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feel free to delete this if it’s been requested already! is it alright to ask for 20 from the kiss prompt for Riddle? thank you both so much!

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Riddle Rosehearts: 

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

Height was a rather sore subject with Riddle.

He knew how tall he was, he knew how tall you were, he didn’t know why everyone wanted to make it their business. It had taken some time on his part to come to terms with asking you out as he knew the short jokes would fly his way but he didn’t much care, how tall or short you were had nothing to do with his attraction to you. He liked talking with you and he enjoyed your personality, those were the things that truly mattered to him, he didn’t need some pesky beauty standard dictating who he was allowed to fall for. He was relieved to find that you felt the same way and didn’t seem at all bothered by his short stature, and why should you be? He was just as good as any tall suitor that might come your way.

Still, even if the teasing was well-meaning and coming from his dearest friends, he couldn’t help but be annoyed.

“You’re in a sour mood,” You commented as you started to make your way down the staircase, nearly tripping before Riddle grabbed the back of your ceremonial robes to prevent you from toppling down about three extra flights of stairs. “Thanks! But still, what’s up?”

“…” Riddle didn’t like to talk about this with you, it had been trouble enough to confide his emotions to you but this was another can of worms. Perhaps part of him was afraid that his height bothered you, that you were waiting for just one more person to point it out and the dominos of your relationship would come toppling over. It was a foolish thought but he was scared of it nonetheless. “I have a question.”

“Shoot!” You’re about to take another step but Riddle stopped you again, not wanting you to fall while you were distracted with conversation.

“Does my height… Do you ever wish I was taller?”

“I’ve never thought about it.” Your response is so quick that it nearly sent him tripping down the stairs, “Not that I don’t know how tall you are, just that… well, you’re you, you know? Tall or short, I just want to date Riddle Rosehearts.”

Riddle is generally overwhelmed with the urge to kiss you every time you enter a room but it seems even more amplified now, his hands reaching out to cup your cheeks as you smile up at him like the beautiful angel you were. He knew he was foolish and he would write out a formal apology for having the audacity to doubt you for even one second. You were never like the other students and he knew you weren’t yet he’d allowed his insecurities to take over anyway; he’d take this as a lesson that he should talk out the issues he’s having rather than bottle them up to the point of worrying himself sick.

“Thank you,” Riddle mumbled as a rosy hue spread across his nose, highlighting his cheeks in a matter of seconds as you nuzzled into his hands, “I’m forever grateful to have met you.”

“You’re the tall one right now, Riddle!” You teased, happy as his lips lightly brushed against your own, “Was kissing me from that angle any different? Or maybe I look a little different when you’re looking down at me?”

“…Of course not, you’re exquisite as always.”