Oh girls gays and theys… we are back we are back with Bricks 4 and reader and Robin are about to have a little baby 😩 strap in for a fic written by a girl who knows virtually nothing about childbirth.
Tw: childbirth, body image (related to pregnancy) (lighthearted)
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Childbirth is gross.
Robin had gone into Labour a week after her due date. She’d been so irritable, and then so emotional, and then asleep, and then irritable again, you were getting whiplash. She’d whine about her pants being too tight (“they’re maternity pants, they’re supposed to stretch, and I can barely feel my legs!”), and then cry about how she didn’t feel sexy - despite you telling her she could never not be sexy every ten minutes (“I know you’re lying to me, I feel like a walrus,”), and then she’d have a little nap once she’d tired herself out.
It was the middle of the day, and you sat at the edge of the bed next to Robin, who was lay flat on her back like a starfish and whining every so often that she was too hot - despite the AC and two fans on her.
“Ow!” She gasped, half sitting up abruptly.
“What? What is it?” You asked, your hand now in her vicelike grip. Robin stared back at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Was it a contraction? Did you just have a contraction Robin?” You asked, her blank stare unhelpful, but enough for you to guess that the answer was yes.
“I think I just had a contraction,” she whispered, eyes bulging out of the sockets.
“Ok, well lie back down-,”
“I need to walk,” she said, before swinging her legs off the opposite edge of the bed and hobbling towards the door.
“Oh, alright then!” You said, practically running after her.
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After 2 hours of walking around the apartment and sitting at brief intervals, you’d gone to the kitchen to get some glasses of water, when you heard a soft “oh,” from the living room.
“‘Oh’? ‘Oh’ what Robin, ‘oh’ what!” You said, running back into the living room.
“My water broke.” She said, her eyes wide and shining again.
And then it was your turn to freeze. Stood in front of Robin, who was now just sat in a small wet patch on the couch staring into space, you were stuck to the ground, bones set in place like concrete.
“I think we’re supposed to go to the hospital now,” said Robin, finally looking up at you.
She grabbed your hand and squeezed it, thawing your shock.
“Ok… ok, I’ll get the bag, you stay there,” you said, sprinting to the bedroom. The bag you’d packed 3 weeks ago was at your bedside where you’d left it, and you grabbed it without stopping your run, almost falling over as you changed direction.
“Ok, bag, keys, keys, where are the keys?!” You said, checking cupboards and drawers in the kitchen where they definitely weren’t.
“By the door,” Robin said loudly, so you could hear from the other room. You rushed back in, bag slung over your shoulder, crazed with fear and excitement and the sickening rush of imminent change.
“Ok, ready?” You said, breathless. The question felt a lot more weighted than you’d intended, and robins answer echoed your own emotions.
“Definitely not, but lets go have a baby,” she replied.
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“I’m going to kill you!” Robin yelled.
Sweating, flushed, face taught in a grimace of pain, Robin was not enjoying labor. You felt awful watching her writhe on the hospital bed, and helpless watching the nurses tell her to push, or stop pushing, or that she was doing great. You just stood there, hand crippled by her surprising strength, telling her she was amazing and that you loved her and that she was doing so so well.
“You can kill me, that’s fine,” you said, “just maybe after the baby’s here.”
“You… you did this to me,” she shouted - the painkillers had made her a little loopy.
“Technically donor #34519 did this to you,” you said back, earning a bone-crushing hand squeeze that had nothing to do with contractions and a glare that could have set you on fire. “Joking! Trying to lighten the mood,” you smiled.
“Ha ha.” Robin said, followed by “Aargh!” As another contraction hit.
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“Almost there honey, the head is crowning,” the nurse said, with a voice that was inhumanly calm.
Robin had given up on words (though some choice profanities had been shouted in the earlier stages) and was now just screaming “AARGH!” Through gritted teeth every five seconds.
“Come on baby, you’re so close now, you can do this,” you encouraged. You braved a glance down, and fought to keep a straight face as you saw the top of a baby’s head sticking out of what you thought must be Robins vagina, but for the life of you couldn’t work out how it could look like that. But that was your baby, and you could see it, really see it. “I can see the head!” You beamed at Robin, who’s face was so contorted by pain it was almost unrecognisable. Her expression softened infinitesimally as you met her eyes, but then the nurse told her to push again, and all you could do was kiss her hand and stare at her - the bravest girl in the world.
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“She’s incredible,” you whispered. A girl, a tiny little baby girl, was nestled in a blanket against robins chest, as you both stared at her with tears streaming down your cheeks and awestruck grins plastered on your faces. You’d managed to squeeze yourself onto the bed next to Robin, and now had one arm under her neck, gently combing robins matted hair back, the other lightly brushing over the soft little tuft of hair on your baby’s head.
“I can’t believe we made her,” Robin whispered, sniffing back a delirious laugh.
“I think you can take a lot of the credit, human incubator and all,” you said, smiling.
“You can do the next one,” Robin replied, giggling a little at your panicked gasp.
“Let’s try and get this one home before we think about another. She could be a handful,” you muttered.
“She’s ours, of course she’ll be a handful,” Robin replied, eyes not moving from the small creation in front of her.
“Hi baby,” you crooned, as wide little eyes fluttered open and closed.
“Hi,” Robin said too, and you tore your eyes away from their fixation to really look at Robin.
She was exhausted, probably still a little addled from the drugs, face still coated in a sheen of sweat that had congealed in her hair, and a slow but steady stream of tears were working their way down her cheeks. She looked beautiful too. You kissed her temple, lingering as your own tears came a little faster. She looked up at you, and the joy in her face was dazzling. You kissed her, tasting tears, sweat, a tangy chemical taste and her, overwhelmingly her, glowing so bright it burned the back of your eyes.
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A/n: to the anon that requested another chapter hun do I have news for you I will be continuing this. Would also like to reiterate I know literally nothing about childbirth other than the episodes of one born every minute I’ve seen.
“I can’t believe you got her into this!” You say, entering Nancy’s room to see Robin wearing her clothes, looking extremely uncomfortable, scowling at the floor.
“I called you here for a ride, not to mock me,” she says, glaring at you.
“Oh, honey, this is something else entirely. You know what? I’m into it. Kinda hot.” You say, moving towards her, appraising her outfit sarcastically.
“I’ll fall out with you,” Robin mutters, as you get closer to her, circling around her back.
“Look at the ruffles!” You say, smiling and straightening her blouse.
“She did put up quite the fight,” says Steve, “…I’m going to have scars,” he whispers.
“Yeah, well, at least you don’t feel like you’re being strangled,” Robin said, glaring at him now. Her fists are balled up at her sides like a toddler having a tantrum.
“Oh my, Nancy, can she keep this?” You ask, and Steve guffaws as Robin puts the finger up at him.
“No! These are my nice clothes!” She says, “I think you look nice Robin,” she adds, and Robin rolls her eyes.
Girl pls comeback and write us something about a horny robin and her girlfriend… could be because they were apart or be cause they just move in and are fucking all around the house
Oh so yall are HORNY horny ok. I’ve got some stuff in the works that should appease, however I’m desperate for requests so if anyone wants to send Robin x reader requests PLEASE DO.
Ok so I’ve been thinking about this for a while now but. According to Stephanie Meyer Bella got knocked up by Edwards 100 year old sperm that was warmed up by the sea (??), and his body couldn’t produce more sperm it could only happen one time. Right? Idk where she said that but it’s somewhere. So my question is. How did that guy in South America make the hybrid that comes at the end of breaking dawn? Because he said that he has sisters. How can he have multiple sisters from the same father who’s supposedly creating a “master race”, when the vampire can only shoot his load once ?? Am I wrong??
idk if you’re accepting requests but a fic about robin and her feminine/‘innocent’ gf being soft together would be 🥺🥺
Apartment 2B was a small residence. You moved in after you graduated, desperate to get away from your parents house and start living. Now, you worked for the police, as a beat cop, giving out parking tickets and warnings for public nudity. You got shitty pay, but it was better than going to college.
Robin liked your apartment. It was small, but it was cosy, with a large sofa and a view over the street that looked like something from a poster. She liked the sirens and car horns and the sounds of the city, despite it being barely outside of Hawkins.
What she really liked though, was watching you operate. Because of the size, you had a strategy to do everything, from laundry to cleaning to cooking. She liked to watch you play fetch with your dog, taco, or try and cook pancakes. You’d mastered the art of small-space living, and she thrived on it.
Friday nights were your favourite nights, mostly because you and Robin both finished work earlier and had the whole weekend ahead of you. Sometimes you went out, but you mostly stayed in, eating takeout and watching shitty movies that Robin hated but you loved.
“There’s just no plot to this!” Robin shouted, glaring at you from her end of the couch.
“You need to appreciate that she’s a hooker but he’s not paying her for sex,” you explained. Pretty Woman was not going down well.
“That’s stealing,” robin said, sitting back.
“Well he’s paying her, and they’ve only sort of had sex, and they fall in love! It’s romantic!” You said.
“I mean he’s like 20 years older than her,” Robin retorted.
“It’s a film Robin, and it’s Richard Gere,” you said, “it’s era appropriate.”
“He’s a perve,” she whined.
“Ok maybe he’s a bit of a perve, but love is love, right?”
“God,” she sighed, putting her head back.
“Just. Watch it,” you told her. She didn’t reply.
After a while, Robin has stopped watching the film and was sliding her feet nearer to you, wiggling her toes under the blanket for attention. You ignored her, staring at the screen. Eventually you gave in and flicked her toe, but still not shifting your gaze.
She slowly started to move, shifting up the couch over you, positioning her legs on either side of yours. She sat down on your lap, your hands moving to her thighs without thinking, and you finally shifted your gaze.
“Can I help you?” You asked, looking at her nonchalantly.
“I don’t know, you got any money?” She said, biting her lip.
“Robin I live in a shoebox, I don’t have any money,” you said, and she giggled adorably.
“Well, that didn’t work how I wanted it to,” she sighs, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
“How was it supposed to work?” You reply, shifting to lie more comfortably, and then pulling her hands from her face and interlocking her fingers with yours. She watches your actions, appearing timid.
“I don’t know, I kind of wanted you to make it rain,” she muttered, stifling laughter as she said it.
“I can pour my small change jar over you if you want,” she smiled, chest twitching.
“How much is in there?” She asks.
“I don’t know, like 2 dollars, but if it’s volume you’re after, it’s mostly in cents.” You say.
“I don’t think that would have the desired effect,” she ponders, and then seems deep in thought.
“When I’m head of state police, I swear, I’ll embezzle money and we can make it rain all the time,” you add, sitting up, your face now centimetres from hers. She gets closer, and you’re smiling up into her eyes, your heart doing little somersaults behind your ribs.
“That sounds naughty,” she whispers.
“Yeah well, if I got caught I’d do up to 10 years per $10,000 I stole,” you say.
“Is that all?” Her hands weave around your neck, yours resting on her hips.
“And a $25,000 fine,” you say.
“Oh, well maybe it’s not worth the risk,” she utters.
“You’d probably go down as an accessory.” Her eyes are hooded, and seem endless when they’re this close to yours.
“Go down you say?” She smirks, and then your lips brush together.
Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!
1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?
2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?
3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.
4) What is your favourite genre to write for?
5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?
6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?
7) When is your preferred time to write?
8) Where do you take your inspiration from?
9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?
10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?
11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?
12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?
13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?
14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.
15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?
16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?
17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.
18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?
19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?
20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?
21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?
22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?
23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?
24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?
25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?
26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?
27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?
28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?
29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?
30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?
31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)
32) Are any of your characters based on real people?
33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?
34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?
35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?
36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?
37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?
38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.
39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?
40) Do people know you write fanfiction?
41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?
42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.
43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?
44) What is the last line you wrote?
45) What spurs you on during the writing process?
46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?
47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?
48) What’s your favourite trope to write?
49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?
50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
My favourite thing is this little horny anon sending me Robin requests honey I KNOW I FEEL YOU.Just know I havent written them yet but they’re on my list I too would like to be rawed by miss Robin Buckley
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