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wideouts4life · 2 years

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NFL Top-10 Wideouts (Mid-Season)

Compiling a list of this magnitude is tough. Each week wideouts have their names plastered on my blog of top performances with one wideout being name wideout of the week. Without checking I believe we have had 6-7 different wideouts take home the illustrious award. We all have biases and I did my best to be as objective as possible. But at the end of the day who and what we like is based on subjective reasoning. I’m going to list the top-10 statistically and agree or disagree with there current place.

#10 Terry McLaurin 38-609 yards 2 TD’s

#9 Mike Evans 44-617 yards 3 TD’s

#8 Chris Olave 43-618 yards 2 TD’s

#7 Davante Adams 48-658 yards 7 TD’s

#6 A.J.Brown 43-718 yards 6 TD’s

#5 Jaylen Waddle 47-812 yards 6 TD’s

#4 Cooper Kupp 72-813 yards 6 TD’s

#3 Stefon Diggs 60-857 yards 7 TD’s

#2 Justin Jefferson 59-867 yards 3 TD’s

#1 Tyreek Hill 76-1104 yards 3 TD’s

The Washington Commanders future is promising with the talents of Terry McLaurin. His game is smooth and he has the ability to stretch the field and play underneath making plays when his number is dialed. I agree with him capturing the 10 spot because at the end of the day productivity is a big part in who’s the best.

This list was supposed to come out before week 10 games were played and while that didn’t happen. This benefited Mike Evans because he showed up to play this weekend against the Seattle Seahawks. He hasn’t looked engaged at all times when the ball comes his way and he hasn’t shown that hunger that some of the other wideouts have displayed. Nonetheless he is still a top-10 wideout at the mid-point of the season.

Its surprising to see a rookie at number 8 but that’s exactly where Chris Olave belongs. Now he technically isn’t better than any of the guys on this list. But I’m an open-minded person and don’t really care for what you once did. Right now Olave is making enough plays to have him statistically in the top-10 and others will have to outproduce him to surpass him.

Davante is still really good. Everyone besides him, I think, knew his life would not be the same leaving Aaron Rodgers this past off-season. He hasn’t been as consistent as I expect but when he’s on his game, there aren’t many in the league better than Davante Adams. He’s where he’s at because some of the younger guys are playing better right now. But as the team improves I expect him to be in that top-5 conversation at the end of the season.

A.J. Brown is a dog. When I watch him get off the ball It brings a smile to my face. The kid is explosive and fast. He also appears to be having a ton of fun. His team is currently in first place and with the way Jalen Hurts spreads the ball I’m surprised he’s statistically #6 in yards. He also is tied for 5th in touchdowns with 6 so far. Brown makes plays all over the field. He plays big and I expect more big plays throughout the season.

Jaylen Waddle has been spectacular. When the ball is in his hand I’m starting to expect something amazing to happen. Waddle is averaging 17.7 yards/catch which is crazy. Playing across from another dog ass wideout in Hill…I’m sure Jaylen gets that urge to try and match and outdo the phenomenal shit Tyreek does. Waddle has made some big catches and I like how he competes for the 50/50 ball. He’s having one hell of a season. And with 7 games left he needs less than 150 yards to surpass his rookie total of 1,015.

Cooper Kupp the reigning triple crown winner is having himself a stellar season. I’m sure he’s not too happy with the Rams current record, but if we’re honest he’s the reason why they have had something positive to talk about. Kupp is better than I originally thought. Watching his tape every week and noticing something different in his game each week that explains why he’s so hard to guard. Kupp is smart. He knows defenses and body language. He hardly ever fights the leverage of the defender and uses that to his advantage. And he makes plays-the shit I love. He’ll most likely not make the top-10 list at the end of the year because he was just placed on injured reserve for at least 4 weeks.

The “I’m Him” wideout is probably my favorite to watch right now. Maybe because I see similarities in our game. In college when it came to press releases I couldn’t be touched. I was a basketball player who had an Allen Iverson style of cross-over. And that’s exactly what I see from Stefon Diggs. He crosses dudes left and right puts the ball behind his back. He hesitates and crosses defenders. Plus we both are great route runners. Then he plays with this angry attitude that draws me in. Diggs is magnetic. Every catch he makes he gets up mad. I love the physicality he added to his game this season. He’s my favorite to watch right now. And quite frankly the top-3 on this list could each make an argument as the best wideout in the game.

Justin “The Man” Jefferson is as cool as the other side of the pillow. After 9 games with 1,060 yards, Jefferson is proving to the league that he’s the best in the game. I believe he made a comment after Kupp finished with the most yards that he would be considered the best this year. As of now it seems like he’s cashing in on that promise. The plays Jefferson make are effortless. His game is smooth. He’s a serious threat in all phases of the passing game. He can beat defenders on go-routes. Then he’ll run a slot out or comeback for the intermediate game. And finish with a slant on press for the short game. Right now he checks every box and it will be interesting to see him and Tyreek battle to the last second of the 17th game for the most receiving yards this season.

Ladies and Gentlemen introducing Tyreek Hill as the mid-season top wideout in the NFL. After 9 games Hill has 1,104 yards receiving. He’s on some Calvin Johnson type shit. Every week I watch his tape I wonder what type of spectacular play will Tyreek have today? Tyreek is box office. To see how much fear he puts in the poor little db’s heart is beautiful. I would be scared to guard him too. Tyreek cannot be guarded. He’s fast, quick, and explosive. He plays tough and physical. And he attacks the ball. Of course I can nit-pic every wideouts game and find something they can improve on but with Hill I am less inclined to because I can’t see many holes in his game.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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The Breeding Ground

pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)

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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?

“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.

Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.

“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.

“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.

“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.

“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.

“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.

“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.

“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.

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“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.

“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.

“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”

“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.

When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.

“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.

Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.

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PSA: Hope you all enjoy this Ari fic! I don’t quite know where I was going with it but I went along with it 😳

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kjupchurch-xx · 1 month

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Oh, Baby!

This chapter contains a tiny bit of SMUT.

Hugh and I were expecting our first child, not something he'd planned at the age of 40 or me at the age of 26, but one thing led to another and we ended up finding out we were expecting. Though, that's the kind of thing that happens when you aren't exactly careful, if you know what I mean. Of course you do. Besides that, things were well, we'd just celebrated our second year of marriage, our third year together and he was just nominated People's Sexiest Man Alive.

Flashback to the night of conception:

I laid beneath him as he gazed down into my eyes, his tan skin glistening in the dimly lit room. His thrusts slow, steady and full of passion. With one hand, he was cupping my cheek as my soft moans filled our bedroom. His other hand keeping him atop of me without bearing too much of his weight on me. I could see his facial expressions through the dim lighting, he was letting out soft moans while continuing to make love to me. I could tell he was getting close by the expression on his face.

As he leaned down to kiss me softly, he mumbled against my lips, "I love you, gorgeous." as his thrusts continued. As I reached my orgasm, he climaxed with me, not pulling out as he pressed his forehead against mine, continuing to kiss me with so much emotion, so much love. He collapsed alongside me, pulling me into his embrace, pressing another kiss on my forehead as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

Present Day:

Hugh and I did not know the gender. After suffering a miscarriage last year, we didn't care about a gender, we cared about a healthy baby. However, we did have our names picked out. If Baby Jackman were a girl, her name would be Paisley Grace Jackman, if Baby Jackman were a boy, his name would be Christopher Michael Jackman, which was a nod to Hugh's father, Chris and Michael since it was Hugh's middle name. Grace came from Hugh's rekindled relationship with his mother, Grace.

I was 38 weeks pregnant and my baby bump has already made me double in size. Whenever Hugh wasn't filming, he'd sing, read or even talk to the bump. The baby always kicked at the sound of Hugh's voice, regardless of what he was doing. Hugh was ecstatic to be a father, he even cried when he found out we would be having a child. I spent most of the time wondering what our precious gift would look like, if they'd take Hugh's Australian accent or take on more of my Southern accent.

"Here Beautiful, I made you a brekkie. Pancakes don't cause your morning sickness anymore, right?" He asked with a soft gentle voice, bringing me a plate of the pancakes he'd made from scratch.

I smiled, "No, pancakes are fine now. I've been craving pancakes. Thank you, love." I said, grabbing the plate, devouring the food he'd brought me as he sat beside me.

He started caressing my upper thigh, "How're you feeling today, love?"

I yawned, "I'm okay today, but I've really got to pee. I'm so fat now, I can hardly waddle at this point." I snickered while struggling to get up.

He quickly stood up, taking both of my hands in his, helping me to my feet. "You're not fat, stop that. You're beautiful and you can tell by how much sex we have that I'm still very much attracted to you, bump and all." He chuckled.

I playfully rolled my eyes, heading in the direction of our bathroom to pee for the 50th time that morning. As I stepped into the doorway, I had this immediate urge and quickly realized I did not have to pee. In fact, my water had broken. All over the floor and all over the clothes I had on. The doctor had previously told us once I hit 38 weeks that Baby Jackman could come at any time, so knowing this, we'd planned ahead and had a bag packed just in case. Thank god.

I yelled for Hugh as I waddled my way into the bedroom to quickly change pants. He came rushing into our bedroom, "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked, his voice dripping with concern as he stepped close towards me.

"I um, my water... My water broke. It's happening." I stammered, a panicked look spread across my face. He quickly grabbed the bag we'd packed in one hand, and used his other to carefully usher me to the car outside. He threw the bag in the backseat before carefully helping me into the front seat, leaning down pulling my seatbelt across me. I could feel the contractions beginning at this point. The sharp waves of pain leaving me quivering, eager to get to the hospital to get relief.

He held my hand as he drove us towards the nearest hospital, bringing my hand up to his lips, letting them brush lightly across my knuckles, "We're about to see our baby. I can't wait." He spoke softly.

I wrapped my arm around my stomach as I felt another wave of pain getting ready to rush through my abdomen, "Holy shit, this is fucking painful." I winced.

He caressed my arm, "I know love, it'll be over soon. We're almost there, just hang on."

As we arrived at the hospital, he helped me out of the car, grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder, using his other arm to steady me as my contractions grew stronger. Once he got me inside and I was rushed back by medical staff, he ran out to park the car before coming back up to the room I was being wheeled to, in a wheelchair. Upon arriving to room 232, I was helped out of my clothes and into a hospital gown. The nurses came in with friendly, welcoming personalities and smile plastered their faces to get me prepped and check my dilation before allowing me to have my privacy.

I could feel the tears coming. I was now alone in the room, I was about to push my first kid out, I'm in pain. I'm terrified. I know he's just parking the car, but I'm petrified.

The door to my room swung open and in ran a panicked Hugh as he noticed the tears spilling down my cheeks. "Baby girl, are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He asked frantically, grabbing my face gently.

I nodded, "I'm scared." I swallowed the hard lump that felt stuck in my throat.

He began caressing my face, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead, "It's okay, my love. I'm here. There's nothing to be afraid of. Soon, we'll be holding the baby. Our baby." He said reassuringly as he wiped his fingers over the tears streaming my face.

I grimaced as that now familiar wave of contraction pain made its way through my insides. The feeling was getting more painful with each wave that hit.

Hours had went by. My dilation slowly, but surely getting closer. The discomfort and pain I felt has me second guessing if getting pregnant was the right choice. I just wanted the pain to stop. As a nurse walked in, Hugh stood up, standing beside me, holding my hand tightly.

"Mrs. Jackman, it's time to check your dilation. Hopefully we're at the point we can begin pushing." The nurse, who'd introduced herself as Nurse Jackie informed us as she moved the blanket, leaving me exposed to check my dilation. "I'm calling your obstetrician to come down. We'll be ready to begin pushing once he gets here, Mrs. Jackman." She said, removing her rubber gloves and discarding them, washing her hands then walking out of the room.

I looked over at Hugh, running my fingers down my pregnant belly. "I don't think I can do this..." I expressed, my voice laced with fear and doubt. "This pain is fucking unbearable." I shouted while clenching my fists as my body stiffened from another contraction.

He ran his fingers through my hair, "You've got this, love. It'll be all over soon. I promise."

I nodded at his words, slowly closing my eyes waiting for the obstetrician to enter the room. I'd already been given an epidural, but surprisingly, it didn't seem to numb the pain much. Neither did anything else the nurses offered me. About 3 minutes later, the obstetrician entered the room and I immediately felt as if I were going to be sick.

He walked over to me, "Alright Mrs. Jackman, you'll slip your feet in these stirrups here on the bed and we'll start pushing."

I nodded as he guided my feet into the stirrups and got into position to help me deliver my baby. I quickly looked at Hugh, who was standing beside me, at my head with a tight grip on my hand.

Dr. Whitin looked at me, "On the count of 3, I want you to push for me, okay?" He instructed me.

I nodded, closing my eyes as he began to count. Once he hit 3, I pushed hard, praying for relief. Praying for this pain to subside. He did another three count and a nod for me to push again. Still nothing.

After the third attempt at pushing, I looked at Hugh, completely out of breath, tears pouring down my face, "I can't do this. It hurts too bad."

He quickly grabbed both of my cheeks, looking me in the eyes, "You can do this, baby. You can do this. Just keep going."

I exhaled sharply as Dr. Whitin did another 3 count for me to push. I pushed, but nothing was happening. I felt myself slipping into a panic attack as the pain was at an all time high and nothing seemed to be working. Hugh continued running his fingers through my hair, his other hand holding mine. I'm sure I'd damn near been his hand during pushes.

"If the next push doesn't get the baby, we'll need to take you for an emergency c-section. Listen to me, I need you to push as hard as you can. I know it hurts, but we have to do this as quickly as possible, alright?" Dr. Whitin said, sounding a bit concerned.

He held his hand up and began another three count, "Push!" I heard him, the nurses and Hugh yell. I pushed as hard as my body would possibly let me, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I felt light headed. I didn't know if I were going to vomit or pass out at this point. I hear cries filling the room, but I'm too exhausted to move or try to look. Hugh looks at me with tears pooling in his eyes, as he leaned down kissing my head.

"Looks like it's a little girl!" Dr. Whitin exclaimed, holding the baby up and allowing Hugh to cut the cord before the nurses rushed our baby girl to be cleaned up.

"You did it, mama. She's here." Hugh cried, seeing the sight of his beautiful little girl.

Before I could react, Nurse Jackie came and laid her on my chest. "Look at that beautiful baby. She has a head full of hair!"

I wrapped my arms around the baby that was swaddled in a blanket and looked down at her. She had a head full of dark brown hair. She was the perfect mix of Hugh and I. Perfect in every way. I heard him sniffle beside me, looking down at her.

"She's perfect." He cooed, "Hi Paisley, it's your daddy." His smile was the biggest I'd ever seen it.

I looked up to him, "Hold her." I said, passing her towards him. As he grabbed her from me, his eyes had a glimmer in them that I'd never seen before. Not even from his films.

He peered down at the small 5lb newborn in his arms, smiling down at her. "She's so perfect." He looked back up at me, "Thank you." He said softly.

I cocked my head to the side, "For what?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

He sniffled, looking down at Paisley, "For her. She's everything I imagined she would be." He said softly as she looked up at him cooeing.

I closed my eyes, resting my back against the pillow. Paisley was perfect. He was the perfect husband, who I'd always known would be the perfect father. I'd fallen into a peaceful slumber overhearing him singing to our daughter as he cradled her.

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sturnioz · 29 days

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♯┆fully introducing. . . dad!chris .ᐟ

dad!chris always struggles to get his son ready in the mornings.

soft, padded footsteps followed by the rhythmic thump of heavier ones sound through the house as chris chases his toddler down the hallway, shoes dangling from one hand while the other reaches out towards his son, who waddles as fast as his little legs will carry him.

his son's joyous laughter rings in chris' ears, making his lips curl into a wide grin despite the growing urgency to put on his shoes. as he reaches out, his fingers just graze the back of his son's shirt before the little one zips around the corner, giggles trailing behind him like a playful echo.

chris groans, coming to a stop by the kitchen table, his hand planted firmly on his hip as he exhales sharply, blowing his curly hair out of his eyes. he stares at his son, who is nestled in the corner of the room, eyes sparkling with mischief and a toothy grin stretching from ear to ear, revelling in the chase.

"s'not funny," chris shakes his head, though a reluctant smile tugs at his lips. "i'm not laughing — really, s'not funny."

his son continues to giggle, nearly toppling over as he tries to maintain his balance. and every time chris makes a move toward him, the little one dodges playfully, darting back with a gleeful shriek.

"c'mon, kid.. we gotta put your shoes on, yeah? look—" he lifts his foot, pointing to his shoe before gesturing to the identical miniature pair in his hands. "s'like daddy's. we gonna wear the same shoes — you like matchin' with daddy, right?"

the toddler stares at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip turned into a pout, before slowly nodding his head. chris returns the gesture, a spark of hope igniting within him as he realises he's making progress. with a few quick strides, he scoops up his son into his arms, pressing a big kiss to his chubby cheeks with silent thank yous.

chris carries him into the living room, settling him carefully onto the couch, ensuring he's comfortable and safe before crouching down in front of him, and with gentle hands, he begins to slip the shoes onto his tiny feet, the fabric soft and snug.

"there we go..." chris murmurs, his tongue peeking between his lips as he focusses on tying the laces. he rambles to himself quietly, a smile spreading across his face. "y'look so cool matchin' with daddy. people are gonna be so jealous.. yeah. don't have a cool kid like mine, nuh-uh."

as chris finishes tying the last lace, he looks up to find his son watching him intently, his round, bright blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. the sight makes chris' smile widen, and he gently cards his fingers through his son's soft hair, a gesture filled with affection.

"you ready? we gotta go get ma, and then we can go see uncle matt, and uncle nick," chris begins to ramble again, helping his son off of the sofa and onto his feet as he explains the day ahead.

but his words come to a sudden halt, and his eyes widen comically as he watches his son bend down, his chubby fingers tugging at the freshly tied laces, loosening them up.

"wait, stop, no—"

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ericshoney · 2 months

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Day with Matt ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your brothers are home in Boston and you have the day with Matt.

Warnings: nicknames, fluff

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Nick, Matt and Chris had come home to Boston for a while. You had just turned five so they wanted to spend some time with you over your birthday. That was last week but they were still here to chill and today you were having a day with just Matt.

It was great to spend time with all of your brothers but it felt even more special when you spent time with just one of your brothers at a time.

"Hey petal, you ready to go?" Matt called.

"Yeah!" You cheered, rushing over to him.

He smiled as you went to the car. Matt helped you and made sure you had your seat belt on as you held your monkey stuffed animal close. Chris had gotten it for your birthday.

Matt began driving to the aquarium, the place you had chosen to spend your day. Matt put the radio on and played some music as you looked out the window, saying some of the stuff you saw.

When you arrived at the aquarium, Matt held your hand as you walked around. You gasped seeing the large octopus, touching the glass gently.

"Big isn't it, petal." Matt said, bending down to your height.

"Yeah, Madison like it." You said.

"Yeah she has a tattoo remember." Matt said, smiling as you nodded.

You continued to look around, smiling at the penguins waddled around. You giggled when you saw three fighting in the back.

"Look like you, Chris and Nick!" You exclaimed.

Matt looked over and laughed softly. Also seeing how the three animals were similar to him and his brothers. He watched as a smaller penguin waddled over to the three.

"And that one is you sweetheart." He said, pointing to the smaller one.

"Yeah!" You cheered.

Once you had finished looking at all the animals, you headed to the gift shop. Matt said you could have anything you wanted but being the respectable child you were, picked a turtle soft toy and a keyring for your school bag.

"Want to get McDonalds now?" Matt asked as you walked to the car.

"Yeah!" You exclaimed.

Matt smiled as he drove to McDonalds, heading through the drive-thru, something he wasn't a fan off, especially without Chris and Nick, but for you, he'd do anything.

After ordering and paying for the food, Matt parked up, letting you eat in the car as you talked about the different animals from the aquarium.

"Matt?" You then called.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Thanks for fun day." You said.

"Your welcome kiddo, I had fun too." He replied.

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emolionsrawr · 3 months

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buck: *slams his phone down on the table*

bobby: what's wrong kiddo?

buck: well chris' favourite animal at the moment is penguins and i was googling penguin facts so i could tell him about them when me and tommy take him to the zoo on saturday

bobby: and that made you slam your phone?

buck: well as i was googling penguin facts i found a picture of their mouths... bobby they have teeth going all the way down their throat, well actually it's not teeth like we have them they're backward facing flesh spines that help guide the fish down

bobby:... what the heck?

buck: yep! it looks terrifying! but a fun fact i did find was did you know the earliest penguin fossil was found in 61.6 million year old antartic rock! about 4-5 million years after the mass extinction of the dinosaurs waimanu manneringi stood upright and waddled like modern day penguins, but was more likely in the water, some fossil penguins were much larger than any living penguin today, reaching 4.5 feet tall!

bobby: oh wow, i think chris is gonna love that fact kid

buck: they also release air bubbles from their feathers which cuts the drag on their bodies, allowing them to double, and triple their swimming speed and quickly launch into the air

bobby: that's amazing buck, what else did you learn?

buck: well-

*alarm rings*

buck: damn it, tell you in the engine dad! *runs to the engine*

bobby:

bobby: did he just-

eddie: yeah, he did

bobby: *tears up*

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martincrushcameback · 4 months

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Stressed!(tm) Martin expressions because it's fun to draw him concerned. Is this part of the toddler au i dont know maybe? I'm positive toddler Chris gets into SO much chaos as a preschooler. TECHNICALLY toddlers are not 4 years old they're 3 but like i taught preschool and 3 and 4 year olds both waddle.

#wild kratts #martin kratt #my art

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sturniolos-blog · 6 months

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can u do one with dad matt and his kids interfere in his video with his brothers or one when he’s streaming

Interference - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff, kissing

disclaimer: 3rd person POV

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8:46pm

“Chris, if you make us lose i am never letting you see Ella or Mailo ever again.” Matt threatens as he’s involved in a game with his brothers.

They were currently playing fortnite.

“Matt, shut up. Y/n will let me see them.” Chris retaliates, making Nick laugh and Matt shake his head.

“You’re actually so-” Matt started before he gets interrupted by the room door getting swung open.

“Daddy!” Ella, the three year old yells, running over and immediately climbing on his lap. Mailo, the one year old waddling behind her, letting out a whine as he grabbed onto Matt’s knee.

“Hey, guys. I’m streaming, where’s mommy?” Matt says, backing away from the game as he pulls Ella and Mailo on his lap.

“She fell asleep.” Ella said, wrapping her arms around Matt’s neck.

user: oh my godddd they’re so cuteee

user: adorable

user: could’ve been me

user: y/n is so lucky

Matt’s eyes scan over the chat, “Damn right she is.” Matt laughs as Mailo starts to hit keys on Matt’s keyboard, making Matt grab his tiny fingers and pull them away.

“All right, that is going to be the end of the stream tonight, love you all.” Matt says ending the stream, “Goodnight guys.” Matt says to his brothers.

“Night.” Nick says.

“Peace.” Chris follows before Matt turns off his PC.

Matt lets out a sigh, “You guys ready for bed?” He asks, looking at the both of them.

Ella nods and rubs her eyes, indicating she’s tired.

Mailo doesn’t give a response but snuggles into Matt, also showing Matt he’s tired.

“Okay, Ella i need you to stand up for me.” Matt directs, Ella doing as he says and getting off his lap, letting Matt stand up while holding Mailo before taking Ella’s hand and walking to Mailo’s room first.

“Alright, buddy.” Matt coos, laying Mailo down in the crib as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, immediately finding a comfy spot on the soft material, letting out a hum.

Matt puts the white noise machine on.

“Night, night, Mailo.” Ella says, holding onto Matt’s hand before they walk out of the room and into Ella’s.

“Ready for bed, baby?” Matt asks as he turns the white noise machine on for Ella too.

“Mhm! Te quiero daddy.” Ella says as she gets into her bed, getting comfy under the covers.

te quiero: i love you

“I love you too, El.” Matt says, leaning down and kissing her forehead before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

Matt then rubbed his forehead, letting out a sigh before he walked downstairs to go grab water from the kitchen, but he stopped as he saw Y/n sleeping on the couch, The runaway dinosaur book in her hands open on a random page as she snored softly.

Matt chuckles as he grabbed the book out of her hand, placing it on the coffee table before he shook her slightly. “N/n, sweetheart. Come on, honey. Let’s go upstairs.” Matt says softly, making Y/n let out a soft groan.

“Come on, baby.” He said, pulling her up as she rubbed her eyes.

“The kids?” She murmured out, walking up the stairs with a slight stumble.

“In bed.” Matt answered as they made it into their room, Y/n immediately plopping on the bed as Matt shut the door behind them.

Matt smiled before he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around Y/n and placing a soft kiss in the crook of her neck as her back faced him.

“Sweet dreams, baby.” Matt hummed.

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this one’s short but like what else would i add

oml i had this done last night but i pressed save instead of post why was i out here thinking i posted it

anyway hope yall liked it

taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe @christhopersturniolo @mattybswife @streamermattsgf @sturnolio-luvs @sturnioloslurps @marlenafortuna @lovergirl4387 @sturniololovesss

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chrisevansonly · 2 years

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Little Duck

(Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: There is a reason behind your husbands nickname for your daughter, I mean what can you say, he loves his little duck

Warnings: non, just pure fluffy dad Chris

A/N: I love dad Chris, I don't care what anyone says, this was purely self indulgent again, so enjoy! Also I used Arlie as a name again because I just love it<3

Word Count: 763

Now there were two reasons your husband Chris had come up with the nickname little duck for your newly turned two year old daughter Arlie, both of which were the cutest reasons in the world. When Arlie was born Lisa had given you and Chris this adorable fluffy yellow duckling stuffy that Arlie was attached too from the day she started being able to actually hold and recognize toys. Everywhere she went, that duckling stuffy went with her. The second reason was that she had just started walking more independently and when she walked, she walked like a duck, a little waddle Chris would call it, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen

“Come on little duck, let’s get you a snack”

Chris has called out to Arlie whose little feet started hitting the hardwood floor as quickly as her little legs would go, the sound echoing through to the den where you were curled up on the couch with a book

“daddy snack!”

You could hear her little voice call back which sometimes although you’d hate to admit it, made tears fill your eyes, she was just so damn precious

“Yeah princess, snack time”

Chris picked her up and put her in the highchair that rested just beside the island in the kitchen, placing a few options down on the tray table, some cheerios, strawberries, banana’s cucumber, and some of her favourite flavour of yogurt

“There we go little duck, yummy snacks”

She clapped her little hands letting out a noise of excitement

“’ank you daddy”

You were still working on some of the more complex words for her age, although she could say many things, her speech had been much slower to develop than some of her peers in daycare. Chris placed a kiss on her forehead

“You’re welcome baby”

Arlie began to pick at certain things eating quietly until she seemed to realize something was missing, she had forgotten her yellow duck over by you in the den, which luckily, you’d started to walk over with

“Ducky?”

Chris chuckled looking towards you as you appeared beside Arlie and placed a kiss on her cheek

“You looking for ducky baby?’

Arlie nodded before stuffing a strawberry slice into her mouth, you watched until she was finished chewing before pulling the yellow stuffy out from behind your back, Arlie’s face breaking out into a massive smile before giggling and reaching for it

“We can’t eat with ducky though okay baby? I’m going to put him in front of you and he can wait until your full”

Arlie pouted for a few moments before getting distracted in some yogurt she had spilled which allowed Chris some time to place a soft kiss to your lips as he tugged you into his side

“She’s growing up so fast, it’s making me sad”

You laughed rubbing your hand along Chris’s back gently, Arlie was only two now and you both hadn’t discussed another baby yet, but it wasn’t off the table

“You know two isn’t that old honey”

“Well, I know…but”

You leaned further into him reading his mind almost before saying

“You miss when she was itty bitty huh?”

He nodded letting out a little sigh before jumping in to clean off Arlie’s yogurt covered face, placing her down onto the floor and handing her ducky

“I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you’re getting at…”

Chris paused and turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up

“Really? You mean that?”

You nodded your head

“I think it’s time little duck over here had a sibling”

As if knowing you were talking about her Arlie began walking towards you, that cute little waddle that both you and Chris adored highlighted as she bounded towards you

“Ducky ducky!”

You laughed reaching down to pick her up and toss her in the air a little, filling the room with her tiny laughter, kisses being placed across her chubby cheeks when she came down. Moments like these always stopped Chris’s heart a little bit because it was all he’d ever wished for, for as long as he could remember. So, when he watched his wife and their beautiful little girl laugh and play around in their home, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like with another little one running around

“You are just the cutest little duck aren’t you, daddy thinks so too”

Chris smiled pulling you both in for a hug before leaning down and covering the two of you in kisses

“The cutest little duck indeed.”

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himbosandhardwear · 23 days

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Steddie I Different First Meeting I Lollapalooza/Musician AU I 1.6k I SFW I Side Buckingham

Chrissy is talking but Eddie only catches every fourth word. It's not his fault, the guy walking in front of them is wearing the shortest possible shorts one could wear in public and not get arrested, and the back of his thighs, and the rest of him as far as Eddie can tell, are covered in little brown beauty marks. It's like walking behind a sexy train wreck.

“So what do you think?”

“Mmm?”

“Eddie! This is important! Pay attention.”

He finally looks away. “Yeah. Italian. Whatever.”

She rolls her eyes. “I already decided on dinner, you jackass. I'm talking about going home for Thanksgiving.”

That's a huge no. He scrunches his nose to indicate how stupid an idea he thinks that is.

Before she can further berate him, the guy and his girlfriend stop at a random door and walk inside. He's devastated. His soulmate, lost forever!

“Oh, that's actually on our list!” Chrissy says, stopping him with an arm. “You wanna just go now?”

Eddie's so in his own head he doesn't understand what she's talking about until he reads the door and sees ‘Medieval Torture Museum.’

Eddie has a full blown joy filled conniption on the sidewalk. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” He grabs her and shoves her towards the door.

“Asshole, this is silk,” she mumbles.

He ignores her. His mole-covered soulmate is still in line, so Eddie gets to stand directly behind him while they wait. His hair is so swoopy. He wants to jam his fingers in it and fuck it up.

“Welcome to the Medieval Torture Museum,” a woman standing at the podium drones in a manner fitting a 70 year old Walmart greeter. “Please no flash photography and watch your step. Have a great time.”

Eddie watches as Soul Mate and his girlfriend make eye contact and attempt not to giggle. It's exactly the same thing he and Chrissy just did behind them.

Once it's their turn to pay and get their little stickers, Eddie is already foaming at the mouth to follow up the stairs. Chris dicks around, struggling to figure out where to put her sticker. Eddie swears at her under his breath while his Soul Mate gets away.

“It's silk, Eddie!”

Fed up, he takes the sticker from her, baps it onto her forehead, and runs away.

He's glad he left her when he gets to the top of the stairs in time to hear Soul Mate mutter, “I'd pay a drug lord to do that to my dad.”

His girlfriend answers, “I'll do it for twenty bucks and first pick out of his wine cellar.”

They shake on it in front of the mannequin display of a Columbian Necktie.

Eddie is more in love than ever.

“That's not medieval,” Chrissy points out when she meets them upstairs. She's unbuttoned the blouse enough for Eddie to see the sticker is now stuck to her collarbone.

“If you're gonna get nit-picky, I'm pushing you back down the stairs.”

She gives him a doubtful look. “Daria down there would save me.”

He huffs a laugh.

They catch up with his new boyfriend as they stand critiquing the Impaling wall, he follows as subtle as he can through the next room too. Luckily, there are other people mingling about, so Eddie doesn't look too obvious, but it's imperative he stay close enough to hear every comment made.

“That would fix me,” the guy says a lot, especially at the display of a man having his head squeezed until his eye pops out. Eddie can relate, he gets migraines too.

He does get distracted when Chrissy opens the door to the giant metal bull, because he can't miss the opportunity to try to shove her inside. She wails, kicking him directly in the dick. He drops her in favor of dry heaving the pain away. It's totally worth it because he catches Soul Mate watching.

“Don't even think about it,” Soul Mate’s girlfriend says.

Soul mate scoffs. “Like you'd even fit.”

“Bitch!”

They wander off.

Eddie waddles after, slowly.

He's reading a plaque about flaying when he hears the two of them mutter, “Henderson,” at the same time. He turns and finds them high fiving over a display of a guy with his tongue nailed to a board.

“Is this a sex thing?” Chrissy asks, holding up a metal cock plate with spikes attached.

“Without a doubt. I'd venture to say most of this stuff is. Also remind me to have something like this guy drawn up for wardrobe,” he wiggles the one with a boar on the front, “it's so me.”

“Ugh, you're the worst.”

He stops giggling when he looks up to find Soul Mate looking him up and down, not in a ‘I must have you’ kinda way but a ‘I know you from somewhere’ way. He's not a fan, that's for sure, a fan would've clocked him right away, stupid ball cap on or not. He's sweating his ass off in a sleeveless tank top and jeans, and his tattoos are fairly recognizable.

Eddie, not shy in the least, gives him a little wave, wiggling the metal boar dildo at him. “How about this guy? Think he'd fix ya?”

The guy chokes on a laugh, embarrassed to be caught looking but not so much that he looks away. “Only one way to find out,” he manages to say just loud enough for Eddie to hear, not so loud that the entire room hears it.

His girlfriend slaps his bicep. “Don't flirt with Eddie Munson!” She hisses. Not in a ‘you're standing next to your girlfriend’ kind of way but in a ‘flirting with famous rock stars is ill advised’ kinda way.

Hope springs eternal! “No, do. Do flirt with Eddie Munson,” Eddie, shameless in the face of possible love, says back.

Soul Mate moves closer. “Eddie Munson? The Coffin guy? Melted Coffin? You're the Melted Coffin guy?”

Despite the lack of musical awareness, Eddie is still smitten. “Sure. Melted Coffin.”

Chrissy snickers at his elbow. “Does that make you guys one half of Spoon Goons?”

“Ha!” Soul Mate's girlfriend cackles, holding up a hand for a high five.

Chrissy gives her a demure tap, actually blushing, like the useless lesbian she is.

“What's a Spoon Goon? Are you guys drug dealers? Why would she know you and I don't?”

Chrissy rolls her eyes up at him, the ‘I lament ever being nice to you in high school, you are embarrassing me’ look.

“They're in Scoops Troop, dumb ass. You've never seen them before because you don't listen to pop music.” She turns back to her new crush. “Sorry, he's allergic to dance beats. Also,” she looks back up at him, “where do you think your drugs come from? The Drug Fairy?”

“That was my nickname in High School,” he quips.

“It wasn't but it might as well have been.”

Eddie turns back to his Soul Mate and holds out a hand. “Eddie Munson.”

Soul Mate wastes no time shaking, grip firm, hands huge. “Steve Harrington.” He takes his hand away to backhand his friend in the shoulder. “This is Robin. Buckley. Platonic Soul Mate and huge cock block.”

“Huge Cock Block was my nickname in High School,” she says, shaking Eddie's hand and then Chrissy’s.

“Cunningham, Chrissy.”

“Holy shit!” Robin exclaims. “You're Christine Cunningham? Wait, of course you are, oh my god, I heard all about what you did to Axel Rose last year. That was fucking epic.”

Chrissy, still holding Robin's hand, goes scarlet red. “Oh. Ha. Yeah, he's a dill weed.”

Robin gives her an unwarranted snort. Though calling Axel Rose a dill weed is pretty accurate, it's probably the tamest thing he's ever been called.

Eddie glances over at Steve. They share a look. ‘Can you believe how useless lesbians are?’

Eddie nods toward their still clasped hands, pointing out the total lack of awareness on both of their parts. Steve snorts.

The girls go on a tangent of their least favorite artists to tour with, which is when Eddie gets while the gettin’s good and starts scooting away, Steve equally cat-like beside him. They back toward the next room, side by side, until they bump into a mannequin display of various ways to tickle someone to insanity.

“Huh,” Steve mumbles, distracted from their getaway. “That can't be right. That claw thing just looks like it would feel good.”

“I'm pretty sure I have one of those at home.”

Steve glances over. “Oh yeah? Where's home?”

“Currently, L.A. Originally? Bout an hour south of Indianapolis.”

Steve's eyes light up. “No shit? I'm from an hour north of Indianapolis!”

“That's insane.”

“Seriously. Ha.” He plays with the rope contraption on the Blood Eagle display. “You guys are playing tomorrow night, right?”

“Yeah. Nine o'clock. You guys?”

“Sunday at Four.”

Eddie nods, files that away. “The girls are probably gonna fall in love and try to move in together, you know that right?”

Steve shrugs. “We're in Sacramento at the moment, LA wouldn't be a stretch. I'm a wiz at U-Hauling at this point.”

“Good. So we should do our best to support them. Fucking immediately is probably the best course of action, you know, just to make sure we're compatible.”

Steve doesn't look over but Eddie sees his lips get tucked in, trying to smash his smile down. “You had me at ‘weird torture pig dildo.’”

“You had me out on the sidewalk, I would've followed you down a manhole.”

“Play your cards right, you still might.”

“I love you.”

They're still making eyes at each other when the girls catch up.

“Eddie, Robin and Steve are coming to dinner with us.”

“Yeah they are,” he agrees immediately, throwing an arm around Steve's shoulder.

“Did you know their drummer doesn't have any collarbones?” Chrissy says as they make their way back toward the front stairs.

“Holy fuck, Cunningham, I'm already a sure thing, you don't have to keep selling it.”

#i started this last month #when i was actually at Lolla #i did visit the medieval torture museum too #highly recommend #anyway #steddie #ficlet #my writing

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megalony · 9 months

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C-section

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine that was requested as a sort of spin off to my Eddie fic 'He Choked' but it can be read as a stand alone. I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@noonenuts@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii @topguncultleader @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream

911 Masterlist

He Choked

Summary: Things don't go quite to plan with the birth of their second child. but their new family of four is perfect.

Enjoy.

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"Mum!"

A deep, rumbling breath pushed past (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her weight onto the back of the sofa and tried to straighten up again. Turning on her heels, (Y/n) slowly left the living room and braced herself on the wall to stay upright. Her bare feet shuffled along the laminate flooring that felt like she was walking across an iced lake.

Her nails scratched into the doorframe when she reached the bathroom and peered around the door. The burning feeling igniting in her abdomen died down a little when she peered around the door and her eyes locked with Chris. Her boy was sat in the bath, a wide grin on his face and about four small, plastic cups floating around in the bubbles with him.

"Are you finally finished?" She tried to force herself to smile but the constant twinges rolling through her stomach made it hard to pretend.

Chris nodded his head and dropped the plastic cup in his hand when he watched his mum walk over to the bath.

For almost three hours now, (Y/n) had been feeling the start of labour pains and she felt horrid waiting around for her water to break. She had taken to pacing up and down the house while Eddie called Evan to see if he would be able to watch Chris for them and he got things ready for when they were ready to leave. They couldn't go down to the hospital until (Y/n)'s waters broke and labour was in full swing.

(Y/n) had been under the impression that since this was her second pregnancy, labour might be the tiniest bit faster. They had been in labour for two days with Chris before things finally started to speed up and then it went south with him getting stuck and not breathing.

They had been praying ever since they found out they were pregnant that this time things would go smoothly and nothing would happen to their second baby.

"Okay," She tried to keep herself smiling as she grabbed a towel from the rack and leaned over the bath. Usually (Y/n) would have knelt down beside the bath to play for a while but she couldn't sit still in this much pain without worrying Chris and he had been happy enough with Eddie popping in and out to keep an eye on him.

A quiet 'oh' left her lips when Chris wrangled his arms around her neck and started to giggle. She curved the towel around his middle and bit down on her lip, trying to brace her back and stay steady so she could lift him out the bath.

"Hey, cheeky. You know your mum can't be carrying you around right now. Come here,"

(Y/n) was grateful when she felt Eddie's hand on her lower back and when she set Chris down to his feet on the bath mat, she moved to Eddie could kneel in front of him. Chris looked between them with his thumb caught between his teeth and a grin on his face.

They hadn't told him that (Y/n) was in labour yet, all he knew was that soon, Buck would be round to pick him up for a sleepover. They didn't want to worry Chris or confuse him when he was stressed enough about soon having a baby brother or sister in the house.

(Y/n) kissed the top of Chris's head and squeezed Eddie's shoulder before she slowly waddled out of the room, using the wall as leverage to stay upright.

Her lips curved into a tense smile when she glanced around her bedroom. Eddie had found the hospital bag and already put it in the car, as well as grabbing a few things from around the room that they would need. All they needed now was for her water to break.

She moved towards the bed and leaned forward to press her forearms down into the mattress. Her lower back arched out and her knees bent down a little as she tried to relieve the tension rattling through her body in waves. (Y/n) tried to slow down her breaths and take deep intakes but it only made her head go fuzzy and her knees started to shake. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) kept her forehead against her arms on the bed and tucked her chin into her chest. Groaning deeply when a particular pain tore through her stomach.

"Not long now," She whispered quietly to herself, repeating the words over and over like a mantra to stop herself from crying out or feel like she was going insane.

Her body jumped when she felt a hand on the small of her back and with her head tilted down onto her arms, a shiver bolted down her spine when Eddie kissed her exposed neck. His hands moved to cup her hips and his lips stayed against her neck.

"How are you doing, mi amor?" His words made her neck tingle and his voice was oddly quiet yet deep.

"I'm-" Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bit down on her lip and smothered a scream into the mattress.

Eddie's arms moved to curve round her stomach and he kissed the spot just behind her ear, keeping tight hold of her just in case her knees gave way. He didn't want her dropping down on her knees and hurting herself or not being able to get back up.

"I forgot h-how much this hurts," (Y/n) almost laughed as she bent her knees forward and switched her weight from foot to foot to distract herself.

They had Chris eight years ago and while the memory of that day was burned into the back of (Y/n)'s mind, the pain had long since been forgotten. The last two hours of Chris's birth, (Y/n) couldn't remember being in pain. All she could remember was the blood, Eddie's panicked face. Chris getting stuck. Then the nurse cradling him while he didn't breathe for fourteen seconds.

Tears burned in her eyes at the memory she wished she could forget. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen this time. She wanted a smooth run this time around, easy going, relaxed, no panic or unnecessary pain and no fear that they might lose their baby.

"Come here," Eddie's voice tickled the shell of (Y/n)'s ear and he gently reeled (Y/n) up off the bed and turned her until she was leaning into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of her head while her hands scrunched up in his shirt, almost tearing through the thin cotton.

"Oh!"

Leaning his head back, Eddie tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s waist when she slipped down against his chest. But when his eyes quickly did a sweep up and down his wife to see what was wrong, his lips curved up and a breathless laugh rumbled deep in his chest.

"Finally," He whispered quietly before his lips pressed to the top of her head and his fingers dug deeper into her waist. Her waters had broken.

Now they could go to hospital.

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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) rested her temple on Eddie’s shoulder, relaxing when she felt his lips press to the top of her head. He slowly swayed the pair of them side to side as if they were in the middle of a dance floor instead of a hospital room. And his hands danced up and down her hips, squeezing every now and then like he was reminding her he was still here.

She didn't like this part.

Waiting around felt like they were waiting for tomorrow to arrive, something that never happened.

The morning had been spent in agony, aimlessly walking round the house waiting for her waters to break. Now they were waiting again for her body to decide it was ready to push. (Y/n) wanted to skip this part, to fast forward time and be at the end where she would be laid with a baby in her arms. But then again, she couldn't bring herself to wish for that in case something was going to go wrong.

Labour still seemed to be taking a while and (Y/n) was growing tired and restless. She didn't know what to do with herself. Sitting on the bed made her feel tense and numb but she didn't have much energy to walk around the room anymore. Eddie had paced the room with her in his arms and her nails puncturing into his arms but now (Y/n) couldn't find the will to move.

But she felt better when she was standing and right now, being held up in Eddie's arms like this felt comforting. Her back wasn't aching as much, her mind was cloudy but calm and she could handle the pains better when she was stood like this. It was very relaxing and almost hypnotising.

“Do you wanna sit down?” Eddie mumbled against her hair quietly and closed his eyes as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. His other hand stayed curled around her hip and he smiled into her hair when he felt her fingers push into his biceps. She nuzzled her face into his chest, tickling her nose against him and when she pushed her cheek into his shirt, Eddie grinned down into her hair and squeezed her tight.

This was much calmer than when Chris had been born. Eddie had only just got home from his stint in the army and Chris had been a month early. They didn't quite know what to expect and had been panicking right up until things went wrong, then everything only got worse.

“Not yet.” (Y/n) responded quietly, not bothering to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she tried to keep her mind focused but if another contraction didn't hit her soon, (Y/n) knew she might just fall asleep standing up. Especially since Eddie was holding up all of her weight as if she were a doll in his arms.

"Okay mi amor,"

Eddie wanted this to go as smooth as possible, he wanted his wife in far less pain this time around and no danger coming to their second child. And he was becoming restless. He wanted his baby in his arms, cuddled up into his chest already. He missed those nights when Chris was a newborn and he laid all night with his baby boy curled up on his chest.

He wanted them in his arms now.

(Y/n) kept her arms loosely locked around Eddie’s neck as he started to sway them again. She knew she wasn’t going to go to sleep, she was in too much discomfort for her brain to turn off and she was too anxious about whether this time would go smoothly or not. But she had to admit that being with her husband like this in silence was comforting and very relaxing.

Just as Eddie found himself forgetting where he was, he was brought back to reality when (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck. Her lower back arched out as she turned her head so her temple was pressing into his chest.

“Mi amor, you okay?” He mumbled, his eyes drifting between (Y/n) and the door when a midwife walked through.

"T-that was a big one," (Y/n) whimpered as she brushed her thumb up and down the back of Eddie's neck to try and distract herself from the pain that wasn't stopping. It felt like she could feel each muscle tearing itself apart and contorting into odd shapes to make room for the baby. It was a horrid feeling she had long forgotten.

Eddie knew the more contractions (Y/n) had and the closer they were together, the sooner he would meet his baby.

"Shall we get you on the bed and see how you're doing?" The midwife commented as she walked over to the pair of them.

Her hands hovered near (Y/n)'s hips just in case she was needed but Eddie had it all under control. He slowly backed up towards the bed and shuffled round, easing (Y/n) down until she could feel the bed pushing into the back of her knees. Her arms stayed hooked around his neck even when he got her sat down and he had to stoop over her.

He moved so he was stood between her legs with his hands still on her hips and he kissed her temple lovingly.

"Eddie," She groaned his name, tightening her arms around his neck when he tried to take a step back. If she could have, she would have hooked her legs around his hips to reel him into her. She could feel his lips curving against her temple and his thumbs brushed up and down her waist before he gave her a squeeze.

(Y/n) wanted him as close as she could get him and more so. He had to be right next to her, he had to be touching her somehow. (Y/n) wanted to feel his breaths mingling with hers and his touch on her skin.

"I'm still here," He whispered against her skin as he pulled out of her grasp and moved to stand at her side instead. He leaned his hip against the side of the bed and curved one arm around her shoulders while the other hand held out in front of her so she could give his hand a very tight squeeze.

She said nothing as the midwife put a heartbeat monitoring clip on her finger and two more to her stomach to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. She tipped her head back into the pillows and smiled when she felt Eddie bring the back of her hand to his lips.

"I'd say you're fully dilated now. You can begin to push on the next contraction," The midwife stated kindly, seeing the relief on both their faces at finally getting closer to meeting their next baby.

Silence fell over the three of them for a few minutes as they waited for the next contraction to hit. Eddie tipped his head down, pressing his lips to (Y/n)’s arm as they waited, his hands holding hers tightly. When the next contraction came, (Y/n) pushed and leaned herself forward, crying out through the pain until one of the monitors started to beep. Both her and Eddie turned to look at the screen, wanting to know whose heart was now in distress and (Y/n) thought for a moment it was her own heart. She could feel her pulse thudding in her ears and her heart was going rather fast.

But it wasn’t her heart, it was the baby’s.

“What’s happening?” (Y/n) leaned her head onto Eddie's chest when he crouched over her, tightening his arm around her shoulders while he kissed her temple. He curled around her like a protective blanket but his eyes remained on the monitor that showed their baby's heartbeat was starting to slow down.

“Baby is just a bit stressed, that's all. The heartbeat should stabilise in a minute.” The midwife responded as she watched the monitor showing the baby’s heartbeat and waited for it to pick back up. All of them sighed in utter relief when it started to mellow out and go back to the rhythmic beat it had been a moment ago.

A burning scream tore from the back of (Y/n)'s throat when another contraction burned through her stomach. She tugged on Eddie's hand, pulling him even closer until his chin was perched on her shoulder and he was kissing the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"Let's try another push,"

Eddie felt delightedly relieved that the monitor didn't scream out this time, the baby seemed stable when (Y/n) started to push again. Maybe the baby had been surprised that they were about to be evicted and come out into the world.

(Y/n) cried out when another contraction hit and pushed to sit forward with her chin tucked down into her chest and her knees as close to her stomach as she could manage. But her eyes snapped open and she started to shake when the monitor started to scream again.

Her body burned as she cried, pushing back into Eddie who sat down on the edge of the bed and curled both arms around her to try and calm her down. (Y/n) sucked in a few trembling breaths but more tears flushed her face when the baby's heartbeat kept getting lower.

"I think labour is significantly distressing baby and since you're not quite crowning yet, I'm going to fetch a doctor. We need to take you for a C-section to get baby out as soon as possible."

The midwife patted (Y/n)'s thigh but her eyes locked with Eddie when (Y/n) screamed. She was silently asking if he would be alright for her to step out of the room and find help and Eddie nodded. He could look after (Y/n), he could calm her down.

"No, Eddie, no…"

Sobs bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and both her hands moved to grip Eddie's bicep that curved around her chest just beneath her collar bone. His hand gripped her shoulder soothingly and he didn't mind her nails puncturing down into his arm. He kept his other arm around her waist and slowly rubbed his palm over her stomach.

"Shh, baby it's okay." Eddie slowly started to sway them from side to side, kissing the side of her head when (Y/n) smothered her face into his bicep and screamed, sending shivers up and down his arm. He could see and feel the way her heels were digging into the mattress and she was pushing back into him, desperate to stop herself from pushing and distressing their baby even more.

"It's h-happening again," (Y/n) wailed into his arm, dangerously close to biting his skin as she felt like Chris when his routines changed and he went into a meltdown.

"No, no it's not. We didn't get a C-section last time, that would have solved everything. We're getting one this time, and you'll both be fine. Come on, deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere and in an hour it'll all be over."

Chris had been born breached and right at the end, he became stuck. A C-section would have helped them, if they realised Chris was distressed earlier, they could have had him through the operation and he wouldn't have suffocated or gotten lasting damage.

They weren't going to have any of that this time around. They knew their baby was starting to struggle and they were going to have an operation to get them out safely. This is just what they needed, this was their lucky break. No chance of history repeating itself, no chance of having another child stuck, suffocating and potentially dying without anyone being able to do anything to help.

"It's alright, sweet girl, it's alright."

***

A tender smile flooded (Y/n)'s when she turned her head and looked across at the far end of the bed. Chris was sat snuggled between the pillows, both arms cocooning his blanket to his chest, but he wasn't looking at the tv or even at (Y/n). He was staring at Rosie.

His head was tilted at an angle and his lips were slightly parted as he stared at his baby sister with a look of wonder on his face.

"She's crying," He whispered quietly before he flopped down on the pillows on his stomach and stretched an arm out towards her. He placed his palm down on her stomach and started to rub her tummy, smiling until Rosie started to bat her hands and kick her legs up. Then his smile faded and he went back to staring at her like she was an enigma he couldn't solve.

"I think she's hungry, shall we go make lunch?"

When Chris nodded, (Y/n) clicked her spine into place and slowly pushed up from the bed. It was hard to control her smile so it didn't contort into a wince and give away the sudden pain she felt when she stood up.

Her upper chest coiled over and she stood, stooped over at an angle so her back wasn't straight. It had been two weeks since she'd had Rosie and so far, she couldn't straighten up yet. Standing straight made her stomach stretch and with a line of stitches across her lower abdomen, that became physically impossible to stay upright. (Y/n) felt as if they had stitched far too much of her skin together and now there wasn't enough to let her stand tall.

Lifting anything was impossible unless it was as light as a shirt or it happened to be Rosie. If (Y/n) wanted to do the washing, she had to ask one of the boys to take it to the kitchen for her. She could only bathe Rosie in the sink because she couldn't get back up from the floor if she knelt down beside the bath, which meant she couldn't do bath time for Chris either at the moment.

All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay in bed. And it didn't help that both Chris and Eddie were practically forcing her to stay in bed when they laid with her. (Y/n) was used to being up and active and moving about but now she had little energy left and her body wasn't healing as fast as she wanted. She was supposed to keep moving around because she was at risk of blood clots after her operation.

When she had Chris, the first week had been spent in hospital with how badly his birth had gone. But once they were both home, (Y/n) had a new lease of energy. She had no problems doing the house work with Chris in one arm and she was forever walking round to the park or to Eddie's parent's house when they lived in Texas.

This time it was different.

She leaned over the crib attached to the side of the bed and slowly eased Rosie up into her arms. She shifted the newborn into the crook of her right arm and held her against her chest, a few inches higher than her stitches so she didn't aggravate them.

"Why she not in her room?" Chris threw his blanket off his legs and left it splayed out on the end of the bed as he shuffled off the bed onto his feet. He swung the door open and headed out into the hallway, waiting for (Y/n) to catch him up before he continued on his way towards the kitchen.

His eyes lingered on Rosie's room as they passed it and he reached out to touch the wooden door sign that had his sister's name in italics and a painted rose above it.

"She stays with me and daddy for now, she wakes up a lot in the night so this is easier. You used to be in our room when you were a baby."

It had unsettled Chris a lot the first night they brought Rosie home and he realised she wasn't going to be in her own room. He felt cheated, he had to sleep in his own bed unless he had a nightmare, then if he sneaked into his parent's room they wouldn't question it. But Rosie wasn't sleeping in her cot in the nursery and it made him feel like he was missing out on something, as if they were having movie nights with Rosie but not him.

(Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen, dragging her feet beneath her rather than lifting them up. She was relieved when they got to the kitchen that she could lean her left elbow on the counter and slouch forward so she didn't have to stand hunched over like she had a curved spine.

"Mummy,"

Her eyes cast down to Chris just as she grabbed one of Rosie's bottles and turned the kettle on. He had his arms stretched up towards her and he patted his palm against the counter to show what he wanted. He wanted her to lift him up onto the kitchen side.

When they made dinner, Chris loved to sit on the side so he could reach up into the cupboards easier and help cook, especially when Eddie was in the kitchen because he knew his dad wasn't the best cook in the world.

"I can't lift you up baby, use the steps," She tilted her head towards the set of steps in the corner that he could drag across and either stand on and lean over or use to climb up onto the counter himself.

His shoulders slumped and he frowned, huffing before he tried again and reached his arms up towards her.

"Why?"

"I've got a bad tummy, baby… but I think your dad's finished in the shower, he can lift you up." (Y/n) tilted her head back to lean around the corner when she heard the bathroom door open. Eddie had been to the gym this morning and the first thing he did when he came home was jump in the shower. Now he had a while off work, he could go to his usual gym and not just get a quick practice at the station gym.

"What are we making?" Eddie stretched an arm up behind him and scratched the back of his head, ruffling his damp hair that was already starting to crimp and form into waves. His nose crinkled as he smiled and padded bare foot into the kitchen, wearing a pair of loose jogging bottoms and a vest.

It was nice to wear something casual instead of the usual starched button up uniform and the plated boots and a thick overall jacket that made him sweat in the LA heat.

When Chris muttered a quick 'omelette', Eddie nodded while he rolled his eyes when his boy stretched his arms out towards him. He easily lifted Chris up and perched him on the countertop, cracking a few eggs into a bowl so Chris could whisk them up and add cheese. The only kind of omelette Chris would eat was a cheese one, he wouldn't put anything else in it, no salt or pepper, no ham, mushrooms. Nothing.

Eddie started pouring some drinks but when his eyes drifted across to (Y/n), his lips rolled together and he arched a brow. He turned so he was facing her, pressing his hip against the counter while he raked his eyes up and down, watching the unease roll off her in waves.

She had Rosie in her right arm which was leant on the counter, her bum and lower back were arched out so she could slump forward and she had her head hung low. While her left hand slowly shook the bottle to mix the powder and warm water. (Y/n) looked like she was about to fall asleep standing up and the discomfort was clearly written across her face.

"Alright, I think it's my turn." Eddie stepped closer until his chest moulded up into (Y/n)'s side and he held his arms out, brushing his thumb against Rosie's cheek while he waited to take her.

"I have to feed her-"

"I can do that while my head chef is making dinner," He waved a hand behind him towards Chris who lifted his chin high and grinned, waiting for one of them to find him a frying pan so he could pour in the mixture. "Go sit down, please."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together but nodded nonetheless. Her arms shifted towards Eddie and she let him ease Rosie into his arms, grinning as he cooed down at her. She liked the way Rosie looked so small when she was in Eddie's arms, she looked like a doll even when she was wriggling and bashing a hand against her nose while she whimpered impatiently. Tucked into the crook of Eddie's elbow, his bicep engulfed her and made her look miniscule.

He kept Rosie in his left arm while he bent down and found a pan in the cupboard and set it up for Chris who now had a ladle in his hand and a bowl of mixed eggs that were completely engulfed in cheese.

Turning around, Eddie leaned his hips back into the counter next to Chris and kept a look over his shoulder while he began feeding Rosie her bottle. His lips curved into a smile and he leaned his head down to the right when he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around his torso. She was still hunched over but now she had her face pressed into his bicep and he could feel her butterfly kisses soaking into his arm, making him shiver.

"I told you to go sit down," He whispered quietly into her hair, instantly feeling the way she grinned into his arm.

"And leave you in charge of dinner?" When she felt a growl rumble within his chest, (Y/n) kissed his arm and tightened her arms around his torso. "I'll sit down in a minute,"

"Hm. That's what I thought you said."

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