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Where in the World Have you Been Hiding?

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Halloween Event

Summary: Phantom Of The Opera is your favorite musical. It also happens to be someone else’s favorite musical.

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Reader

Pronouns: None mentioned, but I wrote R to be more feminine.

Word Count: 1,001

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: This is apart of @stqrluvr and my’s Halloween event! Let’s pretend that The Phantom of the Opera was out when the Marauders were in school! Also, thank you to @mictodii and @stqrluvr for proofreading.

Halloween was Remus’s favorite holiday. It was the one day where he actually looked forward to the party that would come at night, and he adored costume shopping.

So just like every year, he and the other Marauders went shopping together and found the perfect costumes. Sirius and James dressed up as Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, Peter as a disturbingly realistic tree, and Remus as the Phantom of the opera.

You weren’t as obsessed as Remus, but you did enjoy the holiday. You went to a party here and there with your friends, and usually dressed up, but that was the extent of it. Even as a child you didn't go trick or treating since your parents were always working.

However, like tradition, you and your two friends, Lacy and Genevieve, went costume shopping together. Lacy was dressed up as a fairy, Genevieve as a quidditch player, though you weren’t sure which, and you were dressed as Christine from Phantom of The Opera.

You were sure no one would get the reference. Wizards and witches usually weren’t brushed up on Muggle media, and it had just come out. But you just couldn’t help yourself. Christine’s dress was beautiful and when you saw a replica in a shop you had to have it.

Before the party, you and your friends got ready in your dorm. Lacy was covered head-to-toe with glitter— which matched your room that was also now completely covered in glitter. Even if you cleaned it with magic, you knew you’d be finding specks of glitter for months.

The great hall was packed with people in costumes. Even Dumbledore was dressed up as an astronaut. The hall was also beautiful, with floating pumpkins and gorey decorations. They even had someone playing an organ– or maybe it was charmed– you had no clue as there wasn’t an organ in sight. Genevieve made a beeline for the drink table, pulling you and Lacy along with her.

“Think anyone has spiked this yet?” Gen asks with an evil glint in her eye.

“Of course we have, gotta be quicker than that.” You and your friends turn around to see James and Sirius dressed up as.. Dumbledore and Mcgonagall.

“Interesting couple’s costume.” Gen responds with a smirk. “What’d you put in there?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” James crosses his arms (getting a fair amount of beard hair in between). Lacy reaches over and grabs a cup, quickly downing it.

“Tequila?” She asks. The boys stare at her and Sirius nods.

“Well we’ve got firewhiskey in our dorm, party in the dungeons tonight, see you there?” The boys smile and nod.

“See you there, ladies.” James replies.

“Hey aren’t you dressed up as that one girl from that one musical?” The raven haired boy asks, pointing at you.

“Oh, yeah, Christine from The Phantom of the Opera.”

“No way! Moony loves that musical. He’s dressed up as the guy with the mask.” You giggle slightly.

“As the Phantom of the Opera?”

“Yeah, the guy with the mask.” You shake your head at Sirius but don’t respond. Sirius looks around the hall before he locks eyes with someone and waves them over. Before you know it, the Phantom of the Opera.walks over to you. Your jaw drops slightly.

“Hey! Christine!” Your face breaks out into a grin.

“Hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t think anyone would know my costume! And you’re all dressed up as him!” You fangirl.

“I didn’t think anyone would get it either! Your dress is so similar to the one she wore on broadway.” You nod.

“I know right? I saw it in a window and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I spent basically all my life’s savings on it.” You laugh nervously.

“I’m glad you did. You look great.” He looks you up and down, taking you all in, before meeting your eyes and freezing. “I mean– um.”

“Do you wanna dance?” You interrupt. He sighs and nods. You grab his hand and pull him away from your friends, whom you may have forgotten about. The dance floor was incredibly crowded, and definitely less romantic as you hoped.

And yes, you hoped. It wasn’t every day that a guy dresses up as the romantic interest of the person you’re dressed up as. You were definitely meant to be. Plus, you’ve always thought Remus was cute. When his hands landed on your waist, it took everything in you not to jump on him right there on the dance floor. Instead you put your hands around his neck and swayed with him.

“Favorite song from the musical?” He hums.

“Hard one, Wishing You Were Somehow Here always makes me cry, but I also love Wandering Child.”

“Extremely great choices.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Masquerade. It’s just so fun to sing.” He nods.

“You’re right, my Mom and I were singing it nonstop after we saw it.”

“That’s wonderful, I can imagine it now, Remus Lupin and his Mother singing and dancing to Masquerade.” Remus laughs.

“Don’t imagine it. It’s embarrassing to admit it as it is.” He replies playfully. You shake your head.

“I think it’s cute.” A silence falls between you for a moment.

“How long have you known Geneiveve and Lacy?” You glance over at your friends, Lacy was drinking another glass of punch and Gen was flirting with Sirius.

“I’ve known Lacy since we were in diapers. We’re cousins on my Dad’s side, and my Mom is good friends with her Dad— they were both Slytherins back in the day. Gen came along in first year, great thing too, Lacy and I are far too shy to make friends without her.”

“You don’t seem shy.” You blush.

“That’s because I’m talking to you.” He smiles.

“Oh really? Am I special or something?” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t get cocky, Lupin.” You glance over at your friends again, they’re still occupied. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Where would we go?” You hum in thought.

“Bell tower?” He smiles.

“Sure.”

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nightmonkeyparker · 8 months

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Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?

Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done

thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve

cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress

Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.

He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin.

"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly.

You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had.

"Steve," he corrects.

"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?"

"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more."

"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress."

"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?"

"It wasn't gross," you say softly.

"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring."

You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it."

"You're too mean to yourself," he says.

Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble.

It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches.

Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again.

"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches."

Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency.

"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?"

"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake."

"Did someone say that to you?"

"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.

He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week.

You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists.

To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does.

"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?"

"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers.

"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock.

"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask.

"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?"

Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.

There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met.

"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile.

"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the three weeks since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional."

"And you as mandatory?"

"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."

You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife.

"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages."

He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.

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if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing

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nightmonkeyparker · 8 months

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Strauss: You need to hire a professional tech analyst for your team.

Hotch: *sees a scented homemade pink stationery resume written in glitter ink*

Hotch:

Hotch: That one. I want that one.

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nightmonkeyparker · 8 months

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FINALLY

Garden of Secrets [36] - Middlemist Red

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Summary: Patience has its rewards.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4200

Series Masterlist

Rumors were an inseparable part of the ton, and you were well aware of that. Every season people found different things to gossip about and you’d had your fair share of being the subject of the said gossip, so it wasn’t supposed to be this surprising that they kept talking even after you got married.

But it didn’t mean you liked this particular rumor.

This was the second time Lady Whistledown had mentioned just how close Margery and Benedict seemed to be with each other, joking and laughing in the park when they ran into each other and even though you knew it was nonsense, you still couldn’t help the discomfort at the pit of your stomach.

Especially now that you were seeing it happen on the other side of the park.

“If I see your parents, I’ll give them a piece of my mind,” Lottie said, making you turn your glances to her. “They show up and make you feel bad all of a sudden? How dare they?”

“Lottie—”

“And to think they’ve been mean to you all this time?”

Well, what your parents had done was a bit more than just being mean to you, but you weren’t going to correct her on that.

“Simply unacceptable,” Lottie said, pointing at you with the cookie she was holding. “I’ll be with you at all times starting now, so that if they dare bother you again, I can handle them.”

You repressed a laugh.

“Much appreciated,” you said. “But you can’t be with me at all times Lottie, you have a wedding to plan.”

A smile brightened up her face. “I do!” she said. “But nevertheless Y/N, you are alright are you not?”

“Sure,” you said. “We don’t even need to talk about it.”

Lottie took a deep breath.

“I hate to ask, you know I do,” she said. “But have you seen Whistledown?”

Your eyes found Margery and Benedict who looked very much interested in their own conversation, Benedict frowning before he nodded at something Margery told him.

“It’s nonsense,” you forced yourself to say, and Lottie pressed her lips together.

“It is, but…” she said. “You know what? I suddenly remembered I had something to say to Benny, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait—Lottie no!” you whispered but she had already walked away from you to Benedict and Margery. Benedict turned to her, and raised his brows at something she said, then quickly bid Margery goodbye and followed Lottie as she started walking towards the street vendor to buy some lemonade while Margery walked to Lucy.

“Y/N,” you heard Anthony’s voice and looked over your shoulder.

“Anthony,” you said. “Hello.”

“May I?” he motioned at the spot beside you and you tilted your head in confusion, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course.”

“How have you been?”

“Fine—you never ask me how I’ve been,” you said, confusion laced in your voice. “What is happening? Are you sick?”

“No?”

“Are you dying?” you asked, making him roll his eyes. “It would be very thoughtless of you to die before you spend a lot of years with Lottie as a married couple, she’s very much in love with you so if you—”

“I’m not,” he cut you off. “It’s just that, Benedict mentioned a pair of unwelcomed guests.”

You pursed your lips, trying to shake off the discomfort.

“And?” you asked. “What exactly did he tell you?”

“Not much to be honest,” Anthony said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know the details nor do I need to. I just want you to know that we’re family, so whatever you need, whatever you want, just tell me, alright? No questions asked.”

You blinked a couple of times. “…Easy as that?”

“Easy as that.”

“I thought you would have a thousand questions.”

“I don’t need to hear a thousand answers to protect my family,” he stated. “You’re one of us now. We will always be there for you, no matter what.”

You blinked a couple of times, the back of your eyes burning as a warmth spread through your chest, but before you could say anything, Benedict and Lottie approached you with the lemonade bottles. Benedict pulled his brows together, then motioned between you two.

“No one appears to be stabbed,” he commented. “Is it snowing in hell?”

“Benny!” Lottie elbowed him and he repressed a grin.

“Just wondering,” he said as he held out the lemonade bottle and you took it from him. “Would you like to walk?”

“I would actually,” you said and took his hand, your heart skipping a beat as he pulled you up to your feet, but he didn’t let go of your hand contrary to before. You repressed a smile, then stole a look at Lottie’s maid before turning to Lottie and Anthony.

“Don’t do something scandalous,” you said with a grin, making Benedict chuckle and Lottie gasp, then you started walking beside Benedict.

“So Lottie finally forgave you completely,” you asked him and he nodded his head.

“Took forever but yes,” he said and cleared his throat. “She did mention that Whistledown piece though.”

You raised your brows. “…Oh.”

“I hope you know there’s nothing like that,” he said. “Margery is a very good friend of mine, not to mention I would never do that to you.”

“No I know,” you said in a hurried manner. “I mean if I’m honest, I didn’t even bring it up because it was such nonsense that I almost forgot.”

Well, that was a complete and utter lie, but lucky for you, Benedict seemed to have bought it.

“Right,” he said, nodding his head fervently. “Of course. Lady Whistledown must be running out of gossip to write about.”

“Yeah!” you forced a dry laughter. “I mean you and Margery? Honestly?”

“Unbelievable.”

You took a sip of your lemonade, then motioned between you two. “Because, you know—we’re married.”

“Happily married,” he added in a haste and you nodded.

“Albeit a bit untraditionally.”

“Well—”

“Your mother assumed I was pregnant earlier.”

Perhaps you shouldn’t have said it right when he was sipping his lemonade because he choked on it, pulling the bottle from his lips and coughing before hitting his chest.

“Oh,” he said, taking a deep breath. “And what did you say?”

“Nonexistent Bridgerton remains to be nonexistent,” you joked and scrunched up your nose. “I just said no.”

“Interesting assumption.”

“Uh huh,” you said. “Interesting and impossible at the same time.”

“I’m quite familiar with that concept,” he murmured and you frowned.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearing his throat. “Let’s go by the river, shall we?”

After the park, you had decided to go to your uncle and aunt’s house to spend some time with them and Teddy. Granted you still felt on edge especially because you were very well aware of the fact that both your parents knew about their house, and Teddy living there. When you got off the carriage, you looked around and let out a relieved breath upon not seeing either of them, then made your way to the house.

Thankfully, your aunt had no idea about what happened between Benedict and your father because you had only told your uncle at the night of the ball that your father had shown up.

“I don’t know how you and Benedict did it,” your aunt told you, excitement and pride apparent in her voice as a maid brought you tea and biscuits. “But Sir Henry Granville and Lord Gordon Easton! At my ball!”

“They run in the same social circle, auntie,” you said with a small smile. “All artists do, as it turns out. Benedict introduced me to them.”

“Well everyone in my Social Picnic Club has congratulated me for throwing such a spectacular ball,” she said. “I’ve even heard some say that it would be impossible to top it off, can you believe that?”

“I absolutely can,” you said. “It was a wonderful ball, auntie. You put so much effort into it, and it paid off.”

“With your and Benedict’s contribution.”

“We barely did anything other than inviting some friends,” you said. “Will uncle be at the gentlemen’s club the whole day by the way?”

“Mm hm, he’s with his friends,” she said. “Why?”

“Oh no reason, I just thought I could see him.”

She hummed, looking at you over her teacup and you frowned.

“I know that look,” you said. “What is it?”

“Is this about…” she trailed off. “What was on Whistledown earlier?”

You let out a groan. “Auntie!”

She held up her hands, gesturing surrender.

“It was on Whistledown,” she said. “You cannot blame me for being worried.”

“Just because it’s on Whistledown doesn’t mean it’s the truth,” you said. “In fact, it couldn’t be farther away from the truth. Benedict and I are very happily married, and Margery is merely a friend.”

She raised her brows, taking another sip of her tea.

“I heard that Lady Margery is quite charming—not that she’s anywhere close to you!” she added in a haste. “You are the most charming of course.”

“More like harming,” you mused and she shot you a lighthearted glare.

“Y/N.”

“What?” you said. “Just saying.”

“Benedict is completely in love with you, we all know that,” she said. “The same with you obviously, you are very much in love with him, anyone who looks at you for more than a second could see that.”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting your weight.

“I mean I wouldn’t say—” you said with a nervous laugh. “One could assume it’s not as—”

“Obvious?” she completed your sentence for you and scoffed. “Of course it is. Have you two seen yourselves?”

You cleared your throat, then reached out to take a bite from the biscuit.

“I’m just trying to make sure these nonsense rumors do not affect you two badly, that is all,” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s not—” you started but before you could even complete your sentence, Teddy rushed into the drawing room.

“Y/N!”

“Oh hello there,” you said, opening your arms as he flung himself to you for you to hug him tight. “French lesson is over for the day?”

“Yes!” he said and you pulled back to look at him, then tilted your head at the clumsily tied cravat around his neck. You stole a look at your aunt who looked like she was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, and turned to Teddy.

“What is this?”

“It’s a cravat!” he said, excitement laced in his tone. “Benedict always wears them, did you notice that?”

You bit back at smile. “Oh does he?”

“He does!”

“And now you’re…wearing cravats?”

He nodded, his eyes sparkling.

“I want them in different colors because Benedict has them in different colors, I told uncle and he said he would get me many,” he said. “This is uncle’s as well, you see.”

Your lips curled upwards. “Ah?” you said. “And you chose a green one for today?”

“It’s pale green!”

“Pale green, my apologies.”

“It’s alright, auntie told me it was pale green,” he patted your hand as if trying to console you. “We can learn those together.”

You nodded solemnly.

“That would be wonderful,” you said, reminding yourself not to laugh. “And you chose pale green because…?”

“Benedict was wearing a pale green cravat the other day,” he said, proud of himself for remembering it and you pinched his cheek.

“It looks wonderful on you Teddy.”

“Really?”

You kissed the top of his hair. “Really,”

“He is growing up so fast,” your aunt said, shaking her head with a smile. “I fear I will blink and he will be a gentleman of the ton.”

You let out a laugh and Teddy took a sharp breath.

“Y/N, I will show you my new sculptures!” he said, tugging you by the hand. “I made a dozen of them, come and see!”

“Am I allowed to boast about how I was the first one to see them when you’re a famous sculptor?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll be back auntie,” you said with a grin and stood up, letting Teddy lead you out of the room.

You had spent more time in your uncle’s house than originally planned. Your uncle insisted you stayed for dinner, so you sent Benedict a short note to let him know, inviting him as well but he politely declined, saying that he was in the middle of a painting. After dinner, Teddy showed you how he made some of his sculptures the way Benedict had shown him so by the time you left there, it was already near midnight and raining. A carriage went past your carriage a minute before you arrived home, making you frown and look over your shoulder, but you didn’t have the time to dwell on it much before your carriage entered through the gates and stopped in front of your house. The coachman helped you out and you thanked him, then rushed home to get away from the rain.

“Ma’am,” the housekeeper greeted you and you smiled at her.

“Hello,” you said as a maid took your cloak. “Oh I must change my clothes, it’s raining like crazy outside! Is Paula asleep?”

“No ma’am, I’m here,” Paula said as she rushed to you and you shot her an apologetic grin.

“Please tell me you did not stay up for me.”

“Alright, I will not,” she said and you let out a giggle, then started walking upstairs with her.

“I don’t know where this storm came from, honestly…” you mused, turning the corner in the hallway before peeking at the other end of it where Benedict’s studio was, but there was no light coming from there. “Is Benedict asleep?”

Paula didn’t answer you so you turned your head to look at her better.

“Is Benedict asleep?” you asked again, thinking she didn’t hear you and she shifted her weight.

“No he’s not, ma’am.”

You stopped walking, a frown pinching your brows together.

“Oh?” you said. “Where is he?”

Paula averted her gaze, making your frown deeper.

“Paula?” you said. “What is happening?”

“N—nothing, ma’am.”

“No, something is happening,” you said. “What is it? Has he gone outside or something?”

“He’s home, ma’am.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where?”

“He is still in the greenhouse I think,” she said, still not looking you in the eye and you blinked a couple of times.

“Greenhouse?” you asked, “Benedict isn’t the gardening type, what is he doing in the greenhouse?”

“They went there earlier, ma’am.”

“They?” you repeated. “Who’s they?”

“Mr. Bridgerton and Lady Margery.”

Your head shot up, your heart dropping to your stomach.

“…I’m sorry?”

“Lady Margery came here an hour after your note saying you would be late arrived,” Paula said in a breath, “She left in her carriage just now, but they both went to the greenhouse straight away when she got here.”

It felt as if the hallway was spinning around you, the fire of fury spreading through your veins.

You had to have been an idiot for not listening to Lady Whistledown’s damn gossip, because apparently Benedict wasted not even a second to prove to you she was right. He was in fact sleeping around just as the rumors said, with Margery, right under your nose in the greenhouse he knew you never stepped foot into ever since you had moved here.

You spun around on your heels to go down the hallway where you came from, then rushed downstairs, your heels echoing on the marble floor. You passed through the foyer, then made your way to the back entrance that led to the backyard where the greenhouse was, but before you could reach there, Benedict stepped inside through the door, a look of surprise crossing his face as soon as he saw you.

“Y/N?”

You passed by him without even acknowledging him, your teeth clenched in anger.

“Wait, where are you—?” he started but you stepped outside into the heavy rain, and strode across the backyard, Benedict catching up with you in seconds.

“Where are you going?”

“Greenhouse,” you spat as the lightning struck in the sky and he stopped dead in his spot for a second before rushing to catch up with you.

“No you can’t—”

“Why not?” you asked through the boom of the thunder, “Can I not see your bachelor’s flat you so conveniently and disrespectfully put near my home?”

He frowned as if he was confused.

“My what?” he asked but you scoffed and kept walking, your head almost pounding from anger. “Y/N no, that’s not—”

“I’m such an idiot,” you said, shaking your head. “To think I was telling everyone Whistledown’s gossip was nonsense while you brought your fucking mistress here the moment you heard I would be late…”

“What?” he asked, shock apparent in his voice as you approached the greenhouse and reached out to hold the handle but he grabbed at your upper arm. “Y/N, just wait a moment—”

You could swear your vision went red as you yanked your arm out of his grip.

“You do not touch me!” you snapped. “I never want to see you ever again, do you hear me? I will apply for divorce tomorrow morning, I will—”

You stopped talking the second you slammed open the greenhouse door, your breath getting caught in your throat as you blinked a couple of times, trying to understand whether you were seeing was in fact real.

You had refused to enter the greenhouse just like you had refused to garden when you and Benedict got married and moved here, and before that, you had seen maybe only five greenhouses in total but none of them looked like this. The large greenhouse looked as if someone had plucked it out of a painting and brought it into life somehow, and you felt your body move on its own accord as you took a step inside almost in a haze. It was entirely made of glass with the plants covering the walls –ivy, if you weren’t mistaken- with a sharp arch on the high ceiling. Even under the moonlight, you could tell the various flowers surrounding you were not among those you could find in anyone’s garden, yours included. It looked so magical that for a couple of seconds you could only stand there and stare with your jaw hanging before approaching a Venus Flytrap, still breathing hard.

“I don’t…” you stammered. “What is this?”

“Well,” Benedict said, leaning back to one of the glass walls. “For starters, it’s not my bachelor’s flat because I don’t have one. It was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow, I figured you could see it better in the sunlight.”

You blinked a couple of times, then turned to look at him. “But Margery—”

“Has been helping me prepare this, along with Mr. Binsted,” Benedict motioned around you. “They know the rare flowers better than I do. I was going to bring you here once it was completed, took more time than I thought it would. I figured since you were outside, it would be easier for the finishing touch. Like I said, I was going to show you tomorrow now that it’s complete.”

You swallowed thickly, all the fury leaving your body as disbelief took over.

“Complete?” you repeated and Benedict offered you a small smile, then nodded towards the center of the glass wall you were close to, making you turn your head to look at the shelf. The lightning struck the sky again, illuminating the whole greenhouse and you took a sharp breath as soon as your eyes fell on the flower.

Middlemist Red.

You had only seen it in the drawings on your plant books, but having spent over a decade wishing you could see it in real life, you would have recognized it anywhere. You weren’t even aware that Benedict had made a mental note of your favorite flower considering you had told him about it only once so many months ago and it was supposed to be impossible to even find it to gaze upon, let alone having it for yourself, for your own greenhouse.

And somehow Benedict had found it and brought it to you.

“It’s not possible,” you rasped out, still unable to look away from the flower. “It’s—it’s impossible to find Middlemist Red, everyone knows that. It’s the rarest flower in the world.”

“I actually sent word around after you told me about it back at the flower exhibit,” he said, making your head turn. “No one knew where to get it but Margery knows someone who knows someone who—well, you get the picture. At first it was just the Middlemist Red, but then we got married and I know you love flowers so I figured maybe you’d like to have all the rare flowers in a place that belonged to you, so…” he motioned around you. “The greenhouse that is.”

You swallowed thickly, still staring at him, both of you completely drenched with the rain pitter pattering against the glass walls.

“It was just a bud at first, the Middlemist,” he added, taking a step toward you. “And apparently you need to be very careful during that period so we had to wait around two months, and they sent it when it bloomed with a gardener who took care of it on the way here, and you obviously would have seen it if you were here so we took it to Margery’s house, and she brought it here and I—”

“You had someone grow the rarest flower in the world and then had it brought here just because I told you it was my favorite flower?” you cut him off, your heart beating in your throat, all your body warm despite the storm outside and he nodded.

“I know you said you wouldn’t garden but when you want to, it’ll all be here,” he said. “I actually have people building a greenhouse back at the country house as we speak, I figured you would want one there as well and—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence when you rushed into his arms and pulled him down to crash your lips against his, standing on your tiptoes. Your head was spinning with excitement, the fire engulfing you in its flames once more like it had when he kissed you for the first time that night. He cradled the back of your head, pressing your body closer to his while you melted into his touch and it felt as if you two were the only people left in the world, as if the storm somehow took everything and everyone away but you two.

But much to your displeasure he pulled back, drawing a petulant whine from your lips.

“I can’t,” he stepped back, making you blink dumbly in confusion at just how tormented he looked. “You have no idea how much I want to but I told you before, I will not touch you until you—”

“I love you,” you cut him off, still trying to catch your breath and the lightning lit inside the greenhouse once again, letting you see the absolute shock on his handsome face. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I tempted fate just a little too much it seems,” you tried to joke. “I do – I love you. More than I thought it was possible, more than you could possibly know.”

The thunder boomed through the greenhouse and you took a deep breath, nervousness pulsing through you as the words left your lips.

“So, my heart is yours,” you managed to say, shifting your weight. “If you’ll have it.”

Benedict let out a breath, then strode to you to pull you into a kiss, taking your breath away. The feeling was so intoxicating that every single fear, every ounce of nervousness washed away from your mind until the only thing remained was him, and his burning touch, his lips on yours. He lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist without breaking the kiss and pressed you back to the wall, making you let out a squeal upon feeling the rustle of the ivy leaves behind you, one of the pots slipping a little on the shelf when you accidentally hit it with your elbow.

“No, not the flowers!” you exclaimed with a giggle. “Careful with the flowers!”

“Right, the flowers—” he let out a laugh and turned around with you still in his arms, then laid you down on the floor, his lips brushing yours again. You pushed his drenched shirt off of his body, dragging your fingertips over his chiseled torso, the fire of desire burning through your whole body. He looked so mesmerizing under the moonlight that for a moment you could do nothing but stare at him while he leaned on his forearm, his body covering yours, his hand going to your cheekbone to caress it gently.

“We can stop anytime you want, my love,” he murmured, his words making your heart feel like warm honey in your chest. “You know that, do you not?”

You bit back a smile, then leaned up to brush your lips against his.

“Benedict,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t you dare stop.”

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Wow everyone is going through it. Hold my hand

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firstprince + text threads

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9th doctor x reader - I don’t get jealous

He’d danced with Rose, thought she spent a lot of time convincing him to dance with her, and he only did it because Jack was going to dance with her.

And they seemed so happy dancing with one another, and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy rise up in you.

Sure, you weren’t dating him, but he had made it clear to him how you felt about him, and maybe that’s why things had been so quiet between the pair of you.

He never confirmed or denied how he felt about you.

Sitting on one of the upper platforms of the TARDIS you frowned a little as you looked at Rose and the doctor dancing.

“Come on, it’s a happy occasion, nobody died, you should be dancing as well.”

You looked up to see the captain walking over to you, and he sat next to you with a small grunt.

“Don’t feel like dancing.”

“I don’t suppose a charming smile and an open invitation to sweep you off your feet would change your mind would it?” He grinned.

You shook your head and rested it against the wall behind you.

Jack frowned and he turned a little bit to get a better look at you.

“I know I haven’t known you long, but I know heartache when I see it. Your pinning over one of them two, and bad.”

“Don’t go there…” you mumbled.

He raised his hands.

“Alright. But all I’m saying is one dance with me and I’ll have you swooning.”

“You’re just a big flirt aren’t you? Anything with a pulse and you flirt with it.”

“Ouch, okay. Not quite everything, I have standards.”

You laughed softly and smiled at him as you turned your head to look at him.

“Come on, I’m a real good dancer.” He grinned.

“Not happening.”

“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, no inappropriate behaviour.”

“No flirting?”

“I can’t promise that.” He beamed.

You laughed softly and he held out his hand, this time giving you a soft smile.

“Come on, just one dance is all. A distraction until we get to wherever we’re going.”

“We’re going back to London, I told the doctor I had to go home.”

“Well, a parting dance then, how’s that?”

Jack grinned at you and wiggled his fingers, trying to coax you into taking his hand, and you did.

You slowly reached up and took his hand, letting him carefully pull you up and lead you back to the lower part of the TARDIS and around the other-side of the console.

While dancing, you asked each other questions, deciding to use this time to get to know one another better.

“So you can’t dance.” Jack laughed.

You slapped his back, making him laugh even more.

“I never had the chance to dance with anyone you ass, why do you think I’m stood on your feet?”

“Because I’m very good looking obviously.”

You snorted a little bit.

“And you’ve got one fat ego.”

You grinned at him and he grinned back, shrugging a little bit.

“And I know my worth.”

“Yeah, nothing.”

“Oh alright then, I see how it is, I could just let you fall you know.”

“Yeah but you’re a gentleman you wouldn’t.”

He grinned a little bit and you heard someone clear their throat, and you both looked at the doctor and Rise before stepping away from one another.

“We’re back in your town, are you sure you want to go through?” The doctor asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Got things to do, sorry.”

You hugged Rose goodbye, and you looked at Jack, and he grinned, holding his arms out and you hugged him as well before moving to the door.

“Wait actually I want to come with you! Can I come with you?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“I could use the help with some stuff actually yeah. See you guys later!”

The doctor went to hold his arms out for a hug, but you had already gone out the door, and you walked down the street.

When you were sure you were away from the TARDIS you stopped and turned to your new friend, furrowing your brows a little bit.

“Why did you want to come?”

“Why did you accept?” He countered.

“I’ve got some stuff to do, and I can’t do it on my own. Your turn.”

“I’m helping you fix this messy love life of yours, I’m telling you right now spend enough time with me and he’ll get jealous.”

“I doubt that, but whatever you’re helping me for free so.”

“I get to spend time with a very good looking person, and housing for free cause you’re going to have to house me of course.”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head.

Sometimes you just clicked with someone, and you became fast friends, and that’s exactly what happened with you two.

He soon became your best friend, and he was your plutonic soulmate and you were sure if it.

He’d been staying with your for a few weeks, helping you do some renovations around your place, and now he was helping you decorate.

“Why did you choose blue?”

“Because I want my bathroom to be blue obviously.”

“Okay but why light blue.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Cause.”

He rolled his eyes and flicked some paint as you as you walked into the room.

“Alright no need for that, I’ll kick you out.”

“You wouldn’t, you love me here, I can cook, I can clean, I’m the whole package deal you know.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Yeah, whatever you say, I’m going to finish the garden.”

“Wait give me like ten minutes.”

You nodded and walked further into the bathroom, sitting in the bath as you stared at the ceiling.

“You’re a strange one.” He laughed.

“Well I don’t want to sit on the floor.”

“Strange.”

There was a knock on your door, and you looked at him confused.

“Expecting guests?”

“No…”

He nodded and carried on painting and there was another knock on the door.

“You going to answer it?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then.” He chuckled.

The knocking ceased, and after a couple of minute you heard the door unlock and Jack was immediately in his feet.

He gestured for you to be quiet and you nodded, and he turned the bathroom light off, and walked over to the door.

“I know you’re in somewhere!”

You both sighed and he turned the light back on.

“You can’t just go breaking into people’s homes!” You called back.

Jack opened the door and put his weapon away and peaked his head out only to take a few steps back when the doctor appeared.

“You can’t just break in.”

He looked between you and the space captain and he frowned a little bit.

“Why are you sat in the bath?”

“I asked the same thing.” Jack said.

You just shrugged a little bit and got up, sitting in the edge instead.

“What’s up?” You asked.

He looked to Jack who raised his hands as looked at you.

“Going to leave for a few hours.”

He slipped away and the doctor gestured for you to come out of the bathroom so you did, and you followed him into the living room instead.

“Why have you been avoiding us?”

“We’ve been busy doctor, I’ve got to get all this done.”

“That’s not what I mean. I meant, you’re ignoring all of the calls and texts.”

You looked at him confused before you remembered.

“Oh sorry, Jack lost my phone and I had to get a new phone and SIM card, so new number. Here.”

He took your phone and set it aside.

“You’re spending a lot of time with him.”

“He’s helping me.”

“Hire someone.”

“Too expensive.”

The doctor narrowed his eyes a little bit.

“Ask someone else.”

“I don’t see why this is your concern.”

“Because he’s not the sort of person you should be seeing.”

You blinked and stared at the doctor quietly for a moment.

“I’m not seeing him.”

“Then why have you spend the last few weeks with him?”

“Because he’s helping me do all this, no one else can. I don’t see why you’re so bothered.” You snapped.

Getting up, you stormed away and outside to start figuring out what you needed to do out there and the doctor followed you.

“Dance with me.” He said.

“I thought the world imploded if you danced.” You scoffed.

He let out a deep breath, and he walked in front of you, holding outer his hand.

“Dance with me.” He said again.

“No.”

“Just give me your hand stop being so stubborn already.”

He wiggled his fingers and you looked at his hand, then at him, and he flashed you a little grin.

“Come on.”

“I’m busy.”

“No you’re not, you were sat in the bath.”

“No.”

He sighed and let his hand fall.

“This is because I didn’t answer you isn’t it?”

You stayed quiet.

“I didn’t mean to push you away (Y/N), I just… I got confused, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well you made it perfectly clear don’t you worry.”

“Bloody hell (Y/N)…”

The doctor walked over and planted his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m trying to tell you I should have told you I love you.”

“You’re just mad I’m spending more time with the biggest flirt in the universe.”

“I don’t get jealous, and I’m saying it because it’s true.”

He smiled softly down at you, and leant down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t say anything.. then as time went on I didn’t know how..”

You closed your eyes and sighed softly.

“Don’t lie to me…”

The doctor leant forward, brushing his lips against yours.

“I would never lie to you…”

You smiled a little bit, placing your hands on his arms.

“You’re jealous…”

“I’m not…”

“Yea you are.”

He huffed a little bit, and he took a step back, taking his jacket off he placed it over your shoulders and then crossed his arms.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then what’s this about?”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s summer, you’re trying to prove a point to Jack.”

“I am not.”

You laughed a little, slipping your arms through the sleeves and you looked up at him.

“Yes you are, the doctor is jealous.”

“You were jealous too!” He huffed.

You slapped his arm and he grinned a little bit at you.

“So can you send him away now?”

“Nope, he still has to help me.”

“Then I’m helping too, I’m not leaving you unattended anymore.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the wall, and you stood in front of it, taking some notes in your head, very aware of the doctor right behind you, very away of his arms on your shoulders.

The doctor was jealous, and now he wasn’t letting you out of his sight because he was jealous and he wanted you and everybody else to know it

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Touchy-Feeley

Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary : Steve’s always touching you, but it’s totally platonic right?

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings : not proofread, pure fluff, idiots in love, pining, petnames, kisses, don’t think there’s any use of Y/N or descriptors of physical features, this was written at 4am lol.

A/N : This is my first fic for Steve! I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but I saw a tiktok and it inspired this. I hope you enjoy it 🤍

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You and Steve had been best friends for a while now, becoming even closer after everything with the Russians at the mall went down.

You’d met through Robin, she’d dragged you into the back of Scoops begging for you help to figure out the code they’d heard.

Well that ended up in you, Robin, two kids called Dustin and Erica and strangely, king Steve Harrington.

You weren’t his biggest fan in highschool, seeing the way he treated people. People like you and Robin. That night changed everything, the way he kept all of you safe, eventhough he didn’t really know you.

After that you’d become friends, not as close as him and Robin or yourself and her, but friends no the less.

There was something else you’d learned about Steve during this time. He was someone who loved physical touch.

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Walking into Family Video you waved over to Robin, “Hey.”

“Hey! Please tell me you bro-” Sliding her lunch across the counter she clasped her hands.

“I love you so much, did you know that?”

“Mhm. I’m using your discount, just so you know,” you spoke and walked away down the aisles to look for a movie or two.

Zoned out whilst you read the back of a case, you jumped when you felt arms wrap around you. “Sorry babe I did call you, but you must’ve not heard me.”

“Hi Steve.”

“Watcha thinking of getting?” he asked, now resting his head on your shoulder. “Not sure, this sounds interesting. It’s called Labyrinth.”

“It’s only been put back out today, it’s meant to be really good.” You hummed in acknowledgement. “Hey maybe we could watch it together?” he suggested.

Tapping your fingers on his hands that were linked around you, “Sure sounds good.”

“Great.”

He let go, but took your hand instantly, pulling you towards the counter. Rubbing his thumb against yours. Things like this had become normal to you now, it was stranger when he didn’t touch you.

Taking the VHS from you, he put it through, putting in his details so you’d get a discount. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Shush. I’ll be watching it too.”

He then pulled out his wallet and put a dollar in the till. “Steve!” you scolded.

“Shush!” Rolling your eyes playfully, you took the movie from him.

“When do you get off?” you asked.

“Like 5, gotta drop Robs home.”

“Do you wanna come over at 6:30 then? Or is that not enough time?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll bring some snacks.”

“Great, I’ll see you later then.” Giving one last squeeze to your hand, he smiled, “See you.”

Shouting goodbye to Robin, you waved as you headed out. The shorter haired girl appeared in the doorway. Fork in her mouth she mumbled, “You’re so in love with her.”

“Shut up!”

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The door knocked just after 6:30, quickly answering it, you smiled. Steve dressed in a yellow sweater, a bag in hand. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting him come in.

“So I brought candy and popcorn, and I thought we could get a pizza?” he said, as he placed the food on your kitchen counter.

“Sounds great. My mom and dad are at some reunion thing so we don’t have to share,” you laughed.

He smiled at that, you laugh. It was the most beautiful sound, making butterflies erupt in his stomach.

He knew you were going to be a big part of his life as soon as he lay his eyes on you. He didn’t think it would be in this way. He was scared of getting hurt in all honesty.

After everything that happened with Nancy, he was happy to be playboy King Steve for a while. But then he saw you smile at Robin as she teased him and Dustin in Pig-Latin and knew it was something more.

“Steve,” you voice snapped him back to reality, “lost you for a second there, you okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry, so do you want to order the pizza now and then watch the movie?” he asked.

You let out a laugh, “That’s what I just asked you, silly boy,” you smiled, shaking your head. “Tell you what, you take the snacks into the living room and I’ll call.”

He nodded, pecking your cheek as he walked past you. He didn’t notice how your cheeks flushed when he did. They always did. He had that affect on you.

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With pizzas half eaten and movie playing, Steve spoke, “Come here,” he said, opening his arms up to you.

You grinned as you leaned into him, arms wrapping around you. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Steve you saw me this morning.”

“Too long!” he groaned.

“Well you’ve got me now,” you said, leaning up to leave a soft peck on the his jaw.

He shivered slightly at the feeling. Your eyes went back to movie, head resting on Steves chest, hearing his heart beat.

He could only hope it wasn’t too loud. He felt like it might explode, the way you kissed him could’ve killed him.

He whispered your name, “Yeah Stevie?” Now that, that could kill him. “Did you ever think we’d end up like this? Me and you?”

“Honestly, no. Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself having a pizza and movie night with King Steve.”

He let out a noise of dislike at the name, “I don’t wanna be like that again.”

“You won’t be. Don’t think me or Robs would let you, or Dustin.”

“Yeah I’m stuck with the nerds now.” Letting out a scoff you pushed up off him, “You’re calling me a nerd?” your eyes were wide, in mock offence.

“Well … yeah a bit.”

“How rude! How am I a nerd?”

“Well you’re the biggest book worm I have ever met, you’re great at all school subjects-”

“Am not!”

“Are too. You love sci-fi, you’re fluent in Pig-Latin out of all things, the list goes on and on babe.”

“You’re horrible to me, you know that?”

“Ah yes, the guy who brought you this movie.”

“Using your discount!”

“How horrible, and got you pizza and snacks.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” you said, moving over to the over end of the couch.

“Hey come back!” he laughed, pulling on your ankle.

“No! I’m clearly too nerdy to sit next to the great King Steve,” you huffed, trying to pull out of his grip.

“I’m not King Steve.”

“Who are you then?”

“Just Steve.”

“Just Steve?”

“Mhm, and you’re just you. My favourite nerdy person ever.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s it, I come over. Give you wonderful company, feed you and you call me King Steve and roll your eyes at me.”

He got closer to you, “You called me a nerd!”

“And am I wrong?”

“I … Well if I’m a nerd you are too!”

“No!”

“Steve your best friend is a 14 year old genius.”

“Rude. Also you’re my best friend and so is Robin.”

“So a child nerd, a band nerd and a just me nerd?”

“Exactly!”

“Wow.”

He was now next to you again. “Forgive me,” he said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Stop it!” You laughed at his pouty face.

“Not until you forgive me, I’ll do anything,” he said, wrapping his arms around you once more. “Please forgive me. You’re my favourite nerd.”

“Let me go!”

“Not until you forgive me.” He squeezed you as you tried to wriggle away. Pulling and pushing him, you were on the end of the couch and almost out of his grip.

That was until you fell on the ground, Steve following after. “Jesus are you okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned, pushing up off you.

Unable to answer as you fell into a fit of giggles, “You’re crazy,” he smiled fondly, leaning over you.

Calming yourself you met his eyes, matching his soft smile. He heart thumped against his chest, while your tummy did somersaults.

Leaning down slowly, as to give you time to stop him, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

Soon enough his soft lips met yours, moving together, as if they were made for each other. Your hand went to the base of his neck, playing with the hairs there.

Smiling into the kiss, Steve pulled back, giving you a few more soft pecks. “I wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“Steve have you ever seen me let someone touch me the way you do? Even Robs?”

He tried to recount a time, there’d been one occasion he’d seen Robin hug you and you not squeal pushing her away. The night at Starcourt.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. I’m not a touchy-feely person. But for you, I am. I love it.”

“I love it too.”

“Then don’t stop, hold my hand, hug me, kiss me.” He lent down to do just that.

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