dnf smut & oneshots

☆ our perfect accident

words: 2592
description: ftm george is late for his period and finds out he's pregnant
warnings: gender dysphoria, pregnancy, s/h, mention of su1cid3 attempt, mention of r@pe

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george's pov:

"clay, can you get me a heat pack, my stomach hurts still." i'd been curled up in bed the last few days, my stomach has been hurting so fucking bad and i've vomited every time i get out of bed. dream walks back into the bedroom and lifts up the blankets, placing the heat pack on my stomach. as he lifts up my shirt, he frowns a little bit.

"george, why are you wearing your binder? it's gonna push down on your ribs and make your stomach hurt worse," i lean forward slowly, trying to hold back from vomiting as he unclips it and slips it off. "good boy." he presses a soft kiss to my forehead before walking back over to his desk where he was before i asked for a heat pack. "just let me know if you need anything else, alright?"

i sat myself up in bed, opening my phone and going onto google, maybe good old dr. google can help, or tell me i have cancer like normal. i frantically type into the search bar, looking up my symptoms.

'stomach pain'
'vomiting'
'headache'
'period cramps with no period'

as i type in the last one, i quickly switch over to my cycle tracking app, my thoughts racing. my periods are very regular but i can't remember when i had my last one. as i scroll through the dates, my heart sinks into my stomach.

'period due 8 days ago'

what the fuck? i add late period into the google search bar, clicking search. my heart begins to race and i can almost feel the colour draining from my face.

'how to prepare for a new arrival'
'best apps for pregnancy tracking'
'midwives in your area'
'best cures for morning sickness'

no, no, no, no, no, no.

i head over to snapchat, immediately clicking on karl's name before typing out a message along with a screenshot of my symptoms and my period tracker.

me:
karl help, i've been feeling sick for like over a week now, i looked up my symptoms and what the fuck

nicks bitch:
holy fuck george, congrats?

me:
this isn't something to be excited about karl, it all makes fucking sense, my nausea, cramps, late period. fucking hell i knew i should've gotten clay to wear a condom.

nicks bitch:
he didn't wear a condom?!?! um, fuck. do you want me to run to the store and get you a test? i don't know which one to get there's too fucking many.

me:
clay is home, i don't want him to see me taking a test, that'll make me feel like a fucking slutty teenage girl. i'm meant to be his fucking boyfriend karl, not his girlfriend.

nicks bitch:
george, just because you have female parts and stuff doesn't make you a girl, you're still his boyfriend. what if i get him to come see nick and then i can come over and be with you?

me:
that might be a good idea, thank you <3

nicks bitch:
no worries, i'll be over in 10 with a test and snacks <3

i put my phone down and try to stop myself from crying and vomiting. i hear a notification come from dreams phone, he looks at it before getting up and coming over to me.