#modern!robin buckley
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Date: water park with Robin:
She's having a hard time functioning with you in your swimwear. Smelling of gentle sunscreen and flavored chapstick. You often catch her just quietly biting her lip and not so slyly checking you out.
You just blatantly checking her out right back and her tossing you a wink before striking poses for you. Earning herself many heated kisses.
Robin in painstaking reminding you of all safety tips when it comes to water or slippery surfaces. "Those sandals don't have much tread on them, be careful." or she's reminding you to stay hydrated as you walk around under the sun.
She's got her arm over your shoulders while you wander about the park. Giving you cheek loving nuzzles.
🤭 playing chicken/camel fight in the pool! Either you're on her shoulders or she's on yours. It turns into a giant splash war and you two aim to win.
You find a quiet spot near the aquarium to gaze at the marine life. It's quiet and you're cuddled against her. Robin will draw you into a kiss, under the rippling reflection of sunlight through the water.
A curious sea creature swims up and starts trying to get your attention from the other side of the glass. You and robin play with it by turning in circles, which it mimics.
Buying a large shell and listening to the sounds of the ocean together.
At the aquatic petting zoo you two freak out about touching the sea cucumbers.
Playing footsie while cruising down the lazy river. She can't stop giggling. "Do you have to be so cute all the time?" she laughs. "That doesn't mean stop - just so you know."
She makes a small soft groan as you're rubbing more sunscreen onto her back, she's absolutely loving the slight massage and keeps asking for 2 more minutes.
Matching bracelets from the merch shop! But as you're browsing, Robin's wandered off. She returns to you and asks you to close your eyes. You do as she asks, and feel her clasping a necklace around your neck. She leaves a gentle kiss to your collarbone and tells you to open your eyes. A mirror in the shop reveals it's a necklace you'd eyeballed as soon as you walked in the store. But would have felt guilty purchasing for yourself.
On the rushing rapids ride, Robin has you sit on her lap in the small raft. Her arms hold you tight to stop you from falling as you brave the wild ride together. Her laughter echoes in your ears.
Having people take pictures of you two snuggled just in front of the artificial water fall.
Robin calling you her little mermaid, as she rests on the edge of the pool while you swim up to her. Playfully splashing water at her to help keep her cool.
You enjoy a relaxing lunch at the juice bar, you two munch on some refreshing fruit and share a vividly colorful slushie. The waiter brought you two cute heart shaped twisty straws that they had left over from Valentine's Day.
Laying on beach towels on a simulated beach, your curled up neck to Robin as she caresses your hip, and you both are nearly falling asleep after using up so much energy. Robin talks endlessly in hopes of keeping you both awake, but you find she's making everything twice as soothing by doing so.
Near the end of your day together, you two run into a fun couple and hang out with them. They offer to snap a bunch of pictures for you if you do the same for them and you agree. Running about the water park, taking as many as you can manage, with each of your cameras.
After heading home the next day, Robin surprises you with a scrapbook of all the photos and clippings of beachy or sea themed pictures, she spent all night working on. It's scatter with little inner thoughts she had about that date inside.
Little notes such as: "she took my breath away in the shimmer of the water" or "I will remember this for the rest of my life" or "her smile out matched the sun." and "It was so crowded, but all I saw was you."
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modern!mom!Robin x pregnant!reader
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
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 :)
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Modern!Steve Harrington’s guilty pleasure is Taylor Swift. He tries to act all cool but on their 15 minute break at work him and Robin are doing the Bejeweled strut
#modern!steve harrington#modern!Robin Buckley#modern au#stranger things 4#strangerthings#st4 volume 2#stranger things 4 volume 2#stranger things#stranger things vol 2#stranger things volume 2#fluff#Steve harrington#Steve harrington hc#Steve harrington headcannon#robin buckley#Robin Buckley hc#Robin Buckley headcannon#stranger things headcannon#stranger things hc#Taylor swift
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I’m sorry but you can’t tell me this isn’t LITERALLY Eddie.
Like Modern!AU and it’s Robs behind the camera in the middle of the new Target in Hawkins. They’re going to visit bother Steve (he’s the assistant manager) because they have the day off, so shenanigans ensue obvi.
#eddie munson#Robin Buckley#Steve Harrington#modern!au#modern!eddie Munson#modern!steve Harrington#modern!Robin Buckley
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Modern Steddie AU
“Oh she’s cute.” Robin points over to a table near the bar.
Steve follows her finger and the blonde in the pink pleated skirt is, in fact, very cute. “You should go talk to her.”
Robin gives him a look, “Literally everything about her screams ‘straight’ so no thanks,” she takes a sip of her cocktail, “Don’t feel like getting humiliated today.”
Steve rolls his eyes, “I doubt she’d humiliate you but suit yourself.” He stands and fluffs up his hair a little, “If you won’t, I sure as hell will.”
Before his friend can protest, Steve’s strutting over to the girl’s table. She looks up at him when he stops and leans slightly against the chair opposite from hers.
“Hi!” she greets before he can say anything. Her whole face lights up as she smiles. She’s definitely cute, but not exactly what Steve had in mind for the night.
“Hey,” Steve flashes his own smile, “I was just telling my friend how cute you are and wanted to know if I could maybe buy you a drink?”
Her face goes pink, but her smile falters slightly and a small frown forms. “Oh that’s so nice of you, but I’m actually a lesbian,” she seems genuinely upset at having to break this news to him. “I’m really sorry, you seem lovely.”
Steve’s eyes widen slightly, but his smile remains, “Oh, god, sorry I should have asked,” he laughs, “That’s totally my bad.”
She shakes her head and leans forward in her seat, “Not at all, sweetheart!” there’s a slight southern accent slipping through and her smile is back. “You couldn’t have known, I know I don’t exactly look the part.”
“Well, since I’m already here,” Steve smirks, glancing over his shoulder to where he can see Robin watching the scene unfold. Her eyes snap away once she realizes he’s looking at her. “My friend over there is single and also extremely gay.”
Chrissy looks over and her smile turns coy, “Now she’s cute,” her eyes snap back to Steve. “She’s the one who told you to come over?”
“The opposite, actually. She thought you were straight so, I came over instead.” Steve explains.
Chrissy nods, glances over her shoulder and then stands. “Well, I’ll just have to go over there then.”
Steve smiles, “I’m Steve, by the way.”
“Chrissy.” The blonde extends her hand and Steve shakes it. “Thank you for letting me know the girl I’ve been eyeing is queer.”
Steve gives her a two-finger salute and goes to walk away, but she grabs his wrist to stop him.
“Do you like men, by any chance?” Chrissy asks, her smile alluding to something.
“Is it that obvious?” Steve laughs.
She gives him a once-over, “The tight shirt sort of gave you away.”
“Fair enough. Why do you ask?”
Chrissy points over to a curly-haired guy covered in tattoos, who’s ordering at the bar, “You should go talk to my friend, Eddie, he’s been blabbing about the hot jock in the polo since you walked in.”
Steve swallows, he’d seen the guy when they walked in, but hadn’t allowed himself to look. He was the kind of hot and scary Steve usually avoided due to their usual disdain for preppy guys like Steve. But surely if he kept Chrissy around, he couldn’t be all bad.
“I don’t exactly seem like his type.” Steve points out, giving Chrissy a nervous glance.
She laughs, “Oh please, pretty boy with big eyes and a great body? You’re everyone’s type.”
“Not yours.”
“Trust me honey, if you were a masc lesbian I’d be all over you right about now.” Chrissy winks and Steve can feel his face heating up.
“I don’t want to bother him…”
Chrissy rolls her eyes, “Just use the same line you used on me, he doesn’t bite.” she pauses, “Unless you ask really nicely.”
Yeah she isn’t exactly easing his nerves with these little jabs.
“He looks like he carries a knife.” Steve’s just stalling at this point.
“I know he seems kinda mean and scary, but he’s really just a big ol’ softie, trust me,” she pats his shoulder, picks up her drink and starts walking towards Robin, “Now I’ve got a pretty lady to talk to, so get! Go make a move on the scary metalhead, Steve!”
Steve watches her go, his amusement growing at the sight of Robin’s panic when Chrissy plops down at their table.
Mustering up the courage to walk to the bar, he turns but immediately bumps into someone. The person manages to steady their drink and somehow prevent Steve from falling on his ass, grabbing him around the waist.
“Shit sorry!” Steve finds his footing, only to nearly lose it again when he looks up to find his face a few inches away from the aforementioned friend of Chrissy’s.
Eddie smiles, squeezes Steve’s waist once before releasing him, “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart.”
Steve’s face must have been bloodshot at that point. Two people had called him sweetheart within the span of a few minutes. At this rate his brain was going to malfunction entirely.
Eddie studies him for a second, his eyes twinkling, before looking over to the now unoccupied table. He frowns, looking around the bar.
“She’s over there.” Steve points to where the two girls are deep in conversation.
Eddie’s eyes look from Steve to Chrissy and back again. “Were you heading back there?”
“Uh, no, actually,” Steve clears his throat. Why was it so hot all of the sudden? “I was told to go talk to the scary metalhead?”
Eddie’s grin returned, showing off his dimples. Steve was allowing himself to stare at the man now, and god was he stunning.
“Scary? That’s rich coming from the girl who literally carries a knife with her.” Eddie sits down at the table and looks at Steve expectantly, “I don’t bite,” he gestures for him to sit, so he does.
“Apparently you do if I ask nicely,” Steve says, then feels his face heat up again when he hears what he said.
Eddie laughs, loud and beautiful, “God, she really knows how to play wingman, huh?”
#this is just a little experiment#had this idea at 3am#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#buckingham#steddie au#modern steddie au
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au where Steve is a famous Disney kid and Eddie is a teenaged singer-songwriter. They get pushed together at events because they're close in age, but they just quietly dislike each other.
Steve's got a new show starting, a spinoff of the one that made him a household name. They hire a newcomer, Robin Buckley, to play his best friend and the two quickly become BFF in real life.
The show runs for two seasons but when it comes time to renegotiate contracts, neither star is interested. They're older now, ready to live life on their terms and not the company's, or in Steve's case, his parents.
As soon as the finale airs, Robin and Steve celebrate by going to a gay club. A few weeks later, an interview is released where Steve comes out as bi and talks about how his parents mistreated him; how they worked with the network to pressure him to be a perfect "all-American" kid even off screen.
Meanwhile, Eddie's an impossible level of famous. He's had number-one hits, won a Grammy, headlined an arena tour, achieved every dream he had for himself as a kid growing up in a trailer park in Indiana. He's not shocked by the news that Steve is leaving Hollywood, but he's flabbergasted that the guy isn't straight. When Eddie reads the interview, he gets this weird pang in his chest, almost like regret. But he never even liked Steve.
Steve isn't in the news again and Eddie doesn't think of him for a long time.
Steve goes to college. He loves it. Not because he's great in his classes, or anything, but because he's free to be himself for the first time. He makes friends and goes to parties and relaxes. He and Robin share an apartment.
After a few semesters, Steve decides to take a couple of theater classes, and is quickly cast in campus productions. In the vague anonymity of college theater he rediscovers his love of acting. No one has expectations of him, no one forces him to perform. He graduates and slowly starts appearing in small roles in Indie films, gathering critical acclaim. He feels good. Happy. Hopeful.
Eddie is blissfully unaware of Steve's career resurgence, experiencing his own musical highpoints, until the day where he's scrolling Twitter, sees a Variety headline that's getting a bunch of attention, "Steve Harrington in talks to star in Max Mayfield's first film." Eddie's livid.
"Maxine, what the fuck?" He growls when she answers his call.
They grew up together in the same Indiana trailer park. When she moved to Hollywood to start a career as a screenwriter, Eddie was by her side. And when her first script wound up on the Black List, his involvement on the soundtrack and original songs sealed her production deal.
She gives a long suffering sigh. "Munson," she grumbles. "I know you have a weird history with this guy, but I swear he's the right choice."
"He's a stuck up rich boy who's never been in trouble in his life."
"He's changed."
"Doubtful," Eddie sneers.
"Look. I'll set-up a meeting. Come hang out and you'll see what I mean." Before she hangs up she adds, "Call me Maxine again and I'll end you."
They invite Harrington to Eddie's recording studio. His hopes are not high for this meeting, so he's already a little thrown when Steve Harrington walks in, all grown up. He's in a crimson sweater, tight jeans, hair grown long so that it flops around his face in tousled waves that actually look genuine, windswept and golden. Eddie's eyes instinctively trace the scatter of moles on Harrington's face and neck, a pang of something hitting deep in his gut. Fuck, this dude is beautiful.
"Harrington," he greets, sticks out his hand. Eddie barely hears the answering, "Munson," because instead of a handshake, Harrington pulls Eddie in for a hug. Muscles bunch under the sleeves of the sweater, against Eddie's chest, and he's assaulted by the scent of cedar and sunshine and Steve. Eddie's not prepared for any of this.
They make small talk, Harrington sharing about going to college, falling in love with theater, Robin Buckley who he calls his soulmate. Eddie's head rings with how wrong he was about this guy; the pretty kid he grew up alongside who seemed to have the world in his hands. Max was right, he's perfect. Except.
"Let's get down to it, Harrington," Eddie says. Can't bring himself to call him Steve yet, feels that will somehow change everything and he's not ready. "I'll admit that Mayfield had the right idea about you, but can you sing? Play guitar? You have to perform my music, dude. That's not a small ask."
Harrington smirks, asks for a guitar. He gets it settled across his lap before he speaks. "I started taking piano lessons when I was 4. Voice and guitar at 7."
Eddie belatedly recalls that Harrington's parents were the worst kind of stage-parents, pushing their cute kid to perform even as he sobbed about wanting to play soccer with his friends instead of going to auditions. He has a moment of shame that he forgets as the other man begins to play. It's one of Eddie's biggest hits, a ballad about a teenaged broken heart from a kid whose name he can't even remember.
Harrington's hair flops in a swoop over his forehead, his fingers move across the strings with ease, skill. His voice is a rasp, close mimic to Eddie's own, but not quite deep enough. Goosebumps spread across Eddie's arms, his neck, and warmth pools low in his gut.
Steve finishes the song, looks up, cheeks glowing pink, honey eyes bright. Eddie's fucking gone for this guy. He wants so badly he might choke on it.
"Good?" Steve asks.
Eddie's embarrassed suddenly. Unsure. He tugs at his hair. "Yeah," he laughs. "Good."
He reaches out to take the guitar, the one Steve's already handing to him, and their hands brush. Eddie flushes. Their eyes meet and Steve smiles. Eddie's thoughts are consumed with the desire to kiss his plush pink mouth.
"You wanna get dinner? Just you and me?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, Steve," he laughs. "I'd love to."
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Fifteen Months Later
"Former Teen Heartthrobs Make Love Connection?"
Fans of musician Eddie Munson and former child star, Steve Harrington, were in for the surprise of their lives last night as the men arrived together for the premier of Harrington's new movie, Small Town Sins, written by up-and-coming screenwriter Max Mayfield, featuring original music by Munson. While Harrington's performance and the movie itself are garnering quite a bit of positive buzz, it's being overshadowed by gossip about Harrington and Munson's budding romance. They walked the red carpet together, pausing for photos as a duo, holding hands and flirting. When asked for confirmation of their relationship, Munson answered, 'we're bros,' before winking and pulling Harrington close.
There's a TikTok video embedded below the article, showing the men being interviewed on the red carpet. Their arms are loosely around each others' waists, and when their eyes meet they catch and hang for a beat.
"So, longtime fans of both of yours are going feral online right now because of the rumors that you two used to hate each other. Is there any truth to that?" An off-camera voice asks.
The men laugh. "We've always been great friends," Eddie answers.
"Eddie thought I was stuck up," Steve giggles.
"I did not." Eddie slaps at Steve, who gives him an affectionate smile.
"Liar," Steve answers.
Eddie leans into the camera like he's telling a secret. "Harrington here was afraid of me."
"Fuck off, I was not." They wrestle around for a couple of seconds.
Steve shrugs Eddie off, straightening his suit jacket. "Okay, maybe I was a little intimidated back then, but then this morning you found a pretty rock and cried about it."
Eddie shrieks, swatting at Steve until someone in a black suit and name tag shoos them down the red carpet.
Eddie walks off first, so he misses Steve withdrawing a hand from his pocket and saying, "Still have the rock, though." He flashes the red, grey, blue striped stone at the camera.
His gaze drifts away, landing somewhere in the distance, hazel eyes soft and heart-wrenchingly fond.
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eddie’s favorite story to tell about steve? the time he heard the first two notes of apple bottom jeans at a club and whipped around so fast to try and find robin that he pulled a muscle in his neck
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The One with Shaved Legs
Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment, planning on asking if can borrow a charge since Nancy has banned him from borrowing hers. But instead, he’s stood there staring at them with a hand on the door handle.
“Oh, hey Eddie,” Steve waves a greet as if what’s happening is completely normal.
“If you’re going to ask for a charger, the answer is no. Nancy already told me you’re blacklisted.”
Eddie opens his mouth to say something, closing it and reopening it a few times. “I’m sorry, what are you doing?”
What they are doing, in question, has Steve with his leg on a chair, wearing the shortest shorts known to man, with shaving cream rubbed all over his leg. Robin is standing next to him with a razor, delicately shaving the hair off.
“Yeah that. Robin’s shaving my leg,” Steve rolls his eyes.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, finally able to step into the apartment. “But why?”
Robin stand upright, rising the razor off in a bowl and glaring at Steve. “Do you want to tell him why or should I?”
“I didn’t know, ok I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?”
“Did he not show up to parent teacher conference?”
“Fuck he did, I forgot.” Steve runs his hands over his face, mortified.
Eddie clears his throat. “Explanation, please. Clue in the person not connected to your weird twin telepathy thing that you have.”
“Steve’s on a sex ban,” Robin informs. “He slept with one of his student’s parents, again.”
“Divorced,” Steve clarified, “I knew that much. And he was very hot, could you blame me?”
“Yes, always.”
“How hot?” Eddie asks.
Steve reaches for his phone on the counter and almost falls over in the process, swiping through his phone to pull up the guys dating profile.
Eddie takes it and stares at it. “Yeah, very hot. Not for me, but I can see why you went for it.”
“Thank you.”
Nancy walks into the apartment. “Oh, there you are Eddie.” She takes one look at what’s happening and immediately gives Steve a deadpanned look. “Sex ban again, seriously, Steve.”
And because the timing couldn’t be more perfect, Jonathan and Argyle show up and walk into the apartment unphased.
“I forgot, ok. I wouldn’t have slept with the guy if I knew.”
“Parent again?” Jonathan asks while already knowing the answer.
“Wait, how many times has this happened?”
“Too many,” Nancy says annoyed. “The first time was in college when he slept with the TA to get a better grade.”
“That was not why, it was not grade motivated,” Steve depends.
Nancy rolls her eyes. “Either way, he got a weird grade boost so we invented the sex ban.”
“It happens like once every year or so,” Jonathan fills in.
Eddie crosses his arm, still confused. “How exactly is this a sex ban?”
“We only shave one leg,” Robin explains.
“Yeah, shaving both would do nothing, now I get so disgusted by the feeling of my legs rubbing together that I won’t want to sleep with anyone. I can do with both having hair, or both shaved, just not one with both.”
“Oh, yeah that makes sense.”
“I shave my legs all the time,” Argyle says unprompted.
Jonathan nods. “It’s true, he does.”
“I like how soft they get.”
“Very soft.”
“You’ve touched his bare leg to feel how soft it is,” Eddie questions.
Jonathan shrugs. “Hard not to when he does that thing where he shaves and then makes me feel how soft it is.”
“Because I want someone to appreciate it,” Argyle reasons.
“Just because I didn’t say anything doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate it.”
Argyle rolls his eyes. “Well, you could have said it.”
“Your relationship still confuses me.”
Robin finishes the last stripe on Steve’s leg, swishing the razor in the bowl of water. “Done, go rinse it off.”
Steve brings his leg off the chair and walks to the bathroom with a wide stance, so he doesn’t get any of the shaving cream on his other leg. He comes out with a clean leg.
“You missed a spot.”
“Even better.”
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Now with a part two!
There’s a guy that comes to the cafe Eddie’s working at. Every other day, he comes to the counter, smiles at Eddie and gives him a post-it with “hi, an americano with two sugars please :)” written on it. He has a different color of post-it assigned for every day. Eddie smiles back and makes the americano, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest.
Needless to say, the guy is insanely cute. He has swoopy chestnut hair, droopy, almost puppy-like eyes, and two moles on his neck that make him look like he’s been bitten by a vampire. Eddie’s not sure if he finds it more adorable or sexy; either way, he’s definitely developed a crush. And now, after months of trying to gather up his courage to say hi, after months of pining and staring from afar... He’s still nowhere near ready to talk to him. And Chrissy’s not letting him live it down.
“You’re insufferable,” she whispers to him frantically when the guy comes through the door on the first Monday of December. “Do something more than smile dumbly or I’ll fire you.”
“You can’t fire me,” Eddie hisses back as he tries to dust pastry crumbs off of his shirt.
“I’m the manager. I can do whatever I want,” she chirps back and goes on to cleaning the machines that don’t need to be cleaned, because Eddie did that twenty minutes ago.
The guy comes to the counter. There are snowflakes in his hair, big and soft. Eddie thinks that they compliment his eyes—then he realizes that it’s a weird thing to notice about a stranger.
The stranger smiles. Eddie smiles back. Today’s post-it is light purple.
Eddie makes the americano. It’s muscle memory at this point, he’s not even thinking about what he’s doing until he has to force a lid onto the cup and serve it to his customer. Hell, whatever. He grabs a sharpie and bends down to drabble something on the cup, trying not to spill the coffee. He manages to draw an ugly looking snake that was supposed to be a dragon, cringes, writes “Have a nice day!” underneath it and prays that it isn’t too weird.
Of course it is. But, miraculously, the guy looks at it, huffs a tiny laugh and smiles right at Eddie and – yeah, whatever, curse him – the whole room lights up. Yes, it’s sappy. Sue him. He could be sappy for this guy—if the guy wanted it.
He takes his coffee and leaves, but before he crosses the threshold, he turns back and waves at Eddie, using only three fingers. It’s a small wave, but a wave nonetheless, so Eddie sends him his best grin and waves back.
When he’s finally out, Eddie bends over the counter and groans. Chrissy pats him between the shoulderblades, mocking sympathy. “You’re on probation,” she whispers. Eddie groans once again. This is hell.
***
He has to call in sick on Wednesday. Now that he’s thinking about it, he kind of knew that the mayo smelled funny and it wasn’t good anymore. But he’s a broke college student and he had a choice: stale bread with mayo and a slice of tomato, or just stale bread with a slice of tomato. These weren’t even real choices. It was suffering or suffering.
Apparently, he’d chosen double suffering, and he had a whole night of hurling to prove it. Good thing he doesn’t have to send Chrissy any photos of what he had to deal with – when he calls, she cuts him off with “Just take my afternoon shift tomorrow and we’re even. You’ll miss out on your cutie, it’s a punishment in and of itself,” and goes on with her day.
Eddie’s so grateful for Chrissy. He wouldn’t get anywhere without her.
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Eddie doesn’t expect his guy to come on Thursday, it isn’t his regular schedule, so he’s in for a surprise when his morning shift ends and turns into Chrissy’s afternoon shift, and then, some time later, his guy comes in—and he’s not alone.
He’s with a girl. With a pretty, pretty girl, who has beautifully curly brown hair, inquisitive eyes and kind but determined expression on her face. There’s something quite unique about her; Eddie thinks, briefly, that she looks like she’s from another era. Like if they were living in the 80s, she would have a perm, wear bold lipstick and have a whole wall of degrees and certificates in her office. She seems to be destined for great things. She’s a badass.
Eddie’s nothing like her. He tries to swallow down the jealousy as they near the counter. His – his? – guy looks surprised, but smiles either way, his eyes lighting up in a matter of seconds.
“Hi,” the girl says. Her own smile is so nice and warm Eddie can’t stay mopey for too long. “I’ll have a latte with two shots of espresso, and…”
She turns to the guy beside her, but Eddie doesn’t have to know the answer. “An americano with two sugars. On it.”
Their eyes lock for a second. The guy seems a bit shy, but he’s still smiling. Eddie counts that as a win. But he’s still quick with their coffees. He can sense the staring contest they’re having even while he has his back turned to them. He kinda wants them gone, but they didn’t ask for to go, so he just tries to stay calm. Focused. Sharp.
Fortunately, he doesn’t spill anything. They get their order and sit in a corner. It doesn’t look like a date, they pull out books and notes, scribble and sign from time to time. The girl clearly knows more than just the basics of ASL, unlike Eddie. Since the guy started showing up, he’s been trying to learn more about it, but now he makes a mental note to enroll on a course. It’s time to commit – to what, exactly, he’s not sure. But he’s gonna make it happen.
Hours pass, but they stay in the same position. Eddie steals a glance every now and then, trying not to let his jealousy get to the surface again, but it’s hard. The guy is cute, the girl is smart and beautiful. He decides to call Chrissy on his way home – if he has to pine, she’ll suffer with him.
The end of his shift is nearing when he hears a giggle from the godforsaken corner. He looks up from the cups he’s been rearranging and sees that it’s his guy’s girl who’s laughing. She’s laughing at yet another girl, who’s standing outside and drawing hearts on the dirty window. She has a goofy grin on her face, one that makes her eyes and her prominent cheekbones pop even more, and it’s the same grin that the girl inside is wearing at the moment.
Now, Eddie doesn’t know a lot about love, but he definitely recognizes heart eyes when he sees them. He smiles to himself – don’t judge a book by its cover, huh?
His guy looks exasperated about being completely ignored, so he taps the glass a few times. The girl outside looks at him, shocked, like she’s only just seen him now, sticks out her tongue at him, and goes back to blowing kisses at her girlfriend. The guy looks truly wounded. Eddie snorts; the dynamic here is immaculate.
In the meantime, the not-his-guy's girl has gathered her things and prepared to leave. She kisses his cheek on her way out, but the guy stays put, bending over his papers again. Eddie thinks it’s quite interesting. Then, he makes a plan.
When he’s done with work, his guy is still there. Which is perfect. Eddie fixes his hair one last time, trying to gauge whether his outfit is metal enough (it is) for the occasion, and grabs the americano with two sugars he’s made.
It’s alright. Everything’s alright.
His wildly beating heart isn’t so sure about that.
When he gets to his guy’s table, he sets the piece of paper on it first. “Looks like you’re swamped – it’s on the house,” it says. The guy looks up, surprised, his mouth opened in a tiny oh. His eyes go wide for a moment and then he smiles. Something warm settles inside Eddie’s chest.
The guy picks up a pen and writes “Thank you!!!” on Eddie’s piece of paper, but before giving it back, he changes his mind. “I’m Steve,” he scribbles, and then gives it back with a flash of smile.
He smiles a lot. It’s an amazing sight.
“Hello, Steve. I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you,” Eddie replies. “What are you working on?” he adds after a second, because he’s feeling bold and he really doesn’t want to go yet.
The guy – Steve – sighs. He makes some room on the loveseat he’s occupying and pushes his books to the middle. Eddie takes it as a cue to sit down. Their knees bump, Eddie gets goosebumps, but he doesn’t move away. Neither does Steve.
“I’ve got an assignment on modern fantasy and its mythological origins, but I’m not as nerdy as my friends so I’m struggling a bit. Nance helped, but she’s not an expert either and my other nerdy friends went for a trip. Maybe you have any experience?”
Eddie’s eyes open wide and he bounces with excitement, nodding his head along the way. “YES,” he writes, all caps, and Steve huffs another laugh. They look at each other then, Eddie all hyped and ready, Steve—soft? There’s no other way to describe it. His gaze is gentle, almost caring. Eddie can feel his cheeks warm up.
His phone buzzes aggressively in his pocket. He checks it – it’s Chrissy. She’s got her period and she’s out of tampons.
“Shit,” he mumbles. Steve bumps their shoulders.
“What’s up?” he asks.
Eddie picks up the pen. “Tiny emergency, I’m sorry. Tomorrow?”
He knows that his hopeful stare must seem desperate, but Steve reads his reply, looks up and smiles, nodding. Eddie wants to scream victory, but he only nods back and gets up instead. When he’s about to turn and leave, he feels fingers wrap around his hand, delicate but firm. Slowly, Steve opens up his hand and writes something on it.
It’s a phone number. “In case you get sick again :)”
Eddie can’t hold back his dopey smile any longer. When he looks at Steve, the corners of his lips quirk up too. He’s lovely.
Eddie can’t wait for tomorrow.
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I saw someone talk about this idea (can’t find them now) so-
Steve is walking down the street and he hears the jingling of a dog collar so he turns around to ask to pet their dog but it’s just Eddie.
Steve might have a meltdown. He seriously might. This was the worst day he’s had in a long fucking time.
The day started with a fucking seizure, of all things, when Steve hasn’t had one in months, so he decided to go to the emergency room to get checked up just in case.
The doctors said he was fine, the scans and blood tests came back just as normal, but he ended up missing lunch so he didn’t get to have down time with his best friend Robin, and she was the biggest reason he could manage his anxiety and PTSD.
His mom called him when he was at the hospital, even though she disowned him ten years ago when he was forced out of the closet as bisexual. He thought she wanted to talk but apparently her husband (Steve’s father, unfortunately) was dying and wanted Steve to help with the hospital bills considering apparently their business went under, which Steve hadn’t known about because he hasn’t seen them in ten years. It led to a fight over the phone which triggered another seizure, so he’s had two in one day. Because of his history with seizures, the hospital decided to let him go, which he wasn’t entirely sure would be a good idea, but what else were they supposed to do? It’s not like Steve knew. Besides, he’s pretty sure they were understaffed and maybe they just didn’t have a place for him. They just gave him some painkillers, gave him a form so he wouldn’t have to go to work for a week, and let him go after giving him an IV. Steve would have argued about the work thing, but the doctor was able to convince him that having a bad seizure in front of a bunch of toddlers might be a bad idea, even if they’ve dealt with his smaller ones before.
He decided he would go for a run because that always relaxes him before remembering that he shouldn’t go running after having two seizures, so he decided to go for a walk instead. Of course, this only makes things worse for himself. First, he forgets to take his dog Farrah with him on the walk, and then he realizes that he’s wearing a thick knitted yellow sweater in 86 degree heat, also he lost his glasses somehow?
He must have still had some postictal confusion left because he very quickly got lost and then he couldn’t find wherever the fuck he put his phone, so he couldn’t call Robin to pick him up, and it’s not like his anxiety would let him walk up to some random person and ask.
It was getting dark, so he wasn’t going to approach a woman, which was something Robin had to teach, and Steve was kind of scared of men, which might be stupid because he was a man, and also taller than most men, but anxiety is a bitch so it’s not like he could argue with it.
His heart beating outside his chest, Steve realized he very well could have a third seizure, or a panic attack if he didn’t calm the fuck down, so he went to hide behind a alley which just so happened to be behind a bar.
That was fine.
The music was dampened by the concrete wall and sometimes silence made Steve’s existential dread even worse. He missed his dog. Farrah was a white teacup chihuahua and Pomeranian mix that Steve had adopted from a shelter he had been volunteering at. She kept getting bullied for her size even when they put her in with the other babies, and the shelter asked someone to foster her. It was a foster fail but Steve didn’t regret it.
Steve tried to think of her as he sat down, working on the deep breathing his therapist had told him about. Of course, Steve sat on the floor and got beer and gunk on his jeans, but he was so tired that he was past caring.
A migraine was coming on, all of his bones hurt, and he had white spots dancing in his vision. His hands were shaking. It’s very possible he had a small seizure when he was getting here and he didn’t remember it, that happened sometimes. He really hoped Robin had done okay at school without him. They taught a kindergarten class together. He really should have called to get her an aid but it had slipped his mind and she was going to be pissed.
He would just stay on the floor until he felt better. Then he’d call and apologize.
He did remember to feed Farrah and she had some pads on his living room so she would be okay. When he got home he would give her a lot of treats. Maybe he would make Robin cupcakes.
Steve’s nerves picked up when he heard someone open a door behind him. Luckily for him, he had a switchblade in his pocket (he got it from Max, and who knows where she got it from) so he could use that in case of an emergency if anyone tried to accost him. Then again, this was a bar, maybe they’d just think he was drunk and leave him alone.
The jingling of a dog tag gets Steve’s attention, and suddenly he thinks he might actually cry if he doesn’t get to pet this dog right now.
The person’s heavy footsteps get closer, the dog chain making cute clinking sounds, and Steve readily looks up to ask, even though his face is already red with embarrassment, because what if the person says no?
But then he sees the man’s thick-heeled boots, and then his leather jacket with all the metal spikes on the shoulders, and Steve thinks no, he doesn’t have to ask to pet the guys dog, and then he chokes when he realizes there isn’t any fucking dog. The man is wearing a collar.
Steve tries to quickly shove his head between his legs, curl into a ball so the man might not notice him, but whatever sound he makes is enough to draw the guy's attention. Fuck.
“Hey, what were you going to say? I saw you try to ask something.” The guys crouches down in front of Steve. Steve assumes the guy is going to beat him up for looking at him weird or something, but the man’s voice, while deep, is actually very calm. He has a few more chains hanging from his black jeans, which were absolutely shredded, and the clinking noise still reminds Steve of Farrah but now he’s embarrassed about it. Is he wearing fishnets under his jeans? Oh my god, Robin is going to kill Steve in the morning if this guy doesn’t kill him first.
Steve thinks about answering but his words get clogged in his throat. Sure, he didn’t ask to pet the guy, but he thought about it, and his face burns and Steve wishes he could jump into the dumpster a few feet away.
He must look weird, because the guy, already crouching down to him, gets closer until their knees are touching.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, very gently putting a heavily ringed hand on Steve’s arm.
“I’m so sorry,” Steve sobbed, finally lifting his head to meet the guy's face. The dude’s hair is long, held up in a ponytail, which shows off the fact that he has an undercut with a pattern shaved on it. This man is absolutely terrifying, oh my God, how is Steve going to get out of this situation without dying?
The guy's eyes widen at the words, but he keeps his movements slow as he places his hands against both of Steve’s trembling arms. Not constricting him, just pressing, just adding a bit of pressure.
“You’re okay, I’m not angry.” The guy says soothingly, “You haven’t done anything. Why- why are you crying?” The guy’s voice goes high pitched, cracking a little. If Steve wasn’t so terrified, maybe he’d find it comforting.
Steve doesn’t know what comes over him. He tells himself he’ll come up with something stupid, but his body hurts and lying takes a mental energy that Steve doesn’t have right now. His head pounds and the sound of his blood rushes past his ears.
“Uh, I heard your collar and I thought you were a dog.” He whispered, putting his head between his knees again. “I was gonna ask to pet you. I’m so sorry.” He sounds absolutely mortified, which is good because he is. Why was he saying this? Steve was about to die and then Farrah would go back to the shelter and Robin would find another teacher and forget about him and no one would be able to teach Dustin to drive because he’s too annoying to keep a normal driving instructor-
“You can pet me, if you want.” The guys interrupt Steve’s spiral. He moves so he’s sitting next to Steve, both their backs to the wall, his chains clinking all the while until their thighs are touching. Steve could briefly feel the dull spikes on the guys jacket pressing Steve’s shoulder.
Steve’s brain completely blanks out.
“…Uh-“ his hands are close to his chest, in fists, but mostly he’s just confused. Why is this guy being so nice to him? Steve thought he was a dog. He was never going to live this down.
“I like petting.” The guy says, a small smirk on his face that brings charming wrinkles to his cheeks. Steve blushes.
“Ca….” He can’t tell if the guy is serious, but the dude quickly pulls his hair out of his ponytail, shaking his head- like a dog.
Maybe it’s just the seizure talking, but Steve tries to call his bluff.
“Can I pet you?” Steve whispers, confusion and uncertainty lacing his shaking voice.
“Yeah.” The dude replies calmly, tilting his head.
Well, Steve realizes, now he kind of has to, doesn’t he? Shit. The guys hair looks really fucking soft. Steve’s allowed to touch it?
Without knowing what else to do, Steve stiffly pats the guys on the head, which makes the guy laugh. Still, he doesn’t attempt to make Steve stop. In fact, he gets closer, until Steve’s arm is wrapped around his shoulder, playing with the hair on the crown of his head. Steve doesn’t really know what to do at first, but the dude smells really minty, but also like weed, and Steve doesn’t hate it as much as he thinks he should. He brushes his fingers through the guy's brown hair until there are no knots, letting his heart settle until the spots in his vision go away.
“So, what are you doing out here?” The guy asks quietly, letting Steve mess with his hair, his eyes are closed almost like he’s enjoying it.
“I got lost.” Steve starts. The guy hums, so Steve continues. “I, uh, I had a few seizures this morning, and I got confused and got lost and I can’t find my phone or my glasses-“ Steve only realizes he’s rambling when the guy gives him a very concerned look.
“Do I need to get you to a hospital?” He asks, clearly trying not to frighten Steve.
“Oh? No, no, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Steve said, almost absently as he braided a small strand of the guy's hair. He tried to focus on that instead of the raging headache he has crawling up his spine. “I went to the emergency room already, this is normal, it happens a lot, it’s just been a bad day. I’m sorry.”
He can feel the guy nod, his body relaxing slightly. His hand casually moves to touch Steve’s collar with the tips on his fingers, his short nails painted black.
“Your glasses are on your shirt.”
Steve looks down where his glasses were hanging off the collar of his sweater. He blanches.
“Shit, thank you. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, hurriedly putting them on. His face goes hot, and he wants to sink into the floor. He might cry again, he was so embarrassed.
“Can you call someone?” The guy asks, not bringing up the panic on Steve’s face, which Steve is mighty grateful for because bringing it up will make him cry, he thinks.
Steve shakes his head, “I lost my phone. Sorry.” He chokes out.
“Can I call someone?” The guy specifies.
That’s a really good idea. Sure, it’s getting dark, but Robin always has time for him. She’s probably out of work and blowing up his phone trying to contact him. She might even have broken into Steve’s apartment by now.
Steve closes his eyes, trying to push past the fog in his brain. The only thing it does is add pressure to the backs of his eyes.
“I… I can’t remember any numbers right now, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He puts his hand over his mouth to stop himself from speaking.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The guy delicately pressed his palm to Steve’s shoulder, which draws attention to the fact that Steve’s breathing has sped up again.
Steve gulps, blinking hard to stop himself from tearing up. He feels so fucking stupid.
“Uh, with chronic seizures, there’s this thing, called a- uh, postictal state,” he tries to explain, voice way more breathy than he would like. He’s gripping maybe a bit too firmly to the frayed ends of the guy’s hair but he makes no move to stop him. “Which I like to say just means my brain hasn’t, hasn’t caught up to my body, like it’s, um, still processing.“
The guy nods, taking Steve’s rambling with grace. “Do you like champurrado?” He asks, Steve opens his mouth, closing it, opening it again. The guy nods, hurrying to explain himself.
“We could go to my apartment and I could make you some. You look like you could eat. I made albondigas yesterday. When you can remember, we’ll call someone.”
Steve really shouldn’t. This guy has already been too nice to him. Steve didn’t want to impose. Also, the guy was very kind, yeah, but Robin would kill him if he got hurt following this dude somewhere. But then Steve takes stock of the aches in his body. If he didn’t go with the guy, what would he do? Sit here all night? It was going to get cold and Steve’s anxiety wouldn’t let him sleep outside in the dark in an alleyway behind a bar playing very loud, aggressive metal music.
Steve sighs, defeated. “Yeah, okay, I’m sorry.” He felt like he was doing something wrong.
The guys smile brightly, almost blindingly so. He stands, chains jingling, and holds out a hand for Steve to take it.
“You gotta stop saying sorry, man, you just had what, two seizures? It’s fi- holy shit.”
The man’s hands were soft, which Steve wasn’t expecting, save for a few well placed calluses on his fingers. Steve tried not to think about it as he stood and wiped some gunk off his jeans, staring at the messy floor before figuring out something was wrong. He looked up, and the dude was staring up at Steve with his eyes wide, mouth agape.
“What? What’s wrong?” Steve whispers, folding in on himself a little. What the fuck did he do now?
The music rages on, but now it’s overwhelming. He feels static in his head.
The guy’s heavily tattooed arms were held limply at his sides, “You- you’re really fucking tall.” He says unabashedly.
Steve gulps, trying to shrink a little to make himself smaller, like that may alleviate the problem. Unfortunately, thought he did this often, It did mean he had terrible posture so his neck began to hurt.
“Oh, I’m really sorry.” Steve wouldn’t look at him.
“Why are you apologizing? It’s hot.” The guy says, Steve’s head shoots up to look at him as they stare at each other until the dude realizes what he just said. “Wait, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” The guy puts his hands up, a nervous huff coming out past his lips as he was the one to start panicking now.
Steve can’t help but let out a small laugh, covering his mouth with his hands. He’s never had someone say he’s hot in such a way, he couldn’t help but be a bit flattered. Steve nods so the dude knows he isn’t upset by the random comment. Steve’s face was already red, and now he couldn’t even tell why.
The guy’s eyes brighten, if that were possible.
“Okay, let’s go. I’m Eddie.” He says, motioning for Steve to follow him. It takes a second for Steve to get the memo, with how slow his brain is working, so Eddie cautiously takes Steve’s arm in the way Steve watches men do in old movies.
“I’m Steve. Thank you.” Steve, honest to God, giggled. Maybe he should be worrying about his dad and the fight he had with his mother, but he tries not to think about it. They’re not his problem, and he has better things to do.
He does have to look down to see Eddie’s face when they’re not sitting, but that’s normal for Steve. He’s a few heads taller than most people he knows, and he works with kids so he’s obviously taller than them. He kind of just forgets, most of the time. No one else has mentioned it. His height was why he was so popular in high school before the seizures and anxiety messed it all up, though Steve is grateful he isn’t a bitch anymore. He’s only about a head and a half taller than Eddie, though.
Eddie laughs, and it’s a cracky, beautiful sound. “You’re welcome, big boy.”
Steve squints at Eddie as he leads him down the street. “Big boy?” He asks. As they get farther from the bar, there are less and less people out on the streets. No one jostles Steve, though, probably on account of the guy next to him, covered head to toe in spikes with black eye makeup.
“Really? Do you not see how large you are?” Eddie continued, looking up at Steve like he was insane as he led him to the left, then the right. “It’s honestly kind of scary.”
“Me?” Steve wasn’t scary, this guy had it wrong. Sure, he was big, but nothing about him was frightening. Steve couldn’t remember the last person he met who actually looked afraid of him. None of his students ever were.
“Yeah, you!”
“I’m not scared.” Steve protested, though he was also smiling. “If anything, you’re scary.”
Eddie throws his head back dramatically, covering his face with his curly hair. The bandana in his back pockets whips around.
“Why thank you.” Eddie grins, “Just so you know, flattery works on me.” He continued until they got to what appeared to be Eddie’s apartment building. Steve held on to his arm tighter. Eddie's dramatics calm him a little.
“I have a dog, so you can pet a real one.” Eddie teases, unlocking the door with his free arm. “Her name is Ozzy, she’s a Doberman Great Dane mix, so I hope big dogs don’t scare you. I promise she’s not violent.” There’s something in his voice that tells Steve there’s something else.
Steve smiles softly, “She sounds perfect.”
#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steveddie#eddie x steve#stranger things#stranger things s4#robin buckley#steve has seizures#meet cute#or meet ugly#depending#depending on how you look at it#modern au
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*Eddie receiving nudes from Steve*
Eddie: these are high quality tf?? Ain't no way your phone took these pictures did you get a photoshoot done??
Steve: Robin helped
Eddie: fuck you mean "Robin helped"??????
#stranger things#joe keery#steve harrington#joseph quinn#eddie munson#joe quinn#steddie#stranger things incorrect quotes#steddie incorrect quotes#steddie modern au#maya hawke#robin buckley#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#steve and robin
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All this was inspired by listening to She’s So Overrated by Madilyn Bailey so fair warning LMAO. Also this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN AN IDEA......
Okay so I’m having thoughts about modern AU lead singer Eddie Munson who’s been in the industry for years with the boys. Corroded Coffin is a staple of the metal industry, but for a few years he’s been feeling really stalled in his career and just stuck in place. He’s still making music, still performing, but he feels like he’s getting farther and farther from that kid who used to scream and sing in his closet bedroom in the shoebox apartment he used to share with Wayne.
So when he and the boys are in an interview and the interviewee brings up how “King” Steve Harrington from The Four is trying to reinvent himself with the help of former bandmate Robin Buckley, Eddie goes off. He works himself up into a little tizzy, ranting Munson Doctrine style about how a former teen pop star trying to become some second rate folk singer isn’t anything special, and that he wouldn’t be caught dead cashing in like that.
That Steve’s music is bad (even though he’s honestly never listened to it) and “King” Steve is overrated. How even Beiber is better than him. He’s just bullshit.
Of course the interview goes viral, and finds its way to Steve and Robin. Robin listens to it first and she doesn’t want Steve to watch it. She knows how close things like this cut him (especially that word), and how he’s been dealing with a lot of hate from everyone even from former fans who are confused by the sharp contrast of his new music- aka the music he’s finally being allowed to write now that he’s broken away from his momager- but Steve makes her show him.
She’s sure that she’s going to have to spend the next week rebuilding his confidence.
And instead, Steve’s lip curls into a smile, and he grabs his songbook, telling her to find her guitar.
Eddie wakes up five days after the interview to a huge flood of social media notifications, a dozen missed calls from the boys and his manager and his uncle. He ignores them all and goes to see what he fucked up this time.
Eddie opens Youtube and it’s at the top of his recommendations. The thumbnail is Steve and Robin sitting together with a guitar in her lap. The title of the video is just one word.
Bullshit.
This can’t be good.
Eddie listens to it even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore. He listens to it because he has to know how much he’s fucked up.
And then he listens to it again. And again. And again.
It gets stuck in his head. All of it. Not just the song (which admittedly is pretty killer) but also hearing the flippantly mean words he had casually thrown at Steve being shoved back in his face. He had seen Steve as an abstract thing, just a symbol of everything wrong with the industry, not a real person. And now this actual human being that he’s hearing has turned all of that garbage into a song that feels more genuine then most of the music on the last two albums he wrote himself. A song that has heart, joy, and a strong current of pain underneath, especially in the bridge where Steve just sings the word bullshit over and over.
There’s even more than that. He also sees the way Robin and Steve interact while they’re working the smiles, the jabs, the silly little way Steve bobs his head along as he listens to her play, the way they both collapse into giggles at the end as Steve directly quotes the part of the interview where Eddie said that Steve “is just another laundry basket devil trying to act like a big shot now that he’s too old for teen girls to moon over.”
He can’t remember the last time he and the boys had that much fun making a song.
Hell, Eddie even sees their apartment. It’s a pretty nondescript room, but he can see the wear and tear on the furniture, the cobwebs in the corners of the room, the slightly drooping houseplant with the name “Dart” lovingly painted on its pot. It feels like a home, and as Eddie looks around at the bedroom in his far too big mansion, he feels even more like a fraud.
Eddie listens to the song on repeat for most of the morning. In the afternoon he finally answers everyone, and starts to put his plan into motion.
By that evening he’s on the phone with Steve asking him and Robin to help Corroded Coffin write their next song.
#steve harrington#stranger things#st#eddie munson#steddie#steddie ficlet#st4#steve and eddie#Robin buckley#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates Stobin#stranger things au#modern au#rockstar Eddie munson#pop star Steve harrington#And yes in my head they fall in love#and robin falls in love with CC manager Chrissy Cunningham shhhhhh#corroded coffin
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Stranger things modern au hcs
-Max and Mike kick each other out of the party's gc constantly but El always adds them back
-Nancy is a pinterest girlie
-Steve and Robin have an ridicoulously long snapchat streak
-Karen is a facebook mom
-Billy makes those cringy y/n thirst povs on tiktok (yk the ones i'm talking abt)
-Dustin is a Minecraft Addict
-Murray is a redditor
-The party did the 'passing the phone to' trend and it went viral on tiktok
-Will is kinda popular on instagram for his art
-Joyce created a gc for everyone in case the ud shit starts again
-Argyle posts the most unhinged shit on tiktok and his videos had like 7 views everytime until one of them blew up and then he became super popular and even verified
#stranger things#stranger things hc#stranger things modern au#byler#el hopper#max mayfield#mike wheeler#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#robin buckley#karen wheeler#dustin henderson#murray bauman#will byers#joyce byers#argyle
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i promised a stobin angst au and here we are <3
#stranger things#steddie#ronance#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#comic#cw blood#look at me properly finishing a full comic set#also the only way this au would work is modern au so we get to have the actual nightmare that is these fuckers having phones#also i am aware there's a rogue i in playlist i was scrambling to finish this before work#this is pt 1 btw
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throwin' clay
for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'hole'
rated t | 404 words | tags: modern au, pottery teacher eddie, helpless at pottery steve, some platonic stobin, ambiguous ending that you should know by now means they're gonna get together
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"This is stupid. I don't need to make a clay bowl to feel better."
Steve was good at lying, but Robin was good at seeing through his bullshit.
"Right. So you just eat a pint of ice cream every Friday night for fun? Alone? In your car?"
Steve huffed.
"Thought so."
He could be pitiful if he wanted to be; Robin was abandoning him for a stupid job in Europe.
A man walked into the room.
"Alright everyone! I'm Eddie, the guy who's gonna hopefully help you make something bowl-like. Lots of new faces today so we'll go over some safety stuff first."
As he went through a couple basic rules, Steve watched his hands move in the air, gesturing wildly at the wheel next to him.
"Everyone should have their clay. Go ahead and get your hands and clay wet."
Steve did as he was told, but felt the nerves hit the moment everyone around him seemed to start pushing on the pedals to make their wheels spin.
"Uh, Robin?" Steve whispered.
"Need help getting started?" Eddie was kneeling in front of him, smiling.
"Um."
"Here. Cup this hand to hold the top part and then use this hand to cover part of the top to make it even," Eddie explained, moving Steve's hands how he wanted them. Steve gulped. "You wanna apply some pressure."
Steve pressed down on the pedal and let Eddie's hands apply the perfect amount of pressure on top of his.
"Good! Now when it seems like it's centered, you can push your finger down to make a hole."
Steve started to do it, tongue sticking out in concentration.
"Here, get more water on your hands." Eddie cupped water in his hands and let it drip over his fingers. "Now you wanna apply a bit more pressure and pull that finger towards you slowly to widen the hole."
Eddie's hands were on his and Steve was dying.
"You're a natural!" Jesus, Steve was fucked. "Now use your fingers to make the outer ridge even around the hole you made."
If he didn't stop talking about this hole-
"You're doing great." Eddie's hands were gone.
Steve looked up and bit his lip.
"It was mostly you," he shrugged.
"Nah. We're just a good team," Eddie winked.
Robin nudged him as Eddie walked over to check on someone else.
She didn't have to say anything; He wasn't leaving without Eddie's number.
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficjanuary#robin buckley#platonic stobin#modern au#open ending but obviously it's me so they're gonna get together
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