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Because I Care

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, based on an anon request. I'm sorry this took me so long to write for you. I hope you will all like it.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie are having a baby together, but when she starts to feel unwell, she thinks she should deal with it on her own and not worry or inform Eddie. After all, her ex never used to care, not even when she was falling apart.

Enjoy.

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A quiet hum vibrated at the back of (Y/n)'s throat as she nodded her head along to the music playing on the radio.

She began placing a few things down on the vanity, taking full advantage of the fact that Eddie said she could put things wherever she liked now that she was officially moving in with him and Chris. Most of her things were strewn about the bedroom in boxes and bags. She had already put most of her clothes away in the wardrobe.

It was surprising how many clothes Eddie owned. His things were split into his casual items hung up on one side and then the other side of the wardrobe had been all his smart clothes. Button up shirts, the odd suit, ties and such.

She leaned down to the left to grab a few accessories from the box by her feet, but her body shuddered and she gasped when a pair of strong hands suddenly curled around her hips.

She let go of whatever she had been truing to grab and straightened up just as she heard a deep chuckle vibrate through Eddie's chest that was now merging with her back. His lips formed into a smirk and he attached his lips to the side of her neck, tucking himself into her as he tugged her back until she was flush against his front.

He had stayed deathly quiet and managed to sneak his way into the bedroom without alerting her.

"What're you doing?" Her voice was quiet and raspy but she knew exactly what he was doing when she felt his fingertips move up until he had hold of the bottom of her shirt. He dragged it up so his hands could slide beneath her shirt and worm around to her stomach with his elbows pinned into her sides.

"Helping you," He murmured into her neck and gave her shirt another tug until she had to let him pull it over her head.

"Helping me what? I was trying to unpack." He wasn't exactly helping when (Y/n) was in the middle of moving all of her things and organising them so the boxes and bags were empty. Eddie was creating more hassle by removing her shirt and distracting her.

She slowly turned around in his arms, looking him up and down while he stared down at her.

"So am I." His words made (Y/n) grin while Eddie's hands roamed across her bare skin that he now had better access to with her shirt lying forgotten on the floor.

It took some effort to turn around in his arms and she rose a brow when she noticed he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone. Her hands moved to his shoulders while his hands stayed firm on her hips, but Eddie reclined back when he felt (Y/n) press a hollow kiss over his Adam's apple which made him gulp.

He shuddered when she slowly and methodically worked her way down his throat and down the middle of his exposed chest. Each butterfly kiss she pressed to his chest made Eddie's breathing hitch and his head tilted to the right as he watched her, completely enamoured.

When she worked her way back up his chest and pecked the corner of his mouth, Eddie moved.

He bent his knees and leaned down and in one swift motion, Eddie had his hands cupped around the back of (Y/n)'s thighs and he lifted her up off her feet. Her arms coiled around his neck and her legs looped around his back so she was perched low on his torso, feeling his belt rubbing against her thighs.

Her chest shuddered when Eddie placed her down on the dressing table behind her and pressed up between her legs that she kept looped around his hips.

Eddie kept one arm around her waist and moved the other to cup the back of (Y/n)'s neck, tilting her head back so she was looking up at him. He leaned down and stole a kiss from her lips, then another and another until he felt her thighs squeeze around his hips.

She felt his hands wriggle their way round to the back of her jeans and he managed to slip his fingers beneath them, making her gasp at his cold touch. She smoothed her thumb up and down his jaw when Eddie leaned to attach his lips back to her neck and she grinned when his teeth grazed her skin. He was going to mark her up.

"I still need to finish unpacking."

"We've got time." Eddie spoke breathlessly against her neck and dragged his nose along her chin as he lifted his head to look at her. He felt the way she tightened her legs around his waist like she was trying to catch his attention. But when (Y/n) moved her hand back to the side of his face and smiled, he grinned.

"Besides, don't you wanna christen the bed?" Something dark flash across Eddie's eyes as he rose a brow, waiting for a response.

It wasn't as if (Y/n) had never stayed the night before, she had stayed round lots of times. The only difference was that now, this was going to be her forever home rather than a home away from home.

When he got a sharp grin as a response, his hands were back on her thighs and he tugged her back onto his hips and lifted her up. He turned around, his lips meshed with hers, and walked over to the other side of the room towards the bed. He swallowed the gasp (Y/n) let out when he leaned her back and flopped her down onto the bed and laid on top of her, resting comfortably between her thighs.

She could feel the hand at the back of her neck tightening until his fingertips were scratching and tangling against her hair. He tilted her head back so she was staring up at him and leaned down and devour her lips.

He was doing well with distracting (Y/n) from the task she had come in here to do and her head started to go fuzzy the longer Eddie kissed her. She had a feeling that if they didn't have to go and collect Chris from school later this afternoon, they would have been in here all day. All night, even.

His lips attached to her neck but he made a very fast path down her neck and between her cleavage, grinning into her skin when he felt her chest suck inwards and noticed how she held her breath, waiting for his next move.

(Y/n) didn't realise she had closed her eyes until it felt like stars were glistening behind her eyelids. She could feel him biting a bruise into her skin before he tilted his chin down a little more so his nose brushed against the dark mark he'd created as if he was making it better.

"Eddie…" She tilted her head to one side and mustered up enough strength to prop herself up on her elbows so she could look over at him.

He paused in his administrations, his dark eyes locked onto hers and his blushing lips slightly parted which made him look even more devouring.

"I need to unpack before Chris comes home… help me, then it won't take as long. And you can do whatever you like after that." Resorting to bargaining seemed to be (Y/n)'s only choice. They told Chris (Y/n) would be moving in and he had been so happy, but they also promised that since this was going to be their first night together officially moved in and a family, that they would go out for tea.

That meant they wouldn't have time to finish tidying up and unpacking once Chris came home. It needed to be done now so everything was finished. If Eddie helped, it would be done twice as fast and there would be time before they had to get Chris to pick up where they left off.

There was a clear debate in Eddie's eyes, but when (Y/n) moved her hand to signify to the few items of clothing and items scattered on the bed, he relented.

His lips attached back to hers with fever and he almost pushed her back down with his force and the love hiding behind his touch. But when he leaned back, he let (Y/n) sit up properly again.

"Hm, suppose so." Each word was muttered so close to her lips that (Y/n) could taste them and the lust in his voice. It was intoxicating.

(Y/n) felt suddenly empty and cold when Eddie slowly climbed off of her and got back to his feet. She watched him as he pulled at his shirt where the buttons were undone like they were suddenly irritating him. And after a silent debate, Eddie pulled off his shirt and tossed it beside her on the bed. It was annoying him, and he didn't really need it on until they were planning to leave the house anyway.

He cast a smirk over in (Y/n)'s direction before he crouched down and started to move the boxes and open them.

He knew (Y/n) would tell him where she wanted everything, and she wouldn't object to Eddie taking a look and seeing what might look good in certain rooms around the house.

(Y/n) shuffled off the bed, not bothering to put her shirt back on, she stayed in her jeans and bra while she gathered the books from the bedside table and moved towards the door. Eddie had a few books in the living room near the fire place, she could put hers there too and have a combined collection.

She grabbed a box of ornaments from beside the door and headed into the living room.

The books all looked lovely, different sized hardbacks and a few paperbacks lined up together in (Y/n)'s own little order of size and colour. She went around the room placing little ornaments and trinkets here and there, wondering how long it would take Eddie and Chris to notice each one. She nodded to herself when it was all done and slowly trailed back towards the bedroom.

Eddie had put a few things around the bedroom, (Y/n) could see that, but the way he was sat on the end of the bed with a box in his hands made her curious. He looked completely entranced by something. There was a faraway look in his eyes and his head was slightly angled to the right.

Both his hands were softly tapping against the box on his lap and he had one foot jittering and tapping up and down against the laminate floor.

"What have you found?" Her lips curved into a smile, right until Eddie looked up at her.

He looked panicked. The way his wide eyes locked on her and how he seemed to hold his breath and swallow harshly made (Y/n)'s smile fade. Eddie looked like he had stumbled upon a box of secrets. If there had been anything of (Y/n)'s that she wanted to hide from Eddie, she wouldn't have brought it in, she would have left it in her car or a safe place. She didn't have anything to hide from him.

"What is it?"

"I didn't mean to pry." The softness in Eddie's voice was oddly soothing yet unsettling at the same time.

He shuffled along the end of the bed a little so he could set the box down in between them when (Y/n) perched down next to him to see what he was looking at.

(Y/n) tried to smile as she leaned forward and peered into the box. She rummaged around to see what Eddie had found, but her heart jumped into her throat when she looked inside.

Oh. He had found that box.

Eddie watched her carefully, unsure whether he had unintentionally touched a nerve by opening this box. He waited for (Y/n) to make the first move, to either open the box or to shove it to one side and tell him she didn't want to talk about it. Although he couldn't help the curiosity that was dwelling up inside of him along with the sympathy pooling in his eyes for her.

He leaned a little closer when (Y/n) reached into the box and when she picked out a picture and handed it to him, he took it carefully, not wanting nor daring to crease the preserved paper.

"It was a boy." (Y/n) wanted to smile, but her heart wouldn't allow it.

Something about the way Eddie traced his thumb along the scan photo made her heart surge.

She watched Eddie observe the photo and trace the pad of his finger along the writing in the top right corner. She knew he was looking at the date; silently working out when this had happened. Two years before she met Eddie.

"Can I ask what happened?" Eddie didn't want to overstep the mark, but he couldn't help also wanting to know what (Y/n) had been through. He loved her. They were moving in together and Eddie had been thinking non-stop about getting engaged. If that were going to happen, he wanted (Y/n) to open up with him. He had opened up about his experience in the army and how that affected him. He needed to understand her trauma too so he could help.

He handed the photo back to (Y/n) but he was surprised when she exchanged it in the box and shakily held out a blanket to him. She was opening up. She was happy for Eddie to look through the few keepsakes she had because they were important to her.

"He was stillborn, I was only twenty-five weeks so… the doctors didn't know why I had him early."

Eddie knew something had happened. He knew when they had been together for a few months and the topic of kids came up. It was clear that it was a subject (Y/n) didn't feel comfortable talking about. And during a passing conversation, Eddie remembered her casual words.

'I was pregnant once… it didn't work out.'

That had been enough to keep Eddie from approaching the subject any other times. He had been waiting until (Y/n) felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it, and it seemed like she was ready now.

When Eddie looked down at the blanket in his hands, something tugged at his heart like a hand seizing his arteries when he saw the small embroidery in the corner. Leo.

He found himself murmuring "It's a sweet name," while his thumb traced the golden thread.

"I chose it, my… Lewis didn't want to name him, but I did." (Y/n) began to ring her hands out and tangle her fingers together on her lap. Exes had been a sore subject to talk about between them. Shannon had been Eddie's one and only proper ex, all the rest were little flings from high school which didn't exactly count.

And the only lasting relationship (Y/n) had was with her ex partner Lewis, and he had been horrid. It was such a change to be with someone like Eddie. Someone who cared, who didn't belittle her or become distant and uncaring and cruel with twisted words. Eddie was the best thing to happen to (Y/n).

Eddie looked down when (Y/n) leaned her head on his shoulder and he pressed his lips to the back of her head.

"Where'd you want to put his things?" There was a small photobook with the scan photos and the few photos (Y/n) got of Leo when he was born. Along with the few clothes she bought and couldn't bear to part with and two blankets, and a small teddy bear. It wasn't much, but it was all she had of him and it was the things she didn't want to get rid of.

She took a moment to think and debate and when Eddie handed her the blanket back, (Y/n) placed it in the box and leaned forward.

Eddie's brows furrowed when he watched (Y/n) slide the box beneath the bed. That wasn't what he had been expecting. He thought (Y/n) would want the photos in the bedside drawer, somewhere close where she could look at them and have the blanket somewhere visible.

"Amor?" He murmured into her hair when she leaned back into him and he curved his arm around her waist to coil her into his chest.

"I don't like looking at them, I couldn't… I didn't cope, when I lost him and Lewis just made it worse. I couldn't get out of bed one day, I felt so broken, and- and he just sighed. He said it was my own fault."

The way Eddie's chest bristled and tensed against her made (Y/n) wince and close her eyes tight. But she was relieved when he looped his other arm over her chest so she was thoroughly encased in his embrace.

"Looking makes me remember."

It wasn't remembering her baby that was the problem and Eddie could see that. He knew the part she didn't want to remember was how Lewis had been with her and how broken she had felt during that period of her life. She was at a much better place now, remembering that sorrow only made (Y/n) feel like she was being dragged back down that rabbit hole again.

"Okay." Eddie moved his hand up to cup the side of (Y/n)'s jaw while he peppered a few kisses to her temple.

He couldn't understand people like Lewis. He couldn't fathom how they could be so cold and heartless, especially when a loved one was suffering. (Y/n) had been in the worst place in her life, and he acted like it was all her own doing. He didn't seem to grieve, he didn't get angry like (Y/n) or feel hopeless or like he had lost something so important that he couldn't live without.

Losing the baby had been but a minor inconvenience to him and Eddie couldn't wrap his head around someone like that. If Eddie had been in his place, he would have felt broken. He would have done his best to hold (Y/n)'s broken pieces together and put her first and try to help her. He wouldn't leave her or blame her like that.

"You know you're safe with me, don't you baby? I would never treat you like that." Eddie wasn't sure why, but he felt an overwhelming urge to make sure (Y/n) knew that something like that would never happen again. He wouldn't allow it.

He rested his cheek on top of her head when he felt her lips kissing over his pulse whilst his hand stayed cupping the side of her face. And he was sure he could feel her smiling against his skin.

(Y/n) wanted to smile at the memory that flashed to the front of her mind as she walked down the hall and aimed for the kitchen. Her fingers pulled at her sleeves until they were covering her hands and she coiled her arms around her waist.

Her eyes set on Eddie immediately. He was stood with his back to her, his hips jutting from side to side like a little dance as he washed the dishes.

She kept her steps light as she padded barefoot across the cold floor until she was stood behind him. She knew he hadn't heard her. She knew when she curved her arms underneath his and his chest tightened and he tensed up, he didn't expect her touch.

Her arms wrapped around his upper chest beneath his arms and her hands splayed out on his chest just below his collar bone. She glued her front up against his back and pressed her lips into his shirt between his shoulder blades. And when she pushed up on her toes, she placed a delicate kiss against the back of his neck which made a shiver tear down his spine.

"Hi baby," Eddie spoke softly as he dried his hands on the teatowel. When (Y/n) didn't respond and stayed pressed up against him, Eddie slowly turned around in her arms and pressed his hips up against the counter.

He looped his arms around the back of her shoulders and leaned down to peck her temple.

Adrenaline sparked in Eddie's chest when (Y/n) tilted her head up and caught him in a kiss. He brought his hands round to cup the sides of her face and his thumbs brushed across her cheekbones as she leaned her chest up into him. If it weren't for the counter behind him, they would have fallen to the floor.

When they finally parted, (Y/n) shivered at the feeling of Eddie's lips attaching to the side of her neck. It almost felt normal now to feel his moustache tickling her skin.

It was a new look. (Y/n) had seen Eddie with stubble over the years, and when he'd had time off work he actually started to grow a beard. He couldn't have one at work because they were deemed inappropriate and a fire hazard. But a moustache was different. It was a look that (Y/n) didn't think she would like, but somehow it made Eddie look even more handsome.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as Eddie pushed off the counter so he was stood up straight again, but he was starting to lean more and more into her. She reached one hand up to cup the back of his neck and scratch her nails through the short hairs at the back of his neck which made him growl against her skin.

"Everything okay, baby?" Eddie's lips stayed against her neck for a few moments until (Y/n) pushed forward so her face was burrowed against the top of his chest and her arms looped tightly around the back of his neck.

He wasn't used to (Y/n) being so quiet, usually if she attached herself to him she would say something. Even if it was just to tell him to take her into the bedroom. But she wasn't talking and it was a little worrying.

"I have something to show you." (Y/n) kept her face tucked up against Eddie's neck and she feathered her fingers up and down his neck and the columns of his spine until he was shivering against her.

"Oh, what have you got?" He spoke into her hair as he dragged one hand up to feather his fingers up and down the groove of her spine.

She reeled her upper chest back just enough so that she could look up at Eddie. One arm stayed looped around his neck while her other hand moved to find what she had stuffed into her back pocket. She almost felt afraid to give it to him and find out what his reaction would be. She had done this before, but things had been so different when she was with Lewis.

This was Eddie. This was the one person who told her he loved her and showed her a million different ways that he meant it. This was the man she married six months ago, the one she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Her lips rolled into a thin line and she inched back to lean against the kitchen island while Eddie looked at what she had handed over to him.

A pregnancy test.

Eddie stared at it for a few moments, maybe even a minute, before he set it down and leaned down to cup (Y/n)'s chin. He lifted her head so she was finally looking up at him. Everything was in her eyes. Love, panic and sorrow were swirling around in her eyes like ripples in a lake. All of it flooded her eyes that were already spilling over with tears but when Eddie smiled at her, it made the tears multiply.

She pushed her face back down into his shoulder and looped both arms back around his neck so tightly Eddie could scarcely breathe.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Eddie leant his cheek against the top of (Y/n)'s head and gently started to sway them from side to side.

They had talked about this when they got engaged and again after they got married. They both wanted kids, they had Chris who was like a son to (Y/n), but they still wanted more kids together. Eddie had to make sure it was what (Y/n) wanted and she would be okay if they started trying. After what she had been through, it was normal to be apprehensive and scared.

But they had talked and started trying after they got married. This is the result they had been hoping for, but it was still nerve-wrecking.

"I'm scared." (Y/n) kept her eyes tightly closed and smothered her face into Eddie's shoulder so she wouldn't have to look up at him. The dark voice in the back of her mind told her not to say that, not to say anything at all because the response would be laughter.

At least, it would if she were still with Lewis. He would have told her not to be silly, not to worry and do things right this time and everything would work out.

Instead of laughter or Eddie rolling his eyes and tutting at her or pushing her away, she felt his arms tighten around her. He merged his lips with the top of her head and began gliding his free hand up and down her back. It was okay to be scared, Eddie wouldn't expect anything different.

"That's normal, mi amor. But this is gonna be different; you've got me this time. I'll look after both of you."

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Tears burned in (Y/n)'s eyes when a searing pain burned in her lower abdomen. She set the knife down before it slipped in her shaky grip and her right hand moved to cradle the underside of her bump while her other hand gripped the counter.

Her back arched out and she leaned forward to see if it would do anything to relieve the tension and take the pain away.

It had been coming and going for a while now. It happened before Eddie left to pick Chris up from school and now they were coming back again. It didn't feel like contractions. (Y/n) had been through that before, it was a different kind of burning, stretching pain whereas this was concentrated and aching.

Was she losing another baby?

If the pains got much worse she would have to try and go to the doctor without alerting Eddie.

This was her body, therefore her mistake. If she was losing another baby then it was down to her to get through it and sort this out. And she didn't want to disappoint Eddie. He had been so happy about this baby. Telling Chris, telling his parents and the team.

He would be more upset than Lewis had been.

When the stillbirth happened with Lewis, he had been distant. He didn't breakdown like (Y/n) did. He didn't lose himself or yearn to have their baby back in his arms. He made it clear he thought (Y/n) was the issue, it was her body that hadn't been able to carry their baby. And it was her depression that resulted from that event.

He didn't want to help her and he made it clear that it was her burden to bear, not his. (Y/n) couldn't tell Eddie she was in pain and burden him with this and make him upset if this was her body losing another baby. She didn't want to know how her husband would look at her. She loved Eddie more than anything; she never wanted to hurt him.

"We're back!"

(Y/n) pushed off the counter and straightened up with such a deep breath that her lungs felt like they were going to burst. She tried to breathe through the uncomfortable pains and push them down as much as she could so she could continue making dinner.

Her nails scratched into the handle of the knife to stop it shaking in her grip so she could finish chopping the veg.

She swiped her sleeve beneath her eyes, ridding the few loose tears that trickled down her face when she heard Chris hurrying into the kitchen. He always came to find her when he was home from school if she didn't pick him up.

"Hi!" His voice was elevated and playful and (Y/n) sank her teeth into her lower lip which started to bleed to distract her from the pain that became concentrated when Chris hugged her.

He pressed up into her side with his arms around her waist and his cheek meshing into her bump.

"Hey sweetie, good day?" (Y/n) did her best not to groan and to try and level out her voice as she glanced down at him for a moment. But she had to concentrate on chopping the veg so she didn't cut herself or let Chris see the pain hidden within her eyes.

"Yeah, what you cooking?"

"Oh… um- stir-fry." God, her brain didn't seem to be working. It took longer than it should have to remember what she was even trying to do. Chris was the kind of child who would eat anything, and Eddie was much the same. (Y/n) could cook them anything and they would eat it and ask for more. And considering Eddie wasn't the best chef, he was relieved when (Y/n) seemed very happy and eager to cook and embroil Chris into helping every now and then.

She managed a smile when she heard a cheeky "Yay!" pass Chris's lips but she had to smother a groan when he squeezed her tight again before he let her go. It was clear that (Y/n) was already halfway through making tea and therefore Chris knew he didn't or rather shouldn't chip in. (Y/n) was in the swing of things already.

She was glad when she heard Chris trot off down the hall; it meant she didn't have to try and put on a brave face when she didn't need to. She heard him head into his bedroom, it was routine for him to go and get changed out of his school clothes and wind down by watching tv or playing a video game in his room before tea.

"Hey baby,"

Eddie's hand curved around her hip and his lips smothered the back of her head as he pressed up behind her. He peered over her shoulder, clearly trying to see what she was cooking up. The feeling of his lips against her cheek was comforting and somewhat distracting from the uneasy, concentrated bouts of pain she was experiencing.

(Y/n) leaned back into Eddie's touch so he would know she wasn't ignoring him and she felt another kiss against her neck before he slid to the right to put the kettle on.

Her hands shook as she finished chopping the veg and turned to try and find a frying pan. It pained her to crouch down to search through the kitchen cupboards and her stomach ached when she creased forward with her thighs pressing into her abdomen.

One hand clenched around the countertop to steady herself and the other found the pan she needed, but she barely had the energy to lift it up.

Eddie glanced over to the left and his brows furrowed when he noticed (Y/n)'s stance. Crouched down, leaning into the cupboard, but without moving. It looked like she had gone into some kind of trance. He waited a moment with his head tilted to one side until he watched her slowly reel back up and dump the pan on the counter with a thud.

When she stood back up again, her head lolled forward and spots danced before her eyes.

Another pain rocketed through her stomach like lightning and it made (Y/n)'s hands tighten on the counter until her nails were scratching along the dark marble surface and her elbows started to shake from being locked in place to try and hold her up.

"Baby… you okay?" Eddie set the kettle down and looked back over in (Y/n)'s direction.

He didn't like the way she was pushing forward with her head angled down and her arms quivering like she was frozen cold.

His voice didn't reach (Y/n)'s ears. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool and a horrible whirling noise was ringing through her ears like she had suddenly gone deaf. It was too much effort to keep herself leaning forward on her arms that were like matchsticks about to break. And when a blinding pain tore through her abdomen, all the tension left (Y/n)'s body as her mind seemed to shutdown and restart itself all at once.

"Oh- shit!"

Eddie's ankle rolled the wrong way when he jerked to the left the moment he watched (Y/n)'s knees cave in. His knees locked once he was three steps forward and his arms bolted around (Y/n)'s waist, catching her before she had chance to hit the floor.

He hated how her head folded over his arm like her neck had snapped and he could feel every limb go loose like she was a puppet whose strings had just been cut.

His hands grappled at her waist and he bent his left leg forward so his knee was pressed into the back of (Y/n)'s thighs to keep her leaning on him. He pulled her into his chest and made sure she was secured in his left arm so he could curl his right arm across her front and cradle the back of her neck to tilt her head up.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)… come on," It wasn't often that Eddie found himself saying her name, he said it about as much as he said his own name, which was a rarity.

Relief overwhelmed every one of his senses when he felt her head try and move in his grip and he reeled her closer to his chest so he could go down on his knees with her. He made sure she was sat on the floor with her legs bent properly and he rested the back of her head on his shoulder, moving behind her so he was propping her up.

His left arm stayed cocooned around her waist while he curled his right hand into a fist and began rubbing his knuckles up and down her sternum to bring her back around.

Relief bubbled up inside Eddie's chest when (Y/n) tried to tilt her head to the right until her temple brushed against his chin. He took a moment to press his lips to her forehead, but his brows furrowed and he pulled back so he could move his hand from her sternum to press against her forehead.

She was burning up. And when he watched her slowly start to restart her system and come back around, he realised she was trembling against him.

His hand moved to cradle her face and he brushed his thumb across her cheek while he tilted her head forward and looked down, assessing whether her pupils were dilating and adjusting to the light properly or not.

It took him by surprise how strong and sudden (Y/n)'s grip was when she clenched her hand around his wrist and she shuddered in his arms as she tried to push forward to sit up on her own. But Eddie tensed his arm around her waist and eased her back against his chest. There was no rush, she didn't have to sit up and move about right away.

"Take it easy," He murmured against her temple, but his chest hardened and he sucked in a deep breath. The way (Y/n) was tensing and twitching told him something was wrong; she was in some kind of pain.

He took another look up and down her frame, but he couldn't see any injury or outward signs of pain.

"Baby? Baby, talk to me, what hurts?"

"N-no, I'm okay, it's o-okay,"

(Y/n) clenched her hand around Eddie's wrist and tried again to sit forward and this time, Eddie shuffled up behind her to prop her up a bit better. Her free hand moved down to grip her thigh so she had something else to focus on and some sense of control while her stomach tensed and ached and throbbed like she had been hit with a bat.

"What, no this isn't okay you're not well. Talk to me." Her words confused him. Why was she trying to tell him she was fine when Eddie had just witnessed her collapse? What good was lying to him going to do? It wasn't going to calm him down when he knew something was wrong and she wasn't talking to him.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head like she was trying to dismiss the subject, but she didn't have the will to move out of Eddie's arms just yet. And he was holding her too tightly for her to even think about moving away from him.

Another crippling pain twinged in her stomach and (Y/n) couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath and her stomach pulled in. She tried not to make it noticeable when she moved her hand up along her thigh until she could press it against the base of her stomach, trying in vain to make the pain go away.

She didn't want Eddie to see her in pain. She didn't want him to know that something might be wrong. This was her body therefore her fault if something went wrong or happened to the baby.

Eddie saw.

He saw the way she tensed and the flash of pain that danced across her face and the moment he noticed her hand moving to her stomach, he sighed and tilted his head back.

"Chris, go get in the car we're heading out." His voice hollered down the hall before he moved his hands to grip either side of (Y/n)'s waist.

"Eddie, no-"

"You've just collapsed and I know something's causing you pain. We're going to the hospital."

"I'll go, y-you stay with Chris."

Again, her words confused him and Eddie's lips pulled into a dark frown as the end of his nose scrunched up. Why was she trying to push him away? Why wouldn't she admit she wasn't well and just let Eddie help her? He wasn't going to stay home worrying and let her make her own way to the hospital.

"I don't think so." The deep tone in his voice made (Y/n) advert her gaze and lower her head. "Chris can stay with Abuela, and I'm staying with you."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes and began to trickle down her face before she leaned forward and smothered her hands against her face. If Eddie came with her and something went wrong, she would see. (Y/n) would see his disappointment or worse still, she would break and crumble while Eddie had to witness it.

This was her burden to bear, this was something she was supposed to do alone, not something to upset and bother Eddie with.

She leaned forward with her elbows pressing into her waist but she whimpered when she felt Eddie's lips attaching to the back of her head and his chest moulded over her back. Why was he being so understanding? Why did she feel so guilty?

***

(Y/n) leaned her head to the right as her eyes focused in on her stomach and her hands began feathering up and down her bump like she was drawing patterns into her skin.

Somehow, it didn't feel right. It didn't seem to ring true in her ears that for now, everything was okay. At least, everything was under control. The pains had continued when Eddie brought her down to the emergency room after they dropped Chris off with his Abuela who was rather eager to have him stay with her for company.

When she got checked over and taken for an ultrasound, part of (Y/n) believed history would be repeating itself. Of course, it had been different last time. She had gone into labour with no pre-warning signs and nothing had been wrong before that day.

But she thought that these pains were the start of something bad. That maybe there wouldn't be a heartbeat when they got the ultrasound or they would be told that she had to have the baby now for some medical emergency.

(Y/n) hadn't expected to be told that the baby was okay, and she'd suffered a placental abruption. Which meant bedrest from now on because they were only twenty-seven weeks, and (Y/n) needed to get to thirty-five weeks so the baby wouldn't be premature and they had much better odds of everything turning out fine.

Her fingers continued to dance over her shirt and she stroked her thumb over the spot where she felt the baby kicking a few minutes ago.

But her head lifted and she froze when she watched Eddie walk back into the room.

"Is Chris okay?" Her voice sounded oddly meek and nimble and she could barely keep her eyes on Eddie.

He looked rattled, and not because of the phone call he'd just made to his Abuela to check she was okay to have Chris for the night so Eddie could stay here with (Y/n). He didn't want to go home and leave her on her own for twenty four hour observation. Not when she had been acting strangely and he could see she was taking this news in a different way than he was. There was something upsetting her and Eddie didn't want to leave her.

But as (Y/n) watched him walk over to her, she almost felt worried. His expression was almost blank, except for the concentrated look in his eyes and the colour rushing to his cheeks. His jaw was locked tight with the muscles popping at the tip of his jaw, level with his ears.

"He's happy to have a sleepover." Eddie tucked his phone into his back pocket and closed the door behind him before he advanced towards the bed.

He grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and dragged it across so he could sit down as close to the bed as humanly possible. Until his knees were pressing into the metal bedframe. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs and clasped his hands together tightly beneath his chin while his head angled up in (Y/n)'s direction.

"Alright baby, spill."

"W-what?"

"Something's wrong here, you're not telling me something so please start explaining."

Eddie wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to sit and pretend that this was okay when there was clearly something playing on (Y/n)'s mind. He wanted to know what was wrong and this was the perfect opportunity since they had a while to sit here in observation. Especially since Chris wasn't around to listen in, they could have a clear conversation.

When he didn't get a response, Eddie straightened up and shifted his hands to start running them up and down his thighs instead.

"Come on baby, why didn't you tell me you didn't feel well? How long were you in pain for?" If she wasn't going to start then Eddie would strike up the conversation and ask the questions he needed the answers to.

He didn't like the way (Y/n) wouldn't look over at him. she kept her head tilted down and continued to trace her hands up and down her stomach like it was a way to stay calm and soothe herself.

"I thought… I didn't-" The right words didn't seem to be coming to mind and each explanation (Y/n) tried to come up with made her cringe.

"You thought what, that I didn't need to know?" Confusion flooded Eddie's voice as he tried to fill in the gaps, but he wasn't understanding.

"No, that you- I don't know, you might not…"

"Care?"

Something horrid twisted in Eddie's stomach when (Y/n) nodded. He could feel bile rising at the back of his throat and his face completely fell while his shoulders dropped down like he had suddenly lost all composure as if his bones had turned to jelly.

How could she think that? How could she think that her being in pain or having complications with the baby wouldn't make Eddie panic? How could she think that he wouldn't care about something as dire and important as that?

"What did I do, to make you think I wouldn't care?" His voice was quiet and the broken tone to his words made (Y/n) cringe and had tears freely falling down her face.

"It's my job to look after the baby, I didn't- I didn't do that last time. Lewis wasn't- he was disappointed, in me, when I lost them. He didn't care, like I did." It was hard to explain when (Y/n) didn't know how to put it into words that would make sense; words that Eddie would understand when she didn't even comprehend it fully.

(Y/n) was the one carrying the baby. She was the one who was supposed to protect them and nurture them and if something went wrong, that was her fault. It was down to her to sort it or deal with the aftermath, it was on her, not Eddie.

That was the way she thought about it because that was the way it had been last time. That was the only experience (Y/n) had to compare this to.

"He didn't care, like at all? He didn't help you through that?" Eddie scraped the chair closer as if he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hear her answer.

The way she shook her head and kept her eyes on her stomach made Eddie's lips falter into a hollo, gaping expression. What kind of person was her ex to let her suffer through that alone? How could he not care that (Y/n) had been struggling? How could he not care enough that he'd lost his own child, that (Y/n) had lost something so precious and close to her?

"I said it was my fault, and he agreed. He brushed it off, said I… I couldn't even keep a baby. I felt so bad, Eddie, I wanted my baby, but he-"

He didn't seem bothered.

That was the only way (Y/n) could comprehend and remember the situation.

Lewis had been the type who didn't fuss if (Y/n) had ever been sick or ill or if she hurt herself. He never took care of her, not in the way Eddie had. And when she had complications and lost the baby, it didn't seem to make an impact on him. He barely held her through that experience, he didn't console her, he was distant like it wasn't his job or something he wanted to do to help (Y/n) through that.

(Y/n) had been in a dark place and one day when she cried and said that she felt like it was her fault she lost the baby, Lewis agreed.

He said he believed that too and he let (Y/n) dwell and go further down that rabbit hole until she was completely shrouded in darkness.

He made her feel unworthy of everything; of comfort, of love, even affection.

"I didn't tell you, a-about the pains, I thought that was down to me to deal with. I thought I'd let you down," Tears ran down the bridge of her nose and soaked her cheeks. "I didn't know y-you'd worry."

"You- Christ," Eddie knotted his fingers in his hair and gave a few sharp tugs on each strand until his scalp burned and it distracted him from the way his vision was blurring with his own tears that began to fall.

She didn't think he would worry.

She honestly believed that despite how Eddie had tried to show her how much he loved her and how happy he was about the baby, she believed he wouldn't care. Her ex had done that much damage and brainwashing to her to make her think that anyone else she was with also wouldn't give her their affection or their time and love.

"I'm not w-worth much, if I can't even have a baby." She cried harder when Eddie's hand was suddenly enveloped around hers and when he pressed her knuckles to his lips, she started to tremble.

"That's not true. Before you got pregnant, you were still worth the world to me, and to Chris."

"I'm sorry-"

"No, no (Y/n) I'm not looking for an apology here." Eddie pushed up off the chair so he could sit down on the side of the bed and be as close to her as possible. "What he did to you was wrong, you didn't deserve any of that. I thought I made it clear how much you and this baby mean to me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into Eddie's touch when his hand cradled the side of her face. She gripped his wrist and leaned forward until she could smother her face in his shirt. She didn't want to look up and see the tears in his eyes, but she wanted Eddie as close as she could get him right now.

Both her hands shifted so she could scrunch his shirt up in her palms and she almost whimpered when she felt his lips merging with the top of her head.

"If you're not well, I expect you to tell me because I care. I care so fucking much about both of you. This is our baby," He felt the way (Y/n) shivered when one hand cupped the back of her neck and the other moved down to cradle her stomach. "And you, mi amor, are so important to me."

He traced his thumb up and down her bump while he spoke each word against her temple since her cheek was now tucked up against his shirt like she was listening to his heart to check that it was beating out a rhythm especially for her.

If Eddie had to tell (Y/n) every day for the rest of his life just how much she meant to him and how much he loved and valued her, then that's what he would do. He would tell her until she believed him and then he would keep telling her so she wouldn't dare forget.

Eddie didn't truly know what she had gone through with her ex, but he knew that this relationship was different. He loved every part of (Y/n) and he valued her higher than anything in the world. And he loved this baby too. She had to understand that Eddie was going to care, probably too much, especially if she wasn't well or something was wrong.

"Look at me," He whispered softly while he cupped her chin to tilt her head up in his direction. "If you're not well, you can't hide that from me. If something's wrong, you tell me, if you're sick, you let me take care of you. You don't do any of this alone, under any circumstance. We're a team, understand?"

(Y/n) wasn't sure she could use her voice anymore so she settled for nodding up at him with the deepest look of love in her eyes.

Her chest felt like it was fit to burst with the amount of adrenaline coursing through her system and her lungs were on fire when Eddie captured her in a kiss and stole every ounce of air from her lungs. She could feel his thumb tracing her chin and across her lower lip and she couldn't help but lean forward into him which made him smile against her lips.

And when she took his hand and pressed his palm to her stomach where she felt a round of kicks, his lips curved into the widest grin she had ever seen.

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Do You Trust Me

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: During a power outage that strikes the whole city, (Y/n) goes into labour right on her due date. And Eddie has to deliver their baby.

Enjoy.

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Eddie adjusted the watch strapped to his wrist as he slowly headed through the hall towards the bedroom. He shimmied his wrist from side to side, feeling a smile pulling at his lips when he walked into the room and his eyes set on his wife.

She was stood in front of the dressing table, wearing only her bra and a pair of leggings while she gathered her hair up in a loose bun.

Keeping his steps light, he walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist with a catfish grin when (Y/n) jumped against him.

His hands moved to cup her bare stomach with his elbows pinned 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 only going to wind her up because he was getting ready to leave 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 bit down harsh enough to draw 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 against her skin when he felt the baby start to move and kick against his hand.

(Y/n) let herself sink into his touch just a little bit longer, relishing in his embrace until she finally knew if she didn't move, neither of them were going to. She twisted in his arms to break out of his loving embrace and made a wobbly beeline for the bed.

She barely managed to sit down before Eddie was stood between her legs, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her chin so he could tilt her head back and steal her lips in a kiss. 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 hip and he leaned forward into her until (Y/n) had to recline and press one hand down into the bed to stabilise herself.

"Baby you need to go to work." (Y/n) strained to lean her head back until her lips were level with his but not touching so she could get the words out in between feverish kissses.

(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 and with his knees pressing into her thighs, he looked mesmerising.

Lifting her arms, she looped them around his neck and reeled him closer so she could bury her face in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a few minutes and (Y/n) relished in the touch and breathed in his scent and that signature cologne that made her knees go weak. She knew he had to get going soon or he wouldn't be on time for his double shift at the station. He would be at work today, right through into the night and then finish sometime tomorrow; before lunch, hopefully.

"Are you sure you'll be okay without me?" His words were playful but there was a hint of worry woven into his tone.

"I'm sure I'll sleep with the bed to myself, and no fireman practically pushing me out the bed." Her tongue poked between her lips in a cheeky grin when Eddie moved his hand down to swat her inner thigh and his brow raised in a playful challenge.

They both knew she was only joking.

Eddie may be a light sleeper, but he had vivid dreams and the odd nightmare, and he moved a lot in his sleep. (Y/n) had grown used to him constantly tossing and turning, finding a leg wedged between hers or an arm flinging into her waist. And he seemed to levitate to her side of the bed a lot, but she found it comforting when he wrapped himself around her.

Although he had tried his best these last few months not to fling himself around too much when he slept. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hit or push (Y/n) in his sleep when she was pregnant.

Her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head while he grinned and pecked her temple.

"Hm, not what I meant, baby. Your due date is tomorrow, I don't want you overdoing anything or going into labour without me here."

A shiver tore down (Y/n)'s spine and she loosened her arms around Eddie's neck when he bent down until he was crouching between her legs. His hands moved to her legs and he gently raked his fingers up and down her thighs, 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 and be away from (Y/n) all day and night if she felt uneasy or felt like she might go into labour. Her due date was tomorrow and after this double shift, Eddie would have the next five days off. He had pulled a stunt of doubles so he had five days off in a row for (Y/n)'s due date. And if she didn't go into labour within those days, they would be seeing the midwife anyway.

As soon as (Y/n) had the baby, Eddie would be off on annual leave for two weeks to be home with her, Chris and their new addition.

And Eddie knew his wife. He knew she would be tidying up today and busying herself. She would overdo it without realising and Eddie didn't want her doing that and then going into labour with him stuck at work. If she wanted or needed Eddie to stay home, all she had to do was say so.

"No, you go to work. I don't think the baby's gonna make an appearance yet, they seem pretty comfy."

It wasn't as if (Y/n) had mountains of work to do today, she would tidy up a little and then relax until she had to go pick Chris up from school. She wasn't going to be doing anything strenuous.

She didn't feel any different either, her stomach didn't feel lower or tighter, the baby was still wriggling as normal, no excessive movements or feeling like they were shifting down. (Y/n) felt oddly calm because the baby felt settled and didn't seem like they were going to be making an appearance today or tomorrow.

They would stay right here until Eddie came home, (Y/n) just knew it.

"You're 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 shifted up to cup her hips.

"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. "Don't you get any ideas, you stay right here until I come home." He peppered his lips up and down her stomach while his thumbs stroked along her back.

He had been rather surprised that (Y/n) hadn't gone into labour already. Shannon had been two weeks early when she had Chris and when his sisters had their kids, none of them reached their due date. Eddie only had one relative who had been a week overdue, and she had gone to the hospital to induce labour to be safe.

Eddie didn't want to go down that road. He was happy they had gotten this far, no premature baby to worry about and fret over and everything had been smooth sailing so far. But he couldn't bear waiting much longer. He hoped that after tomorrow, something would just click in (Y/n)'s body and she would go into labour so they didn't have to worry. Then they wouldn't have to panic for the next week about waiting for labour and having to go to the hospital for labour to be induced.

They needed the baby to arrive within the week.

***

Tilting his head back, Eddie dragged his fingers through his tangled locks of hair and stretched his shoulders out, hearing his spine click into place as he walked past the kitchen. His lips curled at the smell of the food sat bagged on the kitchen floor and the few tuppaware boxes laid out on the countertops.

The power had gone out.

All across the city, there was a worldwide power outage and that meant no charges, no electricity, no cooking appliances worked. Such as the fridge and freezer. They had bagged the frozen food and placed them in the inventory room at the back where they would defrost very slowly. The food from the fridge had been sorted into perishables that they couldn't eat and any food that needed eating was laid out on the counter for people to pass and take as they pleased.

Buck had busied himself finding the torches, LED lights and giving out the portable charges to distribute between everyone.

Eddie had made a few calls to (Y/n) to check on her and Chris who wasn't at school because of the panic and chaos right now. He wanted to go home. Eddie had been here all morning to help with the frenzy and it was now past lunchtime, and he was still here.

Cracking his neck from side to side, Eddie grabbed the railing and turned to head down the stairs just as Bobby's voice sounded throughout the station.

"Okay, everybody line up please."

He heard a few chorus groans and murmurs as everyone scrambled to line up in front of the truck. Eddie heard Chimney walking behind him and he watched Buck get up from the desk where he had been doing some audits and scribblings to try and help keep things organised. If everything in here wasn't organised, Buck would have a tantrum.

Eddie nodded at Buck as he fell into line next to him and moved his hands to plant them on his hips. He could tell already from the look on Bobby's face that this wasn't going to be a fun pep-talk and they weren't going to get any good news either. That was obvious.

"Okay," Bobby clapped his hands together and dragged his eyes up and down them all as he tried to find out how to word this. "This power-outage is an ongoing situation, and it's likely that it won't be sorted anytime soon."

Murmurs and annoyed faces were shared between them all. They had hoped it would be a minor inconvenience, an hour or two, and then things would go back to normal.

"Without power, people are going to be panicking. We're gonna get a lot of calls, people stuck in lifts, buildings with automatic locking systems going haywire. A few calls from some of the older generation needing some help, and if this continues into the night, then there will no doubt be some traffic accidents to deal with."

A lot of people would call the emergency services because they had no power, they would be asking how to cook without power, how to charge their phones. People without real emergencies would clog the lines wanting to know why the tv wasn't working or find the nearest place with power or a generator.

The elderly were likely to need more assistance and help and that was part of the job. They would deal with people injuring themselves trying to get power, people doing silly things with extension leads, people falling and having accidents in the dark.

And a lot of car accidents would happen at night with no road lights making it harder to see people and animals and sharp bends and speed signs. They were in for a long ride.

"And, I'm afraid, with this being a big far spread issue, we have to go to emergency protocols. I need all of you here at the station for the number of emergencies we're going to be called out to. Everyone is now staying on shift, you'll do rotations and get a few hours to sleep in the bunker room and to wash and call your families."

The outraged groans and stomping feet made Bobby wince and he nodded, holding his hands up. He understood. He wasn't going anywhere either. He would much rather be going home in an hour to be with Athena and have a break, but he couldn't. They were all needed during this state of panic and that meant they would be living here until the power came back on.

They had the bunker room and a few extra cot beds had been made up in there. Clothes could be washed and changed here, the extras were all being pulled out the inventory room. They had ample showering space, they had food and reserves. It would be rotated shifts so everyone got a break, but they had to stay at the station and be on standby ready to go out again at a moment's notice.

Bobby wasn't cruel and he wasn't doing this on purpose. If anyone had a family emergency they could go. If anyone was concerned about their families, they would make welfare checks en-route to other calls. They could all have their phones on them and take calls and messages and speak to loved ones, that was no issue.

They just had to remain here.

"Oh no." A sudden thought dawned on Eddie which made his heart rocket ten times faster in his chest that was starting to seize up.

(Y/n).

How could Eddie stay here for the next few hours, possibly even days, and leave (Y/n) and Chris?

Her due date was today. She was exactly nine months pregnant and about to go into labour at any moment. Eddie couldn't just live at the station and pray the baby would know he wasn't there and wait for him to come home. What if (Y/n) went into labour without him? What if that happened and she had no battery on her phone to call him?

"Cap, I- " Eddie tangled his fingers in his hair while his other hand clenched down on his hip until the bone was aching from the contact and he was sure he was about to dislocate the ball joint.

How did he ask this without seeming like a prick? How did he broach the subject without coming across as rude or privileged? Eddie knew everyone else had families. Chimney had Maddie and Jee waiting at home for him. Hen had Karen and Denny. Buck had a girlfriend, as did Ravi and Bobby had Athena and May. They all had their families who they couldn't be with right now and Eddie in no way thought his family and commitments were more pressing or important. But his circumstances were different.

"Can I bring (Y/n) and Chris to the station while the power's out?"

There. He blurted it out before he lost the courage or started to overwhelm himself with panicked thoughts.

"It might be safer to have them stay at home, we're gonna be pretty busy here." Bobby's tone was gentle and the manner in which he tipped his head to the side almost made Eddie feel bad for asking.

He knew the station was going to be busy. They were going to have a lot of workers buzzing about the place, people trying to keep track and stock the ambulance and the trucks ready to roll. People dealing with the thawing food, people cleaning up and trying to catch some sleep and flitting about wanting to get charging packs to call their families.

The public might come here to try and get some help, friends and family might swing by to check on loved ones. It was going to be busy, but Eddie was desperate. He needed his family down here.

"No, I know, but… Bobby it's (Y/n)'s due date today. If we're all staying here for God knows how long, I'd rather have them here. If she goes into labour now while I'm not there, with no power, I…"

"It's her due date today?" When Eddie nodded, he watched Bobby's expression dampen and the Captain ran his hand up and down his freshly shaved jawline. "Okay, go get them and bring them here, we'll play it safe. Better to have a baby here with medics around than alone at home."

"Thank you." The relief was evident in Eddie's brown orbs and he ran his sweaty palms up and down his sides, refraining from calling (Y/n) right here and now.

"You and Buck have been on a double shift already, both of you head home, get changed and grab whatever you need then come back."

The pair of them had been here the longest, it was only fair that Bobby let them head home if Eddie was going to bring (Y/n) and Chris down here. They could both head home, get changed and find anything they needed and bring everything back with them. As long as they were reasonably quick about it.

"Let's go." Buck patted the back of his hand against Eddie's shoulder and ticked his head to the side.

The pair of them wasted no time grabbing their bags from their lockers and once Buck had his keys, they hurried to his jeep and were on the road.

At least Chris was going to enjoy himself. Eddie could picture the moment he walked through the door and told his son to go pack a bag for a sleepover down at the station. Having (Y/n) there would certainly calm down Eddie's raging nerves. If she went into labour, there would be people surrounding her, equipment and medics. The only thing Eddie was nervous about was the fact that he would still technically be working.

He could be stuck out on a call with (Y/n) giving birth at the station without him, but that was highly unlikely. If she went into labour, they would have time to spare, this was her first pregnancy. And anyone could get hold of Eddie on the radio and get him to come back to the station.

He was close to rattling like a pill bottle when Buck pulled up outside his home.

"I'll head home for some stuff, then I'll swing back round in about twenty minutes and pick you all up. That okay?"

"Perfect, see you soon." Eddie clapped Buck on the shoulder before he grabbed his bag and hopped out the jeep.

He pelted up the drive before Buck had even pulled off the curb and he fished his keys out his pocket, shakily turning the lock and heading inside. It was times like this that Eddie was thankful he didn't have any mod-cons in his home. He couldn't imagine having a house that verified people going in and out and had AI built in. What would they do in this situation? Could they get in and out of the house, or would the lock freeze and only work once the power came back on?

"Amor… Chris? I'm back, you both okay?"

He trudged through the hall and looked round the house. The living room was dark from the rain clouds rolling in outside, but (Y/n) had made provisions. She had lit candles all around the living room and turned on the battery lanterns they had which had previously only been for decoration.

He could see she had found the battery radio which was laid out on the coffee table and when he peeked into the dining room, there were colouring books and puzzle boxes scattered around. She and Chris had been busy in his absence.

"Baby," He called out as he jogged down the hall. He peeked into Chris's room to find him laid on the fluffy rug beside his bed, going through an interactive book that splurted out random facts and had an option to do a mini quiz. It seemed Chris was finding a lot of things to do now he couldn't watch TV or go in his video games.

He left Chris to it and pushed open his bedroom door where figured (Y/n) had to be since he hadn't bumped into her yet.

"Baby-" Eddie was all set to reel off the reason he was back and the fact that they needed to pack a few essentials and head back to the station when Buck came back. But he couldn't find any words when he finally locked eyes on his wife.

She was stood at the end of the bed in her bra and a pair of Eddie's lounge shorts, but it was her stance that bothered him. She had her forearms resting on the bed and her head pressing down into her arms like she was trying to do some strange yoga pose or stretch out her back.

He found himself silently standing in the doorway, waiting for (Y/n) to move or talk or notice him so he could find out what she was actually doing.

He watched the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, bending her knees every now and then when she leaned on the other leg. But when she twisted her head and pressed her cheek into the bed, her eyes locked on him as she looked over her arm and he saw her smile.

"I- I was about to call,"

"Why… amor what are you doing?" He didn't want to sound rude and he tried to keep the confusion out of his voice as he walked over to her and rested his hand on her lower back.

But being this close made Eddie realise that (Y/n) had been crying. He could see tear tracks down her face and her lower lip was bruised, showing she had been biting it out of nervous habit. And with his hand on her back, Eddie could feel the way she was subtly trembling.

"My water broke… oh, Eddie it's happening."

"Oh Dios."

Eddie slid his hand round from (Y/n)'s back to hold her hip while his other hand held onto her arm and he stepped closer to her side.

Right on their due date, what perfect timing.

Thank God he had asked Bobby if (Y/n) and Chris could come down to the station. Thank God he had come home to get them.

He began moving his hand in soothing circles up and down her lower back and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the side of her neck while he tried to think. They had to come up with a different plan of action. He would have to get Buck to take them to the hospital- and drop Chris off with someone if he could get Carla or maybe (Y/n)'s parents to watch him during the power outage. He couldn't just leave Buck to take Chris back to the station if he and (Y/n) weren't going to be there.

"Fuck, right, I- I was gonna bring you and Chris down to the station with me. I'll see if someone can have him, Buck dropped me off, he's coming back so I guess we'll take a detour to the hospital."

"Can we wait i-in the living room? I need to move." (Y/n) tilted her head back and looked up at Eddie through tears that were beginning to stream down her face again. She felt like collapsing and lying in bed but that wouldn't do them any favours if she wouldn't be able to get up again.

She moved one arm off the bed to reach out for Eddie and she managed a smile when he took her hand in his and kept his right arm bound around her back. Once she managed to stand up straight, he reeled her into his side and took some of her weight for her.

"Off we go, amor."

"The bag."

"Bag?"

When (Y/n) pointed behind them towards the closet, Eddie kissed her neck and leaned over to grab the hospital bag they had packed over a month ago. He hooked it on his elbow and went back to holding (Y/n)'s hand and slowly guided her out of the room.

His eyes kept going back to her and he watched the way she arched forward and seemed to shuffle rather than pick her feet up.

"When did your water break?" They shared a look as (Y/n) stared up at him through hooded lashes and Eddie sucked in a deep breath. "Baby, how long have you been in labour?"

He almost dreaded asking. She didn't look like she was just starting to feel contractions, she seemed as if she had been dealing and crying through them for a while now.

"Couldn't sleep last night… I felt sick this morning, then my water broke a while ago. I- I didn't call, I thought you'd be home sooner." She shivered when she felt Eddie's growl tear through her own chest.

She had been in discomfort all last night, but she put it down to being heavily pregnant and missing Eddie. She didn't settle when he did night shifts. But then this morning she couldn't have breakfast because she felt sick, and then she and Chris had to muddle through the power cut and found out that this might be going on for a while, maybe a few days.

She thought Eddie would be coming home soon, she thought he would get to come home for a day and then be drafted back to work. It didn't dawn on (Y/n) that Eddie might be kept on shift throughout this emergency and when it started getting later and later, she knew she would have to call him. But he came home before she had chance, so it didn't matter anymore.

"Let's sit you down. I'm gonna check you over while we wait for Buck."

They barely reached the living room before (Y/n) shuffled Eddie's hand down to the underside of her stomach as she doubled over. Her chest arched forward and her knees bent as she felt the desire to kneel down on the floor so she didn't have to hold herself up anymore.

A broken cry left her lips and tears started to trace down her cheeks again when another contraction tore through her abdomen.

"Eddie…"

"It's okay, I've got you-"

He almost stumbled to his knees when (Y/n) bent down, subsequently pulling his arm down with her. She kept one hand clutching Eddie's forearm while her other hand scraped against the back of the armchair and she used it as leverage to kneel down on the living room floor.

As soon as she was knelt down, (Y/n) pressed her face into the chair so she could cry without the risk of Chris hearing her and becoming frightened. The last thing they wanted was to upset him or make him think something bad was happening.

She arched her back out and leaned more into the chair and she relaxed a little when she realised Eddie was rubbing his hand up and down her back in soothing circles. She felt his lips pressing against the back of her head while his other hand stayed cupping her stomach, trying to help somehow to get her through the contraction.

"Amor, I'm just gonna run into the kitchen and grab something, okay?"

(Y/n) barely heard him and she tried not to cry when Eddie slowly dragged his arm out of her hold and unravelled from around her. When his footsteps hurriedly vanished into the kitchen, (Y/n) moved around a little. Her eyes remained closed while she moved son she was kneeling in front of the chair better, both hands scratching across the pillow at the side of the armrest.

She dragged the cushion down to smother her face against it, letting out deep breaths and grunts as her body started to quiver.

Her body relaxed just a little and she sank further down on her knees that were starting to feel glued to the floor when Eddie crouched down behind her. His hands found her shoulders and his lips attached to the side of her flushed neck, peppering kisses up and down before he leaned round to kiss her cheek.

"Baby, do you think we can sit you on the chair so I can take a look at you?" Eddie squeezed her shoulders while he pressed his chin into the crook of her neck causing shivers to rush through (Y/n)'s nerves.

"Hm?"

"I just want to examine you, see how far along you are so I know what to do when Buck gets here."

"O-okay,"

Eddie figured his wife would have agreed with anything he said, he could see the hazy look in her eyes that made him wonder if she was in her own little world right now. He kissed her cheek again before he looped his hands beneath her arms and slowly pushed up to his feet, lifting (Y/n) with him so he could take her weight for her.

He could see the effort it took (Y/n) to turn and slump down into the chair and once she was sat down, (Y/n) clearly didn't feel comfortable at all.

A broken cry left her lips as her hands clawed at the arms of the chair and she tried to shimmy down causing her head and shoulders to slide down like she was melting on the spot. Her teeth sank down into her lower lip, her eyes fell closed and her bare feet scraped against the floor to keep herself steady when Eddie gripped her knees to stop her moving any further. If she kept going she would slide right off the chair and onto his lap.

He mumbled a quiet "Can I?" and dipped his fingertips into the waistband of the shorts she had stolen from his chest of drawers.

(Y/n) nodded weakly and tried to lift her hips so Eddie could drag them down her thighs. This felt like a strange position for them both to be in, but (Y/n) kept her eyes closed and focused on Eddie's left hand that smoothed across her thigh to try and keep her calm and comfortable.

But the moment she felt him sigh against her knee and shake his head, (Y/n)'s watering eyes snapped open and she nudged her leg against his chest. Silently asking him what was wrong.

"You're more than six centimetres dilated… baby, I- I can't take you to hospital-"

"What? No, no I'm not- you have to! Eddie, baby, please-"

"Mi amor, I can't risk getting you in the car and something going wrong, you could have the baby in the car. When Buck gets here we'll call for an ambulance, but I can't risk it. I'm sorry, amor."

When a horrible, broken cry left (Y/n)'s lips, Eddie pushed up to crouch between her thighs. His hand reached around to cup the back of her neck and he leaned her forward so he could attach his lips to her burning temple. He pressed repeated kisses against her flushed skin, quietly humming and shushing against her skin.

He couldn't get (Y/n) into the car when there were accidents happening all over town and the roads were a mess. If they got into a crash they would be stuck in lumber. If (Y/n) had a complication Eddie had nothing around him and no way of helping her.

But if he and Buck called the paramedics and stayed at home, they had water, towels, scissors, pain relief and an advanced medical kit, curtesy of the fire department. Eddie had more at hand here at home and a safer chance of delivering their baby safely than trying to get down to the hospital.

"I can't!" (Y/n) wailed into Eddie's chest, her broken voice cutting right through to his heart making him shiver.

"Yes you can. I'm right here, and Buck won't be long. I'll get you through this, baby, I promise. I'll take care of both of you. Do you trust me?"

(Y/n) sniffed and managed to nod her head when Eddie tilted his head down to their gazes interlocked and their foreheads pressed together.

He knew what he was doing. He and Buck had delivered their fair share of babies on shift and Eddie had been there for Chris's birth. They would try and get the paramedics here, but for now, (Y/n) would have to make do with Eddie. He was going to be the best person for this situation because he knew how to deliver a baby and he was the only one she would trust. And the fact that he knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand was an added bonus because he knew all the knacks and ways to calm her down.

He would look after her.

"Good girl," He tilted her head back enough to press a wet kiss to her lips before he moved back to crouching between her thighs. "Now, let's see how they're doing, hm?"

(Y/n) did her best to resist the urge to slide down to her knees on the floor again and her hands moved back to grip the arm rests to try and keep herself in place. She fidgeted and shimmied from one side to the other, trying to ward off the discomfort and bite back a cry of agony when it felt like her muscles were being twisted into knots.

Her weary eyes followed Eddie as he knelt down on the floor with her knees pressing into either side of his chest like she was pinning him in place.

She watched him spin round and grab the stethoscope he had brought through from the kitchen. She wasn't too sure why they had one of those lying around the house, but it was something Eddie seemed to have in the medicine cupboard and (Y/n) never questioned it.

Apprehension flooded her stomach when Eddie pressed the cold stethoscope against her exposed stomach and his thumb absentmindedly started to glide across her skin. She shifted her gaze up to Eddie's eyes that were intently glued to her stomach and his head leaned to one side as a soft grin curved at his lips.

"They sound okay in there," He murmured softly before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the top of her bump.

Eddie unhooked the stethoscope from his ears and placed it back down on the table before he spun back round and curled his hands around (Y/n)'s thighs when she groaned. Her back pressed into the chair and her eyes snapped closed as she pressed her chin down into her chest and moved one hand to hastily grab his forearm.

The contraction must have been worse than the others because Eddie felt like she was going to break his arm with her grip and he hated to see her choking down a scream. He knew she was trying not to make too much noise and frighten Chris.

He slid his hands up from her thighs to curve around her waist and his lips attached to her stomach as they waited for the pain to lessen.

"S'okay, you're doing great, amor." His fingers squeezed and glided up and down her skin in a soft, repetitive motion that (Y/n) could feel herself almost getting lost in. She moved her hand from his arm to cup the back of his neck as if making sure he didn't dare pull away from her yet, but he jumped against her when the doorbell rang.

Eddie could see it in her eyes that (Y/n) didn't want him to move. She didn't want to let go of him and his eyes creased as he tried to smile. He pushed forward between her legs until his abdomen was pressing into hers and he pressed a quick but searing kiss to her lips.

He brushed away the tears trickling down her cheek before he pushed to his feet and jogged to the front door.

"Right on time."

Buck smiled and dug his hands into his pockets with a raised brow. Had Eddie missed him? He had been less than an hour, all he did was pack a bag, get changed and grab a quick bite to eat and a drink before he hopped back in the jeep and came down here again.

"I am? Are we all ready to go?" He stepped inside when Eddie turned and beckoned him in, but he couldn't see any bags waiting to go. He had been expecting Chris to be waiting eagerly in the hall because he knew once Chris was told the situation he would be ready to go at the drop of a hat. But Chris wasn't ready, (Y/n) wasn't waiting either and Eddie didn't have any bags laid out to go.

"Change of plan, (Y/n)'s already in labour." Eddie cast a glance over his shoulder, watching the exact moment Buck's smile faded and his hands ripped out of his pockets.

"What? Oh, so, so we're going to the hospital?"

Eddie paused in the doorway to the living room and shook his head. He turned to face Buck with his hands on his hips and a worried expression written across his face.

"Buck, I don't wanna risk it. You saw the traffic, if we head out and get stuck or get in a collision, it's not worth it. She's almost dilated, I gotta call for an ambulance and prepare to have the baby here… and I'll need help."

Buck's eyes glanced around but the moment he noticed (Y/n), almost sliding off the chair onto the floor, clearly in agony, he nodded. They couldn't risk her and the baby's health trying to go out in this mess. Not without an ambulance or any equipment.

"Where's Chris?"

"In his room. Can you call an ambulance and wait with (Y/n) while I go tell him what's happening?"

"Sure." Buck patted his hand down on Eddie's shoulder before he jogged into the living room. A soft smile settled across his face and he perched down on the edge of the coffee table, wincing when he heard it groan beneath his weight. "How we doin'? I heard my godchild's gonna make an appearance."

A relieved look passed over Eddie's face before he headed into the living room and made a beeline for the little battery operated radio he had spied earlier. He pinched it and turned it off, that would do for Chris to give him some background noise and give the rest of them the ability to raise voices or rush around without worrying they would scare Chris.

He kissed the top of (Y/n)'s head and gave her shoulder a light squeeze before he made a quick exit down the hallway towards Chris's room.

This was going to be a strange conversation to have, and he knew it wasn't going to be easy or exactly fair on Chris, but there was nothing else they could do at the moment.

He rapped his knuckles on the door before slowly heading inside. Chris was still laid out on the rug and a bright grin spread across his lips when he looked up and realised Eddie was home. He scrambled up from the rug, arms open wide and he buried himself into Eddie's chest when he got up.

"Dad!"

"Hey bud, how you doing with no power, hm?" His lips pressed into Chris's curls and he stayed there for a few moments, breathing into his hair as he tried to regulate his system.

"It's okay… Is mum going to the hospital now? You said when her water breaks, the baby will come, and that's happened now, so…"

Chris tilted his head back and pressed his chin into Eddie's chest so he could stare up at him. There was that usual inquisitive look in his eyes that made Eddie's features soften and he found himself nodding while Chris tightened his arms around Eddie's waist. But he remained compliant as Eddie slowly walked him backwards towards his bed.

He nudged Chris until he perched on the side of his bed and Eddie moved to sit next to him, rubbing his hand up and down Chris's back in slow circles to keep him calm and stop him from getting too over-excited with this conversation.

"Yeah buddy, mum's gonna have the baby today." He dragged his free hand down his chin and around the back of his neck but his features softened into a grin when Chris squealed.

He clapped his hands and looked like he was going to start bubbling up on the spot, now full of excitement. He had been mulling about the house with (Y/n) her water broke and he knew what that meant, but (Y/n) told him it would take a long time. She said they would have to wait for Eddie to come home before they thought about going to the hospital and (Y/n) had done a good job of hiding the amount of pain she was in. So Chris hadn't been so sure the baby would come yet.

But knowing he was finally going to meet his little brother or sister was making him bubble up with excitement. He had already helped Eddie put the nursery together and sort the crib and the shelves. He had organised the teddies and clothes himself and he wanted to hold his sibling. He'd never held a baby before.

"Are we going to the hospital- does the hospital have power?" A panic-stricken look took over Chris's face and he clutched Eddie's hand.

What would they do if there was no power at the hospital? How would his mum have the baby? How would the other patients be looked after or put on machines or have operations with no power?

"They will have a back up generator, everyone there will be fine buddy… but we're not going. Mum needs help now, so I need you to do me a big favour."

"What?"

"We're gonna wait for an ambulance, but me and uncle Buck might have to help mum have the baby here. So I need you to be brave for me too. I've got the radio here for you, and you've got puzzles and books and this CD player uses batteries, so you can have your headphones in. But I need you to stay in here while mum has the baby, can you do that for me?"

Eddie motioned to the radio he had placed on Chris's bedside table, and his old CD player in the corner of the room.

There was a lot in here that Chris could do to entertain himself, he could listen to music, read his books or his interactive books. He could have the puzzle boxes if he wanted and he could watch a movie on his laptop if he had enough charge on it.

But he just had to remain in here. Eddie couldn't have him wandering out of his room and hearing the commotion in the living room or trying to help in any way. Chris had to stay in here until the paramedics arrived or (Y/n) had the baby, whichever happened first.

"Will she be okay?"

A tender look crossed over Eddie's eyes that were glistening with tears and his lips curled into a smile. He wrapped his arm around Chris's shoulders and pulled his boy into his chest so he could kiss the top of his head.

"I don't want you to worry, your mum's gonna be just fine. We've got this."

Eddie looked up when the door creaked and they both saw Buck stood in the doorway, his hands rubbing up and down his hips anxiously. He didn't want to intrude, but he was going to need Eddie's help now. He muttered a tender "It's happening," and ticked his head to the side.

"Alright, are you gonna be okay in here for a while?" When Chris nodded, Eddie kissed his temple again and handed him the radio which he turned on. He wanted Chris to have some music, whether that was background noise or his headphones so he wouldn't hear what was happening in the front room.

Once he was settled back on the floor with a book and the radio on loud, Eddie ruffled his hair and followed Buck out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind him.

"I'll grab some towels."

Eddie nodded, feeling Buck twist to go and get what they needed while Eddie jogged back down the hall when he heard (Y/n) choking out his name through a sob.

Tears poured down (Y/n)'s face that was laced with salt water and sweat that was causing her hair to stick to her forehead and around the sides of her neck. She could feel her body trembling back and forth as a cold sweat prickled on her skin, contradicting the way she felt like she was burning up.

A horrid scream of Eddie's name gurgled at the back of her throat and became morphed into the palm of her hand. She couldn't be any louder and risk Chris hearing and getting upset.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) pinned her chin into her chest as she dithered on the edge of the chair, desperate to collapse down on her knees. But she couldn't in case she felt stuck in that crouched position and couldn't get back up again. Her hands gripped the arm rests and her nails began to split through the fabric that was getting stuck beneath her fingernails. She couldn't do this for much longer.

Why did her body have to go into labour today? Why did the power have to go out specifically on (Y/n)'s due date? How was any of this fair?

When the contraction subsided, (Y/n) lifted her head and locked her hazy eyes onto Eddie's figure heading her way.

Deep, wheezing breaths past her lips and she feebly held her hand out when Eddie was close enough to reach for her. His fingers tangled with hers and he hurriedly crouched down beside her with his arms pushing down on the armrest.

"Oh, Eddie…" A quiet sob bubbled past her lips and she tried to balance her weight on her heels so she didn't tip too far forward.

"It's okay, you're doing great." He peppered a few kisses up and down her arm and reached around to rub his other hand up and down her back to try and coax her through the pain.

He kissed her shoulder before he turned at the sound of footsteps and watched Buck hurry back through. He placed a bowl of water down on the coffee table and slid the towels off his shoulders which he had collected ready and laid them on the table.

"I did call 911 but God knows when they'll actually be here, and I called Bobby too and told him what's happening." Buck and Eddie both knew not to hold out much hope for the ambulance arriving in time, but at least the team knew what was going on. Buck had to call, he couldn't leave Bobby wondering if the pair of them were trying to skive the afternoon off work or think they had got into an accident. And they were both secretly hoping the 118 might be directed here to help them.

"Alright amor, where do you want to be?" Eddie motioned his hand around the room as he spoke.

It was up to (Y/n) where she stayed to do this, but he could see clearly that she wasn't comfy here on the armchair. Eddie wanted- no, he needed her to be as comfy as possible because it looked like he and Buck were going to be delivering the baby here at home.

(Y/n) bit back the urge to say the hospital. That was where she actually wanted to be. They had planned to have the baby at hospital, with a midwife and equipment nearby in case something went wrong. Not here at home in the living room with Chris just down the hall and no power. No light, no hot water and less than full battery on each of their phones.

Her shoulders tensed up and she shook her head. She didn't know where she would feel most comfortable and she didn't know how to sit or if lying down would help. All she knew was that she was uneasy and this baby was coming now.

"What about the sofa?"

When she didn't object, Eddie pushed up and gently slid his hands beneath her arms and helped her up while Buck shoved the cushions and magazines out the way and laid a towel down on the sofa.

(Y/n) didn't have much feeling left in her legs when she slumped onto the sofa and felt her head spinning like she was on an amusement ride. She meshed her face into the back of the sofa and sat propped up against the armrest. And her knees coiled up to her stomach as she choked out a cry.

"Let's have a look," Eddie's voice was soothing as he sat down on the end of the sofa in front of her legs after drenching his hands in the water bowl. His hands ran up and down the back of her calves and he pecked her knee before he reached over for the towels. He placed one of the towels over (Y/n)'s knees that she brought up as close as she could to her stomach and another over his lap.

When Buck knelt beside her and held his hand out with a silent but sweet smile, (Y/n) shakily took the offer. She entwined their hands and held his hand close to her chest while her eyes focused on Eddie.

"You're crowning, I need you to push now baby."

(Y/n) began to shake her head as a round of trembling set in her system. She couldn't push. She didn't want to, she felt like she was burning up, about to explode and tear into little tiny pieces.

"I can't." (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and smothered her temple into the sofa, but she found herself trying to focus on Eddie when he kissed her knee and inched closer towards her legs.

"Yes you can, you're so close."

"This kid really wants to meet us." Buck gave her hand a squeeze and leaned up on his knees to be level with (Y/n) a bit more.

Eddie's name tore from her lips, along with a broken scream as she pushed forward and she felt Buck place a cushion behind her for support and to prop her up a bit better. She couldn't keep her eyes open and instead pressed her face into the back of the sofa, doing her best not to scream too loud and alert Chris. She could feel Eddie murmuring "That's it, keep going." Against the inside of her thigh as he moved the towel.

"Head's out, amor. Short breaths and pushes now, okay?"

(Y/n) could see stars twinkling in front of her eyes when she tried to look at her husband and all the blood seemed to pool in her feet until she was close to blacking out. She coiled Buck's arm higher to her chest and she felt his palm pressing down against her back to keep her steady as she started to shake.

"You're doing great, let's meet this little guy," Buck could barely feel his hand anymore, but he didn't mind. He let (Y/n) squeeze until his knuckles were white and close to bursting through his skin and he gently reeled her away from the sofa so she was leaning towards him instead.

"Good girl, you've done it. Hey, we've got a little girl here." Eddie pressed a flutter of kisses against her thigh while he tried to stop his arms from trembling so he could sit up straight, pulling their daughter close to his chest.

Eddie carefully but firmly ran his hand up and down the newborn's back until a tender cry left her lips. His thumb hooked over her tiny lower lip so he could check her airways weren't partially blocked before he swaddled the towel around her and looked over at the table.

With his girl held in one arm, Eddie reached out for what Buck had put on the table for make shift clamps. The clipped them both onto the cord before he looked over at Buck.

"Wanna do the honours?"

Buck's jaw hung loose and he looked between them both until Eddie nodded and (Y/n) grinned tiredly. He could cut the cord, he had stayed with them and helped deliver her after all, it was only fitting.

He quickly washed the scissors he'd found in the kitchen as best he could before he cut the cord.

(Y/n) could feel tears drenching down her face when Eddie leaned over her and carefully eased their girl down onto her chest. She could barely hear her cries from the static pulsing through her ears but she could feel those tiny hands batting down on her chest and the cries vibrating through her chest.

A breathless, wet laugh left her lips as Eddie reached his hand around to brush his fingers over the back of their daughter's head.

"She has impeccable timing." He murmured softly before he pushed up onto shaking legs that felt like they were made of jelly. He bypassed Buck and moved to squish down onto the sofa behind (Y/n).

It was clear to see she was happy he had sat there because she slumped back against his chest and let her head drop onto his shoulder. While Eddie looped an arm around the back of her shoulders and slid his other arm over hers to reach up for their little girl.

"Do you want me to go tell Chris?" Buck could barely get to his feet but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face either.

Eddie murmured a soft "Are you ready?" against the top of (Y/n)'s head because they both knew the moment someone told Chris, he would be bounding down here to see (Y/n) and get a glimpse of his little sister. He wouldn't wait in his room, once the news broke he would be out like an animal released.

(Y/n) nodded, letting her temple rest against Eddie's jaw while he kissed the top of her head and squeezed his arms tight around her. Moving his hand to brush his finger delicately across the newborn's cheek.

"Our little girl."

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Get My Husband

This is an Eddie Diaz request, I hope you all will like it I'm happy with how it turned out. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you all for the requests I'm trying to work my way through them.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: While Eddie is out on shift during a terrible storm, (Y/n) goes into labour and she has to wait, cut off and alone until she can get a signal to call for help.

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Raising her hand to her lips, (Y/n) bit down on her thumb nail as her arms crossed over her expanded stomach. Her elbows pressed into her waist and she tilted her head up as she took a step closer to the window.

All day, it had looked like the middle of the night. No trace of sunshine, no speck of light casting down the street. Just bleak, varying shades of grey and black with the occasional hint of blue smeared across the dark sky. Cars blurred past, lights on full beam to shine through the blackness, although there weren't many cars out in this weather.

(Y/n) could hear the forecast blaring from the tv and it was telling people to stay inside unless they urgently had to leave the house. People were advised not to drive in this weather, buses were being delayed and stopped. Emergency services were stretching thin from the amount of accidents being called in.

God, (Y/n) was thankful she wasn't at work now.

From the moment the pregnancy test turned up positive, (Y/n) had been put on restricted duties at the station.

They had to assess each call that came in to determine whether she was allowed to go out on the call or not. She was reduced to a spare, helping hand as a medic. She would go in and help if they were out on little calls such as someone having a fall or a seizure or needing a trip to the hospital.

Fires, collapsing buildings and other high level call outs meant (Y/n) hung back at the station and tidied up, cleaned, re-organised and cooked. Once she hit six and a half months, she couldn't leave the station and at seven months, she was off on maternity leave.

(Y/n) didn't want to be stuck at home. She wanted to be out on calls with her team. Her husband and brother were out there each day and she was waiting around at home, desperate for the baby to arrive now so she had someone else to look after and something to focus on. But it meant there was always someone around to watch and look after Chris. He was pleasantly thrilled at having one parent at home at all times.

She was relieved not to be out in this weather though. (Y/n) didn't dare think about how many car crashes, floods, slips, trips and falls the team were going to be called to for the next two days.

"You okay mi amor?"

A smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips when she felt a set of familiar arms curve around her waist and a tense chest press up against her back. She shivered and squirmed in his grip when Eddie's cold hands slipped beneath her shirt and pressed against her stomach making her jump.

"We're fine,"

Eddie pressed his lips to the side of her head, grinning into her skin while his eyes darted around the living room.

He quite liked how cosy the house felt with the lamps on and the candles (Y/n) had lit earlier. There were over ten candles spread around the living room, dotted in front of the tv, on the coffee table and along the shelves on the wall. If they experienced a power cut today at least they would be alright and not basked in darkness.

"I'm not looking forward to working this afternoon," Eddie mumbled the words against the side of her head while he smoothed his hands along her lower abdomen. His thumb brushed up and down her skin while his fingertips pressed down a little harder into her stomach to feel the sudden onset of kicking against his hand.

"You will be careful, won't you?" (Y/n) leaned her head to the left, nuzzling into his touch while she lowered her arms to clamp her hands down on his wrists.

"Do I look as reckless as your brother?" He tilted his head down a little more to press a sloppy kiss against (Y/n)'s cheek, grinning into her skin when she rolled her eyes.

It wasn't Eddie she had to worry about. Evan was the one who always acted before he could think things through and although he did it with the best intentions, it wasn't always the right thing to do. Evan was a people pleaser and tended to put himself in harms way to help people when he didn't always have to.

Eddie was calm, rational and careful, much like Bobby. (Y/n) had more reason to worry about her brother in this weather than her husband.

"I'm serious. I don't want a call from Bobby saying you've had some kind of accident-"

"Stop worrying, mi amor. I'll be careful, I promise. Twenty four hours and my work will be done for a month, just you, me and the boys." Eddie kept one arm around her waist while he moved his other hand to cup her jaw. His thumb brushed across her chin as he tilted her head up so he could peck her lips.

This was his last shift and he was clearly going to go out with a bang on a tiresome, drastic shift.

After this shift, Eddie would officially be off on leave because (Y/n) had her due date in two weeks. Eddie needed to be off so he could be there when their baby boy was born. He had been with Shannon when she gave birth to Chris and he wasn't about to miss the birth of his second son. They would have a week, maybe two if they were lucky to relax and get things ready, then their boy would be born and they would have two weeks at home together before Eddie would have to start back at work again.

(Y/n) had a desireable urge to add 'and Buck' onto the end of Eddie's sentence just to watch the way he would roll his eyes and grimace. They hadn't voiced it yet, but both of them knew exactly what Evan was going to be like once (Y/n) had the baby.

Her big brother was going to be round their house even more than he already was now. He would be stealing both their boys away from them, waking the baby up just so he could coo and soothe him back to sleep.

Evan was going to be a menace.

And she didn't dare think what Maddie was going to be like. She was also going to be round to try and snatch some babysitting duties. Her and Evan seemed to have been competing this year to see who could take Chris out more and be his favourite.

"Dad! Yucky."

A grin broke out on Chris's face as he raised his hands to cover his eyes while he moved and flopped down on the sofa.

Eddie brushed his thumb across (Y/n)'s jaw when she leaned forward to tuck her face into his neck. He could feel her smiling into his neck as she pressed a tender kiss there. His arm tightened around her waist and he turned to look over his shoulder, arching a brow as he looked over at Chris.

"Bossy," He muttered with a grin but when he twisted his wrist to check his watch, he clicked his tongue and sighed. "I gotta go. Right, if you need me call me."

(Y/n) nodded. She knew the drill. She knew how busy Eddie was going to be today and the chances were he wasn't going to be able to answer his phone to her even if she did call or text him for anything. But he had some leniency. No one was going to judge or tell him off if, when he got a moment to spare, he checked his phone. His wife was eight months pregnant, he needed his phone on him for emergencies.

And Eddie wanted (Y/n) to know she could message or ring him for anything, he didn't want her sitting and panicking or wallowing on her own. She worked at the station too so she knew how to get hold of him during an emergency.

"I love you."

Her lips curved up into a smile and she reached up to cup Eddie's face in her hands, grinning when she tugged him down for another kiss.

His hands squeezed her hips and he smiled into the kiss, nipping at her lower lip before he eventually pulled back. Eddie leaned down so he could kiss the top of her stomach, whispering a quiet 'be good' because he knew their boy had been moving a lot lately.

"Come here bud," Moving towards the sofa, Eddie leaned down and wrapped his arms around Chris. "Love you, be good for your mum. I'll see you both tomorrow night."

One more day. One more shift, then home for a month.

***

Reaching her hand down, (Y/n) slowly dragged her fingers through Chris's hair, de-tangling the few knots he had in his curls. Her lips formed into a soft smile and she leaned her head back on the sofa, pushing back to click her spine into place.

She tried not to move round too much and disturb Chris, he was nicely settled tucked up into her side. He had his head on her upper chest and an arm draped over her stomach. He had been thrilled at the idea of a baby sibling until he realised it meant (Y/n) would have an expanded stomach. He could no longer properly hug the person he had come to call his mum. The baby was now in the way.

Chris had his knees pulled up on the sofa beneath a blanket and he was almost asleep. It was a Friday night so he could stay up late and watch movies with (Y/n). It was a good coincidence that this storm was happening tonight.

He wasn't keen on storms, little noises always kept Chris awake and right now, the wind was howling and clattering against the windows. The rain was pouring down so fast it felt like they were in a boat in the middle of an ocean storm. And thunder clapped through the air every now and then.

When her stomach twinged, (Y/n) shimmied around and scraped her heels against the coffee table she had propped her ankles up on.

A wince pulled at (Y/n)'s face and distorted her lips when the baby moved and sent a pang jolting down her spine. Why did her baby boy have to wake up now when it was time to sleep?

At this rate, once Chris was tucked up in bed, (Y/n) would be laid in the bath for an hour or so. She wasn't getting very comfy at night now, every time she finally felt like she was about to fall asleep, the baby woke up with glee and (Y/n) found herself awake and angry.

Two nights ago she had been awake until four in the morning and Eddie woke up to her sat on the end of the bed, crying that she hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time for three days. Eddie had run the bath and they spent almost two hours laid in the bath because that was the only place their baby boy seemed to settle.

(Y/n) lifted her head up off the sofa, jolting forward when the tv suddenly turned itself off. She thought for a moment that it had just timed itself out and shut down as it had been on for a few hours now. But when she looked to the right and realised the table lamp near the window had also suddenly gone off, her heart sank.

"No… oh no."

The storm had taken out the electrics.

"Baby, I think it's time for bed." She moved her hand down from Chris's arm to brush her fingers up and down his arm to try and wake him up as he was almost falling asleep.

"Can I stay with you?" When he tilted his head up and grinned at her in that tired yet cheeky way, (Y/n) couldn't exactly say no. She didn't sleep well when Eddie worked the nights and Chris didn't like sleeping during storms. Something told (Y/n) she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight so Chris could stay in her and Eddie's bed if he wanted.

"Sure, baby… go get ready then."

When Chris tiredly shuffled off the sofa and headed down the hall, (Y/n) gripped the edge of the sofa to give herself some momentum to get up. She had gotten far too used to Eddie pulling and giving her pushes to get to her feet.

She could feel an ache burning in her lower back when she tried to straighten up, but it was the twinge in her abdomen that made her groan.

Her hand stayed on her stomach as she rounded the sofa and shuffled towards the hallway.

A gasp burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and her hand clutched her abdomen as her body tilted to the left to lean against the wall for support. Her head snapped down to look at her legs and fear bubbled up in the back of her throat and swelled in her lungs.

Her water broke.

She was going into labour. Early. Eddie wasn't home. There was a storm raging outside that had just taken out the power. She was going to have to call the emergency line to get through to her family.

"Mum! Finished."

"O-okay," Rolling her lips together, (Y/n) gritted her teeth and slowly walked down the hall. She would have to put Chris to bed and make sure he was settled before she tried to call anyone.

She followed him when he tiredly wandered out the bathroom and made his way to her and Eddie's room. She couldn't have been more thankful that Chris was tired tonight. On school nights Chris usually wanted a story before he went to bed and if he was very unsettled, he had a minimum of three stories to get him calm and ready to sleep.

Not tonight. He had stayed up late to watch tv and tired himself out, he wouldn't want a story tonight.

"Mum, light's not working." He bashed his hand against the light switch a few times until (Y/n) gently held his hand to make him stop.

"The power's out, baby. Come on, into bed." He wouldn't have noticed in the bathroom, they had an emergency battery light above the mirror.

Chris moved towards the bed while (Y/n) closed the curtains and turned on her reading lamp which was battery operated. When a pain tore through her stomach, she leaned forward and planted her hands down on the mattress, arching her back out to try and relieve the tension.

A little groan slipped past her lips between deep breaths and she switched her weight from foot to foot.

"Shall I l-leave the light on for you?" Her reading lamp gave off a soft orange glow which might comfort Chris because now, (Y/n) couldn't lay in bed and read or watch tv with him while he slept. She was going to have to confine herself to the living room so she didn't scare or unsettle him with her contractions. The light would settle him if the storm became too loud.

He nodded, smiling despite the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes open for long. He snuffled down in the middle of the bed, leaning more on Eddie's pillow because he knew it was a feathered pillow like his.

"I'll be in soon. Goodnight baby, love you."

Reaching across, (Y/n) swiped his glasses from around his neck and put them on the side table before she kissed his temple. She managed a smile when he kissed her cheek and whispered 'love you' before he snuggled down.

Pain radiated throughout her lower back when she shuffled over to the chest of drawers near the window. Her hand curled into a fist around a pair of Eddie's pyjama shorts and she leaned forward like her stomach was weighing her down to the floor as she shuffled out the room.

"Fuck." Tears welled in her eyes and her knees started to wobble as she hobbled across into the bathroom. "Why are you doing this to me now?" She muttered, pain etched into her wobbling voice as she glared daggers into her stomach and shimmied out of her pyjama bottoms and underwear. She kicked them near the bath and tossed her shirt along in the pile before she doubled over.

It took a lot of strain and effort to drag Eddie's shorts up her trembling legs and sit them just beneath her bump. Shorts and a bra was going to have to do for now.

Both her hands moved to her waist and she closed her eyes rubbing in deep, slow motions back and forth over her stomach like Eddie did when he was home. His touch was a natural remedy, he always calmed her down.

When the pain subsided, (Y/n) took it as her chance to move as fast as she could and hobble back down the hall towards the living room. It was a good job she had lit all the candles early in the afternoon or else she wouldn't of had the energy to raid around to find and light them all.

Her phone was exactly where she left it on the arm of the sofa and it made her lips twitch in relief.

"No… no please! Don't do this to me!"

A strangled cry fought against her lips that she snapped closed so Chris wouldn't hear her. Why didn't she have any signal? Not even one bar. How was she supposed to call for help with no signal? She only had twenty percent battery left and there was no power to charge her phone.

Her trembling hands clicked on Eddie's contact and she typed a message. With no signal it wouldn't send, but the moment her signal came back, the message would send through to Eddie. Whether that be in a few minutes or maybe an hour, she still needed him to find out.

My water broke, baby's coming! Now!

With that done, (Y/n) started to pray as she tried the emergency line. Shouldn't it work with no signal? What was the point if in an emergency with no signal, no one could call the emergency line? It didn't work.

Her broken sob squeaked past her lips and (Y/n) slumped her chest forward onto the back of the sofa. Her arms flopped forward, her nails scratching into the cushion as her bum arched out and her knees locked in place.

She was going to have to wait until the storm started to lessen and see if she could find some more signal somewhere else around the house in a little while. She had to be able to call for help somehow.

Chris was in bed, it was past eight o'clock at night and there was no way (Y/n) could drive out in this storm, in this state.

She had to be able to call for help. Somehow. Soon.

***

Agony tore through (Y/n) in waves like the ocean rolling across the sand. Burning her stomach, lighting a fire up her back, tearing each muscle apart as slowly and horrendously as possible.

When another contraction hit, (Y/n) waved a shaking hand out and found the tea towel she had confiscated earlier. She hastily rolled it up and pressed it between her lips, sinking her teeth down so hard her jaw started to tingle and the pain burst up into her ears.

Her hands gripped the arms of the chair she was crouched down in front of. Her knees had gone numb from pushing down into the laminate floor, her lower back felt like it had been broken and disconnected from the rest of her body. And her thighs were burning along with her lower stomach.

Tears drenched her already sodden face that was laced with salt water and sweat and made the loose hairs around her ears stick to her cheeks and forehead. Her body was trembling and going through a cold sweat that contradicted the fever she knew she was burning.

A horrid scream gurgled at the back of her throat and became morphed into the towel stuffed into her mouth to muffle her sounds. She couldn't risk waking Chris up and having him panic about the situation.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) meshed her forehead into the seat cushion and smothered herself until spots danced behind her eyelids and her head started to fill with air. She could feel her hands losing their grip on the arm rests and she waved forward and let her body flop against the lower part of the chair, sending a different kind of pain pulsing into her stomach.

She wanted Eddie. Where was he?

Why couldn't she get any signal? Why wasn't this storm relenting?

Couldn't their baby have held off for twenty four hours? One measly, little day would have made all the difference. Eddie would have been home with her if this happened at the same time tomorrow night. He would have been by her side, there would have been no raging storm outside and no risk of (Y/n) giving birth alone and Eddie being stuck out on a call somewhere else. One day wasn't too much to ask.

When the contraction subsided, (Y/n) lifted her head and slumped her cheek against her arm.

Deep, wheezing breaths spat through against the towel and her eyes shifted from left to right to try and focus on anything to distract herself. The storm outside was providing a good background noise which partially worked to distract her each time a contraction wore off.

And the candles gave a lovely, calming atmosphere. But it all served to remind (Y/n) that she was isolated, home alone, with no way of reaching out for help.

"Oh, Eddie…" A quiet sob spat past her lips when she dropped the tea towel down on the chair and let go with one hand to reach for her phone. "Ahh!"

(Y/n) choked on her breath and lifted her head up from her arm when she looked at her screen. Even though she was now down to fourteen percent from the amount of times she had been checking her phone over the last few hours, a spark of light lit up the screen.

One bar.

She had one measly, little bar of service in the right hand corner of her screen. Surely that would be enough to get a call through to 911? That had to be enough. (Y/n) wasn't going to get any more than this tonight, she could tell. And if she didn't try now and this signal went, she would be giving birth at home. Alone. She didn't want that.

Her finger punched in the three digits and when she held the phone to her ear, (Y/n) smothered her face down and cried out in relief when it began to ring.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Oh, Maddie! Help!" Tears stained down (Y/n)'s face and a broken sound left her wet, froffing lips when she heard her sister's voice on the other end of the line.

She had gotten through to her big sister. Her eldest sibling. Maddie would be able to help her. And even if the line cut out in a second or a minute, she knew (Y/n)'s address and would be able to get help down to (Y/n). She also knew Eddie was at work and would be able to send a message to him.

"(Y/n)? Where are you, what's happening?"

"Ooh,"

Not again. Not again. She was splitting at the seams, surely her muscles couldn't stretch any further?

Tilting her head to the left, (Y/n) clenched her hand down tighter on the chair and before she could stop herself, she pressed her mouth against her upper arm. Her teeth sank down into the soft flesh of her bicep and she screamed into her skin, focusing on the feeling of her teeth tearing through the first few layers of skin to distract herself from the agony in her abdomen.

Blood welled around her teeth and trickled onto her tongue but she didn't care. She had to stop herself from screaming loud enough to scare or wake Chris. She had to look after her boy and put him first.

"(Y/n), talk to me. Have you had a fall?"

"Oh, the baby- I'm in labour!" Her voice broke as blood and spit dribbled from her lips.

Her head tilted back to look up at the ceiling as she sniffed. Eddie wasn't going to be pleased when he saw her arm. She'd bitten deep enough to bruise the skin and split it apart and something told (Y/n) the wound would get a lot worse if her husband didn't get home soon.

"Please tell me you're at home?"

"Four hours! I- I've been like this for f-four hours. No signal, n-no power- oow- Get my fucking husband!"

"Don't worry sweetie, I'm going to re-route the one-eighteen to you right now and I'll let them know what's going on. Meanwhile, you stay on the line with me and I'll walk you through this. Everything's under control, I've got you now."

Maddie clicked her sister's call onto mute just as her sister's horrid yet somewhat muffled scream tore through her ears. With two clicks, she joined onto the radio feed for the one-eighteen. They were on their way to a car crash but Maddie could redirect them to (Y/n) and get the two-twenty five team to take over the crash. It was only a three car pile up at a junction and no one was in drastic danger.

(Y/n) was a high priority. She was one of the team, one of their own and she was in labour. This was her first baby and she was home alone, she needed someone to be there with her and she needed Eddie by her side.

"Dispatch to one-eighteen?"

"This is Captain Nash, go ahead."

"I'm re-routing you to a high priority call in Park's Close. (Y/n)'s on the line, she's gone into labour."

Eddie's head jerked up from where he had been slumped against the window and a rush of adrenaline fluttered through his stomach. He couldn't be hearing this right. He had left home what, seven hours ago? Seven hours ago (Y/n) had been perfectly fine with him. No twinges, no extra or unusual pains or discomfort and no sign of contractions.

How could she be in labour now?

Why was she in labour now? Why did it have to be now when they were in the middle of a storm and Eddie was on his last shift?

Reaching his hand out, Eddie braced his left hand against the window to try and steady himself and stop the sudden dizziness from taking over. He could feel his breaths wheezing past his lips and tingling sensations sparked in his stomach when his blood started to rush up his neck towards his head. His other hand moved to grip the radio attached to his left shoulder and he tilted his head down.

"Is she okay?!"

"Very distressed, she thinks she's nearly fully dilated."

"Go, go!" Reaching his hand up, Eddie slammed his fist against the roof and pushed back briskly in his seat. His fingers moved to curl in his hair and he closed his eyes, holding his breath for as long as he could to try and regulate his system.

He was supposed to be there when (Y/n) went into labour, from start to finish Eddie was supposed to be at her side. And now he had missed half of her labour by being on shift. He'd left his wife home alone during a storm. They needed to hurry before she gave birth on her own and he missed it.

He could see Evan trying his best not to jump and fidget in his seat and the worried smile on his face gave away everything. He was excited. Evan thought he would be either on shift or at home when Eddie called him to say (Y/n) was going into labour and had had the baby. He didn't think he would get to be there when his little sister had her first baby.

Eddie had never been more relieved that Bobby was the one driving the truck tonight. The captain was by far the best driver during an emergency and bad weather like this and he had gone as fast as safely possible to get to Eddie's address.

The truck didn't come to a stop before Eddie flung off his belt and headset and was jumping down into the street that looked more like a river in these weather conditions.

Water rose up to his ankles around his thick boots and rain pelted down and dampened his hair which stuck to his forehead.

He didn't bother trying to grab a medic bag from the truck, the rest of the team would do that. Eddie bolted up the path to the front door and tore off his gloves so he could trace his hand above the ledge for the spare key. His keys were in his bag back at the station in his locker and he doubted (Y/n) was going to be in any fit state to come unlock the door for them.

"Baby? Baby we're here!" Eddie shrugged off his florescent jacket and dumped it on the floor before he bolted down the hall. He was relieved (Y/n) had lit all those candles earlier. With the power out, the house would have been daunting in the dark and he would of had to rummage through the drawers for lights and torches.

"Eddie!" (Y/n) sobbed his name and let her head slump back onto her left arm, allowing the relief she felt to cloud her head that was about to explode.

Tears blurred her vision and obscured her view of her husband bolting across the floor towards her. Her body shuddered when his knees thumped against the floor as he collapsed down beside her.

In an instant, Eddie's hands cupped her face and he tilted her head back, brushing his thumbs beneath her eyes to clear away her tears. He leaned forward and pressed his lips bruisingly to her temple, reeling her close so he could move his hand to cup the back of her neck and coil her into his chest.

"Oh baby… God, I made it!" He felt her hands scratch at his upper back and her trembling seemed to vibrate through him and make him shake along with her. But it was her sobbing in his neck that made tears well up in his eyes. "It's okay mi amor, you're not alone now. I'm here."

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she cried. She couldn't help sobbing and gasping into Eddie's neck when she finally felt his arms around her. Her phone had lost battery a few minutes ago and cut off her call with her sister. She had been disconnected and isolated again until Eddie burst through the door.

"Cavalry's here sis! How you doing?" Evan came from down the hall with a bundle of towels and flannels in his hands. He knew his way around their house blindfolded from the amount of times he had stayed over and Hen had instructed him to go and get towels ready. He placed them on the chair and crouched down behind (Y/n) as Hen and Bobby hurried over with medic bags on their shoulders.

Evan reached out to rest his hand on (Y/n)'s lower back when she suddenly doubled over. Her head moved down to bury into Eddie's chest and she hunkered down with her stomach tensed and merging into her thighs as she screamed.

"Can someone check on Chris?"

"I'm on it." Chimney jogged down the hall to go and stay with Chris, it was likely that he was awake now and they couldn't have him wandering into the living room and seeing everything.

"Okay (Y/n), how do you want to do this? Shall we sit you down on the floor?"

Pursing her lips, (Y/n) nodded at Hen's question and kept her eyes closed. She wanted to stay hunched over like this but she knew it was going to be easier for them all if she sat down rather than crouched like this. She let Evan hover behind her and Eddie moved her arms to loop them around his neck before he grabbed her hips and started to stand up, pulling her along with him.

Eddie shuffled a few feet from the armchair but when he was about to turn (Y/n) around in his arms, he stopped short. His hand moved from her hip and suddenly grabbed her elbow so he could tug her arm closer to his face.

"Baby what have you done?"

His fingers pinched into her skin and his jaw locked so tightly his teeth felt like they were going to shatter. He inspected her upper arm with anger radiating through him and pain pulsing through his veins. He should have stayed home. He should have been here with her to sort things out and look after her. She might not have taken a chunk out of her arm if he'd of been home.

There was a horrid, deep bite mark into her bicep that was swelling up and had been deep enough to draw blood that was smeared across her arm.

With a growl and a shake of his head, Eddie dropped her arm and went back to holding her hips so he could turn her around and mould his chest into her back. (Y/n) reached out and grabbed her brother's arms to steady herself and when she dared to open her eyes, she found Evan smiling down at her comfortingly as they both helped lower her down to the floor.

She slumped back into Eddie's chest and tipped her head back onto his shoulder while his arms cocooned around her waist. His chin perched on her shoulder and made a shudder run through her skin.

"Let's have a look," Hen grabbed one of the towels and placed it over (Y/n)'s knees that she brought up as close as she could to her stomach.

"Not you!" (Y/n) snapped as she lashed her hand out against Evan's shoulder. Her fingers curled into his shirt and she dragged him until he got the hint and moved to kneel beside her and Eddie rather than next to Hen between her legs. (Y/n) was not having her brother watch her give birth from that angle and she wasn't having him intervine and deliver the baby either. As good as her brother was at delivering children, he was not delivering this one.

"You're crowning already, keep pushing. You've been doing just fine without us."

When a crack of thunder tore through the sky, (Y/n) jumped back into Eddie's chest which seemed to absorb her shock. His arms tightened around her waist and he kissed the side of her head, letting her nails pierce into his wrist while she took Evan's hand in her other one.

"I can't." (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and tucked her face into Eddie's neck, letting him curl around her like a blanket and smile against her temple.

"You're so close now, mi amor. You've done the worst part, come on, he really wants to meet us, hm?"

Eddie's name tore from her lips, along with a broken scream as she pushed forward and felt Eddie shuffle up behind her to keep her sitting upright and prop her up. He peppered his lips along her neck and over her cheek while he looked over her shoulder, grinning through tears when Hen grabbed a towel for the baby.

"Head's out, one more push."

(Y/n) could see stars twinkling in front of her eyes and all the blood seemed to pool around her head until she was blacking out. Her pupils became unfocused and her head dropped forward as tremors rattled through her body.

"Good girl, you've done it. Come here," Eddie cupped his hand beneath her chin and gently lifted her head and let it fall into the crook of his neck. He pressed his lips against her temple and brushed his thumb up and down her cheek when he felt all the tension leave her body. She slumped down into his chest and the only movement was her trembling frame jerking back and forth in his arms.

Evan kept tight hold of her hand and rubbed his free hand up and down her arm to try and stimulate her and bring her back around.

(Y/n) tried to quirk her lips into a smile when the spots began to fade and she could see everything coming back to her.

She uncurled her trembling hand from her brother's tight grip and flopped both arms out when Hen carefully eased her baby boy onto her chest. She could barely hear his cries from the static pulsing through her ears but she could feel his hands batting down on her chest and his cries vibrating through her chest.

A breathless, wet laugh left her lips as Eddie reached his hand around to brush his fingers over the back of their boy's head.

"He's finally here,"

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summer nights, mid july. | - george clarke.

summery: you hated sports. didn’t care for any of it one bit. it was around the middle of july, the weather was warm & sunny, and your best friend is begging for you to come to a charity football match. that’s when you see him.

warnings: smut. mdni! choking, finger sucking, face slapping, unprotected sex (don’t do this xx) (she’s on contraception), hair pulling, degradation, face fucking, fingering, dom!george, fem!reader, sub!reader.

a/n: first fic, lmk what u think hehe. could possibly make a part 2 if it’s wanted.

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19th july. a saturday. 4:50pm, the weather was gorgeous, it had been sunny for a few weeks. which in london, doesn’t happen often. you wanted to go out, to do something. you could almost hear the beer garden calling your name. except, it was your phone ringing. almost by magic, it was your best friend calling, your prayers had been answered. you picked up the call eager to hear what she had planned for you both this evening.

“2 tickets. me & you, you coming?!” she said in an excited tone.

“you know i don’t do sports…” you exhaled.

“oh come on! it’ll be a right laugh, the weather is so nice, we can have a few pints, AND there’ll be gorgeous sweaty men running round a pitch for 90 minutes!” she said convincingly.

you started to warm to the idea, but needed one final push to really seal the deal.

“you buy me a pizza, and im all yours.” you challenged her.

“done!” she accepted.

you finish off the conversation & hang up. you gave yourself an eye roll as this wasn’t what you wanted to do with your saturday evening. then, a text came through:

“match starts at 7:30pm, ive farm fields. look hot 😉”

you then chucked your phone on your bed and stood in front of your wardrobe. you pulled out a baggy pair of jeans, a basic tank & your trusty trainers. shoved a pair of sunglasses on top of your head, lose curls falling all around them & finished off with some perfume & lipgloss.

“ready when you are x”

“omw, daring!😚”

she arrives in an uber, and you reluctantly get in. the time was around 6:20pm, enough time to grab that pizza just before going to the pitch. you placed your order at the counter and both started to walk towards the venue. it was a warm evening & it was not a far walk, especially with your best friend and a pepperoni pizza in hand.

eventually you arrive, slightly before time. roughly around 7:15pm. you found a space to stand & watch, there wasn’t too many people in attendance considering it was for charity, but you didn’t seem to care that much. not when one person in particular caught your eye.

he was stretching & warming up with the rest of the group, but you couldn’t help admiring his muscular build, and his face? you wasn’t sure you’d seen anyone as attractive in your whole life. this made you warm to the idea of being here for the next 2 hours or so.

eventually, the game started and you could not take your eyes off number 6 to save your life. infatuated almost. your best friend, thankfully, didn’t pick up on this. but then it happened, he looked at you a beat too long. you felt your heart drop, or race. or both. he had one of those ridiculously cheeky grins. the type of smirk that would make you forget any morals you thought you had.

the half time whistle blows and your best friend goes to fetch two more beers for you both. you stand in the same spot on your phone to pass the time, when you hear a voice from behind you. “sold you out has she? that’s terrible!”. you turn around & look up through your lashes. it was him. and jesus christ, did he look better up close.

“oh, no.. she’s just gone- to get a couple of beers..!” your words stumbled out. his eye contact was not for breaking, but yours did, down to his lips, but your eyes immediately darted back up to meet his gaze. his eyes twinkled as he caught your slip. “so, what’s a pretty girl like you, doing at a charity football game?” he asks.

you feel your heart flutter, did he just… compliment you? you shook your head slightly, “oh, last minute plans. my friends brother cancelled on her. i was the next in line. what charity are you playing for?” you asked curiously, acting interested.

“it’s for a charity called free kicks, they help out disadvantaged children in deprived areas. it’s close to one of the boys’ hearts. we said we’d help out” he smiled. “so, i suppose i ought to ask, could i have your number?” he said it with confidence, but you could tell he was nervous.

you was opposed at first but, what’s the worst that could happen? you have him your number & asked for his name. “sorry yeah, that’d be a good start” he giggled, “i’m george, george clarke!” you raise a brow, and return the favour of telling him your name. time goes by and your friend returns and the football match resumes for the next 45 minutes.

final whistle blows, 5 - 2 to “george’s” team. the boys were made up that they were able to help charity and secure a win. you and your friend both start to head out, and you thanked your friend for dragging you along. but you needed to try and make up an excuse as to why you won’t be sharing a taxi home.

“oh you go ahead, my aunties calling, i think she needs help at her house. burst pipe or something!” you try and convince her, but somehow, it worked. she went on her way, telling you to text her when you got home & hoped your aunties pipe fixes soon.

you loiter round for a minute, and thinking stupidly, to send george a text.

“fancy grabbing a pint?” you text him, not ready to say goodbye. “be out in 2” he responded. you felt your stomach do a flip. he came out after getting changed and freshening up, and he still looked just as gorgeous.

wearing a hoodie that fit slightly oversized, baggy jorts & trainers. you had to remind yourself to take a breath as you held it without realising. he flashed a smile, and directed you both out of the venue.

finally, you arrive at a pub. a small one, it felt quite intimate and now you was regretting your choice of asking him to come out with you. he didn’t seem to mind, however. he asked what you wanted to drink, and took himself to the bar as you found a seat. it was in a booth, pretty private for someone you’d just met.

he returned with two pints, sat down and the conversation flowed right off the bat. shy giggles from you, stupid jokes from him. time flew by and you looked down at your watch, 11:38pm. you thought about leaving. thought you didn’t want to. you wanted to stay with him.

next thing you know, you was back at his flat with his lips locked to yours and his hands exploring you. your top didn’t leave much to the imagination, to be fair. you welcomed the touches, even moving his hands where you wanted them to be. whether it be on your waist or grabbing one of your tits.

george slammed the door behind him using his foot and you found yourself in the hallway, the kiss broke and you could see george weighing up where abouts he wanted to fuck you in the flat. kitchen? no. balcony? no. the living room chair? yes. he walked you towards it and told you to sit.

you did as you was told and sat down on the chair, looking up at him. his eyes were dark, much darker than before. his lips were parted slightly, one brow raised just a touch, his eyes darting all over your face and body. “fuck, you’re… you’re amazing” he whispered. he knelt down in front of you, and it felt like he was taking in every detail. then, his hands darted to the button and zip on your jeans - “lift for me.” he asked, you raised your hips off the chair, allowing him to pull down your jeans in one swift movement.

this revealed a lacy black thong, the ones that had the cute little baby pink bow perched along the waistband, george snorted slightly at the sight, shaking his head and pushing his tongue into his cheek. he then rolled his head and looked you directly in your eyes, “spread em for me, angel.” his hands found your knees, pushing ever so slightly and letting you open the rest of the way.

his fingers lightly traced up and down the inside of your thighs and along your lower stomach, goosebumps appeared at his feather light touch and your breathing became a little more laboured. the anticipation was killing you. you watched his face, as he watched his hands explore. “keep that breathing steady for me, that’s it.” he said softly, foreshadowing what’s to come.

he then hooked two fingers under your thong and pulled them to the side, exposing you to him. his eyes stayed locked on your pussy, getting wetter off the sight of him alone. he let his fingers run up and down, slightly denying you of that pressure you craved. your hips involuntarily lifted ever so slightly, and you looked up at him but he didn’t react, thankfully.

he used his two fingers to circle your clit with extreme precision, just the right amount of pressure for right now, before using the same two fingers to spread you wide and let spit drip from his lips and directly onto your pussy, he then spread it softly, before slowly entering his fingers into you.

he pushed his fingers all the way in, they were stretching you open and you felt a slight breath get caught in the back of your throat. he curled them inside you ever so slightly before starting to pull them out and push them in. you could feel yourself getting wetter embarrassingly quick, watching him watch you, seeing his forearm muscles working, seeing his biceps tense. you lifted your feet up onto the chair and let your head fall back, letting moans escape your mouth. shy at first, but you could see what your sounds were doing to george, so they fell out with more ease as he went on.

your hands were gripping the arms of the chair as you could feel yourself clenching around him, brows furrowed, breathing exceptionally fast, head now tilted back on the chair, feeling everything he’s giving you.

“there we go, just like that, baby” george said softly, pressing his hand into your lower abdomen to make the feeling more intense. and boy, did it feel intense. you could feel your climax approaching quickly, which george was aware of with the way your body was moving, the way your moans had heightened in pitch and the way your legs was trying to hard to close but he kept them pried open, widely.

he then pulled his fingers out from you suddenly, denying you of your orgasm. he had a wicked smirk on his face, a lot different to the almost caring george that started all of this. something in him changed. his fingers were covered in you, which he then put in his mouth. “fuck, pretty face like that and you taste this good? you’re going to be a problem.” he said, almost breathlessly, before sliding them into your mouth, a mixture of you and him on them, and you began to suck. george bit his lip, his gaze never faltering. “shit… definitely going to be a problem.”

you bit your lip as you saw him stand, you seemed to small in comparison, but you kinda liked it. turned you on a little bit more. george reached down and started to unbutton his jorts. your eyes watched intently, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. he dropped them to the ground, leaving him in just his boxers. your eyes scanned his whole body, he looked like he was carved by gods. his stomach was toned, his arms muscular, and his shoulders? fuck, his shoulders. you rolled your eyes in disbelief, allowing your eyes to drop to his cock.

you could tell it was hard, beyond hard almost. you lent forward to feel him but he grabbed your wrist, putting it back down beside you. “who said you could touch, desperate little slut.” your jaw dropped, accompanied with a smirk. how you loved being degraded, but you was a little confused how he could tell. “knew you was a brat, the minute i laid my eyes on you” you almost giggled, but you was caught off guard. “wrong, am i?” he scoffed. you shook your head.

george then leaned over you and grabbed you by your jaw, “hm, thought as much.” he said cockily. he dropped his boxers, and his cock sprung out, and jesus, he was big. you felt as if you was looking at it with hearts in your eyes. “knees.” he demanded, looking down at you. you obeyed straight away, and got onto your knees, looking up at him, almost asking for permission to touch him.

“don’t just sit there, suck it.” which, in hindsight, made you feel pathetic. but in the same breath, you fucking loved it. you took him into your hands and spat on the tip, considering you was almost drooling for it, like the fucking slut you were. you then licked him from base to tip, before eventually wrapping your lips around him, taking his whole length in your mouth, feeling it slide down your throat. you gagged, causing tears to prick in your eyes.

“fffuck.” george whispered, trailing his fingers into your hair, gripping slightly. you then began to suck back and forth, your head and hand working in tandem. your only mission was to hear this man moan. and by the looks of it, it wasn’t far off. you looked up at him, his gaze was intense, before sucking tighter around the tip, causing him to roll his head back, letting a little moan escape. you then got your first taste of him, a bit of pre cum escaped him.

then something caused him to change, you don’t know whether it was your tits bouncing with every suck, the way you looked up at him with tears in your eyes as you was deep throating him, or the fact you’d just made him moan, but he wasn’t leaving any room for forgiveness. he held your head still and started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the noises caused by this was obscene. pornographic almost. “uhh, uhh, ah fuck… fuck…” george moaned with each thrust, being took so well by you.

you could barely breathe, but hearing a man be so vocal? you couldn’t care less at this point, you wanted to keep going for him. suddenly, george forcefully pulled out and pulled you up by your hair. “get back on that fucking chair, now.” you looked at him for a hint of what position he wanted you in, until he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pushing you towards it, “do i have to tell you what do with everything, you dumb whore.” you then found yourself propped up in the chair on your knees, leaning over the back of the chair, legs spread wide and your top still partially… never mind, now ripped off your skin and discarded on the floor.

george’s hands trailed under your arms and around your front, grabbing onto your tits. “fuck baby, these? yeah, these are mine. do you hear me?” you couldn’t get any words out, you could barely even nod. george took a hand away from one of your tits, and put two fingers in your mouth, making you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. “i said, do you hear me?”, you nod and pathetically attempt a “yeah” but it came out as a desperate moan. “good fucking girl.”

he then pulled his fingers out, and cupped his hand in front of your mouth, wanting you to spit on it. you did, and a trail of spit followed his hand as he pulled it away, he laughed, as he used his other hand to smudge it around your lips. he put the cupped hand in between your legs and started to move it back and forth, wetting you thoroughly. before using the remnants to wet his tip extra. he then wiped the last of it on your ass, he used both thumbs to spread you wide, looking at your wet pussy from behind, and a groan escaped his lips at the sight of it.

he started to move one thumb around your entrance, “ple- please” you whimpered, gagging for him to put his cock inside of you. “what was that?” he asked, “please…” you attempted again. “please, what?” george asked, sharply. “please fuck me, please… please” you moaned out of sheer desperation. george then grabbed the base of his cock, pumping himself once, twice, before sliding it in between your legs, stimulating your clit slightly. you were both so wet, so it felt like a dream. you eventually feel the tip just at your entrance, and you could already feel how much he was going to stretch out your tight pussy. 

you felt him dipping in & out ever so slightly, before he pushed his way in, thick & fast, knocking out any air you had in your lungs. you choked out a loud moan, almost more like a cry at the sheer size of him. he wasn’t fucking around, he was pounding into you with unrelenting rhythm, the angle you was knelt in was causing him to hit that sweet spot each and every time. you could feel yourself getting wetter & wetter. you could hear george moaning behind you, and fuck, how you love a vocal man. which made you moan more. “that’s it, let me hear you, darling. let me feel how much i’m wrecking this fucking pussy.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

the pleasure almost felt too much, with george pounding you from behind, and your tits brushing against the back of the hair, stimulating your nipples and it was almost like he could read your mind at that moment, he snaked his hand round your leg and his fingers met with your clit, circling in a way that was sinful. this took your moans up higher, and george let you revel in it for a moment, before stopping everything completely. you felt embarrassed at how much you needed him to go back in. he pulled you back by your hair, “spin” he growled in your ear.

you turned around and sat back down on the seat, facing him, he was touching himself, and what a sight that was. his chest flexing every time he moved, his breath hitching, and his eyes so dark. you lifted your legs up in the air, and george spread them wide whilst trailing his hands down. he then, pushed his way back inside you, slow this time. and then pulled all the way out, and then entered slowly again, before pulling out. teasing you in the most evil way. he then tapped your clit a few times with his tip before brutally pushing his way back in.

you tried to turn your head to the side to moan, to try and hide your face, but he grabbed you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. “you’ll fucking look at me when you moan over my cock.” he then kept a tight grip on your jaw, keeping your mouth open, he spits in your mouth, before brutally shoving two fingers down your throat, making you gag, which caused you to tense around his throbbing cock.

he realised that the more he shoved his fingers down your throat, the more you’ll tense. so he kept making you gag on his fingers, your face was just as wet as your pussy now due to spit & tears. george then pulled his fingers out, brushed your lips with his thumb before slapping you across the face, you smiled at this, being used. being treated so pathetically. “you’re such a fucking dirty little slut for me, look at you, so fucking wet, you pathetic mess”. he then fucked into you harder.

your naturally big tits were bouncing like crazy due to this, and they caught george’s eyes. he grabbed them and laughed, “fuck. me. i’m gonna have these in my mouth any minute i get.” he dipped his head to your chest, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples. tit play was your favourite. it turned you on so fucking much. this just made everything feel ten times more intense. he continued to suck, lick, bite, play.

you could feel yourself getting ready to let go, if he started to play with both your nipples simultaneously, its game over.

spoke to soon, he was flicking both nipples like his life depended on it, your head tilted back, your hand on your thighs, squeezing like your life depended on it. your moans we’re barely audible anymore as you was reaching your climax, “fucking cum you dumb slut, cum for me”, and you did, fucking hell you did. but you could tell you could give more, so you started to rub your own clit, fast. and that’s when it happened. you let out a loud moan, and you started to shake as you squirted all over him. every moan you was making, every move of your body, the way you reacted, was completely out of your control. you blacked out for 15 seconds.

this made george feral, he fucking pounded into you with the most relentless force, making you cry due to the pleasure, “you fucking talented little bitch” he snarled, his rhythm started to falter, you could tell he was close. the sweat on his forehead, the way he couldn’t bite back his moans, his whimpers, his “fuuucks”, the way he kept rolling his head.

you felt a slight bite of confidence wash over you, “mhm, that’s it baby. cum for me, fill me up. fuck, yes.” you moaned, he looked you deep in the eyes after that, and he nodded, “yeah, yeah, yeah.” he moaned over and over again. his eyes squeezed shut as he locked in, and then all of a sudden, you heard the fucking sexiest moan you’ve ever heard from a man, his eyes shot open, looking down at your pussy, and moaned “fuuuuuuck baby, yes, i’m fuck- i’m fucking cumming. i’m cumming. i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you moaned along with him, and watched as he started to slow down.

he started shaking as the last bits of cum dripped out of him and into your pussy, he leant down and gave you a deep kiss, both tongues invading each others mouths, along with heavy breathing, face holding and fingers tangling in between hair.

“fuck, you are… you’re something else. you’re not going anywhere.” he says in a possessive tone, he slowly pulls out of you, his cum leaking from your folds, he watched it before getting you a towel to clean you up with, showing you where the bathroom is and making you a cup of tea.

“not bad for number 6” you winked at him, before cuddling up on the sofa with him, talking about anything and everything.

first summer romance, complete…

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Ovulating | H.S.

You’re engaged to THE Harry Styles. ‘Nuff said.

Warnings: Very NSFW

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You’ve been teasing him without meaning to.

Wearing those little shorts around the house. Stretching in front of the open fridge. Pressing your thighs together every time he so much as breathes near your neck. Harry’s noticed it all. He always does.

And when he found your period tracker open on your phone screen earlier—he didn’t say a word. Just smirked to himself.

“Fertile window, hm?” he murmured as he walked off to make tea, like it wasn’t the most dangerous piece of information he could’ve gotten his hands on.

Now, he’s behind you in the kitchen. You’re doing something ordinary—pouring a glass of water, checking your phone—and then he’s crowding you, warm chest against your back, hands firm on your hips.

“I know what this is about,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your neck. “You’ve been walking around this house like a little heat-struck kitten.”

“Harry—”

“You want it, don’t you?” His voice is so low, it’s practically a growl. “Want me to fill you up while you’re ovulating like a good little thing.”

You should say no. You should remind him you’re not ready, that just because your body’s desperate doesn’t mean your mind is. But your legs go weak the moment his palm slips between them, cupping your pussy through the thin fabric.

“So wet already,” he purrs. “Fucking dripping.”

He turns you around and lifts you onto the kitchen counter in one swift move. Your shorts are yanked down. Your underwear follows. He doesn’t waste a second. Two fingers dip into your soaked folds and your entire body reacts like it’s been waiting for him to do that all day.

“You ovulating, baby?” he asks again, teasing you with the tip of his finger. “Need Daddy to take care of you?”

His words burn into your skin, molten and reckless. You nod, lips parted, the heat in your belly unbearable now.

That’s all the confirmation he needs.

His pants are barely pushed down before his cock is out—thick, flushed, leaking.

“You don’t wanna be pregnant?” he asks while lining himself up, like he’s trying to give you one last chance to change your mind. “You sure?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know—fuck—I don’t know.”

“But your pussy does,” he hisses, dragging the head through your folds. “She’s fuckin’ begging for me.”

The second he pushes in, your back arches and a choked moan escapes you. He’s too big. Too deep. Too much.

And it feels so good.

He doesn’t start slow. There’s no gentle rhythm. He’s been holding back for days, maybe weeks, and now he’s unhinged.

“You’re taking it,” he snarls. “So fuckin’ greedy for my cock.”

Your legs are spread wide, your back pressed to the cold countertop, his fingers bruising into your hips as he pounds into you. You can feel every drag, every twitch. His eyes are locked on your belly.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you,” he pants. “Gonna fill you till you’re leaking down your thighs.”

Your body pulses at his words, and that’s when it happens.

You squirt around him without warning, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as your vision blurs. He groans deep and slams in harder, wetter sounds filling the kitchen.

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Milk my cock, baby. Take it all. You’re gonna make me come so deep.”

And then he’s there—hips jerking, cock buried to the hilt, coming inside you with a raw, broken sound. His hands tremble as he holds you in place, making sure none of it spills.

You’re both shaking. Covered in sweat. And he still doesn’t pull out.

Instead, he slides out just enough to watch his cum drip from you… then pushes it back in with his thumb.

“Look at that,” he whispers. “Didn’t even pull out. What if that was it? What if I just made you a mama?”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because your body is already clenching again, needing more.

And Harry—still hard—just grins.

“Round two,” he says, eyes dark. “On the floor. I’m not done with you yet.”

Your legs are still trembling when he lowers you to the cold tile floor. You barely have time to adjust before he drops to his knees between your thighs like a man possessed.

You try to protest—softly, uselessly—something about being too sensitive, too full. But Harry looks up at you, lips shiny, eyes blazing.

“You thought I was done?” he says, voice dark and low. “Not when you’re still dripping with me. Not when this cunt’s still clenching like she’s begging.”

He grabs the backs of your thighs and spreads you wide open, forcing you to hold eye contact.

“Gotta taste what I gave you.”

And then he dives in.

There’s no warm-up, no teasing. His mouth seals around your pussy like it belongs there—tongue lapping greedily at his own cum leaking from your hole. It’s filthy. It’s feral. It makes your head fall back and your mouth open in a silent scream.

“Harry—oh my god—”

“You taste so fuckin’ good with me inside you,” he growls against your cunt, tongue thrusting in, then dragging up to your clit. “Gonna make you squirt again. All over my face this time.”

His fingers join his mouth—two, then three—stretching you open, fucking his cum back inside you while his tongue works your clit in fast, relentless circles.

You try to close your legs. He yanks them apart wider.

“No, baby. You don’t get to hide from this. Let me have it.”

And then it hits you—violent, uncontrollable. You come with a strangled cry, body jerking as you gush all over his mouth. He groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, lapping up every drop, completely drenched, and still hungry.

He’s hard again. You feel it before you even open your eyes—his cock rubbing against your soaked folds, slick from your squirt and his spit, twitching with need.

“You’re gonna take it again,” he says, dragging the head of his cock against your sensitive entrance. “One more time, baby. Let me fill you again. Wanna see it dripping twice.”

You don’t even answer. You just whimper and nod, already lifting your hips toward him, aching for more.

He sinks in fast and deep, both of you gasping. It’s too much—too full—but you take it anyway. Your walls flutter around him, overstimulated and stretched wide, and Harry groans at the feeling.

“That’s it, fuckin’ hell—milk my cock again, just like that.”

The thrusts are slower this time but deeper, heavier. He’s watching your belly again. Watching your tits bounce. Watching your face twist in overstimmed pleasure.

“You feel that? My cum still in there? Gonna fuck it in deeper, make sure it sticks.”

Your nails dig into his back. You’re shaking again, on the edge, your pussy pulling him in tighter with every snap of his hips.

“I’m gonna come inside you again, baby,” he pants, hand gripping your throat now—not hard, just enough. “And you’re gonna take it. Let me fuckin’ breed you.”

You shatter again.

Squirting around him as your orgasm explodes through you, crying out his name, soaking his thighs and stomach while your pussy clamps down and pulls him over the edge with you.

He lets out a wrecked, feral moan as he comes inside you again—thick, hot spurts spilling deep until you feel like you can’t hold anymore.

But he doesn’t pull out.

He just presses in deeper. Lets it sit there.

Lets you feel how full you are.

Both of you breathless, tangled, shaking on the floor.

Then his mouth is at your ear.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers, hand sliding down to your belly. “You were made for this. Look at you—overflowing for me.”

And somehow… you love it.

Every messy, filthy, fucked-out second of it.

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📝 Author’s Note:

Who else is in their ovulation please with me because omg HELPPPPPP

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smut with george where reader sits on his face PLEASEEEEE

love ya work btw xx

masterlist | main masterlist

contains: smut, established relationship

george clarke x fem!reader

you’re already breathless when he lies back, head on the pillows, lips wet from earlier kisses and eyes dark with nothing but hunger.

“come here,” he says, voice low, lazy, like he knows exactly how this ends. his hands are on your thighs, warm and steady, guiding you up and over him.

“you sure?” you ask, teasing, even though your pulse is a mess and your thighs are already shaking a little from want.

his grin is all wicked charm. “love, if you don’t sit on my face right now, i’m going to start begging.”

you hum like you’re considering it, but you’re already shifting forward, knees on either side of his head, one hand braced on the headboard.

his hands tighten, tugging you gently down, and when your heat brushes his mouth—he moans. loud. desperate. his fingers flex, holding you in place as his tongue slides between your folds, slow and greedy.

you gasp, head tipping back, one hand flying to his hair as your hips start to rock on instinct. he’s everywhere - his mouth hot, his tongue insistent, his nose brushing just right - and he’s so fucking into it.

you glance down, and the sight nearly ruins you.

his eyes are half-lidded, gaze locked on yours like he needs to see you fall apart. his hands on your hips, guiding your rhythm, like he’s savoring every slick grind of your cunt against his face.

“fuck, george,” you whisper, hips stuttering. “you’re so- fuck-”

he groans into you, the vibration making your legs tremble. and when you try to lift off, overwhelmed, he pulls you right back down.

his voice is wrecked, breathless. “no. stay.”

and you do.

you grind. you ride. you let go.

and when you come, thighs clenching around his head, mouth parted on a helpless moan, george’s grip never falters.

he just keeps licking, like you’re his favorite fucking flavor.

and maybe you are.

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wedding night

Summary: It’s your wedding night and Harry can’t wait to get his hands on you.

Type: Blurb

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The door shut softly behind us, sealing off the world we’d just come from—the music, the toasts, the chaos of the day—leaving only silence and us.

I stood in the middle of the honeymoon suite, hands twisting the delicate lace of my veil, still perched in soft waves over my hair.

The moment we stepped into our suite, his hands were on me, sliding under the fabric of my wedding dress.

The dress slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but the white lace lingerie set I’d chosen just for him. It clung to my skin like a secret, sheer and delicate—made just for his eyes and pleasure. The soft veil framed my face and cascaded down my back, the fabric making me feel both fragile and fierce.

He leaned against the closed door, eyes dragging over me like a slow burn. The black suit he still wore, tie loosened and collar unbuttoned, made him look dark and delicious, like sin wrapped in silk. His curls were slightly tousled from dancing, lips parted, eyes heavy with desire.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

He took a step closer, his black suit sharp and almost too formal against the softness of my lace. His hands came up, trembling just a little, as they hovered before finally settling on my hips.

“You look…. You’re..” he was at a loss for words.

“Holy fuck…” he spoke again as he loosened his tie.

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat radiate off him, the tension thick enough to taste. I’d never seen him so flustered.

His hands were still on my hips, his gaze drinking me in like he couldn’t believe I was real. I ran my fingers down the lapels of his black suit jacket, smiling softly as I watched his jaw clench.

“I had it custom made,” I whispered, voice just barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Just for tonight.”

His eyes flicked up to mine—dark, heated, hungry. That was all it took.

He crashed his mouth to mine, all restraint snapping. His hands moved up, one cradling the back of my head, the other gripping my waist with a desperation that made my knees weak.

The kiss was deep and filled with need. His tongue slid against mine like he was claiming me, just how I wanted. My fingers curled in his jacket as I melted into him, already trembling.

His lips were everywhere—soft, warm, and intentional. He started at my neck, slow and lingering, brushing kisses along my skin. I tilted my head back, moaning softly as his mouth found the hollow of my throat.

I shivered beneath him, fists tightening as his lips traveled lower, down the slope of my shoulder, across the delicate bone he exposed when he pushed the lace strap aside with his nose.

He kissed the top of my chest, right above the line of my bra, and whispered against my skin, “I’m gonna make you feel as good as you look, baby..”

I whimpered—quiet and aching—because I knew he’d follow through with his promise. He always did. I was already falling apart and he hadn’t even touched me properly yet.

I felt his hand trail down the curve of my hip, slow and deliberate, fingers hooking under the waistband of my panties. The lace dragged across my skin, and I lifted my hips instinctively, letting him slide them down.

He didn’t rush.

He kissed the inside of my thigh as he pulled them off completely, then balled the lace in his fist and looked me right in the eyes with a smirk that made my stomach clench.

Without saying a word, he shoved the panties into the pocket of his suit trousers.

My eyes widened. “Harry…”

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine as he led me slowly to the bed. In just a few steps, we were on the bed, Harry’s body pressing over mine in one fluid motion.

He touched me with such familiarity. He knew my body like no other, perhaps more than myself.

Tender. Rough. Delicate. Heavy.

He kissed down my chest, my torso, my thighs, and stopped at my center.

“Please… open your legs for me, Mrs. Styles.”

I moan almost immediately in response. I didn’t expect that. It felt so good.

Mrs. Styles.

I open my legs at a timid pace, never being able to kick that initial shyness. I think it’s because I loved the way he worked to draw me out of it.

He grins at my shyness, never kicking the thrill he gets from that.

His fingers trail lightly down the inside of my thigh, warm and steady, never rushing. He doesn’t push—he never does. Instead, he waits, kneeling between my knees with patience written all over his face.

I exhale shakily, biting the inside of my cheek.

He leans in and kisses the bend of my knee, soft and slow. Then the inside of my thigh.

He whispers something I barely catch, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

His hands slide up again, coaxing gently, his thumbs brushing the delicate edge of my hesitation.

And then I do it—not all at once, not without nerves—but I let my legs fall a little wider.

His smile is reverent, not smug. Like I’ve given him something sacred.

“Mmh,” I hear him moan at the sight of me.

His gaze lingers between my thighs like it’s something sacred, something he’s been waiting for, but never entitled to. The weight of it makes me shiver.

“You don’t know what that does to me,” he says, voice low and rough now. His hands settle on my inner thighs, thumbs tracing idle circles like he’s memorizing me.

I swallow hard. “Show me, baby.”

He leans forward and presses a kiss right at the top of my thigh, so close I twitch. He notices.

“Still shy,” he whispers against my skin. “Still fucking sexy.”

Then he moves lower—mouth dragging lazy, open-mouthed kisses until he’s exactly where I want him. He doesn’t dive in. He waits. One hand stays on my thigh, grounding me. The other parts me even further with slow, practiced care.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, breath warm and maddening.

“It’s not,” I whisper. “It’s not enough.”

That’s all he needs.

His tongue slides through me with devastating precision, and my hips jump despite myself. I try to close my legs again—out of instinct, out of habit—but his hands catch me gently, holding me open.

“Let me see you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.”

And something in me gives.

The shyness doesn’t vanish—but it melts into something else. Something hotter. He licks me again, slower this time, like he’s savoring me. I moan—quiet, breathless—and his grip tightens just slightly.

“That’s it,” he says against me.

His mouth is relentless, but never careless. Every stroke of his tongue is deliberate, tasting me like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. I can feel how much he wants me in the way he holds me open, the way his hands tremble just slightly against my thighs.

My breath catches as he sucks gently at that spot that makes my legs shake, and I gasp—louder than I expect. Embarrassment rises fast, but he pulls back just enough to look up at me.

“Don’t hold it in,” he murmurs, lips slick. “I want all of it—all of you.”

I reach down, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to tell him I need more. He smiles into me, groans low in his throat like my need is its own kind of reward.

But then he pulls back entirely.

He lines himself up, moving slowly, carefully—like he knows I’ll tense if he rushes. The stretch is real, thick and hot, and my breath hitches again as he starts to push in.

He groans—deep, guttural—like the feel of me around him might undo him on the spot. “So fucking tight,” he breathes. “Oh fuck.”

I can’t help the way my fingers clutch at his arms, digging in as he rocks forward another inch. He pauses, kisses my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth.

When he bottoms out, we both just stay there—breathing each other in. He doesn’t move yet. He just lets me feel it, lets me adjust.

Then he starts to roll his hips, slow and deep, dragging pleasure out like a secret.

Every stroke pushes me open a little more. Every sound he makes coaxes another one from me. My shyness doesn’t vanish, but it no longer feels like something to fight. It’s just part of how he loves me—patiently, reverently, and with everything he’s got.

“Mmm,” I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, “you feel so good.”

His eyes flick up to mine, like those words land harder than anything else. Like that simple truth is the thing that undoes him more than the heat, the moans, the friction.

“Yeah?” he breathes, his voice ragged.

I nod before pulling him to me and kiss him hard—needy, unfiltered—because there’s no room for pretending right now. He’s deep inside me, filling me completely, and I want him to know exactly how wrecked I am by it.

“You’re so good to me,” I whisper between kisses. “So fucking good, you don’t even know.”

His rhythm falters slightly, and I feel it—how much the words hit him. Not just the praise, but the truth of it.

He swallows hard. “Say it again.”

I hold his face in both hands, gaze steady despite the way my body’s shaking. “You’re good to me. You make me feel wanted. Safe. Insatiable.”

That last word comes out on a gasp as he thrusts deeper—rougher now, like I’ve lit a match inside him. His mouth crashes into mine again, desperate and messy and full of everything we haven’t said.

He’s already buried deep inside me, sweat slick at the base of his neck, breath hot against my collarbone. The rhythm is steady, controlled—but there’s tension beneath it, like he’s holding himself back.

I smile through the haze, tilting my hips up to meet him. “You fuck me like you’re made for me.”

“I am made for you, baby.”

His head drops against my shoulder, and I feel his entire body shudder. He groans—loud, needy—and then it’s like something inside him snaps.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me. His gaze is dark, intense, almost reverent.

I open my mouth to speak, but he moves before I can—grabs my thighs and pushes them up, deeper, tighter, until I gasp. His thrusts change, no longer slow or careful—they’re full, purposeful, desperate in the most delicious way.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice thick. “You love this? You love how crazy you make me?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes.”

He moans again—louder this time, rough around the edges—and he leans down, kissing me like he’s trying to climb inside me. His hips slam forward and I cry out, the pleasure rolling through me in waves.

I claw at his back, pulling him closer, dizzy from how good he feels. “Don’t stop. You’re making me—fuck—you’re making me feel…everything.”

His mouth finds my ear, and he groans right into it. “You should feel everything. You deserve that. I want you ruined by me—shaking and wrecked and knowing no one else could ever touch you like this.”

He’s still inside me when I shift, slowly, carefully. His hands instinctively guide me as I straddle him, knees braced on either side of his hips. We both groan at the change in angle, at the way it feels different like this—deeper in some places, more exposed in others.

His eyes drag over me, wild and reverent. “Holy fuck,” he breathes, chest heaving beneath me. “Look at you.”

I still wore my lace veil and bra.

I roll my hips slowly, testing, teasing, and his head falls back against the pillow with a choked moan. But it’s not just the pleasure that has him undone—it’s the sight of me.

He trails his fingers up my ribs, slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. His eyes have been locked on it for minutes now, distracted by the way it clings to me, how the fabric stretches over my curves.

He sits up, both hands now at my back, unclasping it with practiced ease—but he doesn’t rush. He holds the band for a moment, breath ghosting over my skin. Then, gently, he slides the straps down my arms, one at a time, eyes flicking up to my face to make sure I’m okay.

I am. More than okay.

The lace slips away like a whisper, soft against my skin, and he exhales sharply when my breasts are finally bare before him.

“You’re unreal,” he says, sitting up on one elbow, the other hand running up my stomach to cup my breast.

I arch into his palm instinctively.

Then he leans in—slow, deliberate—and kisses the swell of one breast, then the other. Soft, open-mouthed kisses that make me gasp and roll my hips again. He groans against my skin, like the feel of me is something he can’t quite handle.

His hands come up to cup both breasts fully, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I feel myself pulse around him from the sensation.

“You don’t know what this does to me,” he murmurs, voice muffled as he rubs his cheek against my chest, nuzzling me like he’s half-drunk on the feeling of skin against skin.

I cradle his head, fingers threading through his hair as he mouths at my nipple, sucking gently, then swirling his tongue over it again and again until my thighs start to shake.

I rock my hips slower now, keeping us both on that edge, and he swears under his breath again. His hands trail down to my hips, guiding my pace but never controlling it—letting me lead, letting me take him.

“I love watching you fall apart,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss his temple.

“Evil girl,” he grins before pulling me in for a kiss.

His hands grip my hips as I move over him, slow but steady, our rhythm deepening with every roll. The way he looks up at me—like I’m the most sacred thing he’s ever touched—only pushes me closer. His lips are still warm from where he’d been sucking on my breasts, now parted and panting, trying to hold back the storm building inside him.

“Just like that,” he groans, voice rough and reverent. “Don’t stop, baby—don’t stop.”

His hands slide up my back, then down again, like he needs to feel all of me—needs to anchor himself in the moment.

“Fuck,” he gasps, eyes locked on where our bodies are joined.

The tension between us sharpens, electric. Every movement, every breath is laced with need. His hips start meeting mine on instinct, thrusting up into me just right, just deep enough to make stars explode behind my eyes.

He’s still catching his breath beneath me, hands roaming up and down my thighs like he can’t stop touching me. But then he sits up, kisses me deeply, and murmurs against my lips, “I need you underneath me now.”

The way he says it — low, reverent — makes something pulse deep inside me.

He flips us gently, careful not to break the connection for more than a second, and settles between my legs.

His body covers mine completely, chest pressing against my breasts, his forearms braced on either side of my head. His hips nestle against mine, and when he slides back in — slow, deliberate — we both let out the kind of sound that comes from deep within.

His hips roll into mine with perfect rhythm — deep and slow, dragging pleasure out of both of us with every thrust. He kisses me through it, moaning into my mouth like the feel of me is driving him mad.

“Look at me,” I whisper, cupping his face.

His eyes meet mine instantly, glassy and dark, like he’s barely hanging on. He moans almost immediately.

His forehead drops to mine, and he starts to move faster, harder, chasing that last stretch of friction. Our breaths tangle, our bodies tense, and I feel it — the breaking point — approaching fast.

“I’m right there,” I gasp, nails digging into his back.

“Me too. Fuck, baby—me too,” he moans, driving into me with just enough roughness to tip me over the edge.

Pleasure crashes through me in waves, pulling a cry from my throat as I clench around him. He follows instantly, groaning my name as he spills inside me, his whole body shuddering against mine.

He’s still inside me, his weight more comforting rather than heavy, his chest rising and falling against mine.

His mouth finds my neck first — slow, open kisses that make me melt even more. Then my jaw. Then the curve of my cheek.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice low, careful.

“Mhmm,” I manage to say.

He kisses the top of my shoulder, then the spot just above my heart, then the length of my collarbone like he’s trying to press pieces of himself into me.

I could only guess how undone I looked in that moment.

I couldn’t stop the blush that rose as it hit me all over again — Harry is my husband. And I’m his wife.

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imagine harry turning over in the middle of the night and latching onto your nipple. it wouldn't be a sexual thing necessarily. just a comfort thing and maybe you're already both naked from activities before you went to sleep. and out of instinct you cradle harry's head as he sucks your tit.

OH MY GOD...... I! LOVE! THIS!

You'd had sex hours before so you both were completely naked under the heavy duvet. You were asleep on your side facing Harry and Harry was asleep on his back. But then as sleeping people tend to do, Harry starts moving to find a new comfortable position. That position being lowered down to be face level with your warm chest and the front of his body wrapping around your front. His head was basically all the way underneath the covers.

As he falls back asleep, Harry realizes his face is sandwiched between your boobs, beings your laying on your side and they are hanging down sideways. So this gives Harry the idea to roam blindly until he finds one of your nipples. When he does, he latches his warm mouth onto it and gently sucks the sensitive area.

You just barley wake up to the feeling of someone sucking your boob and when you realize its Harry doing so, you relax back into the comfy bed and place your hand on the back of his curly scalp from under the duvet. It doesn't feel sexual in any way. It's kind of even lulling to you as it is for Harry.

Harry falls back into his slumber with one of your nipples in his mouth and you go back to the sleep you barley even woke up from. His hands are gently placed on your bare back as to push your body as close to him as possible. One arm under your side and one thrown over your side. His chest is level with your tummy and hips. You alternate between having your hand in his hair and sliding it down as far as you can go on his naked back.

You feel soft puffs of air on your breasts from Harry's nose as you're sleeping. Harry's flaccid penis is laying softly between his legs and your thighs. Everything is quiet in your bedroom. And everything feels just right.

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other sub!harry concepts from tonight:

Sub Harry Clit Sucking

Sub Harry Crying During Sex

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the unhealthy amount of times I've watched this moment from the new Sidemen video 😂😂😂😂 I'm howling!!!!!!!

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Starving for you. MDNI

you had barely made it through the door of your shared flat before his lips were on yours — all heat and hunger, like he had been holding back for hours on end. george backed you against the wall with a grunt, hands already roaming — face, shoulders, hips. going lower.

The makeout started messy. all teeth and tongues and breathless gasps. his lips we're fighting against yours like he'd been starving for days, and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. his hands fumbled with your waist once again, gripping like he needed to memorize the shape of you, like the thought of letting you go didn't exist. his tongue slid against yours with wet, desperate rhythm, slick and hot, tasting every inch of your mouth as if trying to drink you in.

he groaned low into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, like he couldn't stop it — like the feel of you set something primal off in him. his hips rocked forward without rhythm, grinding into you through layers of of denim and cotton, rough and needy, like his body was already on autopilot, seeking out friction with a kind of shameless hunger.

you tugged on his hoodie — not gently, but with a clenched fist and trembling fingers, dragging him closer like gravity had suddenly intensified between you. each blind step toward the couch was frantic and clumsy, but neither of you cared. you stumbled together, mouths still fused, teeth occasionally knocking, fingers slipping under clothes, craving more skin, more heat.

when you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, he didn’t hesitate — settling his weight over you, his thigh slotting between yours like it belonged there. he rocked against you slow, deliberate, dragging the thick muscle of his leg against the clothed slick heat between your thighs, the pressure maddening. every movement made your breath hitch, and he felt it — groaned low in his throat like it spurred him on.

but then he stilled — just slightly — pulling back only far enough to rest his forehead against yours. his breath came in harsh, uneven bursts, lips parted like he’d just run a marathon, pupils blown wide and dark with want.

“i need to eat you out,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desperation. “let me. please. i've been thinking about it all fucking day. i’m going insane.”

you blinked up at him, dazed and throbbing, your whole body lit up and tense with want. his words didn’t feel rehearsed — they hit you raw, straight from his chest, hot and honest and filthy in that way only george could be.

“you’re begging?” you managed, your voice thinner than usual, but sharp with disbelief.

“yeah,” he said, instantly — not an ounce of shame in him. his eyes were wild, feverish. “i’d get on my knees and pray to your cunt if you asked me to. just say yes. please. i'll take such good care of you. let me take care of you.”

it struck you like a lightning bolt — obscene, reverent, hungry. your breath caught. the air was thick, electric between you, and your throat worked as you swallowed. you nodded — barely, shakily — but it was all he needed.

he moved like he’d been released from chains. dropped between your legs with a groan, like gravity yanked him down and he didn’t dare resist. his hands found your leggings and underwear and tore them down in one urgent, ungraceful pull, his fingers shaking slightly with how fast he needed you bare.

you lifted your hips for him, every nerve ending on fire, and when he looked up — paused for just a second — his face was stricken with awe. his eyes drank you in like you were something sacred, a living altar he’d dreamt of kneeling before. his mouth parted slightly, lips pink and damp, and he just looked, breath catching like the sight alone had knocked it from him.

“fuck...” he whispered, breath ghosting over your skin, voice already wrecked beyond repair. “you’re so wet already.” his nose brushed the inside of your thigh as he inhaled, slow and unashamed, like he was savoring it. “did i do that? hust from kissing you?”

you smirked, lips parting to deliver something cocky — a tease, something smug and sharp — but then his tongue met you.

one long, deliberate stroke from base to clit, and everything inside you snapped. yhe breath tore out of your lungs like a gut-punch.

he moaned — deep, guttural, like the taste of you was everything he’d been craving and didn’t dare believe he’d actually get. it vibrated through you, the sound of him already lost in it, like he’d just been handed divinity. and the way his mouth moved... it wasn’t tender. it wasn’t gentle. It was delirious. worship, yes — but the kind done on bloodied knees, desperate and filthy and raw.

your hands flew to his hair before you even realized, fingers tangling in the mess of it, gripping like you needed something to hold onto. you tugged, hard — and he groaned, loud against you, into you, the sound half-lust, half-gratitude. he liked it. fuck, he loved it.

then his tongue flattened against your clit and dragged — slow at first, letting you feel every velvet inch of it — before speeding up, circling, then flicking with maddening precision. his rhythm was erratic in the way only a man obsessed could manage — too hungry to be calculated, too skilled to be clumsy. your thighs started to tremble, and he didn’t let up for a second.

“fuck, george — ”

you gasped his name like it was the only thing keeping you grounded, your hips already twitching beneath him.

he hummed in response, mouth still sealed to you — like he could speak through vibration alone, and the message was clear: don’t stop, don’t think, just fall apart for me.

two fingers slipped between your folds, slick and hot, teasing your entrance. he didn’t rush — just pushed in with devastating ease, the stretch making your back arch instantly. you could feel the smirk in the way he moaned, deep in his throat, shameless.

your hips rolled against his face on instinct — seeking more pressure, more friction, more everythi —

and then he lost it.

something in him snapped — maybe it was the sound you made, or the way your hips rolled, just barely out of his reach — and suddenly his hands were gripping your thighs with bruising intensity, dragging you flush to his mouth with a growl that sent a bolt of heat through your spine.

“yeah,” he rasped, voice gravelled and soaked in lust. "ride my face. fuck yourself on me. please.

your hips jolted, instinctive and hungry. “you want that?”

he looked up at you, eyes blown wide, pupils eclipsing the color, lips shiny and slick with you. he looked unholy like that — ruined and reverent at the same time.

“i want you to fucking use me,” he said, without hesitation. “sit on my face if you want — i’ll take it. i need it.”

that was all the permission you needed. you grabbed a cushion, heart hammering, limbs shaky, and repositioned yourself, straddling his chest as he laid back eagerly, the heat in his gaze dragging over your body like a touch. you climbed over him, one leg at a time, until your thighs framed his face and his hands were back on your hips, urgent and trembling.

the second you sank down, he moaned — loud — and his tongue was right there, sliding up into you like it had missed you, like the few seconds without your heat had been too long to bear.

and this time, you were in control.

you rocked against him, slow at first, drawing tight little circles with your hips, feeling everything — the deliberate drag of his tongue, the way he licked like he was starving, the way every moan vibrated through his mouth into your cunt. ge let you ride him, no resistance — just open-mouthed devotion, his nose nudging your clit with every grind, his jaw tilting to meet your rhythm like it was sacred choreography.

“mmmf — fuck, that’s it,” he slurred beneath you, almost delirious. “ride me, baby. take what you need.”

you looked down, and the sight nearly undid you. he was a mess — flushed to his ears, eyes fluttering half-shut, mouth open and wet, tongue straining out for more like he couldn’t breathe without you. his cheeks were streaked with your slick, his hair wild from your fingers, and he looked like he loved it — like this was all he ever wanted.

you didn’t let up.

you rode him — harder, faster, grinding down with reckless abandon, chasing your own release, and he took it. hands digging into your hips, pulling you down with every roll, sucking and licking like he was getting high off the taste of you. the wet sounds were obscene, echoing off the walls, filthy and slick and so fucking hot.

your thighs started to shake, muscles twitching. you were panting, incoherent, nails dragging through his hair, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

“george — oh my — i’m gonna cum — ”

he moaned into you, loud and shameless, tongue flattening and flicking with purpose. his hands held you tighter, grounding you to his face as you shattered — hips stuttering, back arching, mouth falling open on a wordless cry.

and he didn’t stop.

he licked you through it, even as your legs trembled and your body tried to twist away. he held you down like he needed to feel every last pulse of it against his mouth, every quake of your thighs, every twitch of your overstimulated cunt.

“sensitive — fuck, george — ”

but he didn’t care.

he was so pussy-drunk, lost in it, moaning and humming with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips wrapped around your clit like he could live there.

“can’t stop,” he mumbled into you, voice low and hoarse. “not done. gimme another. wanna feel you shake again.”

you cried out, hips jerking, your whole body molten and overstimulated and soaked, but he kept going — tongue flicking, circling, lips sucking, nose pressed against you with such greedy focus that you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to.

and then the second orgasm crashed into you — sharper, deeper — your vision blurred out in white static, your legs locked around his head, and you screamed, because it was too much and not enough and somehow perfect.

he groaned into you again, tongue relentless, lapping up every twitch, every drop, like he was starving for it. like he could keep doing this until you were ruined entirely.

and maybe he would have.

but eventually you collapsed to the side, boneless and gasping, your body too wrecked to keep going. he followed, lazy and content, chin glistening, lips red and swollen, eyes hazy with satisfaction.

you looked at him, your breath shaky, everything trembling, and whispered, “You good?”

he grinned, soft and ruined, and leaned in to kiss your thigh, slow and reverent.

“i’ve never been better.”

eventually, he peeled himself off the couch, muscles trembling slightly, face still slick and flushed with satisfaction. but instead of fully retreating, he shifted — crawling lazily toward you like a big, tired cat, and then collapsed again, this time with his head resting heavy on your thigh.

his cheek pressed into your skin, still warm and trembling beneath him, and he looked up at you — pupils still blown, hair a mess, lips swollen from everything he’d just done to you.

“can we go again?” he asked, voice low and hoarse, but somehow boyish too — as if he didn’t just worship your cunt like it was the only religion he believed in.

you blinked down at him, breath still uneven, your body barely pieced back together.

“oh my god, george.”

he grinned — lazy, unbothered, completely ruined and smug about it. one of his hands found your knee, fingertips dragging slow, absent minded circles against your skin.

“what?” he murmured, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your thigh, lips soft but still hungry. “uou taste too good. i wasn’t done. thought i could make you cum again. or five more times.”

you groaned, somewhere between flustered and turned on all over again.

his smile widened like he knew.

“say yes,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “i’ll be good. i'll be so good.”

you knew you were in for a long night.

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"He holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars, this is all I think of' - lana del rey

If you could write something like this with george I would pass AWAY

so so adorable omg

contains: established relationship, intoxication, slow burn

george clarke x fem!reader

it’s late, the room half-lit by the soft glow of the streetlight seeping through the blinds. the world outside is distant, quiet. but in here, the air’s thick with something slower. heavier.

you’re in his arms, tangled up, the weight of him a comforting, solid thing you never want to move away from. he’s not sober—not by a long shot—but his grip on you is steady, like he knows exactly where you are, like he knows you need him right now, in this space.

his breath is warm against your hair, steady, like a lullaby. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest under your cheek, slow and deep, and it’s all so grounding.

his voice is low, a little slurred, but it makes you smile anyway. “you okay?” he asks, the question a little lost in the haze of whatever drink he had too many of. he’s barely holding himself up, but you don’t mind. you like this version of him—the one who forgets himself for a while, the one who lets you pull him down to earth, makes him soft for a moment.

“i’m perfect,” you whisper back. you let yourself sink into him, eyes fluttering closed, the stars in your mind swirling and merging with the warmth of his body. it’s almost too much.

he laughs softly, his hands wandering, fingers tracing little circles on your back like he’s reassuring himself that you’re still here, still close. “you make me feel like i’m in a dream,” he murmurs, voice rough from alcohol and something softer. “all i want is to keep you here. just like this.”

and for a moment, you wonder if you’ll ever feel anything quite as perfect as this—caught somewhere between sleep and reality, between his warmth and the quiet of the world outside. this, all of it, is everything you never knew you needed. his big arms around you, holding you together, as if nothing could ever break this.

“don’t go anywhere,” he says, a little breathless, the words muffled against your hair. he holds you tighter, as if the universe might shift if he lets go.

but you know. you’ll never want to leave. not when he’s like this, not when it’s just the two of you, drunk on each other’s presence, on this feeling of being tangled in his arms, his heart beating beneath your cheek.

and you can’t help but think, this is everything.

you’re seeing stars, and you never want to stop.

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"Now and forever." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

Summary: Your life together is paused with a fight a few hours before the dead start walking, and it forces you two to embark on a journey through that new world apart until Daryl and you reunite with the fall of Woodbury.

A/N: Hi. Obviously this story is way different from the storyline with the Governor, and I wanna clarify that nothing happens to Maggie here :( I had to include Merle. I want to believe that he could be good, although I think I'll do a second part 'cause the interaction between Daryl and you is really little, just because I wanted to write something. It's 6 in the morning and I have to get up at 8 so second part soon! I hope you like it. And we're launching a new nickname from Daryl!♥

“At some point a sorry ain’t gonna be enough.”

You always hated the comparison, but in your mind, you knew Daryl Dixon was fire behind his cold apathy—warm, passionate when he wanted, protective, yet dangerous, with the ability to burn down everything in his path—that's why, aware of his own power, Daryl always lived without emotions, without freedom, flying solo so as not to unleash his true nature and turn everything to ashes. You were always a flight risk, you felt everything too much, but you were always the light—never the shadow—of a loving military father who died fighting before the end of the world. And alone, you left home, taking his memory and his gun hidden in your waistband with you, landing in that seedy bar forgotten by God himself, where the ex–military man and owner—the person who sacrificed himself for you that night—took you in like a daughter, offering you a job that helped keep you on your feet, right in the place where you met the charming Merle, and his baby brother, the young Daryl Dixon.

Dirty, his sleeveless shirt always bearing a grease stain from the repair shop where he worked, intimidating even without saying a word, but his motorcycle was the perfect, perpetual example of the bad boy, the one who made bad decisions, with a tragic past and the physical and emotional wounds to prove it.

However, without any attempt at seduction, with that spark of fire in his serious gaze and a ray of light in yours, it became common between you two to spend the night together where everything was intense, somewhat sweaty, but less heavy, less lonely, less sad when you started talking and laughing and Daryl began to open up. And from never having anything, Daryl went to feeling full, complete, to feeling like he had everything—although always harboring that thought in the back of his head that at some point he would ruin it all—and boy, he did. Feeling that ridiculous sensation of falling deeply in love was overwhelming at first, difficult to digest and accept, until Daryl Dixon knew in his rusty heart that you would always be the only one, that there would be no one after you, ever. Now, and forever.

The idea of ​​marriage was always something distant and foreign to you, until you felt the ring on your finger and someone in your circle mentioned your new last name. Everything stayed the same for a long, long time, but it was also like living in an eternal honeymoon, without overwhelming emotions, only peace in your worlds that had once been fractured by the pain of the past.

Life was good, never ordinary and even fun.

“Hey, asshole! Dinner is ready!”

“Fuck ya!” Merle's voice echoes through the place, and you laugh quietly as you wait at the beginning of the hallway that connects to the kitchen, looking down the hall toward the place where Merle lived, his own kingdom, as he called it, the only place you hadn't managed to invade, as he used to say with a snort. “I’ll be there!”

You let out a chuckle as you turn around to go back to the small kitchen, where Daryl, standing at the counter next to the sink, looks at you with his usual serious disapproval.

“How long will ya do that?”

“Oh, come on. Please don’t take away the only fun I get from living with your precious brother.”

You return your attention to the vegetables on the cutting board as Daryl hums a response, not entirely in agreement with the twisted and strange relationship you'd formed with his brother. But as his body presses against yours from behind, with playful hands around your waist and his forehead on your exposed neck, you know that those displays of affection always came laced with love, replacing the words Daryl was still clumsy with.

"Ya two disgust me." Merle makes a monumental effort not to spit on the floor when he appears to sit in one of the dining room chairs, making you roll your eyes as Daryl pulls away from you. "At least got the decency to lemme know if yer gonna make porn in the kitchen."

Daryl lets out a low grunt without saying anything, having learned to ignore him, the only way to stop the fire before it spread.

"Make porn?" You wrinkle your nose. “The only porn in this house is the one you watch every day: one day your hand will fall off.”

Both of you knew the path opened up for the endless sexually charged jokes he could make, but Merle chuckles, letting the opportunity pass. As the midnight winds down, Daryl’s hand rests almost lazily on one of your legs on the couch, gazes focused on the TV as his brother strolls through the house on his way to a day that’s just beginning for him.

“M' leavin'. Don’ wait up for me.”

Daryl doesn’t even bother to look at him, his voice flat.

“No one does.”

You chuckle as a blank expression spreads across the elder Dixon’s face, but Merle still hadn’t learned to let things go.

“Yer so sweet ya make me wanna throw up.” Part of him meant it, though in his tin–hearted heart as you used to call it, he cared enough for his brother, and you. “But when ya got yer first kid, do sum right for once and name it after me.”

“I’d kill myself first.”

Merle’s laughter echoes in the room until he leaves. But there, that thought was settled, like a cloud heavy with rain, wondering if there would ever be kids, but it was all a matter of perspective; you either loved the rain or hated it.

“Do you want to make porn in the kitchen?”

Daryl chuckles, and happiness fills his blue eyes in a second. He was happy, completely, like he'd never been in his life. But it was the little unresolved issues that piled up, his inability to speak properly when friction arose between you two, his destructive fears, the enemy that lurked in his thoughts, your own insecurities: all of them brought fire and brimstone to a home that seemed indestructible.

"So what the fuck keeps ya here then? The fuckin’ door's right there if ya wanna leave so badly!"

You didn't even remember why you two started fighting in the first place. Maybe it was the unspoken things, the misunderstandings, the challenge in his voice for you to be the one to end it all because Daryl knew he wouldn't be able to, the intensity of his emotions, or how quickly you could walk away with a cold stare and empty, tearless eyes. The silence is deafening until your sigh fills the room, nodding before heading for the door.

"Someday, a sorry ain't gonna be enough, Daryl, if you're even capable of saying it for the first time in your life."

You leave, and he doesn't try to follow, too proud to trample his manhood with a plea, a pride that was built in him with merciless fists that collided with his body until it forged a single thought in his mind, a cursed memory of his parents burned into his head, an unbreakable rule: men don't say sorry, they don't say please, men don't cry or beg.

Sadly, the city turned into hell that night, in just a couple of hours. The chaos, the groans, the police sirens, the gunshots, the cries for help and the excruciating pain. The phone left on your nightstand burned the bridge path behind you, forcing you to continue only forward, alone again. However, the desolation of the world ended for you when a community appeared, suspiciously perfect, like a cruel illusion in the desert when you're one step away from perishing: Woodbury. They had a system, hierarchies, and even order, but one day, on your way to work as a doctor's assistant, a voice caught your attention while it froze your heart.

“Fuck. Me. Right. Now... ain't ya ma lil' brotha's bunny.” The looks on both of your faces are equally incredulous, always underestimating each other's fervent desire to survive, even if you two cared for each other. “I thought ya'd be underground by now, darlin'. Or ya'd be a walker's lunch.”

“I'd never give you that satisfaction, asshole.” A sarcastic smile appears on your lips, and your gaze rests on the memory of what had once been his hand, raising an eyebrow. “I see your hand finally fell off like I told you. I warned you, didn't I?”

Merle Dixon hated the crumbs of pity to the point of repulsion and anger, but he found none in your sincere gaze, with you relieved to see that at least he was still alive, and a genuine smile spread across his own lips.

But everything always felt unstable, like walking through a landmine, almost waiting for it all to explode—until eventually it all did after a while, when two women walked through the front door during a heavy night, but towards opposite directions. One blonde headed to the governor's room, while the green–eyed woman was forced to exist in a cell, unaware of the other's existence. No one was supposed to know about her, but the young woman became a poorly kept secret that shattered your calm when you snuck in and she asked for a shred of your sympathy, ultimately uttering a name you thought you'd never hear again, just to show you she had a family.

“We need to get out of this fucking place now, Merle.” Your voice sounds impatient and scared, almost like your racing heart that you can't stop.

He stops walking around the little room of the house.

“Not as fast as ya did when ya left ma brotha.” Merle laughs, but without a hint of fun.

“You have the intelligence and empathy of a fucking rock, stupid asshole.” You let out a sigh, almost in resignation. “I'm not going to leave a woman at the mercy of a sick person. Doesn’t matter that he helped me. Either I'll get her out of there or at least I'll die trying.”

“Hey. Thanks for mentionin' yer dyin' to see ma lil' brotha.” Merle laughs again, wistfully this time when he sees you have the same expression. “'kay. I'll help. How ya wanna do this, honey?”

You swallow, fighting the lump in your throat.

“That woman, Andrea, do you think she can be trusted?”

The darkness of the following night deepened until the dawn began to claim its place, and the colors of the fire spread across every corner of that community, disappearing into the empty sky, bullets whizzing by until everything returned to absolute silence, where the world was once again dangerous only from the monsters stalking the forest. Daryl's people, they managed to infiltrate and break the seemingly unbreakable pillars of Woodbury, and their community and yours blended together until they merged for the common good: to survive, to live in peace even in the ruins of that world.

There were so many people in the woods, free at last. Young people, adults, families, children.

“Bunny?”

Behind you, that stupid nickname in his deep voice makes you gulp, but always full of affection and this time without that fake touch of sarcasm Daryl always used to tease you, promising to never hunt rabbits again just so your pet's soul could rest in peace. Seconds or a lifetime, the relentless time would never have allowed you to be ready for that reunion, and life doesn't stop, so you turn around.

The moment your gaze met Daryl's, the ocean in his eyes reawakened in a second, bringing with it tears he held back until he reached you. His free hand clasped your waist as the relief of seeing you again mixed with his fear of never seeing you again, forcing him to drop his forehead against your shoulder for a moment before pulling you into a hug. Your hand, which wasn't holding your gun, holds the side of his head, all under the confused and even stunned glances coming from the side of his group, people searching for answers in each other's eyes.

Daryl pulls away, just enough to press his forehead against yours, hand on your face now.

"I knew ya were alive, bunny." He whispers, because Daryl feels his overwhelming feelings creating a lump in his throat, blocking all strength in him, even in his voice.

You let out a small laugh that turns into a sigh.

"Your hair has grown out."

Daryl chuckles too, finally feeling the warmth of your body slow his wild heartbeat.

Back in the arms of her own husband, the place where she belonged, Maggie nods in your direction, a weak, trembling smile on her lips that remains even after Rick, their leader, leads the way for the others, toward a real community. The road is long, but not eternal, though somewhere in the middle, you go a little further to help the lonely, weary grandfather who lost his family the night it all started, and an arm like Max did in a past war, the bar owner, the man who made a nest for you in the center of his home.

“She’s stronger than I thought.” Merle exhales, standing next to his brother, both of their gazes on you. “A pain in ma ass all this time, but (Y/N) is family, ain’t she? so I can’t talk too much shit 'bout ma favorite sister–in–law.”

Daryl inhales, but all the already polluted air in the world doesn’t seem enough to fill his body.

“She won’t forgive me for what I did. I can see it in her blank stare.”

Merle purses his lips, deliberating whether making a joke to be true to his nature and mocking the pain of others, even if it came from his own brother, is the right thing to do at that moment. But even he and his inability to empathize can see a bit of Daryl's broken gaze, and for a second, as Merle swallows painfully, his younger brother's eyes take him back to when Daryl was just a child, right to the moment when he understood that the pain he experienced for the first time was only the beginning of something much worst.

Daryl had the same sad, resigned look, just when Merle thought he'd never see it again: it was the same intensity, only with a different kind of pain. No, even more so. Much worse. That's why Merle doesn't say anything even after you all reach the prison. The sight takes your breath away, but when the gates close and seal the place, it doesn't feel like a prison at all, with the duty to lock you up, deprive you of your freedom, but rather a place where you can flourish again just when the world seemed doomed to wither.

The long day ends when the cells are occupied, almost all of them. Only a few members of Daryl's group remain standing in the cold place that once served as a visiting room for prisoners.

"I ain't sleepin' with ma baby brotha an' his annoyin' wife. No roommates this time, damn it. M' tired of that shit."

"Merle!" You chide him, like a child learning how to behave when the thought of abandoning him on another rooftop seems looming again, but the bossy tone in your voice is enough to shut him up, relieved that he doesn’t resent them too much to bring the subject up again, with him raising his only remaining hand in a gesture of harmlessness before retreating when Hershel tells him there’s one at the end of Corridor G. When he finally disappears, the discomfort is replaced by surprise that shines like the summer sun at that sweltering season on the others’ faces, even Daryl’s, a few feet away from you. “Sorry, everyone, he is still learning to pee outside like a good dog. Please don’t kick him out.”

You were even funny, and even though you didn't know it, people would soon love you.

Rick clears his throat, still shocked by the revelation that the most unsociable person in that place had feelings, even a wife, a person he called by a nickname that seemed covered in glitter when his personality was as hard as a rock.

"Uh, I guess you don't need a room of your own, do you, (Y/N)? I mean, you and Daryl..."

No one hears or senses your sigh.

"No, of course, it's fine like that."

Another throat clearing comes from the side, and the woman with short hair approaches. Carol.

"You're the only one who hasn't eaten yet." Her gaze is gentle, so soft and filled with maternal love. "Why don't we go to the dining room? I'll get you some more comfortable clothes, too."

You nod, hoping to delay the awkward moment as much as possible.

“Thank you.”

You step back to leave beside her and the hallway feels cold, walls still foreign to you.

“So you and Daryl…” Carol laughs, trying to lighten the moment, but even the sound she tries to contain is sweet.

“What can I say? I've always had a soft spot for bad boys.”

She nods.

“But he's not really bad.”

You shake your head confidently.

“No, he's not at all. In fact, he's one of the best people I've ever met.”

Carol looks at you fondly.

“And yet he hurt you.”

“Yeah, he did.” The pain you thought was forgotten somewhere in your chest awakens abruptly, and you have to swallow to dispel the lump that forms in your throat with the radical idea of ​​ending things there so you don't suffer like you did again. “Do you know anything about that?”

She nods, gently so as not to cross the line.

“It may sound strange, but Daryl is my best friend. Crazy, right?” Carol opens her eyes a little wider, needing no words to tell you that this was something crazy, even for her, and you both laugh. “I don’t know him as much as you do, but I know Daryl can be a toxic soul sometimes, hurting people, even though he doesn’t mean to or even want to. In fact, it makes sense why he kept yelling at others at first. I mean, I don’t condone it, but now I understand that he was dealing with that fear that grew in his chest as time passed: the terror of never seeing the person he loves the most again.”

Her voice remained gentle, warm, and yet, it conveys the pain of her own big loss.

“I’m so sorry, really.”

“Thank you, honey.” Carol smiles, her words short but heartfelt, though the memory of her baby still brings tears to her eyes. “Listen, Daryl Dixon can be cruel sometimes, but he’s not a cruel person, not when he wanted to move heaven and earth to find my Sophia, the same thing he tried to do to find you. The only reason why he never left us was because I begged him not to, so I’m sorry. Sometimes we act inappropriately, but that doesn’t define who we really are. I lived with a cruel person, and Daryl is definitely not that.”

Your shoulders slump, but it doesn't feel like defeat: it feels as if with that sigh, you were able to let go of a tiny bit of pain that seemed to have been lodged in your chest forever. And when only scraps of food remain on your plate, you leave the room until you find his slightly open cell, but covered with a blanket. Daryl straightens after placing his crossbow against the wall the moment you fully enter, but his shy, even scared gaze avoids looking you directly in the eye, not when the terror of losing you just as he found you feels suffocating.

A candlelight flickers and casts shadows against the walls.

"M' sorry, m' really sorry, bunny." His low voice trembles, but his body continues to move closer to yours. "I've wanted to tell ya m' sorry since that night."

You want to take a step back, but you remain in your place.

"I still remember what I told you that night."

There's no reproach in your voice, no hatred, and Daryl stands before you, nodding, trying to be brave.

“I know, ya were right, but please don’ walk away from me, don’ leave me, m' beggin' ya. Been dead all this time without ya.” His nervous hands cup your face when you don't step back, calloused fingers holding your skin gently, bringing his face closer to yours when yours leans toward his in response, your hands clutching his bare arms. “Jus’ be my bunny again, okay? Lemme prove ya this time I’ll be better.”

Your thumb glides over his skin, and Daryl can feel the electricity of that small but powerful gesture.

“Okay.”

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LOVE ISLAND: THE CREATOR CHAOS VILLA┊GEORGE CLARKEY

summary: A group of chaotic creators enter a villa in Mallorca to find love, fame, and maybe a little drama. But when you reunite with George Clarkey, everything changes—and not just for the cameras.

an: First time writing, kinda nervous... Just got this random thought and I just had to make this! I'm planning on making this a series (about ten chapters!) just for myself but don't mind some feedback! Hope y'all going to like this :p

the female characters are made up by me and do not resemble anyone!

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Villa

The sun was a blazing orb above the Mediterranean, casting golden light across the rolling hills and glimmering coastline of Mallorca. The camera drone dipped low, zooming in on a sprawling whitewashed villa nestled in the cliffs, surrounded by palms, succulents, and an infinity pool that looked like it might spill into the sea. The soundtrack pulsed—pop remix, lots of bass, cheeky synth—and the narrator’s voice rolled in smooth as velvet:

"Tonight… six single creators… six potential chaos agents… one unforgettable summer. Welcome to Creator Chaos Villa."

You sat in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, window down, wind in your hair. There was something electric about this whole thing. You weren’t new to attention—hell, you’d built a platform off being bold, funny, and unfiltered—but the moment still felt surreal. The driver pulled up to the front gate, which swung open dramatically on cue.

You smirked. "Of course it’s automatic."

The villa came into view in pieces: white stairs, turquoise cushions, pink neon signs, and way too many mirrors. You could hear voices and laughter already coming from the pool area. You smoothed your outfit, checked your reflection in your phone screen, and whispered to yourself: "Let’s cause problems on purpose."

As you stepped out of the car, the camera caught your entrance from three angles. You took your time walking down the path, suitcase in hand, heels clicking, chin high. The sun hit just right. The villa loomed ahead like a set from a dream.

And then—you saw them.

They were all gathered near the fire pit, standing in clusters of two or three, drinks in hand, laughing too loudly, already posturing. A few of them turned at the sound of your footsteps. You clocked them one by one:

George Clarkey standing tall in a white tee and trousers, one hand on his hip, the other holding a beer. His eyes locked on you instantly, and for a fraction of a second, his casual smile faltered. Like he didn’t expect you to walk in.

ArthurTV leaned against the bar, talking animatedly to one of the girls. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you and gave a small, approving nod. Arthur was always observing.

Harry already shirtless, already yelling. He was halfway into some chaotic retelling of a story and didn’t even pause when you walked in—just turned slightly, threw up a peace sign, and kept talking.

ChrisMD lounging near the pool, sunglasses on, drink perfectly balanced on his chest. He sat up when he saw you, blinking behind the lenses like you’d just walked in from a completely different show.

ItalianBach sitting, crossed legged, on a beanbag like some European prince. He looked you up and down slowly, said nothing, but smirked. Of course he did.

Jenna, Malia, Sadie, and Odessa were already there too, making their mark. You caught bits of their conversation as you approached:

"...I’m just saying, if one more man says he’s 'emotionally intelligent' I’m gonna scream." "That’s how you know he’s not." "Jenna literally has death stare superpowers, I’m scared."

The girls turned as you arrived. Malia whooped. Jenna smiled politely. Sadie looked genuinely excited. Odessa narrowed her eyes like she’d just sensed a worthy rival.

You greeted them, shared hugs, compliments, little bits of charm you knew how to ration perfectly. But George’s eyes never left you. Not once.

You stood with the others at the fire pit, waiting for the voiceover to announce what you all already knew was coming.

"Islanders… it’s time to couple up."

The boys all looked at each other. One of them muttered, "Let the games begin."

The first match-ups happened fast. Bach paired with Sadie. Harry dramatically dropped to one knee to couple with Malia, causing her to nearly choke on her drink. Arthur went with Odessa after an unexpectedly poetic speech that left her blushing.

Then it was George’s turn.

He stepped forward, ran a hand through his hair, and looked between you and Jenna. You didn’t blink. You wouldn’t. Jenna had already made it clear that she liked him, but something simmered between you and George, unspoken and burning.

"I’m going to couple up with... Jenna," he said finally.

The crowd reacted. Jenna looked smug. George smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You kept your face neutral.

Of course he picked her. That’s what he should do.

When it was your turn, you hesitated a second longer than necessary before choosing Chris. He was safe. Sweet. He grinned when you picked him.

"Good choice," he whispered as you took your place next to him.

But George’s eyes were on you again.

You refused to look back.

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That night, as the villa filled with the sounds of music and drinks being poured, people slipped into their swimwear, laughter bouncing off the stone walls. The vibe was light and hot and buzzing with flirtation.

You sat on a couch with Sadie and Malia, watching George chat with Jenna across the pool.

"You and George know each other, don’t you?" Malia asked, sipping something suspiciously green.

You hesitated. "Kind of. We’ve DM’d."

Sadie turned. "Wait. Like, before the show?"

You shrugged. "Ages ago. Nothing happened."

Malia grinned. "Yet."

You tossed a cushion at her.

Across the villa, George excused himself from Jenna and wandered toward the kitchen, clearly just "looking for ice." You got up to grab water. You bumped into him by the fridge.

"So," he said, leaning on the counter, voice low, "this is unexpected."

You raised an eyebrow. "Me being here? Or me not throwing myself at you like everyone else?"

He grinned. "Both."

You stared at each other. Close. Too close.

"Be careful, Clarkey," you said, brushing past him. "You’re not the only one who knows how to play the game."

He laughed, low and quiet. "I know. That’s why it’s terrifying."

You didn’t look back.

But neither did he.

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Hiii can I have smut really really dirty with jay Halstea??

Thank you💗🫂

Sex With Jay Includes…

Foaming at the mouth drooling at work I had to answer this

Smut! 18+ wrap it before you tap it

- Jay is so, so passionate. Body pressed flush to yours, eye contact, and he isn’t shy about moaning.

- He loves to start off slow, hot kisses pressed to your cheek and jaw as he thrusts in oh so slow.

- Stretching you out around his cock with a dirty groan, hips rolling in slow motions as he works past your tight walls.

- He is obsessed with how wet you are. He’ll gaze between your legs like it’s the most fascinating thing, fingers teasing your slick folds as he whispers. “Jesus Christ, baby, you’re beautiful.”

- LOVES to eat you out. He will beg and beg for you to sit on his face. Smother him, actually. The taste of you on his tongue, the way your sweet juices fill his mouth, that man is in heaven.

- He loves to lay on his side with you, bodies pressed close as he thrusts in. Getting you as snug as possible to him, hips thrusting as deep as they can, getting to see the expression on your face..

- Doggy style is also a favorite. Especially if there’s a mirror. He loves to bend you over, hands holding your hips or ass as he fucks into you. His hand in your hair, forcing your head back so you can see just how beautiful you are getting fucked.

- Shower sex???? Is a must. Are you kidding??? He can be as filthy as he wants with you and then just clean right up.

- He would love to use his cuffs on you. Or you use them on him! Cuffed to the headboard completely at his mercy. He’d take the time to just make you cum over and over. His cock, his fingers, his mouth, toys.

- But if you cuffed him.. Oh he’d love it. Tease him, ride him, he loves to be at your mercy.

- He loves using toys. A dildo, a vibrator, anything that can add to the pleasure is fine with him.

- BREEDING KINK. He wants to cum in you all the time. Filling you up and watching his cum slip down your thighs gets him off so fast.

- He loves to spank you. His handprint on your ass just drives him insane, same with hickies or bruises or bite marks! He loves seeing the scratches you leave on his back, too.