#mpregbortion au

tagged by @corporatebanana, thank you beloved! using this as an excuse to step away from my mha wip that has most of my attention rn and scratch away some more at mpregbortion. same caveats as before: i'm still mostly playing around in the verse, no guarantees that any of this will stick around, etc etc. this is a literal first draft written in the last ~hour and then copied directly over from my notion lol

tags for @beanarie @wee-fuckin-woo @eosfog-btsideblog and anyone who wants an excuse to share (yes, i'm talking to you!!)

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The dial tone rings for an uncountable stretch of time.

“Tommy, what the fuck, it’s almost 10,” Sal’s tinny voice says through the phone. “If you’re calling me to bail you out from another bad date, you better be ready to pay up in diner fries. The good kind, not the In-n-Out shit.”

Tommy should laugh. He should rib Sal about watching his carbs and his cholesterol, or make a dark joke about his love life, or mount a sarcastic defense of In-n-Out’s lackluster fries. That’s how this conversation would go, on any other day. On a normal day.

But today is the day that the universe has decided to play its cruelest prank yet on him, and he can’t get any of the normal responses out. He can’t even get any words out at all, just breathes too fast and shallow into the receiver.

In the silence that stretches, Tommy can almost hear Sal switching from his default exasperated care to concern. “Tommy? If you’re in trouble, stop fucking stalling and tell me. Did you steal another helicopter and need me to bail you out of jail?”

Tommy chokes on a sound that wants to be a laugh, but doesn’t have the strength to get there. It’s probably a good thing, even if the sound he actually makes is vaguely reminiscent of a dying chicken. He’s pretty sure that any laughter coming out of his mouth now would sound hysterical and unhinged, and probably turn into crying in some unspecified blink of a moment.

“Say something, you bastard,” Sal says, rising concern sharpening his tone. “Is someone dying? Are you dying?”

Tommy fights through unclench his jaw enough to speak. He should—he should act like a normal fucking human being, say hello, maybe say sorry for calling at this hour, reassure Sal that no one’s dying. Instead, what comes tumbling out of his mouth is, “I’m pregnant.”

make sylvie write!

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mwahahaha i have entrapped you in my dastardly spell!! here is a slightly extra-long snippet to bewitch you further:

@wee-fuckin-woo tagged me a few days ago, and i'm pretty sure there's other weeks-old ones i'm still sitting on. i was feeling kind of sad about not having any bucktommy to share, and then my brain started spinning its wheels again, and long story short i resurfaced an hour later with a brand new doc with almost 800 words of mpregbortion. i have no idea if i'm gonna end up keeping any of it, and i'm definitely writing non-linear as i feel out the whole story and different scenes in it, but have the longest linear chunk i have so far

tagging uuuuh @corporatebanana @screamlet @chemistry66 @beanarie and/or anyone else who fancies sharing something

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Tommy stares down at the plastic stick in his hand. It’s tiny in his palm, small and fragile enough that he could almost crush it in a clenched fist.

It’s the heaviest thing he’s ever held in his enitre life.

He blinks down at his hands, like that might change what he’s seeing. The tiny little + sign stays unchanging and unrepentent. A part of him is tempted to reach for a second test and take it, just in case this is somehow a big giant mistake. If pregnancy tests can even have false positives.

But something deep in his gut already knows the truth. Hell, maybe the gut feeling is literal this time; there’s a tiny clump of cells growing inside him now.

make sylvie write!

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anything for you, beans <3 have a snippet from waaaaay later, the second or third bucktommy conversation after the fact. my guess is that it'll be at least like 75% of the way into the fic, but who actually knows. i do have written a bit of stuff in between the early bits i shared and this (including ~200 fresh words i just wrote for this meme!) but this felt juicier to share lol

make sylvie write!

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kathy your enthusiasm for mpregbortion brings me both boundless joy and a great motivation to deliver. I did not manage 40 million but I did write almost 400 words, just for you. This bit comes immediately after here:

only in my bang wip, which you've seen already! but since i cannot share that with everyone else, in the spirit of the game, i wrote a few new sentences instead. I've mostly been chipping away at the "nice" time loop, but turned around and picked up mpregbortion again just for you <3

It’s not that he expects his coworkers to be cruel or mean about it. They’re better people than that. But he’ll never be able to be just Firefighter-Pilot Tommy Kinard again. He’ll always be Omega Firefighter-Pilot Tommy Kinard. They’ll look at him differently. They won’t mean it badly, and they might not even know it, but Tommy will know. He’s seen that look before, in every permutation. Sometimes it’s poor misguided Omega and sometimes it’s what an abomination and sometimes it’s is he okay and sometimes it’s maybe you should be man-behind, but it’s always there. Nobody looks at an Omega without thinking about the fact that they’re looking at an Omega. Especially not an Omega like him.

just. like. Tommy who is both gay and an omega and has been hiding both his entire life up until 118. who came out as gay after going to Harbour but never quite “came out” about being an omega. who doesn’t lie about it, not exactly, not anymore, but he knows what he looks like and what assumptions people make about him from that and never ever contradict them. who maybe even encourages said assumptions with the car lift and the muy thai and the Tough Alpha Job.

alpha Buck who’s always been a bit hotheaded and bratty, who’s been with more than his fair share of alpha women instead of the expected omegas. (…I wonder if Daniel was an alpha or a beta or an omega. If he lived long enough for them to find out. I think the answer is no but the Buckley parents are convinced he would’ve been a beta and it’s just one more way Evan is Wrong, why he’s so hotheaded and reckless the way their sweet Daniel never was.) who wants kids of his own, always has, but never got to the right place in his life with the right person. Let everything play out per canon all the way through to the hookup. Tommy gets pregnant from it, and obviously he cannot tell Evan. Not after Evan made it so so clear that he never meant anything. Agonizes for days over this child he never thought he’d want, this piece of Evan he could maybe get to keep—but in the end he just can’t justify being a single parent to an infant, not with the life he leads and the job he has. And if he kept the baby it’d blow up his whole life, plus Evan would find out, and he refuses to be the asshole who babytraps Evan into a relationship he never wanted.

I.. have no idea where it goes from there except that you could do some delicious things with the lost baby and the sperm donor arc. Something something the child he knew he was making that he knew he wouldn’t get to keep but chose to create anyway vs. the child he never knew he was making that he didn’t even know he wasn’t going to get to keep until AFTER he lost it

make sylvie write!

sorry anon this is probably not what you had in mind when you requested mpregbortion but i vagueblogged a thing and now i have to follow through. so. here's a couple hundred words of omega-in-an-alpha-dominated-field tommy.

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