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I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting much lately!!

I started a new job and I’ve just been super busy. I’ll start posting more once I graduate next month!!!!

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Not Flirting - Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve been running with the Van Der Linde gang for a couple of months now and a certain cowboy has caught your attention, but you’re not convinced that you’ve caught his. Everyone else at camp seems to see it though.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, horses, awkward reader and Arthur, supportive best friends, Sean being loud, abrupt ending, author may write a part two

Word Count: 1853

A/N: I’ve been so busy lately, I wrote this and proofread only once, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Another RDR2 post, this time for Arthur! I hope this is ok! <3333

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"Thank you, Miss Grimshaw!" You called out to the older lady, who only dismissed you with a wave of her hand, as you stood from where you were working. You walked over to where Uncle usually sat against a wagon, not expecting him to be anywhere else, and immediately spot him on the ground with his hat over his eyes. You cleared your throat to announce your presence and he lifted the hat, grabbing the shirt you held from your hand. "Thank you, Y/N! You know, that's my favorite shirt! Thanks for patching it up for me!"

"Of course." You nodded with a polite smile, knowing that if it was up to you, you'd have made him patch the hole in the fabric himself. Quickly turning around, you head over to the horses and patted a few of them before grabbing your own, praising her as you threw a rope around her neck.

You had joined the Van Der Linde gang a few weeks before they had arrived at Colter and you had quickly became friendly with most of the members, mainly the ladies you worked with. Occasionally, when you had a break between chores and you had enough time, you'd sneak off for a short ride. You loved to take your horse out for some alone time, enjoying the nice break without having to worry about your work or Grimshaw yelling at you about something.

As you cinched the saddle, Mary-Beth noticed you. "Does Grimshaw know?" She asked from behind you and you quickly looked back at her with a smile on your face. "Mhm. I wish you could come along." Both of you looked down at the bucket of water in her arms and she jokingly rolled her eyes, "I'm just convinced that you're her favorite." You finished tightening the saddle and moved up to untie your horse. "That's usually how it goes." You playfully shrugged, "Well, I'm off to enjoy my alone time. Have fun cleaning dirty laundry."

Mary-Beth teasingly cut her eyes at you as you glanced back at her while you laughed. "Stay safe!" She said with a smile as she turned to continue her chores.

After mounting your horse, you began your ride. The gang had just arrived at Horseshoe Overlook and you were excited to explore some of the area on your own. You had rode into Valentine with Arthur, Uncle, and the girls, but it was more of an overall bad memory than a good one for most of the people involved. It was a bad memory for the ladies because of some trouble they got into in town. It was a bad memory for you because as you were getting out of the wagon in town, you tripped and fell right onto your hands and knees in some mud. Right in front of Arthur.

The ladies at camp had first asked you if you had a crush on Arthur back in Colter. You had attempted to brush them off, denying any accusations that they made, but they saw right through you. Of course you had a crush on Arthur. He was very kind, never hesitating to help you out when you needed something and always being a very respectful man. The girls would occasionally mention that they thought Arthur had taken a liking to you too but you would always hush them before they could even finish their sentence, claiming that it was just nonsense. Arthur was a busy man, a dangerous outlaw, the right hand man of Dutch Van Der Linde. He was Arthur Morgan. You knew that he had no time for someone like you.

Soon after you got to Horseshoe Overlook, some of the other members asked you how you felt about Arthur. Javier had noticed a flirty interaction between the two of you. Curiosity took over him and later that evening he found you, "Hey, Y/N. Just wondering, is there something going on between you and Arthur?" You shook your head frantically, telling him no, and Javier just chuckled. "Okay." He responded, not sounding convinced at all.

Arthur was usually gone from camp during the day, away doing all sorts of things. You noticed that Dutch seemed to use him for work more than any of the other men. You didn't really mind it though, you worked better when Arthur wasn't around. On the rare occasion that Arthur was at camp while you were working, you'd be so distracted by just the sight of him that your chores would pile up and Grimshaw would call you out on it, flustering you even more.

You lost track of time as you rode around the plains of New Hanover. You weren't paying attention to much of anything until you saw Arthur on the road not far from you. He was on his Tennessee Walker and heading your direction, most likely returning to camp for lunch. As he got closer, you couldn't help but admire him. He had his black hat on his head and his brown hair was slightly messy, poking out from under his hat. You had noticed that it grown a little longer since the gang got back from Colter, you had even wondered if he'd let you trim it for him once it grew out a bit more. Soon, you met in the middle of the dirt road and stopped your horses.

"Hey there, Y/N." Arthur moved a hand to rest across the saddle horn, "You find enough time to sneak away again?"

You smiled as you nodded, "Thankfully," you looked in the direction of camp, "You headin' back to camp?" Arthur looked toward camp and then back at you, nodding his head. "Yeah, a bowl of Pearsons stew for lunch would be better than nothin', I guess."

You couldn't help but grimace. "Yeah..."

There was a short silence between the both of you, you didn't want to end your ride just yet but you also didn't want to pass up an opportunity to ride back to camp with Arthur. You suddenly had an idea and spoke before you even realized it. "Wanna race back to camp?"

Arthur laughed as he looked down at his horse, you watched as his head dipped and his hat covered his eyes slightly. "No, we've done enough runnin' around for today."

"I guess you're just too worried about losin'." You teased. Leaning forward, you urged your horse into a walk and turned, slowly starting down the road. It was then that you suddenly saw Arthurs horse dart past you, already moving in a fast canter. You grinned as you lifted your reins and wrapped your legs around your horse, quickly speeding up. As you galloped down the short stretch of main road, you attempted to get your horse to catch up until Arthur quickly turned down one of the many paths leading to Horseshoe Overlook. You finally turned the corner and saw Arthur already slowing down at the hitching rails.

Slowing your horse, you looked down as you patted her neck and praised her. Arthur dismounted and turned to praise his own horse. Bringing a hand up to pet his horses face, he turned his head toward you, "You said I was too worried about what?" He asked playfully.

You dismounted your horse and tied her to the hitching rail before moving to loosen her saddle. "She's got shorter legs, it wasn't a fair race!" You laughed while you gestured to your horses legs. Arthur smiled, "No, it was plenty fair." You shook your head, "Nope."

The two of you were too busy bantering to notice the small audience you had attracted. Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen were sitting nearby and listening to your conversation. "That is definitely flirtin'." Karen observed, speaking just low enough to make sure that you and Arthur couldn't hear her. Tilly and Mary-Beth nodded in agreement. "Do you think either of them even realize it?" Mary-Beth asked and Tilly just sighed, "Probably not."

They watched as Arthur stood with you, still talking about the horses and your short race until your horse was untacked and put back to eat some hay. Mary-Beth hummed, "I don't believe I've ever seen Arthur look so happy." The other ladies agreed as they saw you and Arthur walk over to the stew pot together and each dip a bowl before sitting at the table together, proceeding to eat across from each other.

A few minutes had passed and Sean walked up to the table. The ladies noticed and groaned as they watched. Karen soon turned away, refusing to even look in that direction.

You and Arthur turned your heads to look up at Sean and the ladies listened as Sean loudly commented on the both of you. "You've got to be kiddin' me. You ride up here together and come sit here together to eat lunch but still refuse to admit your feelings to one another?"

Both you and Arthur were in shock. You noticed Arthurs cheeks turned a bright pink but you ignored it, instead turning your full attention to Sean, "Can you please go bother someone else?" Arthur cut his eyes at Sean, "I jus' helped save you and this is how you act? You think I won't turn you back in myself?"

Sean raised his hands in defense, "I'm just sayin' what we're all thinkin'!" You and Arthur just looked at him and shook your heads. You then looked down at the empty bowl on the table in front of you, silently thankful that you had a reason to leave the uncomfortable situation, and got up from your seat. "Excuse me."

Arthur remained sitting, his eyes moving from Sean to you as he watched you walk to put the bowl away and then move on to go back your work. Sean was silent before he was called away, wasting no time in leaving from the table.

Being the only one left at the table, Arthur sighed as he stood up and attempted to just resume where he left off with his work.

The ladies who watched the whole situation unfold kept their eyes on you as you walked over to them.  You noticed the looks on their faces and sighed, "Don't say anything."

"Weren't going to." Karen responded, lying straight through her teeth. Tilly and Mary-Beth sat silently and watched as you grabbed a cloth and prepared to clean some dirty dishes.

They each waited, expecting you to say something, but after a moment of silence, they all slowly parted ways to resume their own chores.

You looked up from the dish you were beginning to scrub for just a moment and saw Arthur mounting his horse to leave camp again. You watched as he leaned over the horn to pat the horses neck and then sat back up, looking over at you. You made eye contact before you quickly looked back down at the dish in your hand and continued scrubbing.

Arthur sighed as he looked back ahead of him, urging his horse into a walk and leaving camp.

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Menacing - Simon Riley x f!Reader drabble

Summary: Simon doesn't mean to scare you all of the time but, for some reason, he still doesn't make any effort to fix the issue.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader is pretty short compared to Simon, Simon loves to kiss the top of readers head any chance he gets

Word Count: 285

A/N: A kinda?? continuation of the sleepy drabble, just another silly short of Simon unintentionally freaking you out, hope you enjoy <3

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Simon had a bad habit of accidentally scaring you. It happened a lot; he'd silently linger in doorways, just watching you, rarely even speaking up after you gasp when you finally notice him. He'd also occasionally walk up behind you without saying a word, leaving you oblivious until you yelp once you realize he's there. For such a large man, he was surprisingly quiet.

You were in the kitchen, standing at the stove as you absentmindedly stirred the pasta sauce you were preparing for dinner. You stood over the pan, not paying attention to anything around you as you hummed to yourself quietly. Suddenly, without warning, your boyfriend's deep voice spoke up from behind you, "Smells great already."

You yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the spoon that was in your hand. Turning slightly, you lifted your head to look up at the man standing behind you. Simon looked down at you with an almost guilty look on his face, his large brown eyes staring into yours. "Sorry." He mumbled, always feeling slightly bad for the way he accidentally scared you but never attempting to announce his presence.

"Simon, honey," you sat the spoon down and spun your body completely toward him, "You have got to stop doing that, it freaks me out." Simon shrugged as he leaned forward, looking over your head and into the pan on the stove.

"Jus' wanted to tell you that dinner smells good."

Sighing, you turned back around and picked the spoon back up. "It'll be ready in a bit."

Simon gently placed his large hands on your hips, leaning down to quickly press his lips to the top of your head before wordlessly moving away to set the table.

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MATE WHAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR SHIT LIEK THIS FOREVER I NEED FLUFF I CANT W SMUTT ANYMORE

<3333 Sooo many fanfics are nothing but smut, some fluff is needed to balance it out!!

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rhe one who just sent another anon ask I LOVE YOUR WRITING AHHHHH

-🎀 anon

Thank you so much!!!! <33333

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Alone - Charles Smith x f!Reader drabble

Summary: Finding alone time with Charles was hard, but the two of you made it work.

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, reader is a member of the gang, reader is shorter than Charles, reader is a 'thats us' type of person, reader and Charles both strongly appreciate nature, hunting trip but the actual hunting part is not detailed, lots of wildlife, Micah Bell mentioned briefly, author just had to include Charles throwing Micah to the ground

Word Count: 715

A/N: I'm not sure if this counts as a drabble or if it's just a short oneshot but either way, here you go! I don't see many x reader fics for Charles but I love him too much to not write anything for him. Hope you enjoyyyy :))))

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It was a beautiful but humid day in Lemoyne. Birds were chirping, insects were buzzing, and alligators were basking along the riverbanks. You were more than delighted when Charles invited you out for a hunting trip.

The two of you hadn't been finding much time for yourselves lately. The gang started getting extremely busy, Dutch always finding something for Charles or you to do, allowing for little to none of your time to be spent together.

You tacked up your horse, patting her neck softly while Charles mounted Taima. You quickly threw a leg over your own mare and you both began your trip. You were heading to the plains of New Hanover to bring a bison back for camp.

As you rode side by side, you each told each other about your morning. Charles told you an amazing story about an awful conversation he had with Micah, which pleasantly resulted in Charles throwing Micah to the ground.

Soon, you arrived at the plains where the bison roamed. You and Charles brought your horses to a halt, watching the bison for a moment before continuing with the hunt.

The hunt was successful, the two of you would be returning with many resources for camp, but you were sure you'd still hear some type of complaint from someone.

It was mid-afternoon when you decided to stop, neither of you ready to go back to camp just yet. You trotted ahead and lead Charles over to a grove of trees. Dismounting your horses, you allowed them to graze together as you sat under the shade of a large oak tree. Charles sat on a log by the base of the tree and you sat on the ground in front of him, sighing as you leaned your head back against his thick leg. His large hand moved to gently run through your hair, fingers playing with it absentmindedly. You sat there in silence for a bit, just enjoying the company of one another, as you listened to the sounds of the horses pulling up small patches of grass and the birds chirping in the trees around you.

Your eyes were shut as you relaxed. You sighed, hands resting on the grass beneath you, your eyes only coming open when you felt Charles move behind you. He leaned down closer to your level as he raised his free arm to point at a rabbit that hopped out of the brush. "There. Do you see her?" His deep voice whispered next to your ear. The hand in your hair came to a halt but still delicately rested against your head. You nodded, smiling as you watched the rabbit sit and look around. "She's too cute." You whispered back to him and his eyes moved from the rabbit to you, watching the way you admired the animal. After a moment, the rabbit hopped back into the foliage. Charles leaned back and his hand resumed its movements, brushing through your locks once again.

You hummed as you closed your eyes, slowly opening them again just to see two small birds hopping on the ground in front of you. "Look, it's us." You giggled, head turning to look up at Charles. He looked over at the birds and chuckled, "Yeah, that is us." Charles could barely get his sentence out before one of the horses stomped her hoof against the ground, presumably to scare insects off of her leg, and scared the birds away.

"Oh." You stated plainly. Charles laughed, "Sorry, birds." You watched together as they flew away, taking it as a sign that you should head back to camp. The two of you sighed as you stood from your places, walking over to the horses and mounting them once more before you headed back to camp.

Riding alongside each other, you soon returned to camp and to your own separate duties. Before parting ways, Charles leaned down slightly and you planted a soft kiss to his cheek. You both pulled back and smiled, his eyes never leaving you as you turned and left to do whatever task you had been given.

You enjoyed the time that you spent with Charles, even if it was short, but he believed that he enjoyed the time that he spent with you even more.

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Welcome to my blog!

Some things about me:

I read and write fanfiction. (I am very new to writing and using tumblr though)

I mainly write x readers.

Most of what I write will be with a default female reader.

I only write about fictional characters. (Mainly video game characters)

I do not write smut or anything dark.

I hope you enjoy my work :))))

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Sleepy - Simon Riley x f!Reader drabble

Summary: You get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, not expecting your boyfriend to follow you.

Warnings: Fluff, sleepy cuddling

Word Count: 181

A/N: This is my first drabble. Thank you so much for the support on the first part of No Promises! The second part will be out soon. I was really nervous about posting for the first time but the support I got on that part encouraged me a lot! I hope you enjoy this :)

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"What-" You whispered, your eyes squinted as you attempted to focus on the large figure in the doorway. You had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, not bothering to turn any lights on, and definitely not expecting your behemoth of a boyfriend to follow you.

"'M sorry, love. Didn't mean to scare you. Woke up and you were gone." Simon spoke, his voice thick with sleep, as a large hand moved up to rub at his eyes, "Jus' wanted to see where you went."

You finished up and walked out of the small room, your puppy-like boyfriend towering over you as he trailed close behind. "It's ok," You reassured, "I was coming right back."

The two of you entered your shared bedroom, climbing into bed and getting into position—your back pressed snugly to Simons chest and his thick arms wrapped comfortably around you. "Love you." He mumbled as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you too, Si." You responded before quickly falling back asleep, feeling secure in the arms of the man that loved you.

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Trying to write fanfiction for the first time is so humbling, it feels like I've never written anything ever.

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No Promises - Simon Riley x f!Reader (Part 1)

Summary: Simon is finally back home. Out of boredom, he decides to do something new and learn to care for some flowers. Luckily, at the store, Simon meets you—a young woman who is very knowledgeable on flowers and very pretty kind.

Warnings: fluff, angst (in future parts), happy ending, awkwardness, meet-cute, reader is awkward but bold, lots and lots of cringe, age gap (reader is 24 and Simon is 34), authors very first fanfic, information on flowers written by an author who got all of their information from the internet, flower and plant inaccuracies

Word Count: 2,935

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It was midnight when Simon stepped into his apartment. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and rolled his shoulders as he walked down the hallway and to his bedroom.

It had been months since he last saw the place, everything looked exactly how he had left it, and he didn't miss it. Simon preferred to be working. Staying busy at work meant not being at home. Not being at home meant not being alone with his thoughts, which is something he never liked to do.

The idea of a working dog had been recommended to Simon before but he wasn't very fond of it. Captain Price brought it up one day, telling him that it could be good for him. A working dog could help him out with lots of things, the mental health aspect being one of the most important benefits. Simon brushed it off, claiming that he enjoyed not having to worry about anything other than himself and the current team, and he wanted to leave it at that. Price didn't push it much after that conversation, he understood where Simon was coming from.

Simon had no family and no friends outside of work. But he preferred it that way. He preferred being alone because it meant he had a little bit less to worry about. No worries with having to take care of a pet, no added stress of a significant other, and no anxiety when balancing time spent with family and friends. He liked it that way so he kept it that way.

Sighing, Simon began preparing for a shower, eager to let the warm water beat on his sore muscles. He sat in the hot shower for a little while longer than he initially planned but it was very needed.

Eventually, the water was cut off and Simon climbed out of the small shower. He grabbed a towel and ran it over his head before turning to look at himself in the fogged mirror. He stood and looked, his body barely visible in front of him. His hand came up to wipe through the moisture on the mirror and his brown eyes suddenly became clear as he stared back at himself. His short blond hair was messy and damp, and the ends started to curl a bit. He moved to run a large hand through his hair and noticed a sizable new scar stretched along his bicep. Every time he came back home he had new scars on his body. Simon didn't really like or dislike them. They were just part of him. He continued looking at his reflection for a moment more before leaning forward and proceeding to finish his routine. He combed his hair, brushed his teeth, put on some clothes, and finally plopped into bed.

Simon groaned as he attempted to get comfortable and, at last, closed his eyes.

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Running was a good way to keep busy, Simon figured. He enjoyed staying active while home, it made him feel a little better. Out of habit, he was awake at five and outside running by six. He didn't mind it though, he enjoyed being out when most people weren't. Seven o clock hit and he was already back at his place. After a quick shower, he ate his usual breakfast, which consisted of a slice of toast, a cup of black coffee, and a cigarette.

Just after breakfast, Simon was already itching to get busy again. But he had nothing to do. It was a quarter past eight when he decided he'd find something to fix up in the apartment. The restless man hummed softly as he looked out at the small patio through the back glass door. Maybe he'd get some flowers.

No, he shook his head at his thoughts, he'd just end up killing them.

But he really could benefit from some other life around the apartment. Maybe he should get some flowers.

Simon grabbed the keys off of the counter before running out of the door and to the nearest hardware store.

Arriving at the store, he walked in to browse. Simon looked around and wondered what he should look for first. Maybe tools to hang the flowers along the roof of the patio.

He walked over to the aisle of tools that would be used to hang the flowers and saw a young woman standing there.

You stood confused as you eyed the different hooks and screws on the shelf. You suddenly looked up at him and smiled shyly before backing up to give him enough space for his own browsing. Simon quickly and timidly smiled back at you before moving in to look at the tools next to you.

Mumbling to yourself, you leaned forward and grasped a small box of hooks before letting them go. As you leaned back again with a frustrated sigh, Simon glanced over at you.

He was silent for a moment before he ultimately spoke up, "You having trouble finding somethin'?"

You looked up at him and nodded.

Your voice was soft compared to his, "Oh, yes, I'm needing some hooks for my back patio. I'm getting some pretty big flowers and I just don't know which set would be strong enough to hold them."

Simon stepped forward, turning his head slightly in hopes that you wouldn't see the slight smirk on his face, and clutched the set he had been eyeing for himself, "These should do the job." He handed them over as he looked down at you, his eyes meeting your own.

Your fingers grazed his slightly when you reached for the box, "Oh, thank you."

Simon nodded, his cheeks turning a bright pink. "I'm actually doin' the same thing." He cleared his throat, "Gettin' some things to put flowers out." He gestured to the array of boxes on the shelf in front of them.

You watched as he stepped forward once again and grabbed a box of the same set for himself.

"Oh, cool!" You grinned, "I love having flowers around, it just makes me feel better, you know?" His eyes met yours when you looked up at him with a very, as much as he didn't want to admit it, pretty smile.

Simon mentally shook that thought from his head, he just needed to get the box and leave.

"What kind of flowers are you getting?" You asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Never had any before, I jus' need somethin' I hopefully won't kill the second I get home." He answered, his cheeks flushing out of embarrassment.

You giggled at that and Simon felt his heart pound in his chest.

You nodded understandingly, "I get it, it can be hard keeping plants alive sometimes. I killed lots of flowers when I first started keeping 'em, don't worry." Your face heated again, "I've just never used... hooks before..." You veered off sheepishly.

"It's alright." He smiled as he looked at you. Your eyes were on the floor between your feet and an awkward silence fell over the two of you until you spoke up once more. "I, um, I've never seen you around here before." You stated, the sentence coming out more like a question than an observation.

"I'm not in the area much." Simon answered, "Usually gone for work." He moved nervously, readjusting his stance.

"Oh, okay." You acknowledged, "Thankfully, I work here in the area so I'm not really gone much." Your eyes were back on his when you spoke, your confidence seemingly coming back.

"You don't get bored of it?" He questioned. "No, not at all. Work keeps me busy, my flowers do too." You replied with another sweet smile on your face.

"Well, thank you for the help..." You hesitated, realizing you hadn't asked for his name.

"Simon."

You repeated his name quietly and Simon felt his knees buckle a little bit.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled and Simon repeated your name, not missing the way you grinned at the sound of his voice saying your name.

"I-I hope this isn't too forward of me, Simon," Simon gulped hearing his name roll off of your tongue again.

"But are you," you paused to swallow anxiously, "Single?"

Simons eyes grew large, he certainly did not expect to be asked that. He nodded his head a moment later, "Yes."

Your own eyes widened, as though you were shocked at hearing that. "Oh, okay. Are you, um, looking for anything r-romantic at the moment?"

Simons stomach clenched from the awkwardness and he was sure you felt it too. Even so, he responded softly, "No. Work keeps me too busy to worry about anythin' like that."

Your smile faded a little but you nodded in understanding. "I get it." Your eyes looked into his own, it was clear you were very nervous but still tried very hard to appear confident. "Would it be inappropriate for me to offer you my number? Just in case you, for some reason, change your mind? I-I could also help you out with your new flowers if you need." You stammered.

"Love, I'm sorry but you're probably too young for me anyway." He replied, his deep voice now much softer. Your face heated at his words and your brows furrowed. "I'm twenty four."

Simon breathed out, "I'm ten years older than you."

"That's not bad at all."

"It's ten years, love."

You both sighed at the same time and your eyes drifted to the floor. Shaking your head, your looked back up at him. "Can you just take my number? Just in case you change your mind?"

Simon just looked down at you, his big brown eyes scanning your pretty face. How could he simply brush you off? He hadn't experienced something like that in a long time and as much as he wanted to abandon the situation, Simon wasn't stupid.

"Okay. But I'm not promisin' anythin'."

You grinned proudly, announcing your phone number while Simon typed it into his phone.

"It was very nice to meet you, Simon."

"It was very nice to meet you, Y/N."

Even after you parted ways, Simon still felt like his stomach was in a knot and his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

He tried his best to ignore the feeling as he bought the needed tools and then left to go buy the last items needed; the flowers.

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Simon sat on his couch as he admired his new flowers. It didn't take him long to set them up, he had only bought four of them. He decided to hang two of the pots on the hooks coming from the roof of the patio and decided to sit the remaining two on the ground. It had been a few days and the flowers were doing great but he was concerned about accidentally killing them. He wanted to do everything he could to make sure that they flourished. Simons mind then drifted to you.

It could be a good idea to speak with you about any concerns he might have about the flowers. You were clearly knowledgeable.

Plus, you offered to help.

Simon grumbled to himself as he leaned back on the couch. Attempting to ignore his thoughts, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and began searching the internet for some more tips on how to help his flowers thrive.

The internet browsing did nothing but make him wonder more. Would it really be so bad for him to contact you for some advice on the plants? Simon knew deep down that he didn't want to speak with you about advice. You were gorgeous, sweet, and intelligent. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he mostly wanted to reach out to you because he was interested in you. He hadn't been with a woman in years because he didn't feel the need to be. He was busy with work and he left it at that, he didn't want any added stress.

Yet, Simon still found himself swiping his large thumbs over the phone screen and quickly pressing his contacts. He searched for your name and tapped it, coming to a halt when he wondered if he should text or call you.

His first instinct would be to call, just to speak and get it over with. He huffed out a breath, wondering if he should just text you instead.

That's what kids your age do, right?

Ultimately, Simon pressed the button to text you. He sat on the keyboard for a moment, deciding how to word his greeting. His thumbs moved over the keyboard and typed out his first, very rough draft.

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Simon: Hey, it's Simon from the other day. The flowers are doing good so far but I had a few questions and was wondering if you could help me out. Thanks.

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Simons face turned in disgust. He was not writing an email. It was a casual text. He had texted people before, why did it seem so hard all of a sudden? He deleted the message and tried again.

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Simon: Hey, it's Simon. Do you have any tips for the flowers?

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He read the short text and immediately pressed the delete button on the keyboard.

With a very audible groan, he began typing once again.

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Simon: Hey, Y/N. It's Simon from the other day. The flowers are doing good so far. Wanted to see if I could ask you for some tips on their care.

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Simon reread the text multiple times and finally decided to send it. His thumb tapped the send button and he quickly swiped out and closed his phone, sitting it on the couch beside him.

His heart pounded in his chest and he felt like he could throw up any second. Why? Why did he let himself get so worked up over you? He hated it but he hated the idea of your number sitting useless in his phone even more.

Simon sat on the couch for the remainder of the evening, waiting for your response. After a while of watching some random show on the television in front of him, he received a notification on his phone. He immediately picked up the phone and opened your text.

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Y/N: Hi, Simon! Of course, I'd be more than happy to share some tips with you :)

Y/N: Do you need help with anything in specific?

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His heart rate picked up and his thumbs quickly began typing.

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Simon: No, I just need some general tips. I got some flower food and I did some research on the right time to water them, I'm just worried they won't last long.

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He expected to have to wait for your response again but your chat bubble popped up immediately. Simon had no shame in replying quickly and keeping the conversation going.

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Y/N: Oh ok. I'm sure they'll be fine, there's no need to stress over them too much. They maybe be fragile but flowers are much more resilient than many people realize :)

Y/N: Some flowers more than others, is all

Y/N: What kind did you end up getting?

Simon: Snapdragons. They were supposed to be somewhat low maintenance so I figured they'd be a good choice.

Simon: Photo

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Simon figured it'd be a good idea to send you a photo of the flowers. He assumed that you would appreciate them and he also thought that it would be good for you to see them, just in case they looked off in any way.

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Y/N: Heart reacted a photo

Y/N: They're very pretty, Simon! Those pots are perfect for Snapdragons of that size. They look great. You mentioned that you had done research on feeding and watering them properly, so just keep doing that and I'm sure they'll continue to thrive.

Y/N: I like the way you have them set up too, it's very nice :)

Simon: Thank you. Did you get yours set up?

Y/N: Photo

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Simon pressed on the photo of your back patio. Multiple types of flowers were hanging along the top and some were sat on the ground. There were two chairs positioned neatly by the flowers with a small table between them. It looked very nice.

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Simon: Heart reacted a photo

Simon: Looks good, Y/N. I hope I can get my flowers to look as good as yours do.

Simon: The chairs are a nice touch.

Y/N: Thank you :) I am very proud of my work.

Simon: You should be.

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Simon watched as your chat bubble appeared and then disappeared a few times. He wondered if he said something wrong. Or maybe you just didn't know what else to say.

With the lack of conversation, Simon gained a sudden wave of courage. He quickly typed out a message and before he knew it, he pressed send.

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Simon: Y/N, would you like to meet for dinner tomorrow night?

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He watched as your chat bubble, once again, appeared and disappeared multiple times.

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Y/N: Yes.

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That was it. You didn't say anything else. Simon didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing but like the brave man he knew he was, he continued on.

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Simon: We could meet up at the Italian restaurant by that little bookstore on the corner, if you'd like. At 7

Simon: ?

Y/N: That sounds great, Simon :)

Simon: Thumbs up reacted

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Simon then put his phone down and let out a deep sigh. The sigh was one he had never released before, a sigh mixed with both relief and stress. He hoped he wasn't making a mistake.

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