Harold Lauder X Reader - Blog Posts
Why the hell is Harold Lauder my newest obsession. I haven’t even seen The Stand, I just know Owen Teague. I did some research (wikifandom) and that’s all it took for me to love him. Chat help.
He’s so awkward I love him.
This made me unnecessarily emotional-
Why Don’t We Collide The Spaces That Divide Us
For writer wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape
Pairing: Harold Lauder x gender neutral reader
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, maybe a passing glimpse of angst
A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing. Just fucking canon because I want to. Also, hey look @peachyteague I did it! Title from Superposition by Young the Giant. Things I had to Google while writing this: how to spell melancholy, what a lifeguard hut was, what makes blood clot, how to spell misinterpreted.
You would think for all the traveling he’d done since the world went to shit, Harold wouldn’t look as pale as the sand he’s sitting on.
It’s on the West coast somewhere, he probably told you at some point exactly where but it doesn’t seem to matter to your mind like it does to his. That’s alright though, you trust Harold to lead you in the right direction like he trusts you to help him navigate whatever this is between you and him.
The afternoon sun isn’t quite high enough yet to be blinding and the thin clouds cast everything in a shade of monotone that whispers of melancholy while the chipped pale pink and blue paint of the lifeguard hut you stand on speaks a bit louder. Of something brighter.
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