#mom!robin buckley

[daddyy333]

modern!mom!Robin x pregnant!reader

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word count: 15.7k

warnings: ivf, reader is pregnant, reader has morning sickness, reader loses her appetite sometimes, reader passes out, bed rest, labor, birth, breastfeeding, ?

summary: you bring Robin and yours first child into the world

When Robin saw you holding and playing with Steve and Nancy’s baby for the first time, her heart swelled and her ovaries were on fire and she could physically feel the eggs shooting out of her ovaries. She knew biologically that obviously couldn’t work but she wanted nothing more than to have 100 of your babies right then and there.

It shocked her. She’d never felt that before in her life. She’d never really wanted kids before, and she wasn’t upset about the fact that her sexuality prevented her from having any. But now, god did she wish one of you could produce sperm.

Holy shit did her panties get wet when her mind drifted to the thought of you being pregnant. Your egg or hers, that baby would still be hers and just the hypothetical thought of knowing that you wanted to put yourself through that for her made her weak in the knees.

You’d look so beautiful, a little baby bump on you. God, she was dying to see it. But you two had never talked about kids before. Never once had either of you mentioned the idea of trying to have a baby one day, and that was because you both thought that if the other wanted one they’d say something and you’d talk about it.

But every time Robin tried, it was like her throat closed up and she couldn’t breathe. She was so nervous to ask about something like this, this wasn’t like buying a new couch or something, this was having a baby you were gonna be responsible for for the next 18 years.

You two had also watched Nancy go through that whole pregnancy and even visited for a bit when she was in labor, and you certainly didn’t look thrilled. Neither was she, but she didn’t want to have to put you through that if for some reason she couldn’t do it. It looked really painful and uncomfortable, sure the pictures were cute and the bump looked adorable on Nancy and would be 10x cuter on her own wife but she wasn’t sure if it was worth the pain it came with.

But, she’d started secretly and sort of accidentally saved up for the cost of everything for the last 5 months while she was trying to bring this up to you. Thankfully, you had set your life up right before meeting Robin and you were a CEO of *insert company of job here i don’t know high paying jobs ok I’m poor😭😭* and made enough to support you and Robin completely on your own but Robin would never do that to you.

You helped her get a job that definitely paid a little too much for the position but it was benefiting the two of you so you didn’t care. It was perfect for Robin and it gave you a little extra cushion in case something happened to the house or one of the cars.

You had a decent amount of savings racked up already, and these last 5 months Robin had racked up around 4,000 for the cost of getting pregnant through whatever medical procedure you two chose. Yea, that job definitely paid way too much. But Robin was hoping that by showing you how much she managed to save in a few months, that this was possible.

It took a few more days, but she finally worked up the courage to do it. She saw you talking to the neighbors 1 year old who had waddled over to you whilst his mom was getting stuff out of the car. You were getting the mail, when you heard a little babble and looked down.

“Hey, little guy…where’s your mommy, huh?” You asked, looking around and quickly realizing that the neighbor was doing something and was obviously busy. “You know, it’s dangerous to be wandering off like that. Could really scare your mom, and you don’t wanna do that, right?” You said and bent down to his level, smoothing his hair back.

He cooed and you smiled waving at him. A few minutes later his mom looked around and then called his name, obviously panicking. “Hey, hey….sorry, he wandered over here and I noticed you were busy so I just kept an eye on him for a moment” you said, hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

She hugged you and said “thank you, so much. Gosh, ever since he learned how to walk he’s been so curious. I really am gonna lose him one day, I’m gonna have to put him inside first next time” “of course, of course. If you ever need, my wife and I can probably watch him for you. She loves kids, and he seems like a sweet little man” you said and she smiled.

“Thank you for the offer, I might have to take you up on it one day” she said and you both chuckled. You talked a little more and then went back inside and Robin was curled up in a ball on the couch watching T.V.

You thought she was just being Robin, but in reality she was dying inside. She wanted to have a baby with you so freaking badly, she needed it.

She got up and walked over to you in the kitchen, on the opposite side of the little island and said “babe…” “what’s up, beautiful?” You asked and she took a deep breath. She cleared her throat and said “h-how would…what-…I- d-…”

“Robin…what’s wrong? What’s going on, are you okay?” You asked, cupping her cheek and trying to initiate eye contact incase for some reason she was having an anxiety attack or maybe seizure or a stroke or something. You always thought the worst when it came to Robin.

“I’m fine…I just…I really- okay, uhm, I-I really want a baby. Like so freaking bad. I don’t know why, but ever since I saw you with Steve and Nancy’s baby I’ve been going crazy and can’t stop thinking about having a baby with you. I-I don’t care who carries the baby, o-or babies if- i-if that’s what happens cause that can happen. But also it’d be really really really hot and adorable and just…god, you with a baby bump I mean- I-I’m speechless you know, you would look so beautiful with our little baby in there. But I could do it for you if you don’t want to. Nancy was in a lot of pain you know, and that doesn’t exactly look like a whole lot of fun and also she looked like she was in a lot of pain before she started pushing, I can’t even imagine how much it would hurt to push an entire 8 pound baby out. But for you, oh for you I’ll have 100 babies if it makes you happy. I’d be just as happy to carry our baby and grow it and go through all the pain and feel it kick and scream and cry and tear myself in half to push it out for you. And- and I know it can be expensive, but if we save up for a few months together and take some of our savings out we can be like…6 months pregnant by this time next year. Or- or not. We don’t have to, if that’s not what you want. I know babies are a lot of work, I just- I had to get it off my chest, you know…um,” Robin said, you could tell she was nervous as shit, you wanted to giggle at the memory of her being just as rambly on your wedding day.

You stood there in shock for a few moments, sure you’d thought about having kids but you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted them. You were kinda scared to be pregnant if you were being honest, and that was one of the perks of being married to a woman, you’d never have to worry about it.

It was all just so…stressful. The thought of carrying a child, a human inside of you and your body stretching that much to accommodate it, sounds creepy and painful. You hated surgery, and definitely didn’t want a c-section, you didn’t want to be within 100 feet of a scalpel. An epidural is literally terrifying, you were pretty sure Nancy said that when she finally got it she literally couldn’t feel anything, and you really didn’t want to lose feeling in any part of your body and be stuck in a bed for who knows how long. You were a little like Robin in that sense, when you were panicking or really really stressed about something you wanted to move and pace around.

It was all just so much to think about, being pregnant and having a baby is a big deal. But…the way Robins face lit up when she talked about you being pregnant and mentioned you having a little bump. She obviously really wanted this, and it definitely made you want to give her a baby. All the “what if’s” were killing you, but you might just do it but only because it’s her. You’d do anything for her.

When you finally came back from your little la la land of thinking, Robin wasn’t in front of you anymore. You heard small sobs in the bedroom, and panicked. You ran to the bedroom, carefully opening the door so you didn’t startle her and she had crumbled to the floor, knees to her chest as she cried.

“Baby, baby hey, come on, it’s okay. Don’t cry, please sweetheart. Robin, you have to calm down” you said and held her face in your hands, wiping her tears away. She shook her head and said “no- no I- I fucked e-everything up…a-and now you pr-probably hate me-”

“I don’t hate you, Robin. I could never hate you if I tried. Please, sweetheart, I just want you to calm down so we can talk” you said and she let out a shaky breath. She whimpered and you pulled her onto your lap, hugging her tight and trying to calm her down.

“I didn’t mean to scare you…I just…having a baby and being pregnant is really big, you know? It’s scary and also really expensive. I’d do anything for you, Robin. I know this is very important for you, and I’m sure you’ve put a lot of thought into it and you’re ready for it…so I think that yes, w-we can try to have a baby. I’ll carry it, I don’t want you going through that kind of pain. Plus, you have a lot going through that little head all the time and you still work hard to regulate your emotions and the things you say and those pregnancy hormones would really mess up your whole system up there, and I don’t want you to have to buy new maternity clothes that trigger your sensory issues and you’d probably be way more uncomfortable being pregnant than I would and would probably have a heart attack during the labor and I don’t know I just- I don’t think you’ll be happy if you were pregnant. I’d rather do it, I could probably handle it better” you said, trying to say the right things that wouldn’t make her more upset.

“That’s not fair to you….” she mumbled into your neck, sniffling softly. You sighed and said “maybe…but I don’t want to put you through 9 months of hell when I could do it instead. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I know being pregnant would change your body and the way you live in ways you might not be able to handle bub” “But…but what about you…” she asked and you sighed.

It took a week to convince her to let you be the one to have the baby, and then you guys really started saving up for it. You saved up enough to do two rounds, which took a year and a half. Then, you made appointments and everything went into motion.

You and Robin would both be going through the process of retrieving and fertilizing both of your eggs, that way you had plenty and you could keep them if you decide to have more babies in the future. However, you were going to be carrying Robins egg fertilized by whatever donor you chose and if you two decide to have more kids, no matter who carries it, it’ll be your egg. You had already chosen the donor so the eggs were fertilized and implanted and it was time to wait.

You didn’t want to test before the official blood test you would have at the doctor's office, you knew it would only stress you out more. You could tell Robin was getting antsy, she really wanted to know. But for your benefit, she’d wait a century if she had to.

The first attempt failed, and god did it hurt. You and Robin both knew very well that it didn’t always take the very first time, I mean hell this is the first time your body had ever come in contact with a fertilized egg. You just really wished that it would’ve taken the first time, you were really worried you would struggle too much and wouldn’t be able to get pregnant and make your dreams come true.

The second one failed and you wanted to give up, and you almost did. Maybe you weren’t meant to have kids, maybe this was god telling you not to have kids. It felt stupid, but you couldn’t help how you felt. Why couldn’t your body just accept these stupid eggs? It shouldn’t be this hard and this painful.

You gave it another try and the third one took, and you were so so so happy. That time you had to go alone to the doctor because Robin accidentally agreed to go on a work trip for her job and didn’t realize your test was on one of the days she would be gone.

She didn’t want you to tell her over the phone, if it was negative, she wanted to find out in person. By the time she got home, you were still only 5 weeks pregnant, but you knew you couldn’t lie and say it failed again as a part of some sort of surprise, you guys had been waiting for this for way too long.

You set up a camera in the living room facing the front door so you could get her reaction on video to watch till the end of time, and quickly ran back to the bedroom. You were nervous and excited, you couldn’t wait to tell her.

“Babe? I’m home!….Babe!” She said and you came out of the bedroom, the ultrasound picture in your back pocket. You ran over and hugged her, she picked you up and spun you around a little and you giggled, kissing her a few times.

“Are you okay? How did everything go?” She asked, you knew what she was talking about. You bit your lip and pulled the ultrasound picture out and she furrowed her eyebrows. You chuckled and pointed to a little blob on the picture as you said “that….is our baby,”

You both immediately teared up at the words “our baby”. “Oh my god…stop, stop please- are you serious? You’re pregnant?” She asked, tears already spilling down her cheeks. You nodded and said “yea…we did it babe”

“Oh my god” Robin said and hugged you, sobbing into your chest. You whimpered as she buried her head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to her hair and holding her as she cried. She bent down and kissed your belly, she knew that the baby couldn’t hear or see or even think yet but she was just so happy.

You placed a hand on her head, wiping your tears as she said “hi, baby…mom loves you so much already, you don’t even know” “yea she freaking does” you said and she wrapped her arms around your waist so tight, she was just so happy and excited to finally be having a baby with you.

She talked to the baby every day, and it made you feel so loved. She was attached to you at the hip now, and even though your stomach was still the same as before and you literally weren’t even having symptoms yet, knowing that there was a baby in there made her go crazy.

She was so proud of you, and if you thought she worshiped the ground you walked on before she really did now. You and that baby were her main priority now, she never went more than 3 hours without trying to call you at work to check on you.

You started having morning sickness at 7 weeks, at first it was okay but by your first appointment at 10 weeks you couldn’t keep a meal down. Robin felt so bad, it even made her cry sometimes. She felt like somehow it was her fault, like she shouldn’t have mentioned having a family or you being the pregnant one because now you hated eating and was starting to lose weight because of it.

They gave you medication to help with the morning sickness and vitamins to help support your body and your health during the pregnancy and you got to hear the heartbeat, which made Robin cry like a baby. She filmed the heartbeat playing and even took a few pictures with your belly in the frame, still trying to really process that you’ve got a precious little angel in there.

You smiled as you got your blood work done, seeing her outside waiting for you with a grin on her face, the volume up just high enough that you could tell she was rewatching the recording of Baby Buckley’s heartbeat. (You decided to start calling them that since when you got married you hyphenated your last name with Robins and it also sounded really good. “Baby Buckley”…literally melted your heart every time you said it)

You couldn’t believe she was this happy just to be with you and experience this with you and have this baby with you. You loved that about her. Nothing about your relationship was awkward or questionable, her love for you was so real and so genuine it was overwhelming sometimes.

You started showing a little about a week later, there was a sudden bloat that wouldn't go away which you realized was your bump starting to grow. You didn’t really say anything to Robin, but she noticed anyway.

“Babe…babe, come here!” She said as you were trying to leave for work. You hummed and turned around, waiting for her to say something. She walked over and lifted your shirt up, gasping slightly. It wasn’t that big, and you would only be able to tell you were pregnant if you already knew, but Robin was already crying about it.

“Y/n, look!” She said, placing her hand over your belly, sniffling. You chuckled and said “I know, bub. I noticed it this morning” “why didn’t you say anything?!” She said with a playfully annoyed tone in her voice.

She kissed your tiny bump as you said “it’s not much of a difference, I didn’t even think you’d notice” “that’s our baby, y/n/n. Of course I noticed. Oh, hi baby buckley!” she said and kissed your belly again, murmuring about how much she loves the baby.

You tried to leave for work but she grabbed the Polaroid and had to take a picture, and yes you were late for work, but you just loved seeing Robin so happy. You were so thankful to have her with you through all of this, you honestly don’t know what you’d do without her.

It felt like you grew overnight, because by the time you were 4 months, just barely into the second trimester, you were buying new clothes because your bump had gotten too big. Robin was obsessed with it though, constantly having a hand on your bump and talking to the baby about any and everything.

You barely had to tell the group about the baby, it was pretty obvious by how much more Robin was clinging to you and the fact that you were using the bathroom quite a lot due to morning sickness and the baby sitting right over your freaking bladder. They were super excited though, Steve’s son was way out of that baby stage and was more toddler than baby and they certainly missed when he was all small and bundled up in his swaddle like a little football.

You did have to explain the process, especially to the younger kids. Steve, Nancy, and Eddie sorta had an idea of how it happened, but the younger ones thought sex was the only way to make a baby. They were shocked to find out it was possible for you to be carrying a baby that was biologically Robins, it kinda freaked Eddie out.

As you got bigger, Robin was going crazier. You looked so beautiful, running a hand over your belly absentmindedly as you murmured things to the baby here and there. Not to mention, your boobs had swelled up some already and Robin was drooling anytime you wore a remotely low cut shirt.

She swore to god you were glowing but most days you felt like crap cause the morning sickness still hadn’t gone away and everything was achy and you felt like just a blob of swollen everything. She was so so so excited to meet them, it felt like time had flown so fast yet not fast enough.

Then, you felt kicks. You had just gotten to work and you were already moving a lot this morning, a lot more than usual but you weren’t in too much pain so it was okay. You were in the elevator, having to go all the way to one of the top floors to talk to a coworker.

You felt an odd swoosh or something in your belly and furrowed your eyebrows, placing a hand on your belly. A few moments later you felt it again and then felt what you thought was butterflies. You were so confused, you’d never felt this before.

You kept feeling it that whole time, and when you got back to your office you were starting to get worried. It’s been half an hour, and these flutters and swooshes hadn’t stopped for more than five minutes at a time. You sighed and called Nancy, chewing on your lip nervously.

You explained the situation to her, and she screamed with happiness. Your eyes widened and you said “what- what is it? Nancy, seriously I’m getting worried. What if somethings wrong with the baby?” “No, no oh my god no it’s kicking! Your baby is kicking!” She said and you gasped, looking down at your bump.

“What? No, I’m barely 5 months! The doctor said I wouldn’t feel them till 6 most likely” you said and Nancy scoffed over the phone. She sighed and said “that’s total bullshit, I felt them at 4. Everyone’s different, and almost all of the moms at daycare felt them early on too. 6 months my ass”

“Oh…fuck, time is flying” you said, tears filling your eyes as you felt those soft little kicks again. Nancy chuckled and said “I know, I know. You get pregnant and you can never blink or you’ll be at your kids high school graduation”

You talked a bit more, cried a little and then got back to work. They started kicking again after you ate lunch. It made you chuckle, it felt so weird yet incredible to know your little one was growing and getting bigger and stronger.

You then began to cry again, because Robin didn’t get to feel the first kicks. She’s been waiting for them since before you even got pregnant, it was gonna break her heart. You let out a shaky breath, rubbing your bump as the baby kicked some more.

When you got home, you burst into tears as soon as you saw Robin. She immediately ran to you, hugging you and trying to calm you down. You whimpered and cried into her neck, mumbling about what had happened but she couldn’t understand.

“Babygirl, you have to calm down and tell me what happened or I can’t help” she said, rubbing your back. You rested your head on her chest, sobs still racking your body as you took deep breaths with her. You didn’t wanna tell her, but you knew she wasn’t gonna let you not tell her what had caused you to cry this hard.

“I-I uhm…oh god, I c-can’t” you said and she kissed your head and continued to soothe you, she’d stand her all day if she had to. You felt so bad, like somehow this is your fault. You felt a kick and nearly fell to the ground, you couldn’t stop your crying and that only made it worse.

“Babe, babe…hey okay come on let’s sit, come on…you gotta breathe y/n, please. Deep breaths, come on. I can only help you if you calm down and talk to me” she said, wiping your tears away as you sat on her lap, sobs still racking your body.

“I…I- fuck…you’re gonna h-hate me” you said and she shook her head. She smoothed your hair back and said “no, no I could never hate you…no matter what, baby, I’ll always love you. You could never do anything to make me hate you”

You let out a shaky breath, resting your head in the crook of your neck. She took off your blazer and your shoes, letting you relax a little. “I-I- I felt th-the baby kick for the first t-time today…” you finally said and she gasped, sitting up straighter.

“What?! Baby, that’s so good! That’s amazing, why are you so sad?” She asked and you whimpered. A sob slipped out before you said “b- be-because you didn’t get t-to feel the first k- kic-kicks”

“Baby, hey it’s okay…of course I would’ve loved to feel their first kicks but I understand that they were gonna start kicking whenever they wanted. I was never guaranteed to feel those first kicks, I know that. I’m not gonna hate you, it’s not even your fault. And I don’t hate the baby either, I’ll probably get to feel thousands of other kicks before our little baby Buckley gets here” Robin said and you whimpered.

You kept crying most of the night, you just felt so bad that she missed it. Eventually she realized there was no soothing you completely so she just laid with you, poking your belly to make the baby kick. She was never gonna get used to that.

You later found out it was a girl and you were so happy, you wanted a little mini Robin more than anything. You had so many weird cravings, but Robin almost never made you feel bad for them. Even the especially gross ones.

Orange’s and ranch nearly made her barf. But you looked so happy she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. You also couldn’t stop eating ramen, holy shit you’d do anything for ramen most days. You craved McDonalds a lot, especially the fries. You’d even woken her up at 2 in the morning for it one time.

You woke up starving, and whilst looking for food you noticed the McDonald’s wrapper in the trash from a few days ago and instantly you were 10x hungrier. The baby seemed to be too, she was kicking quite a bit.

You were near the end of your 6th month of pregnancy, which meant the baby was getting even bigger and you were starving 24/7. It’s like everything you ate was only for the baby.

“Babe…Robin…” you said and she gasped, trying to sit up. She cleared her throat and said “wha- what’s wrong? Are you okay, is she okay?” “Yea, yea we’re fine, baby, sorry…uhm…I’m just- I-I’m really hungry and I was wondering if you could take me to McDonald’s” you said and she chuckled.

She rolled over and kissed your bump, caressing it softly. “Yea, babe I can take you to McDonald’s” she said, her voice all raspy and sleepy which made you wish you still had the energy to have sex with her.

She washed her face a little and slipped some shoes on and you were out the door, her hand on your belly as she drove you to McDonalds. She bought you nuggets, fries, and a milkshake even though you said you didn’t need all of it. She had to make sure her girls were fed.

She also had to see the smile on your face as you took your first few bites of the fries, closing your eyes and smiling. You both chuckled and you placed a hand on your bump as you said “she’s kicking like crazy, oh my god” “really?” She asked and you nodded. She placed a hand on your stomach and smiled, the baby kicking up a storm underneath her hand.

“Oh my goodness sweetgirl…calm down before you hurt mommy” she said and you chuckled, taking a sip of your milkshake. You loved when Robin talked to the baby. It made you fall in love with her so much more, you didn’t know how much your heart could handle

You felt like you never stopped growing, constantly needing new clothes. Now that you were pretty much in the third trimester you were really starting to feel the pain. In your hips, your back, your feet, even your stomach sometimes just from how much it had grown in such a short period of time. The baby kicked so much, you were sure that she was the reason your lower belly was so sore all the time.

Robin obviously noticed, and constantly gave you messages. She didn’t realize it would hurt this bad, she knew it was painful but it broke her heart to see you tear up sometimes when you came home from work because of how bad it was.

She was the best partner you could’ve had. She took care of you, really took care of you. She ran you baths most nights to relax your tense and sore body, rubbing your feet when you needed and rubbing your back almost every night before bed. She was constantly massaging lotion into your belly to make the baby relax and eventually make you relax as well and fall asleep. That was her favorite way to fall asleep with you.

It was getting a lot harder to work the farther you got into the pregnancy, especially during the last few weeks before maternity leave. By then, you were 30 weeks and felt like death. Even though you were getting paid maternity leave you knew babies were expensive and decided to go on maternity leave at 35 weeks instead of now or any earlier so you’d have enough money to take care of your new family of 3 for a few months.

What you didn’t mention to Robin was that you’d been feeling so weak lately, and your appetite was surprisingly disappearing which made you dizzy and you were being super overworked all the time. You were in a lot of pain too, the baby was moving a lot and jabbing and kicking at your ribs sometimes, even knocking the wind out of you occasionally.

You felt so stressed all of a sudden like you needed more on your plate, you felt like you weren’t prepared at all for this baby and like you were gonna get fired at any moment and everything would crash and burn and this baby would die because you couldn’t keep it together.

You knew that these thoughts were way out of line and just things made up in your head, but at the same time it felt so real. It even kept you up at night sometimes. What if you did all the work, paid all these fees and got to the end and she was stillborn. God, it would kill you. It would literally kill you.

Last night you literally didn’t sleep at all, not one bit. You were trying for 3 hours before you got up and started watching T.V and then cleaned the kitchen and then reorganized the spice cabinet by alphabetical order and finally it was 5am and you could start getting ready for work.

You showered and Robin rubbed lotion all over you, especially in the places you couldn’t reach, kissing you softly and smiling at you. She obviously didn’t realize you weren’t with her almost the whole night, she usually did but she must’ve been in a deep sleep last night.

You left for work, skipping breakfast, and found out the elevators weren’t working. You took the stairs which literally knocked the wind out of you and you had to stop twice, one because you were practically wheezing and then the baby was kicking so much and you didn’t want to move.

You were light headed by the time you got to your office, your stomach rumbling. You didn’t wanna eat just to throw it back up, everything just made you nauseous lately. Maybe this was punishment or something for not doing better, having the stupid first trimester nausea and morning sickness all over again.

You felt so exhausted by noon, barely able to stay awake. It was time for lunch which you usually tried to skip but you had to eat something today. You made it down 4 flights of stairs before you passed out and fell, down a few steps and to the ground, barely able to breathe.

You were only slightly conscious, your eyes were so heavy you couldn’t open them and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to call out for help but you couldn't. You felt so weak. Eventually, you couldn’t fight back anymore and you were completely unconscious, barely breathing and praying to god the baby would be okay.

Luckily someone found you less than 10 minutes later and got an ambulance for you. By then your lips were turning purple and you were really pale and you practically looked dead. You still had a pulse, thank fucking god, but paramedics couldn’t immediately tell if the baby was okay.

They gave you CPR and oxygen the entire way to the hospital, and you sort of woke up a few times but you didn’t remember it. Based on the ultrasound, everything looked okay so far and the baby had a heartbeat and was even kicking.

The coworker that found you called Robin and instantly her heart dropped. She’d never started crying so fast in her life. She almost forgot to put shoes on because of how fast she was trying to get out the door.

She nearly got caught speeding by police and almost crashed twice but she made a 17 minute drive in 9 minutes. She ran to the front desk asking for your name and they said you hadn’t arrived yet. That was a huge mistake.

Robin immediately broke into sobs, resting her head on the desk as all the emotions came flowing out. The nurse was trying to calm her down and comfort her but she was on the verge of an anxiety attack and she couldn’t regulate her emotions no matter how hard she tried.

The commotion at the E.R entrance caught her attention and she instantly recognized that shirt. You hated that shirt. Hated it. Said it was the ugliest thing in the store, but also was one of the few things in your size at the store so it was either that or go to work naked.

She ran to you, not letting any nurses stop her. “Baby…baby- y/n, hey, hey come on, wake up! Wake up! Y/n…” she panicked, cupping your cheek and placing a hand on your bump. You were so pale, so fucking pale. Your lips were purple and your body wasn’t as warm as it should’ve been.

“No- no hey s-she’s not dead right? S-She can’t be- I- oh my god-” Robin said and the paramedic said “Miss, I understand you're scared but you have to let us do our job. We’re gonna try our best to help your wife, please step aside”

A nurse came over and slowly guided her to the waiting room, calming her down a bit before she let her be. Robin grabbed her phone from her pocket with a shaky hand, calming Steve’s number. “Hey, Rob…what’s up?” He asked and all he got was a shaky breath and a whimper. He immediately panicked, Robin had only called him crying 3 times before.

The first time was when you had your first big fight, Robin forgot a date and it made you really mad because you had already felt like she was pulling away and just used you as an experiment. She was so scared that day, she really didn’t want to lose you.

The second time was the night before you got married. She nearly had an anxiety attack, worrying that you didn’t really want this and eventually you'll realize your mistake and leave her. Steve threatened to call you so many times but Robin didn’t want to mess the plans up.

The most recent time was the day you told her you were pregnant. That was less of a sad cry and more of a happy cry, but she didn’t call crying just because.

So now, you can imagine why he’d be nervous. She let out a small sob and said “S-Steve…” His heart broke, she sounded so scared and so hurt. He instantly responded, softly letting her know he was there.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong? Are you okay? Is y/n and the baby okay?” He asked and she bit her lip. She cleared her throat and said “can y-you…come to th-the hospital ple-ease?” “Yea, yea of course I can…I’m on my way I’ll see you soon” he said and she hung up, closing her eyes as she tried to calm herself down.

She couldn’t stop panicking. Knowing you might be hurt, or the baby might be hurt, was killing her. Steve got there as quickly as he could, not breaking as many traffic laws as she did but he got there faster than he should’ve.

Once he saw her he ran towards her, bending down and meeting her eyes as she looked at the ground. “What happened? Did something happen to y/n?” He asked. It broke her.

She instantly looked away, beginning to cry again. He pulled her up and hugged her, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his chest. He sat down and let her curl up in his lap and cry, he knew that whatever happened was being taken care of by doctors so getting her to tell him why she was in the waiting room of a hospital wasn’t his main concern at the moment.

She was so scared, so fucking scared. What caused this? Was she not taking care of you well enough? Did she do something to cause this?

“She…s-she passed out a-at work…fell d-down the stairs a-a little and…a-and passed o-out” she said and whimpered, she just wanted to know if you were okay or not. Steve smoothed her hair back as he said “hey, hey it’s gonna be okay. She’s strong, so so strong. You remember when Nancy passed out when her water broke, she was just fine”

“This- th- t-this is different. Y/n…s-she’s weak…her body- i-it gave out on her. N-Nancy was just- she was i-in shock…y/n might be sick- s-she could be dying. I can’t- I-I can’t lose them, Steve…” Robin said, her mind beginning to go numb, which also helped her stop crying.

“Y/n is going to be just fine. She’s in good hands, these doctors know what they’re doing” he said and Robin shook her head, sniffling. She bit her lip and said “I should’ve n-never said anything…I-I knew this was a-a bad idea. O-Of course she was gonna get h-hurt. I am an…a-awful wife”

“Hey, hey no you’re not. Neither of you could’ve predicted that something this scary was going to happen. This happens to many pregnant women all over the world, there’s no way they don’t know how to help her. You’re an incredible wife, Robin. Y/n is so lucky to have you, she can’t possibly know how lucky she is” he said and Robin shook her head, picking at her nails.

It took an hour for them to call for the family of Y/n Buckley, and Robin immediately got off of Steve and got to the doctor so fast her feet were on fire. Steve jolted slightly, he had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Is she oka- i-is the baby okay? What’s wrong with her? Is she gonna be okay? How did this happen-” she said before Steve came up behind her and just slowly put his hand over her mouth. She turned around, eyebrows furrowed and eyes full of worry. “Let the doctor talk, Rob” he said and moved his hand back down.

“Your wife is okay. She passed out from what we presume to be exhaustion, as well as lack of food and she was dehydrated. It seems as though the pregnancy has taken a sudden toll on her body, causing her medications to keep her from throwing up and keep her appetite up to not work as well. She hasn't really eaten in a while, we could tell so we want to keep her 48 hours and see her eat 3 meals a day, or at least 2. She is going to have to go on bed rest for most likely the remainder of the pregnancy, the fall caused some bruising on her lower back and her right side, and her body needs to gain it’s strength back to prepare for labor and birth. She needs to stay in bed as much as possible, and limit her time out of bed to 60 minutes a day. It’s important she rests, she needs it to help her have a safe and healthy labor and delivery” the doctor said and she bit her lip, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“S-She’s gonna be…o-okay?” She whimpered, the doctor asking if she wanted to come see you. She nodded so fast her head nearly rolled off her neck. You were sleeping when she got to you, which initially scared the shit out of her before she realized you just needed rest.

Steve got her settled, made sure she wasn’t squeezing your hand too tight and left to get food. You looked much better than before. Color had come back to your skin and lips, and they had been giving you I.Vs and you had 2 protein shakes while you were awake. Robin was still scared out of her mind.

She doesn’t understand how she didn’t notice you were so exhausted and drained. She should’ve known. A good wife would’ve noticed and taken care of you. Obviously she wasn’t worth your love. She should’ve prevented this, she can’t even notice when you're on the verge of passing out, how will she be able to take care of you.

You slept for god only knows how long, murmuring things in your sleep occasionally and shifting positions a couple times. Usually you’d wake up a lot to pee or because of some kind of pain or the baby was kicking too much to let you sleep, but she was glad you were getting the rest you needed.

When you did wake up, she started crying again. “Babe? Oh, oh hi baby” she said and cupped your cheeks as your gorgeous y/e/c eyes opened slowly. You whimpered and looked around slowly, realizing you were in a hospital.

“Shit…” you mumbled and Robin sighed shakily. She bit her lip and said “why didn’t you say anything?…do you not want to talk to me about these things o-or, or did I make you feel like y-you couldn’t? I- I-I don’t understand, I tried so hard to make sure you were taken c-care of-”

“it’s not you…” you said weakly, sighing softly. She took a deep breath and said “then what is it?” “I didn’t…I didn’t know it was t-this bad I thought I was just having a sh-shitty couple of weeks” you said and she brought your hand to her mouth, pressing a few kisses to it.

She opened your palm and pressed it to her face, holding it there and feeling the warmth of it, reminding her that you were okay. “Rob…” you said and she sighed shakily.

“It’s…its stupid, I-I know but…I almost thought t-that I wouldn’t feel this again, y-you know? Feel your hand on my face…h-hear your voice again. You were- y-you were pale as shit and your lips were turning purple I-….I mean you were dead!” She said and your eyes widened.

“That isn’t entirely true, miss…your wife was severely oxygen deprived, which is what caused the pale skin and purple lips. Her body tried to shut down to save itself, but we fixed her up and she’ll be okay. We previously discussed with your wife that you’ll be on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy to make sure you and the baby stay healthy, only 60 minutes out of bed is allowed. I can confirm that if you take the new medications we give you, and follow our instructions about bed rest and eating that you and your daughter will be just fine” the doctor said and you nodded, rubbing your bump.

Once they got your vitals and stuff they left you and Robin alone. She hadn’t let go of your hand the whole time. She refused, she wasn’t going to let you go ever again. You were never ever leaving her sight again, you wouldn’t be in the same room alone for a long ass time.

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” you said to break the silence. Robin had been really quiet, just caressing your hand softly, tears running down her cheeks. She looked up at you and said “I…I know. I just…I’m still processing everything. m’ really scared something else is gonna happen to one of you”

“I’m sorry…” you said, getting sleepy again and trying to stay awake. She shook her head and said “no, no don’t be sorry. Y-You didn’t do anything. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. I’m just scared, that’s all” You hummed and she used her fingers to push your eyelids down, making you smile a little.

She let go of your hand for a moment to tuck you in, kissing your head and going back to her spot to get some sleep as well. “Robin?” You asked about a half hour later, unable to sleep. She hummed and sat up, rubbing her eyes as she said “yes, sweetheart? What’s wrong, is everything alright?”

“Just uhm…why don’t you come sleep in the bed with me? I promise I’m not that injured” you said and she smiled a little. She crawled into bed with you and cupped your cheek, kissing your head and giving you no other option but to bury your head in her chest so she could hold you.

The next few weeks were a bit better, you were eating more and you felt so much more well rested and relaxed. You were finally managing to get some sleep, that pregnancy pillow Robin got you literally saving your life at this point. At first, one of you guys’ friends would come take care of you but Robin got early parental leave and was able to stay home from 32 weeks on.

She was constantly by your side, cuddling with you and feeling the baby move all the time. She was so eager to get out, but you still had 2 more months left with her hyper ass kicking up a storm in there. You loved her, you really did but man she could kick.

You felt better and healthier, and you were much happier too. Obviously you were still experiencing some pain, you were 8 months pregnant for fuck sake but Robin made it easier to manage. It was all gonna be worth it for this little girl.

Eventually you had to get a birthing ball to have at home, because you felt so much pressure and pain in your hips you just needed something to relieve the pain, even just a little. Robin was really sweet and would always rub your back or massage and squeeze your hips for you when she could tell you were in pain.

She even rubbed your feet for you, even though you didn’t want her to have to touch your feet she insisted. She didn’t care how gross you thought it was, she knew you needed the relief.

You were sure the baby knew who Robin was, she’d move a ton when she heard Robin's voice or when Robin grabbed your bump and said “hiii babygirl” with gentle kisses to your belly. You swore you were feeling her nuzzle her head into Robin's hands when she rubbed your bump at night, it was always the same motion and while it could’ve been her ass you would like to pick the cuter option and say it’s her head. Robin thought you were slightly delusional and this was some symptom of pregnancy brain but it was adorable watching how excited you got about it.

By the time you started the 9th month you were ready for this kid to be out. She was kicking and jabbing you so much, and your ribs were so sore cause she’d finally turned head down and started attacking your ribs. Robin saw a thing about holding your belly up to help with the pain or something online and she finally tried it and holy shit did it feel good. You finally felt some relief on your hips, and Robin would always stay for as long as you needed.

Some days were really hard, and you were in a lot of pain but Robin stayed up with you and did whatever she could to make it easier. You cried a lot thinking about how much you loved her and appreciated her, and it freaked Robin out a little how you could never seem to stop talking about her and how much she does for you. You loved her too much, you couldn’t help it.

You started nesting as well, which didn’t help at all. Even though you were still supposed be on bed rest you were constantly sneaking out of bed and cleaning the shit out of the apartment. Places you’d never even thought to clean before. One time Robin caught you standing on the kitchen counters to dust on top of the cabinets and literally lost her shit.

You only agreed to get down if Robin promised to clean it for you and she did, which led to a lot of sneezing but she would walk on glass before she let you do something dangerous like that at 36 weeks pregnant.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, you know that?” Robin said, you were now in bed with her arms wrapped around you so tight you were almost having a hard time breathing. “I just- I- you know I can’t explain it I just have to clean everything and make sure everything is okay for the baby. It’s not babyproofed enough there’s so much she could hurt herself on” you said, placing a hand over hers, which was obviously carressing your bump.

“You’re nesting,” Robin said and blushed a little, all these little things that came with the pregnancy made it feel so much more real, she’ll never be able to comprehend that this is actually happening, you’re actually having her baby.

“I am not nesting. That’s so…suburban stay at home white mom” you said and she chuckled. She kissed your head and said “you’re preparing your nest, mama bird” “don’t say that” you said and crossed your arms like you were mad, but she knew you weren’t.

“I read that it’s a sign labor is coming soon. Then again, it’s a little early for that, but a girl can dream” Robin said and you chuckled. She sighed and said “I just can’t wait to meet her. You’re gonna be such a good mom”

“You think so?” You asked, rubbing your lower bump. Robin chuckled and said “of course I do. In fact, I know you will. You’re amazing, y/n/n, this baby girl is so lucky to have you. She’s got the most beautiful, most patient, most loving, most kind, most caring mommy in the whole freaking planet”

“She’s got a pretty kick-ass mom too” you said and Robin blushed hiding in the crook of your neck. You sighed and said “I want her out already…I just want to kiss her little face and squeeze her little chubby cheeks and hold her tiny little body and cuddle her and hug her and just love her. How am I supposed to wait another month?” “I don’t know, babe. We’ll struggle together that’s for sure” she said and you chuckled, feeling a kick.

Picking a name for her was a bit of a struggle, you wanted to try and find something not super overused but not crazy and hard to spell or pronounce. You went through tons of names, trying to imagine her face based on the scans and trying to think of a name that would fit her.

You tried every name in the world, and finally two days before your due date you figured out her name. Jadyn Buckley. You liked it because it was pretty gender neutral and wasn’t too girly which you didn’t want. Robin liked how it sounded and since it was your favorite name that she suggested she loved it even more.

You were so glad you finally chose a name, Robin celebrated by running to your favorite bakery and grabbing a small cake. You thought it was weird to celebrate choosing your baby’s name, but then it turned into celebrating your last few days of being just the two of you.

For 8 years it’s just been the two of you. Pretty soon, there’ll be three of you and that’s something Robin never thought she’d be able to say. She felt so lucky to just have you, now she was about to have a baby with you and that’s just so special to her. She’ll never get over being able to say “my girls are waiting for me” or being able to think “I miss my girls”, and the baby isn’t even here yet.

She just knows she’s gonna be perfect. She does the cutest things during ultrasounds, yawning and turning over and using her hands to move around and stretch. Robin knows she’s the most adorable baby ever, she doesn’t have to see her to know that.

You hope she has Robin’s eyes. That’s all you care about. She could look any kind of way, she’d still be your gorgeous baby girl that you love no matter what, but you really hope she has Robin's eyes. Robin's eyes are your favorite thing in the whole world. They’re absolutely beautiful, and being able to see that little piece of Robin in Jadyn would just melt your heart.

You both knew it would be pretty rare for you to have her on your due date, not a lot of babies come on the due date. So you weren’t heartbroken when you went to bed still pregnant that night, but after being a week overdue you were losing your mind.

You couldn’t stop crying, you felt like a complete and total failure and you were kind of a mess. Your hormones were worse than they had ever been before, you were really really sensitive nowadays. Not to mention the pain you were in was excruciating and you had reached your breaking point.

You hadn’t slept in 27 hours now, you’d woken up at 3am yesterday and as much as you tried you couldn’t take any naps during the day and you’d been too uncomfortable to sleep tonight. You were making brownies now, you found brownie mix in the pantry and you were gonna lose your shit if you didn’t do something soon so making brownies it is.

“Babe? What the hell- get back in bed” Robin said and you groaned. You sighed and said “Robin just- please, go away. This goddamn kid has been kicking all night and I’m so sick of being in bed all the time I’m going insane I can’t fucking do anything without being in pain and I just- I need to do something, okay? I’m so sick of just crying in bed all the time, I feel like a piece of shit all I fucking do is complain and whine about how much everything hurts and it’s stupid but it’s all I have left to talk about. I haven’t left the house in 3 weeks and I’ve been wearing the same outfit for 4 days and I just- I can’t do this anymore! I’m going fucking crazy Robin I just want to feel like a human being again! Just let me make some fucking brownies!”

You sighed, put the spoon down, and placed your hands on the counter and let your head drop between your shoulders as you started crying. Robin knew you didn’t mean to be so aggressive and tell her to go away like that. She knew you were frustrated, she’d been trying to help in whatever way she could but she knew you were gonna snap eventually.

“Come here…come here, sweetheart,” she said and wrapped her arms around you, letting you bury your head into her chest as you cried. You wrapped your arms around her weakly as she rubbed your back, kissing your head softly.

“I’m s- sorry…I-I shouldn’t have s-snapped like th-that” you said and Robin shushed you, smoothing your hair back. She took a deep breath and said “don’t apologize baby. I know it’s getting overwhelming and I know that you’re struggling a ton right now and I’m so fucking proud of you for doing this. I know you wanna give up and just die or whatever, but you're so close to the end honey. I know it doesn’t feel or seem like it, but I’m sure that by this time next week you’ll be standing here with our baby in your arms wishing you were still pregnant because despite what you think I know you’ll miss your bump and you’ll miss having her in there all safe and sound. Sometimes you gotta get your stress and frustration out and I’m the only other person who’s home, so I get it. Don’t worry about it, I promise. I know you love me” she said and you smiled a little, sighing softly.

You hummed and pulled away wiping your tears as you said “I probably look and sound bat shit crazy right now” “only a little” Robin said and you both laughed as you continued scraping the last of the batter into the baking dish.

Robin moved behind you and started massaging your hips and lower back, making you gasp and groan softly. She smiled as you moved her hand to the left a little, wincing as she did. You leaned back and Robin pushed harder, making you whimper.

Eventually you took a short break so you could put the brownies in the oven and then Robin brought the birthing ball so she could continue doing god's work on your sore back. You leaned against one of the seats that went with the island in the kitchen and she massaged your back and hips whilst you waited for the brownies to finish.

By now, you’d tried everything to induce your labor. Even the things that were just myths, you had to keep trying because you really hated surgeries and needles. Sure you could handle a shot or an I.V but you didn’t want an epidural or a c-section. Those are terrifying, you’d honestly rather be pregnant forever than have to do either of those options.

So naturally, when your doctor set a date for you to be induced you were stressed out. Inducing could mean needles, and all kinds of other stuff and you really didn’t want that. But being 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant makes you desperate for anything that’ll get your damn baby out.

You still felt like a failure, like this was god telling you you were incompetent or something. Why couldn’t your body do what it was meant to do? Was it something you did? Are you just not meant to be a mom?

All those thoughts came to an end when you finally felt your first real contraction. You’d been feeling some really light and short ones on and off the last day or so but thought they were Braxton hicks. Now, you were on your way Steve’s house because they still offered for you to come over whenever everyone else did and since your body wasn’t showing any signs of getting this baby out any time soon you figured why not leave the house one last time because the next time you leave you’ll hopefully be coming home with 3 people instead of 2.

“Ow- oh shit…” you said and placed a hand on your stomach, squeezing Robin's hand as she had already been holding it the whole ride so far. She looked over quickly and said “wha- baby, what’s wrong?” “I- Mmh, it- my stomach…” you said and her eyes widened.

She pulled into Steve’s house and turned off the car as fast as she could, getting out and opening your door to help you better. It had passed pretty quickly, and you felt okay now you were just surprised by the pain. “Hey, hey are you okay? Is it the baby- are you-” she almost began to ramble before you stopped her.

“I’m fine,” you panted, circling your bump with your hand as you took a few deep breaths. “I-I think I just…had a contraction?” You said and Robins eyes widened. Her jaw dropped a little and she said “w-wh- contraction? Should we go to a hospital?”

“No, no…remember there’s the contractions before real labor. That’s probably what these are. Unless they’re 5 minutes apart or my water breaks we should be okay to do as we please, but I don’t want to be out too long” you said, caressing her face, already recovered and breathing just fine.

She nodded and you smiled a little, turning so you could get out of the car. She helped you out of the car, and you got inside and everyone was all over your bump, begging her to come out already. You were okay with them touching your bump, plus you’d gotten used to it by now.

You laid down one of the couches for most of the time you were there, cuddled up with Robin as the contractions came and went. They were nearly 15 minutes apart, and as long as you breathed through them and didn’t freak out you were fine. It only felt so bad the first time because you weren’t expecting it, but these barely hurt enough to truly mess with you. You could even talk through most of them, which helped Robin keep calm a little.

Even though they were manageable, you couldn’t sleep through them at all and eventually Robin couldn’t stay up any longer so you were either up for hours at a time or you woke up every 15 minutes because they were just strong enough to keep you awake.

By the next morning, they were a little stronger but still pretty far apart so you felt okay. But it killed your appetite completely, usually when you were in more serious kinds of pain you just couldn’t bring yourself to eat which really scared Robin but you drank some milkshakes and protein shakes for her.

You were really hoping the baby would be here or at least actually be on the way by tonight but no, she was still taking her sweet time. Robin fell asleep again, she was really exhausted and you couldn’t blame her, if you could sleep right now you totally would.

Now they were stronger and more intense, wrapping around your back and spreading down your thighs a little. You didn’t want to wake Robin up but you just wanted her to comfort you and hold you. Not to mention, it was really hard to stay in this position the whole time and keep quiet.

Eventually you snuck out of the room, little sobs racking your body as you made your way to the couch, holding onto it as another wave of pain hit you. You whimpered, gasping as you tried to breathe through the pain. You groaned, taking a few deep yet shaky breaths, whimpering softly as you tried to focus on something other than the pain.

You knew it only got worse from here and since your water hasn't broken yet you were getting kind of scared, how much worse could it get? You walked around the house, managing the pain and breathing through it like you were supposed to when suddenly, you felt a gush of water come out of you and you instantly froze.

You gasped, backing up a little looking down. Sure enough, there was a puddle of fluid where you had just been standing. You whimpered, grabbing a towel from the dirty laundry pile and cleaning up the mess. You took off your pants and underwear and put those in the dirty laundry pile too, going to the room to put new clothes on.

You were trying to dry your legs but you were still leaking and it was making you frustrated. You called your O.B really quickly and told her what happened and said to come in to the hospital as soon as possible.

“Baby,” Robin groaned, feeling for you in the bed. She whined when she couldn’t feel you, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. It was 1:30 in the morning, why weren’t you in bed? “I’m in the bathroom,” you said loud enough so she could hear you. You took a deep breath and just put some underwear and shorts on, waddling into the bedroom. “Why’d you let me fall asleep?” She asked and you sighed.

You rubbed your bump as you said “cause you need it, Robin…e-especially since my water just broke and we’re not gonna be getting a whole lot of sleep for the next few months…” “WHAT?!” Robin said and jumped out of bed, running to the nursery to grab the hospital bag, rambling so fast you literally couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Well, at least you were done leaking amniotic fluid and wouldn’t have to change again. You sighed and went to the bathroom, brushing your hair and teeth as Robin said something about the car and she’ll be right back

You grabbed yours and Robin's bags from the closet and set them on the couch because you were probably gonna bust your ass trying to see the stairs that you had to use to leave the apartment building under your bump, get through a contraction if need be, and carry both of these bags at the same time.

You heard Robin come back into the building, she nearly knocked the door off the hinges as she came back in, losing her shit and running to you as she found you squeezing the shit out of the couch with your face scrunched up in pain. “Fuck, sweetheart- what can I do?” She asked and you groaned softly.

You shook your head and took a few deep breaths, letting it pass. You finally opened your eyes and Robin was nearly crying, her hair was a mess and she looked so tired. She caressed your cheek and said “are you okay? Is the baby okay? How bad is it? Do you feel okay? Do you need to push?”

“Babe….I’m f-fine, everybody is fine, okay? It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever felt, at least not yet. I’m probably not gonna be pushing any time soon, don’t worry. Look, I’m gonna time the next one and then we’ll go to the hospital, alright?” You said and leaned back and laid on the back of the couch, rubbing your bump.

Robin sighed relievingly, sitting next to you. She rested her head on your lap, kissing your belly and caressing it softly. You groaned and said “I can't even see your face, my stomach is too big” “it won’t be pretty soon” she said, voice cracking as tears pricked her eyes.

You tried to reach over your bump and run your hands through her hair or something but you couldn’t reach. You huffed and grabbed her hand instead, trying to make her not cry. “We have plenty of time to have more kids, babe. Don’t worry” you said and she sighed shakily.

Sure enough, the next one came about 5 minutes later, you could practically hear Robin's thoughts going crazy but she was keeping her cool, just letting you squeeze her hand and do what you had to do. “Mmmh…Robin,” you moaned softly, a sudden new intensity of the pain coming on.

“What is it, sweetheart, what can I do?” She asked, carefully placing a hand on your bump, rubbing in gentle circles. You whimpered, nearly starting to cry. Once it passed, Robin held you for a few minutes, rubbing your belly and letting you relax.

She brought the other bags down to the car and then helped you to the elevator, letting you bury your head in her chest and take deep breaths, preparing for the next one. Any time you were in a more severe pain during the pregnancy you’d cling to Robin like this, and it always made her so happy that she got to be the person you need when you're in pain.

You had another contraction in the elevator so Robin scooped you up, trying not to move you too much as she got down the stairs at the front of the building and brought you to the car. She used to go to the gym for her mental health and to help her have something to do when her mind was going a little crazy and when you guys started talking about having kids and things like that she started getting into weight lifting just so she could do things like that. She never wanted you to be insecure about the weight you’d gained by growing a human being so she did what she had to do.

By the time she got you to the car it had just passed so you got in the car as quickly as possible to help you relax again. Robin made sure everything was in the car and then started the drive to the hospital. She noticed once she pulled in how shaky you were, which made her nervous.

She came around to your side of the car and grabbed your hand, kissing it softly. “Bubba, why are you so shaky, huh? Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked and you sighed. You’d had about 4 more contractions before you got to the hospital and the pain was already getting at you. You shook your head and said “no I just…I mean I’m exhausted, and- a-and the pain is worse than before and I’m also really freaking nervous,”

You chuckled and she smiled sadly. You sniffled, wiping a tear away. “It’s gonna be okay, honey. Everything's gonna be just fine, I promise. Nothing is gonna happen to you, and once we get inside we can talk to the doctor about an epidural and see how you-” she said before you stopped her.

“No- no, I don’t want all the crazy shit going into my body. Especially into my back of all places, what if there’s a fire and I can’t move my legs huh? I’d have contractions for a week straight before I got that stupid epidural” you said and she sighed.

She ran a hand over your bump and said “babe, I know you’re scared but you might not be able to handle it and so many women have successful labor and delivery stories even with the epidural….I’m sorry okay, I just- I hate this, and I hate you being in a pain and I really wish I could stop it, that’s all”

You then started crying, and Robin's eyes widened. How did she fuck up? Was she making you frustrated? She felt so stupid. “Honey, hey, hey don’t cry I’m sorry. Y/n, hey what’s making you cry?” She asked and you let out a sob.

You sniffled and said “I…I’m just being annoying w-when all you wanna do is h- h-help me, I’m being a fucking…just c-childish over a st-stupid needle and some drugs that’ll make this go w-way easier for me” “no, no honey. Baby, you’re scared, and that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared I just…I just wanted to ask you one last time that’s all. You’re not being annoying, I know why you’re scared and I get it, but I also know that I’ll sit with you for as long as I have to to help you get through this and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you bring our baby girl into this world, okay?” She said and you nodded.

She helped you out of the car and brought just your bag up for now since she knew it’d be a while before this baby got here and you didn’t need everything right this minute. She demanded they bring you a wheelchair so they did. Robin was being a little scary with the way she was talking to these nurses and doctors, but she wasn’t going to let you get mistreated in any way.

You got a room and Robin helped you change into a gown before nurses got all kinds of monitors on you and checked your vitals and the baby’s vitals and blah blah blah. You would’ve fallen asleep through it if you weren’t in all kinds of pain.

It was nearly 3am by the time you got settled, barely 3 centimeters dilated and hours of contractions to come. You were laying on your side now, Robin cuddled up with you per your request, both of you just listening to the baby’s heartbeat monitor. “Can't believe she’s really coming now…feels like I’ve been pregnant forever” you said and she chuckled.

She smiled and said “well at least you didn’t have to be induced,” You hummed, playing with her shirt as you took a deep breath, a bigger smile gracing your face as you felt her move a little. You looked up at Robin and said “hope she has your eyes. I love your eyes. They always look at me with so much love…and they’re so beautiful. It’s okay if she doesn’t…be really adorable if she did though”

“You just can’t get enough of me, you need two of me?” she said and you giggled. You kissed her softly and said “yea…just wanna meet her,” “I know, babe…me too” Robin said and cupped your cheek, caressing it softly.

You were mostly okay the first few hours but by the time you got to 5 centimeters you were struggling. Contractions were 4 minutes apart now and they were really strong, and your back and hips were hurting even more. God, and you were so drained and exhausted. You hadn’t slept in 2 days, you were in so much pain and you had already been in labor for 10 hours without a whole lot of progress.

You were starting to break, and you were contemplating getting the epidural. The pain was getting to be too much, and all you walked was a goddamn nap. You finally told Robin after debating it in your head for an hour, and she simply caressed your cheek and asked if you wanted her to ask for you.

Unfortunately, they ran some tests and determined it would be too dangerous for you to get the epidural and could cause complications. You broke into sobs, you really needed some kind of relief. Robin felt so shitty, she should’ve just sucked it up and been the one to carry the baby so this wouldn’t be happening to you.

She kissed your head and brought you closer, hugging you tight. “I-I can’t…Robin, I can’t do it a-anymore…it hurts” you whimpered, crying into her chest. She rubbed your back softly as she said “I’m so sorry, baby….I’m so fucking sorry”

You did everything you could after that, you walked around the hospital and around your room, you used the birthing ball, you tried every position in the world, you even tried getting in the stupid shower but none of it was helping as much as you wished. The baby kept trying to move and kick which was only causing you more pain.

Eventually you came back to the bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as another contraction tore through you. You yelled out slightly, twisting the bedsheets in your fists as you tried not to scream. You really couldn’t handle the pain, you nearly felt like you were gonna pass out.

“Baby, come on sit back and breathe” Robin sat behind you and you whimpered, groaning as it got worse. You tried to breathe through it but the more you tried to breathe the more you cried and you were having a hard time calming down. “Sweetheart,” Robin said quietly, tears forming in her eyes as you moaned through the pain.

As soon as the contraction ended you started feeling nauseous, and ended up throwing up everything in you. Robin was really starting to get worried, this couldn’t be good. You felt so dizzy after, you nearly passed out but you were using everything you had left in you to stay conscious.

You got more I.V’s and some nurses came in to help massage your back and find the perfect position to help with your pain, and help Robin understand what she can do to help. Sitting on the ground on your knees and leaning your upper body on the birthing ball really helped, and it gave Robin easy access to help support your bump a little and massage your back and hips.

23 god awful hours after your water broke you finally got the go ahead to push, and you quite honestly don’t know how you did it. It got so bad that any time you closed your eyes you would hear Robin scream your name in a panic because she thought you passed out. You were so shaky the whole goddamn time, you were so nervous and so overworked you really needed a damn break.

It took 20 minutes to get her out, and when you did you’d never felt so much relief in your life. Pushing that baby out was the most painful thing you’d ever done in your life, now sobbing into Robins arm as all kinds of pain ripped through you from between your legs, in your back, and the contractions that were supposed to help you push out the placenta.

You wanted to die when they asked you to deliver the placenta, your body was so drained and so tired you wanted to be done with the contractions and the pushing and all this bullshit. “Good job, momma! You barely even tore at all, just need to do a couple little stitches, you did such a good job” the doctor said and you whimpered.

Suddenly it hit you, holy shit you just had a baby. “Mmh- m-my baby- where’s my baby?” You asked frantically, you couldn’t hear her loud screams as she took her firsts breaths anymore and you were scared. “She’s okay, momma bear don’t you worry. We’re just checking on her and making sure she’s healthy that’s all” the pediatric nurse said and you let out a big sigh of relief, still trying to breathe right.

You groaned and said “I h-hate you” Robin’s eyes widened and her heart dropped a little, did you really mean that? “I’m fucking…g-getting stitches on my v-vagina right now…and I can’t breathe, a-and I’m panicking cause I- I can’t hear our baby c-crying even though I know s-she’s okay…and I’m so t-tired. I just want…I w-wanna sleep. But I’m never g-gonna sleep again. All because I-I love you too much s-so I stupidly agreed t-to have a beautiful little b-baby girl with you. So I h-hate you cause you m-made me love you and m-made me do stupid things b-because I love you” you said and she chuckled softly, there you were.

She kissed your head and gasped as they brought the baby over, a nurse helping you pull down your gown to do skin to skin. You thought she’d still had all that gunk on her but they had wiped it off mostly. They gently placed her on your chest, she was just still crying and whimpering and fussing a little but as soon as they placed her on your chest she was cooing and trying to muzzle into your neck.

You gasped, instantly beginning to cry again. You placed your hand on her little back, patting it on instinct and the other on her little head. God, she was tiny but she sure as hell felt huge coming out.

You swore she was gonna come out 20 pounds, there’s no way this tiny little ball of perfection was the thing you had given birth to.

Robin began to cry softly too, stroking your hair and watching you bond with the baby. “S-She’s perfect, y/n. I’m s-so proud of you, baby. I-I’m so goddamn proud. You did a-amazing, look what you made” Robin said softly and you both chuckled. You kissed her little head and smiled, you couldn’t believe you were actually holding your baby girl right now.

Robin had never felt so much love and appreciation for you in her life. You really had been so strong during all of this, even when you were breaking down in her arms wanting to quit and cut her out of you yourself, you kept going for her. Man, was it worth it.

“She knows her momma,” a nurse said softly as she kept cooing, grabbing onto your finger while she was all tucked underneath your chin. Robin wiped a tear off your face and said “can I please get a picture of this?”

You rolled your eyes and said okay, of course you wanted a picture of your first moments with your sweetgirl but you felt and probably looked like shit. You didn’t even care about the pain that you were still very much feeling anymore, you were just focused on the baby now.

“I’m so proud of you too, bubba, for coming out healthy…at least so far, and hopefully forever. You did an amazing job at kicking my ass these last 10 freaking months, I’m so proud of you” you said and everyone laughed. Robin took a few pictures of you and then you let Robin hold her, god you couldn’t stop smiling.

You’d go through all the pain again 1,000 times over just to see Robin's face right now all over again. She was so fucking happy, caressing Jadyn’s cheek and holding her little tiny body in one freaking arm. You grabbed the Polaroid camera and took a picture, and then took a few on your phone.

“She’s beautiful, babe. You did such a good job. Didn’t she, bubba? Didn’t mommy do an amazing job making this cute little face and pushing out this little body and these tiny little hands, and these tiny little feets?” Robin said, it melted your heart to see her talking to the baby already, she was such a natural with her.

Jadyn reached up to try and grab her face, cooing up a storm. Robin smiled and let her do what she wanted, grabbing Robin’s chin lightly and then her lip, patting her cheek a few times. You chuckled and said “sweetgirl, what are you doing to mom?”

“She’s just exploring, that’s all. She’s brand new, babe- oh…hey, she has my eyes” Robin said as she finally opened her eyes wide enough to tell. You smiled and said “really?” “Yea, look,” Robin bent down slightly so you could see and you smiled even more, booping her nose.

A few minutes later they took Jadyn for testing and cleaned you up, putting the massive freaking diaper looking thing on you and helping you get your achy legs out of the stirrups. Holy hell were you sore, you can’t believe it hurt so freaking bad when all it was was that 7 pound 2 ounce little baby. She wasn’t even big, you don’t think you would’ve been able to do it if she was a bigger baby.

You were barely awake now, your eyes unable to open and you only able to see a blur of Robin as you were finally settled, everything was over now and you were only feeling the after pains which weren’t nearly as bad as the contractions. “Babe, come on get some sleep” Robin said and you shook your head.

“The baby…” you whimpered and she sighed. She tucked your hair behind your ear and said “she’s okay…she’s getting her tests done, making sure she really is a perfect and amazing little girl. She’ll be gone for a while, why don’t you sleep?” “I just….” You said and closed your eyes, your grip loosened on her hand and your whole body visibly relaxing.

She smiled and kissed your head, watching you sleep for a while. She really was so fucking proud of you. You’d been up for literally almost 2 and a half days, had been going through all kinds of unbearable pain for 2 days straight on top of all the pain you’d been feeling for 10 exhausting months to have a baby all because she said she wanted one.

She didn’t say she needed one, she didn’t force you to, she didn’t say you had to have her baby. She simply said she wanted one and you barely thought twice before you said yes, and you’d do it as many times as Robin wanted. She was so grateful for you, and to have a partner as loving, supportive, and caring as you are.

Not to mention, you had never ever looked so beautiful in her eyes. You would beg to disagree, dark ass eye bags making you practically look like you have black eyes and greasy hair and flushed cheeks and red rimmed eyes not having you feeling like a supermodel.

She felt so bad when you were only able to get a little over an hour of sleep, because the baby was fussing and the nurses chopped it up to her being hungry and came back so you could breastfeed her. Robin wished she could’ve done it for you, but you were so happy to hold her again, you didn’t care how tired you were.

Robin smiled as she watched you and Jadyn, it seemed like you already knew what to do as the nurse helped you get her to latch for the first time, it only took two tries before she was suckling away for milk. You’d been sort of pumping the last couple days, your boobs so sore and swollen you needed some relief so your milk had pretty much come in already.

You caressed her tiny cheek and as her big, curious eyes stared up at you. “Hi, beautiful…mommy’s precious girl” you whispered, smiling softly. Robin kissed your head and took some pictures, obviously at an angle that didn’t show your boob too much and had it mostly covered by her head.

“So proud of you, baby. Doing so good for mommy” you said and she cooed, wiggling around a little. You let her squeeze your finger, she cooed softly as she started really getting milk. “Poor girl, you must be hungry. Gotta fill this belly up, huh?” You said and poked her tiny tummy as soft as humanly possible.

Robin kissed your head and said “you are so incredible, y/n. Thank you…for everything. Especially our little bundle of perfection. You’re seriously so strong, babe, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to do this” “one of the perks of me doing it first, I’ll probably know how to make things easiest for you if we getting around to having you carry our 2nd baby” you said and she sighed happily, resting her head on top of yours.

“My precious girls…” she whispered softly, wiping away a bit of milk that had leaked from Jadyn’s mouth. You smiled and said “she must be really hungry,” “hey, if I could suck on your boobs right now I’d never stop either” she said and you gasped, looking up at her.

She chuckled and you blushed slightly, looking down at Jadyn again. “Little ears, Robin…god,” you said and Robin laughed a little, running a finger over the little head of hair she had.

“I can’t believe she’s really here. She’s actually real, you know? I mean- I- I know I’ve felt her move and I’ve felt her hands and her head and her feet against my stomach for over half my pregnancy but…I don’t know a part of me always wondered how I could actually just create a human out of a tiny little egg and tiny little sperm and just some empty pouch I have inside me. But now she’s here, and she’s- I mean she’s like…real. She has a brain, and lungs and her own little organs and her own little heart, and all that stuff. I made her. I…I literally made her” you said and Robin chuckled softly.

Robin caressed her cheek and said “I know baby…it is pretty crazy. You did one hell of a job, our baby girl is perfect” You smiled, looking up to kiss her. Jadyn started getting sleepy and pretty much stopped suckling so you gently unlatched her and you let Robin burp her.

“Oh, hi bubba” she said as she gently lifted her out of your arms so you could put your bra back on. She put the burp cloth over her shoulder and rested her in the same spot, patting her back softly. You smiled and grabbed your phone taking a video.

Robin hadn’t realized you were recording, she was too busy kissing Jadyns head and trying to keep her smile from reaching her ears. Jadyn cooed and grabbed Robin's shirt, making her tear up a little. “Hey, hey why are you crying?” You said, forgetting you were still recording.

“Cause I…c-cause we have a baby together” she said and Jadyn cooed. You smiled and said “overwhelming, huh?” Robin nodded and kissed her head again, whimpering softly.

Once she was done Robin laid her little body across her arm and chest so she could watch her, and eventually she fell asleep in her arms. Robin sat next to you and you took a picture of them, little Jadyn all snuggled into Robin as she slept peacefully.

Robin placed her in the hospital bassinet a few minutes later so she could get proper rest and sat next to you again. She cupped your cheek and said “I love you so, so so much. I’m so lucky to call you my wife. What you did was…amazing, sweetheart. I can't tell you enough, I can’t express how proud I am of you”

“I love you too…and I know you are, baby. I’d do it a million times over just to make you happy again” you said and she kissed you softly. You smiled through it and pulled away a few moments later, smiling up at her. You blushed and she opened her arms for you to cuddle into, and you got some more sleep before Jadyn inevitably woke up again.

You didn’t tell the group that she had arrived until you got home two days later, the doctors were just taking precautions and had you stay 48 hours due to your pregnancy and labor and birth being so hard on your body. You were overwhelmingly sore, especially down there but your whole body as well, from being so tense and all that pregnancy pain hadn’t gone away just yet. You couldn’t get enough sleep to recover from it all because of the new baby, even though she was actually a pretty good and quiet baby, taking care of her was still a lot of work.

Plus, Jadyn was brand new and you wanted time for you and Robin to bond with her by yourself so they wouldn’t be allowed to come over for 2 weeks, but you sent them pictures every day and FaceTimed them when you could.

Robin was overjoyed to have everyone meet Jadyn, she was so happy to be a mom and she just kept showing her off like her most prized possession. Max was in shock when you said you’d been in labor for 2 and a half days, she immediately declared she was never having kids.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you watched Robin show her off to Steve. You loved her and Steve’s sibling like relationship, and she was so freaking excited to show Steve what you had done for her. “And y/n did such a good job getting her out…didn’t she? Didn’t mommy do so well?” she said, kissing Jadyn’s cheek.

Robin had so much energy, even though you both were getting the same amount of sleep she was bouncing off the walls while you were ready for another nap.

Nancy came over and you compared birth stories parts of your pregnancies, and she even brought over some of James’s old stuff and most of it was gender neutral anyways but neither of you would have cared if it was blue. Unsurprisingly, Jadyn eventually wanted to nurse after a while so you went to the nursery to feed her whilst you heard Robin going on and on about how perfect Jadyn was and how incredible you were doing.

God, you fucking loved her.

There was somebody who commented on my post about this story and if you comment I automatically assume you are like super excited about it so, @averagestudent03 here you go

Taglist: @amberputh

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[munsonfamilyband]

I have no time right now to elaborate too deeply on this thought but I just had a brain worm and I need to write it down before I forget. Who knows, I may elaborate and make this a whole thing with dialogue tonight, we’ll see. TW for depictions of Steve’s injuries post s4, vomiting, gore(?)

Steve refuses medical treatment at the end of s4, they drop off Eddie and he hides in plain site until it’s time to take Dustin and Robin home.

They stop at Dustin’s first, both he and Robin getting out to get Claudia Hugs (I just know she gives INCREDIBLE hugs). He drops Robin off at home with her promising to keep her walkie on their frequency. And then he goes home alone.

He tries to shower, it hurts his feet and back too much. He tries to change the “bandage” but just gently tugging almost makes him black out from pain. So he collapses on his bed and passes out.

Days go by, he’s trying to act normal, like he isn’t always running a fever and his sides are itching and starting to smell under the cologne he practically bathes in. It works for a few days at least, but Claudia gets suspicious by day 3 post earthquake when Steve shows up for lunch with flushed cheeks. 2 days later he doesn’t show up.

She drives over alone, Dustin is at the Wheeler’s, and she lets herself in with the key Steve gave her and Dustin after last summer. She calls his name, doesn’t get an answer but something smells off. She’s a nurse, she recognizes the scent of disease.

She hurries upstairs and finds Steve in bed, only wearing boxers and the filthy scrap of cloth wrapped around his stomach. He’s sweating and has vomited on himself at least twice, recently too. She immediately knows that he is what smells, she can see the pus and blood on his abdomen. He’s delirious, mumbling to himself and part of her wants to shut down and cry, to go cradle this boy, her son in all ways but blood, but she can’t. She steels herself and walks to his bedside to feel his forehead, almost recoiling from how hot his skin is.

As she keeps checking him over, she grabs the phone on his bedside table and calls 911, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder to keep working. When the operator answers she explains who she is, where she is and what’s happening.

It’s a blur after that until she’s sitting in the hospital waiting room and she realizes that 1. her shirt and her hands reek of Steve’s blood, and 2. she’s completely alone in the waiting room. Swallowing her tears, Claudia goes over to the payphone and fishes out some coins to call the Buckely’s. Robin’s father picks up but quickly hands it over when Claudia mentions Steve.

She will never forget the choked off sound of pure distress Robin makes when she hears what’s happening.

Hours pass, Robin had arrived shortly after the call and her and Claudia have been curled up together in the waiting room every since. They haven’t called anyone else, haven’t even thought about it, too worried about Steve. Later, Claudia will remember the other kids who adore Steve, Hopper who treats Steve like a son. But in that moment, still not knowing if her boy is okay, she can’t.

Finally, a doctor steps out, clearly fresh from surgery, to speak with them. She explains that Steve had a very severe infection in multiple wounds, especially the ones on his side. They had to debride the wounds, which is what took so long. He was lucky that she found him when he did and that he hadn’t picked up any truly terrible bacteria. He hadn’t gone septic, thankfully, but he was going to be on seriously strong antibiotics for a while. She explained that he was in the ICU and they aren’t supposed to let anyone but family see him.

Claudia wanted to scream and sob and go find the Harringtons and get them to come see their son, but before she even says anything Robin explains that Steve’s parents had all but disowned him and her and Claudia were both in his emergency contacts, not his parents.

The doctor lets them see him. They have to wear face masks and gloves, but they can see him. Claudia had never seen him look so small. And there, in that ICU room, her and Robin both broke and started crying. That was how Jim Hopper found them when he arrived shortly after, the nurses having called him. He’s wearing a mask and gloves but his eyes are wild and scared. He nearly falls over when he sees Steve.

Steve is unconscious for almost two weeks, though the first four or five days or so were due to sedatives - the doctor wanted him to rest and let the antibiotics work. After he was taken off the sedatives he was moved out of the ICU, to a regular room where other people could visit. The kids came and decorated his room, even brought something Eddie had “commissioned” from Will (it looked like Steve ripping one of those creepy things from that alien movie apart, which she really didn’t get). Joyce brought him the quilt from her couch that he always enjoyed at movie nights and Robin came in every other day with his shampoo and conditioner to wash his hair for him (on days she didn’t come to wash his hair, she would come do something else with him. One day Claudia walked in on her painting his nails and her heart felt like it was melting).

The day he finally woke up was the first day Robin hadn’t been able to come. Her parents had forced her to take a break and get some sleep, so Claudia was there on her own just reading a book. She was so engrossed in it that she dropped it in shock when she heard the person on the bed in front of her make noise. Her eyes instantly went to Steve and she could see him scrunching up his face and groaning.

Claudia was by his side in a heartbeat, gently grabbing his hand and brushing a hand over his cheek, speaking softly to let him know she was there. His eyes slowly squinted open, clearly struggling to get the energy to move at all. Their eyes locked and his mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile at her. Then, as she was watching him with tears in her eyes, he opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in weeks.

“Mom….”

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, in the middle of a live-stream: Babe, look what I bought

Steve: Why do you have an ouija board? Why would you, knowing what we know about the world, buy something that opens gates to other planes of existence?

Eddie, simply: I need to have words with your father about how you take care of a nine year old.

Steve: Why don’t you ouija your own dad and ask him why you lived with your uncle?

Eddie:

Steve:

Eddie: You wanna call Wayne on the phone instead?

Steve: Yeah, Hopper too.

Steve: Throw that away first though

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

give me more fics where Eddie runs into Steve and Robin, running around after being drugged (and tortured) by the Russians at Starcourt. Steve, dopy and sweet and acting like dumbest puppy- and did i mention his face was beat in? Robin, flailing all over steve and giggling with him as they sway, more intertwined than humanly possible, eyes unfocused. and Eddie, faking calm as he tries to herd them to a bathroom and planning to kill whoever drugged his these loopy sailors that he’s been annoying all summer.

[morganski-19]

The One with the Gossip

The group is hanging out at the café, all in different conversations when Jonathan comes into the bar and flops down on the couch. Camera bag sliding off his shoulders.

“When does this place start serving alcohol?” he groans.

“In about thirty minutes,” Nancy starts, “are you ok?”

Argyle trades places with Robin, sitting next Jonathan. “That bad?”

Jonathan nods, widening his eyes. “Messiest wedding I have worked months. There were so many things and they just piled on top of each other. The amount of bridesmaids and groomsmen that had previously slept together and didn’t know about it was insane.”

Steve and Eddie turn their heads at the same time. “What now,” Eddie says intrigued.

“I love messy shit I’m not apart of,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“It was crazy,” Jonathan sits up, turning toward Steve and Eddie at the side table. “And it all started for the most stupid reason. The guys apparently had a bet when to see how many of the bridesmaids they could sleep with. And the girls didn’t know about it, and a few of them fell with their ‘charms’ and were none the wiser. Until, one of the groomsmen said who won in their speech.”

“Holy shit,” Robin says with a sip of her tea.

Eddie winces. “That is such a dick move.”

“How likely was it that they were part of those fraternities that just liked to terrorize people,” Steve asks. Having almost accidently joined one of these fraternities when he was in college.

Jonathan nods with disgust. “That only scratches the surface. The best man had won, having slept with six out of the seven bridesmaids, and he was engaged to the maid of honor.”

Everyone winces with disgust.

“Not cool, dude,” Argyle says with disappointment. “So not cool. How can people do this to other people. And think that they can get away with it.”

“Because they’re inconsiderate assholes,” Steve says at the same the same time Eddie says “They’re disgusting bags of shit.” They high five each other.

Jonathan lets out a long breath. “And I’m not done yet. It gets worse.”

“Oh my god, how,” Nancy questions.

Argyle stands. “I’ll be right back, continue without me.” He walks over to the bar and starts to talk to the barista.

“He got bonus points for sleeping with the bride. And the second-place winner, was the groom.”

“Holy shit,” everyone says in unison.

Jonathan nods with wide eyes. “And the groom got a bonus point for sleeping with his future mother in law.”

They were too stunned to speak, just letting the silence fill that moment. Argyle returns with a cup of something and places it in Jonathan’s hands.

“What did I miss?” he asks, looking at them all super confused. “Are you guys broken?”

Steve shakes his head, trying to wrap his head around what was just said. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

“And this is coming from someone who has actually slept with one of his frat bro’s moms,” Robin interjects.

“On accident. And she was his stepmom, that was much younger than his dad, well after I was in college. He doesn’t know, it’s fine.”

“Did that cause another sex ban?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs. “No, that’s when the figured out that the previous sex ban wasn’t working.”

Jonathan takes a sip of the drink Argyle gave him. “Jesus, that’s strong. Did you bribe them or something?”

“Something like that. Seriously though, what did I miss?”

“Groom slept with the future mother-in-law,” Robin fills in, Argyle winces. “What is with people?”

Jonathan shrugs. “Don’t know. But it was a big wedding that they are not getting a refund for. And I still got cake, well what was left of it.”

Eddie leans forward. “What was left of it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nods. “Speeches were right before cake, so the bride took the entire top layer and slammed it over the groom’s head. Followed by the maid of honor taking two giant handfuls and shoving it into the best man’s face. Arguments broke out and all that shit. I stayed back to help clean up.”

“Had they signed the marriage certificate yet?” Nancy asks.

Jonathan sighs. “No clue, don’t care. It’s over and I got paid. A lot. This was not a cheap wedding. Oh right,” Jonathan reaches down into his bag and grabs a takeout container, handing it to Argyle. “Saved you a piece of cake.”

Argyle takes it, opening it and starting to eat it. Nodding his head in appreciation.

The rest of the group looks at Jonathan. “Where’s our cake?” Robin asks, a little hurt.

“You don’t live with me, you don’t get cake.”

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417, @stevesbipanic, @fearieshadow, @mentallyundone, @eightpackdiaz, @au79burger @bookworm0690 , @practicallybegging, @potato-of-the-lord, @autumncrocusandladybug

[steddiealltheway]

Thinking about Steve on this Mother’s Day.

He comes home and notices a familiar van parked in his driveway, but no one is in it. It’s strangely eerie, and Steve knows that Eddie usually waits for him, but maybe he’s in his backyard.

Steve goes to his front door and tries to unlock it but notices it’s already been unlocked. Okay. Time to get the bat.

He runs back to his car and grabs the nail bat out of his trunk. Maybe Eddie’s just playing a prank on him, but he can never be too sure. He makes his way back to the front door and slowly opens it.

Oh.

There are balloons covering his place and he can hear shushes and some giggles. “Hello?” Steve asks playing along a bit. But he also wonders who all is there.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” A chorus of people shout uncoordinated as they jump out from behind things.

Steve takes a moment to take in all the kids, Eddie, and even Robin staring at him in anticipation.

Steve doesn’t know what to do except laugh. He’s close to tears as everyone approaches him and Eddie decides to turn the moment into a group hug.

“How did you get into my house?” Steve asks as he squeezed in the middle.

Dustin replies loudly over everyone else, “Eddie broke into your window! It was so cool!”

As the group hug breaks apart with a few people - Max - pretending like they’re too cool for it, Steve makes eye contact with Eddie and who looks as proud as he was when he hot wired the RV. He’ll have to lecture him again about not breaking into his house, but that will come later.

“How did you guys get out of your own Mother’s Day celebrations?” Steve asks.

“We told them that we were keeping our gifts for them at your house and had to stop here before coming back,” Dustin says excitedly.

“Hey, Dingus, that wasn’t your plan. Stop taking credit for it,” Robin says looking like she’s holding back from hitting him on the back of the head. She turns to Steve and continues, “Don’t worry, the gifts stayed at Eddie’s house before being moved to mine after careful consideration.”

“I told Joyce what we were doing,” El says looking at Will with some concern before turning back to Steve. “But she made you a cake.”

“That’s where it came from?” Mike asks. “Shit, she’s gonna tell my mom. She’s going to tell all of our moms.”

“Shit! Abort mission!” Dustin yells and runs and hugs Steve. “Bye Steve! Happy Mother’s Day!”

The other kids run out the door saying quick goodbyes to Steve. When the door closes, Steve looks back at Robin and Eddie and asks, “Did they grab the gifts for their moms?”

Eddie and Robin look at each other then rush to the front door and open it in time to see the kids raiding Eddie’s van and getting their bikes out of the bushes they were hidden in. “I’m going to say yes,” Robin says.

“Be careful!” Steve yells as they bike away somehow managing to hold their presents and biking at the same time. As El climbs on the back on Will’s bike and they take off, Steve sighs, “When do I have to tell them they’re getting too old for that?”

“When you teach El how to ride a bike, Mom,” Robin laughs and nudges Steve. “But hey, I have to head out, too,” she hugs Steve and says, “Too bad there isn’t an Aunt’s Day.”

“I’ll drive you back,” Eddie tells Robin as she salutes him and walks to his car.

Steve does his signature mom stance and looks at Eddie. “Did you plan this just so you could break into my house?”

“Hey, who said I planned this,” Eddie says with a wide grin. “But if I did, then no, that was not the sole intention of this. Plus, Dustin was the first to say we should briefly celebrate Mother’s Day with you, so it really wasn’t all me-”

Steve cuts off Eddie with a hug. “Thank you,” he whispers as Eddie squeezes him a bit tighter. When they pull away they stare at each other for a few moments.

A loud car horn interrupts their moment. “Come on love birds, I need to go!” Robin yells.

Steve curses her under his breath then smiles at Eddie. “Better head out.”

“I’ll be back after I drop her off. And hey, there’s a surprise for you in your room. Happy Mother’s Day,” Eddie says with a bright grin and walks towards his car.

“Wait!” Steve says and hesitates as Eddie turns around, “Does this mean we have to celebrate Father’s Day with you?”

Eddie laughs loudly as Robin groans. “Absolutely!” Eddie replies as his laughter dies down and he gets in the van.

Steve waves at them as they take off. Once they’re out of sight, he takes off up the stairs to his room. He opens the door and spots a pile of poorly wrapped gifts on his bed then a note that says “CAKE IS IN THE FRIDGE” with a poorly drawn smiley face on it.

Steve takes a moment to collect himself and he whispers under his breath, “You’re not going to cry about this.” He pinches his nose and smiles as his vision slightly blurs.

Even with how brief the visit was, it absolutely made Steve’s day. “Happy Mother’s Day to me,”Steve laughs as a tear escapes down his face.

He really loves his kids.

[plistommy]

Robin: I swear you’re like their mom or something. And you act like one too!

Steve: Shut up, Robin! They all have moms already. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m clearly a dude.

Robin: Oh, trust me, I know. But it doesn’t mean you can’t act like a mom, which you definitely do, dingus.

Eddie: I concur, you’re definitely the mommy of the group, Steve. Which makes me… a motherfucker?

Steve: Ew, don’t say it like that, man!

Robin: *gagging* Okay, I’m out of here!

[thornsnvultures]

steve and robin helping with the baby eddie didn't mean to leave you with.

you feel guilty that they're taking time between community college classes (robin) and nights after working all day (steve), but they won't hear it. they didn't know eddie long but he was still their friend. he saved them, saved all of them. that and steve can never say no to that baby's squishy little face.

"it's good practice," he says, shaking a bottle of formula and smiling. you imagine six or seven little steve's running around and hand him the baby.

robin doesn't know what the hell she's doing either but the way her leg bounces when she's doing her assigned reading is surprisingly good at calming a gassy baby. she doesn't mind being heralded as The Burp Queen as long as you keep paying her in home cooked meals.

your parents kicked you out when they found out. called the baby "devil spawn born in sin". they would've loved eddie's dramatic flair if their own wasn't so steeped in hatred.

wayne took you in when he found out you had no place to go. the government had him set up in a cozy little apartment in Indianapolis. nothing huge or fancy, but you had your own space and wayne was living a retired life he'd never thought he'd get to have. he's always itching to do something to feel useful. it's perfect if not for the lingering sadness. the empty feeling like your home's not really a home.

sometimes when she cries at night you lay there and cry with her. she knows something's missing too. you don't know how you'll tell her when the time comes. for now you soothe her and kiss her curly little head and hope it soothes your ache too.

[irememberhope]

Is there a fic out there when after season 4 Steve doesn't trust/react well to Joyce and Hopper? I just think that him being the oldest and real adult left in Hawkins to deal with and protect the kids would mess him up a bit.

Like, I understand Joyce left because she wanted to protect her blood children and El, but none of the other parents are read in on the situation. She left the rest of the kids after another super traumatic experience where multiple people they knew and cared about died and only Steve, Nancy, and Robin could support them. Not to knock Nancy and Robin, but the show doesn't show them supporting the kids the way Steve does, so it all ended up on his shoulders.

Add in the fact Joyce up and abandons her kids when she learns about Hopper being alive, and then even more terrible things happen, and I feel like Steve would not trust the adults anymore and truly resist ans get upset when they try to parent him or take care of *his* kids.

So I'd anyone has fic recs or wants to write one... let me know...

[dezznuggz]

The Parents of the Friend group. |Part 1

Steve Harrington × reader

~the party already knows about yours and Steve's relationship and even before you and Steve got together, they made it pretty clear that Steve is the mom and you're the dad. Plain and simple

Warning: playfully bullying Steve, mentions of season 2, mentions of the upside down, reader pronouns she/her, y/n used a couple times

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With everything that the party member went through at a young age, you and Steve always cared and protected them with any chance y'all get. With that being said, Steve made it a monthly thing to have the kids (including Robin and Eddie) sleepover for at least a night just so they can enjoy themselves young and to also ease Steve's paranoia of not knowing when another type of monster will appear out of the blue. You didn't have a problem with the idea of course mostly since you loved the kids as if they were your own kids but it gets tiring after a while, mostly when it's in your own home.

Tossing and turning in bed while hearing loud chatters in the distance. Moving around to grab a hold of Steve and hopefully cuddle back to sleep but you feel the other side of the bed empty.

Is it the 24th already?

Groggily getting out of bed still half asleep and walking to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for one hell of a day. After wearing something more appropriate and becoming wide awake, you mentally prepare yourself to walk out into the chaos. When you open the door, everything suddenly becomes clearer and louder. You see Erica and Dustin arguing about what channel to put on. Max and Robin are practically attacking Lucas for his poor taste in comics. Eddie, Mike, and Will try explaining d&d to El (who clearly is not interested). Then you see the main person that you wanted to spend your morning with, but they were clearly occupied and busy. Already heading to the kitchen to your lover to say good morning while giving a peck on the lips.

"Every month...every month, I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore" you say while looking at the hoard of people in the living room talking over each other. "I swear they're little geniuses but when it comes to being on time, they're rather late or too early and today is one of those days." Steve says while mixing a bowl of pancakes batter. "Remember you wanted this, so you can't fully blame them." You say while warming up a cup of coffee, "oh no no no, you can't partially blame me for this, don't act as if you didnt want them around either" Steve says while looking from the pancake batter then to you with a small smile. Okay maybe you also found comfort in having the kids around including Robin and Eddie, it feels more home warming but it's the mess they leave after. "Well...I'm not sure what I can say to that other than calling dibs to drop off the kids" you say frantically before leaving the kitchen and into the living room while hearing Steve trying to call you back in the kitchen.

Once you step in the living room, you weren't sure if you wanted to go back and continue the conversation that you just had with Steve or try to at least have the kids calm down and lower their voices. "Jesus I don't know how you deal with this nerd, all he does is shove facts down your throat!" Erica practically yells at you before walking away from Dustin who is hot on her tail. "Oh IM THE NERD, you practically have the whole pony lore merged in your girly little brain" Dustin yells back at Erica while also passing by you and saying a quiet good morning (which you say good morning back).

"okay well let's leave that to Steve.." you say under your breath before walking to the little closet room in yours and Steve's house to pull out blankets and more pillows already preparing for tonight and maybe for a game that will last till night out. "Hey!" Will said pretty loudly in your ear which had you flinching a little, "Oh my God, what happened, I thought you were with Eddie and Mike? Did you forget your toothbrush again? Or was it your underwear again? You know Steve doesn't really mind besides he barley knows." You ramble and ask multiple questions to Will and whispering the last part knowing that it happened once and he trusted in only telling you. "WHAT no I'm fine, everything's fine, I just wanted to help out a little you know since it's the least we can do" Will says in a soft tone. "Oh no it's okay honey... Well you know what, maybe a little help wouldn't hurt right?" You say hesitantly, knowing how Steve gets when the kids actually help around. He tends to take control but not in a mean way more of a 'just rest my child and I'll take care of you' typa way. "Okay I need you to carry this... And this, and hold this one for me please....oh can't forget Max's..." You say while stacking pillows and blankets in Will's arms which slowly starts piling up to the point that his face is no longer able to be seen.

"is that it?..." Will asks while trying to peep his head out a little just to see if there are any more blankets, "umm....no you know what that's about it, good job buddy" you say before patting Will's shoulder indicating that he should follow you. Both you and Will walk to the living room to find everyone gone then you hear a faint voice counting. "Okay that's 2,4,6,8....8?" Steve says after counting heads to make sure everyone was sat at the table ready to eat although with so much noise and talking going around he can't seem to know if he counted wrong. But just as Steve suspected, he did count wrong as 2 more people walked into the dining room. "Ah there you guys are, okay so that's 10 in total" Steve says with a relief but his cheery tone went away as he saw Will's bottom half since the other half was covered with piles of blankets and pillows. "Babe we talked about this, if you need help call me, now look what you have done to the boy, I can't even see him" Steve says dramatically. You let out a sigh as you take the pillows and blankets from Will and told him to sit down and eat, "it's fine babe he offered and I took it, it's not gonna hurt him. And besides you seemed a little busy so I didn't want to disturb you." You say trying to calm a dramatic Steve down since you always are the one to just take things with a flow while Steve is the one to control the flow.

"I'm not gonna tell you again, if you ever need help just call me over and I'll be there, okay?" Steve says while looking down at you waiting for a response, "sure." You say just to please Steve, "good, now sit down and eat before it gets cold" Steve says with a more cheery tone as he presses a kiss on your lips.

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"UNOOO!!" Eddie exclaims very loudly which caused the kids to groan since they know that Eddie's cheating but they just can't prove it. Everyone was currently sitting on the floor around the little coffee table in the middle of the living room. Everyone decided to play uno after a long argument on how we should play it due to Dustin being competitive and wanting a specific way to play like whether or not we can jump in or pair up with someone. Everyone told him that we're just gonna play uno for the fun of it with no arguments and no competition, which never happened. Steve and you ended up teaming up and showing each other y'all's cards, Erica started becoming aggressive towards Lucas who kept +4 her. "Is there a problem between you and me cause last time I checked, we're blood related and BLOOD RELATED PEOPLE DONT BETRAY EACHOTHER!" Erica screams in Lucas's face while Lucas laughs at her overreacting. "Woah okay Erica calm down, here take my +4 and you'll get him next time when we reverse." Steve says to Erica while passing the card across the table to Erica who simply denied it and said that she didn't want his pity. "Let her fuss it out babe, she'll get over it" you say while laughing a little since you were Erica's babysitter at some point of time, so you knew how long Erica's little tantrums would last.

As the game ended with Robin somehow winning and multiple arguments breaking out. We all went out separate ways as it was almost time for dinner. You and Steve both walk into the kitchen just to finally enjoy y'all's personal time (even though y'all live together). With you deciding that you don't wanna cook, and Steve not knowing what to cook, you both agreed to order Chinese food. It was cheap and the most agreeable among the party members. Pizza was always complicated for the party, Lucas liked olives while Robin was allergic, and El liked pineapple on hers which Eddie completely despised to be in sight of pineapple pizza. Everyone had their own pizza preference that was just too much to order all together but Chinese food is what got everyone to enjoy (although you weren't a fan of Chinese food but you'll eat it for the kids).

Steve finished the order for Chinese food that we will soon have to pick up but in the mean time it was just you and Steve. Steve and you. Both embracing and enjoying each other's company even when yall aren't doing anything but it just felt so comfortable and loving. You sat on the counter with your feet dangling and Steve between your thighs while looking up at you and admiring you as if you were an angel. "You ever think about having kids" Steve asks with a foolish grin across his face, "woah, a very unexpected question at the moment" you say giggling but slowly stopped when you saw Steve still waiting for an answer, "I don't know, maybe,...actually yeah but as long as it's your kids" you say also with a foolish grin which made Steve blush "you know I actually want 6 kids, I don't remember telling you that" Steve says looking deep in your eyes, "oh trust me I remember you specifically telling me how many and what their names would be" you exclaim while rolling your eyes playfully since you have indeed heard multiple times and it's not like your complaining, infact you loved the idea of Steve also seeing his future with you and you guys are only 20 years old. "Let's get married" Steve says with a straight face and you let out a laugh but stop and clear your throat when Steve still looks at you with a straight face, "you're serious? Okay umm listen Steve I love you, I really do and I don't even want to imagine a life without you but we're 20 and we both work at a minimum wage job that barley pays for rent." You say rambling a little, "but trust me when I tell you this, I wanna get married with you so bad and specifically only you but just not right now or at least where we're at right now" you try to say with a little bit of a cheery voice so you don't totally break Steve's heart, "I promise" you say while holding out your pinky Infront of Steve's pouty face, "okay but is it okay if we have kids before we get married?" Steve asks before he even locks both of y'all's pinkies together "whatever makes you happy babe" you tell Steve with a toothy grin knowing that it would cheer Steve up, he then locks both of y'all's pinkies together and gives you a very passionate kiss that caused you to let out a little giggle in the middle of it.

"oh dude, I thought Robin said no public pda" Mike exclaims with a face of disgust before walking and purposely bumping into Steve's back to get a cold water bottle from the fridge. "Dude we're trying our best to keep it private", Steve says in a very judging tone, "you know Mike, me and Steve have seen you and El kiss but you don't see us making a big scene, have you tried growing up a little?" You say to Mike cause this isn't the first time that you and Mike have had this conversation about pda. "if it requires me growing up and becoming anything like y'all, I'd rather stay young and immature" Mike says before walking off but not before steve tells him to watch his tone. "I'm pretty sure he just called us old in so many different ways" you say to Steve, "he just doesn't get it cause he doesn't know what REAL love is, all he knows is young love....and I'm not old, trust I'm never gonna look old either" Steve says before fixing his hair with a pouty face which you laugh at cause you know how dramatic Steve gets when it comes to his age and specifically his looks.

"oh stop whining, we all know that you're gonna get grey hairs by soon mostly with all the stress the kids keep giving you" Robin suddenly comes in the kitchen startling you both just a little. "Okay first of all shut up and don't jinx it, and second who was talking to you?" Steve says in a very sassy tone since his hair is "his best feature" so God forbid anything happens to it. You let out a breathy laugh as Robin kept adding more gas into the fire. "Oh what's so funny huh, you do know you're gonna end up with grey hairs too so we'll both look 50 in our 30s" Steve says which causes you to stop laughing and before you can say anything Robin practically speaks for you, "uh no she won't, cause the kids are scared of her so they always act right around her but with you Steve, oh boy do they give you hell. In fact I'm pretty sure they only listen to y/n" Robin says with a small smirk on her lips. "Oh that's so not true!" Steve says raising his voice a little to state that he completely disagrees with Robin, "yea it is, remember at Byers house during fall, when you know the whole incident happened." You say trying to get Steve to recall what exactly happened that night, "yea what about it?" Steve says still not remembering how that night has anything to do with what they were walking about.

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Fall night 1984:

You and Steve were trusted to take care of the kids. It wasn't anything new to you when it came to having full responsibility of the kids. It practically came as a free side job for you since you protected the kids without any questions asked or needed. For Steve on the other hand, his first time taking care of 5 kids at once and he felt like there was so much responsibility in his hands. He just felt the need to take full control due to the fear of not being able to know what the kids are doing 24/7 at the moment.

With Mike and Lucas arguing about Mike panicking and Dustin having Steve shove a demo-dog in ms.byers fridge it all felt hectic to you but nothing that you couldn't handle. The only calm one that was there was max due to it being her first rodeo and completely confused about the whole situation. Suddenly all the kids start making up a plan on how to help El and everyone else that's heading towards the lab that's filled with deadly creatures. While hearing this plan Steve completely shuts it down. "Yea and then we all die" Steve says making it clear that he totally disapproves of their idea, "well that's one point of view" you say in a sarcastic way, "no y/n that's not one point of view, that's a fact" Steve says with an attitude mostly since you're the other adult that's supposed to help him out but isn't even backing him up. You then raise your hands in surrender and give Steve a mocking face before going back to sweeping up glass with max. Mike then walks off with everyone following right behind him, you and Max decide to forget about the glass pieces since there're definitely way more important things to focus on.

With Mike making a master plan of setting up the underground base on fire and having Dustin,max, and Lucas add onto the idea Steve finally attempts to put his foot down. "We're staying here, ON THE BENCH, and we're waiting for the starting team to do their job, does everybody understand that" Steve says in a demanding tone, "THIS ISN'T A STUPID SPORTS GAME?!" Mike complains to Steve but Steve still stood his ground "I said does everybody understand that, I need a yes.." Steve says pointing his fingers at the kids waiting for a response. "We don't need to listen to you" Mike says still annoyed at Steve, "okay you know what, that's enough...y/n control your kids" steve finally starts talking to you but all you did was respond with crossing your arms and shrugging your shoulders as a sign that there's really not much to say. "Oh seriously you're in on this too!?" Steve exclaims in a flabbergasted tone, "I don't know what to say Steve, it sounds like a really good plan". "Yea a good plan to get us killed". "We're not gonna die okay they know what they're doing!". "Yes imma let a bunch of kids guide me into saving the world, yea sure why not jump off a cliff while I'm at it!",

you and Steve bicker back and forth till you finally give in just to calm Steve down and to get him to shut up, "alright kids you heard him, this plan just might get us killed, steve and only steve thinks its best for us to stay put here" you say in a very rude tone to show that you also dont approved of steves idea, "but-" lucas wanted to say something but went completely quiet when you gave him a look to not talk back "we understand". "fine". "Sure". "Whatever" was the only response you got from the kids as they all got up from the floor but completely halted in their steps when they heard a very loud engine outside...

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"okay that doesn't even count, they kids were getting used to me at that time so they just don't understand how scary I can get, they listen to me. I know they do it's just y'all aren't around or y'all don't remember" Steve says still trying to defend himself which causes you and Robin to laugh at Steve's attempt. "You're right that's one of the many times that the kids listened to y/n but if you want I can go on and on and on" Robin says trying to rile Steve up and laughing through her sentence, "okay you know what I think it's time for us to pick up the food" Steve says before walking into the living room filled with many people that just seem to be in their own world, "alright who wants to come with me and get the food?.." steve says loud enough for then to hear but there still was no response given to him, you weren't even sure if they heard him. "HEY! Who wants to go with Steve and pick up the food!?" You say loudly which caused everyone's attention on you and still no response but instead everyone is looking at each other to see who's willing to volunteer and go with Steve, "no one? Okay... Dustin go with Steve" you say short and simple which caused Dustin to let out a dramatic groan, "why do I gotta go, make Mike go or max go" Dustin whines to you, "no complaints now get up and get the food. NOW!?" you reply to Dustin's complaints and say the last part loudly since you didn't see him move until you raised your voice.

You then walked up to Steve giving him a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek before walking to the bathroom. Everyone goes back to their own world again and Steve still is a little mad at the fact that the kids do only listen to you and never Steve.

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Everyone's back at the dining table and there is not a single moment that's silent. Everything is everywhere. Things being passed around in front of everyone, people calling other people's attention from across the table and loud laughter filling the air. It didn't bother you at all, okay maybe a little but you also don't know how else you would prefer the kids to be.

You suddenly snap out of your little thoughts when max mentions your name. "Y/n literally wears the pants of the relationship" max tells Steve, who is still flabbergasted at the fact that the kids listen to only you, "no she doesn't, I think that me and her both are equal in our relationship, right babe" Steve then turns to you asking for your input and opinion, "max we're equal there's no one that wears the pants okay...but I do have to take the lead sometimes" you say the last part quietly but not quite enough for Steve to not hear. "Okay first of all you don't take the lead ALL the time and I wouldn't even put it as you taking the lead, more like you knowing what's better" Steve says defending himself, "oh so she does take the lead I knew it" Eddie then chimes in the conversation out of nowhere, "no she doesn't are you guys even listening to what I'm saying?!" Steve says in a frantic way since he feels as if he's being attacked.

"Wait you're telling me that throughout all the shit we've been through, y/n has always been the decision maker?!" Eddie says in a shocked tone from connecting dots in his mind, "what no of course I make decisions too, you guys act as if I don't do anything!?" Steve raises his voice slightly which causes max and Eddie to laugh out loudly which also causes everyone else's conversation to cut off and wanting to know what's so funny. "We didn't say you don't do anything, we're just saying that you mostly listen to y/n. It honestly seems as if she wears the pants in the relationship" Eddie says while still laughing, this causes others who have been listening to laugh too. "I think we all made it clear that y/n wears the pants, I mean like look at them" max says while gesturing her hands toward me and Steve which causes us to look at each other up and down.

"It's like Steve is the mom and y/n is the dad can we all make that clear" Robin says and everyone else agrees with a small response. "Wait what?" You say a little confused on how the subject can change fast but not the topic which was y'all two, you and Steve being the target and center of the conversation. "Yea I mean you guys are like an old married couple that love each other, I think that's pretty obvious right?" Lucas says that also has everyone else agreeing with him. "Steve is so strict and paranoid like a mom and y/n is so chill and a floater like a dad." Mike adds to Lucas's statement that causes Erica to butt in, "Steve yells at me for not taking my shoes off when I walk in, y/n doesn't even bat an eye about it" Erica's comment left Steve flabbergasted. This had Steve more aware of how motherly he's been acting through the past years. "So I'm the lame, no fun boring mom while y/n is the cool fun dad?!?" Steve asks as if clarification to make sure that what they're saying to him is correct. "Pretty much". "Yea honestly". "if the show fits". "Yea" was the response Steve gets from the kids, "that's so not true I can be fun. Matter in fact I'm totally fun it's just not with y'all. I'm so fun that you guys wouldn't be able to handle me." Steve rants about how fun he is just to prove that he's not a boring mom but that doesn't seem to get to the kids, "that's exactly what a mom would say" Dustin then says to stop Steve from going on and on about "how fun he is", and this time it left Steve silent, infact it left the whole table silent waiting to see what else Steve has left to say but clearly he had nothing.

The silence caused you to let out a little snort of laughter which caused everyone to look at you. Seeing Steve get terrorized by a bunch of kids was too funny to hold in that Steve himself laughed. With you and Steve laughing this caused everyone else to laugh along. Everyone then went back to their regular conversation as if nothing happened.

You then looked at Steve with a cocky grin, "I'm their favorite parent" you say while smirking at him, "don't start" Steve says while rolling his eyes playfully and chuckling.

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With everything that has happened in the last 15 hours, the party members calmly agreed to end the day off with a movie. Robin, max, Erica, and El had the couch while everyone else had the floor. The girls wanted you to be on the couch with them but you wanted to end the day with you being in Steve's arms. "Okay everyone brushed their teeth?" Steve asks before he gets himself comfortable and sitting on the floor next to you, "yes MOM" Will says in a joking way which caused Steve to let out a huff then laugh a little. "Come on guys leave him alone, lord knows how many grey hairs you're going to give him by 30" you say in a teasing tone that caused everyone to laugh. "Oooo you're lucky I love you" Steve says after turning off all the light and putting the movie on and laying next to you.

The movie goes on for a while until everyone is out cold. All the junk they ate today completely drained them out. "You know I don't mind being the mom anymore" Steve says all of a sudden, "really? Why's that?" You say a little curious about the sudden change of opinion, "it lets me know that the kids know that I care for them even if it means I'm not fun." Steve says in a low voice trying not to wake everyone up, "I think they already know that you care for them. They just say that to get a rise out of you", you say letting out a breathy laugh that you covered with your mouth. "At least they aren't scared of me" Steve says trying to make himself feel better, "well at least they think I'm fun" you reply back in an instant to Steve's remark. "At least we're viewed as their parents" Steve says looking into your eyes with a boyish grin. "You know what, you're right, at least they look up to us" you reply back to Steve before leaning in to kiss him which Steve kissed back in an instant.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!?!" Mike exclaims in a loud tone since he just caught you and Steve making out AGAIN.

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Pls don't be a silent reader and I hope u enjoyed

[infiniteentertainment]

[daddyy333]

I’ve spent like over a week writing this mom!Robin buckley x pregnant!reader oneshot cause my friend was complaining about never seeing any interpretations about Robin being a parent or wtv anyways that was supposed to be a blurb but turned into 10k+ words should I even post it or just write a diff Robin story oneshot cause lord have mercy

[ashwhowrites]

so you know how in the future scientist think that Lesbians might be able to get a baby? Yeah can we do that with Robin pls? I wanna see how she’d be like as a mom

I'm going to do this as a headcanon, I hope that is alright

When Y/N first told Robin she wanted a child together, Robin panicked

She gulped and went silent...and Robin being silent scared Y/n to her core

Robin admitted she was scared of the idea and needed time to adjust to the idea

So she spent all her free time reading blogs online on how to be a mom and what it is like

A big thing was imagining your partner as a parent

Robin thought long and hard about Y/N being a mom, and Robin fell in love with the idea

She wanted to have breakfast together with a baby at the table, go to the park, take family photos, and have another version of Y/N to love

Once she said yes, the task to get Y/N pregnant began

Robin adored the pregnancy

The vision of Y/N with a bump and carrying their baby made Robin fall even more in love

Then their baby was born

A girl

Robin got even more excited. She believed she could be a great girl mom

And she was

Robin became a very involved mom

She went to every sports event

Cheering loudly from the sidelines

Getting in a few fights with other parents who didn't like her comments about their children

That is when Y/N steps in and apologies for Robin's sarcastic manners

Robin believes everyone is jealous that her daughter is the best

Bake sale at a school event? Robin volunteered herself and her wife

Which meant Y/N did the baking while Robin watched

Daddy-daughter dance? Robin stepped in and took the role

Robin didn't allow anyone to babysit...at first

Until Y/N begs for a date night and Robin can't say no to her wife

So Robin allows Steve and Steve only

But she spends half of date night texting and calling Steve as she panics about her daughter

No matter how old her daughter got- their bond was always strong

[morganbritton132]

Eddie starts a live stream by sticking his head into the living room where Steve is looking for something to watch on Netflix like, “Do you want to go on an adventure with me?”

Steve is reluctant to go because Eddie won’t give him any details about it but ultimately gives in because well, it’s Eddie. His reservations return when he gets in the car and Robin is sitting in the backseat, and when he asks about it Eddie just says that she’s there for ‘damage control.’

Like, “What the hell does that mean? She’s not calming and have you seen her walk? She is the damage.”

“Hey!”

“Rob, I love you but that’s true. She’s here for emotional support.”

“What does that mean?!”

Eddie tells Steve to trust him and Steve gives in because well, again. It’s Eddie.

Steve would accompany Eddie to Mount Sauron, or whatever, any day of the week. So he puts his seatbelt on and gears up the playlist they made for when it’s the three of them in the car, and they drive.

Eddie explains to Steve and to his live-stream that he’s doing an impromptu meet-and-greet at a mystery location. He’ll drop some hints over to the course of the drive and if it’s your area and you can figure it out, come out and meet him.

Steve thinks that’s actually a pretty cool idea and thinks it’s great that Eddie is interacting with his fans again after all the death-threat drama. He pokes Eddie in the arm and tells him, “That’s really cool, babe.”

Eddie flashes him a grin that doesn’t quite gel with the nervous tapping of his fingers, but that thought slips from Steve’s mind when Robin punches him in the arm and points, “Look, cows.”

Steve smiles, “I’m naming that one Kirby.”

“It looks more like a Janine.”

Other highlights of the road trip live stream include the three of them absentmindedly singing along to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, the three of them singing passionately to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, rest-stop stopping so Ozzy can get out and run around for a bit, and Steve outlawing Punch Buggy after Robin and Eddie punched him in the arm three times in a row.

The whole time Eddie keeps dropping vague little hints like ‘taking it back to where it all begins’ and ‘we’re treading old territory’ and Steve initially thinks that they’re heading to the bar in Indianapolis where Corroded Coffin was discovered. So maybe he didn’t really pay attention to the rest of Eddie’s clues or maybe he’s really bad at connecting the dots because he feels winded when they come upon the Welcome to Hawkins sign.

He feels increasingly more winded when they turn down streets that have changed a lot but feel the same. He doesn’t notice how the car went quite or how Eddie keeps sneaking glances at him, just the streets they’re taking. Every turn they take that he’d taken a hundred times before.

“Eddie,” Steve breaths out like he’s just taped the pieces to a treasure map together and discovered ‘X’ was home all along. He inhales in time with the click of the blinker as they turn onto Loch Nora, “What’s going on?”

Eddie doesn’t actually answer that question until after they’re parked outside of Steve’s childhood home. He doesn’t answer until after he gets out of the car and circles the other side, and he holds Steve in his arms.

He says, “You told me that you will never work through this thing with your mom until you understand why she’s like this. If she won’t come to you, babe, then you gotta go to her. You gotta do this to get peace.”

Steve is always shaking his head no because he can’t. He can’t just walk up to her door after twenty years and asks her for an explanation. He doesn’t even know how he’d – he doesn’t –

Eddie tilts Steve’s head up until they’re eye to eye and he tells him like he can hear all those half-formed questions in his head, “You are Steve fucking Harrington, baby. You fight monsters and you save the world, and you are brave beyond words. There are worst things out there than this, so you got this. You can do this.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” Eddie continues. “But it has never been easy, and… This is it, babe. This is the last battle you got to fight and then we leave it all behind. I’m sorry I tricked you, but you wouldn’t have come if I told you.”

Steve takes a deep breath and then another, and maybe a third. He shakes the nerves out of his fingers and he hugs Eddie as tight as he can without hurting him, and he says because he knows he’ll mean it later, “Thank you.”

“Take Oz with you,” Eddie tells him and kisses him in broad daylight like he was never able to do on this street. He tells Steve that his meet-and-greet is at high school, and that Robin’s going to stay here with the car, that they’re going to Hopper and Joyce’s after, “If you need anything, call me immediately.”

Eddie stays with Robin to watch Steve walk up to the door and knock. He doesn’t move an inch until the door is answered, and then he smiles at Robin, “That went better than expected, right?”

Robin asks, “Did you end your live stream?”

“Shit.” 

[lukas-dusk]

Steve : I think i should adopt another kids.

Robin : No.

Steve : Why not?

Robin : Because by "kid", you mean traumatized teenagers, with who you were with was in life-or-death situations, and you already have 5 of them.

Steve holding up Will and El : 7!

[robthegoodfellow]

I'm Glad My Dad Died

mungrove | slightly expanded version of fic written for @strangerthingscharityzine | ao3

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Billy had a secret: he was glad his dad was dead. So glad that even when his mom sold their house in Ocean Beach and moved them to Hawkins, Indiana, uprooting him from his friends and the sea and everything Billy loved, he still wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Given the options—California, dad alive; or Indiana, dad dead—he’d pick the second every time.

He would, even though Hawkins was its own hell. Learned the hard way that among prepubescent country bumpkins, embroidered roses on your shirt and hair like Shirley Temple bought you a one-way ticket to Loserville.

It was the fall of 1979. Disco was dying and former flower children were gearing up to vote for Reagan. Kumbaya over, time to make America great again.

So, yeah—sixth grade sucked, but stuff at home was world’s better. They were living with Aunt Doris—because San Diego was too expensive, his mom said, and wouldn’t it be nice to get a fresh start?

Mom was really into the whole fresh start thing—which Billy suspected was fueled by guilt and determination to be the kind of mother she hadn’t been before. And… he appreciated that. He did.

But—he wished she would stop? Put down the pen, step away from the extracurricular sign-up sheets.

Because if the outfit put a target on his back, swim team aimed the bow, and band fired the arrow. 

You’ll miss the water, honey. And you love music! 

She wasn’t wrong. He did love those things—but not enough to willingly wear a Speedo in public or blunder through some Beethoven on the flute. Also in public.

Oh—why the flute? Because she’d fed him a steady diet of hippie tunes from the cradle and knew how much he dug Jethro Tull. Perfectly reasonable explanation—his peers would definitely understand.

Here lies Billy Hargrove, innocent victim of social homicide. 

The bullying was relentless, but Billy figured he could take it. No middle school bully could come close to the one he’d lived with all his life. 

You know, the one he was glad was dead.

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Billy hadn’t wanted to attend the talent show, but Mom insisted it was important to support his friends. By which she meant her friends—women she’d been palling around with who had kids in said show.

Kids she’d been aggressively arranging playdates with like Billy was five. 

Patrick’s talent was making twenty free-throw shots in a row. Robin’s was singing “This Land is Your Land” in four different languages. His mom and Mrs. Buckley had laughed about keeping the less than patriotic lyrics, assuming the Spanish rendition would fly over people’s heads.

Billy felt bad even thinking it, but he did wonder if his mom pushing these particular friends at him was part of her fresh start campaign.

Pat was black. Robin was a girl. And his dad had a habit of muttering snide remarks about anyone who wasn’t a WASP packing a sizable stinger—who wasn’t a clone of Neil Hargrove, basically.

And look, Pat and Robin were—fine. But he knew and they knew that they were only hanging out because their moms wanted them to, which was awkward as hell. Made his palms sweat whenever they were together or whenever they said hi at school despite him being a fairy freak according to kids whose opinions mattered. 

They were nice, but it felt like pity. Embarrassing in a way that made him shrivel up inside.

So he wasn’t in the best mood, slumped in the auditorium between his mother and Doris, praying no one pelted him with shit from behind. Mom felt crappy enough about all those years with Neil—Billy didn’t need her kicking herself for scooping him out of the fire and into a frying pan.

Pat set a record—28 in a row—and Billy clapped. Robin sang her song wearing a daisy crown, and Billy clapped. Dully, he watched as stagehands set up the next act, hauling out a drum kit.

Gareth, this shrimpy sixth grader, sat at the drums. Then an eighth grader came out, followed by a couple kids in seventh, the former bearing an electric guitar, one of the latter a bass. The guitarist waved, leaned into the mic—skinny guy with a buzzcut, eyes big and dark as an alien. 

We are Corroded Coffin—paused as a contingent of the audience went nuts—and this song is called Paranoid.

In the next row, a kid whispered, excited: Think they’ll make Coleman pull the plug again?

Gareth banged his drumsticks, counting them off. 

The opening riffs were like nothing Billy had heard before—this grind of chords that rattled teeth, thrummed in the chest. He straightened, compelled forward, a fishing line hooked deep.

Buzzcut was bent over the strings so low that all you could see was the top of his head, a fuzzy cue ball. Then Gareth kicked in, and the front man wailed the first verse, this nasal staccato, sort of speak-singing.

Billy scrambled to decipher the rapidfire—caught bits of the first verses. Then the bridge begged for help, and the rest landed loud and clear.

I need someone to show me The things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make       true happiness I must be blind

The words were meant for him—just for Billy. It’s me. The guitarist leapt, plunged into a driving solo. The song’s about me.

Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me is so unreal

Helpless, Billy turned to his mom, who grinned, whispering they’re great, aren’t they? He could only nod, swinging back to the guitarist, riveted until the final blaring note.

For Christmas, Billy unwrapped the smallest package under the tree—a cassette. It was all he’d asked for: Black Sabbath’s greatest hits album.

Because that night of the talent show, he sold his soul for rock n’ roll.

More specifically, for heavy metal.

More secretly, for the boy with the big brown eyes.

Eddie, he’d found out at school the next day, gossip overheard at lunch. The boy was Eddie.

Eddie Munson.

And whenever Billy caught a glimpse of him, the rest of that year, he thrummed like an electric guitar.

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Unfortunately, his passion for headbanging and powerchords did not meaningfully improve the remainder of middle school, and by the time he walked the stage at eighth grade graduation, Billy resolved to make a change—give himself a fresh start on his terms.

First, he mowed endless lawns and bought a new wardrobe: bootcut jeans with matching boots, which lent him some height and a certain swagger; button downs in dark colors worn open to his sternum and white tees like the crew from Outsiders; a bitchin’ leather jacket.

His hair had progressed from Shirley Temple to Farrah Fawcett, so he trotted to the barber for a Bon Jovi bi-level. Almost chickened out at the mall when he got his ear pierced, but loved the way the earring swung from his left lobe… though the right would’ve been more accurate. 

He quit band and swim. Thought maybe he’d try basketball instead, and enlisted Pat to help him practice.

They were actual buddies by then.

Lastly, he took up smoking. Marlboro Reds, because they were badass. Soldiered through the pack all summer, suppressing a gag on every pull till he was puffing like a chimney.

August before ninth grade, Pat’s brother let them tag along to a party at the quarry; if Billy got in good with upperclassmen, it could pave the way to social acceptance—maybe even… popularity?

Total pipe dream, but then… it worked.

That night was one for the record books: first time smoking dope, shot-gunning a beer… first time a girl went down on him.

First time he’d seen Eddie in two years. Wouldn’t even have recognized him, except the eyes hadn’t changed. Eddie was a junior and looked it: taller, wild dark hair to his shoulders, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He made a brief appearance and vanished—there to sell some supply, not socialize.

Billy wished he’d stayed. Admitted then what he was most excited about for high school: the chance to see Eddie Munson again.

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Ironically, the object of Billy’s obsession had suffered a fall from grace in the transition to the big leagues: swirling rumors swore he was a Satan-worshiping anarchist and a burnout to boot. A weirdo who played geeky games with his loser friends.

Except—unlike Billy, Eddie didn’t give a fuck. While Billy strutted around vaguely unsettled, ill at ease with his costume, this immersive performance for the foreseeable future, Eddie had unveiled his freak flag—reveled in it, let it fly.

Regret gnawed at him, grew in Billy’s gut—knew if he were a little braver, he could trash this cool kid stuff and… 

End of Eddie’s senior year, Billy was sick at heart. Knew he’d missed his shot.

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So imagine his confusion, surprise—his hidden euphoric delight—when Billy spotted that dark mop atop a wiry frame loping across the parking lot on the first day of eleventh grade.

Eddie should have graduated, but for whatever reason… hadn’t.

Thus, a new resolution: seize this chance. Be Eddie’s friend.

By second semester, Billy had worked his way up to casual chit chat and also, incidentally, was a raging pothead—so much so that his mother was worried, and she had spent the 60s stoned out of her gourd.

Let him experiment, Doris advised, winking at Billy over dinner. His grades are fine. What’s the harm?

The following evening, Doris showed him her special cookies stashed in the freezer, cautioning him to only ever take one bite and be patient. Billy asked if he could give one to his friend.

Top tier moment, right up there with Dad dying. Eddie’s eyes lit up all starry, demanded Billy come hang so they could make like Keebler—try the old elfin magic—and Billy was blessed to learn that Loaded Eddie = Handsy Eddie.

Blessed and cursed, because Eddie learned that Blazed Billy = Honest Billy. Tell me a secret, Eddie said, tickling. Tell me a secret.

Nothing happened. Eddie was just… affectionate. Bit of a snuggler. Who now knew he was the reason Billy was such a metalhead. 

And that Billy was glad—about his dad.

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Eddie was held back again, and suddenly math and history were Billy’s favorite classes because Eddie sat next to him in the back row. Seemed to do decently with Billy there egging him on.

Thus, his final resolution: graduate with Eddie. Drag him across the finish line if necessary. Billy held study sessions he didn’t need at the library after school, invited Eddie to join—and Eddie did.

Eddie invited Billy to come see his band play at a local bar on Tuesdays—and Billy did.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said one weekend, when they were sharing a bowl, and Billy snorted, gazed into bloodshot eyes. Glad you got held back. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing this. Eddie smirked, soft. Getting high? Billy laughed. Hanging out.

Billy turned eighteen that March, and the Buckleys and McKinneys came over to celebrate, as usual. Unusual was the doorbell as they were about to eat, Eddie and Wayne trooping in, sorry for being late.

Robin picked up on something that night—cornered him in the bathroom. Are you and Eddie…? Billy went tight, and she rushed to reassure. It’s okay if you are. I am, too. So Billy breathed, calmed. I am. I dunno if he is. Robin arched her brow. From where I’m sitting, odds are good.

Billy spent weeks yanking hope by the roots.

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Come May, they walked in green cap and gown—hugged in the milling crowd, Eddie cackling wet in his ear, a clinging koala. Didn’t think I could do it.

Billy brought him along to Robin’s graduation party. In the backyard, her old childhood treehouse beckoned, and they heeded the call.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said, sitting back against mossy boards. They weren’t even high. He flicked Billy’s earring—set his heart swinging. That should be on the other side, Billy said, and stared until Eddie flushed red, understood. I got a secret, he said, and Billy didn’t dare to know but did. 

Eddie said it: I’ve wanted to kiss you all year.

A click as Billy swallowed, bone dry. Then do it.

And Eddie did.

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