Take Me By The Hand (Mpreg/M-Preg) [Brendon Urie/Pete Wentz] {2/59}
Title: Take Me By The Hand (2/59)
Author: comingofthelord
Rating(s): Overall R-NC-17 for language and themes.
Pairing(s): Issac "Ike" Hanson/Brendon Urie and (eventual) Brendon/Pete Wentz
P.O.V.: 1st-Person, Brendon's.
Genre(s): Drama/Alternate (Alternative) Universe [AU/A.U.].
Warnings: Hermaphroditism/Inter-sex/Bi-gender, Underage, Alcohol Use, Swearing, (Sex)ual Content, Mpreg/M-preg.
Summary: Screw the cute, fluffy crap and let's get straight to the point; pregnancy sucks. And it's only worse when you're a male. Brendon finds himself at the party of the year with the guy of his dreams. After only one night, Brendon finds himself falling hard for Isaac Hanson, and it seems like Ike feels the same way... until Brendon's friends jokingly convince him to take a pregnancy test... that turns out positive, of course. Brendon can't be pregnant though... he's a boy! Suddenly, Brendon's life is turned upside-down, becoming the center of attention when everyone wants to know the same thing; how does a teenage boy become pregnant? Governmental testing, news vans parked on his lawn, an apathetic boyfriend, and morning sickness seem to all become overwhelming and Brendon only has one person he can turn to; his best friend, Ryan Ross. But what happens when Ryan's older adoptive brother, Pete Wentz, comes into the picture? Can he help save Brendon, and in more ways than one?
Disclaimer: Total fiction; I don't own ANY of the characters herein, nor have I ever met them (in real life) or know them personally.
Beta: Me, myself and I, comingofthelord
Author('s) Note(s): Unlike the last story, this one has shorter chapters, but more installments. But other than that, don't like? Don't read, simple, if the themes contained herein are offensive to you. That said, I hope you -- to whom it may concern -- enjoy (it)!
Character List/Picspam:
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Ryan falls over, laughing hysterically. She clutches her stomach, her eyes getting teary as she finds humor in my pain and embarrassment. I knew I shouldn't have told her what happened with Ike, about my "I want to shove my tongue so far down your throat" comment, but she pestered me until I gave in. Now, she's wheezing with the giggles that had erupted from her. Good. I can already hear her "asthma" acting up and narrow my eyes. I shove her away, watching her yelp and tumble to the floor while I huffed and leaned back on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest.
This was not funny.
"I hate you so much," I mutter, glaring at the textured off-white ceiling.
Ryan's head pops up over the side of the bed, watching me from her new position on the floor, giggles now at least somewhat stifled. "This is hilarious," She says. I simply harden my expression, still shooting death glares at the ceiling, willing it to fall and hit Ryan on the head. Ryan just climbs up onto the bed next to me, and I watch her carefully. If she laughs one more time, I'm pushing her ass back on the floor.
She pulls her legs under her and looks at me, bouncing a little, her infamous poker face now in place. "So what are you gonna do?"
I sigh. "Avoid Ike like he's contracted the Black Plague. I sure hope I will never have to see him again. Ever." Okay, so maybe I was overreacting a little. I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever; we still had one more year of high school left together after this, and this was a small school. Ryan knew that, too.
She simply rolls her eyes. "I think you should talk to him."
It's my turn to laugh but, unlike Ryan's whimsical giggles, mine is short and humorless. "I tried to talk to him today and look at how that turned out." I flinch at the memory as it comes to mind again. I push the thought away and groan. I bring both of my hands up, rubbing my eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden. What time is it, anyway? I move my gaze to the left, trying to see the alarm clock set up on Ryan's nightstand, but my eyes land on her instead. She watches her hands thoughtfully, bottom lip sucked in between her pearly-white teeth. I cock an eyebrow.
"What's on your mind, Ry?" I ask.
She looks up, surprised, like she forgot that I was even there. She opens her mouth slightly before closing it again and shaking her head. "Nothing."
"Liar," I accuse easily. I prop myself up on one elbow and poke her in the side. "Come on... talk to Brendon."
Ryan rolls her eyes, but refuses to look at me. I wait silently for her to speak. Finally, she sighs and her honey-colored eyes meet mine. "I heard people talking in the hall today," she says, and then stops. I know there's more, so I again wait. Her eyes drop to the gray sheet beneath us and the rest comes out in a rush. "Stevie's having a party this weekend and Ike's going as her date."
I don't respond. I don't feel like I can. It feels like my heart just sank like the Titanic, and Ryan's words were the iceberg. She glances up at me and I force myself to swallow, knowing I need to say something. "Oh..." Yep. Great job, Brendon; that sounded intelligent. But that was the only response I could muster as the pressure in my chest made it hard to breathe.
I should have seen this coming. In all honesty, I did see this coming. I should've just accepted it. I knew that Stevie was also popular and gorgeous and nice and soon enough Ike would be wrapped around her little finger. I knew that I would never have a chance with Ike but... fuck, it hurt like hell finally knowing that Stevie had won him over. And I was here, biting my lip and trying not to think about what was bound to happen between them at the party this weekend.
"You okay?" Ryan asks, her voice surprisingly soft.
I look up at her, but seeing the sympathy in her eyes doesn't make me feel any better. I'm not usually someone that accepts sympathy; shit happens, and you take it and someone saying "I'm sorry" for something that was completely out of their control was pointless. I absently scratch my arm, now avoiding Ryan's empathetic gaze as I stand up. "I'm fine," I lie. "It's getting late; I should probably get home." Ryan nods sadly. "I'm fine," I repeat, this time meeting her curious gaze, before dropping it and making my way to his bedroom door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I push the door open, moving into the hallway. My gaze is still fixated on the floor, which is why I don't see Pete until I run into him. Hard. My body, although about the same size as his, is knocked backwards from the force and I trip over my own feet. I think I'm going down for sure, but Pete's arms reach out just in time, catching me and pulling me to a stable standing position. He makes sure I'm not going to topple over again before averting his gaze and letting me go. "Sorry," he mumbles, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his over-sized hoodie, covered in bat hearts.
I shake my head, knowing very well it was my fault, not his. "It's fine," I say, hearing my own voice crack. Oh, crap... I hope that Pete didn't hear me, but of course I had no such luck. His hazel eyes immediately meet my own, his brows creasing together in a mixture of confusion and what looks like concern.
"Are you crying, Brendon?" he asks. Yeah, that's definitely concern in his voice. Damn these sympathetic people!
I quickly shake my head, but I feel the tears already stinging in my eyes. "No, of course not," I say. My gaze drops to the ground and I mentally curse my own feelings for betraying me like this. "I gotta go."
Without another word, and without waiting for a response, I slip past him toward the stairs. I make my way through the quiet house without running into Dale or Pete Sr., his parents, thankfully. But as soon as I shut the front door behind me, letting the cool air hit my face in the fading sunlight, I feel the tears come pouring out.
Author: comingofthelord
Rating(s): Overall R-NC-17 for language and themes.
Pairing(s): Issac "Ike" Hanson/Brendon Urie and (eventual) Brendon/Pete Wentz
P.O.V.: 1st-Person, Brendon's.
Genre(s): Drama/Alternate (Alternative) Universe [AU/A.U.].
Warnings: Hermaphroditism/Inter-sex/Bi-gender, Underage, Alcohol Use, Swearing, (Sex)ual Content, Mpreg/M-preg.
Summary: Screw the cute, fluffy crap and let's get straight to the point; pregnancy sucks. And it's only worse when you're a male. Brendon finds himself at the party of the year with the guy of his dreams. After only one night, Brendon finds himself falling hard for Isaac Hanson, and it seems like Ike feels the same way... until Brendon's friends jokingly convince him to take a pregnancy test... that turns out positive, of course. Brendon can't be pregnant though... he's a boy! Suddenly, Brendon's life is turned upside-down, becoming the center of attention when everyone wants to know the same thing; how does a teenage boy become pregnant? Governmental testing, news vans parked on his lawn, an apathetic boyfriend, and morning sickness seem to all become overwhelming and Brendon only has one person he can turn to; his best friend, Ryan Ross. But what happens when Ryan's older adoptive brother, Pete Wentz, comes into the picture? Can he help save Brendon, and in more ways than one?
Disclaimer: Total fiction; I don't own ANY of the characters herein, nor have I ever met them (in real life) or know them personally.
Beta: Me, myself and I, comingofthelord
Author('s) Note(s): Unlike the last story, this one has shorter chapters, but more installments. But other than that, don't like? Don't read, simple, if the themes contained herein are offensive to you. That said, I hope you -- to whom it may concern -- enjoy (it)!
Character List/Picspam:
Master Post:
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryan falls over, laughing hysterically. She clutches her stomach, her eyes getting teary as she finds humor in my pain and embarrassment. I knew I shouldn't have told her what happened with Ike, about my "I want to shove my tongue so far down your throat" comment, but she pestered me until I gave in. Now, she's wheezing with the giggles that had erupted from her. Good. I can already hear her "asthma" acting up and narrow my eyes. I shove her away, watching her yelp and tumble to the floor while I huffed and leaned back on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest.
This was not funny.
"I hate you so much," I mutter, glaring at the textured off-white ceiling.
Ryan's head pops up over the side of the bed, watching me from her new position on the floor, giggles now at least somewhat stifled. "This is hilarious," She says. I simply harden my expression, still shooting death glares at the ceiling, willing it to fall and hit Ryan on the head. Ryan just climbs up onto the bed next to me, and I watch her carefully. If she laughs one more time, I'm pushing her ass back on the floor.
She pulls her legs under her and looks at me, bouncing a little, her infamous poker face now in place. "So what are you gonna do?"
I sigh. "Avoid Ike like he's contracted the Black Plague. I sure hope I will never have to see him again. Ever." Okay, so maybe I was overreacting a little. I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever; we still had one more year of high school left together after this, and this was a small school. Ryan knew that, too.
She simply rolls her eyes. "I think you should talk to him."
It's my turn to laugh but, unlike Ryan's whimsical giggles, mine is short and humorless. "I tried to talk to him today and look at how that turned out." I flinch at the memory as it comes to mind again. I push the thought away and groan. I bring both of my hands up, rubbing my eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden. What time is it, anyway? I move my gaze to the left, trying to see the alarm clock set up on Ryan's nightstand, but my eyes land on her instead. She watches her hands thoughtfully, bottom lip sucked in between her pearly-white teeth. I cock an eyebrow.
"What's on your mind, Ry?" I ask.
She looks up, surprised, like she forgot that I was even there. She opens her mouth slightly before closing it again and shaking her head. "Nothing."
"Liar," I accuse easily. I prop myself up on one elbow and poke her in the side. "Come on... talk to Brendon."
Ryan rolls her eyes, but refuses to look at me. I wait silently for her to speak. Finally, she sighs and her honey-colored eyes meet mine. "I heard people talking in the hall today," she says, and then stops. I know there's more, so I again wait. Her eyes drop to the gray sheet beneath us and the rest comes out in a rush. "Stevie's having a party this weekend and Ike's going as her date."
I don't respond. I don't feel like I can. It feels like my heart just sank like the Titanic, and Ryan's words were the iceberg. She glances up at me and I force myself to swallow, knowing I need to say something. "Oh..." Yep. Great job, Brendon; that sounded intelligent. But that was the only response I could muster as the pressure in my chest made it hard to breathe.
I should have seen this coming. In all honesty, I did see this coming. I should've just accepted it. I knew that Stevie was also popular and gorgeous and nice and soon enough Ike would be wrapped around her little finger. I knew that I would never have a chance with Ike but... fuck, it hurt like hell finally knowing that Stevie had won him over. And I was here, biting my lip and trying not to think about what was bound to happen between them at the party this weekend.
"You okay?" Ryan asks, her voice surprisingly soft.
I look up at her, but seeing the sympathy in her eyes doesn't make me feel any better. I'm not usually someone that accepts sympathy; shit happens, and you take it and someone saying "I'm sorry" for something that was completely out of their control was pointless. I absently scratch my arm, now avoiding Ryan's empathetic gaze as I stand up. "I'm fine," I lie. "It's getting late; I should probably get home." Ryan nods sadly. "I'm fine," I repeat, this time meeting her curious gaze, before dropping it and making my way to his bedroom door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I push the door open, moving into the hallway. My gaze is still fixated on the floor, which is why I don't see Pete until I run into him. Hard. My body, although about the same size as his, is knocked backwards from the force and I trip over my own feet. I think I'm going down for sure, but Pete's arms reach out just in time, catching me and pulling me to a stable standing position. He makes sure I'm not going to topple over again before averting his gaze and letting me go. "Sorry," he mumbles, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his over-sized hoodie, covered in bat hearts.
I shake my head, knowing very well it was my fault, not his. "It's fine," I say, hearing my own voice crack. Oh, crap... I hope that Pete didn't hear me, but of course I had no such luck. His hazel eyes immediately meet my own, his brows creasing together in a mixture of confusion and what looks like concern.
"Are you crying, Brendon?" he asks. Yeah, that's definitely concern in his voice. Damn these sympathetic people!
I quickly shake my head, but I feel the tears already stinging in my eyes. "No, of course not," I say. My gaze drops to the ground and I mentally curse my own feelings for betraying me like this. "I gotta go."
Without another word, and without waiting for a response, I slip past him toward the stairs. I make my way through the quiet house without running into Dale or Pete Sr., his parents, thankfully. But as soon as I shut the front door behind me, letting the cool air hit my face in the fading sunlight, I feel the tears come pouring out.