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luveline · 9 months

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𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

things aren't the way you planned coming home with your newborn, but you have eddie there to lean on when things get hard (and an unlimited supply of 'munson-style' hugs). requested here. infatuated dad!eddie x mom!reader, 3k.

cw post partum recovery, reader is suffering from some symptoms of post partum depression

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"You're sure you can manage?" Wayne asks, his voice buzzing down the line.

Eddie peers out of the kitchen into the living room quietly. You're sitting on the sofa in a shape that can't be comfortable considering your recent stitches, the baby on your thighs where you've brought them together, your hands delicately posed on either side of his head.

"I think so," Eddie says, answering Wayne's questions with honesty. "She's feeling a little better today."

"It's hard, Eds. You take care of her and call me if you need help, okay? I'm proud of you. Both of you."

It catches Eddie off guard for a moment. He's done enough crying lately, clearing his throat to say, "Thanks, Wayne. Call me tomorrow."

"You call me, I don't wanna wake anyone if you're sleeping."

They say their goodbyes. Eddie leans against the kitchen doorway to spy on you and the baby. Babies cry more than he ever could've imagined despite the warnings, but it's quiet, too. There are moments of peacefulness like this one breaking apart the chaos.

You're whispering something. Eddie stands very still, wishing the dishwasher would magically silence itself. He strains to hear you.

"I love you," you say. "Sorry I'm tired, honey. I promise I'll be better. You're so beautiful."

Eddie bites his cheeks, wondering if his family (his family!) aim to make him cry and little else tonight. He gives himself a look in the mirror magnet on the fridge framed by a We Love Michigan border, rainbows and cute elk surrounding something less pretty. His hair is frizzy but that's nothing new, greasy at the top and dry at the bottom. He scrapes it back into a scrappy bun and wipes the oil from his face with his sleeves. He's in dire need of a shower.

Resigned, he steps out of the kitchen, new socks slippery on old linoleum before finding stability on the crush of carpet in need of a vacuuming in the living room. You look up and bless him with a smile.

You've had a bad case of the baby blues, though the midwife assured him that was normal, and not to worry unless it continued past the first few weeks.

Well, Eddie will worry. Any depression you experience breaks his heart, no matter the cause, and no matter how temporary it may be. Just 'cos a cut might heal doesn't mean it didn't hurt when you got it.

"How do you feel?" he asks cautiously.

You make a face that he knows precedes a lie. "Don't worry about me."

He sits on the arm to look down at the baby —his baby, his son— in your hold, your face moving immediately to rest on his thigh.

"I'm okay, teddy," you say.

"How about you?" he asks the baby, taking his hand gently.

The baby doesn't open his eyes nor answer the question, well and truly asleep.

"Do you think Charlie was the right name?" you ask, stroking his small face lightly.

"If we hate it, we can just call him Wayne."

Eddie's out of this world lucky that you'd liked the name and loved him enough to name the baby after his uncle. Charlie Wayne Munson, born six pounds and two ounces, the smallest baby they saw all week in Hawkins General.

"He looks more like a Wayne than a Charlie," you say, rubbing your cheek into Eddie's sweatpants.

"He's so fucking beautiful," Eddie says, getting his hand behind your shoulders. He gives your back a loving rub, up and down the whole stiff length of it. "Would you relax? Or tell me what's wrong? Please?"

"Nothing's wrong… Look how perfect he is, I'd be a freak to act like something was wrong," you say, the exhale of your words warming his leg.

Eddie rubs his hand up with a tad more roughness until the cinch between your shoulders has flattened.

"You're having a biological reaction," Eddie says, leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head. "Don't feel bad about feeling bad, sweetheart. This is a physical thing, that's all it is. You're not a freak for feeling wobbly."

You relax even more, pad of your thumb swiping Charlie's smooth cheek.

"Want me to make you feel better?" he asks.

"How?"

"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking we'd make a list. Starting with a hug, quickly followed by something amazing to eat before Wayne wakes up."

"Charlie," you correct with a small laugh.

"Is there a nickname for Charlie?" Eddie asks. "What are we gonna call him? Lee?"

"We'll think of something," you promise.

Eddie isn't worried about it. He figures there's at least five years of nickname time to get one that sticks. For now, he has a list to make and things to do, and the first is making sure you're as well as you can be. He starts with the hug, pulling what you want for dinner from you one soft kiss to your temple at a time. Chicken pot pie? Ramen noodles with a fried egg on top? Sesame chicken? Triple cheeseburgers?

You can't decide. Eddie chooses breakfast for dinner. It won't take long —he can fry the sausage, eggs, turkey bacon and toast in one pan.

He keeps the door open to watch you, though nothing is actively wrong. You're deflated now rather than tense, petting and fawning over the baby as much as you can without waking him up.

"Just as handsome as your dad," you say.

It's a lovely sentiment but Charlie does not approve. He blinks awake, signified by your saccharine, "Hi, baby boy," followed by ten seconds of awe-filled cooing. Eddie's frying some bread in the pan but dinner can wait, he wants to see the baby with his eyes open again.

By the time Eddie reaches the couch, he's crying.

You move him carefully into a rock-a-bye hold and shush him. "It's alright," you say.

"He sounds like you."

"What?" you ask between shushes, hand tapping a slow and gentle rhythm into Charlie's swaddle.

"He sounds like you when he cries," Eddie insists.

Not your pained screams a few days ago nor your heart wrenching tears when you're feeling at your worst, but your hormonal sobbing. Like when you saw the commercial about the new 'shoplifters exposed' program on CBS that featured an old lady who stole a tangerine from the grocery store and got arrested despite her having alzheimers. She didn't mean to, Eddie, why would they make her cry like that? In fairness, it was a very upsetting commercial, but you cried for four hours, and for days afterward your eyes would well with tears and he'd know exactly what you were thinking of.

"When you're on your period," he explains. "When you know you wouldn't usually cry."

"You think so?" you ask.

"I think the solution is the same, too."

You nod your agreement. "He's hungry."

You and Eddie feed the baby with varying levels of success. Charlie doesn't wanna latch even though it's a bottle teat, causing some confusion —is he not hungry? Is he cold? No, sweetheart, he's not cold, he's got two blankets and the thermostat's at 68 Fahrenheit. Maybe he needs a new diaper? You check. His diaper's clean.

You're looking more and more defeated by the second. Eddie sits beside you to give your knee a reassuring squeeze. Babies are hard to look after, but he knows you'll both grow into it. You're exhausted from nine long months and a turbulent half day stint of pushing and crying and turning the bones in his hands into powder, your hormones are going crazy, and you're having a tough time. This won't be your forever feeling (though if it were to last, Eddie would stay at your side through that, too, that's not a question).

"You know what else works when you're not feeling good?" Eddie asks, offering his arms. He isn't some muscled herculean shape, but when you hand Charlie over, his arms look strong. Capable. Holding Charlie feels just as perfect as holding you. "A Munson-style cuddle," he finishes, trying to speak to his wailing son in that same bubbly parentese you've started talking in.

Eddie did a lot of talking to your bump while you were pregnant, but he was usually just trying to make you laugh. There were times where he'd lay with his nose against your hip and his arm under the bump, wondering about moments like this. What was the baby going to look like? What colour would his eyes be? What will it feel like to hold the baby in his arms?

Charlie feels lighter than Eddie first prophesied. Small. He has eyes like yours rather than eyes like his and he couldn't love it more.

Eddie takes the bottle when you offer it and sandwiches the baby to his chest. He doesn't want to condescend you, doesn't want to shoo you off, but Charlie's crying around the bottle and you look veritably miserably.

"Do you wanna go and make sure the food isn't on the turn?" he asks. When he realised the baby wasn't going to go down easy again he put your plates on a baking sheet and put the oven on low to keep it warm.

You hesitate. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I think so, sweetheart. We're barely a room away, alright?"

He's called you sweetheart more since the birth of your son than ever before, which is insane; Eddie's called you sweetheart likely twice a day since the day you met. That's a whole lot of sweethearts.

With the baby's changing mood comes a change in the weather. Eddie pats his little back, a quiet thump thump thump, while rain lashes the closed windows. The baby finally decides he's hungry, and the mood turns from frenetic to ambient almost immediately.

"You make sure you eat if you're hungry!" Eddie calls to you.

"Are you sure?"

"I think…" He drifts off, distracted by Charlie's long eyelashes, the way they skim under his eyes and the tiny noises he makes as he suckles. "Aw, baby," he murmurs, "good job. I knew you were hungry. You sounded just like your mom." He can't help grinning. Eddie is really talking to his kid right now, his real life baby. "You made her super emotional, but you're her whole world now. You're mine, too, obviously, but I'm cooler than this." He sighs. "No. I'm not. This is the coolest thing ever."

"What do you think?" you ask softly.

Eddie looks up. You're standing at the door, staring at them like they're made of sparkling diamond, every inch precious.

"Right. I think that we're gonna have to start eating when we can. Wayne never had a baby, but he said I was bad enough as a teenager, and Steve said he's lucky if he gets to eat a hot meal some days."

"Steve does have three," you say, frowning. "We really can't eat together anymore?"

You ask like you're less bothered than you are. Like a gimmicky Oh, man. Eddie knows it hides a real worry, and right now he's trying to give you the world on a silver platter, so he dots a little kiss on Charlie's head and says warmly into his skin, "No, that's not true. You're going to be such a good kid, me and mom will be eating together all the time. Isn't that right?"

Eddie looks at you with his head still tilted down. "I wanna eat together, okay? Everything's changing, but dinner doesn't have to. I just wanted you to eat 'cos you left half of your waffles at breakfast."

"I can wait."

"Then let's wait. You wanna come and hold him?"

"No, he's settled. I don't wanna mess it up again."

"You didn't," Eddie says, firm and sweet at once. "Sweetheart, come here. You didn't mess up, okay? I'm serious, come and sit with me."

You hesitate in the way. You're still unsteady on your feet despite the few days you've had to recuperate. Though your hair is cleaner than his it certainly isn't clean, nor are the clothes you've pulled on. Eddie read up and asked around on what would be comfiest for you, debating nightgowns and silk pyjamas at length, but all you've wanted to wear is a hoodie you've had since you were a teenager and a pair of sweatpants with fraying cuffs. He loves it —you look like an adorable dork.

Your stomach visibly churns. Eddie thinks you might chuck up, is already pulling the baby to his chest to place in the bassinet when you take a short, quiet gasp for air.

"Sorry, I don't know why I feel so on and off. I know it's just hormones. I promise I feel happy– I feel happy–" You gesture an open palm toward him. "He's gorgeous, Eds, he's everything I wanted and so much more, I just– I just feel like crying and I don't know why," you confess, blinking to suppress tears, shifting your weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.

Eddie detests seeing you this uneasy, and he swoops in to correct it.

"Come here," he says again, no hands free to hold out to you. He hopes his voice is inviting enough.

You shrink into yourself. "I'm being weird."

"I like when you're weird. I kind of love it. I don't think we'd be in the mess if I didn't love it."

"It's a mess?" you ask.

"It's perfect."

You finally smile, creeping around the bassinet and the needlessly baby proofed coffee table to sit on the edge of the couch with him. Charlie makes a sound in the back of his throat.

"Hear that? He knows you're here," Eddie murmurs, making room for you hopefully.

You sidle up to his thigh and lean on his arm, careful not to knock his elbow. You watch Charlie drink his bottle for as long as there's milk left, two ounces knocked back like it's nothing.

Eddie eases the teat from Charlie's lips carefully. With care but a clumsy imprecise manoeuvre, he lays Charlie down in the bassinet. He has a lot of hair for such a small baby, enough to stroke back from his forehead, soft under Eddie's fingertips.

"He's really, really beautiful," Eddie says quietly.

"I know," you say, an anxious hand on your cheek. "I can't believe something as good as him could come from someone like me."

Eddie stands between your legs, resting a loving hand at the slope of your shoulder. "Why would you ever think something like that?" he asks, his voice as soft as it's ever been, but with a smile in case you don't want to talk about it any more.

"He's… I'm just not…"

Eddie gives you time. You've needed it ever since you went into labour, time to piece things together.

"I really thought I was ready," you say, looking up at him with a pinch between your eyebrows.

He brings his hand up to cup your face. You don't lean into it. "Alright, I'm going to talk for a little while, 'n' I know you won't agree with everything I'm saying but I need you to know that this is how I really feel, yeah? Buckle up." Eddie bends down, unafraid of embarrassing himself because it's you. "I know you think these feelings are your fault… that this is some failing, like you're–" He drops his voice to a whisper, "Like you're being a bad mom already, but it's not the truth."

You startle at being read so easily. "Eds," you mumble.

"We knew this might be how you felt afterward, the midwife talked and talked about baby blues and you said–"

"I said I couldn't understand how I'd ever feel sad once he was born," you say, looking at his neck rather than his face.

"And that's fine, you know? You're not a bad person for thinking it would be perfect and then changing your mind."

"But he is perfect," you say.

Eddie rubs your cheek. "He's perfect, but this is hard. Being a new mom with your stitches and your aching tummy and all the gross fluids–"

You laugh through a groan, pressing your eye into his hand.

He leaps to keep it going. "This isn't how you expected to feel, but that's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Cry if you feel like crying and don't feel fucking guilty about it, this sucks. You had to do the world's most tumultuous campaign for the last nine months and suddenly you're standing at the start of a new one that takes up, like, a gazillion pages with half health and an equally useless companion."

Your lips press into a thin line, but your eyes are soft and bright despite their obvious fatigue. You bracelet his wrist with your fingers and push his hand further into your cheek.

"My dork," you murmur.

"You understand it, don't you? Makes you an even bigger dork."

You nudge your nose into his palm. "I understand. Thank you, honey."

Eddie's not done. "You said you don't know how something good like him could come from someone like you? I don't think bad was a possibility."

Your second thank you is better. The first wasn't inauthentic, but this one sounds as though you genuinely believe him. Eddie bows down into a crouch to wrap his arms around you, the majority of his weight on your shoulders and avoiding your sore lower region, and the entirety of his love pressed to your cheek, a long, mindless kiss.

"I love you," you say.

Eddie tucks his head against yours, ignoring his protesting knees. "I love you, too."

Your food turns to dry mulch by the time you remember it in the oven. You're too distracted by Eddie's hug, his offering for a shoulder massage, and the subsequent second hug that ensues, your back to his chest, dozing in the sanctuary of his arms. Munson-style cuddles are his expertise.

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thank you for reading!

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megalony · 2 months

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Eddie Diaz (911) Masterlist

So it turns out there's a limit to how many links you can add it into a single post. So my old 911 masterlist is now the Evan Buckley masterlist, and this is a separate one for Eddie.

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Eddie Diaz:

Family

You Look Happy

I Kept Calling

Melting Away

Father’s Day

Is It Bad?

No Interruptions

That’s My Wife

Let Him Burn

You Invited Everyone?

He Choked

C-section

Disgrace

Don't You Dare

Annual Party

Overload

Seaside Charades

He's Safe

No School

So Much Better

They're Joined

Rumbled

Taught a Lesson

Evening Trips

They Needed Help

I'm Right Here

I Promise

Mended Hearts

Christmas Revelations

No Rhythm

Stay With Me

Late Night Fights

Get My Husband

She's My Daughter

Thank Me Later

Did I Fall?

You've Been Hurt

Don't Tease

Bedroom Talk- Masterlist

Unexpected Surprise

Take It Easy

Medic Mode

Ballet Dancer

Saving Grace Part 2

My Little Man

He's Not One Of Us

Touch-Starved

My Warning

A Special Guest

I'll Deal With Him

Prepare For A Storm

All These Kids

Severe Reaction

Make It Stop Part 2

Be Our Midwife

On Sick Leave

Attacked

You'll See Him Soon

Eddie x Reader x Evan:

Bittersweet

We Love Him

Pretty Please

My Boys

She's Going Down

Light Duties

Disciplinary Action

Worth The Wait Part 2

Brave Girl

Doctor Diaz

Model Patients

Who Do You Think I Am

Get Her Out Part 2

Home Invasion Part 2

Look After You- Masterlist

You'll Be Safe Here- Masterlist

Holiday! Imagines:

Get Your Sea Legs Part 2

Flight Plan

Poorly Baby

#eddie diaz x reader #imagine #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie x buck #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy #eddie diaz #bobby nash #911 fox

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deathbecomesthem · 4 months

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You, Me, and Baby Make Three, Pt. 1

Pregnant!Reader x Partner!Eddie Munson | 3.9K

Summary: You and Eddie are at the end of your first pregnancy. Things take an unexpected turn. This story starts on day -3 to birth and will go through ~day 42 postpartum. It will be a realistic portrayal of first time parenthood.

Warnings: Pregnancy, blood, childbirth, pregnancy complications, gross body things that come along with childbirth and parenthood, financial insecurity, medical trauma, and all of the wonderful and terrible feelings that are a part of having a child. The good, the bad, and the very ugly. This story will have smut in the end. I'm only telling you this because I know that information sometimes means a person will otherwise not bother with a story. I should warn you, though - it will be an accurate portrayal of postpartum sex.

A/N: This is largely based on my own experiences as pregnant person and new parent. I'm writing and publishing this story without a whole lot of tidying of the story. It is what it is, and I'm very ok with that. Don't read this if you think it will trigger you in any way.

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Day -3 to 0

You can almost reach it. You got down on your hands and knees in front of the large stainless steel refrigerator before you really thought about it. It was just a small thing, reaching under the behemoth cooling machine to get the errant bagel that fell off the baking tray. You’ve done it, or something close to it, hundreds of times before. Except this time, you can’t lay flat on your belly to reach under and grab at it with the tips of your fingers. You’re wondering if you’re even going to be able to get up off the tile at this moment.

“What the fuck are you doing?” An annoyed voice asks. You can’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed, only relieved that someone is here to help you up. “Whatever’s down there can stay there. Don’t need you going into labor over a danish.”

“A bagel,” you answer back. You reach your hands out and let Beth, the opening barista, help you to your feet. “I didn’t think about it. I know, it’s stupid.”

“Well, I’ll leave a note at the baking station. ‘You’re super pregnant, you idiot. Stay off the floor.’”

You cock your head to the side and roll your eyes. You hate this. You hate people treating you differently. No, it’s more than that - you hate that you need to be treated differently. It’s not right. It’s just not. You are still in this body, and you can take care of it yourself. It’s not right that everyone gets to have an opinion about what you do with it.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I have an appointment with the midwife this morning. I came in early, I’ll be gone for about an hour. You’ll have to hold it down til the other girls get in.” You’re hanging your flour dusted apron on the handle of the already cooling oven doors, not waiting for a response from Beth.

“You know, you can just take the day -” Beth doesn’t get far before you cut her off.

“You know the fuck I cannot just take the day. I need every second of work I can get before this kid pops outta me.” You’re telling her while still making your way to the back door, grabbing your bag on the way.

“I can’t believe Eddie lets you work like this.” Beth gets her last jab in, earning her your middle finger before you slam the large metal door closed on your way through the door and into the parking lot.

You consider your hip pain on the ride to your doctor. It’s been getting worse. Every part of your body is heavy, all of the time. You wish you could be done with spending 9 hours on your feet 5 days a week. Truly, would a few hundreds of dollars matter? Probably not. There isn’t enough money for what’s coming, that’s something you’re certain of. And Eddie.

Eddie. Your sweet man. Oh, he does worry, it’s all he does right now. It’s why he’s pulling 50 hours at the factory, delivering pizzas 4 nights a week, and still doing guitar lessons on Saturdays. You want to tell him that it’s too much, that you need him to be happy. You need him with you more, holding and caring for you. Except. Except that there’s a baby on the way, and what you need is as much cash as possible. This is how the world works.

Your legs feel heavier than when you left the cafe as you swing them out of your car in the parking lot of the midwife’s office. Today, your ankles feel like full balloons ready to pop. Your feet hurt, but not from standing on them - they hurt because they feel too big for your shoes. You try not to think about the last appointment, when your midwife told you to keep an eye on the swelling in your legs, and how you ignored the advice. What could you do? Tell your body to stop retaining so much water?

The empty waiting room is a blessing, you don’t even have time to waddle to one of the cold, plastic chairs that line the walls of the waiting room. No time to flip through the glossy paged parenting magazines. The nurse brings you right back. You turn your face away from the scale as it registers your weight, follow her back into one of the rooms at the far end of the office.

“Alright, get a gown on, and then open the door. I’ll come back for your blood pressure.” The nurse is making her way out before you even have a chance to respond. You undress clumsily. You can’t get used to the way your weight is distributed, every day something changes in you. Your body expands and makes space for the thing that’s growing, that’s sucking the nutrients from your blood. You’ve come to think of them, the baby, as a kind of parasite. An unkind thought that you’ve kept to yourself.

You tuck your bra and underwear beneath the maternity pants and oversized blouse, and waddle to leave the door open a crack to indicate you’re once again modest. As modest as you can be with the back of your gown open to anyone that might move behind you. The paper under your butt crinkles as you move your thighs around to try to get comfortable. The nurse is back, and you wonder if she was standing in the hallway waiting for you to be ready for her.

She pulls the cuff down from the wall, and wraps it around your arm. With a finger at your wrist, she pumps air into the cuff. And pumps. And pumps. And pumps until it starts to get painful, and you feel a vague sense of panic, as if your arm might break open at the pressure. She mercifully releases the air just as you're gearing up to tell her it’s too tight. You look at her face, feeling your own features relaxing, waiting for her to tell you the numbers that are meaningless to you. Her eyebrows are pinched together, the first sign of anything more than vague politeness and professionalism.

“Why don’t you lay back, let me get you a pillow.” She pats the paper covered table behind you, and pulls out the extension at the foot end. She pulls a pillow, covered in a similar paper to your gown and the table cover, and sets it down by your head. “Janice will be in very soon.”

You do as you’re told. You lay back. You think about the look on the nurse’s face, and start to feel small rumbles of concern surge through you. Your heavy belly sits in your eyesight, so that when the midwife comes in, you can only see her cheerful face. The prickling of panic fades when you see her. A 65 year old woman that has birthed a countless number of babies, a motherly figure you’ve come to trust, she guides you through the strange wilderness of pregnancy.

“How’s mom feeling today, hm?” She asks as she wheels over the backless stool to sit next to you. Unlike during a doctor’s visit, Janice likes to sit and talk to you before she begins her examination. She told you on your first visit with her that it lets her understand what she should be looking for. Today, though, she’s looking at your ankles, and testing the skin while she waits for your answer.

“Oh, I’m tired. My skin itches. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat.” You’re listing your usual complaints, and see Janice nodding along. Normal complaints.

“How’s baby? Have we been keeping track of movements?” Janice looks at you, her hand still feeling around your lower leg. She’ll know if you’re lying, so you don’t even try.

“I mean, I haven’t kept notes or anything, but I feel like it’s moving around all the time. Just before you came in, I swear there was a dance party going on in there.” As if to reiterate your point, a movement could be seen across the top of your belly. An elbow? A knee?

“Good, good. That’s what I like to hear.” Her words seem a little hollow, and you know she’s holding back something. “You’re very swollen, though. I’m more worried about mom than baby right now. Have you been keeping your feet up when you can?” Janice is already on her feet, and heading to the counter to pull out a pair of vinyl gloves.

“Well. Sure, when I can. I’m still working, but after work I try to keep them up. Eddie found a recliner a couple of months ago, did I tell you that? It rocks when it’s upright, good for the baby, he said. It’s been a godsend to have that thing.” You’re just talking now, but Janice is still nodding along with your words.

“That’s good. It helps to have a supportive daddy at home.” Janice sighs, and smiles. Her lips are a thin line, and you feel your muscles brace for impact, “your BP is pretty high today, and I don’t like the look of your ankles. Your urine sample was normal, though, so we might just be looking at a bad day.”

You don’t say anything. You’re trying to remember what that means. It’s in the book, the one that Wayne bought you as soon as he found out about the baby on the way. A potential complication, oh shit, what was it called. It could be really bad, you’re remembering - low birth weight, birth complications, postpartum seizures, fetal and mother death. Shit, shit, shit, what is it called -

“Just to be safe, we need to treat this like it’s toxemia. That means partial bed rest for the next few weeks. You can come in three days from now for a BP check. We have a wonderful OB that comes in once a week, and we can squeeze you in to see him.” You can hear Janice’s words, but you lack understanding. You pick out one bit, and ask,

“Partial bed rest? I can’t work?” You ask Janice’s back. She’s rifling around in the cabinet about the sink. She finds what she’s looking for, bringing out the measuring tape so that she can see the fundal height of the baby. She gives you the same tight lipped smile as before as she works the tape around your middle.

“No, you can’t work. I’m sorry. We’ll know more when you see the doctor. For now, you’re staying with your feet up unless you’re going to the bathroom.” Her voice is soft, but firm. No room for argument.

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You hear the van pull up outside the trailer. It’s Wednesday, that means he’s home tonight, not driving around town delivering pizzas to the people of Hawkins. You hope he won’t notice the puffiness around your eyes, you cried for an hour after you stopped at the cafe to turn in your keys. You looked at the checkbook balance while you sat in your car and wondered how you’d be able to afford groceries by the end of the month. This wasn’t in the plan.

“If you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world,” Eddie’s singing as he swings open the door, “tell her I’m sorry, tell her I need my baby!” He’s smiling and swinging his old lunch box. You can’t help but laugh at him, still dressed in his coveralls and hair pulled up in a ponytail. The hairnet and earplugs were left in the van, along with his safety glasses.

“You goon. Charlie Rich, huh? You’re edging closer to becoming Wayne’s twin every day.”

Eddie comes over to you, and kisses your forehead, careful to not get his still grease stained hands on the chair. “Hello, beautiful. How are we doing tonight?”

“Mm, ok. I saw the midwife today.” You don’t like the way your voice sounds. You’ve thought about how to tell Eddie this news, and have decided that ripping the bandaid off is the best approach. No point in trying to soften things, especially if it ends up being serious.

“And?” Eddie asks, looking down at you with expectation.

“And, go wash up.” You tell him, “we’ll talk over frozen pizza.”

You click the knobs on the oven to let it heat up. You decide to throw together a salad - just some iceberg, tomato, and cucumbers - as an attempt to get some vegetables into Eddie’s system. You try not to think about how you’re supposed to be keeping your feet up right now. Unless I’m going to the bathroom, you think. You shake your head and chop up a tomato. What an unreasonable expectation.

You see the way his lips jut into a small and concerned frown, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just makes his way down the hallway to take his after work shower. You’re surprised to find that your legs feel even heavier now that you’ve spent the last several hours reclined on your chair. Eddie found the chair at an estate sale, and it’s been a godsend. It keeps you upright enough to ease your heartburn, you sleep better in the chair than your own bed these days.

Eddie’s back, smelling of Irish Spring and fabric softener, just as you’re putting the pizza into the oven. He walks up behind you as you shut the oven door, and wraps his hands around your belly. The baby, Eddie’s sure that it’s a boy, moves around as if to get its father’s attention.

“He’s really movin’ in there.” Eddie’s rocking you back and forth, slowly. You close your eyes and lean your head back into his chest. If you could live your life between his arms, you would do it. This is your home.

“Yeah, ready to make a break for it.” You tell him. You turn the dial timer to 15 minutes, and say, “the midwife says the baby’s fully cooked now. Just putting on some extra weight. I could give birth tomorrow, and it’d be ok.”

“Oof, tomorrow? Let’s hope not.” Eddie kisses the top of your head and slaps your ass. “Go sit down, woman. I’ll bring you some lemonade.”

You do as you’re told, you waddle your way over to the lumpy couch and put your feet up. Eddie follows behind you at a much quicker pace, glass of lemonade in his hand. It’s sweating already, the ice can’t keep up with the warmth inside the trailer. You look over to the small air conditioner in the corner and wonder if it’s even worth running the thing. The space is too big, and it just adds more money to the electric bill. Eddie sits at the end of the couch, and hands you the lemonade before taking your feet and placing them on his lap.

“So. What are you not telling me?” He asks, working his thumb into the bottom of your foot. You sink lower, giving him better access to your sore feet. They’re so swollen tonight, you feel like your skin might burst.

“Don’t overreact,” you pick up your foot and point a toe at his face. He grabs it again, and sets it down on his lap. “My blood pressure was high. I’m on partial bed rest. I have to go see the OB in three days.”

Eddie hands freeze for a second, and then his thumb begins to work on your foot again while he absorbs the information you just gave to him. “What does that mean? Partial bed rest? Do they think you have - shit, what’s it called?”

“Toxemia. Yes, the midwife said maybe. But it’s ok, because we’re fully cooked,” you point two fingers at your swollen belly, reminding him that the child inside could come out at this very moment and be fine, if a little small. “We’ll know better in a couple of days. I just need to keep my feet up and keep track of any really bad headaches. But I haven’t had those. I really think it’s fine, Eddie. I just hate that I can’t work.”

“You should’ve stopped working a month ago,” he looks over to you with an expression of slight exasperation. This is not the first time this idea has come up between the two of you. “I told you, that’s why I started working at Gino’s. You do too much.”

“Stop. Do not lecture me, Eddie Munson. I’m fine. I’ll do what the midwife says, and lay on this couch, or in the bed, or in the recliner, until I can get this thing out of me.”

“Yes, you fucking will. And no more making dinner. I’ll figure that shit out.” As if to put an exclamation on his statement, the kitchen buzzer goes off, and he’s up before you can even consider moving. “Stay.” He puts a hand out before making his way across the room and behind the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen.

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Day 0

Eddie took the day off of work. When he told you he was coming to your appointment with you, you had put up a fight. You had argued. You had gotten unreasonably annoyed at the idea that he thought you needed him there. The pain inside your skull, a sneaking thing that had begun to keep you up at night, beat a steady rhythm at the idea of Eddie seeing you in that vulnerable position.

It’s so unfair. The days of bed rest have done nothing but steadily increase your irritation about everything. Your situation. The too warm trailer. The fact that you can’t make yourself anything more than a sandwich to eat, or Eddie will scold you like a child when he comes home after work. He’s like a detective, looking for any clues of potential bad behavior. The worst of it all, though, is that Mrs. Reynolds has been assigned to take care of you. The elderly woman that lives in the trailer between Wayne and the Johnsons comes down every day to bring you egg salad, or tuna noodle casserole, or whatever other concoction she’s decided is appropriate for the poor pregnant girl.

You had not expected Eddie to pull 10 hour shifts, followed by extra hours at Gino’s following the news of your bed rest - but you should have seen it coming. The financial anxiety is getting to him. Where you carry the weight of your unborn child, he carries the weight of expectation. You see it written all over his face, and no amount of reassurance that you’re fine, and you’ll be back to work in no time, eases the deepening creases on his beautiful face.

This morning, you don’t think about that. You don’t think about the fear that he’s feeling. You ignore your own fear, and allow irritation to take over. That irritation gives you a sense of control, of power over a situation in which you have no authority. Your body is not your own, and its betrayal is something you can never forgive. Today, you will go see this doctor, and he will show you exactly how out of control you really are.

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“Good morning. I’m Dr. Seiver.” A man about your age comes strolling into the exam room. He zeroes in on Eddie sitting in the chair beside the exam table and offers his hand. You fight against an urge to scoff. “Let’s take a look. Scoot down, please.”

You scoot down, holding onto the paper blanket that covers your naked lower half. Eddie’s seen your naked body many times before, but never like this. And, this doctor, Dr. Seiver, has probably seen hundreds of naked women. You wonder if he looks at the naked body of his lover with cold medical appraisal.

You look over and see Eddie’s eyes are wide, and you can feel your skin burn with embarrassment. He must have known that his insistence at being present for this appointment meant that he would watch a doctor stick his fingers into your vagina, but maybe not. You hadn’t prepared him beforehand, too annoyed to bother.

Speculum, vinyl gloves, and lubricant on two fingers, the doctor continues to talk with no preamble, “your blood pressure is more elevated than the other day, and I’m sorry to say that your urine dip this morning showed protein. So,” he’s looking over to Eddie now while his fingers dig deeper into your vagina until they hit a wall, “we need you to leave here and go straight to Mercy to be induced today. No need to risk it, not while you and baby are in good shape.”

The pain shocks you to your core, a deep ache that you are not at all prepared for. Tears flow down your cheeks, and you let out a small sob. Eddie’s hand is on your arm, and he’s looking at your face with confusion. The doctor is unaffected, and pulls his now bloody fingers out of you and says -

“That should get you going. I manually dilated your cervix, it will make this process go a lot quicker and maybe we won’t need to load you up with too much pitocin. Just head over to Mercy, the maternity ward is on the 4th floor.” The doctor is up on his feet, peeling bloody gloves off and disposing them into the red biohazard waste bin on the wall, “there are pantyliners in the top drawer over here, you might bleed for a little while.”

And just like that, the doctor was gone, leaving you with your legs spread on the table and tears streaming down your face. You’re going to have a baby today. You turn to look at Eddie, his hand is still clenching your arm. He’s pale, the blood drained from his face completely. You would swear that the lines of his face are even deeper than they were when you got in the car this morning. You wipe your face with your free hand, and sit up.

“Ed, come on.” You’re suddenly anxious to get moving. Get on the road, and into a hospital bed. Let the professionals take over. “It’s ok. Why don’t we call Wayne on the way out. He can meet us at the hospital.”

Eddie stands up, helps you to your feet. You see him sway a little bit and wonder if it was the sight of your blood that did this to him, or if it’s the thought that this baby is actually real and he’ll be holding it in his arms in less than 24 hours.

“I, uh, are you ok? That guy was an absolute asshole,” Eddie’s helping you get your clothes back on. He helps you with your jeans, and then sits you in the chair and starts working on getting your shoes on your feet. You are overwhelmed with love for him, bent down on his knees in front of you, jaw clenched in anger and frustration at the way you’ve been treated today.

“I’m ok. I’m glad you’re here, baby. I’m sorry I was such a bitch about you coming.”

Arm in arm, the two of you walk through the hallways and through the front door of the medical building. You think it might be your imagination, but the child inside of you feels like he’s lower than he was when you entered. The doctor, with his cruel fingers, cracked the door, and the baby is making its way down.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #tw pregnancy #pregnant!reader

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usereddie · 16 days

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you know damn well buddieblr that if something were to happen between buck and eddie in the next episode you would be dancing like a pig in manure. you'd deal with all the angst and shit later, but you'd celebrate right then and there.

you sent this six hours ago and i'm still laughing at you calling me "buddieblr" like that's my government name. like that's what they put down on my birth certificate. when the midwife signed the document stating i had been born she held up my body to my parents and went "congrats. a beautiful tumblr user." this is a true story btw.

#bia gets mail #anon #hilarious to me #not touching the pig in manure comment because LMAO what the fuck do you MEEEEEAN SLKFJGH #but also in all seriousness i do not want buck to cheat to on tommy idc who he does it with

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samalong1 · 1 year

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Eddie gluskin family fluff/angst

Eddie is his own warning and past truama and nsfw mentions

Reader is referred to with she/her by eddie

Before kids

He adores you absolutely afterall you gave him his dream a loving wife to come home to he'll find himself just admiring you

Your wedding dress hand sewn by him of course is a treasured item safely tucked away only to be brought out on anniversaries

On every anniversary he expects his loving wife to make them both a romantic dinner while he does the man's job of getting gifts for her. It'll always end up in a slow dance with you in your wedding dress

He loves to see his wife under him in bed its a secret pleasure but he has to be in full control don't even think about trying anything just take it and praise him and do what he says and you'll be good

I feel him doing pda would be a no he can't imagine doing something as vulgar as groping you outside of the bedroom

He loves seeing you in the dresses he hand sewn and tailored just for you charming knee length dresses(nothing above save that for the bedroom)with beutiful patterns and a apron wrapped around you going about your cabin cleaning and dusting as his loving wife

He's strict on appearance he finds you wearing sweats and a baggy t shirt sloppy and lazy he didn't make you all though dresses for you to dress as a bum

Even in sleep he'll lake sure your all dolled up he'll insist you put your hair in those old hair rollers and sometimes he'll do it himself it's a great bonding experience and he'll sew you a long night gown(short ones for the fun nights)made of soft fabric that falls off your curves

Be careful I'd you want to snuggle him while sleeping suddenly touching him can spook and anger him so wrapping yourself around him is alot worse you'll find that it's safer to do it when he's awake and paying attention to you

He doesn't like you holding him so it'll be best to cling to him like wrapping yourself around your chest so he can play with your hair and wrap his big strong arms around you

He probally snores

When he's doing something like reading the paper he'll expect you to be curled up on his lap reading along with him

Don't be worried you still have him wrapped around your finger

Ask him for a specific dress and he'll happily make it or if there is a specific date night idea he'll be getting ready

He may not be the richest man after escaping the asylum but he'll try his best to spoil you

Pregnancy

Your never alone

Never

He's even more obsessed with you following you aroundband singing praises about how good your doing and how amazing the children will be

Never forget your vitamins or he'll accuse you of trying to sabotage him

Luckily he can't stay mad at you for long

Insists on helping with everything

Micromanages stuff like your food and exercies

Gets jeolous and insists you don't need a pregnancy pillow when you have him

Until he can't move cause his oregano wife is finally able to sleep and she's heavy

Adores on your pregnant belly constantly touching it or resting his head on it

Runs his finger across and stretch marks cooing

When the baby finally comes he'd prefer a home birth with a midwife not wanting his darling exposed to so many strangers in a vulnerable state

Unless it's at risk or darling wife sint comfortable with it he understands its her delivery and he'd rather have both his wife and child then a natruel birth

Parent hood

A fancy nursery hand built by himself and the crib must stays in your room until the kid outgrows it

He has multiple photos of you passed out while the baby babbles covered in baby powder

Found out that if he's ever having one of his mood swings or outburst holding his baby near him helps

Can't lash out near his baby

Hates leaving for work and leaving you two alone

Loves when you both pass out on the couch tired from everything

#eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast #outlast x reader #outlast whistleblower

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letters2fiction · 2 months

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Welcome to Letters2fiction!

The concept here is to send in a question or a letter request, and you’ll get a response from your fictional character of choice, from the list below. Please stick to the list I’ve made, but of course, you can ask if there’s some other characters I write for, I don’t always remember all the shows, movies or books I’ve consumed over the years and I’m sure I’m missing a lot 😅

Status: New Characters added - Thursday March 21st, 2024

TV SERIES

A Discovery of Witches:

Matthew Clairmont

Baldwin Montclair

Gallowglass de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Philippe de Clermont

Jack Blackfriars

Sarah Bishop

Emily Mather

Diana Bishop

Ysabeau de Clermont

Miriam Shepard

Phoebe Taylor

Gerbert D’Aurillac

Peter Knox

Father Andrew Hubbard

Benjamin Fuchs

Satu Järvinen

Meridiana

Law and Order:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Joe Velasco

Mike Duarte

Terry Bruno

Peter Stone

Hasim Khaldun

Nick Amaro NEW!

Mike Dodds

Grace Muncy

Kat Tamin

Toni Churlish

Amanda Rollins

Olivia Benson

Rita Calhoun

Casey Novak

Melinda Warner

George Huang

Sam Maroun

Nolan Price

Jamie Whelan

Bobby Reyes

Jet Slootmaekers

Ayanna Bell

Jack McCoy

Elliot Stabler

One Chicago:

Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Dante Torres

Vanessa Rojas

Kevin Atwater

Sean Roman

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Sylvie Brett

Blake Gallo

Christopher Hermann

"Mouch"

Otis

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

Miguel

Bishop

Coco

Nestor

911 verse:

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howie "Chimney" Han

Ravi Panikkar

T.K. Strand

Owen Strand

Carlos Reyes

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Tommy Vega

Judson "Judd" Ryder

Grace Ryder

Nancy Gillian

Mateo Chavez

The Rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Celina Juarez

Aaron Thorsen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

BBC Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty

Molly

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Marina Thompson/Crane

Outlander:

Jamie Fraser

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser

Frank Randall

Black Jack Randall

Brianna Fraser

Roger MacKenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser Murray

Ian Murray Sr.

Ian Fraser Murray

Murtagh Mackenzie

Call The Midwife:

Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette

Dr. Patrick Turner

Nurse Trixie Franklin

Nurse Phyllis Crane

Lucille Anderson

Nurse Barbara Gilbert

Chummy

Sister Hilda

Miss Higgins

PC Peter Noakes

Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!

Narcos:

Horacio Carrillo

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

Downton Abbey:

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham

Lady Mary Crawley

Lady Edith Crawley

Lady Sybil Crawley

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham

Isobel Crawley

Matthew Crawley

Lady Rose MacClare

Lady Rosamund Painswick

Henry Talbot

Tom Branson

Mr. Charles Carson

Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson

John Bates

Anna Bates

Daisy Mason

Thomas Barrow

Joseph Molesley

Land Girl:

Connie Carter

Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)

Midsomer Murder:

DCI Tom Barnaby

Joyce Barnaby

Dr. George Bullard

DCI John Barnaby

Sarah Barnaby

DS Ben Jones

DS Jamie Winter

Sgt. Gavin Troy

Fleur Perkins

WPC Gail Stephens

Kate Wilding

DS Charlie Nelson

Sergeant Dan Scott

NEW! Once Upon A Time

Regina / The Evil Queen

Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

David Nolan / Prince Charming

Emma Swan

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy / Baelfire

Peter Pan

Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Belle

Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood

Will Scarlet

Zelena / Wicked Witch

Alice (Once in Wonderland)

Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)

Jafar (Once in Wonderland)

Gideon

Tiger Lily

Naveen

Tiana

Granny

Ariel

Prince Eric

Aladdin

Jasmine

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Hercules

Megara

Tinker Bell

Merida

Red Riding Hood

Mulan

Aurora / Sleeping Beauty

Prince Phillip

Cinderella

Prince Thomas

NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Mikael

Esther

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

MOVIES

The Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swann

James Norrington

Kingsman:

Merlin

Harry Hart

Eggsy Unwin

James Spencer / Lancelot

Alastair / Percival

Roxy Morton / Lancelot

Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd

Orlando Oxford

Jack Daniels / Whiskey

Gin

BOOKS

Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:

Declan

Callahan

Rowan

Iris

Alana

Zahra

Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:

Noah

Liam

Jax

Santiago

Maya

Sophie

Elena

Chloe

Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:

Olive

Adam

Bee

Levi

Elsie

Jack

Mara

Liam

Sadie

Erik

Hannah

Ian

Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:

Xaden Riorson

Dain Aetos

Jack Barlowe

Rhiannan Matthias

Violet Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Lillith Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Liam Mairi

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steviestits · 1 month

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Not sure if you're still taking prompts but I was wondering if you could do Potions/Bitching, and Guards/Brainwashing if no one has asked those already. Thank you!!

Thanks for the prompts! And nope, no one has asked for those, so yours are completely original

Potions/Bitching - Eddie is a potions master and Dustin is his apprentice while Steve is Dustin's surrogate big brother. Eddie and Steve are alphas, but Dustin is a beta, so he's having a bit of trouble learning how to create potions suited for alpha/omega biology. Dustin doesn't let that deter him, though, and he continues to try to learn the practices on his own.

Eventually, Dustin thinks he's got the potion right and gives it to Steve to try, telling him that it should make his ruts go smoother. Steve is dubious of the potion's powers, but Dustin wears him down, promising that he wouldn't be giving it to Steve if he wasn't one hundred percent certain that it works. So, against his better judgment, Steve drinks the potion.

The potion works. Steve does have a smoother rut, because he doesn't have one at all. The night that he takes the potion, Steve goes through his first heat as the potion bitched him from an alpha to an omega. It's a bit painful growing a womb, but by the end of it, he's moaning in pleasure as his hormones shifted to those of an omega.

After Steve finishes his heat, he tracks down Dustin, upset that the kid accidentally bitched him. Dustin feels sorry and takes Steve to Eddie, who will know how to turn him back into an alpha. Though Steve doesn't want to try any more potions, he goes with Dustin to meet Eddie to see if he actually has a solution.

Steve arrives with Dustin at the tower, only to find that the omega in him is going wild over the alpha's scent. Dustin relays the problem to Eddie, but Eddie is clearly not listening as he seems aroused by Steve's scent, too. Eddie makes up an errand for Dustin to run, and Eddie fucks Steve right there on his potions table.

Dustin returns shortly after they finished fucking for the tenth time and doesn't seem to know what was going on in his absence. Eddie agrees to make the potion to change Steve back, except it doesn't work. The only reason why it wouldn't work was if Steve was pregnant, making the affects of the spell permanent.

As it turns out, the potion also made Steve hyper-fertile. Not only did he get pregnant super quickly, but nine months later, the local midwife delivers all six of Steve and Eddie's baby nuggets.

Guards/Brainwashing - Steve works as a day-shift guard at a magical prison that houses the most dangerous magical creatures known to the kingdom. One such creature is a hawk-like siren named Eddie who has been responsible for the sinking of numerous shifts and the deaths of many of crews. He's kept in one of the high-security wards where they have enchantments that supposedly nullify the inherent magical nature of his voice.

Eddie is personable and sometimes chats with Steve on shift, asking him about his day. He seems to be one of the more model prisoners, serving his consecutive life sentences without much of a fuss. Also, the other prisoners don't bother Eddie, so he doesn't bother them. All in all, Eddie seems to be taking imprisonment very well.

Because of the highly dangerous nature of the inmates, guards sleep on site in their own barracks, even on their days off, they must return to the barracks for sleep in case of an emergency. What no one knows, however, is that the night watch has been compromised as the enchantments stopped working in his cell.

Every night, Eddie sings a song for the guards and commands them to release him. He doesn't escape, however, and instead heads to the guard barracks where Steve sleeps, so he can sing to him. Eddie's been working a deeper song on Steve to sway his heart and loyalty in order to make Steve into his beloved mate.

The two have intimate intercourse each night while Eddie wraps Steve tighter in his spell. Steve assumes these are only dreams since there's no way Eddie would still be here if he could freely leave his cell as he did at night. He begins to believe that maybe he actually has deep feelings for the siren prisoner.

This continues until the spell is complete and Eddie can take his prize away from the prison. He brings Steve to his nest, where Steve is happy to stay because of the song that binds him.

#show: stranger things #steddie #my fics #alex answers #wip wednesday #but on a friday

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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Maybe something about being pregnant with Tate and Ethan’s there your whole pregnancy. Like he goes to every doctors appointment and is there for anything you need

“Eddy you don’t need to be here…” you sighed, noticing his eyes looking all around the waiting room.

“Hey no, no I want to be here I’m just… overwhelmed”

You reached across and held his hand “Me and you both buddy”

Once you were in the sonography room Ethan kept hold of your hand, to keep you calm.

“Are you ready to find out the gender today?” Your midwife, Claire asks in an excited tone.

You smiled “Yeah, most of us are betting boy”

Ethan mumbled “I’m team girl”

Claire smiled “me too…”

“Ethan, I’m Ethan” “hi Ethan, im Claire. Thanks for looking out for my girl here”

Claire had been very fond of you since you’d began coming to her practice.

You knew the drill — the gel, the wand and the waiting to hear the heartbeat.

“It looks like Ethan and I are winners of this bet” Claire mumbled, looking at the screen.

Your eyes locked with Eddy’s and he smiled

“You mean…”

“You’re having a babygirl”

Tears began falling down your face “Oh my god”

“A little girl…” Ethan whispered “She’s so loved already”

It was close to two in the morning and you were craving chicken nuggets.

You scrolled on your phone, humming and hawing before you text Ryan

you up?

fuck off im out at a party don’t text me

sorry, have fun

whatever

You went to put the phone down when you got a notification from Ethan, a DM

why are you awake?

how did you know I was awake?

Instagram says you were active. why you up?

it’s lame lol I wanted chicken nuggets. baby’s craving

Ethan read the message and didn’t reply. You frowned but moved to scroll on TikTok. Less than an hour later a notification came through.

baby gets what baby wants. i’m outside with nuggs

You tan out and there he was stood with the McDonald’s bag and a sleepy smile

“Ethan Edwards, i love You”

“Anything for baby”

#tate’s world

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diazsdimples · 4 months

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Seven (+3) Sentence Sunday!!

I skipped Saturday bc I'm not inspired but was tagged for that by @hippolotamus @wikiangela @callmenewbie and @steadfastsaturnsrings (please consider this as your SSS tag) and in SSS by @smilingbuckley please go check out their WIPS now!!!!

Have another snippet of With you I'm home chapter 2! I realise that tagging my last snippet of this as midwife!Eddie was stupid bc now it looks like I'm writing a midwife!Eddie fic and I'm not so I'm incredibly sorry to disappoint!! He does deliver a baby though and it makes him feel Things.

“I had a baby today,” Eddie announces as he walks in the door, dropping his duffel before kicking off his shoes. “That’s nice, dear,” Buck replies distractedly from the lounge, where Eddie finds him in the middle of guiding Aidan through an outfit change. The kid has clearly gotten into the flour in the pantry, yet again, and looks like a little ghost, his face and hair covered in fine, white powder. “I said, I had a baby today,” Eddie repeats with amusement as he lopes into the lounge, watching as Buck pulls a clean shirt over Aidan’s head and scrubs his hand over the toddler’s face, ridding it of the worst of the flour. The second he’s free, Aidan’s off like a bat out of hell, racing towards his bedroom. Buck’s looking at Eddie as if he’s grown a second head. “You had a what?” “A baby,” Eddie says patiently. “You know, small human, pretty helpless, usually covered in goop. One of them?” Buck blinks. “I didn’t know you were pregnant,” he finally responds.

Tags below the cut!

No pressure tagging @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @malewifediaz @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck @spagheddiediaz @fruitandbubbles @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @spotsandsocks @rainbow-nerdss

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 buddie #seven sentence sunday #wip #buddie wip #ao3 wip

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prettybrownelf · 2 years

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From Eden

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Prologue

Pairings- Knight! Eddie Munson x Prince! Male! Reader

Summary- The only heir to the thrown of your kingdom, you are finally faced with the final realization that your life will never be your own

Word Count- 1436

Content Warnings- Royal AU, Suicidal Ideation

(Chapter 1)

A country formed from flowers and a child born with fangs. The cries of an infant who already knows he is nothing but a political piece. The world rejoices as the babe drowns in his tears, the smiles of his parents cause his voice to go unheard. They bow in his sight as the whispers begin amongst the kingdom.

“A child born from Eden.”

Oh, how sweet is the sound of a child's first cry.

That's what your mother always says. She loves to go on and on that she knew you were a boy based on the way you cried. She would ramble on about how strong your lungs were, and how tight you would grip her finger, clear signs of a strong boy. The grip seems to have gotten weaker as the years passed.

Now, standing in the sun-filled bedroom of your parents, the familiar overwhelming anxiety of your life fills your stomach. The talking of the midwives drowns out your thoughts as the newborn girl they just delivered cries in your mother's arms.

“It's a girl, Your Grace.” The midwife smiles.

Of course, it is.

The Gods loved playing this sick joke on you. Your mother has had three girls in the last six years in her attempt to have another heir to your father's throne. Every cry of a baby girl only made you sink deeper into your overwhelming anxiety. There is no one else to fill your role, and there never will be.

A rough hand lands on your shoulder. Forcing your mind back to reality. Your father's stern eyes silently tell you to leave the room as the women take care of the newborn child. Your feet carry you before you can have a second to think. The fresh air of the castle hallway is only a temporary safety as your father shuts the door behind him.

“Another girl.” His voice is too harsh for your ears. Your voice comes out weak as you try to look him in the eyes. “Yeah.” He shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. The energy he puts in the air chokes you as your gaze adverts to the marble floor. “May I be excused?” The sound of your voice makes you want to vomit as your father gives a sharp nod.

You immediately make your way down the hall, taking the same, multiple turns to your bedroom. It's too much, it's always too much. An annoying huff comes from outside your door, making your brows furrow.

The same guard you've had since thirteen years old stands at your door as you quickly pace into the room too large for only one person.

Throwing yourself onto the circular black bed, you finally allow yourself a moment to breathe in your own air.

Another girl, another princess, no one else to fill the role of heir. It's only you, the only son, the only prince, the only one able to carry on the generation. The entire weight of the family tree hangs on your shoulders. You often wish you could hang yourself from it.

The sun's burning gaze stings your back, but your body refuses to move. Completely catatonic on the soft mattress, your thoughts are interrupted by a hard knock on the dark wood door. ‘There's truly never a moment of peace here.’ “Yes?” Opening the door, your ‘favorite’ guard stares at you through his helmet.

“Your mother wants to speak to you.” You can see bits of his long brown hair from inside his iron helm, his dark brown eyes never leaving your form. “Whatever Eddie.” You murmur as you stomp past him. You can practically hear him roll his eyes as he follows you.

“You don't need to follow me.”

He glares.

“I'm your sworn protector my Lord, I am to be at your side at all times.”

You almost scream as you turn away from him, hearing his armor clang as he follows behind you. “You didn't follow me when I saw the child, why do it now?” Eddie struggles to keep up with your long strides as he gives an annoyed grunt. “The only reason I stayed at my post is because you snuck off to see her without me, or anyone else, knowing.” You roll your eyes as you stand in front of your mother's door, looking up at the tall knight. “I'm the prince, I can do what I want.” Eddie stands post at the door as you shut the wood behind you.

The light shines on your mother's face from outside as she lies on the bed. She's covered in sweat still as he reaches a hand up to beckon you to her. It takes a second for you to move to sit on the seat beside her bed. Her sweaty, cold hand takes on your own as she looks up at you.

“My sweet son.” Her voice is hoarse as he rubs a thumb along your knuckles. “Mother, you should be resting.” She gives a small laugh as she looks up at the ceiling. “I know my dear, but I needed to speak with you.” Your throat grows dry as you stare at her. Her eyes wander back to you as she takes in your gaze. “My darling boy, my only son.” You knew where this was going.

“You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?” She gives a half-hearted laugh. She always knew how to read your mind. “Yes, I do.” She closes her eyes in the sun as she relaxes her body. “We will have to start looking for a wife for you.” Bile forms in your throat as you attempt to keep your composer. “Your father found a lot of girls, but one of them certainly stood out to me.” You rub your hand against hers as you attempt to act like you don't want to throw yourself off the balcony.

“Who is she?” Your mother is already smiling as she fights against the sleep craving to take her body. “Her name is Nancy, she's a sweet girl. And our families have been allies for centuries.”

The Wheelers, a powerful family, especially in trade. Joining the houses would be powerful. Breath reenters your lungs as you stare at your mother's eyes. “Is she the only one? Or are there more?” Your mother's hand leaves yours as she gets herself more comfortable in the bed. “There are more, but I believe your father wants you to marry Lady Nancy.” A small nod is all you can muster as you allow your mother her moments of rest.

Eddie's head snaps to you when you leave the room, walking along the castle halls with no real destination.

Nancy Wheeler, of all people here. There's nothing wrong with the girl, or the group of other lords and ladies she acquaints herself with, she's just so, proper. There's no way you'd be able to get out of this if she's the one you had to marry. Knowing her she's already been told and is planning on the big day.

“Son.” The rough voice of your father stops you in your tracks as Eddie bows.

“My Lord.” Your father nods to him as he stands next to you.

“(Y/n), I'm assuming you talked to your mother?”

You nod as your weight shifts from one foot to the other. “Good, I've decided to refuse the rest of the proposals. Lady Nancy will be sailing in by the end of the week with her acquaintances as we make plans for the wedding.” He says it so finally as if you have no say in the matter as if he isn't talking about the rest of your life. “Of course my Lord.”

The sun is already setting, so you decide to go back into your room, your safe haven, of course with Eddie following you. “I'll be out here my Lord.” You roll your eyes as you slam the door behind you. The large open balcony beckons you, but your legs carry you to your bed instead. You throw your boots off and get into anything besides the uncomfortable outerwear you're forced to be seen in. The bed always seems to become comfortable when your emotions become too much for your body. Tears are already flowing out of your eyes as you attempt to silence your cries on the pillow. Is this all you'll ever be? Forever the crying babe, reckoned with the knowledge that your life will never be your own? Are tears falling from your eyes going to be your legacy? From birth to death?

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baby parker - part two

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Eddie had just dropped you off at the midwife appointment before taking your car into the shop to fix it, an hour has gone by and eddie is waiting outside the doctors office for you and parker, “hey everything alright?” he smiles softly hopping out the truck and taking the baby bag from your shoulder, you nod “yeah, yeah everything’s ok” you sigh, eddie opens the door for you to put parker in the car before slowly shutting the door “are you sure?” you nod, “its just hard man” you say, your voice wobbling a bit, running a hand through your hair biting your bottom lip. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out, “hey hey, its alright” he smiles softly “how about we go grab some lunch and you tell me all about it?” you look down running a hand through your hair again before nodding “yeah ok” you sigh he nods opening the door for you to get into the truck before running round to his side to jump in.

You arrive at a small diner and eddie insists on carrying parks car seat in, him not taking no for a answer. You find a booth and slide in, as eddie places the chair next to you and slides in the opposite side. Parker is holding her dummy in her tiny hands looking around the world around her, you smile at the little girl putting your hand on her belly before she grabs your finger and half smiles at you. “thank you by the way” you yawn looking at eddie, he nods “its not a problem honestly” he grins “now, what do you want for lunch? my treat” he grins handing you a menu.

“no no let me” you say he chuckles shaking his head “next time, lunch is on me today” you grin softly and nod “fine fine” You order some food and take parker out of her seat and put her on your lap, she cuddles into your chest a little looking up at you. “how was the appointment?” eddie smiles softly playing with the straw in his milkshake. You nod “went good, she’s all healthy and where she should be” you sigh looking at the little girl. “there was just some complications during birth and its been rough, having done everything by myself, i love her man but fucck” you sigh wiping your eyes “hey” he smiles putting his hand across the table for you.

“your doing a real good job kay?” he smiles bopping parkers nose, your food arrives and eddie watches as you, “want me to hold her while you eat?” he chuckles, you shake your head “its fine honestly” you smile softly “y/n its not a problem” he chuckles “c’mere park” he grins moving round to take baby from you “thank you” you mumble before eating your burger and fries.

He looks down at the little girl, her (your colour eyes) eyes looking back up at him, her hands flying to the chain that’s hanging around his neck. Little (coloured hair) on top of her head, at this point you’ve finished your food but can’t take your eyes off the man in front of you as he holds your daughter so carefully in his arms, he bops her nose every so often and is talking to her in a little baby voice. “hey i can take her back now if you want” you smile softly, not sure what to do with your hands. He chuckles “its fine honestly” he grins as she lets out a little yawn “oh is the princess tired” he grins popping her dummy back into her mouth. Her grip on his chain just getting tighter as she falls to sleep in his arms.

He grins looking at you “think she likes me” he chuckles you nod “i think so to” you smile he begins humming a song while gently rocking the baby in his arms.

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Its now late afternoon the following week, Eddie had been round almost every day at this point, you’d grown some what close with the boy. Parker began fussing, you’d change her, burped her, feed her, and nothing was calming her down. You bounce her gently and sigh “come on bubba, your ok” you mumble kissing her head, her forehead not feeling hot so there’s no temperature, the little girl wrapped in a blanket in just her nappy as you bounce her in your chest, her cries just getting louder, and her face getting more and more red as you try calm her down.

There’s a knock at the door and you look up to the ceiling “just a second” you shout trying to put the dummy back into your daughters mouth, but she’s having none of it. You hold her against your chest and begin patting her back as you go to the front door, “hey” he grins, “hi ed, look now isn’t” you sigh “oh park what’s wrong?” he says placing a hand on her back, you dont realise but your now crying to, you only realise when eddie gives you a sad smile and wipes your cheek. “i dunno what’s wrong with her” you sob. He nods, you move back as he steps foot into the trailer. “ive feed her, burped her, changed her, she’s not hot” you sob wiping your eyes and bouncing the little girl. “here” he says softly, holding his arms out, you look at him for a moment before slowly giving him parker, he pops her against his chest and pats her back. “Go get yourself something to drink and eat, take a minute” he smiles you nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him.

“hey princess” he mumbles, holding her close, she quietens down a little against eddies chest, “what’s all this for huh?” he says, his voice going into a baby voice. He begins walking around the living area of the trailer humming to the little girl in his arms, the screaming and crying coming to a stop, you look over at the two from the kitchen and sigh. “she hates me” you mumble, “huh?” Eddie says looking at you, more tears now running down your face. “My daughter hates me” you chuckle while letting out a sob. “Oh no no sweetheart” he sighs “she can feel your stressed” he smiles softly, before letting out a little laugh “she’s also just done a massive fart on my hand” he chuckles “think she had trapped wind” he chuckles as he feels the little girl popping off in her nappy against his hand. “Got trapped wind huh?” he grins, placing a kiss on her head. She’s now quiet and sucking on her dummy, clinging on to eddies shirt as he rocks her gently.

“still hates me” you mumble putting your glass in the sink, before walking to the living area and sitting on the sofa, eddie grins and sits next to you, your little girl against his chest holding on to his top for dear life. “i get it you like him better” you say bopping her nose as she looks to you while laying on the mans chest. Eddie chuckles lightly, the little girl moving a little to get comfy against him. She lets out a yawn as her eyes begin to drop “thank you” you mumble, placing your head on his shoulder. “its not a problem” he grins looking down at you and then at parker. “i was actually wondering if you wanted to join me and a few friends for a little games night tonight” he smiles softly “but i completely understand if not” you sigh “got nobody to watch this one” you mumble, he shrugs “she can come as well” he grins “i dont wanna be a burden” you sigh, he shakes his head “dont be silly, everyone will love her” he chuckles rubbing her back, as she lets off one last little pop against his hand. “damn girl” he laughs “what you feeding this kid” he grins at you.

“besides everyones coming to my trailer so if you wanna leave you can” he smiles softly

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Be Our Midwife

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon, a lot like my latest Buck imagine. I hope you will all like it, I enjoyed writing this one and have a lot of requests lined up for you all. Let me know what you think.

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Summary: While (Y/n) is spending some time with Buck, she suddenly goes into labour. They both pray Eddie will be there in time.

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A smile curved on Eddie's lips as he walked back into the bedroom and locked his eyes on his wife. She was stood in front of the dressing table, wearing only her bra and a pair of Eddie's lounge shorts while she gathered her hair up in a loose bun.

He finished tucking his shirt into his trousers and padded across the carpet until he was stood behind her and he curved his arms around her waist.

His hands moved to cup her bare stomach with his elbows pinning into her hips and his chest pressed up against her back. He felt the shiver that bolted down her spine when he pressed his lips just below her ear and started to nip at the skin.

(Y/n) let her head fall back on Eddie's shoulder and her hands moved to hold his wrists when his lips started to make a trail down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. Her eyes closed and she held her breath, trying to sink into his touch, but if they carried on he was going to be late for work.

"Eddie, baby…" Her words trailed off into a groan when Eddie bit her neck like a vampire and she was sure he had drawn blood.

She tightened her hands on his wrists as his fingers started to feather up and down her stomach. She could feel his lips curving into a wicked smile when he turned her to the left and slowly started walking her over to the bed. Her knees bumped into the mattress before she managed to turn around in his arms, turning to jelly in his tight embrace when he kissed her.

His lips stole her breath and devoured her like he was trying to take all of her oxygen and inhale her like a drug. His fingers squeezed her hips and he nudged her back until the back of her knees pressed into the mattress and she had no choice but to sit down.

She parted her knees to the sides so Eddie could stand between them and she smiled when his hands drifted up from her sides to cup her jaw instead.

"Baby you'll be late for work." (Y/n) strained to lean her head back until her lips were level with his and she gingerly kissed his lips, soft and quick, barely even there, to tease him back.

(Y/n) could have swooned when she watched the way Eddie grinned down at her. He towered over her like a skyscraper and when he was stood over her like that with his knees pressing into her thighs, he looked mesmerising.

She moved to lean forward, moving her arms around his waist so her hands could grip his back and she pressed her face into his chest for a few minutes, breathing in his scent. She knew he had to get going soon or he wouldn't be on time for his night shift at the station. He was doing a double, working from tonight until late tomorrow afternoon.

"Hm, you gonna be okay if I go?"

"You mean can I sleep without you?" (Y/n) countered, moving her hands up and down his back while Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"Hm, no. I meant you've barely left the bed today, so are you gonna be alright if I'm at work? You didn't look so well this morning."

A shiver tore down (Y/n)'s spine and she loosened her arms around Eddie's torso when he bent down until he was crouching between her legs. His hands moved to her thighs and he gently raked his fingers up and down her thighs and beneath her shorts, creating pins and needles in his wake.

The way he perched his chin on her upper thigh made him look somewhat boyish and his soft smile made her heart leap in her chest. But it was the way he brushed his nose against her abdomen and pressed a soft kiss to her curved stomach that made (Y/n)'s hands move to grip his shoulders.

He didn't want to go to work tonight and be away for most of the day tomorrow if (Y/n) didn't feel well. He had been worried this afternoon when (Y/n) barely ate lunch and took herself back to bed. She wasn't the kind of person to stay in bed all day unless Eddie was there pinning her to the bed, or she wasn't well.

The last thing she needed was Eddie going to work and leaving her if she wasn't okay and needed him to look after her. She was eight months pregnant. If she wanted or needed Eddie to stay home, all she had to do was say so.

"No, I'll be okay, I feel better now anyway. And Buck's not at work tomorrow, I thought I'd annoy him for a while."

As much as (Y/n) felt better, she didn't want to be on her own tomorrow while Chris was at school and he was going to a friend's house for tea tomorrow too. And she hadn't spent a lot of time with Evan recently, they had all been busy. She was heading round to his apartment tomorrow to have a catch up.

If she didn't feel great, she would at least be around someone and wouldn't be on her own.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, you don't need to worry, baby." (Y/n) dragged her fingers through his hair slowly and methodically while his lips merged with her stomach and his hands gave her thighs a squeeze.

"If you say so," His eyes locked with hers for a few seconds before he moved his attention back down to her stomach he was still kissing. "You gonna be good for daddy, hm?"

His lips curved into a grin against her stomach when he felt the baby wriggle around. And he wasn't sure whether that was a yes or a no.

***

"Want another drink?"

(Y/n) tilted her head back on the arm rest and turned to the side as much as she could to look behind her towards the kitchen.

One hand clutched the arm rest and her other hand moved to press against the base of her stomach. She wasn't sure the baby agreed with the mocktails Evan had been making. Mixing different juices and fresh fruits must have been a bit too acidic; the baby was doing summersaults.

"Just a cup of tea please," Her eyes fell closed and her palm smoothed circles over her stomach.

All morning she had been over at Evan's apartment, killing the time together and catching up. He'd made at least four mocktails and he stuck to the non-alcoholic ones himself to make it a bit more comfortable.

"Here you go, you okay?"

Inching forward, (Y/n) straightened her back out and clicked her spine into place. She kept one hand around the arm rest to steady herself and shuffled to the edge of the chair so she could be closer to the coffee table. Her eyes followed Evan as he set a cup down in front of her and moved to sit in his seat on the sofa, sitting on her left.

"Just uncomfy, and probably tired."

"Eddie said you weren't feeling well." Evan took a large gulp of his coffee, grimacing when he realised how hot he had made it.

"Oh, he did?" She prevented herself from rolling her eyes, but she could feel a smile forming on her lips despite herself.

"He's a worrier. What time's he coming over?"

"Shouldn't be too long, why, you want rid of me?" When she messaged Eddie earlier, he said he would pick her up on his way home from shift so Evan didn't have to drop her off. It was too far to walk, especially when Eddie knew she hadn't been feeling well these past few days.

"Hey, you can stay as long as you like." Evan slouched back in his seat and grabbed the remote, flicking through to find something for them to watch. They were both sick of the music channels by now.

(Y/n) looked back down at her phone that was on the arm rest beside her. She hadn't gotten another message from Eddie yet. He said he would come over when he finished, but he didn't say what time he expected to finish or be over here. (Y/n) missed him. She wanted her husband; and their bed.

She turned her attention to the tv while Evan flicked through the movie channels a bit too fast. She could barely concentrate on reading the titles before he went onto another channel to find something interesting. Or at least something they had seen before that could be on in the background and not cause a big distraction.

Reaching forward, she carefully picked up the navy blue mug of tea from the table and took a sip before her eyes locked on Evan again.

"Are you okay?" He must have seen the confusion in her eyes because he pointed towards her hands. "You're shaking."

Her eyes cast down to her hands and her teeth sank down in her lip when she realised he was right. Her fingers were tightly curled around her mug, but it was trembling and shaking up the tea causing small ripples to bubble to the surface.

"Probably a sugar rush… just popping to the bathroom."

She set the cup down before she ended up spilling or dropping it and moved to grip the edge of the chair. But when she lifted her head, she smiled sweetly at Evan. He was already stood in front of her with his arms out in her direction.

With a tender smile, (Y/n) placed her hands in Evan's and let him help her up, mumbling a quiet "Thank you," in his direction.

But once she was on her feet, (Y/n) tightened her hands around his and waited a few seconds. Spots danced in front of her eyes and a sharp twinge tore through her abdomen. Why did the baby have to move at the same time (Y/n) did?

After a few seconds, (Y/n) felt herself going back to normal and she gave Evan's arm a squeeze before daring to start walking. Her hand cradled the underside of her abdomen and she rubbed in circles where the baby was moving. She took a slow shuffle away from the living room and beside the stairs to get to the bathroom that was thankfully near the front door, right opposite the kitchen.

"Thank God your bathroom's downstairs," She threw over her shoulder, hearing Evan laugh as she bypassed the stairs.

It was a very big relief that (Y/n) didn't have to climb the stairs to get up to the bathroom. She wasn't sure how long it would take her if she tried, and she had been relieved when she arrived that the lift was working. (Y/n) would still be climbing the five flights of stairs now if the lift didn't work.

Her left hand stayed cradling her stomach while her right hand reached out for the wall to steady herself.

She flicked on the bathroom light and pushed the door, but just as she walked over the threshold, she stopped.

A crippling shooting pain tore through her stomach and stole her centre of gravity. Her right shoulder slumped into the wall and her breath got caught in her throat when she looked down at her feet.

Oh God.

"Buck…?"

"What's up- oh… hey it's okay. I can grab you a pair of joggers, um,"

She felt Evan's hand on her elbow and he gently pulled her off the wall so she could lean on him instead. Her hands switched so her right hand was cradling her stomach that suddenly felt like it weighed ten stone. And her left hand grabbed Evan's arm with urgency as she tried to look up at him.

Evan's eyes danced over (Y/n)'s frame and the floor before he looked towards the stairs. He had seen (Y/n) in Eddie's clothes enough times to know she would easily fit and suit some of his stuff. Accidents happen.

"No, it's… Buck I don't know if t-that was my waters." (Y/n) pulled on his arm as if he could magically find the answer for her, but when her stomach tightened, she let out a groan. Her knees weakened and she moved her hand from her stomach to pin to the wall so she didn't drop down.

"Oh shit. Are you-"

Whatever he was about to say next got cut off when (Y/n) groaned and tears started to well up in her eyes.

She didn't know what to expect or when she thought her waters would break, but (Y/n) thought it would hurt more than that. She thought her stomach would burn when it happened and she would be in agony beforehand. But the twinges and sickness she felt must have been leading up to this.

"Eddie." (Y/n) looked up at Evan, trying not to cry but she couldn't help it.

She felt his hand move round to her back and he held his other hand out for her to hold. He took most of her weight for her and carefully turned her away from the bathroom she clearly didn't need anymore.

"I'll call him, don't you worry. Let's get you sat down, then I can get hold of him and call for some help. You're fine, so don't worry."

(Y/n) found herself nodding along with him and she gave his hand a squeeze and tried to hold herself upright. She couldn't seem to lift her feet so she settled on dragging and shuffling along, moving as fast as she could which seemed to be very slow, especially for Evan.

He helped her back towards the living room and when they got to the sofa, Evan turned her around and slowly helped her sit down.

Once she was down, Evan sat next to her and looked around for his phone which he snatched.

(Y/n) watched him ring Eddie's number and she moved her hand, silently asking for the phone. She wanted to be the one to tell him. Eddie would panic, she had to tell him it was okay, that she was okay but he needed to come and get her. Now.

But her lips rolled together and a wave of panic overtook her when Evan shook his head. "He's not answering… he might be on his last call of the day."

Evan knew how it went. They would take one last call before their shifts changed over and it could drag or go quickly but that meant they left their phones either in their locker or in the truck. Eddie would answer when he got the chance. He was always checking his phone recently to make sure (Y/n) was okay and that she didn't need him for anything.

"Eddie, it's me I need you to call me when you get this… (Y/n)'s going into labour."

"He needs to be here- oh!" Her hand clenched around the arm rest and she leaned over, smothering her face into her arm to try and stop herself from crying out.

She wasn't doing this without Eddie. This was her first baby, (Y/n) didn't know what she was doing. Eddie was supposed to be here to coach her through this and tell her what to do and that she was doing great. She wanted to hold his hand and lean on him and feel his lips on her skin.

She wanted Eddie.

"Hey, he's gonna be here, just give him a little time, he might even be in the car on his way here. Let's get you comfy, and I'll call an ambulance-"

"Ambulance? No, no not without Eddie! I don't, I can't- oh Buck, it hurts!"

When she took his hand, Evan tried to smile and shuffled a bit closer until their knees were touching.

"Okay, okay that was just as a precaution… let's get a stop watch to count these contractions, yeah?"

At least Evan had had some practice in this department. He'd delivered quite a few babies on shift, he knew the basics and what he was doing. And this was his niece or nephew and he was happy to be here at the start of labour. As long as Eddie made it for the birth, everything would be fine.

Eddie had to be here.

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(Y/n) closed her eyes and buried her face in the arm of the sofa, smothering a groan. Her back was starting to ache and twinge from how she was sat hunched over, but she didn't know what to do with herself. She could feel Evan's hand on her shoulder, running along her upper back as he sat behind her on the sofa.

She took as many deep breaths as she could manage, but it felt like her lungs were on fire. They were burning like she was breathing in smoke and she could feel her lungs inflating and deflating which was something (Y/n) never normally took notice of. And it was horrid.

"Less than two minutes now… (Y/n) I think I need to take a look, see if your dilated."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes but she tried to nod and pull up so she was sitting upright again. She knew he was right. Evan had called an ambulance because he knew things were moving quickly, but help wasn't here yet and he was starting to panic.

He couldn't move (Y/n), it was too risky to try and get her down to the jeep and to the hospital. And he had a gut feeling (Y/n) wasn't going to go anywhere without Eddie, who still hadn't answered his phone yet.

(Y/n) tried to sit up straight and she darted her eyes up to the ceiling when Evan crouched in front of her. This wasn't how she thought the day would end up. With Evan in front of her trying to see if she was about to have her baby here on his sofa.

"I think you're gonna be having this baby here." Evan cringed when (Y/n) slammed her fist down on the sofa. Her other hand moved to smother her face and she bit her lip, swallowing a cry. "I'm gonna go grab some towels and water- just until the paramedics arrive though, okay?"

"You've done this before… right?" (Y/n) pressed her chin down into her chest and clenched her jaw until her teeth felt like they were going to disintergrate into dust. She remembered Evan mentioning before that he'd delivered a child on the job once or twice before. That was a comfort, at least they weren't going into this blind. Evan knew what he was doing and (Y/n) knew what to expect.

"Oh yes. Hang tight, one minute."

Evan patted her thigh before he got to his feet and headed over to the stairs to get what he needed.

He'd never delivered a child off-duty before. He'd never delivered a child in his own home before. This was going to be exciting.

He found a few towels and blankets upstairs and pinned them under his arm and jogged downstairs to the kitchen. He filled a plastic bowl with water and tried to keep it steady so he didn't drop it everywhere, but he felt a bolt of panic rush through his chest when (Y/n) cried out. He steadily walked back through to the living room and placed everything down on the table while his eyes set on (Y/n).

She had one hand on her stomach and the other clenched so tightly into a fist he knew her nails would be piercing through her palm.

"Here we go," He tried to smile to see if it would help calm (Y/n) down while he doused his hands in the bowl and laid two towels down, one over his lap and one over (Y/n)'s thighs. "If it's a boy, will you name him after me?" The cheesy look that came over Evan's lips showed he was only joking and told (Y/n) he was a lot calmer than she thought he would be right now.

She wanted to laugh. Evan had asked Eddie that before but Eddie refused point blank. He might consider changing his mind now when he realised Evan was going to be the one delivering their baby.

When another contraction tore through her, she pressed both palms down on the sofa and tried to sit up and lift her hips up to see if it would ease the pain or not.

"Deal." She spat but all she felt like doing was melting into a puddle and crying until her throat went raw and her chest ached. Where was Eddie? Why wasn't he here by now? Why was she having to do this without him?

"Alright… I think you can start pushing soon."

She didn't want to. She didn't want to be doing this here. As much as (Y/n) loved Evan as a friend, having him delivering her baby felt a little too close for comfort. She was changing the boundaries. Ruining his living room. Giving him a scarred image burned into his mind for life.

"I'm scared," She could barely find her voice and when she did, her breathing hitched and her voice came out higher than usual but at half the volume. She was barely talking above a whisper.

"You don't have to be scared, you're not alone. I'm right here-" Evan placed his hand on (Y/n)'s knee and gave a reassuring squeeze. But they both jumped and Evan jolted into her knee when there was a knock at the front door.

Who was that?

Was it Eddie? Why hadn't he answered the phone if he was already off shift and on his way here? Hadn't he got the four voicemails Evan left him? Didn't he see the ten missed calls he'd had and the texts telling him it was an emergency. Call him. Hurry up. Answer the phone.

"Perfect timing!"

(Y/n) tilted her head back and tried to follow Evan with her eyes as he bolted out the room and beyond the stairs to reach the front door. She could feel the tears streaming freely down her face and sobs bubbled up in her chest like hiccups. Whoever it was, whether it was her husband or the paramedics, it was impeccable timing and (Y/n) needed them to hurry up inside.

A wave of relief rolled through Evan like a tsunami and he felt his knees shaking, threatening to give out on him when he yanked the front door open.

Eddie.

Stood before him with his usual quirked smile, flashing his teeth. His chocolate eyes were squinted, his hair was neatly brushed and rolled back on his head. He was wearing jeans, a tight grey shirt and his usual leather jacket that looked two sizes too small for him and made his arms bulge out.

"Hey Buck, you both had a good day?" Eddie slipped a hand in his back pocket and leaned against the doorframe when Evan just stared at him.

Was he not allowed inside? They had over an hour before Eddie and (Y/n) had to go pick Chris up from his friend's house. Eddie told (Y/n) he would come by and pick her up and he would stay for a drink before they left. He wasn't exactly late.

Despite the two hour call he'd been on just before his shift ended, he got back to the station bang on time to leave. Eddie got changed, grabbed his stuff and made a quick exit rather than hanging around to wind down and have a drink with the B shift. He wanted to come by and check (Y/n) was okay and take her home.

"Where's my girl?" Eddie leaned to look into the apartment, but the kitchen looked deserted and he couldn't see down into the living room.

"On the couch, in labour."

The smile dropped from Eddie's face instantly and his jaw dropped but he couldn't find any words. That had to be a joke. (Y/n) wasn't in labour- not without him here. She wasn't having the baby now. She wasn't due for another three weeks.

"What?!" Eddie barged his way inside, shedding his jacket in the hall before he ran to get into the living room where he could now hear (Y/n) crying out for him. Hearing his name pass through her lips like that made his heart drop down to his stomach that was tying itself up in knots.

"Eddie-"

"Fuck, fuck mi amor I'm here! Oh God," He pressed his knees down into the sofa and leaned over until his arms could wind around (Y/n).

He could feel how badly she was trembling and he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand moved to cup the back of her neck. While (Y/n) tried her best to sit forwards, pushing herself into his chest. Her face smothered against his sternum and she let the relief wash over her and let herself sob loudly into his chest.

Her hand scrunched up in his shirt and her other hand moved to hold his hip, as if reassuring herself that he was actually here with her. This wasn't a figment of her imagination trying to calm her down. She didn't have to do this alone. Eddie wasn't going to miss anything. He was here.

Feeling his lips pressing kiss after kiss against her temple made her cry harder and she clung to him, despite the pains wracking through her abdomen.

"We called you- Eddie I left hundreds of messages-"

"My phone died when I tried to check it, it's been in my locker all afternoon!" His eyes burned fury in Evan's direction. He hadn't intentionally ignored them. His phone died in his locker and he presumed (Y/n) and Evan would be fine and would have had a chilled day. Obviously he was wrong. "Baby I'm sorry."

His lips continued to press wet kisses against the top of her head until (Y/n) finally leaned back so she could look up at him. She felt his hand move round from her neck to cradle her cheek and he brushed away her fallen tears before he stole a kiss from her lips.

"How far gone is she- have you called an ambulance?"

"Yes, yes but they're not here." Evan resumed his place on the floor in between (Y/n)'s legs and took a peek before he grimaced up at them both. "She's crowning."

"Then I guess we're staying here and Buck can be our midwife, right?" Evan's quirked brow and lopsided smile was enough of an answer for Eddie.

Unravelling his arms from (Y/n), Eddie shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the armchair before he shifted round so he was sat down rather than kneeling up.

When his name mewled past (Y/n)'s lips and her hand batted out for him, Eddie reached across for her. He slipped his hands beneath her arms and carefully eased her his way so she could lean back on his chest rather than slouch back into the sofa.

His elbows pinned into her waist and he held his hands out so (Y/n) could take them both and deadlock them in her grip.

She let her head slump back on Eddie's shoulder and she turned so her forehead pressed against his cheek and she could press a quick, panting kiss against the side of his neck. Just the feeling of his hands gripped in hers was a comfort and a relief like (Y/n) had never felt before. She couldn't exactly reach down for Evan's hand when he was playing midwife.

"Okay (Y/n), I need you to do big pushes, let's have this kid." Evan dunked his hands back in the water, suddenly wishing he had a box of gloves handy from the station. He pushed up on his knees and moved his hands to (Y/n)'s thighs, seeing the familiar sight of a head being born.

"You're doing so well… as if you started without me, hm?" Eddie smothered his lips against the side of (Y/n)'s temple but his eyes stayed completely focused on Evan.

The last thing Eddie expected when he came round was to be sitting on Evan's sofa having their baby here. He was expecting to have a drink, go get Chris and then find (Y/n) tucked up in bed. This was going to be a surprise for Chris. He thought he would be having a sleepover with Evan when (Y/n) had the baby. Now he would find out his baby brother or sister had been born without anyone else knowing. Delievered by his uncle Buck.

"I know y… you love surprises," (Y/n) heaved in between pushes, closing her eyes so she could lean into Eddie's touch as he laughed into her hair.

She pulled her knees up a little higher and leaned forward, feeling grateful when Eddie leaned with her. He was like a backboard keeping her up straight and letting her lean her weight onto him so she didn't have to think or bother with holding herself upright.

"And the head's out, take a breath. Then little pushes, okay? You're doing great (Y/n)."

(Y/n) tried to nod and it was a relief to see Evan smiling broadly while his attention was focused on the baby. Just a little more effort, and she would have a baby in her arms. All the pain would be worth it when she saw their baby and watched Eddie hold them.

"(Y/n)… hey, you're doing great, but I need you to keep pushing as swiftly as you can for me, okay?"

Her hands tightened around Eddie's and crushed his fingers into her palms when she noticed Evan wasn't smiling anymore. He looked focused, pale, wrought with tension and a sudden need for things to move quickly.

"Buck, what's wrong?" Pressing a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek, Eddie held her tighter and tried to lean over her shoulder so he could look down at Evan. Trying to see what had him so rattled.

"Cord's round the neck." Evan nudged the towel on (Y/n)'s thighs back a little so Eddie could just about see the problem, but (Y/n) couldn't. She was too busy panting to strain enough to hear what he whispered. He didn't want to panic her because she might stop pushing or lose momentum in a panic.

He couldn't risk moving the cord now when there wasn't enough of the umbilical cord exposed and Evan didn't want to pull on it at all.

"Keep going, mi amor. So close now, keep pushing, good girl."

(Y/n) closed her eyes and smothered her face in the side of Eddie's neck, leaning back into him as much as she could until she almost pushed him down on his back. She could feel her feet fidgeting against the floor, anxious to try and push up or move or slide against the floor. She wanted to move, to do anything to relieve the tension and get this over with.

Her breaths came out in small pants and she all but screamed just as Evan lifted the towel and started to nod rapidly. "You've done it!"

When she felt Eddie leaning over her shoulder again, (Y/n) tried to look up at him, but he wasn't smiling. His brows were furrowed and he was watching Evan closely like a hawk.

She brought a trembling hand up to cradle the side of Eddie's jaw, feathering her shaky fingers across his sharp jawline flecked with stubble. "W-what's wrong?" She tried to look between Eddie and Evan to find out the problem, but her stomach tensed when she finally managed to catch a glimpse of the baby on Evan's lap.

Her stomach tensed as she watched him quickly unravel the cord that had pressed around the baby’s neck, but (Y/n) didn’t know if it had been tight or rather loose. She didn’t know if that had happened during the struggle of labour or if possibly it had been like that before. But it couldn’t have been, she felt the baby moving so it couldn’t have been strangling them for very long.

"Alright, there we go." Evan seemed to be speaking to himself more than to the couple in front of him as he fumbled to grab the pair of scissors from the coffee table. He hastily clamped and cut the cord before he turned the baby on their side so he could rub his hand up and down their back to get them breathing.

(Y/n) felt her chest heaving as she tried to regain back the breaths that she had lost but her eyes were focusing on Evan as much as they could with the tears beginning to distort her vision. The moment a small cry flooded through the air, she felt like she was going to faint.

She felt Eddie's wet lips smother the side of her head and he started to sway them from side to side as they tried to catch another glimpse of their baby.

"It's a girl." Evan wrapped the towel tightly around the little girl on his lap while he rubbed a hand over her back to make sure she wasn't in any state of shock and was still breathing well.

Pushing himself up on his knees, Evan leaned over and ever so gently settled the newborn into (Y/n)’s arms before he grabbed another towel ready for the placenta. At least this part was easier and Evan knew to keep the placenta so a doctor could check it was all there. The last thing they wanted was (Y/n) having a retained piece of placenta and needing surgery to get that out.

(Y/n) could feel a mixture of her and Eddie's tears running down her face when he smothered his lips against her cheek. They had a little girl. They'd had their baby. She was here, and she was okay.

She felt Eddie's arms move around her so his left arm was curved around her waist, keeping her pinned and snuggled back into his chest. And his right hand came up to rest on top of their girl with his thumb brushing up and down her chin.

"She's beautiful."

Nodding, (Y/n) glanced up at Eddie and stole a kiss from his lips before she turned to look at Evan. Once he'd bundled the placenta up in a towel, he scrubbed his hands in the water bowl and wiped them up and down his thighs. While he moved to sit down on the coffee table, bumping his knees into (Y/n)'s with a smile like none she had seen on him before.

"Thank you." She nudged his knee, unable to lean and take his hand to thank him properly for what he'd done for them today.

"I guess you can't name her Evan after all then, huh?" He scratched the back of his head and straightened his shoulders out, hearing a sinister crack that jolted up his spine.

"What?"

A frown etched onto Eddie's lips as he looked between his wife and best friend. Why would they name the baby Evan? Eddie had already told Evan months ago that he was not naming his child after him just because they were best friends and because Evan was Godfather.

Biting her lower lip, (Y/n) pressed her cheek into Eddie's shoulder and melted into him. But she couldn't hide her tired smile, especially when Evan was smiling like an idiot in front of her.

"I said if it was a boy, we'd name him after Buck… he- he did just become our midwife."

It was a big consolation that (Y/n) hadn't decided to stay home today. If she did, the emergency services might not have gotten to her quick enough like they clearly hadn't gotten here today. She might have resorted to calling Evan if she had been home alone in labour.

But being here when it happened was a Godsend because Evan knew what he was doing and he had done them the biggest favour in the world by delivering their daughter safely. (Y/n) couldn't have done this on her own and Eddie had barely gotten here in time. They owed Evan for this.

"What about Evelyn?"

(Y/n) looked up at Eddie, surprise pooling in her eyes when she realised her husband was deadly serious. He wasn't trying to tease Evan or make light of the situation. He was honestly suggesting naming their daughter after the Godfather that had just delivered her.

"Really?"

"You just delivered your Godchild, we owe you something." Eddie would have caved if they had a boy and named him Evan anyway. They couldn't thank him enough for helping them today. And this would give Evan something to boast about at the station for the next few weeks.

No one else at the station could say they had delivered a baby and had the baby be named after them. And this was a special occasion, this was his niece for all intents and purposes. Evan had delivered his best friend's baby.

"That's good enough for me."

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