summary: who knew cutting hair could make you realize so much.
pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
notes: friends to lovers (kinda), yearning, awkwardness
w.c: 1.6k
a/n: first one in the books! I wrote this in two hours in the middle of the night, if there are any mistakes, no there aren't. i don't want to proof read, thanks much! <3 If you have any notes, or feedback, or just want to chat, please don't hesitate to reach out!
In Hawkins, it was difficult to present yourself in certain ways. Everyone wore the same outfit, and haircut, and listened to the same music, so, if you did anything differently, you seemed like an alien. strange and unusual. a select few of the students at Hawkins High would change it up and embrace the strange and unusual, whether it be wearing bright colors or staying up till the next morning to paint a mural outside the school.
With a week off of school during Robin's senior year, and after months of convincing, she finally lets you cut her hair. Although it was short before, you thought she would look great with it just a few inches shorter. Robin was stern on that was as short as it would get, not wanting to be taunted anymore at the school, however, your kind words and friendly affection were able to assure the girl of her decision.
"Rob, just settle down," you laugh, your voice echoing in the small, already messy bathroom, "It's just your hair, it'll grow back,"
"no, no, you do not understand." Robin's voice shakes, her hands waving frantically as she allows herself to sit on the stool placed in front of the mirror, "my hair is like, like one of my only redeeming qualities, I've worked hard on this," With a shake of your head and a soft giggle, you gently brush the girl's hair, laying it flat. your eyes fall on the nervous girl in the mirror, the way her cheeks become rosy from the nerves and constant soft touches. It made you feel like you needed to go run a mile to get your thoughts away.
Robin's voice snapped you out of your thoughts when she handed the scissors to you, "just get it over already, you were so excited an hour ago," she jokes, looking up at you through the mirror. "it's just making me more nervous,"
"Don't be so dramatic," you speak softly, taking the scissors and eyeing the correct length for the new cut. With a now nervous composure, you cut the back of her hair, watching as the light auburn hair fell to the tile. "Oh my goodness," you snicker, "is it too late to tell you I've never done this before?" a quick gasp from Robin sounds as you both burst into a fit of giggles.
just a few moments later, the basic outline of her hair is done. Cutting it to the correct length, a few inches off so it sits just above her chin, perfect all the way around. "It looks so weird!" the girl smiles, running her hands through it, "it's different but I kinda like it," she moves her head around in the mirror, surveying each side and shaking the loose hairs to the counter.
"Well, I think it looks rather nice, Buckley," you smirk, looking down at her as she sits back on the stool, facing you. Her legs straddle the back of the seat, a smug look on her face. The look sends a feeling through your body, she's never looked at you like this, and you weren't sure how to feel about it. "just need to finish a few things," you quickly mumble, your hands returning to the girl's hair to craft some layers and trim her bangs. "There,"
without thinking, your touch lingers as your hand gently waves through the girl's hair, Robin's eyes never leaving yours. The crash of the scissors leaving your hand snaps you both out of your thoughts. "T-thank you," Robin says softly, looking nervously at her hands resting on the back of the stool. "maybe this will be my new look," a few moments pass as you both giggle to one another before she speaks up again, "What's got you so nervous?"
you swiftly shake your head, beginning to nervously clean up. placing the scissors back in the drawer, and grabbing the broom from the corner. "I'm not nervous," you laugh softly, watching as Robin stands from the stool, "Just glad your hair turned out good, that's all." your shoulders shrug as you bring the curling iron out from the cabinet. "Here, sit," she begins to speak but with a gentle shove, she sits back down.
Trying with every ounce of your being, you can't bring yourself to speak a single word, scared of saying something that could ruin everything. You're not sure when you found Robin, just one day at school she spoke to you during an art course and the girl just kinda stuck. But it's safe to stay it was one of the best things that has ever happened. You go to family videos every Monday night to accompany the girl during her slow shift, which consists of gossip and jokingly flirting. But when or how did that flirting change into something else? Into actually liking one another, it feels stupid to even believe that the girl might like you back.
"hey, hey!" Robin states, snapping her fingers and looking up at you with a concerned face, "You alright?" the girl's eyes fall back to the curling iron, the light switching to green signaling it's finished heating, "you're quiet, you can talk to me you know." Robin was never like this, seemingly concerned and thoughtful, her hand resting on mine gently. The cold metal from her rings made my eyes meet hers. "If you're worried about the haircut, I like it, It's cool, promise." the girl begins to ramble and the only thing you could bring yourself to do was just shake your head.
"Rob," you state, not meaning for your voice to become so assertive, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," a small chuckle leaves your lips as a hand reaches down for the iron, Robin quickly faces the mirror again. the girl looked nervous, pulling one of her knees up to her chest before looking up at the mirror, watching intently as my hands curl her hair. "after you curl it, it should be good for a few days," you mumble, finishing the styling at her bangs, the hair falling perfectly on her forehead. "W-what?"
"You're nice to watch," a gentle smirk makes its way to her face, her body turning around to face you as you place the iron back on the marble counter. "Like, like that came out weird, you're just nice to watch when you're focused. your face scrunches up and you stand on your tiptoes," her words make you take a step back before she shakes her hair out, fanning it out in a perfect style. "You got to teach me how to do that,"
Robin doesn't know what she had just said to you, what she has just made you feel. "thank you," a deep breath leaves your lips from unknowingly holding it in, "I-I can teach you now," with a quick nod from the girl, she grabs the iron, looking up at you before turning to the mirror once again. hesitantly, a hand wraps around the other girls, guiding the open iron to a section and gently helping Robin curl it. As the hair sets, our eyes meet in the mirror, your hand returning to your side as you back away. "There, easy, you already know it,"
The way Robin’s smile seemed to drop as your hands left one another, made you feel like you were just scolded. “I trusted you this whole time, I was just afraid,” Robin mumbles, shaking her head as she nervously picks at her nails. “I trust you with my life, with everything, you have done so much for me, I just didn’t know hair was going to be my breaking point,” With a confused expression, your eyes meet hers once again. “Crazy,”
“Rob,” the name seems to ring through the small tiled room before you speak up once again, your eyes shutting tightly. After a few moments, you let out a deep breath before placing a short kiss on the girl's cheek. “I trust you too, don't wor-” Robin cuts you off,
“You missed,” she states, matter of factly, my eyes snapping down to hers, a playful but nervous smile presented at me, “you missed,” Robin says again, shrugging her shoulders as she stands, kicking the stool over a few inches. You feel your face return to that familiar blush, chills echoing through your bones as her presence comes closer.
Your lips touch. Your lips touch and you could forget anything that has happened in the world. Your lips touch and they are Robin’s, the girl you have come to adore in such a short amount of time but love every ounce of. Then, before you know it, your lips pull away.
Robin’s vanilla chapstick lingers, the girl’s teeth pulling on her lip as she tucks her hands into her pockets. She leans against the counter as you shake your head in disbelief. “You are a tease, Robin Buckley,” you chuckle, gently kicking her shoe, “I come to cut your hair and leave with a kiss? Bold move,”
“Hey, don’t do that, you started it!” she returns, smiling brightly, her perfect crooked smile, “I'd let you cut my hair more often if this is what an appointment is,” you quickly gasp before looking up at her, your arms resting around her shoulders gently.
“You're such an idiot, Buckley,” you roll your eyes before pressing another kiss to the girl's lips, smiling as they connect. “How could I ever say no to you? Plus, I think you make this short hair look great, I'll be happy to be of your service”
The girl shakes her head, attempting to hide her blushed freckled face, her voice soft as she speaks, “Can I book next week?”
Of course you can, baby doll! I am sorry it took me so long to get to it…
Anyway, I am writing these headcanons as though the reader and the character are already in an established relationship. Rather than offer a play by play of what sharing a night with this character looks like, I’m instead breaking down how the topic of overnight stays developed or effects the relationship between the reader and their partner.
If you were wanting platonic interactions or some first time sleeping over imagines, please let me know! Also, I tend to write female insert characters unless otherwise directed or inclined.
If you’d like this same prompt with a male s/o, please tell me.
Also, I ran out of steam before getting to Damian. I may very well come back to add him to this post. For now though, it is 3:17 am, and your girl is tired.
Now, this prompt is the letter S from @imagine-mcu‘s alphabet of headcanon prompts. Thank you, imagine-mcu. I am grateful for the access to this resource, and I hope you don’t mind that I am using it for DC materials 😂
Dick:
-Listen, you are positive that you’re not the first girlfriend whose home Richard Grayson has quietly annexed. There’s a method, okay? A foolproof strategy designed to optimize the amount of time he has with you at every opportunity.
-As far as he’s concerned, it is the only logical way to progress in a relationship that he deems serious. His line of work is perilous, dammit. He’s a patient man, but he’s not a friggin’ saint. Tiptoeing through the awkward do-si-do of “should I stay or should I go?” every single time the two of you wind up fooling around in one or the other’s apartment is a waste of effort that could be geared toward activities that are much, much more fun.
-Even before you outright know that he’s Nightwing (you heavily suspect), Dick’s begun the invasion. First, he always wants to stay at your place. Works for you. Sleeping in your own bed is a gift, and he has a lot less to worry about in terms of hygiene maintenance.
-Why fight an agreeable tide?
-And that’s just what he counts on for Phase 2. He wants to keep a change of clothes and some extra toiletries around your place now that it’s the go-to.
-Some pajamas.
-Maybe a jacket and a pair or three of socks.
-Oh, yeah! He forgot to mention that Bruce sometimes calls him into the WE office on short notice to contract with the sub-company under his name. Could he have a sliver of your closet for a suit? He does’t want it to get wrinkled in the drawer you cleared out for his things.
-Sure, normal enough… except that you’ve only been dating for a month n’ a half. Exclusively for a scant three weeks (Your last boyfriend lived out of a duffel bag that you kept by the shoe rack in your front room for 9 months before you even let him have the drawer).
-Whatever. You and Dick both keep tight schedules, and it’s not as though anything is feeling rushed or overwhelming. Just the opposite: you feel like you can’t spend enough time with him!
-You quickly make a habit of using his man-smell soap for a change of pace on occasion. Or a spritz of his cologne here and there when it’s been a busy week and you miss him, even though it’s only been 4 days since he was last there. 2 days since your lunch date.
-Shut up.
-You haven’t quite mapped out the rest of the moves that he put into play, but before you know what’s happening, nearly all of the space in your weensy, Tupperware container of an apartment is divided equally between you and your boyfriend of less than three months.
-All of this to say that Dick’s sleepovers don’t feel like sleepovers, they’re just Tuesdays. Or Saturdays. Or Wednesdays. Whatever the hell day he shows up, lets himself in with the spare key that you didn’t so much as hesitate to have made for him, and goes about eating all of your Frosted Flakes.
Jason:
-Sleepovers are rare for Jason toward the beginning of your relationship. Not just because he accidentally punched you in his sleep once, though that did put the kibosh on overnight visits for a while. The predominant reasoning that he cited when apologetically declining one of your invitations involved his hours being flipped completely around. Most nights, when sleepovers are meant to be happening, Jason is hard at work sussing out the details of a case or running a patrol.
-Simply put, he felt like there was no reason for him to be skulking in and out of your place in the dead of night, disrupting your rest, just because he’s chosen to live one doozy of an unorthodox life.
-However, this noble resolve deteriorates quickly.
-Jason’s dedication and the singular advantage of being the only full-time vigilante in the whole batfamily also means that he’s out of the country on lengthy, long distance assignments more often than any of the others.
-The nights Jason gets home from these missions had proven to be the best time for you to arrange overnight stays. Days, sometime weeks of being completely out of contact with one another has a way of asserting all of the comforts and satisfactions that you find in your partner’s company, both physically and emotionally.
-He’s real weak to the line, “But baby, I’ve missed you so much!” too…
-10/10.
-It’s super effective!
-Look, it’s not like you pressed when you got the impression that he didn’t want to have you over or be at your place because he needed space to work through something risky or complicated.
-You’re not stupid or some spoiled, manipulative brat.
-Jason’s life is hard, painful, and incomprehensibly dangerous. He’s not looking to change one damn thing about that either. His lives exactly as he wants, minus some small tweaking here and there where old ghosts are concerned.
-You understood this from day one.
-Unfortunately, it took a much longer time for him to figure out that you didn’t give a single fuck about missed sleep or nosy neighbors assuming he was a drug-dealer and filing complaints because he buzzed in at 4 o’clock in the morning. With the way that he lived…
-No, because of the way that he lived, you wanted to capitalize on every single moment that he could bear to spend with you.
-Some people went lifetimes never knowing a love like the one you had for Jason. Hell would be seeing a snowstorm if you were gonna’ let the idiot continue to rob you of his presence because he was afraid of inconveniencing you.
-Once that was through his thick, self-depreciating skull, the need to orchestrate sleepovers was no longer necessary.
-You moved in together, renovating the loft he owned in the Cauldron district to be a bit more Welcome Home! and a lot less Marks with Bodyguards Cost Extra.
Tim:
-Oh, Tim.
-Sweet, wonderful, awkward, angel-baby Tim.
-The first time he slept over at your house, it was January. He passed clean out on your living room floor during a power-binge of Stranger Things that he had been apologetically procrastinating since the season release in October.
-You didn’t have the heart to wake him, not even when he started to drool, snore, and suddenly sit bolt upright, shouting?
-His proclamations made zero sense: something abstract about Scarecrow robbing some guy named Oswald of his prized Wyandotte laying hens.
-A cursory attempt to talk to him indicated that he was still, to your horror, fast asleep in spite of sitting perfectly straight on his own and lecturing you about the dangers of yellow scented candles.
-You settled him back down on your nest of blankets and flipped the TV off, loosely praying that this was some kind of fluke and you wouldn’t have to worry about your boyfriend accidentally leaping off of your balcony in a state of gibbering semi-consciousness.
-You messaged him in a panic when you woke the next morning to find him missing, terrified that he slept-walked into traffic while you caught some rest on the floor beside him. You detailed the entire scenario for him, omitting nothing to spare his pride. (The man had scared you nearly to death. His ego wasn’t exactly your top priority when he said he’d snuck out because he liked sleeping in his bed better than he liked your floor.)
- “Sexy, right?” he replied with a winky face.
-It wasn’t, he hadn’t, and he hasn’t ever since. The explanation: ”It only happens sometimes when I’m way too tired and I’ve had way too many energy shots.”
-Even so, that first experience proved to be surprisingly indicative of the bizarre occurrences that would befall you when Tim ended up sharing a night with you.
-First the sleep talking, then staying up all night crouched over his laptop like some kind of gremlin while you slept not three feet away, arguing about the benefits of avoiding blue light in order to actually let your brain power down, and, finally, physically wrestling you to keep you from putting his phone in your nightstand drawer so that he would just lay the F down and go to bed.
-Tim does his best to gracefully make it seem as though your bickering is all in good fun despite your very real frustration with his lack of ability to focus on spending time with you and disengaging from his crippling responsibilities to both Wayne Enterprises and the endeavors of the Batman himself.
-You’re honestly still working on it, but he does forfeit all internet capable devices after 9 pm while in your home.
-At first, it was out of obligation and only at your explicit request. Now though, having garnered some of the soundest, most rejuvenating sleep of his life every other week or so at your place, he tosses the phone in the drawer himself as you get ready to tuck in.
-Tim doesn’t know if it’s the regular sex or the down pillow-top on your mattress, but he can fall into blissful, dreamless unconsciousness in under half an hour by your side.
-Perhaps it’s the near ritualistic way that you insist on sharing a cup of chamomile tea before heading toward your room? Maybe the laundry detergent or the weight of your too fluffy comforter?
-Regardless, shortly after he’s eagerly relinquishing his tech in favor of a solid night’s sleep and some quality time with you, an uptick in his demeanor and proficiency appears.
-You find it endlessly endearing that he needs a measurable statistic in order to justify asking you if he can stay over every week, rather than biweekly. As though you need data to be convinced to spend more time with him.
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(1/2 omg I'm sorry this is LOnG) (Reader) gets invited to a Wayne gala because she's on a scholarship to Gotham academy due to her fencing skills. She has Damian (who is now going to the academy because Bruce decided he should be around more kids his age. 15) in about half her classes. He didn't really pay attention to her until she showed up to the gala and basically sparked a bit of interest in him. But the thing is she's basically everything that's bright and polite and sweet, nothing dark ab
(2/2) about her. And since the gala the two actually start talking in school more often, until it turns into them hanging out at each others house from time to time. My question now is how do you think Dami would react to himself figuring out he has feelings for her, how would he deal with them? Better yet, when his siblings and father find out, how much do they tease them? I'm using this in a story and I really love your blog, figured I'd ask for help 😖
Omg I’m so sorry this took so long to reply to! I left this blog for ages after my brother died and have only recently started coming back. I still feel guilty though :(.
Anyway... I guess the way I’d see it is.. if you still want my opinion..
At the party, him watching her but trying to play it off till one of his brothers ask who she is
Then he responds dimissively, listing her attributes but loudly concluding that she wasn’t worth much observation
spending the night mentally listing her flaws, her dodgy make up and her lack of higher etiquette training ect ect
feeling his stomach roll as she laughs at one of his other classmates, a snobby guy that Damian detests
Damian maybe wandering over all high and mighty because he thinks the reader needs saving from the guy’s appalling manners
Reader being absolutely capable of taking care of herself, besides he’s not that bad
Damian protesting later to Dick that it was just because that guy was sooo annoying and brusque that he had decided to intervene, as if he would willingly spend time with someone as naive as you
he would though
repeatedly
Him remembering a book or movie or whatever that you had talked about with him after he ‘rescued’ you and deciding to buy it just so he could lend it to you
Alfred being wise from day one, ‘oh your book arrived sir’, Damian blushing and trying to act superior and failing but it was only a book it’s not like it was anything important right???
Him lying on his bed and trying to recapture the smile you gave him when he offered to lend you the book he just ‘found lying around the house, I think it’s Jasons’
Damian finally having to admit that maybe he’d grown attached to you, but it was a biological urge. even pop singers from the 80s knew Opposite’s Attract, plus you were so weak and defenseless that it just spurred his male protective urges, like sure you knew how to fence but how was that anything, he bet you hadn’t even read Colonel Thomas Hoyer Monstery’s book on fencing, oh would you like to read that, he was planning to give you more books, he was doomed.
But then again, Father had had several dalliances and it hardly ever affected his work.
He’d never dated a cute - yes cute it was a fact he was not enamoured -poor (in comparison), defenseless girl with such a gorgeous smile.
he was doomed
Finally shuffling up to Dick, ‘I find myself distracted with a girl’’you’ve got a crush???!!!’ ‘It’s not a crush Grayson! It’s just a distraction!’ ‘And you want me to teach you how to ask her out??’ ‘I just want to stop being distracted’ ‘Yeah not even Wayne discipline can do that babybird.’
Cassandra walking past him in the manor one day and then she just stops walking and pats him on the head because she knows he’s troubled over it
(wow okay this is running long I’m gonna just do a few more)
Barbara being equally sympathetic ‘girls like flowers you know’ ‘I’m not going to ask her out!!...what type of flowers?’
Tim finds out after Damian and you start dating, Tim laughing for days afterwards ‘so the heir has a heart after all!!’
Jason being the last to know and being all dramatically shunned ‘just because I died doesn’t mean I deserve to know these things’
Bruce never directly acknowledging the relationship, just saying things off-hand, ‘her parents are good people’ or ‘i hear she’s being considered for such-and-such university’ and things like that and playing the loving father when you come to visit but secretly Bruce is ecstatic, like Damian is dating a normal person (he knows, he checked. five times.), he was so worried Damian would end up like him, or worse, and so to see him happy in a relationship is all he could ever want really.
Haha stopping there before I continue to rant. Hope you enjoyed it~~
And yes I started listening to Opposites Attract after I referenced it and yes I have Colonel Monstery’s book on Self-Defense, fight me.
