, let alone during the apocalypse where their living condition isnt exactly conventional and not to mention the lack of resources and medical professionals. lastly, they just think it wouldn't be responsible to raise a baby in the situation they are in, they lack the resources. a baby needs proper nutrition. they need to feed it the right food, vitamins and medicine when it gets sick and take it to a real doctor regularly for it to stay healthy. they believe that a baby needs to have a decent living condition and it's just something that they cannot provide at the moment.

so i was really curious how would it go if they decide not to keep it? and how would they deal with it? like having to give up their baby--the fruit of their love, the child that they so badly want--because when they do have a baby, they also want to give it the quality of life and safety it deserves.

The thing is, as hood of a point as this is, I don’t think you have those kind of options in the apocalypse. Sure, there’s the risk of a miscarriage happening — but those are sometimes extremely dangerous in themselves.

I think knowing that their options are extremely limited would just add to the despair of the situation.

#tw: abortion #tw: miscarriage #apocalypse dbf!jake