word count: 1004

prompt: "wow, you look... amazing."

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It was spring and Hawkings was once more filled with excited, soon to be, graduates as was a yearly recurrence. You were excited for graduation, sure, but you were more-so excited for prom. It felt like you had been searching for the perfect prom dress since you started high school, and just a week before prom; you found it. It had been a day pushed to the brim with glee, since later that same night, when you had come home with your new dress, you found Robin waiting for you in your room.

After stumbling over her words for a while, trying to navigate how sarcastically she should tackle the situation, she asked you to prom. As a date, she clarified. You happily accepted. You had counted on the two of you going together anyway, as friends, but going as dates would be infinitely more fun. You didn't show Robin your dress that night, insisting: "you can't see it before the night."

Robin tried to mask how hilarious she found that statement. "I'm pretty sure that only goes for your wedding night."

"No," you said slowly, considering your thoughts. "That definitely goes for prom night as well."

The two of you were so comfortable with each other, so effortlessly in each other's presence, it felt like everything you did was in tune. You'd spend most of your time together in either a comfortable silence or stomach-cramping laughter, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

As prom night drew closer, you decided that Robin would pick you up at your house. Your parents weren't suspicious of you going together, they were fully aware of how good friends you were, and even if they did find out there was something more than friendship you were certain they wouldn't mind.

Your mother helped you curl your hair as you put on your makeup. Classy and minimal. You slipped into your new dress, a slight shiver running through your spine as the satin fabric covered you. It hugged your body in just the right places, and as you looked in the mirror you looked pretty. More importantly, you felt pretty.

You could hear the ring on the front door, signalling that Robin was there and it was time to go. Taking a deep breath, you made some final touch-ups in the mirror before heading downstairs. Being the centre of attention wasn't something you usually aimed for, but you had to admit, having all eyes on you felt good. Especially Robin's eyes. You shared an intimate look, like you were the only two let in on a secret that the rest of the room were oblivious to.

Robin was wearing a light coloured suit, but she made it look feminine. High waisted dress pants, open suit jacket to reveal a simple white t-shirt underneath: all accompanied by white sneakers. You hadn't expected her to dress up, Robin wasn't much for showing off. But that didn't matter to you, you thought she looked beautiful in whatever.

"Wow, you look... amazing." Robin admired as you descended from the stairs. You felt a blush creeping up your neck.

"So do you." You whispered as you accepted her hand to help you down the last few steps.

Your parents took photos of you in the hundreds and you could tell that Robin was getting uncomfortable, but all you could think about was that you'd save those photos forever. After the third time of urging you to go or we'll be late, you finally caved and let her lead you out of your house.

The whole car ride she made little comments about how good you looked, like she noticed a new thing every time she glanced over at you. There hadn't been a need for the two of you to discuss what you were, because you just were. It was impossible to put a label on your relationship, and even if you were forced - anything from just friends to lovers would be fine with you. You both knew that how intensely you felt for each other couldn't be described with words anyway.

When you pulled up to Hawkings High, Robin immediately went around the car to open your door. You laughed as she courteously held out her hand for you to hold on to, but played along with her act. You could feel a lot of eyes on you as you walked up to the entrance of the gym, your peers glares was something you both had gotten used to by now. They'd often whisper things behind your back, and Robin would have to remind you to ignore them.

The event was huge, hundreds of bodies moving to the numbingly loud sound of the live band. Robin grabbed you both some, obviously spiked despite the best efforts of the teachers, drinks and you headed out to the dance-floor. You danced for hours, occasionally leaving to get another drink or to talk to some of your friends. It wasn't until most of the students had left to go to an afterparty that Robin took you aside into the women's locker room.

It was empty and the lighting was dim, and it felt colder without all of the bodies radiating heat around you. The heat that radiated from Robin was enough to keep you warm, however, as she wasted no time in locking your lips together in a kiss. As with everything else between you, it felt natural and obvious. Your lips moved in harmony as your hands found their way to the back of her neck, tangling your hands into her soft hair.

Much to your dismay, Robin broke away from the kiss after a while. She smiled at the pout your face instantly contorted into before whispering, "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

You didn't even have to think, "yes", you whispered back enthusiastically, planting your lips back on hers.

You still didn't think you needed labels, but you would honour the title of being Robin's girlfriend until forever.