Hey, i have been loving your work. I was wondering if you can write a fic where Hopper finds out that his daughter and Robin have been dating for ages. Can it also have a happy ending?
stop this is so cute 🥹 thank you for requesting!! the fic can be found here!
summary: in which, your door never needed to be open three inches until the day your dad came home early.
pairing: robin buckley x fem!hopper!reader
wc: 2.1k
You and Robin had been dating for a while. Most of your friends knew it. The Party knew it, Steve knew it (obviously, he had been Robin's wingman), Nancy, Jonathan, practically your whole group.
Except for your dad.
It wasn't like you were necessarily afraid to tell him, even though you totally were. Chief Jim Hopper had faced interdimensional monsters, things that definitely shouldn't exist, and a little girl who could probably blow up the whole town if she wanted. He would be fine if he found out. Probably. You just didn't exactly want him to.
He still thought you and Robin were just best friends. You could just tell him "Robin will be there" and Hopper would agree to any and all plans immediately. He liked her, or at least liked her presence more than the others. Especially since the time she had given him the cassette tape of his favorite album, of which he only had the record. You had honestly never seen your dad smile more times in a minute than when she handed it to him. You had been the victim of hearing it every time he drove you anywhere afterward.
"I think he tolerates me now," Robin later whispered to you in between kisses hidden behind the privacy of your bedroom door. You had laughed softly, flicking her arm gently as the record you had put on in the corner kept spinning.
"He always liked you, idiot. He was practically skipping to the truck after you gave that tape to him," you whispered back, the two of you dissolving into giggles on your bed at the visual.
Your dad liked her, of that you were sure. But being your girlfriend? You weren't too sure how he would react to the news. So you put off telling him for a while. It wasn't exactly that you were hiding. Robin couldn't hide the way her eyes softened whenever she looked at you, or the constant need to just be near you. Your dad was just a little oblivious; for a chief of police, he didn't notice any of it.
El was the first one to catch you in the cabin, walking in on the two of you curled into the couch together, closer than friends would be. You had made her swear not to tell Hopper, and she never did. Only she knew the reason behind the lingering looks, the hand-brushing, the soft smiles. She didn't tell, and you had never been more grateful.
She was currently out of the house, probably somewhere with Max, and Hopper was still at work, meaning you and Robin had the house to yourselves.
A record was spinning in the corner, the soft music floating through the air as you tried to focus on the book you were reading rather than the feeling of Robin's hand tracing circles on your arm. Instead of hiding out in your room, the empty house gave you two the opportunity to sit way too close together in your living room. The two of you were just talking about random things; mostly you talking about the book you were reading and Robin listening to your words.
Eventually, you sighed and put the book down after marking your place with a slip of paper. You couldn't focus on the words, not with the combination of her gentle touch on your arm and the thoughts bouncing around your brain like they were trying to escape.
One of them was successful. "What d'you think my dad would say if he knew?" you asked softly, suddenly.
Robin's hand stilled on your arm. "About the whole...liking girls part? Or the me part?"
"Both?"
Robin shifted next to you, moving so that she was now sitting facing you on your couch. "The man has fought actual monsters, angel. I don't think this will faze him much," she murmured softly, voice soothing. "If you ever decide to tell him. It'll all turn out okay, I promise." You leaned into her a little more, nodding slightly. "Unless he decides he wants to explode my head because I'm dating his daughter. That would be bad."
The thoughts in your head slowed down a little as you registered that, the soft laugh that fell from your lips making her eyes light up again. "Robin."
"But what if he can like, read minds or something?" Robin asked a little more seriously. "Holy shit, what if he reads mine and sees the fact that you're the only thing in it and he just decides to like, arrest me or something—"
"Robin!" you huffed, trying (and failing) to hold in your amusement.
She gave you a solemn look. "You never know. Maybe everyone in your family has powers and—"
You leaned forward and kissed her before she could finish her sentence, smiling so hard it was almost impossible to do so. She melted immediately, hand sliding up to rest reverently against the side of your face, her touch so gentle you might've mistaken it for your imagination.
When you pulled away, Robin was pouting. "Rude," she huffed, "didn't even let me finish my sentence."
You mimicked her expression. "Sorry, just wanted to get that out of my system. Continue." The two of you were locked in a pouting stand-off before Robin rolled her eyes at you. The corner of her lips kept twitching, betraying the fact that she was holding back a smile.
"Well, I didn't get it out of mine. Come back." You really didn't need to be asked twice. You leaned forward again, just as her smile fully took over her face.
You were so lost in the way her smile felt against your lips that you didn't hear the door unlocking until it was already closed again.
Robin, who had far better reflexes than you, managed to pull away so fast it was a miracle she didn't get whiplash. By the time the door had fully closed, she had set her face into something that would look normal to everyone else. You knew better, and you could see the way it looked too normal.
You, on the other hand, barely had time to pull your thoughts together as you registered the fact that your dad was standing right there and much earlier than he was supposed to be. You vaguely noticed the small space Robin had left when she had pulled away, and you fought the urge to lean back into her space, into her warmth.
Instead, you turned to face your dad, your voice a carefully constructed tone that you were definitely faking. "Home early? What gives, Dad?" you called over Robin's shoulder, who raised a slightly shaking hand in a wave.
Hopper shrugged, toeing off his shoes and leaving them by the door. "Slow day. Flo said she would take care of the rest." There was a rustle as he took off both his jacket and his hat, hanging them both on the hook by the door. You hummed in acknowledgement. "Hello, Buckley. Infiltrating my house again?"
Robin's posture was a little stiff when she turned her head to face Hopper. "Something like that, chief," she said, forcing a cheerful tone as her eyes kept darting back to you. When Hopper finally turned around, his eyes were flicking between the two of you and the very pointed gap you had created in between.
Hopper wasn't an idiot.
He saw the way Robin always had some part of her, usually her pinky finger, touching you. Always standing a little too close, always looking at you a little too long. He saw the way your smile lingered far longer when it was directed at her. He might not be knowledgeable in the "teen girl" department, but he knew what someone looked like when they were trying to hide their feelings.
And currently, the way the two of you were making a genuine effort to not look at each other was setting off a lightbulb in his head.
Unfortunately, you noticed the second it lit up behind his eyes. Too late, you thought of the way Robin would come over wearing one of her sweaters and how you would be the one wearing it days later. Too late, you realized your hair was still messed up.
Hopper's eyebrow raised. "Are you two—" You shook your head immediately, trying to play it off. You hadn't even opened your mouth fully before he cut you off. "Don't lie. Robin hasn't looked me in the eye since I got here."
You chanced a look at her. Hopper was right; she looked like a puppy caught doing something it shouldn't be. Usually, she was able to get it together quicker, but not this time. You weren't much better. Your voice, usually so quick to start, was absent. You looked down at the couch, trying to steel your nerves.
Robin's pinky slowly linked with yours, her eyes only looking at you. Your voice was brittle when it finally came. "Yeah," you whispered. When you finally looked up at him, Hopper was looking at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Your throat felt tight. Robin squeezed your pinky, conveying a silent message.
I'm proud of you.
The longer the silence stretched, the deeper the sinking feeling in your stomach became. Your eyes stung as Hopper moved slowly over to the couch, stopping in front of where you were sitting. You were trying to put on a brave face, ready for whatever would come out of your dad's mouth, but it was faltering.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table before his arms were suddenly around you. You froze momentarily before sniffling softly into his shoulder, leaning into him. "It's okay," he murmured. "Still here. Still love you. Nothing changed." Hopper wasn't good at having a heart-to-heart, but you wanted to cry out of relief when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
He pulled away, resting his forearms on his knees. "So," he began, obviously unsure of how to proceed. You knew why. He was torn between the fact that this was Robin, your best friend since forever and the girl who gave him the cassette tape of his favorite album, and the fact that she was dating his daughter. "How long have you been dating my daughter, Buckley?"
Robin stiffened next to you. Now it was your turn to squeeze her pinky. "A year and two months, chief."
Hopper sighed. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, his hand rising to rub his face. "Let me guess. Everyone knew but me?"
"...Yep."
Another sigh. "You're lucky I tolerate you," he finally grumbled. For the first time since he had come home, you cracked a smile. Robin visibly became less tense, squeezing your pinky again. There was a nervous smile on her lips, one that Hopper responded to with raised eyebrows. That was basically his equivalent of a smile. "You and I will be having a conversation later," he said, giving Robin a look. "Right after you two are done gossiping or whatever it is you're doing in my daughter's room."
You groaned. "Dad. Seriously? You've known her for ages."
Hopper shrugged. "Dad protocol. Sorry, kid."
You mirrored his earlier sigh, grabbing Robin's hand and pulling her off the couch as you stood. You shot him one last grateful look, heart feeling a lot lighter, before borderline skipping to your room. Robin gave him a mock salute as you dragged her away.
"That door better stay open!"
You groaned, pulling Robin through the doorway. "And what if I told you I liked it better before we told him?" you huffed.
Robin left the door pointedly only half-closed. "At least you did it," she teased lightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she sat down on your bed.
"And he doesn't hate you and didn't arrest you," you teased back, watching as she pressed her hands to her face and flopped backwards on your bed.
"Yeah, yeah, you were right, whatever," she mumbled, peeking up at you through her fingers.
You laughed, shoving her leg. Her hand came down to tangle with yours automatically, bringing the back of your hand up to her lips. "But seriously," you said quietly, "thanks. For being there."
Robin's smile made you feel like you were floating. "Anytime, angel."
She was tugging you gently to her, but you nudged the door first until it was only open a crack. Then you let her pull you down, curling into her side with your head on her shoulder, your heart feeling lighter than it had in months.
"Hey! Three inch minimum!"
a/n: sorry that took so long guys...school was kicking my ass 💔 but my requests are still open (just might take me a bit to write them oops)! tried something new here and made it from the reader's pov but not sure if i like that or nah... anyway this fic is based on this request!
summary: in which, your dreams aren't always peaceful, but robin's always there for you.
pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
You're hiding something from her, and Robin knows it.
She just has a feeling. Whenever you wake up and your eyes are more tired than usual, you skirt around her questions about how well you slept. She pretends not to notice the extra concealer you dab on in the morning to cover the bags under your eyes. Robin ached to take away that haunted look in your eyes, to get you to talk to her, because she knew what you were hiding.
The monsters still haunted your dreams.
It didn't matter that Vecna was gone. That the Upside Down, the demogorgons, the military, the vines were gone. That everything had finally ended weeks ago and that they couldn't hurt you anymore. It didn't matter because they still existed in your dreams.
Not that you had ever told Robin about it. You were like a cornered, wounded animal whenever she tried to ask you about your sleeping habits, answering all skittishly with your eyes darting away from hers. You had always prided yourself on being strong, not needing to lean on anyone, solving your problems by yourself.
She found out when she accidentally overheard your conversation on the phone with Dustin, who was going through the same thing. She had been taking her clothes back to your shared room when she had heard you softly comforting him, telling him you understood what he was feeling. Robin had a pit in her stomach ever since.
That was two weeks ago, and you still hadn't talked to her about it. So she just pretended that she hadn't heard anything at all, because she knew it wouldn't help anything in your current defensive state if she prodded. She made sure she was always nearby, always there in case you wanted to talk. She didn't push.
It was a quiet, chilly night, the wind gently rustling the fallen leaves on the ground. A calm sort of night. Robin had made you tea before bed, the two abandoned mugs now sitting cold and empty on the nightstand; hers dark red, yours dark purple.
Robin was a very light sleeper, something she had picked up during the constant danger that had surrounded Hawkins over the last few years. Which is why the second her brain registered the sound of you letting out a soft noise under your breath, her eyes flew open. She shifted to face you slowly, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark again. The moon was casting a pale light into the room, the outside world peaceful.
You, however, were currently anything but peaceful.
You were still asleep, but Robin could see the furrow between your brows, the one that only showed when you were stressed or upset, and the way a frown was stuck on your lips. She could see the way you were shaking as another soft sound sounded in your throat.
She carefully placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. "Hey," she whispered into the dark, "angel, wake up." You didn't hear her. Robin shifted a little closer and noticed the light reflecting off the thin tear tracks on your face. She started panicking, shaking you again. "C'mon, angel," she tried again, voice getting a little frantic, "[name], wake up!"
The third time she shook you seemed to work, your eyes snapping open as a semi-scream ripped through your throat. Your eyes were wild and bloodshot from the tears and you were pushing weakly at her hand on your arm, your movements panicked and desperate. Robin let you push her away, eyes wide, sitting up at the same time as you did.
You looked terrified, eyes darting all around the room. You were breathing heavily, stray tears still slowly tracking down your cheeks. She watched you slowly realize that you weren't wherever your stupid subconscious had tricked you into thinking was real, but rather in your own bed. Something in Robin's heart cracked a little at how scared you looked.
She didn't make any sudden moves, not wanting to spook you even more. Her pinky lightly nudged yours, but didn't move afterward, just to let you know that she was here. "It's okay," Robin said softly, masking her own worry to try to ground you with just her voice. "It's okay. They can't get you. You're home. You're safe. I'm here, angel."
She watched your eyes go from fearful to almost desperately relieved as you registered that she was still here. A tiny little sob escaped your throat as you leaned into her, a weight she immediately wrapped her arms around. One arm curled around your waist, her hand resting between your shoulder blades, while her other hand cupped the back of your head. She could feel how much you were shaking in her arms.
Robin's heart hurt as she gently pulled you back with her to lie down again, your head buried into her shoulder. She let go of you only for a moment, just to pull the blankets back up over your shoulders, making a cozy, but not suffocating, cocoon of warmth. It wasn't until you curled right into her side, her voice still whispering soft reassurances, that you broke down.
She didn't say anything yet, because she knew you were vulnerable. You didn't like 'looking weak' in front of people, even your own girlfriend. She just kept whispering soft reassurances until you spoke first.
Your voice was raspy when you finally did. "Robin—"
"It's okay," she murmured softly, "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"I need to," you croaked quietly.
Robin leaned her head forward to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Okay." She pulled away a little, just so she could see your eyes. The hand was between your shoulders was now gently moving its thumb back and forth over the back of your shirt as you spoke.
"It was really bad," you whispered, voice shaking so bad it physically pained her. "They were still there, and—" you cut yourself off to sniffle softly. Robin didn't need to ask who 'they' were. You both knew what you were talking about. "—and we were there. All of us. And you guys got stuck in the vines and then the bats came and the demodogs and then the actual demos. And he froze me there while they kept getting closer to you guys and then a demogorgon got to you first and you—" your voice, which had been cracking every few words, finally broke completely into an almost painful sob.
"Oh, angel," she cooed softly. Robin's hands slid up to hold your face, just for a moment to make sure you saw her, before going back to where they had been and pulling you closer. "Shh, okay, it's okay, it wasn't real." She felt the way your arms were squeezing her waist almost desperately, like you were checking to make sure that she was here, alive.
She held you there gently, her thumb rubbing soothing shapes on your back. When your heaving sobs were reduced to quiet hiccups, she tried to ground you in the way she knew helped you. You always said you liked her voice, claiming it was calming, so she did the thing she was good at: talking.
Her voice was soft, washing over you and soothing your frayed nerves. She talked about some idiot who had called the radio station earlier, about how Will called her for advice all the time, about the latest stupid shit Steve had done that made her laugh. Your shaking started to calm down, and your breathing evened out a little. Your pulse stopped jumping erratically. Her voice was like a lifeboat, one that you didn't know you had needed.
Robin felt the moment you let yourself melt into her, your whole body relaxing against her. She started alternating between speaking softly and pressing little kisses to your hairline. "You don't have to go through this alone, angel," she said quietly, eyes catching yours in the dark. "I'm still here. I know what happened, and I'll be there as many times as you need me to remind you that we're both still here. That we're both alive and kickin' while that asshole and his whole gang of creepy shit is more than six feet under." You let out a wet laugh, almost involuntarily, against her shirt.
"Don't do this alone," she borderline begged, wide brown eyes pleading with yours. "Don't shut me out. Please. I'll be there to catch you when you feel like falling. When you want to talk about it and when you don't. Just promise me you won't bottle this up."
When you nodded softly, she carefully moved the hand that had been around your waist to hold up her pinky between you two. The anxious pit in her stomach fell away when you finally smiled again, your shaking hand coming up to intertwine her pinky finger with yours. She tugged your fingers closer to press a tiny kiss to them, one that made you smile again, which she considered a personal victory. Her hand moved back to rest comfortingly on your back once more.
"I'm here for you," she whispered into the dark. "Nightmares, flashbacks, trauma, everything. You can't get rid of me that easy, angel. You got me, and I got you. Always."
You burrowed in closer to her side, breathing in the smell of her shirt, of your shared laundry detergent, of her. Robin held you tightly, yet gently, making sure you knew she was here. She quietly rambled on about some movie she had seen with Steve, watching as your eyelids grew heavier. This time, you looked peaceful, as peaceful as the moon outside your window.
Robin didn't let go the rest of the night.
In the morning, she made sure that she was there for you in every small way. A hand on your waist, a coffee in front of you, a kiss dropped to the crown of your head.
And when night would fall once more and monsters dared to come back to haunt you, Robin would be there for you with open arms, a soft voice, and comforting little kisses, ones that conveyed I've got you without a single word, because none were needed. You knew Robin would be there for you.
Always.
a/n: WOW i just got possessed by this today what. i've been on a robin kick recently and i blinked and wrote this in one day instead of doing my hw oops... anyway hope u guys liked it!!!
summary: in which, robin keeps every flower you've ever given her.
pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
wc: 1.9k
Robin had a problem.
A very notebook-shaped problem. One with a cover the same color as your favorite part of the sunset: soft purple. To everyone else, it was just a notebook. A plain, regular, unassuming notebook. To Robin, it was a museum to your love, one that she kept tucked away in her nightstand.
Not that you knew about it. Robin made it a point to keep that stupid little notebook shoved as far back in that drawer as possible whenever you were around. She would probably turn into a puddle of embarrassment and die on the spot if you ever found it.
Steve had called her a sap when he had seen it, because carefully placed between each page was a dried flower. Some pages had several flowers, some pages had only one, all diligently secured with tiny little pieces of tape. The decorative kind that didn't really stick to anything at all, which perfectly held the delicate flowers in place. Each one of them had a messy label of the date they had been given to her. By you.
Robin had an entire notebook dedicated to the flowers you had given her over the course of your relationship, with some going even further back. To before you were dating. When she was just your friend, smiling uncontrollably at the little daisy you had plucked off the side of the road and slipped into her pocket.
She had started this whole flower-pressing thing back then, when she had been giddy over getting a flower from you, even if it was from the side of the road. She had stuck it in that purple notebook—the one that she had bought after you said offhandedly that you liked the color—and forgotten about it. Then you gave her another one. And another. And then suddenly, she was painstakingly making sure all of them were perfectly set up on the page in the middle of the night because she couldn't stop thinking about you.
She had realized how absolutely, royally fucked she was when she had accidentally started doodling messy little hearts next to the petals.
After Robin finally mustered enough courage to ramble her way into a date, there were significantly more flowers pressed between the pages because you had discovered that flowers made her smile. You didn't know why, and Robin would never tell you that they reminded her of a certain someone.
Which is why half an hour after you left her place, Robin was sitting on the floor of her room holding a pair of scissors and staring at the little bundle of wildflowers you had given to her earlier. She could still see your tentative little smile when you had asked if she liked them, like that was the most important thing to you.
"D'you like them?" you asked softly, staring at her with those stupid eyes of yours that made her heart do acrobatics in her chest.
Robin looked at you like you were insane and just sprouted a second head before she visibly melted at the timid look on your face. "They're really pretty, angel. Almost as pretty as you," she said, watching your face light up with adoration in her heart, so soft it ached.
She focused on the little bundle in front of her again. She had already put most of them in a vase, which was currently sitting cheerfully on her desk. Robin had plucked one of each flower from the original bundle, and they were now lying carefully on the carpet in front of her.
With all the precision of a lovesick brain surgeon, she trimmed down the stems of the flowers she had chosen and began thoughtfully arranging them on the page in front of her. Robin's mixtape—the one that you had made for her—was playing softly in the corner. She was humming along under her breath, honed in on tenderly placing the little patterned tape over the stems.
She had just grabbed her pen, the nice one she had stolen from Steve's house that he never used, and was scrawling the date on the edge of the page when she heard footsteps.
Shit.
Robin knew that was your hoodie that was sitting on the edge of her bed. You must've realized that you had forgotten it and came back. In the middle of, according to Robin, one of the most embarrassing things ever. Robin stood deathly still for a solid ten seconds while you called her name, thoughts jumbling together until she really couldn't form a complete thought in general.
"Robin?" you called, "you still here?"
She snapped back out of it, scrambling to put everything back to where it had been and almost dropping the scissors on her foot in the process. "Yeah, I'm here, did you forget your hoodie?" she said breathlessly, her words tumbling together in the way they always did when she was stressed out. She knew you would catch it immediately, and normally, she absolutely adored you for it.
But right now, as Robin literally spun in a circle for a second to get her bearings and sweep the cut stems into the trash can, she had never disliked something less. She had just managed to clear everything in a rush and tuck the notebook between her back and the side of her bed when you stuck your head in.
"You okay?" you asked her gently, seeing the mildly panicked look in her eyes and hearing the tone of her voice. In any other circumstance, the way that you could read her so easily would've had Robin effectively rendered a puddle at your feet. Right now, she was too aware of the hard cover of the notebook digging into her lower back.
It was right after she nodded her head a little too fast that she realized her mistake. Your lips immediately pulled into a soft frown, one that Robin ached to make go away. Without making any sudden moves, you grabbed your hoodie before plopping down in front of her. "Robin."
"[name]."
"Robin."
"[name]."
"Baby." God, Robin should've banned you from saying that a long time ago. It did extremely unfair things to her cardiovascular system. And her ability to speak coherently. She saw your eyes dart around her, as if checking to see if she was okay after she didn't respond that time. She watched your eyes trail down her left arm before lingering there.
Robin froze.
Almost comically slowly, she slid her gaze to see what you were looking at, and then promptly realized that she did an absolute shit job at hiding the notebook. A taunting purple corner was still peeking out from just behind her wrist.
She jerked it further back immediately, locking eyes with you again. She was met with your searching ones, tilting your head slightly as you deciphered the level of Robin-panic you saw.
Once you saw that it wasn't anything you should just drop for her sake, you made a slow move to see what she was hiding behind her back. She immediately shifted again. You raised an eyebrow.
"It's nothing," Robin said quickly. She was fidgeting, and she knew it. She knew you could see right through her.
You moved a little closer to her, your legs crossed and your knees touching. "If it's nothing, then why're you hiding it?" you asked innocently, tilting your head slightly.
Robin almost gave in immediately because that stupid head tilt was honestly incredibly unfair on your end. You knew what that did to her resolve.
She quickly collected herself, shaking her head violently. "'m not hiding anything—"
"Robin."
Robin mirrored the look you were giving her before yelping as you suddenly lunged for the notebook. It took her a solid five seconds of processing before she realized it was missing from its place behind her back. It took her another five seconds to register that it was sitting tauntingly in your hands.
Fuck.
Robin froze in place, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't open it. That you would just see a stupid notebook. Robin should have known that she wouldn't have that kind of luck when you flicked your eyes up to meet her own. Once you saw only resignation there, you opened it immediately.
She thought that now would be the perfect time for the floor to swallow her up out of sheer embarrassment. Or to move to a remote island and change her name. Or just melt into the bed behind her.
Naturally, Robin panicked and started rambling as you quietly flipped through the pages. "Okay, listen, I know it's, like, the stupidest and lamest thing ever and you probably think it's really ridiculous and pathetic and also probably embarrassing, for me at least, and—"
"Robs," you murmured, voice so soft it carried enough adoration to knock her flat over if she had heard you. Which she didn't, too focused on the panic to see the way your eyes lingered on every page. Her hands had come up to scrub up and down her face.
"—I didn't want you to see it because you'd know your girlfriend is an absolute loser who keeps everything because you gave it to her—"
You put the notebook down in your lap, tapping her knee gently to not overwhelm her. "Robin, baby, breathe, yeah?" you said softly, snapping her out of it. Her eyes were rapidly moving between yours, peeking out from the gaps between her fingers, trying to read your expression.
"Sorry," she whispered. Your hand lingered next to her knee as you picked up the notebook again. Now that she could see a little more clearly, Robin noticed the way you were looking at the contents of the notebook, your eyes painfully soft.
"This is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen," you murmured gently, voice awed. Your eyes slid from the flowers on the pages to her own, her breath catching at the look you gave her, as if she had personally plucked stars from the night sky and painstakingly taped them to the pages just for you. "You're the cutest person ever. Why would you think that it's embarrassing?"
Robin couldn't really answer properly, not while you were looking at her like that. You gently ran your fingers over the dried petals, the doodled hearts, the carefully written dates, before placing the notebook next to you, still open to the page she had been working on only a few minutes ago. You were looking at Robin like she had hung the moon, and it was seriously messing with her brain. And her impulse control.
But you were looking up at her, a soft smile on your lips, and nothing else really mattered to her. "You kept all of them," you whispered, less of a question and more of a reverent breath.
Robin's breath stuttered when your hands gently fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. "They reminded me of you," she mumbled, gaining a little confidence back from your adoring gaze. "Beautiful, but not as beautiful as the one who gave me them."
Your face turned hot, unable to stop a giddy little smile from blooming at your lips. "Sap," you teased softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek.
"Only for you," she said quietly. "You really think the flower thing isn't stupid?"
She watched as you shook your head violently, like the very thought was an insult. "I think it's adorable and perfect, and that you're adorable and perfect."
Before you could gush over the pages any further, Robin tugged you in by a gentle guiding hand on your jaw, pressing her lips to yours in the softest way possible. Her thumb was gently stroking back and forth over your cheek, smiling when you leaned into it. When she finally pulled away, she didn't look embarrassed anymore, whispering softly against your lips like a secret promise between the two of you.
"I'll keep every flower you give me as long as you keep looking at me like that, angel."
a/n: guess who's back back again!!!! first fic back guys not super proofread...but I had this idea flying around my brain for a while so I wanted to get it out to beat my writer's block :)
Could you write some fun lil headcanons about Miles and Gwen (separate) taking a cooking class with their gn partner?
wait this is so cute omg.
Cooking Class.
Includes: 1610! Miles & Gwen
Miles Morales:
⤷ this was definitely his idea. he surprised you with it and was so INCREDIBLY excited to go with you.
⤷ he claims it's because he "doesn't want you to burn down the kitchen", but you both know you're not that bad of a cook. it was a very thinly veiled excuse because he wanted to spend time with you!
⤷ when you actually get to the class, he was barely listening to the instructor because he was too busy checking to see if you looked interested or not
⤷ doesn't believe in measuring things.
⤷ this results in an almost catastrophic incident with the amount of butter he almost put into the mix before you stopped him
⤷ had to ban him from "measuring" ingredients because he just did his own thing and was put on mixing duty for the rest of the class
⤷ scoffed when the instructor explicitly told the class to be careful with the stove ("spider-man's always careful!") and then promptly almost burned his fingerprints off
⤷ almost put salt instead of sugar because he was too busy watching you measure other ingredients, eyebrows furrowed at the scale you were looking at, instead of looking at whatever bag he had grabbed
⤷ somehow the food still turns out good! which has him standing next to you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face when the teacher taste-tested it
⤷ was more concerned whether or not you thought it was good and practically jumped up and down when you gave him a thumbs-up in approval
⤷ decided to swear to himself that he would force himself to listen to as many stupid spiels about oven safety and the importance of measuring from these classes as long as you would look at him like that by the end of them.
Gwen Stacy:
⤷ planned this out so far in advance it's insane
⤷ like I mean she found the information weeks in advance and asked you immediately if you wanted to do it. totally didn't schedule it embarrasingly fast after you said yes
⤷ said it was a good way for her to brush up on her cooking skills (liar. she just wanted to do it with you)
⤷ when I tell you she is LOCKED IN when you guys get there. like listening to every instruction with all of her attention.
⤷ well, almost all of her attention. she's fiddling with your fingers behind the counter you two are sitting behind.
⤷ ties your apron for you but almost turns into a puddle when you do the same for her
⤷ definitely measures everything exactly.
⤷ will give you an insane side eye if she catches you doing something without measuring. she sighs and gives up after you look at her for long enough because she's weak for you tired of managing you as well as the stand mixer.
⤷ makes sure you're being careful and that you don't bump your head when you reach down to grab something below the counter
⤷ looks so proud of herself when it comes out good. she let you try it first and her eyes had been glued to your face for your reaction. when you smiled, she mirrored it and didn't stop smiling until you two left.
⤷ definitely makes that meal again in the future to surprise you if you liked it. she says it reminds her of you, and she lives for the giddy little smile you give her. every. time.
a/n: guess who's back back again!!! finally clearing this one out because I randomly got the motivation oops. no idea what's going on with the image formatting though...trust i will fix it in the next one!
{˗ˏˋ Robin Buckley ˎˊ˗}
flowers.
[in which, robin keeps every flower you've ever given her.]
nightmares.
[in which, your dreams aren't always peaceful, but robin's always there for you.]
chief's daughter.
[in which, your door never needed to be open three inches until the day your dad came hone early.]
kind of forgot I had this account guys sorry 💔 my life became very chaotic very fast but I have returned to try and be consistent i hope
very much debating if I clear out my inbox from two years ago that still has two atsv requests in it or just open requests for my two current fixations (st and pjo)
let me know!
do I clear out my 2 spiderverse requests first or open requests for st and pjo
by a very small margin, requests for stranger things and percy jackson are now open! I will be updating my masterlists as I post requests, which is why they are currently blank... please refer to my rules page before making a request! :)
if i feel like knocking out some old requests before then i will dw 🤞🏻
kind of forgot I had this account guys sorry 💔 my life became very chaotic very fast but I have returned to try and be consistent i hope
very much debating if I clear out my inbox from two years ago that still has two atsv requests in it or just open requests for my two current fixations (st and pjo)
let me know! [edit: check reblogs for update!]
do I clear out my 2 spiderverse requests first or open requests for st and pjo
Hobie X reader who doesn’t admit they’re punk. They diy everything, only listen to hardcore punk, and have the political beliefs but just don’t admit it.
i love this idea omg 🫶🏻
Stubborn.
Hobie Brown x StubbornPunk!Gn!Reader
Warnings: fluff!!, a lil cursing
"That's li'erally the basis of what being punk is, love."
You sighed heavily and turned to look at Hobie. He looked back at you with a smirk, sitting cross-legged on the edge of your bed. You had just finished ranting to him about something that you saw the day before, walking around in front of him because you couldn't sit still, and pinning the problems on the (in your words) 'shitty problem solvers in the government'.
After explaining the very simple solutions that those people refused to acknowledge, you stopped to take a breath, allowing Hobie to drop that sentence into the break.
It wasn't that you had a problem with being a punk—if anything, you were far from that. You just didn't think that you qualified as a punk; a fact that Hobie made sure to challenge every chance he got.
You stood there in silence, looking at Hobie, who sat with a smug little expression on his face. "Seriously?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.
"I'm just sayin'," he said innocently. You weren't fooled.
"What's with you always trying to prove to me that I'm punk?" you asked exasperatedly, crossing your arms. "Aren't you the one who always says he 'hates labels'?"
There's silence for a moment. Then, you hear a light chuckle from behind you and the slight creak of your bed as Hobie stood. "I suppose I did say that," he said, slightly amused. You watched as he slowly walked past you, to your closet in the corner. "But even I admit that I fall somewhere under that ca'egory." You raise an eyebrow as he opens the closet door with a slight flourish. He peeks back behind the door at you, raising an eyebrow as he glanced into the small, but cluttered closet. You nodded, showing that you were fine if he looked in there.
You heard him faintly mutter something under his breath as he pushed some stuff around in there before a soft ha! met your ears. Hobie turned back to face you, holding up your favorite jacket, the one that had all the little patches you made sewn on. You could still see where you painted a few designs onto it, creeping behind the fabric. You raised your eyebrows. "You made this yourself," he said simply, gently laying it down on your bed. It was phrased as a question, but he spoke it like a fact, which it was.
You sighed, knowing what was coming. He slowly pulled out every article of clothing you had ever added your own touch to, laying them on top of each other. "An' this," he said, pulling out another pair of jeans.
You looked at the slowly growing pile on your bed and sighed again. "Please tell me you're putting that back yourself," you mumbled. Hobie paused slightly in his little quest.
"Only if you admit it," he said cheekily, pulling out more things from the closet. If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you had forgotten half of those even existed. You sighed once more, watching as he finished going through your closet. "These," he says, waving a hand at the pile on your bed, "were all somewhat made by you, even in a small way. Correct?"
You nodded hesitantly, confused as to where he was going with this. Hobie closed your closet door. "What was the last music genre you lis'ened to?" he asked. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he spoke again. "Punk. Punk rock, specifically."
"What does that have anything to do with—"
Hobie held up a finger as he interrupted your sentence. "You've got the politics"—his face wrinkled slightly at that word, making you crack a little smile—"an' the style," he says, vaguely gesturing at you and the pile of clothes on your bed. "All you're missin' is a big ol' neon sign that just says punk on it." You rolled your eyes, and just as you opened your mouth to speak, Hobie cut in again. "Just admit it," he teased, standing in front of you.
"Why are you so adamant in getting me to 'admit it'?" you huffed, crossing your arms. Hobie chuckled, tilting his head the slightest bit.
"Because you're so stubborn, swee'heart," he said, leaning slightly closer to you. You narrowed your eyes playfully, not really able to combat that statement since it was a fact. Hobie mirrored you, locking you into a stare-down of sorts. Due to the fact that your eyes were beginning to water (and Hobie didn't look like he was going to blink any time soon), you stepped away from him with an eye roll.
You walked back to the pile of clothes, carefully starting to put them back where they were. "Still not a punk," you muttered, folding a pair of jeans that were adorned with little patches. You saw Hobie raise an eyebrow at the irony, but he (for once) didn't say anything. Instead, when you turned around to grab another thing to put back, he was already there, holding out another jacket. You sighed, bringing a smirk to his face, and took it back to where it was supposed to be.
"Are you trying to bribe me into admitting it?" you asked, turning around to grab another hanger.
"Depends," Hobie teased, "is it workin'?" You shot him a deadpan look, turning back to the closet.
"No."
Just as you hung it up, a pair of arms made their way around your torso and pulled you backward onto your bed. You stumbled slightly before landing on your back, glaring at Hobie, who now stood above you. He gave you a little grin before promptly landing on you. You raised an eyebrow as he lifted his head slightly to look at you. "'M not gettin' up until you admit it, darlin'" he mumbled, smirking slightly.
You sighed, knowing damn well that he meant every word. "Okay, that's just cheating," you complained, glaring playfully at him. Hobie just shrugged, showing no signs of moving any time soon. You two lay there in silence until you closed your eyes and sighed once more. You saw a smile slowly creep onto Hobie's lips as he raised his head, just a little.
"Fine," you grumbled, exasperated. "Maybe I do qualify as punk."
You felt Hobie shift slightly, before lifting himself partially off of you. "There, was that so difficult?" he said lightly, grinning. You rolled your eyes as he helped you up. Just as you were about to go back to putting your clothes back into your closet, he tugged you back gently, a hand on your arm. You felt him gently kiss your head before moving his hand from your arm. "Stubborn," he mumbled affectionately, letting you go back. He sat on your bed, handing you clothes as you put them back.
"Since you admitted it, finally, I'm stickin' to my word and helping you," he said, running his fingers along the edges of a patch on my shorts.
You hide a smile. "That's a new one," you teased softly, turning your head to look at him. He mock-gasped, the edges of his lips turning into a smile.
"Rude!"
sorry this took so long guys 🥲
it ended up longer than i expected but wtv
if the formatting is being wacky w the photos just ignore it I'll try n fix it later 😾
Hello can you do Spider verse characters (separately) x Mute reader? please and thankyou!
ofc 🫶🏻
Spider-Squad x Mute! Reader
Includes: Miles (e1610), Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr
miles: red
gwen: pink
pavitr: orange
hobie: blue
you: green
all signs will be italicized!!
Miles Morales:
i feel like he would already know a little sign language like insomniac miles from a school course he picked up
not enough to be fluent but he knows a decent amount
but when he meets you?
when i tell you he is scrambling.
his hands are shaky when he signs to you, he forgets signs-
you get the idea
so he does the only reasonable thing: spending his free time practicing and learning more signs
he wanted to impress you a lil :( <3
definitely had to practice his signs right before he went to find you
Miles smiled sheepishly after he nearly ran into you. His hand was shaky (but he wasn't going to admit that) as he waved to you. "hey."
You smiled at him. "hi."
"what's your name?"
You fingerspelled your name for him, slowly. You gave him your sign name as well, watching as he tried to hide the way his face lit up (it didn't work). You felt your smile grow slightly.
"i'm miles."
after that initial meeting, you two would run into each other more often
sometimes stopping for a conversation when you weren't busy
you would hold back a grin whenever miles forgot a sign, eventually supplying it for him
he liked signing with you :)
the way you would always smile at him while he switched from talking to signing made his heart flutter <3
if you guys were busy, you'd flash him a little smile that made him damn near melt into a puddle
he gradually got better at sign language, thanks to you <3
definitely takes advantage of his knowledge to talk to you when he shouldn't be
You watched as Miles made a subtle face at the man talking. He discreetly turned to you. "do you think i can leave without him seeing me?" he signed, trying to keep it subtle.
You held back a smile and shook your head. "not with your stealth," you signed, a teasing look on your face. He made a mock-offended face and you hid your smile from the man talking with your hand.
"rude!"
Gwen Stacy:
when she met you originally, she didn't know any sign language
but over time, she grew curious
she wanted to get to know you!!
so naturally, she waited until you two were in the same room and weren't supposed to be talking to each other
and she "discreetly" slipped you a little note
written in her charmingly rushed handwriting that made you smile <3
hey, how's your day going?
You smiled at the little doodle of a spider she had made after her sentence. You wrote a quick reply back, drawing a tiny heart at the end.
good, you?
The paper was slid back, and you watched as she smiled, her heart stuttering at the drawing.
you two became friends after that
she would randomly show up unannounced and just talk
you would smile and write your thoughts on a page and slide it to her
this was routine for a while
but little did you know, she was learning sign language in her free time
she wanted to surprise you <3
so after a few weeks of knowing each other (and gwen practicing in a mirror), she finally walked up to you again, asking you the same question she always did
"hey, how is your day going?"
You stood in shock for a moment before a grin stretches across your face. "you know sign language?"
Gwen nodded, her expression a little embarrassed. "i wanted to learn it, for you," she signed hesitantly, unaware of the fluttering that had begun in your stomach.
you two got even closer after that
it was easier for gwen to just pass a note back and forth, but she liked seeing how expressive you were when you signed
it made her happy to see you telling her about her day in the way you wanted to
and that made all those hours of learning worth it <3
"are you paying attention?" you signed, raising an eyebrow.
Gwen snapped out of her moment of just quietly watching you. Her hands fiddled with the edge of her sleeve before coming up with a response. "of course i'm paying attention!" she signed defensively, a little smile painted on her face.
Hobie Brown:
definitely slipped you a little note within the first five minutes of seeing you
which was super random, since you had never met him before
you had seen him around, but still
so when he took the seat next to you and slid a little note over to you, you were
confused, to say the least
but he was interesting
and the little smile of his had you drawn in :)
hi, what's your name?
You looked at the paper, then at the man beside you. You quickly wrote back, sliding the paper back toward him with a smile slowly creeping onto your face.
[name], what's yours?
hobie. i like your name, it fits you :)
if that caused a little flutter in your stomach, you weren't going to admit it
after that, you two ran into each other more often
eventually, he asked you if you could teach him sign language
he had been doing some practice on his own time (<3) but he wanted you to help him (<3)
you agreed ofc making his day in the process
he was a fast learner
especially when it came to you :)
Hobie furrowed his brow, piercings glinting in the light, as he watched you sign.
"what is your name?" you signed patiently, waiting for him to either write the answer or sign back. You watched as his face suddenly lit up and he fingerspelled his name back.
"h-o-b-i-e."
You grinned at him, unaware of how the expression made a slight heat rise to his cheeks. He smiled back, ready for the next question.
there was a lot of that ngl
but once this man gets more comfortable signing?
it's fucking over
he's never shy about voicing his opinions, but he likes the smile you try to hide when he signs them to you and only you
someone talking and hobie doesn't like them?
he's signing to you some dumb shit about the situation
wants to talk to you when he isn't supposed to?
he's nudging your shoulder with his elbow and starting a conversation, not really caring that it's obvious
"what do you think would happen if i just walked out of the door right now?" Hobie signed, sighing a long-suffering sigh.
"either nothing or something," you signed back, biting back a smile as he huffed, a little smirk curving his lips.
"helpful."
Pavitr Prabhakar:
you spotted him from across the room one day
and his energy was...infectious
he intrigued you in a good way
so you found yourself smiling when you sat next to him and slid a little slip of paper to him
hi, what's your name? i'm [name].
The boy beside you smiled at the paper and quickly wrote something back in his strangely neat handwriting. You watched as he slid it back to you, a smile playing on his lips.
i'm pavitr! :)
after that little moment, the two of you became friends
you liked his energy, his personality, his smile-
you get the idea
whenever you two hung out, you would always leave with a smile on your face :)
during one of these hangouts, you opened to door to find pavitr on the other side as usual
he grinned an adorable mischievous little grin as he walked in
the two of you sat on the floor like always
he was talking about something funny that happened while he was feeding the stray dogs
when he suddenly turned to you and started signing
"what did you think of the movie we watched last week?"
You sat there for a moment, a little grin appearing on your face. "it was good, but you know sign language?" you signed back, tilting your head slightly. Pavitr's heart fluttered, unknown to you.
yeah, turns out he was learning it in secret to surprise you (<3)
he was so proud of himself for picking it up so quickly for you :,)
and if the thought of him learning it on his own made you smile and your stomach do a little flip, well
that was no one's business
he already learned a lot, but you wanted to help him too (<3)
he gratefully accepted the help
he wanted to spend more time with you <3
"pavitr? are you even listening?" you signed with a huff, looking at the boy sitting on the couch in front of you. He snapped out of whatever daze he was in with a quick shake of the head.
"yeah, d-u-h," he signed back, nodding a few times with a convincing smile. You playfully narrowed your eyes at him before continuing, unaware of the fact that he wasn't watching what you were signing. He was watching you.
Hiiii, could you please write headcanons of 1610!Miles having a younger sibling? Not a spiderperson tho. Also pretend that his younger sibling was also in ITSV and ATSV movies! 😄 (fun fact, Miles actually had a little baby sister in the comics)
HIII
1610! Miles with a younger! sibling
1610! Miles Morales + Gn!Younger!Sibling Reader
red: miles
green: you
ok so depending like how much younger than him you are
it would be a lil different
let's say you were like a decent few years younger, not rly close in age
y'all would be pretty chill ngl
"miles?"
"yeah?"
"can you help me with my drawing?"
"..."
"..."
"ok fine. just stop with the puppy eyes."
if you're like way younger than him and you give him your best puppy eyes that man is a goner.
however.
if you guys are like similar in age, with you being a few years younger
the two of you will be switching between:
BESTIES!!!!
i hate you.
"wow, this is actually a great drawing."
"...thank you?"
*literally five minutes later*
"get your arachnid-looking ass out of my way."
"extremely unnecessary. but okay."
you found out the fact he was spider-man relatively quick
yk that one scene in itsv when he gets everything in his dorm room stuck to him?
that happened once at home
you just strolled in and he's standing on one of the walls sideways
attempting to un-stick several drawing tools off of his hands.
one of which was also stuck to the ceiling, may i add.
you kinda just stood there for a moment
both of you engaged in like a staredown typa thing
"i can explain."
"why the fuck are you standing parallel to the floor??"
"..."
"you spiderman or something?"
"...maybe?"
you were originally joking with that sentence, but okay
anyway from that point on you had to restrain yourself from using the "miles is spider-man!" card with your parents
forced him to swing you around the city once
big mistake!!
miles will insistently claim that you were clinging to him so hard that you cut off his blood circulation.
"we are HUNDREDS OF FEET UP IN THE AIR MILES! DO YOU WANT ME TO FALL AND DIE??"
"you really don't need to yell in my ear. maybe i should drop you-"
"do not."
miles will literally never admit it but he was ridiculously worried for you while he was with the other spiders during itsv
the same in atsv
but both of you would rather eat the dust beneath the other's bed than admit that you missed each other
the most you would probably do when he came back home would be like this sad shoulder pat
"good on you for not dying."
"thank you for not getting kidnapped by a random villain dude."
"aww, were you worried about me?"
"nah. did you miss me?"
"no. i finally got to take my time in the bathroom in the morning."
this is a lie.
if miles wasn't preoccupied with trying not to die, he would be picking at his nails, hoping you were okay
meanwhile, you were almost missing the annoying knocks on the door and the accompanying "god, hurry up!"
when gwen finally visited him in atsv, you were so prepared.
subtly embarrassing your older brother in any way possible
for funsies!!
"yo, miles! why is your bright pink teddy bear in the middle of the fucking hallway??"
"shut up. that's not mine."
bro definitely apologized to the teddy bear afterward
you definitely tried to fight someone for miles at least once
he watched in amusement the whole time.
but if it actually started turning out to be a physical fight he would pick you up and/or drag you away
you're not gonna get hurt because of him
"let me go! i can take him-"
"sorry, no can do. mama would murder both of us."
there was one time when he almost got into a fight with someone because he heard them talking about you
you had to use all your strength and will to drag him outta there
"damn your stupid mutant spider strength-"
"radioactive."
"i didn't ask. c'mon, spidey."
shenanigans aside, you were always there for him whenever he came back late after his spider duties
you didn't ask questions, because most of the time, he didn't look like he would answer them
so you quietly patched him up, cracking stupid little jokes to see him smile
if he wanted to talk about it, you would listen
maybe even give him a hug, which you never really do
the next morning he would let you steal some food from his plate to thank you
maybe even take you for a swing, only if you promised not to cut off blood supply to his arms
all in all, miles n his younger sibling's relationship would be very funny to watch but also very sweet <3
his lil baby sis in the comics was so adorable omg 😭 🫶🏻
i was gonna make this shorter but it ran away from me 😦
