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LOOK OUT!

my next two fics are 110 % going to be out sometime this week :-)

1. "two wrongs never make a right." ~ ROBIN BUCKLEY an angst req (cw that will be added: death and ... angst.) (this took years i'm sorry i'm just catching up on my reqs 😭)

2. "the touch of a sculptor's hand." ~ NANCY WHEELER idk what to call this .. its not fluff but its not angst🤔 somewhere in between.

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More people need to write for nancy wheeler

so i will

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may i have this dance?

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synopsis: as the next in line for the throne, all you need is a qualified spouse. your father, the king, holds a masquerade, per your request, in search of the fellow to take your hand in marriage; however, your father doesn’t know your qualifications heavily rely on the laws of attraction and affection.

robin buckley x princess!reader (fem reader)

royal!stranger things au : in which all depicted characters are associated to royalty...

a/n : reading chapter one is highly recommended!! i'll work on reqs now:: this was challenging to finish tbh</3

“So, my lady, are you excited for tonight?” The driver peeked up at you through the mirror.

“Mm,” you hummed, thinking, “I’m… not sure.

"I mean, yes I’m about to shoot through the roof right now thinking about tonight. But, what if they don’t like me after they find out I’m the princess? Or I don’t even find anyone!”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry too much, I’m sure you’ll find the one. It took me forty-two years to find the one, yet I’ve never been happier. Take your time, princess.”

You smiled at him, your mind retreating to the scenarios you’ve been floating off to for the entirety of your girlhood.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

You could almost hear the clinking of your heels on the tile of the ballroom. Your body rhythmically swaying like the slender leaves of the willow tree you’ve spent countless summer days under rustling in the brisk spring afternoons. A muffled orchestra coupled with your breathing as you revolved around the ballroom. The music crescendoing you deeper into your dreams. The perfect waltz. A dance you’ve rehearsed countless times. Yet one problem remained; who’d fulfill the role of accompanying you?

The image of your home grounded you back on Earth. Carriages upon carriages strung through the pavement stretching to the main doors of the castle. Many luggaged with an assortment of roses, the scent seeping into your car. The rose aroma filled your lungs as you inched closer and closer and closer to the castle. There was little time for fantasizing about your ball anymore. Your ball is right now.

“Welcome, your maj–…this way please,”

You stifle a chuckle from the miniscule slip up, and smiled back at the guard. You playfully pressed a finger to your lips.

Your hands lowered to your skirt. You gripped the draping, silk fabric up from your legs as you exited the carriage. The grand entrance swallowed you in, and your heart fluttered with every passerby's footstep. You’ve walked through these halls every single day, yet your nerves had your legs stuck tight to the cobblestone pavement.

“Is everything alright?” A masked voice sneaks up behind you, peering from over your shoulder.

Shivers are sent down your spine, you can feel the hairs on your neck prickle up. Their voice felt like a breath of fresh air upon your skin. Cool and revitalizing. You turned to the figure, their gaze locking with yours. The majority of their features are masked, but the slight upturn of their rosy lips are left exposed.

Their hair was sleekly tied back, a few loose blonde strands framing their black mask, bejeweled with bold, blue gems. A black tuxedo hugged their figure. Contrasting their dark attire, their shimmering, blue eyes speak volumes to you; complimenting the sapphire gems running through their mask. Though three words had left their lips, the connection between your eyes spoke a million more.

“Oh! Um, pardon?” you squeaked. You averted their gaze, adjusting the tightness of your mask. Perhaps Vickie had tied it a bit too tight. Perhaps all the blood rushing to your head made you a bit more scatterbrained than usual.

“You were just… frozen, for a lack of better words.”

“Oh, right.”

Your mind began racing, your heart alike; had you been standing there for long? Did you look presentable? All these questions raced through your mind as you shared an awkward giggle between each other.

“Um, shall we?” You gestured to the main hall, looking back up at them.

“Of course, my lady,” they replied, their arm blooming away from their body, out to you.

Hesitantly, your hand connected with theirs. Only thin fabric separated your skin from theirs. A smile creeped on your lips. The night had only begun, yet it seemed like you'd already found a more than suitable candidate.

The recapitulation of a piece hummed in between the two of you. No words were spoken until you had made it to the grand staircase. As you were about to make your entrance down the steps, you tugged on the anonymous figure’s arm. They turned to you, pausing on the first step.

“I haven’t gotten your name,” you spoke quietly, as if the two of you were sharing a secret.

They leaned toward you, tilting their head just past your cheek.

“That’d ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Their words harmonized with the chords ringing through your ears. The way their breath fanned against your skin, the way they smiled as they pulled away, and the way they were able to get your jitters all ‘jittery’ with a single question sent you off your feet.

“At least let me call you something,” you pleaded. “I need to be able to call out to you somehow, right?”

Though their composure was certainly strong, the evidence of their coolness wavering was compelling.

Their eyes darted away, their whole body turning momentarily. A hand flying to their face in an attempt to hide their reddening cheeks; although their cheeks were completely concealed by their mask.

After clearing their throat, they turned back to you, “R…Romeo? How about that?

“I mean, I won’t go on and, um, die, and I hope you don’t either, but I can be your Romeo tonight!” Their smile warms your heart once again, it was as if they were the main entrance of the castle: the hall that swallowed you up, leaving you motionless.

“Shall we get going, Juliet?” Their question broke you out of your trance, almost parallel to your introduction to each other. Only this time, your relationship with your mystery Romeo had shown you a promising conclusion to your childhood dreams.

A soft giggle left your lips as you joined Romeo on the steps. With each step, your heart fluttered. Your eyes were glued to the floor; the idea of tripping in front of your Romeo haunting you.

All the years of ballroom etiquette was forgotten when you became determined to win over your Romeo. Your focus on successfully making it down the staircase interfered with the pace they had already begun. Your arm stretched out, their hand still intertwined with yours. Their patience with you was almost relieving; each step carefully planned like a waltz. However, you failed to notice their gaze on you, how their gaze watched you with great caution. Romeo's demeanor appeared harsh, but their intention was full of affection.

By the time you made it down to the ballroom floor, all that was left of your composure was the adrenaline of the night. You fretted about your hands; were they sweaty? Could they notice it through your gloves? Were you gripping their hand too tight?

Your anguish was painted clearly on your face. Your eyes darted across the room, watching dancers float across the floor. Many envisioned your ideal night of choosing your partner:

The atmosphere reeked with adoration. Arms cradling your waist, yours draped over their shoulders. Your eyes locked, peering into each other’s passion, learning about the other with every step and every twirl.

You turned to Romeo, who was intently scanning the other attendees as well.

“Would you like to dance?” you proposed. Their head whipped toward you, their eyebrows peeking out from their mask.

You giggled, “I hear the next song is especially lucky for lovers,”

“Oh, really?” They replied, giving you a cheeky smile. “Then, may I have this dance?”

You swear your heart skipped a beat. Your body felt hot. Your heart soaring though you stood stock-still. Your mouth gaped ever-so-slightly at the prompt, eyes wide.

“Oh my goodness,” you murmured, hiding your face from Romeo. “Oh my goodness.”

Your eyes returned to the ballroom floor, the crowd dispersing, you were so close to achieving the dream of waltzing with someone you adore. Within the next song, you could decide if this felt right. This, the connection. This, their affection. This, your judgment.

Your gaze returned to your laced hands as the orchestra prepared for the next song.

Panic scattered across their face, their cheeky response morphing into embarrassment.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I would really like it if you would dance with me, but you don’t have to. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything… is it me? Does me being a woman, umm, not appeal to you? I’m sorry, I should’ve told you! I…”

Your eyes peeked out from your hands, “You’re a lady?”

Romeo’s cheeks burned again, their eyes closing, “I… I’m sorry, it seems I, um, overstepped.”

Just as Romeo was about to turn away, your hands found its way back to the hem of her sleeve once again.

“I really don’t mind,” you whispered, looking around. “Come with me, I have to be completely honest with you too.”

***

You weaved through the mass of people, bodies bumping into you constantly. The only connector between you and Romeo holding on by your sheer strength of a pinch. Men and women towered over you, blocking your sight from maneuvering through the crowd.

Suddenly, you stumble, breaking through the final ring of people. You found yourself on the main floor. The floor where you had seen elegant bodies circling along to the rhythm of the music not too long before. All eyes turn to you, whispers slung across the crowd. You notice the absence of Romeo, whipping back to where you had burst through.

“Romeo?” you call out, observing each masked face for your Romeo, the image of her sapphire bejeweled mask still fresh in your mind. You felt frozen again, the feeling of unwanted attention felt humiliating. You wanted to run, to get out of this place, to find her. But, the crowd’s eyes held you in place.

It was as if time froze with you. Only the whispers pushed each tick of the seconds. You could feel tears welling in your eyes; the mask was already hindering your sight. The crowd became blurred, drowning in your tears. Your lips stung from the constant pressure of anxiety. Your eyes stung with the belief that your special night was rapidly fading away, that you failed to find ‘the one’ – rather, you weren’t able to keep her.

Rather abruptly, the orchestra blasted a melody. You had believed you were just daydreaming once more. That in desperation to leave, you must’ve drifted away while you sulked. You had believed you were dreaming until someone swept you away, breezing past the people bordering the ballroom floor. You felt your tears dry up from the dance, though you needed no question to know who had made your dreams reality.

It was not the sapphire gems that adorned her mask. It was not the rosy lips that made your heart skip a beat each time it curled up just perfectly.

It was the passion behind her eyes. A cloudless sky that you’ve laid under, letting time pass by. An ocean that roared with indescribable patience. An iris that spoke to you when barely any words had left your lips. It was her eyes that reassured you that your qualifications were just what you were looking for.

“I..” you gasped. You barely knew what was going on. Your feet hurried with theirs, slowly finding rhythm with the music.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

“Do you know how hard it is to get past these men?” Romeo laughed, twirling you around, past confused faces.

You shared a smile, the feeling of humiliation felt away. Lost in time.

Though her skin did not know yours, you still shivered under her grasp.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

Your mind traces back to your daydream, actively living it in the moment. Your heart rate majorly contrasted the tempo of your waltz. The floor was yours. Only the two of you danced the night away while attendees stood still, basking in the passion of the two of you.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

“May I take you away from here, Juliet?” Her voice snuck into your ears, silencing the music.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

You stared at her in awe. Your dance did not stop; although, her body begged to drag you away from the circle.

One. Two. Three.

“Yes.”

***

Within a moment, she had you chasing after her through the crowd, heading towards the first door in sight. Gasps trailed the two of you, the stares surely burning holes into the fabric of your dress.

Those grand wooden doors, excellently carved with various animals, creaked loudly against the continuing harmony of the orchestra. The two of you slipped between the slightest slit in the door, leaving the confused crowd behind you.

“God, that must’ve been the most nerve wracking thing I’ve done,” You caught your breath, pressing up against a wall.

Her laugh echoed through the hall, “Do you know where we are?”

She took a spot next to you, peering at you.

You merely looked at her for a second, the silence deafening.

“I think it’s time I come clean as well,” you spoke, untying the ribbon that upheld your mask.

Her mouth gaped as she caught wind of what you confessed, slowly comprehending your features. Your nose, your lips, your eyes; she studied every last subject.

“You’re the princess,”

You hummed in response, your focus stuck on the tile you stood upon.

“So, what does that mean for us?”

Her question immediately broke your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together, finally locking eyes with her.

“I want us,” you started, “to be together. I want you to be my lover… Romeo? Should I still call you that?”

Her smile could barely be contained behind her lips. Her head bowed down the slightest bit as her hands traveled up to work at the blue ribbon. Her mask drooped, exposing her freckled cheeks which had remained red and hot. Piecing together all her features, stunning you again and again.

“Robin,” She finally pulled the mask away from her face, “that’s my name.”

“Robin,” Her name rolled off your tongue like milk and honey. To Robin, it was like you had spoken a spell, entrancing her under your love.

“Robin,” you repeated, “do you mind accompanying me outside?”

“No, I don’t mind at all.”

***

Your footsteps echoed through the halls as you led Robin towards a place you’ve spent your childhood, your teenagehood, and soon your womanhood. A place where your psyche could heal, relax. A place endeared to your memories.

You pushed through a door, the smell of earth crashing upon you. Scents of dew, leftover from the morning, grass, and moist forest. The visibility was low, the cloudy night sky barely illuminating the land around you two.

Robin draped her jacket upon your shoulders, her expression reminiscent of your first encounter.

“We’re almost there,” you smiled, “I should know where to go by memory, but I wanna be sure I can get you there.”

“No worries, princess,” she reassured you, taking the first step onto the grass, holding her hand out to you.

You gladly took her hand. However, you took the lead not too long after that.

The area was not too far from the exit, but did require a small hike. The two of you certainly got to know each other before reaching your destination.

A willow tree stood tall before the two of you. You smiled as you watched Robin’s reaction, it reminded you of moments before, the moment she realized who you are. Perhaps, she wondered what she was to you. But, the presence of awe was certainly present.

“She’s beautiful,” Robin shook her head, walking up to the trunk. “I’m glad I got to accompany you here.”

“Me too,” you agreed, following her up to the tree. “I really like you, Robin.”

“Me too, princess.

“But, how will we work out? I mean, will we be allowed to be together?”

“Of course! Robin, I would amend the constitutions for you, I would renounce my throne for you.”

She immediately shook her head, “No, don’t do that. I mean, I think I’d rather see you prosper, princess, I can’t have you giving up your life on me.”

You pulled your gloves off, repeating the action with Robin’s. Taking her hands in yours, you nodded, looking up at her.

“Fine then, amending it is.”

***

The night was spent with laughter and storytelling. Carving a new memory in the willow tree. A memory that would open a whole new life with your lover.

[yorluver]

this royal au is kicking my ass

i know how to write it but i just CANTTTT im going to my req bare with me

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i strongly believe in u …

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Me when janie poo 😁😁🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[yorluver]

this royal au is kicking my ass

i know how to write it but i just CANTTTT im going to my req bare with me

[yorluver]

part 2 of may i have this dance might b a little late, sorry !!

[yorluver]

may i have this dance? : 1, my true love?

chapter index

synopsis: as the next in line for the throne, all you need is a qualified spouse. your father, the king, holds a masquerade, per your request, in search of the fellow to take your hand in marriage; however, your father doesn’t know your qualifications heavily rely on the laws of attraction and affection.

robin buckley x princess!reader (fem reader)

royal!stranger things au : in which all depicted characters are associated to royalty...

navigation // masterlist

Your true love. An idea you’ve spent your early girlhood pondering about. During arithmetic, you’d formulate an equation of love. During linguistics, you’d write faux letters in numerous languages to ‘prepare’, for your true love may be from a foreign land. During literature, you’d read about romance. Curating a rather passionate imagination for a princess.

However, you were certain most girls on this planet would desire to fall for their true love. It was a fact you knew would be true. Most people, regardless of rank, had their true love. And you were determined to find that person. No matter how long it would take, or what it would take, you’d find them.

***

“Mademoiselle,” a gentle voice echoed into your room, “your dress is ready.”

“You may enter,” you sang back, peeking out from your folding screen.

Your trusted servant, Vickie – though you preferred to refer to her as your friend – made her way to you, her hands carefully handling your dress. Assortments of black and gold fabric seemed to sparkle before your eyes. Your eyes twinkled at the sight of your gown. The attire tapered elegantly to the floor; although, it was not your typical, glamorous gown. This gown was the epitome of ‘simple yet elegant’. A gown perfect for your plan.

***

Your plan to meet ‘the one’ was straightforward. Disguise yourself, and present yourself as someone you’re not. Whoever would love you for you would be the one. ‘The one’ loved you for you; not your father, not your title, not your riches. For you.

This person would not care about following formalities, they would have no need to pretend in front of you, they would have no attraction for anyone but you.

***

“Oh my,” your voice fluttered, hands tracing each thread sewn into the seams, “it’s beautiful.”

“It sure is,” Vickie smiled. “Now, why don’t we get you into this dress. The ball will commence in about an hour.”

You nodded, and in no time, you were fitted perfectly in your dress. Vickie giggled as you did a twirl, your dress fanning out under you. You felt lighter, as if you would start floating into the air.

“My, I’ve never seen you smile like that,” Vickie noted, prepping your mask.

You felt your ears burn, “Am I that excited? I mean, Vickie, I’m going to meet the one tonight.”

Vickie stepped toward you, displaying your mask. Slowly, she made her way behind you. Her arms reached above your shoulders, fitting the mask according to your features. You stared at your reflection as you watched yourself disappear. Even though your person was the same, the image of you contrasted the reflection moments before.

Previously, you were the esteemed, royal princess. Now, you were a lady, capable of searching for her true love without any bias.

“Mademoiselle, are you ready to take your leave?” Vickie inquired, following your procedures.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded, leaving your reflection behind, heading toward your new life for the night.

The guards in front of your chamber guided you through the castle, through a back exit, and into a spare carriage. Your excitement was bursting through your chest. Your nerves mixed with your anticipation proved something was sure to happen.

This was just like the hundreds of other balls you’ve been to, so why are you nervous about this one?

[yorluver]

may i have this dance?

i .. ii .. iii <all pics from pinterest.>

synopsis: as the next in line for the throne, all you need is a qualified spouse. your father, the king, holds a masquerade, per your request, in search of the fellow to take your hand in marriage; however, your father doesn’t know your qualifications heavily rely on the laws of attraction and affection.

robin buckley x princess!reader (fem reader)

royal!stranger things au : in which all depicted characters are associated to royalty...

navigation // masterlist

a letter from cait!

it's two am. and as i was writing this, i felt like it would be best to split this fanfiction into two parts. one part just for backstory. it isn't 100% necessary to read the first part, just highly recommended for full immersion? :) this is to make up for the angst i've written. this is now complete !

part 1: my true love? : backstory, prior to the ball.

part 2: may i have this dance? : during the ball.

[yorluver]

I love play date so much!! I can’t wait for the part two <33

tysm, my love !!

if u havent seen it already, it's out [here] :-)

[yorluver]

hiii how are you?

helloo!! i'm doing pretty good as of late, how are u ? <3

[yorluver]

what time is play pretend pt2 coming outtttttt

right NOW!!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[yorluver]

i'll wait for you.

gif creds: theceaselessidiot

part i .. part ii you are here!

synopsis: part 2 of play pretend...

angst w a happy ending 🫶🏼 ; robin buckley x reader

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You could only remember the scene of Robin and Vickie’s hands locking together. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed, nor how you ended up in Steve’s car.

“Everything’s alright, Y/N,” Steve’s voice was soft, “What’s happened? I thought Robin was bringing you home?”

The mere thought of Robin stung your eyes. The words all sat clear in your mind, yet a clutter of incoherent words blubbered out. Steve’s attention quickly diverted to you; although, his focus remained on the road.

As if you were a baby, Steve gently rubbed your back. Your tears finally spilled, staining your cheeks. God it felt pathetic, but he’s the only other person who knew you liked Robin.

“You can have my beer, but there should be a bottle of water on your side if you wan–”

You took the bottle without hesitation. The bitter liquid felt cool sliding down your throat. Although you were never a drinker, you couldn’t care less as to your decisions. It’d all feel the same in the morning, a hangover or no hangover.

“Sorry,” you spoke, placing the empty beer bottle in the cupholder. Your tears still streaming down your face.

“It’s fine,” Steve sighed, leaning back in his seat. “You wanna try again?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“So, um, Robin made this plan to get Vickie’s attention, and– and I would be her pretend girlfriend, or whatever the fuck, so Vickie would l-look at her. I don’t even think she needed me,” the words tasted more bitter than the beer you’d downed moments prior, “‘cuz she had it all down right after she did some, um, ‘moves’ on me. I know shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with her. And fuck, it just hurts. Y’know? Having to see the girl you’ve been madly in love with since Sophomore year go along to another girl with the same heart eyes you’ve had for her.”

It was silent, other than the hum of the engine. It was humiliating, to say the least. Your mind paced along the endless roads of possibility, distracting yourself from the current reality. What if I hadn’t agreed? What if I told her that I loved her? What if Vickie didn’t notice her? What if she didn’t leave me there?

You knew that your ‘What Ifs’ only existed through your mind. The possibility of you and Robin had withered. The garden of love you tended to so carefully had wilted in a blink of an eye. You held on to a single red rose. You knew the possibility of you and Robin was gone, but your love was no probability.

“Steve,” you spoke, breaking the silence, “take me to the after-party.”

“The what?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, his face illuminated by the stoplight. “Y/N, what are you thinking of doing there?”

“Please,” you pleaded, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

Steve scoffed as he altered his route, turning around.

“You owe me, I’ll stay outside. I’ll take you home after this; for real.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smiled while the party came into view. Drunk teens spilled out into the field. Steve parked in front of the house, unlocking the door. “Thanks, Stevie. I’ll make it up to you somehow!”

You hopped out of the car, the harmony of a song leaked out from the house. The stench of liquor flooded your senses.

The moment you opened the door, you saw her. You were down the corridor, she in the living room. Her body slumped against a couch. She huddled away from the up-beat, drunken crowd. You’d expected to see her happy; you expected to see her with Vickie. Yet, her eyes looked dim. The living room abandoned by the crowd, only inhabited by Robin. Your heart clenched in the sight of her.

You took slow steps toward her, the atmosphere was heavy. Smoke and booze stifled your lungs. As you got closer, you noticed her stormy eyes, hectic and dark.

“Robin?” you choked out, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

Her eyes flicked up to you; her gaze subconsciously luring out your affection. No matter how hard you fought to submerge it, it’d resurface the moment her attention was on you. You drowned in her presence as she bolted towards you. She pulled you in her arms, her arms tightening around your waist once more. You were reminded of a scene of you and Robin. The act she played for Vickie seemed lost, Robin’s emotions fell into your hands.

Robin’s head was nestled in the crook of your neck, her breath fanned against your skin, her sniffles were quiet. You could tell she tried to hold back her tears. You could see yourself in her.

You wondered if she’d make the connection as well: being in love, it doesn’t work out, and then confiding in someone. A cycle both of you lived. However, Robin was the only drive of your cycle. You wondered if she knew that.

“Can we… go somewhere else?” Her voice was weak, but it resonated strongly with your heart.

You nodded, pulling away from her. Your thumb swiped away her tears, drying her face. Your hand took hers as you led her someplace quiet. You knocked on every door you passed until one proved vacant.

You pulled Robin into a small bedroom on the first floor, the room untouched by the alcohol. You flicked on the lights, signalling her in. She sat down on the side of the bed, you sat next to her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I shouldn’t have asked you to be my fake girlfriend. It was douchey of me, and I did it for no reason.” Her voice grew louder, sounding more like the Robin you fell in love with. She fell back on the bed, “She doesn’t even like me, or well in a romantic sense. She said she ‘loves hanging out with me and my personality’ but she's just not into girls. She’s–”

Your hands pinched her lips. “I'm sorry about Vickie,” you sighed, “but I wanna talk to you, not about her.” You paused for a moment, preparing yourself.

“I’ve liked you, Robin. Since sophomore year, I’ve liked you ever since I saw you in band. You were the first girl I’ve ever liked, and probably the only person I’ll love like this.”

After your confession, you released Robin’s lips. “I know it’s a shitty time to say this, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

You laid down as well, her head next to yours. In all honesty, you didn’t want to see her reaction.

Suddenly, Robin cupped your face, and clashed her lips with yours. Your eyes widened, and your heart rate quickened. Her lips were soft, and her gaze dreamy as she pulled away.

“Robin,” you whispered, her hands still holding your face.

“I’m so stupid,” she shook her head, sitting up, “I can’t believe I didn’t catch it. You, I mean. You were here this entire time, and I just, hurt you,”

You moved beside her, locking your gaze with Robin’s. You dove in her eyes again; however, you didn’t search for the pearl, you decided to wait for it. You just needed to give her time. The silence between you was comfortable, but you needed to reply.

“I'm okay now,” you smiled, taking her hands in yours, “I’ll always be in your corner, Buckley. No matter what, I’ll wait for you.”

She returned your smile, nodding, “I... Thank you, Y/N, I can’t wait to love you the way you’ve loved me.”

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thank u guys for liking play pretend enough to get me to write a part two!!! I genuinely cannot thank u enough🫶🏼 from the bottom of my heart, i am so grateful for all of you.

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[yorluver]

hi guys!!! i'll have part 2 of play pretend out TOMORROW!!!! cmt / reblog if you'd like a tag 🫶🏼 (to whoever commented on p1, i got u)

[yorluver]

do yk when play date pt 2 is gonna be out? -🤥

sometimes this week luvie !! Dw i'll get it out asap 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[yorluver]

you should make it super angsty at the beginning and then give a happy ending 💔 if i don’t get a happy ending i will cry every night

ok i promise u u wont cry 🫶🏼 i hope