Multi-fandom Imagines/Scenarios

Tim Shepard (The Outsiders)

Requested by: FrypansGirl

Added a little something to it to make it more angsty

Reader has a female body; still using non gendered pronouns

You smiled at the two lines on the test as you sat on the toilet. You were pregnant. You couldn't wait to tell Tim. He'd be so overjoyed. You just knew it. He'd always talked about having a kid with you. You'd thought you wouldn't be able to. But this test proved you wrong.

You rushed out of the bathroom and dialed Tim's work number, bouncing up and down on your toes happily.

He didn't pick up. You tried again. He could be busy with something. Usually he answered by the third time you called. You started on the third try. Still nothing.

Five times you called. He never picked up. You knew he'd be over his work. Probably doing something important. You decided it was best to tell him later instead of continuously calling his work.

You'd wait until he got home. Then you'd spring the news on him. He'd be so happy with you. A kid. Of his own.

Hours past when he usually got home, he opened the door. You ran to greet him, excited to tell him about the test. But something was off in his demeanor.

His shoulders were slumped, his belt was gone, scratches were all over his arms, and his hair was ruffled up.

"Tim! What happened? Did you get attacked by a animal or something?" You laughed at the last part, finding yourself quite funny.

He looked up at you, a face full of guilt and shame. He forced a smile. "Or something."

"I have the best news for you then! It'll be sure to cheer you up! Come sit down!"

You dragged him over into the living room and made him sit down on the couch.

"Stay right here! I just gotta grab something from the bathroom!"

He laid back on the couch, thinking over the events of his day. He knew he shouldn't have done what he did. How could he ever do that to someone like you? And you were so oblivious. So happy.

You rushed back out of the bathroom and presented him with something, a wide smile on your face. You waited until he registered what it was and what it meant.

He didn't quite have the reaction you expected. Instead of crying out with joy, and jumping from the couch and hugging you, he sat there and buried his face in his hands. He was crying, but you positive it wasn't from joy.

You felt the excitement within you disappear. He wasn't happy with you? This is what you thought he wanted.

You sat down next to him and wrapped and arm around his shaking shoulders.

"Tim? What's wrong honey?"

He shoved your arm off of him and looked up.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said to you.

"Why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong."

"Yes, I have. I did something terrible."

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is. Just tell me. I promise I won't be mad or upset with you."

"Please don't promise. You will be."

"Okay. Fine. I don't promise. What is it?"

He almost couldn't get it out. He wouldn't be able to bear the look on your face. But finally the words escaped him.

"I thought it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant. It's wrong, but I wanted a child. I found a woman. She... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. But I wanted a child. I thought you couldn't give me one."

He watched as your facial expression shifted from concern to anger when you figured out what he meant by that.

You backed up off the couch and away from him, holding your hand over your mouth. You were sickened that he would do such a thing.

"I had no idea that you were pregnant. I'm sorry- I wouldn't have if I knew-"

Your back touched the wall and you slid down to the ground. How could he? You thought he loved you. It didn't matter if he thought you couldn't have a kid. You should have been enough for him anyway.

The bastard had cheated. Been with another woman. You were furious and stricken with sadness all at the same time.

All those "I love you"s you had exchanged, did they mean nothing? He had betrayed you in the worst possible way you could think off.

He started to walk towards you, try and comfort you. You wouldn't have it.

You picked up a slipper and threw it at him.

"HOW COULD YOU!" You exploded. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE! LEAVE! GO!"

You threw the other slipper at him as he ran out of the house.

You remained sitting there on the floor. You held your stomach with both arms wrapped around it and thought about you and your child's future.

Cheating, for you, was unforgivable. He'd never be welcomed back. He could go off with that hoe he cheated with. You would raise this baby alone. Being a single parent would be better than being with a cheater.

You couldn't find the strength to lay in your bed that night. The same he had laid in with you. So you slept on the floor.

In the next few weeks, you burnt everything he had owned in that house. You got rid of the mattress too. Your new one was only made for one. You found you liked that better. Much better.

That asshole would try to come back. You knew it. But you wouldn't ever let him have a life with your child. Never.