#bpreg

[cardiganbuck]

I guess Buck is gonna have to get pregnant now so that they can name a daughter “Isabel”

[tanktopdiaz]

[meatdiaz]

buck’s looking as fertile as ever. knock him up, eddie. knock him up. knock him up. impregnate him. you know you want to. knock him up. put a baby in him. knock him up, eddie. he wants to have a baby with you. knock him up.

[rivrdale]

miracles are often inconvenient

[14.5k; tbpreg]

“I think Buck is pregnant.”

The hands stop rubbing and drop to the desk. Hen looks at him bleary-eyed and squinting, and Eddie wonders if he spoke words or if what came out was just garbled nothing.

“I’m sorry?”

“I—” He shifts from foot to foot. “I think Buck might be pregnant. Again.”

Hen slots her glasses back onto her wrinkled nose and says, “What, can you smell it on him?”

That shakes Eddie out of it a little. “What? No, his birthmark.”

The wrinkled nose is paired with an eyebrow raise, and Hen tilts her head a fraction. “What about his birthmark?” she asks slowly, like she’s talking to a child or a mental patient.

“It kind of…glows?”

Hen, his current captain, his former partner, one of his best friends, looks at Eddie like he’s lost his mind.

“Boy, if you don’t get out of my office so we can go home.”

“No. I—!”

Eddie puts his hands on Hen’s chest to stop her from kicking him out when she gets up and rounds her desk, and when he realizes where his hands have landed, moves them to her shoulders and squeezes.

“Hen. I’m serious.”

Hen looks at him steadily for a moment, then steps out from under Eddie’s hands and closes the door gently. She sits on the edge of her desk, and Eddie suddenly feels as if he’s confessing some sort of crime.

“Okay,” she says, palms up. “What makes you think Buck’s pregnant?”

Starting with this morning and how he first noticed that Buck’s birthmark was swollen just like when he was pregnant with Violette, Eddie recounts the whole day to Hen as if she wasn’t there, ending with,

“Chim says it could be thyroid, or—or kidney, or—”

“But you don’t think so.”

Eddie takes a breath. “No, I don’t think so.”

Another steady gaze, this one softer. “I think,” Hen says, “that you should be talking to your husband about this. And not me.”

Eddie runs his hands through his hair, feeling the greasy strands between his fingers. “How do I tell my husband that I think he’s pregnant without sounding like a huge asshole?”

Hen flicks her eyebrows, as if to say Good point.

or, buck is pregnant. eddie just doesn't know how to tell him.

(read on ao3)

inspired by this post by @sadgayeddie:

[bark-barkley]

"no buck i dont know how your pregnancy test came back positive"

[thatbuddie]

ok ok 9x13 mother’s boy hmmm we can make this about bpreg y’all

[gloomydiaz]

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'We shouldn't,' says Eddie, his breath humid against the nape of Buck's neck, his mustache scraping, sending goosebumps racing over Buck's skin.

'Are you gonna stop?' says Buck, face down against his pillow, his sweaty cheek smearing against the fabric.

Eddie's cock slides in the cleft of his ass, catching and sticking against his hole and Buck needs him inside like he needs oxygen.

'Eddie. Captain Diaz, please, sir,' he pants and Eddie groans, moves back to plant a hand between Buck's shoulder blades and shove him harder into the mattress.

'Gonna be the death of me, Buckley,' he says, his cock, big and hot and bare, notched against Buck's hole, pushing inside at last.

It's shattering, the relentless fullness, split open with pleasure. Eddie gathers Buck against his chest, slams into him, remakes him and all Buck can do is hold on.

*

Buck doesn't think about it. He can't think about it.

He watches Eddie at work, his big hands and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, and wonders if Eddie thinks about him, about that one night and too many drinks at the bar after work, the thread of mutual desire that stitched them into bed together.

Sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him, gaze lingering a beat too long, but then he's cutting his eyes away, calling out an instruction to the team, and hope is lost.

*

Buck has been good, for weeks, he's followed instructions, hasn't talked back, kept himself focused, none of the acting out or thoughtlessness from the beginning of his probie year. He isn't intentionally staying out of Eddie's way it just seemed easier, to not look at it or think about it, how it made him feel to be under Eddie's hands, Eddie's mouth.

He has to look at it now.

'Umm, Captain Diaz—Eddie—can-can I speak to you?'

Eddie looks up from his paperwork, face inscrutable but then his expression softens and he nods.

'Of course, Buck, I'm always here if you need anything.'

'Ha,' Buck laughs, ruefully, coming into Eddie's office proper and closing the door behind him, 'not-not sure you'll feel that way after this.'

Eddie frowns, 'are you okay?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah,' Buck looks at his hands, his heart is beating so fast he can feel it in his skull, he feels nauseous but that's nothing new these days. He takes a breath, looks up at Eddie at last; his handsome face, the crease of professional concern between his eyebrows. Buck is going to ruin his life with this. Buck has to tell him anyway.

'I'm pregnant.'

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