otp: age doesn't matter

Say You Won't Let Go - *Request*

For @heartattackfandom! Hope you like it! I added a little twist of my own ;).


Description: It’s obvious to everybody that you and Jack have a thing for each other, but age can harm that. In fear of the fans and public, you two keep from becoming a thing, even with you turning 17 in a few months. However, the boys try to change that.
Rating: PG-13 (trigger warning (bullying, not depression; I don’t romanticize suicide, depression, etc.))
Word Count: 798


You stare at your phone screen in anguish and confusion.

You’re just a child compared to him.

How could anybody POSSIBLY ship THEM? He’s like a grandpa compared to her!

Ew. I can’t believe you actually LIKE her like that!

Your eyes water. Did they really think that being two years - not even that - apart in age was a big difference? As if to remind you, a notification pops up on your phone.

Jack💞😘: Y/N I know what you’re doing. Stop.

Your eyes continue to water up.

Y: I’m watching Netflix

Jack💞😘: I also know you can’t lie. Don’t try to. Stop reading it.

You bite your lip and close the Messages app, debating whether or not to go back onto Twitter. You sigh in defeat and close Twitter too, closing your phone completely. You lay down on your bed, in your room at Why Don’t We house. The boys had all gone out to get something to eat, but you’d declined. You head down to the kitchen to make yourself some ramen. As you do so, you turn on the stereo that’s built into the house. Of course, the boys have it tuned to pop music.

“I am a lost boy from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan. When we’re bored we play in the woods, always on the run from Captain Hook.

"Run, run Lost Boy, they say to me. Away from all of reality. Never land is home to lost boys like me, and lost boys like me are free.” You sing along until it ends. You sigh as your ramen finishes in the microwave and you take it out, heading to the living room where you lay on the couch and eat your ramen. You close your eyes as another song comes on the radio.

“I met you in the dark, you lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough….” you sing softly, then let the song continue playing as you remember the night just a week or so ago of Jack’s 18th birthday.


“Y/N, let’s go,” Jack whispers to you as the boys walk in front of you. You look up at him, his eyes full of something you can’t identify.

“Hey, guys, we’re going to go to the park,” Jack tells the boys. They all nod or say something.

Jack pulls you away and takes you down the alleys to a small park on the outskirts of LA, maybe fifteen minutes away from the house. He interlaces your fingers with his as you two walk over to the swings.

•••end of flashback•••

The whole night, neither of you even thought about what people would say once they saw the two of you together.

“I knew I loved you then, but you’d never know, cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go. I knew I needed you, but I never showed. But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old. Just say you won’t let go, just say you won’t let go…”

You look at the ceiling sadly as the song ends and you hear the door open, voices breaking the silence as No Crying in the Club comes on. You press the remote in your hand to turn the volume down as the boys enter the living room and sit down. Jack sees you and his face immediately darkens.

“All you ate was ramen?” He asks.

You nod. “It’s fine. I’m not that hungry.”

He scoots you over on the couch and sits behind you, allowing you to lean on him.

“Look, Y/N, the boys talked to me,” Jack starts and looks at them for reassurance before looking in your eyes. “I wanna be official. I want the world to know you’re mine and always will be.”

You look at him. “But what about my age?”

He looks at you. “You’re seriously just a little over a year younger than me. I don’t care whether or not people can’t except that. Their ancestors were married at 13 to twenty-year-old men, I don’t think a year is horrible and sinful.”

“Plus, you’re not even getting married,” Corbyn adds.

“Yet,” Jack mumbles.

You look at him, his eyes sparkling with newfound hope. How can you say no?

“I’d love that,” you whisper, and his face breaks out into a wide smile.

He kisses you, and Daniel takes a picture on the band’s Snap. Once you two pull away, Jack takes out his phone and kisses your cheek, taking a picture. You take out your own phone and write one single tweet:

I knew I needed you, but I never showed. But I wanna stay with until we’re grey and old.


Here you go!!! Hope you liked it @heartattackfandom!

I love how kids pull the “wahhhh you’re harassing a minor” when you reply to their reblogs of your own posts. I love when they say this when they don’t even have their age in their description. I love it even more when the minor goes into your ask box and asks you if you want to see them in a binder after you blocked them. (Baiting much?) It’s a quadruple whammy when they’re a terf apologist and believe trans men pretend to be trans even though they say they’re trans themselves.

(Bonus Round: They act this way and get mad when you say that they’re probably OP’s cis terf friend.)

Beth is a woman, not a child

Those who find their way to my tumblr already know that I’m a supporter of the good ship Bethyl. I don’t normally like to get into the whole age gap aspect, because I think age is a non-issue, personally. Who people are on the inside, how they relate to each other, what they bring into the relationship and take out of it – it’s those things that determine real compatibility. It’s not trivial things like age and physicality. But I’m seeing a lot of this, “Beth is a child,” stuff going around and I find it almost condescending, as though an 18-year-old is somehow incapable of the intellectual or emotional maturity of people older than her. I call bullshit. My compulsion to address this could land me the line of fire, but let’s give it a shot anyway.

Some won’t share my opinion; I respect that. No one see things exactly the same way. It’s called perspective. That’s why movies, books and television shows are so engaging, because everyone takes something different from them. Some people see the big picture; some have blinders on. Some, like myself, seek out the silver linings; others refuse to see hope in anything. That’s people. That’s life.

When I was 18, I was not a child. The law didn’t recognize me as a child. I was a young woman in college, with responsibilities (bills, loans, job, relationships); my own life. I held myself accountable. Beth has the right to be her own person and make her own choices. People have said to me, “Just because the law says you can, doesn’t mean you should.” To that, I say, it’s still my choice. It’s her choice. Not yours. No one has the right to judge another person because of who they love (this also applies to relationships like Daryl and Merle, too – don’t tell Daryl he was wrong to love and miss his big brother, sheesh ya’ll). That’s like saying, “You shouldn’t breathe the air.” You can’t control feelings. They just happen. If you don’t believe me, hold your breath and see how long that lasts.

Daryl is roughly mid-30’s on the show. Beth is currently stated to be 18, maybe closer to 19 by now. By modern society’s standards, she’s an adult. But she’s living in the apocalypse, where society and all of it’s rules and laws have collapsed. More than that, it’s a world where you grow up quickly or you don’t make it; where you’re faced with moral and emotional issues on a daily basis that your average 18-year-old might have gone their entire life never encountering. The harder the life, the older the soul, regardless of age. Beth is the strongest person, emotionally. She’s mentally tough.

Beth utilizes advanced coping mechanisms regularly in the show, not just for herself, but for the rest of the group. She’s insightful and observant. She sees what is emotionally needed by each individual, or by the group as a whole, and she takes it upon herself to do her part, to pull people back from the edge. And when she mourns for Hershel, she’s not being childish seeking out a drink. She’s engaging in actual methods of grieving. She’s setting herself a goal to get her through the immediate future, she’s indulging in the small pleasures of life so she can still remember she’s alive, she’s finding a way to carry on and she takes the initiative and has the capacity to pull Daryl through his own guilt and grief with her.

Beth and Daryl don’t know if they’ll survive to see tomorrow, next week, or next year. Death and tragedy could be around any corner or behind any door. Their length of life is on fairly equal footing. I say, if you can find love with someone who you’re comfortable with, who you trust, who makes you happy at the end of civilization – regardless of age, gender, race, etc.– go for it and good on ya!