#this was meant to be a ShORt BlurB im sorry

[soonyoungs]

what about maybe angst/hurt to comfort with mingyu, it could be a really stupid argument they’re both feeling stubborn over & then some cute fluff/smut at the end 🥹🙏🏻

ఇ mingyu and gn!reader

ఇ warnings: smut! alcohol consumption mentioned! not proof read! written while sleep so i hope it makes sense!

ఇ wc: 1,597 (this was really only supposed to be a short blurb)

ఇ notes: i’m so sorry this took forever! i’ve been so busy with work. i hope this is alright! 💗

[4:33 am]

“you’re drunk,” you say to him, voice monotone “i’m done talking about this until you’ve sobered up and i’ve calmed down”. you close the front door behind him, as he stumbles in. he crosses his arms and juts out a hip in annoyance. if he wasn’t as drunk as he is now you know he’d roll his eyes, but at the moment he can’t even manage that.

he huffs, starting to move passed you and shakes his head “whatever,” he wobbles on unsteady legs, running into the entry wall. you move to help him level himself and in pure, emotional, instinct he pushes your hand away. “ve’got it,” he mumbles, just barely securing his footing and slowly walks by you. bending over to take off your shoes, you sigh at his outburst. hearing you he stops in his tracks, whipping his body back around “got a problem?” he makes his way back to you, softly running into you as he does so.

“no, gyu” you say, slowly “no problem, just tired. let’s talk about this after we’ve gotten some rest, yeah” you straighten your back and pat him on the shoulder “im going to bed, good night”. you stand on your tip-toes and leave a small peck on his cheek, letting your face linger next to his longer than you had meant to. you’re thinking of all the things you want to say, all of the bones you’ve got to pick with him, but before you know it he has his mouth pressed against yours and your back pushed against the front door. a small moan leaves your throat and your eyes widen in surprise, your hands resting on his arms for support.

mingyu lifts his hand to your face, holding it gently in place, as he deepens the kiss. you open your mouth slightly, only allowing him minimal access. in his state of inebriation he is quick to gently nip at your bottom lip warning you before applying more pressure and giving it a good tug before bringing his head back to make eye contact with you. “what were you saying,” he asks as you’re both trying to catch your breath. you honestly can’t even remember what you had been arguing about anymore. was it because mingyu doesn’t know how to turn off the flirtatious charm when he’s speaking to others? was it because he’d had one too many to drink when he told you he’d “only have one”? or was it because you had accepted a drink from a stranger and mingyu made a scene? no matter the reason, all that mattered now was that mingyu finish what he started.

“dunno,” you whisper, reaching up to grab at the hair on the nape of his neck. “not upset anymore,” there’s a mischievous smirk on your lips as you move forward to start where you’d left off. mingyu pushes himself back and picks you up, planning to drag you to your shared bedroom. he’s wobbling around and you’re scared for your life the entire way but, eventually, you make it to your room in one piece.

you’re unceremoniously tossed on to the bed, body bouncing on the mattress a few times at the impact. you’re about to complain when mingyu crawls onto the bed with you, hovering over your body. he sighs before bending his neck, resting his head on your shoulder mumbling something that sounded like an apology. “what,” you cock your head to the side, freeing him from his comfort space so you could hear him clearly.

“sorry i embarrassed you,” he shakes his head, his tresses tickling you as he does so “shouldn’t have made a scene. couldn’t stand to see some weirdo give you something,” you could tell there was more he wanted to say, he’s just struggling to find the words. you stay silent as you allow him time to think and when he’s ready he begins again “was worried about what they gave you too. you took it so easily and didn’t even seem to care, it could’ve been anything in that cup!” he’s not aggressive with his statement but his voice continues to grow louder as he speaks. you finally remember what had you both so heated on your way home. 

mingyu had brought you along to a party with some of his coworkers and left you unattended for a while to mingle. being the unsocial butterfly that you are you stayed close to the bar, so as not to get lost. as you were finishing up your drink someone, uninvited, took the seat next to you and had begun to try and strike up uncomfortable small-talk conversation. when the drink in question had been offered, you readily accepted it, thinking that it might just help you get through this painfully awkward moment. as soon as mingyu saw you accept the strangers drink, and throw it back in one go, he was on his way to you. ready to let this stranger know you weren’t available and to take a hike.

“baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair “i’m sorry i worried you. i didn’t mean to, i was just trying to get them to go away” you giggle softly, leaving kisses on his head. mingyu moves and peppers small kisses to your lips as his hands travel down to the hem of his shirt, removing it, separating from you to take it off. mingyu makes quick work of your clothes, tossing it to the floor and leaving you both naked.

mingyu is already rearing to go and he’s  sincerely hoping the alcohol is to blame, otherwise his neediness for you is much more embarrassing than he’d like to admit. you’re not much better than he is, as you’re quick to reach down and take him in your hand, stroking him. he groans as you apply pressure and tease his tip. mingyu sits up and throws his head back, allowing you to do as you please with him. “so good,” he’s whining “baby slow down, i’m already sensitive” he’s scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows in concentration. he knows he won’t last long but he wants to make the most of it, and cumming before he can even touch you is not the move.

mingyu puts his hand on yours, helping you stroke him for a bit before he stops your movements and starts rubbing his cock against you, teasing you in return. you let out a groan at the feeling of him rutting against you. “gyu,” you huff “mingyu, put it in soon, please” you’re borderline begging him. he hums in acknowledgment, but continues moving against you, hoping that you’ll climax once before he’s inside of you. you’re close when mingyu bends down and kisses the side of your neck, then you’re cheek and finally he’s tugging on your earlobe. you can hear him pant against your ear, as he’s struggling to keep his composure as he’s rutting his hips against you faster now. you finally tip over the edge and throw your head back, hips jumping as you become increasingly more sensitive.

“one more,” mingyu asks of you as he finally slides himself inside your warm walls “god please, give me one more?” you’re clawing down his back at the stretch of him and before you can even adjust he’s hitting the spots he knows only he can. “feel so good, i’m gonna cum soon,” he’s practically laying flat against you, lifting his hips and dropping them down to pound himself inside of you. mingyu’s got your head cradled in his hands as he burrows his face in your neck, licking a stripe the entire length of it before moving to kiss you. he’s so close, he can feel it in his gut. separating himself from your lips, he begins panting in your ear again. “gonna cum,” he’s repeating to you, breath tickling your neck.

“i’m so close mingyu, please don’t stop” you’re just as desperate to cum as mingyu is. you’re lifting your hips to help him fuck himself deeper inside of you. mingyu briefly lets go of your head to sling your legs over his arms, moving up your body, bringing them against your chest. mingyu takes hold of your head again, making eye contact as he presses his forehead against yours. he gives you a small peck before fucking you at a rapid pace, again. you arch your back, pressing your chest against his own and allowing him to hit deeper inside of you than before. “close, ‘m so close,” you’re eyes are glazing over in pleasure as mingyu begins to reach his peak. he takes hold of your ankles, moving your legs and stretching you to your limit. mingyu’s thrusts lose their rhythm as he begins chasing his high. he’s hitting you in all the right places, deep and fast. before you can even comprehend it you’re thrown into your own orgasm. you throw your head back and rake your nails down the expanse of his shoulders as you cry out his name. mingyu continues to fuck you through it, as you begin to babble. 

once you’ve both come down from your highs and mingyu has taken care of you, he lays you down, tucks you in and moves to snuggle as you settle down to sleep. “love you gyu, im sorry i made you feel upset. i won’t ever take something from a stranger again,” you pout, giving him a quick peck on the nose before running a finger down his chest, teasingly, “or maybe i will, we’ll see.”

[stevie-petey]

Hi m! I had a short blurb idea for you. Could we see Jonathan's pov after his fight with Nancy, and what drove him to go to bugs house? Also his POV throughout their car ride together? Thank you! ❤️

finally had time to get to this one and YES i can <333

enjoy !

"well then i guess we just dont understand each other anymore."

the pain in nancys voice hasnt left jonathans mind since he dropped her off at home hours ago.

he lays in his bed, sheets cold as the night creeps upon him. do they really not understand each other anymore? jonathan knows he understands nancys frustration, how painful it is to be overlooked, but how can he explain to her that hes unable to understand the feeling of security?

hes never had that before in his life. ever since he was a boy, his life has been defined by instability and insecurity.

it was meeting you that brought some sense of security into jonathans life. youre the only thing jonathan considers a constant in his life; he trusts that youll always be a part of him.

he isnt like nancy. he doesnt have a mom who attends to his needs. a house in a cul de sac with freshly painted shutters. jonathan doesnt have the privilege of being a kid, not when hes been helping to pay for his familys rent ever since he was fourteen and legally able to work. he isnt able to lose a job that can pay for his college like nancy can.

security is a foreign concept to jonathan that he cant understand, yet he understands that the burn within him is his love for nancy. and he understands that he cant lose her.

sighing, jonathan gets out of bed and towards the phone in the kitchen. he has to hear your voice, soothe his nerves, maybe even cry. right now, jonathan needs his best friend.

youll know what to do. you always do.

when he calls you and you sound just as exhausted as he feels, he knows that tonight will be one of your driving nights. a few years ago, when your only worries were exams and parental issues, you and jonathan would drive around hawkins late at night and pretend you were the only two people to exist.

as you got older, the need to drive became few and far between, but tonight jonathans chest is heavy and your voice sounds frail.

hes at your house in ten minutes, and within fifteen he has you in his passenger seat with an old mix tape playing as julys cool night seeps through the car. and, within thrity minutes, youve unwoven all of the intricate strings of fear and uncertainty within jonathan.

he loves you for how easily you put him at ease.

you simultaneously support jonathans side while also vehemently defend nancys. you console him, yet you also gently pry his head out of his ass.

"it frustrates me how you always manage to say the right thing." i love how you love me.

"youve known me for years now, its your fault for not getting used to it." ive grown up learning how to love you.

its easy. its as easy as breathing when it comes to you, and jonathan inhales as much of you as he can. for as long as he can, for as much as hes able to.

and then you break jonathans heart with six words.

"im terrified he'll be another 'almost'."

its as easy as breathing, and jonathan wishes that he could exhale for you. he hasnt forgotten the lines that were once almost his to cross. how he had you, all of you, and now youre steves and hes nancys.

in the end it was all for the best, but jonathan hates the scars he left behind. he hadnt meant to, they will always mar your body, and he will never forgive himself for it.

"im sorry, bug." he shouldve apologized earlier. he knows this.

he wishes that there was more he could do, more he could say. but hes never been good with words and hes scared he'll overstep somehow. say the wrong thing, hurt you even more. so instead jonathan holds your hands, kisses away your tears, and silently prays that steve doesnt make the same mistake that he did.

youre steves now, anyone can see that. you love him so deeply and freely that jonathan cant help but admire how beautiful it is. he can see it in steve, too. how much he loves you.

that boy adores you.

jonathan understands the feeling. he always will.

[cumulo-stratus]

“For Me?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male!Autistic!Reader

Description: Y/n brings spencer an early Christmas gift relating to their shared special interest of the sci-fi fantasy series Dune

Warnings: fluff, possible swearing, spoilers for season 10, spencer being an insecure little cutie-pie

Flufftober day 10: Gift giving

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short- and i know it’s not Christmas but i read a blurb a while back with a similar prompt/idea and i loved it so im remaking it here! bon journée!

The snow drifted lazily down from grey clouds- but Y/n was anything but grey today. He had decided that on his lunch break, instead of you know- eating lunch, he would go out to find some early christmas gifts for his boyfriend. Since it was his first Christmas after prison, he wanted to make it extra special. And y/n was doing that by giving spencer as much love and affection as he could, without being inappropriate. Y/n had decided he was willing to endure the teasing from Derek and Emily if it meant he got to put a smile on spencers face. On this particular day spencer was eating his soup at his desk, reading a book when he saw you get up from your desk. Now spencer didnt think anything of it, it was lunch time- hes probably just going to the fridge in the shared kitchenette to get his helping of leftover minestrone soup from the other night. But what did catch spencers attention was when instead of making his to the kitchen y/n started pulling on his winter coat and his spencers scarf.  Spencer looked at Y/n- questioning his actions. “where are you going?” spencer couldn’t help but notice the slightly mischievous glint in his lovers eyes when asked the question. Y/n just responded with a simple “Oh nowhere- but I’ll be back before you know it!” And with that Y/n was gone- already walking through the big glass doors of the BAU after giving spencer a chaste kiss to the lips and sauntering out the door, leaving spencer clueless as he watched his boyfriends back stray farther and farther across the room.

Y/n walked into the bookstore, shaking the snowflakes out his hair and stomping the snow off the bottoms of his beat converse, as a little bell dinged quietly behind him. The sole worker of the quiet shop looked up from the register, throwing y/n a small smile before looking back down at their book. The man made his way to the back of the store first- as thats were the sci-fi books were. As he walked through the worn page scented aisles he ran his fingers across the spines of each book he passed. The uneven surfaces and textures creating a relaxing sensory experience- which Y/n needed especially after how many people had been in the office today.  When did he finally reach the far end of the store- Y/n realized he didn’t know what he was looking for- but he decided that he would know it if he saw it. And boy did he find the right thing. Both spencer and Y/n had just a little bit of an obsession with the sci-fi fantasy series Dune by Issac Asimov. They had read it together- watched the newer movies- and discussed it at length. And now Y/n had found the best gift ever for his boyfriend spencer. It was a first edition set of all 3 books- And one of them- was signed! Spencer was going to freak! Y/n was freaking! Y/ns hands flapped in front of him and he bounced from foot to foot in excitement. 

It took him almost no time at all to bring the set to the front and have the books wrapped in paper- he decided to even pay a couple extra dollars to have them put a ribbon on it. His train of thought was that spencer deserved only the best- obviously.

After walking out of the store- the small ding signaling both the beginning and the end of his time in the quiet shop rang out. The cold air hit y/n causing a shiver down his spine as his feet crunched in the thin layer of snow that coated the DC sidewalks. Y/n stood on the side walk for a moment, admiring the snowy environment- but the weight of the bag at his side reminded him of the job at hand. Y/n began walking again- making his way towards the bus stop. The man glanced down at the watch on his wrist (a Christmas gift from Spencer from previous years), he had 20 minutes to get back to Quantico.  It would take him ten minutes on the bus and 5 minutes to get through security and climb the many floors to the BAU, leaving five minutes to give Spencer his pre-Christmas gift. 

The bus lurched to a stop 1 street away from the FBI headquarters, and Y/n grabbed the paper bag at his side and skipped off the bus into the chilly December air, excited to give spencer his present. 

The big glass doors of the BAU swung open and caught spencers attention from all the way across the room- mainly because of the speed at which Y/n was bounding across the room at. He practically skipped across the bullpen, nearly crashing into spencer as he came to a halt. 

“woah Y/n- slow down!” despite his scolding words the rest of his demeanor betrayed him- he had a big smile and was trying not to laugh as he spoke. He pushed y/n back up into a standing position after catching him, blocking his boyfriend from crashing face-first into his desk. 

“i would’ve been fine dont worry about it-“ spencer juste sighs in resignation at his boyfriends antics. He then noticed the unusually excited look on Y/ns face and became almost immediately worried. This was Y/n after all. Said man noticed spencers worry and only became more excited before saying “look! i have a gift for you!” Y/n presented the small paper wrapped gift to spencer and his eyes widened, confused. 

“what is that?” y/n chuckled at his boyfriends cluelessness- despite being together for years spencer still never quite understood Y/ns caring actions.  

“It’s for you- it’s a gift!

“for me?”

“yes for you silly goose! go- open it!! your gonna freak.”

spencer looked at his partner slightly concerned at how excited he was- but still took the brown rectangle from his outstretched hands. The thick brown paper teared despite spencers best efforts. In Y/ns opinion it was an extremely slow way to open the present- and his intent and excited gaze urged his boyfriend on. spencer chuckled and sped up slightly- and when he finally pulled the worn book from the wrapping paper- his eyes widened. 

“y/n! is this what i think it is?”

y/n just smiled giddily and childlike at spencers equal excitement. Y/n gestured for him to open it and when he noticed the signature his eyes widened even farther. 

“Oh. My. God. Y/n? where did you find this?! its first edition and signed?! oh my goodness darling i love you so much!!” 

he pulled y/n in for a tight hug and spun him around before begging y/n to read it with him. Eventually hotch called everyone to the round table for a new case so unfortunately the couple had to pause their excited conversation about the series (much to the relief of derek and emily, whose desks were right near theirs), and make their way towards the round table room. But spencer snuck one more kiss in on his lovers lips before he bounded ahead to excitedly chat with emily about his lunchtime adventures. And as y/ns conversation faded into the background spencer quietly mumbled to him self;

“for me..”

With a gentle smile directed at the back of his boyfriend.

The End 

[camywamycam]

night guys.

short polly!marauders blurb 

fem!American!reader implied.

571 words

You and your boys were always together, and I mean always. even before you transferred to Hogwarts in your second year it was rare to find one of the four of you alone without another one of you attached to their side. This year when Liam parker transferred from the American school Ilvormorny you two instantly hit it off. you had known Liam before you moved to London with your parents. it was nice talking to someone familiar, also someone whose accent made you question if you were hearing them correctly. you have to admit now that you were thinking about it, you were kind of distant. you were very open with your boys and you really didn't mean to, you were just spending a lot of time with Liam. "hey Y/n we have this awesome prank planned where we add this to the Slytherin's wash and it will turn their robes red and gold! we just need you to sneak this in" Sirius said smirking while handing you a red little packet of a glittery substance "can't, I promised to help Liam with his transfiguration work, he's still not used to Minneys Scottish accent" "oh blowing us off for him again? yeah go ahead I don't care." Sirius grumbled while Remus and James looked at him shocked "oh well sorry that Im helping someone with their work pads" "it's not just that!" "oh yeah? then what else is it? I'm just helping him adjust he's only been here a week!" when Sirius didn't look back at you you got up and made your leave. who was he to dictate how much time you spent with your friend? you still made time for them you quite literally saw them daily!

you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling awaiting sleep to overcome you. you tossed and turned but eventually, you slipped on your deer slippers and quietly snuck out through the portrait door. you wondered the halls on your way to the astronomy tower still half asleep, that was when someone grabbed your wrist. "Couldn't sleep either? James said with a cheeky grin "I'm sorry about the way i acted i was just jealous." Sirius practically whispered "no no don't apologize I was spending a lot of time with Liam Im sorry" "what you have nothing to be sorry about?" this banter went on for a bit until the four of you basically ran back to your dorms when you heard meowing from down the hall.

"Where are you going princess? come back to ours" Remus said softly while guiding you by your shoulders toward the boy's dormitory. their dorm was clean yet messy? socks and underwear laid tossed around the room, but Remus's corner stayed pristine and neat. the complete opposite of Sirius who had rock posters covering every inch of space around his bed with clothes tossed everywhere. The four of you squished into Remus's largish twin bed which was definitely not meant to fit four people in it. "Sirius I swear to get put your foot in my face again and I'm gonna cut it off" Remus grumbled while burring his face in your side which caused both James and Sirius to shove their feet in Remus's face which caused a little war to break out in the bed. the four of you eventually calmed down as you cuddled into each other's warm bodies "night".

[blnk338]

heyyy so i’m back with more random late night thoughts i am so sorry except that i’m not anyways

okay okay okay sooo since roach is (selectively??) mute he uses BSL and ASL to communicate. but now that he and rigo are exploring each other’s bodies talking and being cutie patooties together, i’d assume that roach like. still communicates non verbally and signs. soooo like how much ASL/BSL does rigo know?? prolly not much BSL i’d assume bc he’s american 🦅🦅🦅 so like could we possibly get a lil scene or blurb or mention where roach is kind of teaching it to him or something?? bc that would literally be so cute IDK 👀👀 IM JUST SAYING QUEEN you do you. we’ll eat that shit up anyways 😌😌

killing me with this ask, anon, truly

rigo's really just hardly getting by, a lot of what he does is read roach's fingersigning and is slowly learning ASL from both reaper and roach

and for you, just for you (and all my other tumblr followers), i will give you a sneak peak at an unedited snippet of c25...

Third time. This is the third time Rigo spelled his name with a 'q' instead of an 'r'. With time to kill between missions, Roach and Rigo made it their shared goal to fully get the former into the saddle, with the simplest of ASL. They'd been doing really well with texts and scribbles on scratch paper (or important documents, but were Price and Gallagher gonna care? Probably not...) But unlike Reaper, who seemed to pick up both ASL and BSL like it was nothing, her counterpart was struggling a lot more. They'd gone over easy stuff like "hello," "hungry," "bitch," "bacon," and "dick," but it was kind of important for Rigo to know his own name.

Gary inhaled slowly, holding his breath for a second before the Californian sheepishly grinned before him. "Fuck up again?" The Brit shook his head and held up his hands, this time much slower than the last, spelling out the shortened name. "R," "I," "G," "O," before his hands settled. He watched as the American's hands were brought up, a determined frown across his features while the green-eyed man sat with a content look.

Rigo was cute, to say the least. Sun-kissed sepia skin with a million and one freckles, big brown doe eyes that glittered when he looked over at Gary, wavy deep-brown-nearly-black hair cut into a mullet that swept around his cheeks in the most handsome of ways, a big toothy grin to match his harmonious laugh-- not to mention how touchy he was-- yet in a way that understood boundaries. Their first introduction was polite, proper, though, without any physical touch. Standing awkwardly on either side of Laswell, they waited for the rest of the 141 to unload off the plane. The blonde woman had translated a quick back and forth between them, but otherwise, Gary noticed he stayed pretty quiet. That was until Reaper had gotten more comfortable. It appeared that when she warmed up to the team, he did too.

Suddenly, Rigo was everywhere. Usually at his friend's hip, but gradually, he was there helping with unloading, eating with the team, joining in on the post-mission barrack parties (Scrabble and scary movies), and even sitting closer to Roach. Gary'd noticed that the guy would occasionally catch his eye, sending him a sweet smile, before going back to jabbing at Reaper, who he'd sometimes call "Grim," "pendejo," or "puta" (whatever that meant). After a short while, Rigo was starting to greet him with half-hugs, claps on the shoulder, and even reaching over to pick a piece of dust or dirt off Gary's goggles. Maybe it was because he was always around Reaper, or perhaps he was just that nice, but it never seemed to bother him that he was always wearing some sort of covering.

Rigo started to sign "R," crossing the wrong finger over the other, stopping to laugh at his own silliness, then returning to signing the correct "R." Shit, he was really nice to look at. Knees touching on Roach's room's carpet, the only light being the shitty lamp in the corner, Gary watched him form the other letters. For some reason, every time the Californian looked up, it was like he was scanning the exposed features of the Brit. Without goggles, his beautiful eyes could be shown to the world, and boy, did Rigo absolutely relish in that.

On the final letter, "O," Rigo mimicked a handjob motion, giggling again as Gary shoved him a little. Instinct suddenly had him grabbing Rigo's hand, forcing his fingers to pause and move into an 'o' shape. There was a pause, a hitch in Rigo's breath, as they both realized how little space there was between their faces. Quiet and still was the world around them for that moment.

Without pulling away, his voice hardly above a whisper, Rigo asked Gary something that'd been itching at the back of his mind for quite some time now. "Hey, do you know, um," he swallowed, he was cute when he was nervous. "What's the sign for..." Slowly, Rigo's hand rose again. "K," "I," "S--"

Before he could even finish the second 's,' Gary'd pulled down the mask, grabbed his face, and slammed their lips together. The American jumped, squeaking a little in surprise, but melted into his touch, hands dropping to hold Gary's waist. Gary felt Rigo press forward, moving easily together, humming into the paler man. Lips breaking from his bright smile, finally pulling back and catching their breaths, they simply basked in one another's light. Shoulders rising and falling quickly, eyes locked onto each other, studying each other's features for just another few seconds before the American cut back in. "I don't think I understood that fully," he purred, lips curling up to crinkle his eyes. "Mind showing me again?"

[blissfulsun]

Angst idea: “maybe if I played my cards right, it would have been you and I” (Jeff being the one in a relationship and you having to watch him be happy with someone else when he’s the reason behind your happiness)

fwb universe? where u thought you don’t need him but now you’re eating your words:

There is no us. No words have ever previously haunted you to such torturous extent. They reverberate within your mind, a painful ringing reminder of your fear overpowering any rational thoughts, the ones screaming, begging for you to turn the car around and go back.

 To allow yourself to fall into his arms, fall into these overwhelming feelings akin to affection you were too terrified to admit. So you drove on, Jeff disappearing in the rearview mirror, your connection severed and company limited to times the two of you were inevitably forced together in settings mediated by your mutual friends. 

None of them aware of the painful longing, the extent to which your body screamed at you to go his way every time Jeff was nearby, close enough to grasp between your fingers but too far gone for either of you to truly touch.

It hurt like a bitch, a freezing cold that settled over your heart and stung against your skin. Especially now, as you watched the familiar smile stretch across his handsome face, eyes bright and arms full of someone that wasn’t you. 

It brought unwarranted tears, ones you refused to let fall in the club, you already felt pathetic enough staring at him so unabashedly from afar. Your inebriated mind found only one reasonable solution, drink enough to forget his name. 

But each drink & shot that was taken in friendly competition with strangers at the bar only served in reverse, Jeff all your drunk mind could think about. His stupidly beautiful face, name that left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, though that might have been the last tequila shot you just downed. 

Jeff is right there, leaning over your smaller frame to ask the bartender to cut you off and pay for your last round of drinks. For a second you assume he’s a figment of your imagination, heart so deprived it’s forced your mind to hallucinate his body so close to yours, familiar scent invading your senses and bare back warm against his chest. 

You finally realise it’s real when he begins his rant, ‘What were you thinking y/n? You’re going to get alcohol poisoning if you keep at it’ he sounds angry, frustration evident in the lines of his face. 

But you can’t find it in yourself to care, reeling at the proximity, having him this close is more intoxicating than all the drinks you’ve had tonight combined. 

A cocktail of longing and emotion that lets your true feelings slip. ‘I miss you.’ Jeff pauses, speechless at the interruption, your words whispered but heard clearly in the night. 

He’s stumped, though you pay it no mind as you go on. ‘I saw you with her and I...I just keep thinking, maybe if I played my cards right, it would have been you and I’ the confession doesn’t make you feel any lighter, no weight lifted off your chest, not with the way his brown eyes bore into yours blankly.

‘Jeff?’ you finally ask following his deafening silence. ‘I’m trying to say I fucking love you please say some-’ 

‘No. I - Y/n, what the fuck?’ he’s pulling away, your body cold without his closeness, mind reeling at the stinging rejection that’s bringing the tears back to your eyes. 

‘I can’t do this right now. Not when you’re like this, not when she’s right there and I...tell me again when you’re sober’ Jeff is gone with that. Tall frame disappearing in the crowded dance floor and out of the bar just like that. 

In the morning, he sits idly by the kitchen counter, eyes focused on the blank screen of his phone. No missed calls or messages. 

Your designated ringtone doesn’t break the silence of his cold apartment, the doorbell doesn’t ring. There is no us, those words haunt him all the while.

[xdeariex]

i love you, like so much.

summary: you save peter from all the drama after mysterio dies

warnings: none, just swears and a bunch of fluff lol

this is a blurb kinda, so im sorry if it doesn't really make any sense 😣

peter is in his early 20's !

"oh my god!" peter exclaimed, bursting through the door to your shared apartment and almost slamming it shut up.

"what!" you jumped up from your place on the couch, nearly ripping your earbuds out your ear to see what was wrong.

your nerves were instantly calmed when when you caught sight of peter, exhaling a deep breath in relief.

"sorry, i didn't mean to scare you," he softly apologized. holding your face in his hands he pulled your towards him, placing a kiss on your forehead. you expected him to pull away but he then placed a kiss to your cheek. before you knew it peter was peppering multiple kisses all around your face, muffling your giggles when he kissed your lips.

"peter. mmm, peter!" you yelped for his attention, your laughs dying down as his kisses slowed. "what happened?"

"i just cleared my name." he held out his arms, smiling with triumph.

"what do you mean?"

"the daily bugle no longer hates me! nobody hates me! everybody knows the truth. may, mj, ned, everyone— they can all live in fucking peace now."

"really?" you laughed in disbelief, shaking your head at your loss of words. "i- i never would've thought... that's amazing, peter. im so happy for you,"

"oh really? never would've thought?" he grinned smugly at you.

your mind suddenly drifted to your events from earlier that day. while peter had been out on patrol you had taken up an assignment of your own. you hadn't told him, or told anyone for that matter but you knew this would do your boyfriend some justice and if there's anything that peter parker deserved, it was a break.

"uhhh, no, never." you feigned innocence, shrugging your shoulders and seating yourself back on the couch. you bit back your smile, pressing your lips together to contain it.

"you're a liar." he sat himself on the floor, pushing your legs apart to move in between them and comfortably rest his elbows on each of your upper thighs.

"me? lie? never." you looked down at him.

instead of protesting once more, peter sprung up, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. you were smiling feverishly, kissing him back. he pulled away for a moment, face still centimeters from yours. "you're," he kissed you, "a," another kiss, "fucking," kiss, "angel." he concluded with yet another kiss. you were breathless, your heart fluttered and warmed with nothing short of happiness and love. peter meant the world to you and it was about time you showed it. "that was your best work i've ever seen and mr. stark would've been really proud."

you had picked up the job of being the clearance agent for the avengers a few years ago. before thanos decided to make his big public appearance, before mysterio decided to tangle himself in with peter, there was you and your integrity, your skill. you could fit into the cracks they couldn't. find out what you needed to know and twist it into something that press would eat up in a second. you had insight access, you had witnesses, you had proof. you were really good at your job and when tony died it was alot on you, mysterio charging right after didn't make the load any less light either. suddenly you had expenses, rumors, angry people coming at the avengers left and right. you had managed your way out of it, like you always had- in short, you were a lifesaver.

"yeah," you nodded, "he would've."

"im so lucky to have you,"

"i'm just happy you're okay. it scared me, pete. i didn't think i could get us out of this one." you showed your vulnerability. your mind was racing and you were scared. scared that peter's life would've been ruined. his family, his friends. everything he held near and dear to him would've been corrupted by mysterio's lies. at first you honestly didn't think you could pull through. "get you out of this one," you corrected.

kneeling in front of you, peter hugged you, his arms wrapped around your torso, cheek nuzzled into yours as you hugged him back, a breathy chuckle vibrating your chest against him.

"you helped out so many people today, y/n. you saved me, you really did. you went and did what no one else would and- i don't even know how to-"

"you don't have to say much."

"i just wish you knew how much i love you."

"i have a pretty good idea," you quipped.

[corpse-husband-simp]

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[cursestothemoon]

Hiii Charly!! Can I request a Fred blurb with really soft and fluffy sex. Just lots of love and emotions 🥺

Can I request a blurb of soft and eager celebratory sex with Fred after he just found out the reader is pregnant

I am combining these two 😌

Baby Makes Three

F.W. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: pregnancy, soft dom!Fred, praise kink, UNEDITED (i am sorry)

“Fred? Can we- Could you come here, I need to tell you something?”

The tremor in your voice had the hairs on the back of Fred’s neck standing up, the apprehension making his palms go moist. 

He walked into your shared bedroom only to be greeted by your back to him, head bowed and looking at something in your hands. The anxiousness was radiating off of you in waves and Fred could feel it.

“Love?”

You turned to him, eyes glimmering with unshed tears, and he felt himself start to panic...until you broke out into a beaming grin. Fred’s shoulders relaxed and his breathing started to even as he watched you smile up at him and move closer to where he was standing. 

“How do you feel about the number three?”

What an odd question, Fred thought. His eyebrows drew together as he let out a confused laugh, “I beg your pardon?”

“The number three, how do you feel about it?” You persisted.

He gave you a funny look, hand pressing to your forehead, “You feeling alright, Y/n?”

You gave him a look that said you wanted an actual answer.

“It’s a number...a-a good one. What are you getting at?”

Your smile seems to grow exponentially as he felt your palm in his, placing something in his hand as you whispered, “Baby makes three.”

“Baby makes...” Fred cut himself off as he glanced down at what you placed in his hand.

A pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

The lump in his throat was immediate, a feeling of immense joy pumping through his veins and making his hands shake.

“...We’re pregnant?”

You nodded and Fred let out a choked sob, a grin nearly splitting his face in two. A squeal left your lips as Fred lunged toward you, his hands grabbing you by the waist and lifting you into an embrace.

The kisses were instant, Fred was keen on placing his lips on any skin he could find. He walked you toward the bed and dropped you onto the soft surface making you giggle. 

“Careful!” You joked, unable to feign seriousness for long as Fred got to his knees and lifted your shirt, peppering kisses across your belly. 

“M’ sorry, nugget.” Fred laughed, his words coming out muffled as he still held his lips to your stomach. 

Your hand carded through his red hair, free of any styling cream or gel, and you couldn’t help but hope your child inherits their father’s fiery hair. Fred continued to pepper kisses across your belly, his thumb caressing a small portion of skin on your hip causing your insides to flutter. You tugged on Fred’s hair gently, angling his face up to look at you as you bit your lip in anticipation. 

“I want you, Freddie.” 

Fred had a giddy smile, “I want you too, love, always.”

You shook your head, slowly rubbing your foot along the side of Fred’s thigh, “No, I want you.”

His grin fell into a smirk as he caught on to what you meant, “Do you now?”

Bashfully, you nodded.

Fred started to raise himself, the action making you fall back onto the bed with him hovering over you. You craned your neck up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue not hesitating to slip into your mouth and meet yours. You felt his warm palm against your skin, cradling your jaw as he deepened the kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. 

“We’re going to be parents.” He breathed out with a smile, continuing just barely above a whisper, “I’m going to be a dad.” 

“The best.” You added softly. 

He smiled, head dipping down to scatter slow, loving kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Reaching the neckline of your shirt, his hands reached for the hem and tugged it off, you arching your back to help. The shirt was once Fred’s meaning it was rather large on you and rarely did you wear a bra with it, Fred being met with your bare breasts was further confirmation. He continued his kisses over each mound, making sure to pay equal attention to each of your pert nipples.

“Love you.” Fred muttered against the skin of your tits.

His lips trailed down to your abdomen before pulling away again, “Love your body.”

You whimpered, stomach breaking out in goosebumps at the feeling of Fred’s breath against your skin. 

“This beautiful, beautiful belly holding our baby.” 

“Freddie, please.” You whined, your need for him outweighing your patience. 

Fred pulled down your shorts, throwing them somewhere in the room before playfully biting your thigh making you yelp. 

“Can you be patient, I’m trying to say thank you.” 

You sat up, grabbing at Fred’s shirt and pulling it off his torso, “Do that later, right now I need you in me.”

Your bluntness had Fred giggling as he stood up to his full height to pull off his pants along with his boxers. Being so close to your naked body had done the job of getting him almost fully hard, his hand doing the rest of the job. You laid back down, watching as Fred made his way back to hovering over your body. 

His fingers dipped in-between your folds, gathering your arousal and starting tease your clit.

“Already so wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

You let out a breathy moan as he continued rubbing your sensitive nub only to pull his fingers away abruptly. Before you could complain, Fred lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, your juices helping act as lubrication. 

His thrusts were slow as he made sure to bottom out each time. Fred wanted to feel you, every inch, ridge, and spasm of your cunt he wanted to memorize. His hand ran up the side of your torso before coming up to brush a few stray hairs from your face. You were perfect, completely, absolutely, devastatingly perfect. His heart fluttered at the way your lips parted- eyes already screwed shut- as he  hit the sensitive spot inside you that had you seeing stars, or the way your eyebrows furrowed and moans got louder when he reached back down in-between your bodies and started rubbing your clit again. 

Your orgasm was nearing, as was Fred’s, and you tangled your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his face closer to yours. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lover for you completely overpowering him.

He was in love with you that day on the train all those years ago when you threw a chocolate frog at him, he was in love with you even when he insisted he wasn't and asked someone else to the Yule Ball, and he’s in love with you right now- more in love than he ever thought possible- as you writhed under him, the woman who made him a father. 

“Im gonna cum, Freddie.” You panted into his neck. 

Fred whispered gently, “Go on, my love, I’ve got you.”

His words mixed with the slow, powerful thrusts and digits toying with your clit had your body convulsing as you came around his cock. Fred’s hips stuttered as your pussy clenched around his dick, milking him for all he was, and he started to spill into you. 

After riding out your highs, Fred pulled out of you and was quick to have you both cleaned up. 

Walking back into the room after putting the dirty towels away- the ones he used to clean both of you up- he felt giggles bubble from his chest at the sight he was met with. There you were, completely cocooned in your shared bed, your head and frazzled hair the only thing visible from the duvet engulfing you. 

“It’s 1:00 in the afternoon, you couldn’t possibly be trying to sleep now?” He questioned. 

You smiled, lifting the edge of the duvet to invite him in, “Afternoon nap, come in before you lose your chance.”

Fred didn’t need to be told twice, climbing under the blanket and pulling you into his torso. He dropped his head down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“Baby makes three.” He muttered, hand moving to rest on your belly under the blankets.

You placed your hand atop his, “Baby makes three.”

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[littlemisslipbalm]

“sorry to bother you”

Summary: Y/N meets Harry in a little shop in France. It was a lovely meeting between the fan and the rockstar, but when Y/N realizes she’s lost her phone, will she see Harry sooner than she had ever thought possible?

AKA Harry meets a fan and accidentally steals her phone

vibes bc they snack and she walks up to him while he’s looking at the sky lol ^

Ok so I just wanted to preface this: this was initially just going to be a short blurb about a respectful meeting between Harry and a fan because of the terrible stories I’ve been hearing lately about rude people being inconsiderate of Harry and his privacy and I wanted to showcase that you can treat Harry as a human being rather than an object when you see him irl. But then my writer brain wanted more and so it turned into more. All I have to say is if you ever meet Harry in real life, please be respectful and kind. Also there is a 0.00001 chance that this would ever actually happen as most fiction goes so please don’t expect more than a short convo and maybe a photo from him. For him to even speak with you is more than enough, he really isn’t a disneyland attraction. 

Also not proofread bc apparently its long lol, I’m not super in love with this but I think it’s good-ish the end is meh - pls lemme know what yall think :)

Word Count: 10.2k (wait im actually so confused how this got so long omfg) | Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, idrk its long but it’s sweet?

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She saw him long before she approached him. She was truly unsure of herself, not wanting to bother him or upset him. She had been a fan for so long and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet someone who meant so much to her.

In the small Bayeux shop, she hesitates as she risks another glance at the tall man. She whispered to her mom minutes ago about how Harry Styles was in the same shop as them. Her mom was texting her non stop telling her to go up to him or she would do it herself. Y/N shook her head, distrusting her mom and feeling self conscious. No one else was in the store and her interaction with him wouldn’t disrupt the rest of the store, but for some reason she felt a tinge of discomfort about going up to him.

Harry leafs over a tablecloth, not paying attention to the other patrons in the store or anything else for that matter. He was staying on the coast of France for the week and he hadn’t run into many fans, so he was feeling at ease. Mitch was somewhere else in the store, but Harry felt comfortable on his own. He feels a soft, small tap on his broad shoulder. He turns expecting the quiet Mitch, but is presented with a short, sweet looking woman.

“Excuse me. Um, hi...Sorry to bother you,” she starts, eyes wide as she works to maintain eye contact with Harry as she looks up at him.

His green eyes are widened, realizing this isn’t someone he knows.

“Hello,” he says simply.

“I-” she pauses, her hands fiddling, “I’m sorry to bother you, honestly. But, your music means so much to me and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something before you left.”

He smiles, his expression softening at how genuine she sounds. “It’s quite alright.”

“It’s not though. I’m sure you’d appreciate not being bothered for once.”

“No,” he cuts her off, “I love talking with fans.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure there’s days where you wish you could just go to a random store on the coast of France - so out of the way - and not be walked up to by a random person.”

“I mean, I guess, but you seem rather nice.”

“Thanks...I’ve been a fan long enough to know that there’s people who don’t always treat you with that kind of respect. I really wouldn’t have bothered you if it wouldn’t have changed my life.”

“Don’t feel like you’re a bother, please,” he pleads lightly as he grasps her hand out of instinct, dropping it immediately when he realizes what he’s done. “It’s the people who don’t actually come up to me and treat me like an animal that are upsetting. Or the people who are only after a photo and aren’t very nice to me. You… you’re treating me like a human being. Being overly courteous -- if I’m being honest.” He chuckles lightly at the end.

She blushes at his words and smiles up at him, mirroring the soft smile on his lips. “I’m only treating you how I would want to be treated if I were in your shoes.” She glances down at his feet and notices the Gucci boots and smiles to herself, laughing lightly.

“What?”

“We’ve got the same shoes on actually.”

“No way!” His voice is playful at first as he glances down at well and realizes she’s right. He laughs at the weird little coincidence.

“I’ve had these for years, my favorite shoes…” She mumbles, seeing the ways his eyes shift  with a flash of concern. It’s what she fears he would think of her, why she was so hesitant to approach him in the first place. It’s why she had tried to hide her laugh from him when she noticed the similarity. She just wants to interact with him in a normal way. He again softens at her words, her sincerity, realizing it really just is one of those random things.

“They’re good shoes,” he laughs again, kicking his left heel with his right foot. The way she barely touched him to get his attention and the way she stays a safe distance from him is reassuring. She’s aware of his situation, yet she’s treating him with the utmost care and respect.

“So what brings you to Bayeux?” He asks, deciding he wants to continue the conversation with her. Y/N flits her eyes behind her shoulder and sees her mother watching their interaction out of the corner of her eye. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the counter her and Harry are at.

“Vacation, I guess. My family and I love to travel and ever since the pandemic settled down - finally, we’ve been jetting everywhere we’ve ever been or wanted to go. Seize the day vibes.” Her voice is serious, but she falters and laughs at the end. Her words are honest and she’s happy to actually get to talk to Harry more than just hello and a picture.

“I get that. You’re from America, yeah? It was really rough there for a long time.” He says solemnly, mirroring her figure, leaning against the counter, getting comfortable with her.  

She laughs again, smiling up at him, eyes sparkling, completely in love with her idol, but desperately trying to play it cool. “The accent gives it away, huh? I’m trying to fix that, get a job out of the states and never go back.”

“Hey!” Harry interjects, throwing his hand out from his stance in her direction, like he might touch her, but this time being careful to not actually. “It’s not that bad. I like your accent...And I love LA.”

She can’t stop laughing with Harry. It feels so simple and common to just be talking with him. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush anywhere, but she also fears to take up too much of his time. “I’m originally from up north in California actually. Living in LA right now, though. But I don’t know, I’ve just always felt like I was meant to live somewhere else. Do you know how that is? Just feeling like you’re meant for something different?”

He watches the way she moves her hands and works through her thought process. He feels like in another world they would have been close friends. The way she talks about things is so familiar to him. It’s like she’s read his mind, even though he knows for sure she hasn’t. She’s funny and laid back, yet mature at the same time. He wonders how old she is, out of college it seems if she’s trying to get a job out of the United States. He wonders what she plans to do and who she wants to become. Her aura intrigues him to no end. He thinks he could talk to her for hours.

Realizing he hasn’t made any sort of response to her somewhat philosophical question, he nods quickly, eyes blinking rapidly, his body straightening up back to his full height. “Yeah..I mean that’s how I felt about music. Like, I always felt like I was meant for something more… Turns out I was!”

They smile together again, knowing the conversation is ending. She knows he won’t keep asking questions and she doesn’t want to keep him.

He knows he can’t completely turn himself over to this stranger, she’s obviously younger than him and even though he feels connected to her, she could surprise him still. He knows he can’t talk to her forever, the cashier glancing at the pair of them every so often since they haven’t been looking at any merchandise for a while now. He knows he shouldn’t flirt with her, ask her out for coffee or anything of the sort. He simply knows this must come to an end any moment now.

“You should definitely follow your heart,... I didn’t catch your name?” He realizes when he can’t finish his sentence by calling her name.

“Oh!” She says surprisedly, not realizing she never gave her name, “Y/N. And thank you, means a lot to hear encouragement come from someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. Honestly, thank you.”

He perks at the way she says her name, again feeling like he’s known her for much longer than these five minutes.

“It’s me who should be thanking you, Y/N. Your support is what makes my life the way it is. It means a lot to me - and you truly seem like a lovely person, genuinely.”

She throws her head back in laughter at all of the words he’s saying. The way he’s trying to convey his sincerity is earnest, but his word choice is simply funny to her. Without realizing what she’s doing, she throws out her arm and her hand lands on his bicep to steady herself while laughing - something she would do with anyone normally. He doesn’t shift from her grasp when she opens her eyes and even widens them at the sight in front of her. Her hand on Harry Styles. How is this happening? She thinks as he doesn’t disintegrate underneath her touch. He’s definitely real as she feels the coat fabric and the muscles beneath it. He smiles down at her, so sweetly that his dimples pop out. She’s in awe, but has to contain the slight sense of coolness she’d been maintaining during their conversation.

She removed her hand, gingerly, “I won’t keep you any longer, Harry.” She blushes when she says his name. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get a picture with you, but I totally understand if you’re not okay with that. I wouldn’t post it anywhere, it’s more just for me to remember this.” She rushes the last bit, feeling nervous and shy yet again. He was so big physically, but his presence was also so strong that she felt even smaller around him.

His smile calms her immediately and this time it's his hand to touch her, his hand landing over hers that’s been resting on the counter during their conversation.

“Of course,” His lips are soft and plush as they maintain his sweet smile. “Hey Mitch!” He looks over his shoulder as he calls to Mitch who has returned from the upstairs part of the shop.

Mitch blinks at the sight of Harry with a stranger before coming over, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking a picture of Y/N and me?”

Y/N is still in disbelief of what is going on, completely awestruck that Harry just said her name again to Mitch Rowland. And that Mitch Rowland was even in this shop with her as well. She hadn’t realized that at first. But now she was going to be forever grateful to her father for insisting they come back to Bayeux during this trip.

Mitch nods and takes her phone once she slips it out of her pocket, fingers fidgeting to get it open quickly. Mitch smiles at her reassuringly as she lets go and moves to stand beside Harry against the counter. He pulls her into his side gently and her hand goes around his waist, feeling his warmth and substantiality for the first true time. She tries to ground herself in the moment, memorizing every detail of right now. His cologne that emanates from his neck, the way the material of his jacket feels against her bare arm, the way he puffs out a slight laugh as Mitch shifts around to get most of their bodies in the frame. Oh and the way he looks when he tilts his neck to check on her and he even risks a wink of one of his emerald eyes and she promises herself she’ll never give away any of the clothes she’s wearing right now. Her nonchalant response is to wink right back and then they both smile, turning back their attention to the phone in Mitch’s hands.

Her mom had gone up to the cashier, effectively distracting them from the photoshoot that had begun to take place. Y/N never wants Harry to let go of her, but again she knows this can’t last forever. Mitch takes a couple of photos before handing the phone back. Y/N assumes that’s it and is about to thank Harry, but he speaks over her and her words die in her throat.

“How do they look?”

“Oh?” She flips through them and Harry leans over her shoulder, respectfully. “Pretty good,” she sums up, she loves them and she’d love even more, but she’d obviously never ask Harry for that.

“Pretty good?” He echoes, unsure of her response, looking from her to the photos, “Do you want to take more?”

She thinks on his offer, already knowing the right answer, “No, no. It’s all good. Thanks.”

Then turning to face Mitch, who’s been watching the pair of them converse, “Could I actually get a photo with you, Mitch? Sorry if that’s super weird, I just think you’re really cool. I had no idea you were even here until, uh, Harry called you over.” She laughs nervously, blushing yet again.

Harry laughs under his breath at how both her and Mitch blush at her words. She’s more unsure with Mitch, which he finds interesting. She had carried their conversation easily and maintained eye contact casually, but with Mitch, it was like he was her schoolyard crush, nervous hands and fleeting glances. He wondered if she genuinely only liked Harry for his music and didn’t find him physically attractive. This nagging feeling at the back of his mind perplexed him, he twitched trying to shrug it off. Why did he care if this woman found Mitch attractive and not him?  

“Yeah, of course. It’s not weird, have had plenty of people say much weirder things to me than that…” He smiles at Y/N and she mirrors his expression, but then she bites her lip. Her expression falters slightly as she processes his words. “I’m sorry if you’ve had similar experiences as Harry with so-called fans being disrespectful and inconsiderate.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve been nothing but kind and respectful,” Harry interjects

She only fidgets at his words. She’s growing slightly more nervous, being in the presence of both Mitch and Harry was starting to wear on her calm exterior. Still, Mitch trades places with Harry and Harry plucks her phone from her hands. He takes more photos than Mitch, doing close ups and full shots, causing Mitch and Y/N to laugh as they hold onto each other. He gives them little instructions on what to do in the photos and soon Y/N is rolling her eyes at Harry like she’s been best friends with him for ages. She feels like she’s just out with a couple of her friends and they decided to stop and pose for photos randomly, rather than meeting rock legends that she had only dreamt of ever seeing in real life.

When Harry is finally satisfied and comes up to the pair of them, she moves away from Mitch first, his long hair shifting as she pulls away from his side. She turns to face him immediately and starts to gush, “You’re an amazing guitarist, by the way. I forgot to say that. When I heard ‘She’ for the first time...I was blown away. The guitar on it...Feels like you’re in another universe. And it follows up ‘To Be So Lonely’ which your guitar on it is also like crazy epic. ”

Harry and Mitch laugh, but Mitch’s smile is appreciative, like he’s about to speak, but Harry speaks first, “That’s because he was in another universe. You know the story?”

She smiles and nods. Harry nods in approval. Mitch interjects, “Thank you. Also, Y/N,” he stares intently at her face and she meets his gaze this time, “You’re truly one of the kindest people - maybe the kindest - who have come up to us. And I’m not just saying that because you complimented my guitar playing.”

“He’s right,” Harry nods solemnly. Her face beams up at them both, now she really felt like this was too good to be true. Meeting her idols and having them both say very complimentary things about her, she’d cherish it forever.

“You both are amazing people and deserve to be treated as such.” Her tone is the sincerest she’s ever been, meaning every single thing she says. Then she rushes out her next few sentences, “But thank you again, seriously, you both mean a lot to me - I’ll let you get back to it...Have a nice day!”

After they say their farewells swiftly, she turns to leave and bounces over to her mother who is grinning with pride for her daughter. Before she exits completely she risks a glance over her shoulder and throws a peace sign up, Harry returns it. Then she walks out of the shop, her mother finishing up her shopping minutes ago. Mitch and Harry stay back, talking and continuing to look around the store.

Y/N tries to keep her cool until they’re out of sight of the shop. Once they round the corner and are on the next street over, she’s jumping up and down and squealing to her mom. “Can you actually believe it? What the fuck just happened? That was real right? I wasn’t hallucinating?”

Her mom laughs and reassures her it was real, “You did that, I’m so proud of you. You handled yourself very maturely”

“Well I tried! I can’t believe Mitch was there too!” She interjects, cutting off her mom, completely ecstatic from the previous experience.

“So how did the photos come out?” Her mom asks once Y/N had stopped rambling about Harry’s outfit and their matching shoes and their conversation and basically anything that had happened in the last ten minutes. They were blocks from the shop now.

“Photos?”

“Yeah, the photos you took with them. How do they look? I was ready to come over, but then that other man popped out of nowhere.”

“He’s smooth like that,” she says wistfully, her little crush on Mitch being nowhere near her love for Harry, but still present, and pats for her phone. “Oh.” She says, stopping in her tracks.

Her mother stops with her, “What?”

“I...I left my phone in the store, I guess.”

“Y/N…” Her mom drags out her name in exasperation, in awe of her daughter’s ability to be so smooth with her own idol yet how forgetful she could still be.

“Shit!” She confirms that her phone is nowhere to be found.  

“Really?” Her mother sighs, hands sitting on her hips in the center of the French street.  

“Sorry?” She asks sheepishly. In her starstruck stupor she had been too transfixed on Harry and Mitch and must have placed it down on the counter.

“Well, let’s go back,” her mother states, tired but also not completely mad. She lost her phone plenty of times and it was usually because of less acceptable reasons. Meeting your idols warranted a spacey head.

The door chimes as Y/N reenters the store, she walks quickly to wear she had her conversation with Harry almost twenty minutes ago and her mom goes to ask the clerk if they had grabbed it. It’s not on the counter where they had been leaning. She glances around checking to see if it had fallen on the ground or if by some grand luck Harry and Mitch were still there. Due to her luck, neither of these hopes came true. Her mom joins her in the area and shakes her head, the clerk hadn’t gotten any phones turned in since they had left the first time.

“Give me your phone,” Y/N says suddenly. “Find my iphone,” she explains when her mom looks at her questioningly. Checking the phone, she sighs in exasperation, silently cursing herself for not sharing her location with her mom when her phone icon says ‘location unavailable’. She rubs a hand over her face in disappointment.

“Don’t click the sound button!” Her mom says quickly, “If someone stole it, they’ll turn it off when they hear it.”

“But how am I supposed to find it? It could be here and I just can’t see it.” Her finger hovers over the ‘play sound’ button, hesitant, but desperate. She had met and gotten photos with Harry Styles and they were already gone - oh and she’d have to replace her phone, which would be terrible, as well.  

“Maybe Harry Styles has it?”

“Mom, don’t be dumb.”

“Hey! Watch your tone. I’m serious. Did he ever hand it back to you after he took those second round of pictures?”

Y/N scratches her head nervously and hands back her mom’s phone. She places both over her face and presses her fingers harshly over her eyes trying to think. She hadn’t been paying attention to her phone at the time, too busy trying to commit everything about Harry to memory in her mind so that she’d never forget it. She was sure she’d never forget today, now, even if she ever stopped loving Harry, which she was doubtful of. Hey kids, I met a rockstar and I was so starstruck I lost my phone in France! She groaned. “Oh my fucking god!”

After a few deep breaths with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, she composed herself, “We need to play the sound. Either it’s here and we’ll find it. Or - worst case scenario - it sounds and Harry Styles realizes he has my phone and we go from there… Well, I guess in the worst case scenario some jerk stole it and they turn it off and sell it for parts, but I just don’t think that’s what happened.” She bites her lip and stares at her mom, who hesitantly raises her finger to press the button that sets off the alarm on the lost phone. She clicks it after an overly dramatic pause. Y/N prays to anyone who’s willing to listen, she says in her mind, please sound the phone in here. Life would be so much simpler if it worked out the way we wanted. But, in place of the annoying echoing ring of the Find My iPhone tone there is only silence. At least there’s silence in the little shop in Bayeux.

-

In a tiny taxi cab that was headed to a small chateau outside of the town of Bayeux, the phone sounds and causes Harry to furrow his brows. He was sure he had his phone on ‘do not disturb’, but he pulls it out anyway to see why it’s making this annoying sound. What he pulls out of his coat pocket is not his phone he realizes immediately.

“Shit,” he says under his breath, still loud enough for Mitch to look over from the opposite passenger seat.

“What?”

“This isn’t my phone.”

“What?”

Harry rolls his eyes at Mitch’s repeated question and opens up his purse digging out his actual phone and holds up his and the one he had apparently stolen.

“Oh, yeah, that’s not your phone. That’s not good.”

Harry huffs as he turns the unknown phone over in his hand, the screen was a scene of a city he didn’t actually recognize - San Francisco maybe - the lavender silicone case is smooth in his hand and he notices a little sticker, it’s of Y/N and two other women. His eyes widen at it and it makes a little more sense to him. He hadn’t really stolen a phone, he just forgot to give it back. It wasn’t much better, but it was how he was going to comfort himself. Dropping his own phone in his lap, he runs his hand through his hair, rings slightly tugging at his mused curls. Then he turns the sticker to show Mitch, “It’s that girl we met, it’s her phone.”

“You stole her phone,” Mitch states. Voice deadpan and eyes boring into Harry’s.

“No!” Harry defends, but quickly slumps, “I mean, technically? Yes...But-” Mitch’s laughter cuts him off. “You’re an idiot, Harry, y’know that?”

-

“I feel like I’m on punk’d right now…” Y/N grumbles as it becomes clear that the phone is not in this shop. “If this is punk’d, at least my phone’s not actually gone,” she says to no one really. Her mom is pacing the store and stops to look at her daughter, “This is most definitely not punk’d for so many reasons, dear. Mainly because the show got canceled but also because we are in Bayeux, France not Malibu.”

“Fuck…”

She walks out of the shop, barely paying a glance to the shop keeper this time, her usual kind demeanor nowhere to be found under the piles of distress and anxiety plaguing her body.

Back out on the street she looks around, again hoping that with any luck Harry is still around and will come running up to her to give her back her phone. Again, no such luck.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” She looks to her mom helplessly, her arms flapping by her sides, defeated.

-

“What the fuck am I going to do?” Harry asks as they get out of the taxi, glancing at the purple phone in his hand.

Mitch shrugs, “Hope she has her location on?”

“Then she’s going to come here...But wouldn’t she have tried to track it first instead of playing the sound?”

“Dude, I don’t know.You can try to unlock it and find her mom’s number, get in contact with them.” Mitch sighs as they walk through the front door. “Or we can go back to town, see if they’re still there? Did you get her last name? You could find her on social media maybe?”  

“I feel terrible...She was so nice.” Harry throws his bags down on the entryway couch and begins to pace, Y/N’s phone never leaving his hand. “Could go back into town tomorrow, maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mitch sits and runs a hand through his hair, “Just calm down, right now, Harry. There’s not much else you can do.”

He’s right and Harry tries to not fixate on the phone, but he fiddles with it for the rest of the day. He doesn’t let it leave his sight and sets it beside his bed when he gets ready to go to sleep. As he shifts in the bed, unable to fall asleep he takes the phone and begins trying to unlock it, guessing random numbers and failing miserably. Eventually, he decides he should go to bed and drifts off into an uncomfortable sleep.

-

After being unsuccessful in town, Y/N and her mom went back to the little villa they were staying at on the outskirts of Bayeux. It was located next to some vineyards that the villa co-owned with the private chateau that sat on the other side of the vines. It was beautiful and she had been so excited to be staying there. But after the events of today, she was not in the mood to join the rest of her family for dinner among the grapes. She lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she had been so stupid to forget to ask for her phone back.

In the middle of the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat. She’s still in the clothes she had worn out and was laying on top of her covers at the end of her bed. All the windows of the room were closed and her shades weren’t drawn. Groggily, she rose from her uncomfortable position and changed. Moving to the window to let some air in she sees the lights flickering in a room of the private chateau across the way. She wondered why someone would willingly be up at this hour, even though she was unsure exactly what time it was without her phone. Her phone. That’s what had woken her up. She had dreamt that her mom had called her phone and the frog from the Frog and the Toad stories had picked it up. That was ridiculous, of course, but the idea to call her phone instead of just pinging it was solid. If Harry still had it, then he could pick up and they could figure out how to meet up. She decided she’d have to do that at a reasonable hour, however and moved on, opening her windows and closing the sheer shades, before getting under her covers to sleep.

-

Y/N wakes up early the next morning. Her sleep a restless one. Padding down the hall to her parent’s room, she knocks solemnly. She was far from a morning person and it was much to her mother’s surprise to see her standing in the hallway when she opened the door.

“Hey..” her voice catches in her throat, scratchy from lack of use in the night.

“Good morning, sunshine,” her mother laughs slightly, but Y/N only gives her an unamused look and walks into her room immediately searching for her mom’s phone.

“Need to use your phone, gonna call my phone,” she mutters, none of her thoughts being coherent sentences.

“Y/N, it’s 7 am. You’re going to call Harry Styles at 7 am? With your morning voice?”

Her eyes narrow and her lips form a straight line one her face, clearly not amused by her mother’s questions. Even if she knew her mom was right. She clears her throat and rolls her eyes at her mom, who is moving around the room beginning to get ready for the day as her daughter sits on the rumpled bed. Y/N’s father had already gone out to breakfast in the main area of the villa.

“Fine,” she slides off the bed when she realizes her mom isn’t offering her any more words of wisdom. “I’ll get ready for the day and then I will call my phone.”

Pattering back to her room, she slowly begins to dress and liven herself up for the day. Her hands instinctively reach out to her bedside table to pick up her phone to turn some music on, but of course she’s greeted with nothing. She groans loudly, “Of. Fucking. Course.” Shaking her head, she moves to take fresh clothes out of her suitcase.

Exiting her room again, this time far more awake, she walks down the hallway in a babydoll style top that read “Don’t play with my heart” with little girls playing racquetball with a red heart emblazoned over her chest and white jean floods. Her feet were covered in red high top converse today, matching the color of the small heart on her shirt. She liked the contrast of the white pants and the bright red of the shoes and she smiled to herself as she walked confidently into the breakfast area.

Her entire family was sitting around one of the tables, sipping coffee and eating pastries, it was now around 8:45 - a slightly more acceptable part of the day. They were all early risers, especially in comparison to her, and her older sister looks at her curiously. “What are you doing up so early, kid?” Y/N leans down to grab a slice of a peach from her brother’s place, which earns her a slight yelp of protest. She rolls her eyes at her sister and stalks off to the buffet, knowing she’s made her presence known enough.

“Can I borrow your phone now?” Y/N says after finishing a small danish and the lukewarm coffee that was at their table when she arrived. Her mother finally nods and hands it over. As Y/N grabs it, she’s already halfway out the doors that lead into the backyard of the villa. 

She stands on the grass that goes for a few feet before a hedge that separates the villa ground with the vineyard. Flipping through the contacts, she settles on hers and sighs, trying to calm her nerves. Her free hand ghosts over her hair and she uses one foot to step lightly on the heel of the other shoe. Please pick up, she sends out a prayer once again. Her last twenty-four hours seemed to consist of dreams, hopes, and prayers and she was starting to realize that she didn’t particularly like any of them. Biting her lip, she raises her phone up to her ear and gets her automatic voice message. Realizing she has her phone on ‘do not disturb’, she immediately rings herself again, knowing that it will go through this time.

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Harry strolls out of his bathroom and widens his eyes when he hears a buzzing hear his bed. Seeing it’s Y/N’s phone he grabs it quickly and furrows his brow at the contact. Her mother’s name, but he doesn’t know that. To him it’s just a person’s name, it could be anyone she knew. Still, he thought about the odds of it being just one of her friends or her calling from someone else’s phone and decided to risk it.

“Hello?”

“Thank fucking God!” is all he hears and he’s pretty sure it’s Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N?” He laughs and takes a seat on his bed, staring out his window that opened to the vineyard.

“Yes! Harry? Hi!” She’s ecstatic that anyone picked up at all, bouncing up and down on the other side of the phone. She mutters to herself, once again, “Thank fucking God.”

“Who’s phone are you calling from?”

“Oh, my mom’s,” she says, calming down slightly as she begins to walk around the grass, unable to contain the renewed sense of energy she has.

“You don’t keep her in your contacts as ‘mum’? I almost didn’t pick up.” He tilts his head, trying to think of anyone else he knew who kept their mother’s contact as the actual name rather than ‘mum’ or some other variant of it.

“Well, thanks for picking up,” she laughs at his words, bringing her pacing to a stop to stare at the chateau across the way. “It’s really not that weird,” she insists, her arm going to cradle the elbow of the arm that holds the phone to her ear. “I don’t think any of my siblings have her as ‘mom’ in their contacts.”  

“I think it’s a little weird. I’m going to have to start asking people what they’ve got their mum down as in their phones. You’ve got me intrigued,” he muses, only slightly teasing. A smile curves onto his face as he hears her huff over the phone, obviously not liking his ribbing.

“So...you have my phone,” she changes the subject.

“Yes…” he scratches his head and she swears she could hear him awkwardly rubbing at his hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

“Not entirely your fault, I probably should have asked for it back. It was like twenty minutes before I even realized I didn’t have it and that was only really thanks to my mom.” She tries to not make him feel bad, because she honestly felt responsible for the mess up.

“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t’ve realized till I got back to my place and pulled out one phone from my pocket and another one from my bag if you hadn’t tried the ‘find my iphone’ thing.”

“Oh my god, was it loud!? Did you have a hard time shutting it off?” She rushes as all the possible ways she might have annoyed Harry yesterday run through her mind.

“No, no, it was fine,” he reassures her, laughing lightly, standing up now and beginning to pace in front of his window. “Felt like a proper dick, though. Never in my life have I forgotten to give someone their phone back.” He sighs and stops in front of the window, deciding to open it for some fresh air.

Her gaze flits to a movement on the second floor of the chateau, someone opening up their window apparently. The long paned windows flip open and the little sheer curtains flutter in the slight morning breeze.

“So are you still in Bayeux?” Harry asks, hoping her answer is ‘yes’ as he takes in a deep breath of the air from outside.

“Yeah. Are you still here?” She asks timidly, moving her gaze down to her shoes bright red sticking out of the green grass. “Because that will make getting my phone back much easier,” she adds, clarifying that it’s not supposed to be a personal question, just simply a logistical one. Even if her heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Harry again.

“Yes, I am. Well...just outside the town actually.”

“You don’t say? I’m staying just outside of town, too. At a little villa located next to a vineyard,” She looks around her surroundings again, walking the length of the garden once more. A movement from the same room that had opened their windows at the chateau catching her eye once again. A man, with his arm placed on the sill, leaning out slightly.

“You’re not wearing red shoes by any chance?” He smiles and she can hear the way it affects his words. Looking out of the window, he eyes the villa and the person who was pacing around its patio, seemingly on the phone.

Her brows raise and she stops in her tracks. “Did you just open your window?”

The only response from Harry that she hears is a soft chuckle. But, more importantly, the man in the chateau is waving to her. She grins and waves her free hand over her head, doing a slight jump to make sure he sees her. His laughter only grows, crackling slightly over the telephone line.

“What are the odds?” She breathes out after a moment. Her waving hand fell to her side and she looked at the figure in the window. It wasn’t exactly clear to her that it was Harry, but the way the man was hunched was enough to convince her. She vaguely sees him shake his head in agreement at the serendipitous nature of their current situation.

“Have you had a chance to dine in the vineyard yet?” Harry bites his lip after he asks the question, feeling a little more confident in his flirtation over the phone.

“I have - only once for dinner. Last night I was so stressed I couldn’t eat.”

“What do you think about lunch in the vineyard?” He’s smiling now, the charm dripping in every word he says. His accent is music to her ears and she thinks how could she ever say no to that offer.  

“I don’t know...lunch with my phone thief?” She imitates an unsure tone. Her tease is lighthearted and Harry huffs, playfully indignant.

“As an apology for keeping your phone by mistake,” he adds, emphasizing the ‘by mistake’ part.

“As long as I can get my phone back, I’m up for anything you want,”  She laughs, but then blushes at the innuendo that could be found in her words. Harry hears it and an amused look spreads across his face, the definition of anything running through his mind as well as his assured belief that Y/N did not mean what she had just implied. “I mean! Not anything, I just...Lunch in the vineyard would be lovely, Harry.” She sighs, a hand trailing down her face at her complete foolishness.

“Great. How does one o’clock sound?” He moves on from her slip, not wanting to embarrass her anymore. Especially when he was the one to cause this entire situation.

“Sounds smashing, Mr. Thief,” She breathes out, but laughs when she hears Harry groan.

“You’re something else, missy.”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her giggles at their playful back and forth.

“See you at one.” He says finally.

“See you at one.” She echoes, continuing to watch him in the window. Neither of them seem to move to hang up. She’s stood in place and so is he, his head hanging out of the window now, resting himself on his arm. It’s just their breathing exchanging over the line and some gusts of wind crackling the connection every so often.

“Are you going to hang up?” She whispers, after a minute of complete silence, her voice coming out impossibly small.

“Thought you would’ve by now.”

“I don’t know why I can’t.” She admits, but she just feels weird hanging up on him even if they have plans to see each other later.

“Me neither.” His response causes her to tilt her head in confusion. Why would he have trouble hanging up on her?

“Okay.”

Then, it’s quiet again. Both of them shifting their bodies around, yet still managing to stay on the line. Y/N is the one who hangs up the phone after hearing Harry’s breath shake slightly, like he’s steeling himself to actually hang up. She realizes that while she doesn’t want to hang up on him, she’d rather do it than have him hang up on her. If that made any sense. She wasn’t sure, but the way he had invited her to lunch, it just felt like he had shifted their relationship from fan and star to something else. Something she didn’t fully grasp, but whatever it was made her stomach flip.

-

She informed her family that she wouldn’t be going out with them today and that she was getting her phone back, but not that she would be having lunch with Harry. She had no idea what they would think about it, but she didn’t want to give them the chance to inform her.

Walking through the vineyards, she watches the slight dust from the dirt gather on her shoes, the red converse. She had settled on what she had been wearing originally after changing her outfit upwards of twenty times. Best to be casual, she thought, like it was no big deal that she was about to dine with a musician whom she loved.

There was only one table on this side of the vineyard, it was the part owned by the chateau, a couple rows from where the villa had their tables. The simple cream tablecloth laid across the wooden table that had two matching wooden chairs with cream cushions placed around it. On top of the table was a picnic basket and a bottle of red wine, made from the grapes in the vineyard. And in one of the chairs sat Harry. Big square green glasses perched on his nose as he looked up at the sky. Y/N takes in his appearance, his cream shirt with stitched patterns on it, half unbuttoned to grant a full view of his swallows and butterfly as well as baggy light wash ripped jeans and dirty white vans. His shirt almost matches the tablecloth, but she’s not sure if he would take that as a compliment.

He hadn’t noticed her presence and he rubs his lips together, smoothing the lip balm he had applied before settling outside.

“Mr. thief?” She touches lightly on his shoulder, similar to how she had done yesterday. His head shoots up and he readjusts in his chair, to sit up slightly more upright. A smile curves onto his face and he moves his glasses up into his hair, pushing his curls back behind them.

“Y/N,” he drags out her name, toying with the sound of it. His eyes flit over her figure, taking in her outfit but quickly run back to her beautiful face. He motions for her to take a seat and she complies.

“The red shoes,” he smiles, glancing at her shoes. She laughs and does a little click of her heels.

“Can’t believe my phone was less than a mile away from me last night.”

“Oh! Your phone!” Harry’s eyes widened, “I forgot it in my room!”

Y/N laughs, her smile spreading on her face immediately, but her face falls when she sees Harry isn’t laughing. “You can’t be serious.” Harry says nothing, a blush creeping up his neck. “Harry…” she doesn’t know what else to say, scratching at the back of her head. “I guess stars really are just like us, complete space cadets.”

“I’m sorry! I was..distracted.”

She can’t keep herself from laughing and she places her hand over Harry’s on the table, trying to calm him down. “No worries, seriously, I was just teasing you. I’ve gone this long without my phone, an hour or so more won’t kill me.”

He smiles sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for how foolish he had made himself look. “Sorry ‘bout that. Seems like I’m really trying to keep your phone, doesn’t it?”

“Kind of...but I don’t think there’s anything in particular on there that you’d really be interested in having access to.”

He grabs the bottle of wine and takes the temporary cork off, he had previously uncorked it before Y/N had arrived. He pours the wine and then quirks a brow towards her. “I’m sure you’ve got some funny notes on there, you’re hilarious.”

She scoffs as his look is serious. Picking her glass up, she clinks it with Harry’s and takes a sip. She hums at the taste, judging the flavor and deeming it good. He watches her as she makes her silent decision and smirks at the way she smiles to herself. Coming back to the conversation she makes eye contact with Harry as she sets the glass down and leans back in her chair.

“You barely know me.” A coy smile flits across her features now. Harry’s heart skips a beat at her tone. He had been expecting some lighthearted quip, but this held something far more intense. It’s still teasing, but it’s far closer to flirting than friendly joking.

He begins to unpack the basket and place food onto the table, eyes constantly flickering between his task and Y/N. Her eyes are fixated on his hands, the way they flex and move and the way his rinks clink against the containers he’s moving around.

“Then tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” He finishes placing the food on the table and removes the basket from the table so there’s nothing obstructing their view of each other.

“Very specific,” she takes a sip of her wine again, refraining from rolling her eyes. It was easy to talk to Harry, like they had been friends forever.

Harry lets out one of his loud single laughs. “See! You’re hilarious.” His compliment makes her finally roll her eyes playfully. Instead of responding, she puts some food onto the plate in front of her and takes a bite of a peach slide she had grabbed.

“You’re a flirt,” she says finally, her smile spreading across her face.

“That’s a fact ‘bout me not you, love.”

She bites her lip. For being extremely forgetful, Harry was also extremely charming. “Well, I’m not a fan of flirts.”

“I thought you said you were a massive fan yesterday?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at her with an inviting look in his eye, obviously trying to goad her.

She let out a gasp at his words and began to blush. His stare felt like a second sun boring straight into her, its heat traveling directly to her core. Trying to maintain her collected appearance that she had played so well yesterday, she takes a breath and another sip of wine. The liquid ran down her throat, soothing her. Shaking her head she says, “You know what I meant.”

Biting a piece of bread, Harry nods and shoots her a wink. Her legs instinctively shift together. Finishing his chewing, he speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, tell me more about yourself.”

They settle in, getting more serious and having an actual conversation rather than flirty comments shot back and forth. By the end of the bottle of wine, Harry and Y/N are cackling about some story she’s told about her first solo trip to Amsterdam and all the trouble she got into being a twenty year old college student with easy legal access to weed.

“I remember the first time I went to Amsterdam with the band,” Harry easily segways into his own story and she perks at the words ‘the band’. After all the fun they had been having talking and getting to know each other, the idea that Harry was a famous musician had left her mind completely. For the last forty-five minutes he had just been a really nice guy who was treating her to lunch.

She looks at him expectantly. “It was crazy cool, I think I was only seventeen then? But everyone else was over 18 so they bought us a bunch of pot and we smoked it and got high off our asses. Can barely remember what we talked about, but we definitely thought it was the smartest shit ever”

“Do you ever miss that?”

He finishes off his last bit of wine, “Being young and dumb?”

“No, the, like, relationship you had with them. I don’t mean to pry, but I feel like with any close relationship, when you stop being together all the time...it’s never the same.”

Harry sighs, thinking over what you had said, now knowing it was rather serious and not just about being young. He runs a hand through his soft curls before starting his response. “Short answer is yes. But, y’know, they were my family for so long and that bond doesn’t go away, even if we go through rough patches. Like that part of my life is such an essential part of who I am, I could never throw it away or discount it. I don’t know if I miss it all of the time though. I really like who I am right now.”

She nods, finishing her wine now too. Her body is fuzzy and warm under the soft light of the afternoon. Sharing a bottle of wine was enough to make her tipsy, but she felt sober enough to carry on their serious conversation. “That’s good. It’s important to like who you are right now. It’s how you know you’re ready to be there for others.” She says thoughtfully and then adds, “I like who I am right now, too.”

Harry smiles at her, a calm expression maintaining on his face, and twists his rings on his fingers. “That’s good,” he echoes. “Do you want to go for a walk?” His voice is soft and of course she’s going to say yes.

Her response is to stand up from the table and begin putting things back into the picnic basket. Harry watches her for a moment, taking in the way she moves with so much elegance even when doing such a mundane task. He is honestly so happy that he had gotten to see her again. She had intrigued him yesterday, but he had just expected her to be one of those fleeting thoughts in his mind. Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a feeling she would live in his memory for far longer. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll come back later and grab it all.”

“You set this all up, the least I can do is clean up a little,” She looks up at him from her crouched position as she packs up the leftover food into the basket still on the ground. Her hair is slightly falling into her face and she reaches to push it behind her ear while they continue to look at one another. Harry takes his lower lip into his mouth as he continues to look at her, trying to convince himself she’s not the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

As they walk between the grapes, they continue to talk, further investigating Y/N’s job aspirations and what Harry was planning on for his next few weeks of vacation. He leads them down a dirt path after they cross the street, moving away from both the villa and the chateau. The path has tall grass flanking its sides that pushes around in the cool summer breeze. She mentions the beautiful sound of the birds chirping and Harry agrees. They walk until they reach the small lake that’s about a ten minute walk from their respective current residences. It’s not a lake for swimming so there’s no one around, just more tall grass, some small trees, and the animals.

“It’s really so beautiful here.”

“I love it a lot, I’ve been coming down here every evening and just sitting alone for an hour or so,” Harry motions to the little wooden bench located beneath a shady tree. She looks at him questioningly, unsure if he means for them to sit. He takes her hand in response and leads them over to it. It’s right before the edge of the pond and if their legs were just a bit longer they could touch the feet into the water.

“It’s nice,” She says, turning her attention from the scenery to stare at Harry, who she finds is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and she bites her lip. He’s so close to her. Closer than they were in the shop yesterday and now their faces are on the same level. His glasses are still pushed into his curls and she decides to pluck them from his head and place them over her eyes instead. Harry protests, but she says smugly, “I’m putting them to better use than just sitting a top that head of yours. It’s quite bright out.”

Harry leans into her, extending his arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench. She sighs peacefully, with her gaze now hidden behind the glasses. She returns her gaze out against the water and tries to shift closer to Harry casually. They stay silent, listening to the rest of the world moving around them. Soon she’s resting nestled into his side and his arm has moved from the bench to rest around her shoulders. She exhales in contentment, but neither of them have said anything for a while. They were okay with it, being held was enough. Her right hand goes up and threads with Harry’s that is hanging limply against her.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decides he wants to talk. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too, Harry. You’re different than I had expected.”

“Really?”

“Yeah..I mean there’s that sinister quote about how you should never meet your heroes. But still, you were even kinder than I expected and even though you stole my phone,” she pauses to laugh,”it kind of turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I got to see you again.”

“Thanks…” Harry sighs and she turns her face to gaze up at him. “Well, yeah, now I’m sorta glad I did take your phone. You’re really wonderful.” She smiles and he smiles just as wide.

But then her smile falters, suddenly remembering everything. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, she mentioned that thing about heroes and it all came crashing down around her. Yes, it was amazing to be around Harry and it was great that he had been so down to earth. But what she had just said was true too. He was her hero, he was famous and their lives didn’t connect at all. Just that one fleeting moment in the shop. If she hadn’t known him they would have never interacted. She had even been on her last legs of being in that store, she was just about to ask her mom to leave when Harry had walked through the door.

She sits up and drops her hand from his and he looks at her confused. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks, concerned. She stands up now and walks the short distance to the edge of the water, pushing his glasses on top of her head. He follows quickly, growing anxious as she stays silent. “I just..” she laughs in spite of herself, “I just feel really dumb right now.”

“What? Why?” Harry’s really confused now, she won’t meet his gaze as he faces her trying to figure out what just happened.

“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking for even a second this could ever be something more.” She turns to Harry finally, looking him directly in the eye, even though her eyes are prickling with tears. She’s angry with herself, not Harry. “You’re you and I’m just a fan at the end of the day. All of the flirting and touching, it can’t be anything more. At most, I’m a one night stand. And as great as that would be in the moment, I know how I feel about you and I know it would ruin me. I can’t be a fling for you, Harry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he grabs her arm, trying to comfort her, she shrugs him off. “You’re more than a fan to me, I thought that was obvious by now. You wouldn’t be some meaningless one night stand. When I say I like being around you, I mean I like you, Y/N.” His voice is strong yet soft. He needs to convince her that she can feel comfortable around him, but he sees the darkness in her eyes, how scared she is of being hurt.

“I don’t fit into your life, Harry.” She shakes her head, moving her hands more as she grows more anxious.

“That’s not true. You told me you want to move to England, we could see each other there and see if this was anything.”

She knows he’s right, that it was possible, but she had worked herself up so much now that she had a hard time believing it. She takes a deep breath, “Just answer me this. Would you have given me a second glance if I hadn’t come up to you in that shop yesterday? Or a second thought if there hadn’t been the phone mishap?”

Harry is taken aback. Her words had nothing to do with what he had just said. He had thought his solution was actually really great, a plan he had been meaning to tell her if the rest of the day had gone accordingly, which it didn’t seem to be doing. He pauses and if Y/N was anymore distraught that would have been her cue to leave. Thankfully, she had grounded herself enough in the situation to not let her hot head get in the way of this conversation.

“That’s a pretty unfair question, Y/N. It’s not like I’m constantly looking for someone to fancy.”

“Just answer the questions.”

“Probably not, about the first one, I hadn’t even noticed anyone in the shop before you came up to me. I was off in my own world.” She nods, taking his words into account. He continues, “But yes, about the second one, I thought about you in the car ride home before your phone even rang. Like I said, I like you.”

“Okay.” She softens.

“That’s it?”

“I mean you’re right. We could see each other in London and see if this is something. I just had to know about the other stuff, it was racing through my mind and I wouldn’t get over it unless you gave me an answer.”

“Oh, so can I kiss you?” His words broke the uncomfortable tension that had surrounded them.

“You still want to?” Her voice is small and unsure. The most nervous she had been around Harry was right now.  

“I want to do so much more than that, darling, you have no idea.” He cups her cheek and wraps an arm around her waist. She giggles in nervous anticipation. Then his lips gently push onto hers and she sighs into the kiss. At the edge of the lake, the pair of them taste each other for the first time. Tongues begin licking into each other’s mouths and the kiss becomes breathless. Her hands are at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her while he tightens his grasp around her waist. She moans slightly when Harry nips at her lower lip and he smirks, happy with the sound she makes.

“We should probably go get my phone.” Harry whimpers at her words.

“What?” Harry is once again confused by the woman before him, who had now pulled from their kiss.

“My phone is in your room…” She trails off and then eyes widen and he giggles excitedly. Eventually realizing what she’s implying.

“Yes! Yes, we should go do that. Get your phone. In my room. Sounds like a good idea. Mhmm.” He pecks her lips between each sentence.

“You’re so weird,” she laughs and brings down his shades onto her face once again. He pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head as they begin their walk back to the chateau.

“Do you want your phone or not?”

[unfinishedsweetsimphony]

salvation and sanctuary

[requested by anon m]

~Sapnap x Reader, SMP!Wilbur Soot x Reader~

Summary: In this world, your soulmate is the one who will save you from death. Also, in this world, the gods of destiny thought it would be funny to make the soulmate connection Minecraft themed. 

Genre: SoulmateAU! Fluff, elements of hurt/comfort, smudge of angst. Headcannon format

Pronouns: They/them (Gender-neutral)

Warnings: Near-death situations, short reader, captial letters and cursing.

[a/n: THAT’S IT IM SIMPING FOR M! Thank you so much for requesting and supporting my work. It truly means so much to me. I’ve decided to do hybrid of bullet points and blurbs for this one because I wanted to have some ~variety~ in the format of the soulmate fics. Additionally, I did a mix of both by doing ‘irl’ Sapnap and SMP/c!Wilbur Soot. I hope that’s okay with you, m. I hope you enjoy, have a lovely day <3 Edit: Sapnap expressed discomfort of fanfictions including his first name so I changed it!]

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★ It all began at a PC café.

★ (Y/N) was a regular since it was a nice change from their all-too-familiar room and the coffee and pastries were the best.

★ On the other hand, this is Sapnap’s first time at a PC café. 

★ Usually, he would just use the setup he has at home but he figured that he might as well try it at least once.

★ Plus the café was having special where first-timers get their first hour and snacks free

★ And who was he to decline free shit?

★ (Y/N) and Sapnap crossed paths when he sat behind them playing Minecraft, (Y/N) noticed, and (Y/N) offered to join him.

★ The two bonded over the game and played together until they were out of money and remembered “wait, we could just use the pcs we have at home and keep this party going”

★ They get up to head to their respective homes and that’s when the height difference was noticed.

★ “Oh my god that’s fucking adorable.”, Sapnap thought.

★ Cue the eyebrow raise from (Y/N)

★ “Shit I said that out loud.”

★Both of them continue to hang out as friends for months.

★ One of these hang-outs, they were going down a really crowded sidewalk.

★ They had to hold hands so they didn’t lose each other. (cha cha real smooth)

★ But in a particularly dense part of the mass of people, (Y/N) was pushed out into the street.

‘Who’s idea was it to go here? We should’ve gone at a different time and avoided all this-’, Sapnap’s thoughts were interrupted by the lack of warmth in his left hand. ‘Shit, where’s (Y/N)?’, Sapnap panics and tries to crane his neck to find them in the crowd, ‘Damn them and their smallness.’

Finally, he sees them getting pushed around and makes his way towards them. Nick was almost to their side when (Y/N) gets pushed out into the road. They stumble and fall pretty bad, hitting their head. Nick decides to forgo ‘Excuse me’s and ‘Sorry’s; he just needs to get to them before they get hurt further.

(Y/N) manages to sit up, disgruntled and loopy; not registering the speeding car headed their way. ‘Oh no. Move. Move. Fuck, fuck, shit, shit’, Sapnap’s body goes into autopilot and he lunges forward, grabbing (Y/N) to his chest, the inertia causing him to fall back on to the sidewalk. “Holy fuck, that was close.’, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Are you alright? We should get to the doctor.”

★ Right then, it happened.

★The soulmate connection within clicked.

★ After a visit from to the hospital, they decided to make it official with a cute date at home since (Y/N) needed their rest.

★ “What’s up, what’s so funny?” “This is the greatest day of my life and I almost got fucking run over today.”

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  SMP!Wilbur Soot

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◉ (Y/N) was Eret’s sibling and has known Wilbur since the drug van. 

◉ At first they were just an apprentice trying to make a quick buck and in for a good time, but soon they fell head over feels for Wilbur.

◉ So when Wilbur proposed to start a nation, (Y/N) was right by his side.

◉ As for Wilbur, he has always been fond of (Y/N).

◉ He always admired their work ethic and loyalty and fell in love with their daring spirit and clever mind.

◉ The two can usually be seen making drugs, working on political documents, and teasing each other about their height.

◉ “Will, I swear to god if you rest your arm on my head one more time I’m gonna-” “Oh what’s that? I’m sorry I can’t hear you from all the way up here.”

◉ That earned him a swift kick to the back of the knees which made him topple like a Jenga tower. Tommy nearly burst his lung laughing.

◉ Together they were the feared duo, an unstoppable force on the battlefield and on the podium.

◉ Skip to to the moment where Eret has his hand over the button.

“To think, we were family. That I trusted you, believed you, and defended you!”, (Y/N) looked at Eret with such disdain and hurt that he flinched. “I’m sorry...”, he began, “It was never meant to be.”

BOOM!

What was supposed be one crater turned into a minefield of explosions. Wilbur was knocked back, but (Y/N) was quick to act and pulled Wilbur away from the other blasts. Tommy and Tubbo were already running, with Tommy leading the way. (Y/N) caught Sapnap aiming a crossbow in Wilbur’s direction and threw themself into the way, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

Their health quickly dropped, but they fought through the pain and turned to fire back at Sapnap. Their arrow hit the mark and distracted him enough to get away.

In the bunker Tommy made, they took a moment to heal themselves. Wilbur finished wrapping up the bandages around (Y/N)’s back and sat down next to them. “Thank you.”, he handed them some bread, “For saving me back there.” (Y/N) gladly accepted the food and gave him a genuine smile, “Hey, I’m with you ‘till the end of the line. Don’t worry about it. I know you would do the same for me”

“Hey guys, I think you should check the chat.”, Tubbo interjected.

The two did just that and they saw it.

WilburSoot has just earned the achievement [Guess I fell for you]

melodious(Y/N) has just earned the achievement [Guardian Angel]

[stevie-petey]

LOVING where you’re going with Bug and Steve’s story so far. Looking forward to the next chapter🥰

I have a blurb idea!! What about Bug’s reaction to Dustin being sad at the Snow Ball when all the girls said no to him🥲and her reaction to Nancy dancing with him.

Ps. Sorry I meant to send this as an ask the first time my b😅

thank youuuu <3 n i so wanted to add this scene in but the chapter was already 20k words and i simply couldnt but YES i will happily elaborate on this

enjoy <3

"should i go and dance with him?" you ask nancy, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you watch dustin, all alone with his head ducked in shame as he stands in the corner and watches his peers. since arriving, hes been rejected again and again by the girls at the dance.

nancy bites her lip, unsure herself what to do. "youre his sister, i think it might make it worse if you dance with him." she confesses with a sigh.

you both watch as dustin walks towards the bleachers in defeat, and it takes everything within you not to run after him. his shoulders are shaking, you know hes holding back tears. he had been so excited for tonight, and now he sits all alone, once again beaten down by peers who have no idea what hes done for them. dustin henderson is a hero, hes saved hawkins, and yet hes treated like a freak.

he deserves the entire world.

"thats it," you cant take it anymore. youre dustins sister, hes your baby brother, how can you be expected to stand as watch as he gets his heart broken? "im gonna go dance with him-"

"no!" nancy grabs your hand to stop you.

you pull at your wrist, annoyed and hurt that she expects you to do nothing as dustin cries. "hes my brother, screw whatever those stupid kids say-"

"i'll dance with him."

you gape at nancy, unsure if you heard her correctly. "you... what?"

"here," she hands you the punch ladle and then wipes her hands, a smile on her face as if this is a regular occurance for her. she fixes her hair, straightens out her dress, and then takes a deep breath. "i remember his crush he used to have on me. figure its time to apologize for how mean i was."

and then nancy leaves. you stare at her, still in complete shock, as she approaches your brother. they exchange words, and you cant help but laugh at how shocked dustin looks as well. nancy takes his hands and marches him confidently through the crowd of preteens and places dustins hands around her waist and they begin to dance.

a few girls sneer at nancy and dustin, which you secretly preen at. serves them right for being little monsters towards your brother. you understand that being twelve is a horrid age, but dustin doesnt deserve their bitterness.

nancy says something that makes dustin bashful and he giggles. his tears have long since dried, and you watch them with fondness. a year ago you envied nancy wheeler and resented her beauty and grace. now, shes dancing with dustin and sending you a wink as he spins her around. time is weird, but youre immensely happy that you somehow ended up here.

you look around the gym. will is with a girl with a nervous smile on his face as they dance together. nancy and dustin are giggling to themselves. max and lucas are shy as they slow dance, and without meaning to, you watch as they have their first kiss. its a short, simple peck, and lucas blushes like crazy, and your heart soars.

somehow, within the five years youve known them, the kids grew up right before your eyes.

then you see mike, and you do a double take when you see that hes with el. shes in a beautiful dress, her hair is done, and she even seems to have some makeup on. you look behind you and see hopper standing outside in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette with joyce, and the two of them share their own laugh. its been a while since you last saw joyce smile, same with the chief, and something warm fills within you. love is weird, and you couldnt be happier that the ones closest to you get to experience it.

as your eyes roam the room, they somehow find jonathans. they always find jonathan.

he points to nancy and dustin and shakes his head, laughing. he knows that your brother will hold this over his head for the next week, but hes happy the kid is having a good night. you giggle, knowing what hes thinking, and shrug your shoulders. itll be a problem for jonathan tomorrow, but tonight you both watch as the girl and young boy dance the night away. both your hearts are warm, each of you feel a deep love for the girl in this moment, and you both marvel at how lovely nancy wheeler is.

as you watch, something tugs at your chest and begs you to turn around. you do, and see steves car slowly driving away from the middle school.

your lips tingle, still feeling his cheek against them. your skin will never forget the feel of his. your promise still lingers on your tongue.

take all the time you need.

time is weird.

so is love.

and youre all the luckier for it.

[silvermistcosmos]

Omg just stumbled upon ur blog and I’m already a fan🤩 your blurbs are super sweet and well written!!

I was wondering if I could have a ship with bangtan please <3

Im rather timid when you first meet me kind of person but once I open up you cannot shut me up haha😅 I like going on long walks on the beach, my beverage of choice is beer, I listen to all types of music and do my make up when I’m bored even if it’s 2 am lol I’m a night person😄 physically I am tan, I have piercings, dark brown eyes and short brown hair. Thank you so much and I hope you have an awesome week! P.s I’d like a romantic ship🥰

can we just take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous I think you look just by the description?! like ugh, you sound so pretty! 😌❤ and yes, im totally going to be using the fact that you do your makeup at 2 in the morning in your lil' blurb cuz what? but that's cute 😋

also, thank you so much for commenting on my work! hehehe, you're seriously so sweeet ahhh I hope you have had/are having an amazing, happy, and cheerful day because you deserve it! <3

I ship you with...Jimin

first person I thought of when I saw this? Jimin. Like boy, seriously long walks on the beach? talkative? Just imagine late night walks on the beach just talking about anything and everything? ADORABLE.

pairing - Jimin x anon

genre - fluff // blurb

wordcount - 293

warning(s) - n/a

a/n - if you would like to be shipped as well, check out my Enhypen & BTS ship game

Jimin sleepily opens his eyes, rubbing at them because of the bright light shining from your vanity, "Sweetie, what are you doing?" He asked groggily, his eyes still adjusting.

You turned your head to look at him, makeup brush in hand and eyeshadow not completely blended in yet, "I'm sorry! Did I wake you? I knew I should have done this in the bathroom." You apologized, biting at your lip, "I just got bored so I decided to do my makeup..."

"I'm not too worried about you waking me up as much as I am about you being bored at two in the morning. You shouldn't even be thinking about being bored because you're actually supposed to be sleeping!" He spat out, talking fast even in his tired state of mind.

"Well, I couldn't fall asleep so I scrolled through Pinterest and found a makeup design I wanted to try so...here I am." You confessed, placing the brush down to get the wipes from beside you and began to rub the makeup off.

"You should've just told me you couldn't sleep." He said, holding his arms open for you to climb in.

"I didn't want to bother you, but...since you're already awake, who am I to complain?" You giggled, turning the light off and climbing into bed, right into his arms.

"See? This is how it's supposed to be. This is how we are meant to fall asleep every night." He kissed the top of your head, holding your body tighter.

You hummed, eyes drooping already.

"I am so going to tell the boys about you doing your makeup at 2 in the morning." He teased, chuckling to himself, but you were already half-asleep and didn't care about anything being said, "Goodnight, love."

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 16/??

Hey all! I'm back! I'm so sorry to those of you that have been waiting for an update! Thank you for being patient! I Love Ya'll! Without further ado, welcome to part 16!

Series masterlist Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing, Character death.

Once Shane and Rick had returned from taking Randall to the barn, we had all made our way back to the camp. I took a seat in one of the camping chairs, as the others gathered around. Lori was kneeling beside the fire.

“So what you gonna do?” She asked pouring cocoa into a mug, pausing and handing it to Carl. “We'd all feel better if we knew the plan.” She stated looking up at the two men after pouring a mug for herself.

“Is there a plan?” Andrea asked, rocking slightly on her heel before walking towards Shane.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn had asked, shifting and fidgeting as Carol stood behind him. Both men had looked down, Shane slipping his thumbs into his belt as Rick stepped forward. “We'll know soon enough.” Rick had nodded his head, to where Daryl was now headed towards the group. Daryls knuckles were covered in blood, I didn’t have to guess who it belonged to. “Boy there's got a gang.” He speaks loud enough for us to hear as he approaches. “30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends.” He continues, stopping as he reached the group. “They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna- they're gonna wish they were.” He looked around, eyes landing on me then settling onto the floor.

Carol placed a hand on my shoulder, looking up. “What did you do?” “Had a little chat.” He slightly shook his head, leaving. I slightly turned and watched as he made his way towards our tent. “No one goes near this guy.” Ricks voice had gotten my attention.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” Lori spoke softly, standing and moving closer to her husband.

“We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat.” He stated calmly, looking at each of us individually. “You're just gonna kill him?” Dale had asked incredulously.

“It's settled. I'll do it today.” Rick had nodded finally and left the small meeting, Dale following close behind. I smiled at Lori and Carl as I stood from the chair, Maggie standing off the right with Glenn. I moved towards the RV, moving to borrow one of Dales books, having misplaced the book Shane had gotten me. Entering the RV, I was met with complete silence. I reached up and grabbed one of the random books that he had sitting on the counter, giving the blurb a quick read over and nodding, making my way to my tent. A hand had landed on my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts.

Turning I see Maggie, a small smile playing on her face. “Hey.” “Holy shit, you scared me, you asshole.” A small chuckle escaping as, I sighed. She let out a small chuckle. “I’m just checking up on you, im not meant to leave you alone.” “Im headed to my tent, you don’t have to worry about me, or babysit me.” “Im not babysitting you.” She chuckled. “Believe it or not, I actually like hanging out with you.” She shook her head throwing her arm around my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I chuckled as she started guiding me towards my tent. “Ill walk with you.” “Go be with Beth.” I smiled softly. “Daddy wanted to speak with her alone for a little bit.” She shook her head. “You don-“ “I want to.” I nodded, smiling as we made the short trip. As we neared the tent, we were met with the sight of Daryl reloading his crossbow. Raising it, aiming at the cans he had littering the fence facing the outside of the property. Anger was radiating off of him. Maggie stopped, raising her brows slightly. “I think I’ll let you guys talk, give him some space.” She smiled, gently hugging me. She turned and left, the sound of the crossbow being shot made me jump slightly as the arrow pierced the can. Daryl had began loading it again, and repeated the process. I walked closer to the tent, watching as he reloaded again. He paused and glanced over, our eyes briefly making contact, Daryl turning back and aiming at another can. “What happened up there?” I asked softly, taking a small step closer and stopping. Daryl shook his head and huffed, moving his crossbow over his shoulder as the arrow connected with the last can. He made his way towards the fence to retrieve the arrows. I sighed as I watched him replace the cans after taking the arrows back. He made his way back to where he was standing beforehand. He didn’t speak a word, bringing his crossbow back and reloading an arrow, and shooting, hitting his target again. “Babe…” Daryl grunted in response. “Regardless if you tell me what is on your mind or ignore me, I’m staying right here.” He turned to glare at me. I raised a brow and he smirked, moving his crossbow over his right shoulder, moving closer. He stops in front of me, moving his hand to rest on my side, my shirt slightly raising as his thumb gently grazed the skin. He moved his crossbow from his shoulder to the ground, his right arm mirroring his left. I moved my arms to rest around his neck, wrists crossed behind his head as the book rested between my fingers. Intimate moments like this with Daryl, although as rare as they are I love. We stood quietly, the both of us enjoying being in the others company. Daryl dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead to mine. “You don’t need to talk to me now about what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” I smiled softly, moving my hand to rest on his cheek. “Come to me when you are ready.” I finished, gently guiding him down for another kiss. He moved his right hand to my face and deepened the kiss, pulling away to get our breath back. He reached down and picked up the crossbow, raising his brow at me.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Ya’ wanna learn?” He gestured to the cans with the crossbow. “Babe-“ “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me to where he was standing before.

He placed the bow down, and cocked and loaded it before handing it to me. “I could’ve done that..” I joked. “Nah, ain’t gonna risk hurting bean.” He shook his head moving behind me.

He moved my body into a better position, his leg snaking between mine and moving them shoulder width apart and wrapped his arms around me, helping me aim.

“Take ya’ time.” He began, moving the buttstock to my shoulder.

“Make sure ya’ raise the bow higher.” He spoke into my ear as his arms moved mine higher.

“And keep ya’ thumb on the bottom of the forearm.”

He watched as I lined up one of the cans, arms slightly wavering.

“Take a breath and focus.” He spoke softly into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as Daryl removed his arms from my own. “When ya’ pull the trigger, squeeze it slowly, keep it steady.” I kept the can in my sight, taking steady breaths as I nodded softly. “Ya’ got this baby.” He spoke from behind me as my finger hovered over the trigger.

My eye lingered on the can, finger moving to lightly squeeze the trigger. With a click, the arrow flies through the air, dropping slightly, hitting the fence under the can. Daryl let out a small chuckle behind me as my arms dropped to my sides, crossbow hanging beside me as I turn to him.

“Here.” He reached over for the crossbow, reloading it. He handed it back over and watched as I got back into position. I rested the buttstock to my shoulder once more and aimed more downrange, lining the can up once again. Evening my breathing out, I gently squeezed the trigger, the arrow releasing from the bow and lodging itself into the can. “Knew ya’ had it in ya’.” Daryl smiled, moving past me to retrieve the two arrows. He smirked as he made his way back, taking the crossbow from my hands and reloading it. “Ya’ wanna go again?” He asked, raising his brow.

I looked down, a small scoff leaving my lips.

“Hell yeah i do.” I looked up, meeting his eye, returning the smirk he had given me.

I sighed as I stretched my arms over my head, making my way to the tent as Daryl collected all of the arrows once more.

Daryl began sharpening the arrows as I entered. I placed the book on the bed, grabbing the duffle bag of clothes, searching for a sweater. Daryl and I had been shooting for close to two hours, just enjoying the time we had together. The cicada’s had began chirping, drowning out the silence that had been present before. I opened the tent door and stepped out, taking a seat by Daryl as he began loading his arrows into their holders. Footsteps approaching had gotten our attention. Glancing up, covering my eyes from the sun, I see the familiar silhouette of Dale. Daryl let out a scoff as he continued loading the arrows. “The whole point of me coming up here is to get away from you people.” He announced as the older man stopped two metres away.

“Gonna take more than that.” Dale responded, resting a foot on a stump, nodding towards me as I waved.

“Carol send you?” Daryl asked as he checked the fletching on his arrows.

“Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, or your new role in the group.” Dale glanced at him and gestured to the two of us. Daryl looked over at me and I looked down.

“Oh man, I don't need my head shrunk.” He shook his head, looking down to his crossbow. “This group's broken. I'm better off fending for myself and my family.” He nodded towards me. My heart fluttered slightly at his words. “You act like you don't care.” Dale had responded, watching as Daryl grabbed his denim jacket.

“Yeah, It's 'cause I don’t.” He shrugged his jacket on over his shoulders. “So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?” Dale had questioned.

“Nope.” Daryl shook his head. Dale glanced over to meet my eye as if asking me the same question. “Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?”

“Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch.” Daryl spoke, fixing his vest over the denim.

“Your opinion makes a difference, both of yours.” He motioned to us.

“Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing.” He grabbed the crossbow and tilted his head at me as he began stalking off. I stood understanding what he meant, but I stopped mid way between both men.

“Your girl is, Carol is, and I am. right now.” Dale paused, waiting for Daryl to stop. Daryl turned as he listened to the older man. “And you obviously- you have Rick's ears.” Dale finished.

“Rick just looks to Shane. Let him.” Daryl began walking back towards Dale, stopping next to me. He grabbed my wrist as he turned back around and began walking away. “You cared about what happened to Sophia, cared what it meant to the group.” Dale began, knowing that it had gotten Daryl’s attention. “Torturing people? That isn't you.” He paused, Daryl had began walking back to Dale, hand still connected with my own. “You're a decent man. So is Rick. Shane- he's different.” Dale spoke apprehensively as he looked at me. “What's that?” Daryl asked pausing to glance at me before continuing. “’Cause he killed Otis?”

Dale looked between Daryl and I incredulously.

“He tell you that?” He asked closing the space between the three of us. “He told some story.” Daryl paused. “How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid.” Daryl spoke dropping my hand. “If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna.” “It's like I said- group's broken.” He muttered as he turned and walked away. Dale and I watched Daryl retreat.

“What are your thoughts?” Dale had asked, as we stood by the deteriorating fire place. “What on Dale?” I sighed, now turning to face him. “Everything.” He paused, waiting for me to answer. “Shane isn’t who he once was, it’s clear to see.” “I told you that when i overheard you and Shane at camp.” I paused. “The story with Otis didn’t add up, Daryl is clearly the more observant one. Im just naive.”I sighed. “I didn’t want to believe it I guess. But I do.” “And what about the boy?” “Randall?” I asked, and Dale nodded. “Dale-“ “He is just a kid (Y/n), a kid that deserves a chance, the chance to live.” Dale paused, searching my face for any sort of hesitance. “We still have our humanity, only just.” He continued as he waited for a response. I stayed silent as he watched me, eyes intently staring at me. “Is this really what you want to bring your baby into?” “A world in which our humanity is hanging on by a thin thread?” He whispered, shoulders slumping slightly as he began to feel defeated.

I watched as his head dropped, moving the rifle from his left shoulder to his right as he shifted his stance, moving to turn around. The defeat taking a toll on his body language. “Alright.” I sighed, briefly pinching the bridge of my nose. Dale had stopped, hesitantly turning to face me. “Alright?” He asked, brow slightly raised as he watched me. “Alright.” I nodded. It took all of five seconds for Dale’s face to brighten with a contagious smile. “What changed your mind?” “I never really had it made up.” I spoke softly as I moved a small rock around the dirt with my shoe. Dale hummed in response and waved as he continued to make his exit. “You also had a compelling argument.” I called, watching as the older man softly shook his head, a smile evident on his face as he turned and waved goodbye. “Ill see you at his trial, it’s at sunset!” “Sunset?” “Sunset.” He confirmed, with a wave of his hand, walking away.

I sat on the bed and sighed, after spending what had felt like an hour searching for the book the Shane gave me and finding nothing, I had given up the search and instead picked up one of the baskets by the open mesh door and sat down on the floor by the bags of clothes. I began sorting through the fabrics, picking up various pairs of denim jeans covered in dirt and dried blood, throwing them into the basket next to me and continuing working through the clothing. After five minutes of sorting out the clothes I moved the basket closer to the exit, and shuffled over to where Daryl had thrown some of his other clothes yesterday. “All I ask of him is to throw his damn clothes in the damn basket.” I mutter to myself as I pick up a worn out and stained tank top, and toss it into the basket, finding another pair of jeans covered in dried up blood, the stench stronger than the others, and throw it into the basket with the others. I heard something small hit the tarp by the basket, furrowing my brows, I turn, moving the hanging pant leg into the basket, only to be met with sight of two grey, still decomposing fingers.

My stomach started doing flips, as I stared at the two digits that were laying still on the ground. Moving quickly I stood up, and made my way out side, fighting the bile that was threatening to come up my throat. Fresh air surrounded me as I bent down, my hands resting on my thighs, as I closed my eyes and breathed. I waited for a few moments as I regained my composure and headed back into the tent, grabbing the basket and making a quick exit, leaving the two fingers on the floor. He can get rid of them. I think to myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see something move by Merles, Daryl’s motorcycle. I turn fully and notice Carls striped dark blue hooded jumper, the boy not noticing my presence. I smile to myself and place the basket down, walking over, watching as he looks up at the squirrel and rabbit pelts hanging on the makeshift line, then as his attention lands on the motorcycle. Carl reached out and his hands gripped the handles, mimicking revving the motorcycle. “If Daryl see’s you touching that he might try to shoot you in the butt.” I laughed softly. The boy jumped back and put his hands in his pocket, looking at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you, im sorry.” I giggled as he looked down. “No, that’s okay.” He chuckled and looked up at me. “What are you up to kiddo?” “Nothing, just wanted to come up and see you.” He smiled. “Oh really?” I smiled, stepping around the motorcycle and wrapping my arm around the boy, squeezing him in a small side-hug. “How sweet of you.” I laughed, reaching down and ruffling his hair as she gently pushed me away groaning. “Stop.” He whined laughing, moving his hand up to block my hand. “Alright.” I chuckled pulling my arm back and placing it across my chest with the other. Carl was silent for a moment, before his blue eyes shot up and met mine. “Do you wanna go exploring?” “Exploring?” I asked with a raised brow. “Yeah! Like go see if there’s a waterhole or something we can swim in.” He smiled. “I don’t know Carl.” “Please! It’s real warm out! And i can’t go by myself.” He whined. “I have to wash my laundry first, then i’ll have a quick talk with your mama. I don’t want a repeat of the last time.” I smiled down at the boy, who had now put his head down and kicked his shoe in the dirt. “Okay.” he nodded after a minute. “Okay, well, I better get going to do this, so we can go.” I smiled, turning and taking a step forward, pausing to look at him again. “Come on, I can’t leave you here alone. Daryl will shoot us both in the butt.” I nodded my head for him to follow me. Carl groaned as he took a step around the motorcycle and followed me to the basket. I reached down and picked up the basket and began the small trek to the camp with the basket leaning against my right hip, my right arm extended over the top and holding onto the handle. Carl was silent as we walked together, the silence filled out by the chirps of cicadas in the distance. The smell of instant coffee grew stronger as we got closer to camp, I could see Carol hovering by the fire, stirring the pot.

“It won’t take me long to wash these.” I smiled, turning to Carl. I frowned as I stopped, turning and searching for the boy who had since disappeared. I shook my head and continued walking towards Carol. “Hi Carol.” I smiled softly as I approached the camp. The woman stood and smiled. “Hey (Y/n).” She returned the smile. “Need anything washed?” I asked, gesturing to the basket on my hip. “No! Here, let me take that!” Her eyes widened as she rushed around the fire. Her hands reached out and took the basket from my hands and she moved around the fire and to the wash tub. “Carol-“ “I don’t want to hear it.” She stated in a sing-song matter. “Please, Carol, I need to do something.” “You are growing a child. You are doing something.” “Carol-“ “Just take my help and shut up.” She chuckled. “I-“ “(Y/n), im not taking no for an answer.” She warned, pointing her index finger at me. I stood by Carol for a moment, watching as she began separating the fabrics. “Go and do something sweetie.” “Alright, Alright.” I raised my hands in surrender. Carol chuckled and waved me off as I began to trek away from the fire. “Do you know where Lori is?” I stopped and turned as I asked Carol. Carol stopped sorting and looked up at me, before looking around and sighing. “Last I saw, she was at the barn with Rick.” “Okay, thank you!” I smiled softly. Carol nodded. “You okay?” i asked, moving to take a step forward as her demeanour changed. “Im fine honey, Lori and I had a little bit of a disagreement.” “Did you want to-“ “No, im alright, go do what you need to do.” She shook her head, turning to smile at me.

I nodded hesitantly and made my way towards the barn. It didn’t take long to get to the barn, could see the married couple standing outside and talking, Lori moving her hands to her face and placing her face briefly in her palms before sliding them off, Rick with one hand on his hip, leaning more on his left leg. The latter looked around and his eyes made contact with my own. He must’ve said something to Lori, whose face had quickly switched from worried to a forced smile. “Hey, sorry to interrupt.” “No, not at all.” Rick quickly assured me, smile on his face. “Whats up (Y/n)?” Lori smiled as her husband took a step back. “I came to talk to you about Carl.” Rick and Lori both shared a glance with one another as she sighed. “Oh god, What has he down now?” Rick asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What?” I asked, genuinely confused. “(Y/n), im sorry, what has he done?” Lori apologised. I looked between the two of them, confusion evident on my features. “He hasn’t done anything?” I asked gently, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Oh?” Lori asked. “I just came over to ask if you guys would mind if Carl and I hung out today, he asked me to go ‘exploring’ with him.” “Oh, um no-“ “We don’t mind.” Rick answered, a small smile on his face. Lori looked at her husband, hesitation flowing off of her in waves. “It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable Lori, I respect both of your’s wishes and boundaries, especially with Carl.” “No, I don’t mind, it’s just, I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.” She hesitated. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “He was rude to Carol earlier, Disrespected her and Sophia.” Rick answered after watching Lori internally fighting herself. “That isn’t like him, he is a good kid.” My brows furrowed. “We know it’s not, he is lashing out and we don’t know why.” Lori shook her head. “I can talk to him?” I asked, looking between the couple. “I think that’d be good.” Rick agreed, nodding as he looked between his wife and I. “Lori?” I asked. She stood in silence for a few moments, thinking it over in her head before turning to me completely. “Okay.”

I made my way back to camp, looking around for Carl. Carol had managed to finish doing the laundry, clothes hanging up on numerous lines. No-one was around, the camp quiet for a change. I walked over to the RV to check if Carl was inside only to find it empty. Exiting the RV, a flash of blue in my peripheral vision caught my attention, the familiar sheriffs hat disappearing into the thick line of tree’s. Looking around briefly, I decide to follow him, not having time to find someone and let them know without knowing if Carl was going to run into danger. I picked up speed with each step until I was running in between the trees, trying to find the boy. Sighing I stop, trying to find any sign of Carl being here or him. This was probably the stupidest thing I could’ve done. I should’ve told someone that I saw Carl run off, Daryl would be able to find him in no time. A twig snapped, I turned my head towards the sound, to be met with a raccoon. My hand made its way to rest above my heart as I stared at the little creature. It slowly moved around me, eyes locked onto me, before it retreated and ran into a nearby bush. I took a breath and looked around, trying to figure out which direction Carl had run off. I moved forward, walking towards a small opening, finding a small stream connected to a small Rockpool. I almost forgot how beautiful nature was as I watched the water slowly tickle over the rocks and down the sloped ground. I heard leaves crunching to my right, I looked over and saw movement, and followed it. Quietly and slowly I followed the sound of the earth crunching and stopped as I heard a snarl. I moved behind a tree as I noticed it wasn’t carl I had been following, but a walker. The walker had turned around , it had been a female, in its previous life. Now It had a missing arm, matted hair and a half torn face. The walker began grunting and snarling, as it lifted its face higher in the air, sniffing its surroundings. I could hear the chattering of its teeth as it started to backtrack. The stench of rotting flesh picking up in the crosswind, making me slowly move a hand to cover my mouth and nose. It stumbled past the tree I was taking cover behind and lightly screeched, moving towards a bush, diving into it and snarling as it rustled through the leaves. I spotted a medium sized rock on the ground, stepping quietly over to it I picked it up and tiptoed over to where the walker was hunched over int the bushes. I heard a high picked squeak and the sound of tearing flesh as the walker had managed to catch something and tear into it. My foot landed on a stick, causing a small crack to echo through the trees, the walker moving o turn its head as I raised the rock and smashed the back of its skull in. I grunted as I raised the rock again and let it connect with the skull over again, the sound of its skull cracking after each blow as it dropped to the floor lifeless. I watched for a moment as it lay on the floor, movement ceasing. I dropped the rock onto its head with one last blow and moved over to the running stream. I look down at my shaking hands, both of which were covered in dark red, almost black blood, little fragments of broken skull and what looks like brains on my wrists, strands of hair wrapped over my knuckles.

I bent down, trying to ignore my stomach flipping as I placed my hands into the water and cup them, washing off the blood and gore. I sighed as I shook my head, my thoughts going 100 miles an hour. I need to find Carl. NOW.

I glanced over at the lifeless walker and couldn’t help but let the bile run freely from my throat. After wiping my mouth, I moved away from the scene and walked further into the forest, listening out for any signs of Carl, or walkers. I would have called out for Carl, but after coming across the walker, I decided against it, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to the area, for myself and for Carl. I looked up at the sky, noticing the orange and purple hues making their way into the sky. “Come on Carl, where are you?” I asked softly as I took another step forward. I heard a yelp in the distance and I turned. “Carl.” I whispered, taking off in the direction I heard the yelp. I dodged fallen branches as I made my way closer to where he was, a smaller body almost hitting my own as he ran forward, not watching where he was going. I reached out and placed my hands on his shoulder, earning a yelp from Carl. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s me.” I spoke trying to get his attentions his hands tried to fight my own. I knelt down to his level. “Carl, Kiddo, it’s me.” I spoke again as he opened his eyes and looked up, noticing that it was only me and he was safe. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. I could feel his heart beating against his chest as we hugged. I had filled with relief as I clutched the boy closer to me. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” I sighed, moving my hand up and down his back, soothing the boy the best I could. I could feel something hard hit my thigh and I pulled back, noticing the butt of a gun, Daryls gun. Carl looked down and saw that I had noticed the gun. “Carl, where’d you get the gun?” I asked, calmly as I stood back up. “I found it.” “Where did you find it?” “Nowhere.” “Carl.” I sighed. “What?” “Please, be honest with me. Where did you get the gun?” He looked down, then around, refusing to meet my eye. “In the bag on Daryls bike.” He muttered. I rubbed my temple and put my hand out, waiting for him to hand it over. I felt the metal hit my palm, checking the safety and making sure there wouldn’t be an accident I shove it into my pocket. “Are you going to tell my mom?” “I- I don’t know Carl.” I sighed, looking into his blue orbs. “I’ll get into trouble.” “Maybe you should.” I spoke harshly, turning to walk back to the farm. Anger was seeping from my pores, and I felt the smallest amount of guilt.

“Im sorry.” He spoke softly walking beside me as we got closer to the tree line, the farm and camp now visible. “It’s okay Carl.” I sighed as I stopped and turned to face him. We both stopped and looked at one another as I knelt down to his level again, “What happened Carl?” “What?” “Back there, what happened?” I asked, my right hand on his shoulder. “I was just walking around and I found a pond, I wanted to go swimming but a wild animal scared me off.” “A wild animal?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Thats all it was?” I asked again, unsure if I should believe him. “Yeah.” “Okay, next question.” I paused Carl looked at me, eyes doe-like. “Why’d you take Daryl’s gun?” Carl looked around, deep in thought and let his shoulders slump. “I didn’t want to wait for you to go exploring, and I saw it in the bag.” “So you took it to have some kind of protection?” “Yeah.” “Carl, I don’t think that you know how dangerous that was.” I sighed. “I know.” “Carl I don’t think you do.” I paused. “Kid, you could’ve been attacked by a walker, or a wild animal. What I the safety wasn’t on on the gun properly, or if you’d hurt yourself, no-one would’ve known or known where you were.” “I know and im sorry.” He spoke, tears threatening to spill over his lower lash line. “Please don’t be angry.” “Im not angry, a little disappointed, but that will pass.” He nodded. “Before we head back, you want to talk about what you said to Carol?” He looked up, confusion on his face. “Your dad told me.” Carl looked away again but nodded. “I called her an idiot.” I looked at him with wide eyes. “You? What? Why?” “She told me that we would see Sophia in heaven again, and I told her that heaven was a lie and that she is an idiot if she believes in it.” “Damn. Okay.” I sighed, thinking it over. “Why?” “Because.” “Carl-“ “I don’t know why I said it, it upset me because I do miss her.” “Kiddo, I know you miss her.” I paused.

“Carol misses her too, you have that in common, you may not believe it now but Carol and you need each other.” “Need each other?” “Yeah, because you both loved Sophia and can bring her back in each others memories.” Carl looked down and nodded. “Ill apologise.” He nodded. “I think she’d appreciate that.” I smiled down at him, softly ruffling his hair. I looked up towards the farm house and noticed everyone making their way towards it. “Okay, lets go, Were going to be late.” “Late?” “Yeah, I’ll race you.” “Race me?” Carl asked with a small smile. “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling as I paused. “And ill win.” I chuckled as I began to run away. “Hey!” I heard the boy call from behind me and laughing.

I spotted Lori waiting outside of the house, watching as the others entered one by one. Carl’s laughter got closer as we ran closer and I let up, watching as he ran past me and to his mother. Lori reached out to him and ran her hand down his back leading him inside.

“I want you to stay with Jimmy.”

“But I wanna listen.” He whined.

“Uh-uh, not this time. Come on.” She finalised as I moved past the two. I walked into the Greene’s living room, spotting Daryl leaning against the mirror in the hall, I moved over and stood by him, feeling him move the slightest it closer and touching the back of my shoulder with his own. Glen sat on the stool by the piano, dale leaning up against it. Carol was leant against the wooden door, Patricia, Maggie and Hershel all on the couches in the corner by the window. T-dog was waiting by the coffee table, while Shane leant against the fire place, next to Andrea as Rick and Lori walked into the room. Rick turn, causing my own to turn to see Carl waiting for us all to talk. Lori shook her head and Carl left, rolling his eyes and scoffing.

We were all silent, Glenn being the first to speak up. “So how do we do this?” He Paused looking around. “Just take a vote?” He finished. “Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori suggested.

“Well, let's... Let's just see where everybody stands.” Rick began, stepping forward and resting his hand against the red lounge.

“Then we can talk through the options.” He finished. “Well, the way I see it, there's only one way to move forward.” Shane spoke up, arms crossed over his chest and dropping to rest in his belt loops.

“Killing him, right?” Dale stepped forward and asked. “I mean, why even bother to take a vote?” He paused looking around. “It's clear which way the wind's blowing.” He sighed.

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick finalised.

“Well, I can tell you it's a small group.” Dale spoke. He glanced around the room. “Maybe just me and Glenn.” He finished looking at Glenn, who was nervously looking around.

“Look, I... I think you're pretty much right about everything” he paused looking at Dale. “all the time, but this…” he trailed off.

“They've got you scared.” Dale argued

“He's not one of us.” Glenn tried to argue “And we-we've lost too many people already.” Glen sighed.

Dale held his arm out before dropping it, looking around the room, eyes landing on Maggie. “How about you? Do you agree with this?” He asked.

Maggie stood from the seat, arms crossed as she looked towards Rick.

“Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?” She asked, slightly shifting from one side to the other.

The man behind me scoffed softly. “Just another mouth to feed.” He stepped forward, moving his hand to brush against my wrist.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel had thrown into the conversation, Lori almost immediately responding.

“We could ration better.” She shrugged softly.

“Or he could be an asset.” Dale stepped forward. “Give him a chance to prove himself.” He gestured with with hands.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggested. “We could use him to bring harvests in?” I asked, looking back at Daryl when he let out a huff of air.

“We're not letting him walk around.” Rick shook his head, looking between everyone.

“We could put an escort on him.” Maggie threw the idea out. “Not the worst idea.” I agreed.

Shane scoffed and stood forward, bending his head slightly.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” “I will.” Dale confirmed, earning an eye roll from Shane.

Rick raised his right hand.

“I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” “He's right. I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up.” Lori piped up.

“We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labour.” Andrea rolled her eyes at Lori’s comment. The latter of the two sending a glare towards the blonde.

A sigh erupted from Shane as he leant back onto the mantle. “Look, say we let him join us, right?” He paused shaking his head with each sentence.

“Maybe.. Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice.” He continues looking between us all.

“We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men.” “So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” Dale asked incredulously. “If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilisation.”.

“Oh, my God.” Shane scoffed, shaking his head and looking out of the window.

“Could you drive him further out? Leave him like you planned?” Hershel asked.

Rick looked deep in thought.

“You barely came back this time.” Lori spoke, glancing at her husband. “There are walkers. You could break down. You could get lost.” She continued. “Or get ambushed.” Daryl spoke, my head turning towards him as he spoke. His eyes were glancing at Shane as if he were thinking about what he and Dale had spoken about earlier.

“They're right. We should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn agreed. The room was silent for a brief moment when Patricia stood.

“If you go through with it, how would you do it?” She paused waiting for Rick to meet her eyes. “Would he suffer?”She asked.

“We could hang him, right?Just snap his neck.” Shane suggested. Rick only shook his head.

“I thought about that.” He paused. “Shooting may be more humane.”

“And what about the body? Do we bury-” T-dog began, only to get cut off by Dale. “Hold on, hold on. You're talking about this like it's already decided.” He stated waving his hands in front of the group.

“You've been talking all day, going around in circles.” Daryl scoffed, now pacing behind me as I lean against the wall. “You just wanna go around in circles again?”

“This is a young man's life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation!” Dale raised his voice.

“Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him?” He paused waiting for an answer. “You saved him, and now look at us.” He finished.

“He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?” He asked, hands nervously twisting his hat.

“We all know what needs to be done.” Shane is the first to speak up.

“No, Dale is right.” Rick nodded. “We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility…” Rick continued.

“So what's the other solution?” Andrea began to speak over Rick, earning a sharp glare from Lori

“Let Rick finish.” She snapped at the blonde, who in return ignored her and continued to speak.

“We haven't come up with a single viable option yet.” She paused looking around. “I wish we could.” She continued to be cut off by Dale.

“So let's work on it!” He raised his voice with each word. “We are.” Rick tried to speak to be cut off once more.

“Stop it.” Carol spoke, her voice raising for the first time in the meeting. “Just stop it.’ She continued. “I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this.” She paused.

“Please decide, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.” Carol finished with a final shrug of her shoulders as she leant further into the door.

“Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference.” Dale shot at Carol who looked on with a tear in her eye.

“All right, that's enough.” Rick pointed towards the elder man.

“Anybody wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance.” Rick spoke with finality. Maggie and Patricia sat down. We all looked at each other in an awkward silence as Rick waited for someone to speak up. Dale stepped forward. “You once said that we don't kill the living.” “Well, that was before the living tried to kill us.” Rick responded. “But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead.” Dale exclaimed.

“And this new world is ugly. t's harsh. It's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in. And I don't believe that any of you do.” He shook his head. “I can’t.” He paused looking at everyone, pleading. “Please. Let's just do what's right.” He looked around. “Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?” He asked, voice hoarse from his arguing. We all looked between each other having silent conversations, as waves of nerves were rolling off of Dales form. “He's right.” Andrea got everyones attention. “We should try to find another way.”

I took a light step forward, nodding my head. “I’m with you Dale.” I smiled softly at the man who looked relieved to not be alone. “Anybody else?” Rick asked, glancing at everyone else who kept their gazes to the floor. My brothers eyes burning into my own. No one else spoke up, tallying three against ten.

“Are y'all gonna watch, too?” He asked, tears threatening to spill over. “No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being.” He shook his head moving out.

“Oh... I won't be a party to it.” He continued, stopping as he stood beside Daryl. “This group is broken.” He agreed to his earlier statement, leaving the house as we all stood in silence.

Shane let out a small laugh. “How else did he think this was going to go?” He shook his head scoffing. “Oh shut up Shane.” I shook my head. “What are you crazy? You’re the one that agreed with the crazy bastard.” “Don’t call him that. I agreed because I understand what he is saying. Unlike you I have consideration about other people and not for my own gain.” I sneered. Shane shook his head and looked away as the others stood in silence. I moved to leave, facing Daryl before leaving. “You have a mess to clean up in the tent.” I smiled tapping his shoulder and leaving the house. I watched from the porch as Dale entered his RV, moving down the stairs and making my way down to speak to him. Upon getting to the RV, I had heard cluttering and smashing. I quickly opened the door and climbed into the RV, heart breaking as he sat at the small table and cried. His wife’s mug in three pieces in front of him on the floor by the seat. “Dale?” I asked softly. He looked up and apologised. “No, don’t be sorry, what happened?” I asked stepping further into the RV, opening one of the compartments and getting out the dustpan, cleaning up the broken ceramic. “I didn’t realise that it was on the table, and I was so frustrated I-“ “Hey, it’s okay.” I soothed, placing the dustpan on the bench, moving to sit across from him, reaching my hand over the table and rubbing his arm. “I let it get the better of me, and I shouldn’t have.” “You’re only human Dale, things like this happen.” I comforted him. “Would you mind? I think I need to be alone for a little while.” “Of course.” I smiled softly. I moved to the bench and picked up the three ceramic pieces, digging through one of the drawers and finding superglue, I take it, leaving Dale be. I sat on one of the camping chairs, carefully piecing each piece of ceramic together and gluing them in place as the sun continued to decent into the horizon. “What happened?” A voice beside me spoke. “Irma’s mug fell off the table, ‘m trying to fix it for him.” I smiled up at Daryl. “Ya said I had a mess ta clean up?” He asked. “Yeah, couple’a fingers dropped from your jeans.” “Shit, Sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “It’s fine, just get rid of them yeah?” I asked with a soft smile. “Yeh.” He nodded as he placed his hand onto my shoulder, looking around and placing a quick peck to my lips. “I’ll do it now before we take that kid out.” “What’s the plan?” I asked softly. Daryl shook his head. “Ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout it.” He said stalking off to the tent. I looked down at the two pieces that have been successfully glued together, and make carful work at joining the third. I smile as I turn the mug around, The cracks slightly visible as I smile to myself, letting it dry. I stood and opened the door to the RV, stepping up as Dale looked at the door. I smiled softly and placed the mug on the bench by the sink. His eyes slightly shone brighter and he smiled. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome Dale.” I nodded and left him alone. As I turned around I noticed everyone piling out of the house and coming to the camp. Andrea and Shane sticking by the house in a deep discussion, Andrea gesturing wildly with her hands. Lori and Carl were walking down behind Rick who was speaking with Hershel. Glenn and Maggie sharing a hug before she went back inside, probably to speak to Beth. Carol was straight onto preparing dinner. I walked over and sat with her, picking up the extra knife and wood block, slicing carrots as she cut potatoes. We shared a small smile as we worked. The sky turned darker each minute that passed, we were working in the dim lighting of the fire and a few lanterns that were slowly starting to lose power. The RV door opened and closed, I turned to see Dale heading off. The distance chatters from everyone slowly ceased as Rick, Shane and Daryl nodded to one another, the three leaving to head to the barn. The group all died down to a low chatter. Carol and I continued to prepare the stew we had all decided on, letting the vegetables boil in the pot with the seasonings and stock. Lori had been sitting in the corner, a nervous expression on her face. Andrea had been talking to Carol and I as we stood by the fire. Maggie and Glenn had been seated by one of the other tents. After fifteen minutes, crunching leaved echoed through the small camp, Rick emerged from behind one of the tents, Carl trailing with him. It was easy to tell that Carl had snuck out to follow his dad. We all went silent as we waited for our leader to speak. “We're keeping him in custody for now.” Rick spoke.

“I’m gonna find Dale.” Andrea smiled, holding her hand out to help me up. “Im coming.” I smiled.

Andrea and I walked to the track. “Ill go check the house.” Andrea spoke, beginning to head towards it. “And I’ll check near the barn.” I nodded jogging towards the old building.

The closer I got to the barn, the clearer I could see a familiar figure in the paddock behind the barn. I smile and pick up pace as make my way to him. He began to look down at something, pausing as he investigated. I squint as I see a slight movement and my stomach drops as I realise he isn’t alone. “Dale!” I call out as the walker moves closer. I pick up speed as I begin to sprint to him. “Dale Watch out!” I call out. He begins to turn and all I can hear is a scream as i witness the walker falling on top of him. “Dale!” I scream as I continue my way to him. I hear another commotion as I briefly look to my left, Rick and the others all making their way to Dale. I continue my sprint to the guttural screams coming from Dale and the sounds of snarling. Daryl makes it to the scene first, tackling the walker and killing it. By the time Daryl turns to come back to Dale, im on my knees besides the older man. Daryl jumps up waving his hands signalling to the others where we are. Looking down I pull my jacket off, placing it and my hands onto his torn apart stomach, trying to put pressure on the gaping hole. “Hang on Dale.” I cried softly. “Help! Run!” Daryl called out to the others. “Hang in there, buddy.” Daryl looked down. The others were shortly beside us. Rick dropped down beside Dale’s head, holding his face between his palms as his wife called out to him desperately. “All right, just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right? Just listen to me. All right? Okay, hold on now.” Rick pleaded. “Get Hershel!” He yelled out. “Come on Dale.” I cried as Andrea dropped down beside me. “Hang on Dale.” She cried out with me, as she grabbed his hand. “Oh god.” Glenn cried when he had realised what was happening. “Get Hershel NOW!” Rick had called out once more, this time turning and looking at everyone. “Dale look at me, come on, look at me.” Andrea pleaded. “We’re getting you help Dale.” I nodded with her. Dale glanced between us all, eyes wide and silent, Chest covered in blood, as he spoke thus all in his mind. “What happened?” Hershel called as he ran onto the scene. Daryl pulled me away from Dale so Hershel could get closer to Dale, moving my jacket to view his wounds. Daryl turned me around in his arms and he moved my arms around his neck, my blood-soaked hands held up behind his head as I sobbed Into his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles into my back. “What can we do?”Rick asked as Hershel inspected Dale.

“Dale, it's gonna be okay.” Andrea cried. “Can we move him?” Rick asked.

“He won't make the trip.” I heard Hershel speak. “You have to do the operation here.” Rick answered pausing. “Glenn, get back to the house.” Rick continued, sending the order.

“Rick!” Hershel cut him off. The sobbing grew louder as time ricked by. Rick had yelled out. “No!” I could hear Dale begin to groan in pain, the initial shock wearing off. I turned briefly, majority of my face still buried in Daryls chest as the tears cascaded freely down my face. “He's suffering.” Andrea cried out. “Do something!” She yelled. “Come on.” She begged.

“Oh, God.” I began to cry harder as Rick pulled his gun out, raising it above Dale’s head. I watched as Dale nodded in approval through my tears. Rick had stood there for a moment, hesitation clouding his movements. Daryl took a step forward, gently helping me kneel with Andrea, who’d turned and embraced me when she’d realised.

I watched Daryl kneel down, the gun a few centimetres from Dales skull. I lowered my head onto Andrea’s shoulder as Daryl nodded at me.

“Sorry, brother.” He spoke gently. I jumped as the gunshot echoed beside me. Andrea and I began to sob harder as he held each other, as the sounds of Dale’s pain induced groans halted. The rest of the group became quiet, other than the occasional sniffle from Maggie and Patricia, or the sounds of Carl’s hiccups. I could feel Daryl’s hand gently rub my shoulder as we all fell into silence.

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Possessive - Neville Longbottom

Hello and welcome to another sweet Neville blurb requested by @pastanest​:

okok so hEAR ME OUT: Neville getting protective (maybe over an ex talking to the reader? someone flirting with her? someone scaring her - not the twins bc they’re not bad guys but like someone who raises their voice at her or somethin and makes her cry) and then afterwards he APOLOGISES TO THE READER cuz he’s worried he’s overstepped/been possessive and he’s worried she didnt like it but then she’s like “nah fam that shit was hot wdym” 😭🥺🥺 Im giving you a lot of wiggle room with this request bc I love your writing SO MUCH and I cannot WAIT to see what you do with this 👉🏻👈🏻 hope you have a wonderful day!!

I loved this idea so much and couldn’t wait to write it.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,091

Given your rather reserved nature and sort of shy demeanor, you spent a fair bit of your time under the radar of the other students, ducking by ugly words and harsh comments.  It wasn’t until you began seeing the shy but incredibly kind Neville Longbottom.  The more you were with him, the more you were saw by the other students.  You were no longer a student passing by in the halls, you were Neville Longbottom’s girlfriend, of all people.

The attention wasn’t all bad.  Sure, Draco Malfoy began to recognize you and tease you in the corridors and lessons, but you also gained new friends with this new attention.  Neville introduced you to Seamus, Dean, Harry, Ron and Hermione, all who took you into the Gryffindor house as if you were one of their own.   You spent a lot of your time with them there, listening to them joke around and talk with one another, not once hesitating to make you a part of it.  Neville showed you what love was and he showed you true friendship, and for that, you would never be able to thank him enough. 

Due to your social abilities and shyness, you often handled anger in all the wrong ways.  Whether you were the one angry or someone directed anger towards you, it was just hard for you to handle.  This was evident during one situation as you sat in the Great Hall, waiting for Neville to go over the newest Potions essay with him.

As you sat with your head in your hand, you felt someone sit down across from you.  With a gentle smile, you looked up but your smile faded rather quickly.  “Hello, love,” Ernie Macmillan greeted without skipping a beat and rested his head in his hands, staring at you.

You shifted gently, ducking your head to your work once more.  Ernie had feelings for you.  You knew this, as did most of the school, as he announced it in vain in the courtyard shortly after you and Neville went public with your relationship.  “Hello,” you greeted quietly as you refused to look up at him. 

“What are you working on?”  Ernie asked as he leaned over to peer at your parchment and books.

Quickly, you pulled your work closer to your without thinking much about it.  “Nothing, really,” you murmured in response, making his face scrunch up in anger. 

Ernie reached across the table, snatching your work from your hands and looking over it.  “Let me just see for myself, then,” he muttered as he straightened out the parchment in front of his face. 

“Give it back,” you pleaded as you reached across the table for it, but he only turned and faced away from you. 

Ernie hummed.  “Potions, eh?  I’m quite good at it, you know.  I could give you some private lessons,” Ernie offered with a smirk as you sat back down on your seat, tears welling up in your eyes. 

“She doesn’t need your help,” Neville spoke behind you, raising his voice louder than he normally did, and leaned across the table, snatching the parchment back.  “For the last time, leave my girlfriend alone.  She doesn’t want to be around you, so quit hovering,” Neville added as he placed a gentle hand on your back.  

Ernie scoffed.  “Longbottom to the rescue, then?  Pathetic, really.  She could do better than you, you know.”  Ernie’s words were meant as a taunt to Neville, but his face remained calm as he gently rolled up your parchment.

You stood, tears falling from your eyes finally and spilling down your cheeks.  "I know she can.  Too bad for you, she chose me, mate,” Neville finally snapped in a tight voice as you pulled at the sleeve of his cloak.  

“Let’s just go, Neville,” you murmured up to him as you grabbed your book and quill from the table. 

Neville and Ernie stared at each other, Ernie’s eyes narrowed, Neville’s wide and calm.  “We’ll see how long that lasts, then.”

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Neville nodded gently.  “Don’t hold your breath, mate,” Neville responded coolly as he turned then, walking with you from the hall as tears fell down your face freely.

It wasn’t until Neville led you to an empty classroom not far from the Gryffindor common room did he finally let go of you, only to take your books and quill from your hands and to set your belongings on an empty desk.  

Incredibly gently, Neville wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to lean your head on his chest as your crying slowed to a stop.  “I’m sorry,” Neville murmured in a quiet voice as he rested his head on top of yours, his lips pressing to the top of your head. 

You smiled gently.  “Don’t apologize for Ernie, love.  I don’t understand why he won’t just leave me alone,” you replied quietly as you listened to his quickened heart rate.

Neville ran his hand along your back.  “That’s not what I’m sorry for,” he explained as he pulled away.  Neville scratched the back of his neck and looked away from you, towards the floor.

Curiously, you tilted your head to the side and moved to sit on the desk closest to Neville, your feet dangling above the ground.  “What do you mean?”  

“I’m sorry for overstepping, I suppose.  I shouldn’t have become jealous and possessive,” Neville apologized quietly as he hung his head, trying to look at anything but you.

Your heart swelled at his words.  With a gentle smile, you reached forward, taking his hand into yours and pulling him to you.  Neville stood between your dangling legs, a faint blush on his face as you looked up at him curiously.  “I liked it,” you admitted quietly as your fingers fiddled with the edge of his cloak.  “I like when you’re protective and possessive, Nev,” you murmured as you, too avoided his eyes.  

Neville smiled gently, searching your face for any signs of unhappiness, and as he spotted the small smile playing on the lips, he chuckled gently.  “Who would have guessed?”  His voice was light and sweet as he gently took your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.  

Incredibly gently, Neville kissed you, his bottom lip between yours and held your face in his hands so carefully.  You melted against his touch, as you always did, and smiled gently into the kiss.  After a short moment, you pulled away, a drunken look on your face.  “Thank you for being possessive, Neville.”

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okay but its a crime we don't have more of margaux and taylor together can you please please write something else of them, maybe taylor finding out margaux wants him to be her boyfriend so he agrees to it?

AHH OKAY SO I DONT KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS BUT WHEN I NOTICED IT I HAD TO WRITE THIS INSTANTLY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS

also guys, please don’t take this in a creepy way, its meant to be a sweet little thing, we all know kids say and do things like this lol so don’t @ me 

(giving this a title so i can add it to my masterlist properly)

Margaux's New Boyfriend - a Single Dad!Charlie short blurb

"Tay!" Margaux squealed, running across the room and throwing herself at the older man who caught her with a laugh. He hadn't spent much time with the little girl, but in the time he had spent with her he had grown especially fond of her.

"Hey Squirt, how are you?" He questioned as the four year old wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Good! Daddy says we're gonna get lunch and I can get nuggets." She informed him as he scanned the room for the three men who played his bandmates, spotting them in the far corner of the restaurant. 

"That sounds yummy." He agreed, making his way over to where Charlie, Owen and Jeremy were sat.

"Hey guys." He greeted, smiling at them. They returned his greetings as Taylor put Margaux down back into her chair.

"Sorry about her." Charlie apologised once Taylor was sat in his own chair. Taylor shook his head with a smile.

"She's fine. Makes me feel welcome." He said. 

"You're always welcome." Owen spoke up, and Taylor nodded in acknowledgement, noticing how close Owen and Charlie seemed to be sitting to each other. Jeremy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Margaux holding up a piece of paper, covered in colourful, but messy, stick figures.

"Tay look what I drew.” She grinned, holding it out to him. Taylor took the piece of paper, placing it down on the table between them. 

"Wow that's so cool. I love all the colours you used." He complimented. 

"It's Alex and Willie and Luke and Reggie and Julie and Bobby." She explained, pointing to each stick figure as she named them.

"Hey, how come Luke is the smallest one?" Charlie pouted, his tone making Margaux giggle.

"And why does Reggie have fingers but no one else does?" Jeremy added.

"To play his beetar." Margaux said, like it was obvious.

"Beetar?" Jeremy mumbled to Owen, who nodded seriously, as if the beetar was an instrument he knew well and he was shocked Jeremy didn’t know of it.

"Are Alex and Willie holding hands because they're boyfriends?" Charlie questioned, and Margaux's eyes lit up.

"I want a boyfriend." She said. Taylor bit back a smile, watching as Charlie groaned and mumbled something in French under his breath. Clearly this was a conversation that had been had several times. 

"We've been through this, four year old's can't have boyfriends. Only big people can have boyfriends." He replied. 

"I am a big person." Margaux frowned. "I'm four!"

"Four is not a big person age." Charlie told her.

"Is five a big person age?" She questioned. Charlie shook his head. 

"No."

"Six?" She asked. 

"No." He answered again. Taylor laughed quietly. 

"Seven?" Margaux tried. Charlie shut his eyes for a second before he replied. 

"No. And before you say any more numbers, no." He said quickly. 

Margaux frowned, falling silent for a moment, before her eyes lit up.

"Daddy how old are you?" She asked. Charlie narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to figure out her angle. 

"Twenty two." He replied slowly. “Why?” 

"When I'm twenty two can I have a boyfriend?" Margaux asked, a large smile appearing on her face. 

The table erupted in laughter as Charlie sighed, shaking his head.

"You're impossible." He groaned. "No you can't."

Margaux frowned.

"But you're twenty two and you have a boyfriend." She protested. Charlie's eyes widened, flicking to Taylor, as Owen choked on his drink. Ah, so that was why Owen and Charlie were sat so close.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Taylor promised.

"You can't. Outside of our families the only people who know are sat at this table." Charlie told him, and Taylor crossed his heart. He’d never betray them like that. 

"I won't." He assured them. 

Clearly not realising what she had revealed, Margaux turned to Taylor with a large grin on her face.

"Tay, are you bigger than twenty two?" She questioned. 

"I am." He nodded. Charlie's eyes widened, saying something quickly in French but Margaux ignored him, beaming up at Taylor. 

“Will you be my boyfriend?” She asked, puppy dog eyes in full effect. Jeremy was bright red with laughter, and Owen was biting back a smile. Charlie, on the other hand, had dropped his head onto the table in defeat. 

“You’re a little bit too young for me Squirt.” Taylor laughed, and Margaux pouted. 

“Please? I’ll be bigger soon!” She pleaded. Taylor hesitated, before giving her a small smile. 

“Sure, why not?” He agreed, and Margaux cheered happily. 

And that’s the story of how Margaux got her first boyfriend, and Taylor ended up “dating” his bandmate’s four year old daughter.