#myla and ryver

[moonxvxsun]

aaaa i love the morning sickness one! id love to read the continuation :)

here is the second part! there can be a third part if there is enough interest in it. but remember this is all in the past all of this already happened. here is how Ryver and Myla first met!

TW: sexual assault, transphobia, not respecting pronouns, emeto

everything in italics is sign language

-------------------------------

Ryver was broken, completely broken. Not only because all of this was the product of the night he'll never talk about. The night he can't forget about. The night that replays in his head over and over and over again. But because while he was transgender, he wasn't able to get the surgery and it wasn't even something that he was sure that he wanted. Despite that, he still hated all of his female parts, all the parts of him that gave people ammunition to invalidate who he was as a person.

Sitting in the exam room, he was having a full-on panic attack. His mental state was broken, completely broken. Once he ran out of energy he basically collapsed on the exam bed, crying himself to sleep. There was no way the hospital would let him leave, he was broken.

He was moved up to the psych ward and refused to talk to anyone, to eat, or sleep. He did nothing but just stare at the blank wall. He had to be given IVs to give nutrients to him and the baby.

"He's new, he's eighteen and he agreed to try this new type of therapy. Go in and good luck, if he doesn't respond that's normal, but give it time. He is also hard of hearing, but you're proficient in ASL, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Ryver was sitting in his room on his bed staring at the wall, he had agreed to try a new form for therapy thinking that nothing would work anyway so he didn't care.

"Ryver, hello. My name Myla Fitz, I'm a senior in high school and I'm volunteering for the new teen help program." A small girl in a white dress said as they walked into the room. Her voice sounded like the voice of an angel, Ryver couldn't help but turn to see the owner of the voice. Looking at her, he was sure that she was an angel.

"I understand that you've been here for over a month now and that you're three months pregnant." She said softly and looked up at him smiling, he had the cutest little baby bump and despite how sad and depressed he looked, he was gorgeous. "I know that you haven't talked to anyone since you found out you were pregnant and that you've dropped out of college. Can you tell me what you're feeling?"

Ryver just shook his head, but that was more than he's done in months. "Ryver, I understand that things are hard for you right now. And I know that you might not want to talk about you yet, so I'll tell you about me so you know who you'd be opening up to." Myla smiled as she sat down in a chair across from him and crossed her legs. "I had just been accepted to college, I wanted to go far away but I decided that our hometown college here was the best place for me to be. I'm actually pretty nervous about college, my twin Avi is also going to be attending the same college but we're trying to branch out our friend groups. But I'm glad to have my twin there with me, I always feel like I need to protect Avi...people have always bullied them and while I'm more dainty I would seriously hurt anyone who comes near them. Avi goes by they/him pronouns and is more masculine even though we are identical twin sisters. But I just call Avi my twin, I hope no one is mean to them...High school has been hard for Avi. They're actually the reason I joined this program, they were locked in their room refusing to talk to anyone until they found this program. They really helped Avi, I owe this group my life for saving them, I want to help people too."

"I became pregnant because a boy I liked asked me to go to a party at his frat and we started getting more... intense... but his friends were all hiding taking pictures and videos proving that I wasn't a boy..." Ryver finally spoke and signed his voice weak and tears were filling his eyes. "I go to the college where you're going, and I hope your twin never has to experience what I've gone through."

Myla didn't know what to do, they just wanted to run to Ryver and hold them and protect them. It was the same anger that they felt whenever someone was mean to Avi. "Ryver, I'm so sorry that happened to you, and I'm so proud of you for being able to tell me that." Myla signed back before she stood up and walked over to the bed and sat beside him and held out her hand. "I'm glad you could trust me Ryver, and if you're more comfortable, I'm fluent in ASL."

Ryver smiled, for the first time in months, he smiled as he looked over at Myla and grabbed her hand, and squeezed it before letting go and signing. I don't know what to do, I don't want to terminate Myla... but I'm only eighteen...

There's always adoption, but I know that there is a lot of thought that goes into this. But remember Ryver, you're not alone. You have the hospital staff and I'll be here to check in on you while you're still a part of the program.

Ryver just nodded, but the thought and anxiety of everything were overtaking him, along with the smell of his lunch that was being brought into the room. I feel sick... He spoke softly and a wet belch escaped his lips and his face dropped, he was so embarrassed. He couldn't focus, he was so embarrassed, and the anxiety of it all, he just burped again, this time a small stream of bile coming up and pouring all down his front. He barely had time to recover before his stomach lurched and a thinker stream of chunky green and brown vomit spilled all down his front. Myla didn't move, despite the vomit getting on the edge of her dress, she just stayed calm and rubbed his back.

Ryver had never been so embarrassed in his whole life. He had been throwing up every day in front of countless nurses and doctors but today was different, there was an actual angel before him and he got sick on her beautiful dress. But instead of being disgusted she just sat calmly and helped him pass his nausea.

Ryver, you're okay. Calm down okay, and take a breath, okay? Myla spoke and signed. She was internally thanking her twin for being obsessed with learning ASL.

Ryver just nodded but he was still feeling terrible. Though his nausea had passed, his whole body felt weak and that's not to mention how embarrassed he was about getting sick on Myla's dress.

I'm sorry about your dress...That was gross, I feel so bad...

No please don't apologize Ryver. I'll let you get cleaned up and I have to go change. But before that, I'll be back next week and we can chat again. I hope you can start to feel a little better and return to your normal life.

Ryver couldn't respond. It had been such a long time since he had felt so loved and cared for, even if was just a volunteer who he figured probably didn't even care about them. But he couldn't help how much this visit meant to him, and how cared for he felt.

What was he going to do? Was he going to actually go through with this?

[moonxvxsun]

hi, i read in your pinned post that you write ab morning sickness, right? which one of your oc could experience it? and could you write about it? maybe like the first time they experienced it and didnt realize it was morning sickness

thank you:)

hi! i'm so excited to write this

this takes place a few years ago before Ryver was dating Myla when he was eighteen. this is a shorter one but if there is interest in this i can continue on this story

TW: implied sexual abuse and transphobia

__________________

Ryver was your average eighteen-year-old, he was a freshman in college on the path to becoming a lawyer and he was exploring his sexuality. Ryver had come out as trans when he was fifteen, but he was always unsure of his sexuality. However, college was the perfect time to experiment.

Ryver had fallen for Devlin, a junior and the president of some frat, he wasn't even sure which one. But he fell, and he fell hard. Their first date or it wasn't really a date, but Ryver couldn't help but thinking that it was. He was invited by Devlin to go to a party at his frat house, and the fact that Devlin himself had asked him, it had to be a date right?

It was the night of the party and Devlin and Ryver had talked all night, it was the most amazing night. Devlin took him out behind the house and they both looked up at the stars before Devlin grabbed him and pulled him into him and kissing him. Things quickly escalated outside of the house and before Ryver knew it, the other frat brothers were outside with their phones taking pictures and recording them.

"See, I told you he wasn't a he," One of the brothers laughed.

"Devlin...I thought-" Ryver started, but Devlin and his friends just laughed and left him all alone outside.

This was the worst night of Ryver's life, he was thoroughly humiliated and it was all over the school. But things only got worse. Ryver had no one as a freshman and what was worse is a few weeks later he was starting to get sick. His favorite comfort food, a sub from the campus sandwich place was making him sick. He had woken up in the night feeling sick and he had thrown up three days in a row. He just assumed that he was catching a bug, it wasn't just the sandwich that made him sick but everything seemed to.

The smell of the perfume that the girl beside him wore, the smell of the flowers in the courtyard, and the smell of all of the food in his fridge. What was wrong with him? He was just sick.

He was at a study group with some kids from his class, they were in the library and he arrived first. The other three all came at the same time, but the perfume the girls were wearing instantly made him feel nauseous. He tried his best to ignore it, but after only five minutes he started gagging in his seat.

"I-I'll be back..." He said panicked before he ran out of the booth and into the bathroom. He fell in front of the toilet and began gagging. It was the fifth day that he had thrown up.

"Ugh...fuck..." He mumbled as his stomach let out a low gurgle. He was hanging over the toilet, his stomach felt like it was in knots. It took a few minutes but his stomach finally lurched and his breakfast was coming back up. Throwing up so aggressively, he didn't make it all into the toilet, spraying the back of the toilet as well. It looked and smelled much worse coming back up. He felt a little better after getting sick and decided he could go back to his study group. But when he arrived they were eating a snack and the smell made his stomach flip.

He didn't have time to run to the bathroom, the little bit of food that he had left in his stomach he grabbed the plastic bag that the food was in and immediately brought up the rest of his breakfast, thankfully this time he has made it all in the bag, but there was still some sick on his face and hanging off of his lip. "Ugh..." he gripped the bag tightly and wrapped his hands around his middle.

He looked up and he saw the look on their faces and he was throughly embarrassed and decided that it was time to officially go to the doctor.

While at the hospital he was waiting nervously in the exam room, after a bit of waiting and tests, it was confirmed. He was pregnant and what he was experiencing was morning sickness. Just hearing the news made his stomach flip, he threw up right there in the exam room. The hot liquid and bile dripping down his front, he was completely out of breath and crying hysterically. He couldn't be pregnant not from that night, the night he doesn't speak of.