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It had been 3 weeks since his last contact with Itrapped, it didn't help that 007n7 has been feeling extra irritated and emotional these days, snapping at the smallest inconveniences despite how much he tries to control and restrain his anger and bitterness. At the very least his heart still softened for c00lkidd and he never snapped at such a small fragile infant, he'd taken the initiative to call off sick for a week from work, Chance having allowed it without question especially when he saw how pale and haggardly sick 007n7 looked at the time.
The ex hacker groaned in pain, bending over and curling up even more in the soft comfort of his bed, hugging his stomach as it wrenched and cramped painfully. "Noliiiiiiii." He whined out softly as his eyes caught the glimpse of his partner in crime enter his room with a bowl of soup and what he can only assume are ibuprofen for his cramps. "Dud3, 1 C4n't 3ven l1e. W3 sh0uld r3ally g3t a d0c… y0u l0ok like sh1t." Noli spoke, his voice cracking and glitching out with worry, he was dressed properly, a white button up open back dress shirt, denim flared pants and black shoes, even his local were tied into a neat ponytail not unlike his usual alternative and messy appearance that made him look like a rebel.
"I'm gonna be fine. Besides, aren't you going out on a date with Chance." 007n7 raised an eye brow, a teasing expression of exhaustion in his face, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he elbowed his best friend gently. Noli gave him a deadpan tired expression, "S3ri0usly?" His masked friend sighed sarcastically, rolling their eyes in gentle irritation that didn't hold any true bite to it, "I'm still calling Elliot over. You might die on me and you can't let Coolkidd catch whatever the fuck you have." He informed, fixing his voice box as he propped up the small table in front of 007n7 right on the bed, putting the bowl of warm soup at its surface and the ibuprofen pills and a glass of water. "Yeah Yeaaaah, I get it, I'll behave, I promise and YES you don't have to remind me, I need to take my birth control pills too-" 007n7 waved his hand dismissively, picking up the spoon with his more stable hand and taking a spoonful of the noodle soup, "Good Shit." He nodded approvingly at the taste and gave Noli a quick thumbs up before stuffing more in his mouth.
"Now that I think about it… Doesn't your period usually came at the 12th? It's the 23rd, bro." Noli raised an eye brow, as creepy as it might sound for others that might hear their conversation, the fact that Noli knows 007n7's period cycle was already normal for them, especially since it helped Noli know when to buy Advil, Ice cream or chocolate and sanitary pads without being asked by 007n7. Another example of their strong bond, their habits and routines that surrounded in including both of them, adjusting and knowing everything about each other's interests and dislikes and icks right to the dot.
"Huh, I never noticed that." 007n7 admitted mid bite of his noodles, "… There's 4 sachets of pregnancy tests in the bathroom—" Noli started to speak in his usual concerned tone, but 007n7 quickly threw a pillow at his face and protested in denial, "I'M NOT PREGNANT-!!" He cried out then pinched his temples in distress. He was sure he wasn't pregnant, why would he be? How would he be pregnant if he's been in birth control… When was the last time he took his pills—?
007n7 let that thought linger for a few moments, not noticing how Noli had already said goodbye and left the room to go on his (not so) mysterious date with someone they both already know who. He blinked and looked around, sighing when he heard the door click shut, a sign that Noli had left. It was already late in the night, so he didn't have to worry about the child especially since the kid is such a deep sleeper when someone finally tucks him under the covers.
007n7 finished his soup as fast as he could, the warmth a small ease against the gnawing discomfort in his stomach. He then fumbled for the painkillers, swallowing the pills quickly. "Eugh— I still hate that taste," he winced, a disgusted expression clouding his face as he licked and lapped at his tongue, trying to banish the lingering bitterness of the medicine. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bed, a tired and pained groan escaping his lips. The cramps in his stomach, he noted with a small sense of relief, were at least less painful now.
He shuffled towards the kitchen sink, his movements deliberate and heavy. He decided to wait for Elliot, remembering Noli's words that the pizza boy was coming to help him, especially in his current condition. He placed the dishes gently in the sink, a silent promise to himself that he would clean them tomorrow. But as the thought formed, a sudden wave of nausea swept over him. He keeled over, a hand instinctively clamping over his mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, he bolted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he wretched, throwing up the contents of his stomach.
"Seven? You okay?" Elliot's voice, a soft murmur of concern, sliced through the haze of 007n7's nausea, startling him. Elliot, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, peeked through the narrow crack of the bathroom door, his face a canvas of worry. Before 007n7 could even manage a coherent sound, a fresh wave of sickness overwhelmed him. He keeled over once more, throwing up into the toilet, his body wracked with breathless coughs. "Great Telamon-!" Elliot exclaimed, rushing by his side in an instant, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, a steady hand rubbing gentle circles on 007n7's back. "Sev, you should really go to a doctor.
"Get out for a second… I need to do something," 007n7 rasped, using Elliot's arm as leverage to pull himself upright, leaning heavily against the cool surface of the sink. Elliot remained beside him, the worry in his eyes unwavering, his voice stuttering and sputtering as he spoke. "Are you sure-? You look pale- ACTUALLY! Yeah- Okay- I'm gonna get you some meds— or smth in the kitchen drawers, just hold on." With that, Elliot hurried out, his footsteps echoing in the apartment floor as 007n7 was finally left alone in the bathroom.
007n7's hand slowly reached out to the doorknob, closing it until the latch clicked, his fingers turning the lock sideways as his mind ran in circles about the possibilities. It didn't help that he was already paranoid of everything, every feeble possibility of what might be wrong with him, and then Noli's words landed right square on his head, and he froze. "No. Nononono… I can't be— OH FUCK-" 007n7 quickly swung the medicine shelf open, fumbling around until he found one of the small boxes of the pregnancy tests he bought some time ago just for "in case of emergency" situations and this was totally one of those emergencies.
Fuuuck, Please please please please please please Oh dear Telamon I can't be pregnant, I swear I'll stop terrorizing everyone if you just promise me this test is negative, GODS. PLEASE.
He screamed internally, hesitant to use the test but alas, that was the only way to ease his anxiety…
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Elliot fumbled through the kitchen medicine drawer, a frantic search for anything that might alleviate 007n7's discomfort. "Ibuprofen… What the— are these edibles-??" He sighed, a wave of exasperation washing over him. "I thought they said they don't take these anymore. Jeez, they should at least put this higher in the future."
He carefully picked up the small pack, tucking it away on a higher shelf inside a jar. With a permanent marker, he scrawled "The Edibs" across the label. "That should do it—" Elliot's words were abruptly cut short by a scream from 007n7. He yelped, startled, and jumped, "SEVEN??" He called out frantically, dropping his bag haphazardly on the couch, Elliot bolted towards the hallway in a panic.
There stood 007n7, a pregnancy test clutched in hand, a look of profound distress etched onto their face. Elliot's mind reeled with confusion. Why did 007n7 have a pregnancy test? IS NOLI PREGNANT-?? No, that couldn't be right. Noli was a man, with a dick—he'd seen it. Well, not seen it, but Chance had certainly talked about being bottomed by him, so— 'NONE OF THAT MATTERS!' He forcefully cut off his spiraling thoughts. 007n7's voice, thick with emotion, finally broke the heavy silence. "I'm pregnant," they whispered, a choked gasp escaping their lips.
"MPREG-?!" Elliot's shout ricocheted through the hallway, his face a masterpiece of utter shock, a canvas of disbelief as he grappled with the sheer, impossible audacity of the situation. "Elliot, I truly appreciate the gender affirmation," 007n7 sobbed out, the words thick with unshed tears, "BUT NOT RIGHT NOW, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Tears, fat and glistening, finally betrayed him, pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"You're a man—how on earth are you pregnant-?!" Elliot cried out, his voice cracking with a disbelief so profound it bordered on existential crisis. How was this even possible? Was this even allowed within the sacred, unspoken laws of their anatomical code? His brain, usually so adept at cataloging obscure facts, was buffering and blue screening in utter shock.
The blonde, with a speed born of pure, unadulterated stress, rushed forward. Before Elliot could even stammer out another bewildered syllable, 007n7 delivered a smack so resounding, it echoed the very shock in Elliot's own mind. "BECAUSE I HAVE A UTERUS, ELLIOT! I'M TRANS, YOU ABSOLUTE POTATO!" the ex-hacker explained, his voice tight, willing the salty wetness back into his tear ducts with every fiber of his being.
Elliot, the pizza man, blinked. Once. Twice. A truly magnificent, blank stare plastered across his face. "Oh…" The lightbulb, a notoriously slow burner in moments of high drama, finally flickered on. Realization, a lazy, unhurried beast, finally dawned on him. He genuinely, truly, spectacularly, had forgotten that 007n7 was trans at all. His internal monologue, a chaotic cacophony of panicked thoughts, screeched to a halt. Well, that didn't matter right now—
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Elliot's voice, now a full-blown shriek, finally locked onto the actual, immediate crisis. His eyes, wide as saucers, darted down, landing squarely on the undeniable, infuriatingly positive pregnancy test. "WHO'S THE FATHER?!" he immediately demanded, the question hanging in the air like a poorly thrown dart. And with that, 007n7 went from distraught to positively ghostly. His face, already pale, somehow managed to achieve an even more alarming shade of ashen.
"Oh, good Telamon…" 007n7 choked out, the name a desperate, the prayer-like gasp escaping his lips. The full, horrifying and ludicrous reality of the situation finally flickering into the unforgiving light. "Itrapped. You mean— Chance's… Best Buddy?" Elliot stammered, each word a monumental effort as his brain attempted, valiantly but ultimately fruitlessly, to process the new, utterly confounding piece of information. His mental gears ground to a halt, then spun wildly in reverse, trying to reconcile the dat as he tried to piece together the timeline in his head, fidgeting with his own fingers and gesturing around in silence before 007n7's voice cut through his pause.
"ITRAPPED IS CHANCE'S BEST BUDDY?!" The ex-hacker’s voice ascended to a pitch usually reserved for distressed banshees or cats being unexpectedly startled by a turned on vacuum. He clutched his head, as if trying to physically contain the explosion of absurdity within. "YOU DIDN'T KNOW?!" Elliot retorted, his own voice cracking with a mixture of disbelief and genuine, profound confusion. Both men stood there, frozen in the hallway, looking distraught. The air crackled with a shared, bewildered misery.
"I need a moment." Elliot leaned on the wall, stumbling forward and crouching to the floor in absolute shaken disbelief, "YOU need a moment? Im the one I found out IS PREGNANT." He sobbed out, and in the moment of spite he used Elliot's crouching figure to use his back as a chair. "ACK—" Elliot yelped, not expecting 007n7's sudden action of sitting on him of all people, "OH COME ON! YOU'RE HEAVY, GET OFF OF ME!" Elliot complained, whining, but the Ex Hacker didn't want to get off, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers in his skin, still staring at the pregnancy test in panic.
"Should I- Should I get an abortion??" 007n7 sputtered out, hesitation and panic weighing on his very being, "Maybe- MAYBE TELL ITRAPPED FIRST—? I don't know, your body your choice I don't give a DaAAA—" Elliot scoffed out but falling forward on himself with the weight of 007n7 on his crouched back, both tumbling down on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. 007n7 huffed, sitting up from the floor, staring at Elliot still laid still and face flat in front of him.
"Tell Itrapped What?" The door creaked open, Noli and Chance stood by the doorway, the masked man's eyebrow raising in a complex and confused expression, trying to assess the situation in front of him. His eyes landed on the pregnancy test on 007n7's hands, eyes widening in realization, his voice speaking up his thoughts without hesitation and restraint.
"I KNEW IT."
Noli paused, piecing together the words with Chance behind him mouth already hung open with shock.
"WAIT A SECOND— ITRAPPED'S THE DAD?!