You'll Survive (John x Mpreg!Dave) AU

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to protect him. You were supposed to be there for him. You promised you wouldn’t hurt him.

You leaned against your door, slumping against it and falling to the floor. Your father stood in the living room, talking to none other than Bro Strider. A disappointed look on your father’s face, how could you ever explain this to him?

Well, the cat’s out of the bag. He knows. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands. How could you do this to him? The one person who trusted you.

Dave loved you. And you did THIS to him? How could you ever face him again? What you had done, was something you promised him you wouldn’t do.

Dave, your best friend, was now carrying a child. YOUR child. You couldn’t wrap your head around that. However the hell it happened didn’t matter. It was done. You couldn’t erase what had happened.

Slowly, you brought yourself up to your feet and opened the door cautiously. Walking down the stairs to the living room, where your father had just hung up the phone.

“Son, I’m very disappointed in you.” Was all he said to you before walking into the kitchen. Probably to make more damn cakes.

“I know dad,” you said softly.

“Dave wants to see you.” He told you. You perked up.

“Really?” You asked almost excitedly. So maybe Dave wasn’t mad at you? You said thanks to your dad and raced out the door for your best friend’s house.

[S] John: Be Dave ===>

You sighed as you sat on the couch, watching tv. Your legs pulled up to your chest, or however close they could get to it now. Your bro had just broke the news to Mr.Egbert.

“The offer to tear Egbert a new one still stands.” Your bro said, walking in front of the tv and sitting down beside you. You shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not mad at him.” You told him.

“I mean, after what he did to you…” Bro trailed off. You pushed him away as he leaned towards you.

“Shut up, this is nothing.” You mumbled. He chuckled and pulled you to your feet. “What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled. Bro picked you up bridal style and began walking up the stairs.

“Egbert’s coming over. I want to personalize your outfit.” Bro told you. Your face red. John was the last person you wanted to see right now. “You can’t be wearing the same clothes everyday.”

“Yes I fucking can.” You grumbled. He just grunted, placing you on your bed and opening your small closet. As he rooted around your clothes, you placed your hand on your stomach. Damn, what was this, like your 4th month now? You looked like you had drunk 2 gallons of water. How the fuck was you supposed to hide this from everyone now? I mean, you did barely get out of the house as it was, but still.

“Here lil man,” Bro threw a shirt towards you. Oh, it’s an oversized shirt you had borrowed from John a few months ago. Looking at yourself now though, it might not even fit. The shirt you had on now was Bro’s.

“Dave?” John was here already?! You began to panic, until Bro opened the door.

“I’ll keep him down there for a few minutes. Just stay up here and I’ll send him up.” Bro told you. God, when push came to shove, it’s nice to have someone on your side.

You sat up and slipped your shirt off. Quickly putting the shirt on, you slipped into the bedsheets, covering yourself up.

[S] Dave: Be the clueless teenage dad ===>

“Ayyy Egbert. Long time no see.” Dave’s Bro came walking down the stairs. Your face went red and you began to fiddle with your fingers.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You looked up towards the stairs. “Is Dave here?” You asked. He was the one you wanted to see at the moment.

“Yep, he’s here. Can I get you a drink?” Bro asked, walking into the kitchen and motioning you to follow him. Damn it, you didn’t want drinks! You wanted to see Dave. But nonetheless you followed him into the small kitchen.

“Coke or Pepsi?” He asked. You smiled.

“What’s the difference?” You asked. He smirked and tossed you a coke.

“Up top lil man.” And with that, you high-fived Bro Strider. You drank a few gulps of the coke before setting it on the counter and smiling shyly at Bro. He pointed towards the stairs.

“Go ahead Egbert. He’s waiting for ya.” Bro told you. You practically flew up the stairs and walked down the hall until you found Dave’s room.

[S] John: Be the scared boy ===>

These bedsheets stunk. If you knew any better, you’d at least poke your head out. But no, you stayed hidden. Just until John arrives, you tell yourself. Just until John arrives.

“Dave?” Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. You mumbled a hey, which John probably didn’t hear. He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Listen Dave, I know you’re mad at me, and I don’t blame you. After what I did to you, if I was you I wouldn’t forgive me. I’m sorry Dave, and I’ll be here for you the whole way.” John confessed. You finally decided to pop your head out of the bedsheets and looked at him, flipping onto your back.

“Dude, I’m not mad at you.” You told him. He looked at you with a shocked expression. “I’m just freaking the fuck out here. Like damn, we need to be on a new episode of 16 and Pregnant. Hot damn we’ll call them like ‘Hey we need to be on the show’ and they’ll be like ‘what for?’ and then you’ll take the phone and say  ‘I knocked up my best friend and now we’re having a kid together.’ They’d probably hang up on you but whatever. It’d be a shot.” There you were, rambling on. John’s face lit up at that speech and he giggled. God did you love that giggle.

“Aw Dave, I’m so happy you don’t hate me! And I know how you feel, this is so surreal.” He laid beside you atop the bedsheets. You pulled the bedsheets off of yourself and laid down atop them beside John, both of you on your backs. He gaped at you.

“Yeah dude I know. ‘Hot damn Dave, gaining some extra pounds lately?’ Yep, totally am. It’s totally not a child or anything like that. That’s crazy.” You were smiling now, watching John as he laughed. God did you love this boy.

“Okay Dave I get it.” He chuckled. “But on a more serious note,” you looked at him and he diverted his eyes away from you. “Is this hurting you at all?” You coughed, then propped yourself up with your elbows.

“Naw, it doesn’t hurt at all.” You told him. “Sure, the little bastard likes to move around a lot, but that’s it.” You explained. He sat up and pulled his legs close to his chest.

“Like, right now?” He asked. You nodded. “Um…” His face went red and his eyes began to flicker from you to the bed to your stomach then back to you.

“God damn it dude, just give me your hand.” He held his hand out to you. You took it and placed it on the top of your stomach. You waited a few moments, and then, a light feeling, like a small dog’s paw tapping, hit his hand.

His eyes went wide, and he looked at you smiling. You gave him a small smile.

“I...I can’t believe this is actually happening, you know Dave?” John told you. “I feel like this is all a dream,” You nodded as he removed his hand from your stomach.

“So when are you due?” He suddenly asked. You sat up the rest of the way and leaned against the wall.

“What month is it again?” You joked. John grunted and punched you on the arm playfully. “Alright alright, it’s December, so I’d probably have to say about...May? April or May probably?” John’s face paled, you caught it. “Woah dude, it’s fine. There’s still some time!”

“I...I know, it’s just....You’re already 4 months along?” John asked. Slowly, you nodded.

“Yeah dude. 18 weeks.” You was cut short by Bro opening the door.

“Yo I’m heading out for a little bit. Don’t mess with the smuppets and don’t go in my room, got it?” He smirked at you both. “I’d say use protection but it’s a little bit too late for that, isn’t it?” Before you could respond, he closed the door and you could hear him stomping down the stairs in a hurry.

John was silent for a minute, before pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back to his chest.

“I love you Dave. I love you so much.” He whispered, burying his head in your shoulder.