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Tough Luck

Summary: The Captain is having a bad day and everything is going to hell, but he vows to at least make one thing right while finding an outlet for his rage.

Prompt: “I’m currently at my theology class right now but all I could ever think of is Sy railing me tf up until I pass out. Forgive me father, for i have sinned-”

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Inclusive, no ethnicity or body type described)

Word count: 869

Warnings: 18+, smut, angry rough sex, hyperspermia, manhandling, semi-outdoor sex, breeding, DomMale vibes, dirty talks, primal sex.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own. 

A/N: Originally, planned to post this yesterday but then the Henrypocalypse (as @nuggsmum​ named it, happened). Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

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Serotonin III

A/N: Hey! Here’s the final part!!! I hope you enjoy it! I am working on three requests for Mr. Baker and Part 2 to The Business! My taglists and requests are open! Let me know what you think! Happy Reading!

Pairing: Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Language, Nudity, Lowkey Pettiness, Smut, orgasm denial

Inspo Song: Acting Like That : Yungblud ft. MGK, Travis Barker

Serotonin Masterlist,  MY MASTERLIST

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Serotonin

Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language

Inspo Song: Why are you here?

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Serotonin II

Author’s Note: Here it is! I am taking requests, and the taglist is open, drop your name under this fic or on this list if you are interested! This does have a prior part but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, breeding kink

Inspo Song: Bad Things

Part I

My MASTERLIST

Colson: Busy?

Y/N: Why would I be busy?

Colson: For sure ain’t been answering my texts 🥱

Y/N: You need something, Col?

Colson: You know you only call me Col when you’re half asleep or whimpering my name when you about to cum. Let me come over.

Tongue-tied, his messages left you baffled. They were a smooth variation of sexting mixed with pleading. Every message included a very Colson apology but a rebuttal that followed and reminded you why you couldn’t fall back in the same routine with him. It was easy to picture yourself back with him, nestled against his lean frame - listening to his voice as it rumbled against his chest as he rambled on. You saw it clear as day, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t do what you required to have you back in his life. Fucking you in the bathroom of some club like a whore, giving your body a fix, but your heart and mind still felt that hesitation when it came to Mr. Baker.

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The Business I: Bodies

A/N: I saw this video, and it made me have some wild ideas. My taglist and reqs are open! Thanks for reading!!!

Pairing: Colson Baker X Reader

Song Inspo: Bodies: Jasmine Sullivan

Warnings: Light Smut, Language

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Serotonin

Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language

Inspo Song: Why are you here?

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THE BREAKDOWN:

Hierarchies vary on country, style of government and time period.

This is a compilation of 17th and 18th century Titles, and Styles, in order of greatest to least of the best two examples of the two main types ( Kingdom and Empire.) I could think of, The United Kingdom and The Russian Empire.

THE UNITED KINGDOM

These are the titles most people are familiar with, as they are both the most common and the most talked about in western media, here they are:

BRITISH ROYALTY

King/Queen: ( Sovereign of the Kingdom.)

Addressed as “ Your Majesty,”

Styled as “His/Her Majesty, The King/Queen.”

King/Queen Consort: ( Spouse of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Majesty,”

Styled as “His/Her Majesty, The King/Queen.”

Crown Prince: ( Eldest son of the Sovereign, heir to the throne.)

Addressed as “ Your Royal Highness,”

Styled as “ His Royal Highness, Prince of Wales”

Princess of Wales: ( Wife of the Crown Prince.)

Addressed as “ Your Royal Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Royal Highness, Princess of Wales”

Prince: ( Son of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Royal Highness,”

Styled as “ His Royal Highness, Prince (First Name) Duke of ____”

( Note, their spouse would be titled the same.)

Princess Royal: ( Eldest daughter of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Royal Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royal.”

Princess: ( Daughter of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Her Royal Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Royal Highness, The Princess (First Name.)”

( The son of a Prince inherits the title “ Prince.” The daughter of a Prince inherits the title “ Princess.” As does his wife.)

BRITISH NOBILITY

Duke: ( Highest member of the peerage, can be royalty themselves.)

Addressed as “ Your Grace.”

Styled as “ His Grace the Duke of____”

Duchess: ( Highest member of peerages, often Royal or married to a Duke.)

Addressed as “ Your Grace.”

Styled as “ Her Grace the Duchess of____”

Marquess: ( Below Duke.)

Addressed as “ My Lord,” or “ Your Lordship,”

Styled as “ The Most Honourable Marquess of___”

Marchioness: ( Below Duchess.)

Addressed as “ My Lady,” or “ Your Ladyship,”

Styled as “ The Most Honourable Marchioness of_____”

Earl: ( Below Marquess.)

Addressed as “ My Lord,” or “ Your Lordship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Earl of_____”

Countess: ( Below Marchioness.)

Addressed as “ My Lady,” or “ Your Ladyship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Countess of___”

Viscount: ( Below Earl.)

Addressed as “ My Lord,” or “ Your Lordship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Viscount of_____”

Viscountess: ( Below Countess.)

Addressed as “ My Lady,” or “ Your Ladyship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Viscountess of_____”

Baron: ( Below Viscount.)

Addressed as “ My Lord,” or “ Your Lordship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Baron of_____”

Baroness: ( Below Viscountess, In her own right.)

Addressed as “ My Lady,” or “ Your Ladyship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Baroness of_____” or, “ The Right Honourable Lady____”

Baroness: ( In her Husband’s Right.)

Addressed as “ My Lady,” or “ Your Ladyship,”

Styled as “ The Right Honourable Lady____”

( Eldest sons of the nobility inherit the Father’s title upon his death, until then, they are addressed the step below. Ex. “ The Duke of Champagne’s eldest son, The Marquess of Liquor.”)

THE RUSSIAN EMPIRE

These titles were a proper nightmare to research. Firstly, because they are more complex than English ones ( and often longer, too), secondly, because of the language barrier, and thirdly, because they are not in use anymore (obviously) you cannot be the ‘Grand Duchess.�� of a country that no longer recognizes that title.

Nonetheless, here are the old Imperial titles, put together to the best of my limited ability.

RUSSIAN ROYALTY

Tsar/Emperor: ( Ruling Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Majesty,”

Styled as “ His Imperial Majesty, The Lord Emperor and Autocrat of all Russia.” or “ His Imperial Majesty.”

Tsarina/Empress: ( Consort of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Majesty,”

Styled as “ Her Imperial Majesty, The Empress.” or “ Her Imperial Majesty.”

Tsarevich: ( Eldest son of the Sovereign, heir to the throne.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Highness,”

Styled as “ His Imperial Highness, the Lord Heir Tsarevich and Grand Duke.” or “ His Imperial Highness.”

Tsarevna: ( Wife of the Tsarevich.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Imperial Highness, the Tsarevna.” Or “ Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess.”

Grand Duke: ( Son or grandson of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Highness,”

Styled as “ His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke.”

Grand Duchess: ( Daughter or granddaughter of the Sovereign.)

Addressed as “ Your Imperial Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess.”

Prince of The Blood Imperial: ( Great Grandchildren of the male line.)

Addressed as “ Your Serene Highness.”

Styled as “ His Highness The Prince ( First name.) ( Patronymic Ex. Dimitrovich.) of the Blood Imperial.”

Princess of The Blood Imperial: ( Wife of a Prince of The Blood.)

Addressed as “ Your Serene Highness.”

Styled as “ Her Highness The Princess ( First name.) ( Patronymic Ex. Dmitrievna.) of the Blood Imperial.”

( Children of Grand Dukes and Duchesses inherit the title until Great-Grandchildren who are Princes and Princesses of The Blood.)

RUSSIAN NOBILITY

Prince: ( Highest order of nobility.)

Addressed as “ Your Serenity,”

Styled as “ His Illustrious Highness the Prince.”

Princess: (Wife of a Prince.)

Addressed as “ Your Serenity,”

Styled as “ Her Illustrious Highness the Princess.”

Duke: ( Bestowed by foreign courts, not a native Russian title.)

Addressed as “ Your Serene Highness,”

Styled as “ His Serene Highness the Duke.”

Duchess: ( Bestowed by foreign courts, not a native Russian title, wife of a Duke.)

Addressed as “ Your Serene Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Serene Highness the Duchess.”

Marquis: ( Bestowed by foreign courts, not a native Russian title.)

Addressed as “ Your Illustrious Highness,”

Styled as “ His Serenity the Marquis.”

Marchioness: ( Bestowed by foreign courts, not a native Russian title, wife of a Marquis.)

Addressed as “ Your Illustrious Highness,”

Styled as “ Her Serenity the Marchioness.”

Count: ( Step above a Baron.)

Addressed as “ Your Illustrious Highness,”

Styled as “His Serenity The Count.”

Countess: ( Wife of a Count.)

Addressed as “ Your Illustrious Highness,”

Styled as “Her Serenity The Countess.”

Baron: (Ranked below a Count.)

Addressed as “ Your Well-Born.”

Styled as “ The Well-Born Baron.”

Baroness: ( Wife of a Baron.)

Addressed as “ Your Well-Born.”

Styled as “ The Well-Born Baroness.”

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Needy: William, Lovecraft Fanfiction

Author’s Note: Hello again! I hope you all have been well. Conjured this up last night and had to post it! It’s smuttier than the last, sorry, but not for real lmao. Happy reading! Let me know what you think! Taglist/ Requests are open! To be added or removed hit my asks! Thank you! (SN: He doesn’t have a last name on the show, as far as I can remember, so I made one up. Thanks)

Pairings: William x Reader, Lovecraft Fanfiction

Warnings: Smut. Language.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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Soo I’m working on a novel called Naked and I want some experiences from you all, if you wanna give them. I’d like the novel to be raw and not cliche. You can inbox anonymously or whatever. They don’t even have to be real, I’m just having a time formulating this relationship 😂

How’d you meet your significant other, or ex?

What’s your favorite thing he/she has said to you?

When did you first realize you loved them?

Most romantic experience you’ve had with them

Pet peeve about them?

Wildest thing you’ve done with them?

Kinkiest memory with them?

How’d you react when or if they cheated? Did you take them back?

How’d you know the relationship was worth fighting for

Any other relationship fluff, angst or cuteness you want to give! I’m just kinda stuck!

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Reasons: Ubbe Lothbrok

Author’s Note: I combined the two requests into one; I hope that’s okay! It’s a little kinky, yall don’t care though, lmao. Let me know what you think! Happy reading! (Gif Credit: The lovely @honestsycrets)

Requested: How about a vampire explaining how much he wants to bite the reader, and why he won’t right now, in a very sexy way of course. Maybe with a lot of touching. For the Viking of your choice…- @whenimaunicorn 

Ubbe telling you ghost stories or norse legends while teasing you with a knife (and then fucking you) 👀 - anon

Pairings: Ubbe x Reader

Warnings: Blood Kink, Knife Play, Public Smut

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Unannounced: Sherlock Holmes

Author’s Note: here’s a little Drabble from my upcoming work about Sherlock. I just thought it was cute lol. Hope you like it!! Happy reading! Gif credit according to Pinterest: @henrycavilledits

Pairing: Sherlock x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff, cute banter.

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes was at your door; his curls fell in front of his face as he knocked again. Three more raps and then a deep sigh came from him. What did he want? Why was he here unannounced and at such an early hour? You pulled the silk robe over your body, hoping that your brother would beat you to the door, or even the servant but no. They all remained busy, ignoring the rampart knocks on the door. You peaked about your window, sighing as you twisted the job.

“Mr. Holmes, is there something wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” Sherlock smiled, and for all that it was worth, Sherlock never smiled; it seemed he was only happy to see you.

“Then what is it?” You asked. “It is just passed dawn, and we are not yet awake.”

“It appears you are,” He has a quaint smile. “I wanted to invite you to breakfast if you are up to it?”

“I am tired.”

“Is this a yes?”

To be the most brilliant man in all of England, he did not take hints very well, or perhaps he did not want to. He shifted on the balls of his feet, noticing the open bottle of whiskey on the table accompanied by an open book. “A late-night reading?”

“Yes.” Your face teemed with heat, embarrassed momentarily that he noticed. “I-, like a good book.” You finished the sentence.

“Hence the reason you are a great librarian.” He smiled at you. “Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”

Sherlock recited Oscar Wilde, and you’re heart leaped. Intelligence was for certain attractive. You cleared your throat. “You’ve read Dorian Grey?”

“I have, please, do me a favor and say yes to breakfast?”

“If I say yes, will you swear never to come unannounced?”

“I can make no promises, but I can try my best.” Sherlock gave a knowing smile. “Is that good enough for you, Y/N?”

“Perhaps it will have to do, please be seated, and I will be ready momentarily.”

“Thank you, and take your time. I will wait as long you need me to.”

You fought the urge to swoon and quickly made it up the steps. Sherlock Holmes was in your living room awaiting you to join him for breakfast, and all you wanted to do was a list on indecent things your brother would have you shipped off for thinking.

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Imagine coming home to a pissed off Tommy

“Where the fuck-,” the sharp end of the letter k lingered in the air for a moment. The plume of smoke blew from Tommy’s mouth, and then the words followed, “have you been?” The oversized painting of your husband staring at you doubled the intensity of Thomas Shelby’s glare at you. “Hmm! Answer me!”

Dancing with Pol and Linda was the truthful answer; you three had taken the car back to Birmingham, and the old feeling of home tumbled out of you. Good whiskey, good friends, and good opium were all the useful remnants of a good night. You remembered most of it, mainly the part where you lost Isaiah’s tail and had a grand time.

“You are up early, my love.” You did not answer the question, just stepped towards him. “Sleep well?”

“Not a fucking wink, I was up bloody worrying about my wife in Birmingham.”

“I was in good hands.”

“They were not good hands, neither Arthur nor John was there to make sure you were alright, Pol is a mess. Linda is no better.”

“I do not need a babysitter.”

“Right, what you need is to be bent over my knee, Hmm?” Tommy stood up, rattling the empty teacups in front of him. “You are not to leave today. I have business to attend, and then I will return to handle you.”

“Handle me?”

“Oh, certainly, if last night proves anything, it’s that I am not keeping my wife busy enough. So... I have plans for you. Just get settled.” He paused humming for a moment before he reached you. His thick fingers touching your plush lips, “Take a long bath and lay in the bed naked waiting for me. Understood?” He titled your chin up to him. “Wife?”

“Understood.”

“Perfect.”

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Father of the Year (2)

Y/N and Keith hadn’t spoken to each other for over a month.

She wasn’t sure if Keith ever told Ryan what happened between them and she was too afraid to find out. Not just because of possibly losing Keith as a friend, but knowing that she’d definitely lost Ryan as a friend.

Still, she had more critical things going on in her life that she had to deal with. Y/N still had to find a job, and as of yet, had to deal with a pressing medical issue. Things felt like they were going downhill for her. Now she was sick again, and experiencing the same symptoms as before. She was sure her cancer was back.

“Thank you.” Y/N often went back to the coffee shop she used to frequent when she worked there. Sometimes it’s to receive advice from the owner, sometimes to just clear her head. Sitting in the back near her favorite spot, Y/N stirred her coffee around in deep thought. As of late, things haven’t been going in her favor, and now with the threat of her health, Y/N didn’t know what to do. Does she move back home with her parents and figure things out? Or does she try to handle everything on her own? Sighing to herself, she pushed her barely touched coffee cake away and sat in deep thought. Normally, she would go to her best friend about what to do, but she hadn’t talked to him in over a month. She ignored every call, every text. She refused to go on social media. Not only was she too embarrassed, but she was scared. She was scared of the outcome of everything, it was what she stressed about the most.

On her way home, Y/N got the call she had been dreading. “Hello?..Yes, this is she…Hello Dr. Ramos..” Her nerves fell on end as she tried to drive and listen to her doctor speak to her. Recently, Y/N had went in for blood work after realizing she was feeling sick and had become late. She feared the worse, thinking that her cancer had came back. What she got was way more shocking and surprising than she ever thought could happen, “WHAT?!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, let me explain.” Her doctor quickly explained that her white blood cells were in the normal range and that what she had been experiencing was pregnancy symptoms. She was indeed pregnant–one month exactly in fact. Y/N slammed on the breaks, coming to a complete stop at a red light. Her hands were shaking; she needed to stay out of the street for a while before she hurt herself or others around her. Once the light turned green, she pulled over off a busy street and parked along the street in an empty space, “Wait, wait–Ha-how–I thought that you said I couldn’t get pregnant??” Y/N was sure, after her very last round of chemo, that her doctor told her she wouldn’t be able to have children. That information devastated her and she had no one there to comfort her when it happened.

“Well, Ms. Y/L/N, technically, you aren’t supposed to be…We believed that you would not be, which is why we asked about egg freezing before starting your chemotherapy and the number of surgeries we’ve performed…Honestly, it’s truly a miracle.” Y/N had no words. She couldn’t believe that she was pregnant, and yet here she was, with child. She was so overwhelmed, she didn’t know what to do.

“I do urge you that this pregnancy, shall you choose to continue it, will be a risky one.” Her doctor droned on and one, but Y/N barely noticed his voice. Sitting in her car, Y/N completely zoned out from shock. Her former oncologist repeated her name until she finally snapped back into reality, “Y-Yes, yes, I’ll do that…Goodbye Dr. Ramos..” Y/N slowly ended the call, nearly dropping her phone to the floor of her car. Startled by the steady knock on her window, she rolled it down once she saw there was a meter maid and an officer standing at her door, “Ma'am. You realize you’ve been sitting in your car for a while now, the meter maid has been trying to get your attention.” The officer said. Y/N, barely processing, burst into tears. She tried wiping her face of tears but they steadily streamed, “Ma'am, are you in need of assistance?”

“…I just found out I’m pregnant..” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. The officer, nodding in understanding, spoke with the meter maid to allow Y/N some time to move her car. Once that situation worked itself out, Y/N was able to drive again, although nerve-wrecked and shakily as she gripped her steering wheel.

Making it to her studio apartment, all of her future started flooding to her at once. She realized that now she had so much to do and wasn’t even sure of her plans entirely. Then she faced an even more difficult task altogether.

She had to tell Keith he was going to be a father.

Nearly one in the morning, Y/N couldn’t sleep. She had tried, several times, to call Keith so that she could talk to him, but each time she would hang up, losing the nerve. She stared at the ceiling, the ceiling fan rotating slowly, bringing her into a hypnotic daze. Her phone laid gently on her tank top covered stomach and she felt tears prick at her eyes. Y/N couldn’t believe she was pregnant. The one thing she thought she couldn’t have anymore was finally happening and she didn’t know how to react. She had cried, she felt pure shock and now, with her daze stuck on the spinning propellers, she felt lost. What was she to do? Her and a baby couldn’t possibly live in a studio apartment–what was she gonna do for money when she eventually ran out? Would she even keep the baby?

How was she supposed to let Keith know?

She knew how Keith worked, she knew that he always wanted a family, but she also knew how hectic his life would be–an actor, model, and a father? If she decided to keep the baby, how would any of that work?

“Hello?” A shaky sigh escaped Y/N’s mouth as held her tongue, listening to Keith breath. She had finally strung up the nerve to call him, albeit very late. Keith could hear the strain in her voice and instantly sat alert, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His chain slapped gently against his bare chest as he moved around in the dark, trying not to disturb his girlfriend. Walking to his closet, he grabbed a pair of sweats, his slides and a shirt. He knew something was wrong before she could even say anything, “Y/N, what is it?”

“Oh god…” Y/N could barely contain the tears. Here they were, a month without purposely talking to each other, and he still showed his care and concern towards her. Y/N couldn’t handle it, she couldn’t handle how nice he was being, especially when she had news that would change his life forever. “Keith, I…I..–.”

“Y/N tell me what’s wrong, are you hurt? Did something happen? Where are you, I’ll come get you.” Keith walked back over to his nightstand, grabbing his keys. Y/N, upon hearing this, immediately pulled it together, “No, Keith, don’t come over.”

“You’re home?” Keith questioned, confused. If she was home and not hurt, then why would she be calling him at one in the morning? Why was she calling him at all? “Bruh, Y/N what is going on?”

“Keith, I’m pregnant.” Silence fell between the best friends as Keith slowly sat back down on his bed. He was stunned by the news, and he knew–without a doubt–the baby was his. He knew Y/N wasn’t that type of girl. He knew that she wouldn’t just sleep around–it was definitely his baby, “…How?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N whispered.

“I thought you couldn’t have children.” Keith sputtered.

“Apparently I can.” The awkwardness hung in the air like a foul stench. Neither one of them knew what to say to each other at this point. Y/N did what she needed to do, she told Keith what was going on, being that he is the father. Now it was completely up to him if wanted to participate because Y/N really didn’t have a choice in the matter, “Are you keeping it?” Keith wondered. He really wanted to know what Y/N’s thought process was at this moment.

“I…I don’t know I–” Y/N sighed heavily, sniffling as she wiped her tears away, “This might be my only shot, you know…But it’s not just my baby, Keith..” Keith sighed, tugging the ends of his hair as he ran his fingers over his head. The late night vibes hit them both. Both Keith and Y/N sat silently as they ran deep into their thoughts. “…I’m really scared right now and I know…I know you hate me–.”

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” Keith cut her off, assuring her of his feelings towards her, “I could never hate you.” Closing her eyes, Y/N sighed a huge sigh of relief. She thought for sure, being that she ignored and avoided all of his messages that Keith hated her guts. Yet this whole entire time, he was waiting for her, giving her the space she needed. Now though, they had to actually be adult about everything and work together on either raising a child or being there for each other. “I guess now, I really have to tell Ryan.”

“You…You never told her what we did?” Y/N thought for sure that Keith had opened up to Ryan about his affair with her. He had always believed in an openly honest relationship. He believed that a couple was stronger together when they communicated and stayed honest with each other. Yet here he was, being not only dishonest with Ryan but with himself as well. “Damn it, I’m constantly fucking shit up for you.”

“You’re not fucking shit up for me Y/N, I did that myself.” Cursing to himself, he realized how what he said might’ve come off as insensitive, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” Sniffling, Y/N fanned her face as she tried to calm herself down. She was overwhelmed, stressed out and scared. She knew that Keith had the right to know. She also knew that a decision needed to be made. Would she keep the baby or abort it? Y/N knew in her heart that she always wanted a family. And any chance of that had been crushed when she was told that she couldn’t have children. Now that things have changed, she was second guessing, but for what? Even if she knew that there would be risks, she had to have her baby. “Keith, I’m keeping it.” She determined suddenly, “I don’t know if this changes anything for us, but I…I never thought I would get to have this moment and I want…I want a family of my own. Now that I got a second chance, I’m taking it.”

Biting his bottom lip, Keith pressed his back against his black leather headboard, “Well it’s what you always wanted baby girl, I’m not stopping you.” Y/N could feel the hesitation in his voice. She wasn’t sure how he was feeling and as overwhelming all of this information and decision making was for her, she knew it was a lot for him. “Tyree…You know that I’m not gonna keep your baby away from you…?” Y/N cautiously approached the subject of entering him into fatherhood, “I would never purposely keep this baby from you, that’s why I told you.”

“I know, Y/N.” Keith suddenly smiled, and Y/N could hear it in his tone. She wanted Keith to experience that chance of fatherhood, even in the most nontraditional sense. “You don’t have one vindictive voice in your body.”

“Keith when are you going to tell Ryan? This is gonna hurt her.” Y/N hated changing the subject, but she knew it couldn’t be avoided forever. Keith knew it as well.

“Soon.” Keith glanced over at his sleeping girlfriend, unaware of the pain that she would soon face once he tells her everything, “I’m not ready to lose her.”

“I’m so sorry..” Y/N whispered. She really felt horrible that one night caused so much drama for them. She was really surprised that Keith was taking this so well. She was expected to hear shouting or cursing or something but instead, it was mostly shock-induced, late night daze that kept them both mellowed out. Still, even with the calmness of their conversation, Y/N still had some fears and hurting Keith was one of them. “I never meant to cause all of this.”

“I kissed you first, you know. Wasn’t all just you.” Keith whispered, making sure he didn’t wake up Ryan.

“Why are you whispering?” Y/N questioned.

“Uh, Ryan’s sleeping over..” Y/N nodded in realization, understanding his predicament. They couldn’t have a full out conversation right now, and she respected that.

Once they said goodnight to each other, Y/N went to bed feeling slightly better. Not only had she spoken to the father of her unborn child, but she spoke to her best friend, who she’s been dying to talk to for weeks–if not about this, then about anything.

Y/N got a call to come over to Keith’s house. She could hear the sadness in his voice. She knew then that Keith had finally told Ryan what happened, and she could only imagine how both of them were feeling.

Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and biker shorts, Y/N made her way to Keith’s home. Outside, she can see his car parked in the driveway and slowly crept inside of the driveway herself. Getting out of the car, Y/N locked her car and with keys and phone in hand, made her way to his front door. The sun beamed on her in this autumn afternoon. Her once polished afro puff was slicked into a low bun. Her coco darkened complexion was make up free and barely scared. Even her plump lips, which she marred with her constant lip biting seemed flawless.

“Y/N.” The door opened after she knocked, revealing a pissed off Ryan. She was sure that when she received the call, Ryan was not present, but Y/N was wrong. Next thing she knew, a fist came flying towards her, connecting to her face. “Ryan, no! We were suppose to talk, stop!” Y/N held her nose, feeling the blood gushing as she recoiled from her attack. Ryan lunged for her, “HOW COULD YOU?! I TRUSTED YOU–YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND!!!” Keith pulled Ryan from on top of her, screaming for her to get inside the house. He had never seen her act in such a way, even if it meant that she was hurt or angry. Keith helped Y/N off the ground, making sure she was okay once they entered inside the house, “Keep your head tilted while I get some ice.”

“Seriously?! You’re gonna come to her rescue after what you two did–Are you fucking kidding me?!” Ryan screamed. She started running for Y/N again, only this time Y/N was prepared, “Please, no, I’m pregnant!” She screamed, frightened that Ryan could do far more worse damage than she already had.

Ryan suddenly came to a halt. Her face twisted in agony as she looked from Keith to Y/N and back, “Y-You got her pregnant?” Keith was torn. He didn’t know to whom he should console, and he was trying to fix everything. “Baby, listen–.”

“You got her pregnant?!” Ryan screamed. Keith reached for her, but she jerked away, “No, don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me, Keith!”

“It’s not his fault!” Y/N groaned as the pain soared through her face. She clutched the back of the couch with her clean, free hand; sure that her nose was somehow broken. “We were both drunk. I made the first move, I did it.” Y/N lied. She knew that Keith had kissed her first, but if by some miracle it helped him, she would do it. “He was just trying to cheer me up–I just lost my job, he and a bunch of friends took me out to make me feel better and we all got drunk. Honestly, if it wasn’t him that got me home, it would’ve been any one of our friends–we were that drunk.” Wiping the blood with the back of her hand, Y/N calmly approached Ryan, “It was a mistake Ryan, honest.” Y/N tried not to cry, but she couldn’t help herself. She never wanted to hurt Ryan, they had both become such good friends over the years, “We never meant for any of this to happen, please, please.”

Ryan just stared at her. The shock and trauma of it all seemed almost like a barrier for her not reaching out and strangling Y/N. Keith stood worriedly, waiting for some type of physical altercation to happen between the two. Ryan, hurt and confused, backed away, “I…I can’t–I need to go.” Y/N’s head dropped as she listened to Ryan and Keith argue back and forth and pleaded with her as she left the house. She felt so guilty, and she knew that Keith was feeling all of that and then some. Once Keith came back into the house, he dragged Y/N to the kitchen to put some ice on her nose, “Keith, I’m really sor–.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now, Y/N.” Y/N knew that Keith was hurt, and although he came across as harsh, she didn’t take offence to it. He’d just lost his girl and found out he was gonna be a father, all within twelve hours of each other. It never dawned on her how this could possibly blow back in their faces until this very moment, when she watched her best friend hunch over the kitchen counter, crying. Hesitantly, with towel wrapped ice in one hand and a manly bicep in the other, she tried her best to comfort her friend. 

She knew that somehow, she had to fix this.

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