#why does everything sound so good in the blurb and then when u actually read it its just ok or worse its bad. is it because im reading too

[concordewillfly]

im in the process of going back to reading more books but its so hard when everything that sounds cool ends up being just ok… need something that really rocks me to my core or we might be cooked

[swinterr]

fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s 

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam. 

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a 

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart. 

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a 

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts. 

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex. 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s 

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss. 

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung 

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please. 

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other? 

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years. 

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a 

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you... 

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

5. crush by @jungxk | f s 

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife. 

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer. 

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order. 

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a 

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s 

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”. 

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s 

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades. 

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise. 

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s 

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by  @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?  

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

-  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment. 

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s 

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. 

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s 

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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[ptergwen]

omg what about a peter blurb where the reader turns their phone off to study or sleep or finish work to meet a deadline or something and they haven’t talked to peter al day bc of that and he freaks out imagining the worst (bc he’s seen the worst poor boy) and comes over to the reader’s apartment and they’re so confused and like make fun of him for being so worried 🥺 idk i just think it’d be cute

oh wow this one really got me :,)

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

hey babe, hope you had a good sleep ♥️ wanna go for breakfast?

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

i’ll take you to that place with the smiley faces in their pancakes :) the ones made of fruit

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

it’s getting kinda late y/n... where are u?

Five missed calls from peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

too many thoughts are running through peter’s head as he jumps into his form fitting suit. his alter ego usually takes sunday’s off, but he’s making an exception for you. he’s insanely worried about you and why you haven’t returned any of his texts or calls. it’s well past noon already. you’re usually up by now, and you’re never not on your phone. something just seems off.

peter quickly swings through the neighborhood until he gets to your apartment building. he moves so fast that it’s reckless, banging into poles hard enough to leave bruises. that doesn’t matter to him, though. all he wants is for you to be okay. he wants to see you and know that everything is fine. you two haven’t hung out this weekend, so it’s been a couple days since he’s properly checked in with you. anything could happen in that timeframe.

you could’ve gotten hurt, or been taken, or much worse. peter isn’t even willing to let himself think what worse entails. he’d like to be logical and assume you slept in. maybe, his texts simply didn’t send. may has been meaning to make a complaint about their building’s spotty wifi.

in peter’s world, everything is unfortunately beyond logic. he’s freaking spider-man, which means people are out to get him. they’re out to get you. he has no clue what he’d do if they succeeded.

you spin around in your desk chair, earbuds playing music loudly while you read over your notes. final exams are coming soon. you’re using every free second you have from this point on to study for them. sighing, you star a definition you’ve been struggling with. your music drowns out the sound of peter frantically knocking at your window.

he can’t see you from where you’re sitting, so he isn’t sure if you’re there or not. it’s when you finally look up that you notice the red and black clad figure peering in. you gasp, startled at his sudden appearance. you pull out your earbuds and make your way to the window. peter lets out the biggest breath of relief when he sees you approaching.

“sorry, i was-“ your explanation is cut off by peter’s rambling. “are you okay? where have you been? i was... i was so scared something happened to you, y/n,” he admits in a high pitched voice, you only stepping back so he can come inside. continuing, he pulls off his mask. “did you not get my texts? or calls? i was trying to call you all morning. please don’t forget to answer me, y/n/n. you know how i get when-“

“i’m fine, peter!” you reassure him with a giggle. he’s out of breath from talking so much and rushing to you. “i’m right here. i’ve been here all day.” you grab his broad shoulders, which relax under your touch. “well... why didn’t you reply?” peter wonders, frowning as his arms come to hug your waist. “did you not wanna go out with me?“ confused, you tilt your head to the side. “i haven’t checked my phone in hours. i was studying. wait, you wanted to take me out?”

peter can calm down at last. you’re not in danger, you weren’t ignoring him. you were simply busy doing schoolwork. that, he actually applauds you for.

“for breakfast, yeah.” he manages a shy grin as he coaxes your body closer to his. “i’d ask if you’re still interested, but it’s a little too late now.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “i love brunch.” “i love you,” peter deadpans and pecks your lips sweetly. humming, you bring a hand up to the back of his head while your lips press to his once again. his messed up curls brush your face as he leans in and kisses back.

“i love you, too,” you mumble against his lips, earning a real smile from peter. he’s still smiling when he breaks the kiss. he gives you a final one on your forehead, arms never leaving you. “how about you get dressed so we can bounce?” “will you swing me there? you came prepared,” you tease, heading over to your dresser. his face starts to heat up. “i thought you might’ve been in trouble.”

“in trouble of failing a test, not being sacrificed by a supervillain.” you’re laughing to yourself while you get your clothes together. fully blushing, peter takes a seat on your bed. “you never know.” he toys with his gloved fingers. “just wanted to make sure i could protect you, if you needed me.” “peter... baby,” you coo, walking back over to him with your outfit tucked under your arm.

“i appreciate you dropping everything and coming here, i really do. shows me how much you care.” you cup one of his pink cheeks in your hand, willing peter to look at you. he does, threading his fingers through yours. “i care a lot.” “so much that you drive yourself insane,” you agree. his lips stretch into a small smile. “trust me, you’re the first person i’m calling when bad guys try to capture me.” your thumb brushes over his skin, eyes softening.

“that makes me feel strangely better. i’ll think before i overreact next time,” peter decides and kisses your palm a few times. “you didn’t overreact. you’ve been through some shit, pete.” you nod to stress your point. “it’s a normal response, okay?” “thank you, baby. for... i don’t know, existing,” he chuckles softly. you ruffle his curls with a goofy grin.

“let’s go get some smiley face pancakes.”

[vanchlo]

Guitar Talk

Blurb Synopsis: Although thousands of miles away, you wouldn’t give up guitar lessons with your boyfriend, Niall, for anything. Even if he can be a little shit.

 Genre: Lots of fluff, although a little sad. 

Word Count: 4.5k words 

Pairing: Niall x Reader

*

The red circle blinks in front of your eyes. Your eyes flit to your hands that begin to move effortlessly, music coming from them. Well, actually it’s coming from the guitar strings you play. Picking the strings, you play a D suspended chord before moving to the G major 7. A smile bends your lips when you play the next chord, B minor 7 without a hiccup, and the A suspended chord too. But when you get to the G major 6 chord, your fingers struggle with where to go on the strings. You stop there and make a funny face at the camera. The red circle stops blinking and you exhale, feeling the nerves worsen. 

Now your fingers tap along the screen, a message composing before your eyes. 

Does this sound better?

With the guitar sitting in your lap, you hit the send button. Saving the message, you swipe over to the home screen. After viewing a few snaps from friends, you reply with random selfies and messages. When you return to the home screen, the arrow in front of his name is empty. Opening the conversation again, his little brunette haired bitmoji pops up. A white cloud above his head with an ellipses appears too. Niall is typing, it says. The sound of a bubble popping greets your ears and new words appear. 

sounds good luv. but looks like ur struggling with that last chord. here’s a tip - the 2nd time u play the lil sequence through, use the same finger to press down for the same two notes on that string. way easier than adding another finger to the mix. does that make sense ? xx

Your eyebrows knit together over your tired eyes. Rubbing them doesn’t help, because the words in front of you still don’t make sense. Holding your thumb down on the message, you tap Save. It’s always annoyed you how you can never remember what was said last time in a snapchat conversation, if you don’t save it. Exhaling, you try to read through his message again, but the second time isn’t the charm. No, not when Niall starts talking in guitar language. One you’ve just started to learn, with his help. But it’s always been easier for him to teach you guitar when it’s not over fricken Snapchat, you think to yourself with a silent groan. You’re tempted to go and put the guitar back on the stand in the corner where you’ve wanted to leave it since he left. But you try to play that sequence over again, but once again you mess up. Your phone chimes again with the popping noise. 

Snapchat from Niall 

Dragging your thumb across the screen, you sigh from frustration. 

hello luv ? did u try that ? xx

Tossing your phone onto your bed, you set the acoustic guitar on the mound of bed covers. Padding out of the room in your fuzzy socks, you turn down the hallway. Even though it’s been almost two weeks, you still can’t get used to how quiet the house is without him. 

Usually there would be a football match on the tv, his singing or guitar playing echoing throughout the house, or him blasting music while working out or cooking. Your most favorite of all is how he could never fail to scare you. 

Whether it was walking into the study while you’re doing homework, and giving jumper cables to your sides. 

Yelling ‘boo!’ when he walked in on you cleaning the kitchen, making you drop the cleaning spray. 

Opening the door to the shower quietly and whispering something into your ear.

Suddenly saying ‘ah!’ while grabbing your side in the middle of a movie - a horror movie or not. 

Whatever he did, you always jumped to high heavens with a scream. Although it got on your nerves sometimes, and almost made you cry when you were half asleep or the movie was scary, you miss it. You miss him. 

His contagious laugh. Those wicked blue eyes. The empty cans of sparkling water sat around the house, although they annoyed you. Him yelling at the referees on the tv, even though he knows they can’t hear him. His sometimes annoyingly loud singing. Even if he always left the seat up on the toilet, but to his defense he kept saying he’d remember next time and that no, you didn’t need to get one of the fancy seats that lifted itself. You missed well, everything. His advice, that of course, you can still get, but it’s not instantaneous anymore. You can still see his smile over FaceTime or through pictures, but that’s delayed too. So is saying goodnight to him, because you have to figure out the time zones and his schedule. Getting his help on something, whether it’s figuring out where he put the strainer for the pasta, or his advice on an essay you wrote. Now, even his guitar lessons that he insisted you continue while he’s away are even harder with his absence. Although they’re frustrating and his guitar language is unintelligible at times, it’s made you feel closer to him. And that’s not something you want to give up, especially now. 

You’ve kept telling yourself that it will all be over soon. He has a few more shows until he’s done with this leg of his tour, and then he’ll be home. Well, just for a few weeks before he goes out again. But then you can join him, because your courses will be done for the semester. You would have tagged along with him in a heartbeat, like you so often do. But two of your classes this semester were only offered on campus, and with the end of your degree nearing, there wasn’t any way to get around it. As you wash your hands after using the bathroom, you recall the look on his face when you told him last November. He tried to hide his disappointment, but after he asked you why you couldn’t take them online or wait on them, he found it impossible to mask any longer. 

Shaking your head of the unpleasant memories, you turn off the bathroom light. The memories you shared in there still linger - Niall’s first bath bomb that left glitter on him for days, messing each other’s shampooed hair up into different dos in the shower, and the Eagles picture he has framed above the toilet that you still laugh at. Only he would hang that picture there to look at while he takes a leak. But the memories are whisked away when you hear your ringtone, a recent favorite song of yours. Then your Macbook chimes in as well, receiving the call too, because it’s synced to your phone. 

Rushing to your shared bedroom, you plop onto the large bed. Huffing, you find your phone in the sea of covers after a few seconds. Your rapid heartbeat from the fear of missing the call only increases when you see the name. Or more like the picture lighting up your screen. Your heart warms at the smiling picture of a brown-haired little boy. And then it aches.

“You’re supposed to be getting ready to leave for the arena, you said,” the words fall from your lips in an annoyed sigh. 

“Oh, t’anks. Jus’ wanna talk t’ me lovely girlfrien’, but guess not. ‘ll jus’ go then,” Niall responds sarcastically. 

“No don’t. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to make you late.”

“Ya won’. Jus’ answe’,” he replies, knitting your eyebrows together. But before you can ask what you’re supposed to be answering, your phone twinkles, and then your Macbook. 

You can’t stay upset as you see the message flash on your screen. Ni wants to FaceTime. 

“Ni,” you begin, trying to sound stern. 

“Jus’ answe’ tha bloody FaceTime befo’ I change me mind,” he tells you, his words ending in a laugh. “C’mon, love, I don’ got a lotta time.”

“Okay.”

Pressing the green Answer button, you let your phone fall into the cream covers once again. Criss-crossing your legs, you drag the laptop over to sit in front of you. A hum leaves its speaker as Niall’s image materializes on the screen in front of you. A warm smile paints his stubbly face as one soon covers yours. 

“Hi, love.”

“Hi. Why the FaceTime? I mean I’m not complaining, but I thought we were going to wait until tonight,” you say, confusion rolling off of your words.

“Grab yer guitar,” is all he says, his favorite Lowden guitar suddenly appearing in the frame. “‘m gonna help ya wit’ dat part befo’ I hafta go.”

You try to hold back the smile inching up your lips, but it’s hard. You’re sure some body part of yours fills his screen as you lean over the laptop to grab the guitar. 

“Oi! I thought ‘d brought t’ose shorts wit’ me. I see where they’ve gone now, ye li’l thief!” Niall exclaims from the computer. Giggling, you sit back down, the bed moving as you get comfortable. “Wha’d ye go in me suitcase befo’ I left an’ take what ya wanted?” he guffaws in his famous laugh, it having been too long since the last time you heard it. If only a couple of hours. You try not to think of how many days it’s been since you heard it without a phone in between you two. 

“No!” you scoff in disbelief, settling the Gibson G-45 Studio on your lap. A present from Niall for your birthday after you agreed to let him finally teach you how to play guitar. You told him again and again not to spend a lot of money on it for you. Unbeknownst to you if he did, he only said that he wanted to get you something of quality. And he said something about how there’s no point in playing something lousy that won’t hold up to the music. Then he wouldn’t shut up about how good Gibsons are and how many guitars of theirs that he has. 

“Sureeee. Now le’s jus’ try dat first verse yer learnin’. See how I can help. Oh an’ fo’ tha record, ‘m goin’ through yer drawers when I get home t’ see what else ye took o’ mine,” he smirks, shaking his head as he mutters your name. 

A red blush covers your cheeks, giving him the guilty verdict he was looking for. Rolling his eyes, he rakes a hand through his flat brunette hair. He tugs on the collar of his Fleetwood Mac shirt, the frame of his hotel bed behind him. “Ye li’l shit, you,” he mumbles affectionately with another shake of his head. Sticking the white guitar pick between his lips, he holds onto it there before moving something out of frame. 

Thoughts of missing his lips and what they could be doing to you right now muddle your thoughts. They cause you to fudge up the very first chord you pick. But with encouraging words from him, you carry on. It happens again when you get to that dreaded G major 6 chord. 

“‘Kay, since ye ignored me Snapchat ‘bout tryin’ it wit’ tha same finga, watch me,” Niall insists, humor sticking to his words. 

“I didn’t ignore it! You don’t make sense when you talk guitar, you know that? I told you that you have to dumb it down for me. Plus, I had to go pee, so there were more important matters,” you argue, resting your hands on the top curve of the natural colored wood. 

“Oh ‘m sorry, love. Yer right, I gotta rememba dat. ‘Kay, so watch me now. Watch how I use tha same finger t’ play tha next note on dat string. So I pluck tha fifth string wit’ me finga on tha second fret. Then next it wants me t’ pluck tha same string, but on tha third fret,” he explains, looking back and forth between the guitar and you. He walks through every step as he plays the two notes slowly. “So ‘m gonna use me pointa finga, coz tha’s what works fer me. ‘ll play tha first note on tha second string, an’ then almost drag it down t’ pluck it again, but on tha third fret. Make sense wha’ ‘m sayin’? You try it now.”

Your head goes up and down at his words, mumbling an ‘okay.’ Hands leaving your guitar, you drag Niall’s image to the side of the screen. The note showing the guitar tablature Niall wrote comes out of hiding to help you. You scroll down until you find the G major 6 chord. With Niall watching, you nervously try the technique he showed you. It’s rocky at first, because the fingerpicking is different from the previous chord, but soon you hear applause. 

“There, tha’s it. Yer gettin’ tha hang o’ it, love. I really t’ink that’ll be easier fer ye. Jus’ keep tryin’ dat technique I taught ye. An’ go slow, ye don’ need t’ speed up ‘til yer comfortable playin’ dat. Ye start off slow ‘til ye can start t’ speed up. T’ink o’ it dis way - if yer makin’ too many mistakes, then yer playin’ it too fast. But if yer not makin’ any mistakes, then speed it up a li’l,” Niall narrates, almost losing you for a second with the guitar talk again. 

“Okay, I get it. Thanks, I’ll try that,” you murmur, tearing your eyes away from the screen awkwardly. 

“Wha’? Why ye bein’ all shy, love? ‘s jus’ me, nobody else ‘s here wit’ me.”

“You know it’s hard playing in front of you,” you begrudgingly reveal, repeating this for perhaps the hundredth time. 

But it never makes you settle, because it’s just as nerve-wracking each time you play for him. Or send a snapchat recording. Or when you know that he’s listening in the next room, well because he used to make comments, but that was until you got annoyed and he stopped. Or when you’d play outside in the garden to escape his ears, sure he’s eavesdropping somewhere. You know, because he did the same thing before with your singing. He’d crack the bathroom door open just to hear a hint of you singing in the shower. Or stop just around the corner from the kitchen when you sang along while cooking. 

“I know ‘s nervewrackin’. It was fer me when I first started, an’ sumtimes it still ‘s when ‘m ‘round otha guitar playas. But, babe, ye gotta let dat all go. Coz ‘ve learned if ya don’t, yer not gonna get anywhere. Hey, look at me, will ye?” Niall coos from the screen of your laptop. Lifting your eyes from the covers, they return to his smiling face. “An’ I hope it counts fer sumthin’ dat ‘m yer numba one fan.”

With that, all of your nerves go out the window. He puts a smile on your face and you can’t help but nod in response. “And I’m yours,” you respond, immediately seeing his head go up and down. 

“Believe me, I couldn’t forget. I know ye always will be, darlin’,” he smiles, his bubblegum lips spreading to show his straight white teeth. Memories flash in your mind from the hundreds of songs you’ve watched him perform with his guitar. On stage, and well, on the couch. “Now, will ye try it once mo’ fer me, my love?” 

Nodding, you hear him cheer which sends you into a fit of giggles. Soon, his loud laugh pours from the speakers to grace your ears. One of your own trickles from your lips as you find your fingering on the guitar. He counts you off to 4, and then you take your time fingerpicking the chords. The G major 6 appears out of nowhere, but you use Niall’s trick again this time. The next words out of his mouth echo your thoughts. 

“I t’ink dat went betta dat time too. Good job, love. Yer jus’ gettin’ betta an’ betta. Really, I mean it. Ever since we started t’ese lessons a year ago, yer doin’ so well. ‘m so proud o’ you, bub,” Niall grins, scratching his beard before his chin settles in his palm. 

You’re choked for words, unsure of what you could say that could express your gratefulness. But you feel rest assured, knowing that he knows how much he means to you. As well as how grateful you are for him for teaching you how to play. 

“Why d’ya wanna learn dis song o’ mine anyways? Neva gotta ask ya dat bit,” he questions, twirling the pick around in his finger. Absentmindedly, he kind of chews on it as he waits for your answer. 

“I dunno, I’ve always liked it. It sounds so pretty, and you said it would be fun to play together since it has two parts,” you reply, the words finding their way. 

“Mmmm, I see. So yer gonna finally let me play a song wit’ you, huh?” 

“We’ll see,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’ go on teasin’ me. Wait, ‘s dat gray Eagles jumpa o’ mine yer wearin’? I was lookin’ all over da place fer dat when I was packin’!” Niall exclaims, his face getting closer to the camera. 

“Um no, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hurry, pushing the laptop screen back to raise the camera away from your chest. 

Shaking his head, he tsk-tsks your name once again. “Ye li’l bugga, you. I dunno what ‘m gonna do wit’ ye when I get home. Well actually, I might ‘ave sum new ideas since ye keep stealin’ me clothes,” Niall winks, a sly smirk sticking to his lips. His eyebrows dance amongst his forehead, sending your lips into giggles. 

“Hey! They were still in your closet, so they were fair game!” you counter, inching your head forward. 

Pressing his lips together, his head shakes fast. “No, no, no. Tha’s not how it works, an’ ye know it, love. Said ye can go bloody wild wit’ knickin’ me clothes, afta I packed me suitcases. I swear t’ God dat jumpa wasn’t in me closet when I went through grabbin’ stuff t’ pack. An’ it just so ‘appened t’ end up on yer body now, afta ‘m gone. Hmm, I can only wonder how dat ‘appened,” Niall quips, a smile soon peeking at the corners of his lips. You both try to hide the laughs you’re suppressing, but soon they fill the ears of the other. “Bloody hell, ‘m really gonn’ get ye when I get home soon. T’ink I might tear dat off ye soon as I walk in da door.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” you admit, a blush warming your cheeks. You savor the sound of his laugh in your ears, and the smile spreading across his face. 

“An’ ‘m hidin’ it afta dat. Coz tha’s one o’ me favourite jumpas, an’ ye know dat, too!” 

You try to act all innocent, but he knows you’re guilty as hell. He knows you. From how much milk you put in your cereal, what kind of clothes you like for when he brings you home new merch of his, what new song of his you’ll love before you’ve even heard it, often why you’re crabby although sometimes he claims not to know, and while he’s gone he always knows what time you’re doing homework or when you go to bed. He never forgets a goodnight call. 

“What am I gonna do wit’ ye, bub,” he sighs, scratching at his stubbly neck. Although he tries to act annoyed, a smile finds it way back onto his face as he stares into the camera. “How’s yer day been since I talked t’ ya dis mornin’? Well, mornin’ fer me.” 

“It’s been fine. It’s gross here - it’s all rainy and cold,” you explain, the words guiding your eyes to the misty windows. “It kinda makes for a good studying day, though. I got a few assignments done, and then I was going to make some dinner soon, seeing it’s half-past 6.”

“I s’pose I shouldn’ be sendin’ ye photos o’ tha hot an’ sunny day we’re ‘avin’ here, then,” Niall chuckles, a teasing gleam in his eye. “But tha’s good ye got sum stuff done. Whatcha gonna make fer dinna? Did ye eat up all t’ose frozen meals I made fer ya befo’ I left?”

“No, I still have a few left. That’s a good idea, though. I didn’t really want to cook,” you smile, watching his soon mirror your own. Fuck that few second delay, you think to yourself, finding it hard to ignore. 

His face freezes for a few seconds, making you sigh. The picture grows blurry but then he starts moving again. “Sorry, love, connection got bad fer a bit there. What’d ye say ye were makin’ fo dinna?” he repeats, his voice sounding far away, reminding you that he’s halfway across the world. In your chest, your heart squeezes at the thought, one that you can’t push away as well lately. 

“Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“No, tell me. I wanna know. I like t’ hear all t’hese li’l details, coz they make me feel like ‘m there wit’ you,” Niall insists. You swallow, feeling emotions come back up. Yeah, no thanks, you say inaudibly to yourself. 

“Um, I guess one of the lasagna pieces you froze. It’s been sounding good to me lately.”

“Mmmm, ye it does sound good. Maybe ‘ll ‘ave it fer dinna tonight, too. Can be like we had dinna togetha,” he says in his Irish lilt. 

This time, the words hit you harder, and it’s hard to hide the effect they have on you. Tearing your eyes away from the screen, you try to focus on your breathing to will the feelings away. 

“Ye holdin’ up okay, sweetheart?” Niall ponders, once again proving how well he knows you. Or maybe it’s just a coincidence, bad timing, or he’s feeling the same way. 

Exhaling slowly, you swallow past the lump in your throat. Returning your eyes to his inquisitive blues, your insides tighten at the sight. One that is so comforting and relaxing, but at the same time, it can be so painful you can’t bear it. 

“Yeah, I’m doing fine,” you mumble, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Ye don’ gotta lie t’ me, y’know,” he almost whispers, before his bottom lip comes between his teeth. “T’ese guitar lessons ‘ave made it a li’l easier fer me dis time ‘round. I mean, fook, ‘s neva easy, but it takes me mind off it. I hope it does fer ye too, bub.”

You can hardly see the tip of his nose as his head has fallen. The plucking of strings follows the sound of his voice, but you’re unsure if he’s distracted by his guitar or if he’s doing it on purpose. “I feel like I always come t’ love ye a li’l mo’ when ‘m away, but now teachin’ ye guitar makes me love ye a li’l more too. Didn’ even t’ink dat was possible,” Niall admits with a small laugh, his striking blue eyes returning to yours. 

“Okay, you’re really going to make me cry now, so stop it,” you confess in tear-choked words. True to your word, tears obscure your vision within seconds. You laugh, but you know it sounds fake and out of place. 

“Ye betta not start cryin’, or else ye know I will too. So ye knock dat off right now, young lady,” Niall says firmly, but you hear the wavering of his voice. “‘Kay maybe dis will stop yer cryin’. Imma hide all me jumpas when I get home so ye stop bloody stealin’ ‘em, maybe me gym shorts too. Ye think I don’ know, but I know where ye hide ‘em, love. Know ye hide ‘em in da linen closet. Found sum ‘d been searchin’ all ova fo’ when I went t’ put new bedsheets on da last time. So yer secret’s out.” 

His bright laugh licks your wounds, but the effect doesn’t stay. Because then you hear him sniffle, and your eyes drop to your lap. “‘s hopefully da last time we’ll hafta do dis, with ye ‘avin’ t’ stay back when I go on tour fer ye courses, but-.”

“Yeah, I registered for the fall and my advisor worked with me to be online for the rest of my degree. I just spoke to her yesterday about it,” you reveal. Lifting your eyes to his reddening ones, a smile splits your lips as you deliver the news. 

“Aw, babe, tha’s wonderful! Couldn’ ‘ave heard betta news today than dat. T’ink ye jus’ made me whole bloody day!” Niall grins, pumping his arms in the air with a cheer. But as his laugh fades away, you watch him wipe under his eyes. “I know it doesn’ take ‘way da pain right now, tho’. Coz I feel meself hurtin’ everytime I wanna tell ye sumthin’, show ye sumthin’, or when I reach for ye in da middle o’ da night. Even miss ye on t’ese video calls.”

His quiet sobs accompany yours as tears trail down your cheeks. Hiccuping, you let the feelings out that you’ve been packing away for a rainy day like today. With your heavy workload this week, you didn’t want to distract yourself with the tears. You left them until nighttime, lying in your cold bed with his side empty. No laughs heard under the covers, or his fingers dancing across your ticklish ribs, or waking up to kisses along your jaw with his voice floating across your skin. None of that. You think that although the house is empty and you can hear his voice over the phone, you feel the most lonely at night and waking up alone. 

“Niall,” you barely get out in between tears, and heavy thoughts. As a tear spills onto your cheek, your eyes focus on his head of hair bent over his guitar. 

“But I told meself dis’ mornin’, only five mo’ days, Niall. Then tomorro’ it’ll be four, an’ then t’ree an’ befo’ not much longa, ‘s zero. Then I getta t’ come home t’ ye wearin’ me clothes, dat I know I bitch ‘bout, but I really do love,” he divulges, guitar notes floating in the air amongst his words. “Five mo’ days ‘til I can slobber ye all ova wit’ kisses, an’ fall asleep wit’ ye in me arms.” 

“And steal your clothes back, and play guitar together,” you hum, watching a tear splash onto the shiny surface of your guitar. 

“Mmmmhmm, an’ ‘til then ‘ll keep teachin’ ye ova FaceTime an’ bloody Snapchat,” he guffaws, pulling up the corners of your lips happily. “An’ maybe if ‘m lucky ‘ll get sum otha pics on Snapchat.”

Shaking your head, you can’t hold back the laugh behind your lips. His loud one echoes yours soon after, your cheeks growing red. 

“Oh God, only five more days,” you sigh, clucking your tongue. He lifts his head, and although he’s on the other side of the planet, somehow you can feel his eyes glassy with tears stare into your soul. 

“Ye, an’ yer gonna get sick o’ me with how much ‘m gonna be lovin’ on ye.” 

[nike-shawn]

What if Nathaniel chased y/n again & shawn wasn't there for the rescue ! Do u think Shawn will go after him or they'll just runaway somewhere else?! (Pls make this a blurb if you can)

Oooooo angst 😏😏 love to see it. Thanks for requesting!! Hope you like it.

You start to walk to class, flustered that you’re already running late due to your cute vampire boyfriend being much too charming for his own good. You feel so much colder now that his arms aren’t wrapped around you, one thumb running circles over your tummy in an effort to get you to fall asleep, to not go to school. This night class is the hardest one to get to, and almost every day you want to skip and cocoon back into Shawn’s warmth.

You lock your car and absentmindedly scroll through your groupchat’s texts, realizing you missed a big fight between your roommates. You smirk at the stupidity of their argument— it’s crazy how menial life seems when you live forever.

In your reading, you almost didn’t notice the crunch of leaves coming from behind you. Your blood goes cold. Of course, Shawn warned you about Nathaniel, but he had assumed that even he wouldn’t be dumb enough to continue to pursue you after the threats Shawn made to him. You had let the whole situation fade from your mind— it had been months since you felt fear like this.

You look behind you. Nothing.

You pull up Shawn’s contact and have your thumb poised on the call button.

You never get to press it. The phone clatters to the pavement and you’re gone.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

You wake up and you’re wrapped in the only set of arms that can make you melt like this: Shawn’s.

Your body is extremely sore and you have a huge migraine behind your eyes, and every small sound forms a piercing pain. You cuddle deeper into your boyfriend’s chest and his arms tighten around you protectively. He kisses the top of your head.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you quietly.

“I feel like I got ran over by a truck,” you say. “Wait, did I?” You start to piece your memories together. The crunch of leaves and then... nothing. You remember feeling your feet leave the ground, like you were thrown off your balance, but the rest of the situation pulls up a blank. Fear starts to creep back into your brain. Yes, you’re comfortable now that you’re with Shawn. But what happened? Where was he?

“No, no, you didn’t get ran over by a truck,” he says with a strained laugh.

“What happened?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby; nothing happened.”

“Don’t lie to me, Shawn.”

“You just have a migraine.”

“You’re lying.”

You push up a bit out of his lap, trying to ignore the almost unbearable pain in your head. You realize that you’re on his couch, in his apartment. This is unusual— the two of you are almost always holed up in your crappy campus apartment since you have class and it’s much more convenient for you. You can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been at Shawn’s place, and each time it was only for a few hours while your roommates were annoying you or while Shawn picked some things up. The lights are dimmed and Shawn’s fresh, flowery scent is on everything. But right now you’re in so much pain and you’re so confused that you just want to get away from him, burrow into some sheets and fall asleep knowing it all will be okay.

But you’re not sure if everything will be okay. Right now, it seems like everything is very, very wrong.

Shawn feels you try and pull away. He gently keeps you in place— your strength is like a strong gust of wind compared to his hurricane. You don’t stand a chance. He’d never used it against you, but now you’re feeling trapped, helpless. “Shawn, let me go. I’m serious.”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting.”

“You’re lying!” You scream. His arms release you like a spring, like you burned him. You stand and feel all the blood rush from your face. You grip the back of the armchair to keep your balance. Shawn’s eyes are anxious, like a deer watching a speeding car. “You’re lying, Shawn. I was walking to class and someone, or... or something grabbed me. Threw me.” You feel tears in your waterline. “Tell me the truth.”

He extends his hands in front of him like you would when introducing yourself to a mean-looking dog. “Baby—”

“Don’t baby me,” you yell. “If you don’t tell me right now what actually happened, I’m walking out that door. I swear I will. I’ll walk right out there and walk straight into the woods to let whatever it is take me for good.”

Deep down both of you know that Shawn would never let that happen. But the sentiment is enough to make him worry. “I...” he starts, wiping his palms over his sweatpants. “I didn’t think you remembered anything.”

“What does that mean?”

He won’t meet your eyes. “I asked Greta to wipe your memory.”

Your mind goes to the nice older woman whose long, grey hair is braided down her back and whose eyes are so kind. She’s a witch, apparently. You met her a while back when Shawn accidentally drank too much of your blood and you had been feeling lightheaded for a few days. (“Silly young vampire”, she had said, “got carried away, I see.”) But now she’s being called upon to... wipe your memory? You feel a bit of betrayal. What happened that was so bad she had to wipe your memory?

“Okay,” you say, trying to compose yourself. “What actually happened to me?”

Shawn folds his hands behind his head and looks down at his knees. “One of the other vampires, he...” Shawn trails off, clearing his throat. You can feel him start to get upset and you imagine that he has tears falling down his face, why he put his head down. “He took you somewhere. He was— was taunting you, telling you horrible things. Tied you up. Your wrists...” he gestures to your wrists. You look down and see bruises wrapping around the bone. You touch it and feel pain lighting up the area. “I’m just... I feel so horrible. I should’ve known that someone else would go after you, but I was stupid and so reckless.” You can hear the tears in his voice now. “I’m so incredibly sorry. So, so sorry. When we found you, you were so traumatized with everything he said. I couldn’t let you just live with that. I’m... I’m so, so, so sorry.”

You can feel his energy pulling you in. Sometimes you and him seem connected by some invisible string of emotion. You can feel his sadness wrapping around you like a heavy blanket, and your body is tugged into his almost automatically, your legs wrapping around his torso and your arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his tears wet your shoulder. His hands are flat against your back, fingers gripping into your shirt like he can’t quite get any closer but desperately wants to. Your fingers comb through his hair to try and calm him down. “It’s okay,” you whisper, “I forgive you. It’s not your fault; it’s okay.”

“And I’m sorry I had her wipe your memory but I never want you to have to live your life in fear because of me—”

“No, no, thank you. I think that was the best way to do it.”

He nods against your shirt. He sniffs. “He’s dead,” he says quietly. “Don’t need to worry about him.”

“What? Who?”

“His name is.. nevermind, that doesn’t matter. But he used to be Nathaniel’s right hand man. I don’t think he was sent by him, though. I think... I think the other vampires are trying to get me back into the collective.” You remember Shawn talking about the collective, a group of powerful vampires that control the rest of the less powerful, younger vampires. Shawn is young, very young, but he is stronger than most. He has been pursued after leaving the collective a few years ago. “They know that you make me weaker. You give me something that would kill me if it was taken away, and that’s dangerous. I guess they are trying to spook me, show me how easy it is to take you away, make me want their protection.”

“Why don’t you join them?”

“They’re terrible, Y/N. They’re power-hungry.” He lifts his head and you see his red-rimmed eyes and wet eyelashes. Your heart hurts. “But they’re never going to stop going after me, after you. They know I’m strong. They know I’m a threat unless I’m in their group.”

You feel chills send down your spine. “So what do we do? How do we get them to stop?”

Shawn pauses and skates his thumb over your cheekbone distractedly. “Greta was telling me about this island that she goes to sometimes, when times get rough in the supernatural world. It’s enchanted, I guess. Enchanted with good magic that would keep us safe.”

The thought of momentarily leaving school and your friends and family makes you feel anxious, but if you needed to get away for a bit to be safe, you’d sacrifice it. “Can we go there?”

“You can go there; you should go there,” he says.

“You too.”

“No, Y/N, I can’t. It’s enchanted by good magic. I’m full of bad magic; it would weaken me too much to live there. I’d have to come and go.”

Your heart lurches. “No, Shawn. I’m not staying there if you aren’t.”

“Just until things calm down—”

“No.”

“Yes, Y/N, you have to. It’s the only option. I will visit you often.”

You feel a waterfall of tears start to cascade down your cheeks. You push the heels of your hands into your eyes until you see black dots across your vision. Shawn shifts underneath you. You feel his chin hook over your shoulder, looking at something behind your back. Then you hear his voice say, “Greta? Yes, we’ll be there soon.”

And you let this man continue to unravel all of your life plans, one string at a time.

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[heyyyharry]

I’m feeling very angsty right now, if u had the time could u please make an angsty blurb of our flatmates babies? The concept is up to you, i just really need it😭💖 thank you bubby!

why do you want to make me a terrible person? 😭

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Harry’s got a date tonight, well, not really a date. He met a girl and she asked him out for a drink, but they’re both aware it’s pure lust and nothing romantic. He’s already got dressed and all prepared to head out. But as he exits his bedroom, he finds his flatmate standing in front of hers, shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, and the frown on her face is hard to ignore. 

He’s had a feeling that something was off with her since he gave her a ride back from campus and she didn’t say a word to him. He didn’t ask about it, because he thought it was none of his business, and not something she’d like to share.

He intends to just leave her standing there and walks out like nothing’s wrong, yet something inside him doesn’t allow him to do that. Instead, he pauses immediately and asks her if something is wrong. That is when she finally locks eyes with him, and he realizes she’s now on the verge of tears.

“Can you just…not go?” Y/N’s voice is trembling as she asks that question. And Harry feels his entire body frozen like ice. He opens his mouth to speak, yet unable to make a sound. She assumes he doesn’t know how to turn her down, so she goes on, sounding more desperate for she just can’t help it, “I mean…it’s okay if you really want to go but…I don’t want to be alone tonight so…I…uhm…never mind…” She shakes her head fast and subtly wipes away a silent tear. “H-Have fun.”

That’s all it takes for Harry to toss his car key down on the couch and quickly follows her before she closes her door and leaves him there without a clue. He awkwardly stands right outside, looking into her room as she sits down on the edge of her bed with her head hung low. He takes a second or two to process his thoughts before slowly walking up to her. Y/N doesn’t react when she feels his presence by her side. But when he takes one of her hand with both of his and brings it to his lap, she has no choice but to look at him. 

“Hey love. I’m staying with you, yeah?” 

His voice is soft and warm, like a blanket wrapping her up on a cold winter day. The girl has no idea what’s gotten into her, but she somehow manages to gather all of her courage, and snuggle her face into his neck. She thinks the action may surprise him a bit because she feels his body flinch. But Harry doesn’t pull away, he just lets her do what she wants, he actually enjoys this intimacy more than she does. Sitting still with her face in his neck while holding her hand, Harry closes his eyes, allowing the soothing silence to take over the atmosphere of the room.

After about five minutes, he thinks he should say something, and decides to ask what’s been bothering her. Y/N tells him she doesn’t want to talk about it, but the truth is, she can’t. She cannot tell him she loves him so much she doesn’t want him to see other girls anymore. She cannot tell him she wants him to be all hers, and her to be all his. She cannot tell him she’s been struggling to convince herself he’s not like that, and he’s never gonna be like that, and at one point she’s gonna have to let him go. Maybe she will, tomorrow. But she’s feeling weak tonight, so just for tonight she wants to pretend that she’s got a place in his heart. 

Little does she know, she already has, a place so big that he doesn’t think he can fit anything else inside, not even himself. 

“Let’s talk about something fun,” he speaks at last, trying to sound happy in order to cheer her up. “Ask me a silly question.”

“Okay…” She nods slightly. “Have you ever imagined yourself falling in love with someone?”

“That’s your definition of ‘fun’?” He jokes, and feels her crack a smile against his collarbone.

“Answer the damn question, Harold.”

“Yes, I sometimes think about it while watching rom-coms, but…” He brings one fist to his mouth and clears his throat. “I’ve never…been in love…so if it happened, I honestly wouldn’t know what to do.” Like I don’t know how to be with you without being so attached to you. “But I don’t think I’d be good at it.”

“Nobody’s naturally good at anything, H.”

“I know, I know, but…it’s just not for me. So if someone tells me they’re in love with me, I think I’ll have to turn them down.”

“What if you do love them back?”

He thinks for a moment before telling her, “if I do love them back, then there’s a bigger reason for me to not be with them…”

Y/N nods understandingly.

“Why are you asking me this? Is everything okay? Do you…uhm…Did anyone hurt you?”

She wants to say yes and tells him that ‘someone’ is him. But she can’t say things like that, not only because she doesn’t want him to know how she feels, but also because it’s not his fault to begin with. It’s not someone’s fault if you love them and they cannot love you back. She only has herself to blame.

“No,” she denies. “I just read this book and have lots of questions…That’s all.”

“Does the main character remind you of me or something?” He tilts his head down and smiles at her. So she lifts her face to stare back at him. 

“No, but the antagonist is a carbon copy of you,” she replies, now beaming. 

At this moment, both of them suddenly realize how close their faces are, in kissing distance. One of them just needs to move forward a bit, and their lips will be in contact. Neither knows how hard the other has to try to resist making that happen. They steal quick glances at each other’s lips, trying to steady their breaths, then look away at once. 

They certainly won’t ever bring up their little moment that night again, just like plenty of other little moments they’ve shared before. However, as Harry and Y/N sit side by side, her head on his shoulder, fingers intertwined, they do wonder in secret, how many little moments more it will take for them to give in, to either admit to their true feelings, or let the other be free and move on.

[peterpcrkcr]

Hey boo, I’m super drunk at the moment and hoping to request another Peter blurb where you come home from a party and Peter is the designated driver and helps you get home and into bed but refuse to fall asleep until he gets into the end with you.: either college Peter or Stark reader maybe to make to interesting? 🇦🇺

why not both? i also changed um.... like a bit of the request but i hope u still like it! luv u mwah

You two didn’t really run in the same circles in college. You were usually surrounded by a bunch of other kids-of-rich-parents, buying stupid stuff and flaunting your inheritance to clout chase. Paris Hilton-esque back in her glory days. Like the bling ring, but you could afford everything so you never stole. Your friends struggled in uni, but you aced every class. Finished every project or essay early. You did as much extra credit as you possibly could before being dragged out to another club. To the public your life passed by in instagram moments. The substance was fake. Your yearning for more was inconsolable.

This evening you’d gotten wasted at a club. Someone vomited on your shoes, that someone might’ve been you. Normally you didn’t drink so much, but you had known that the night came with a shadow, so it was easy to toss them back. You danced and sang and drank and drank and drank until your friends went home and the club had started to shut down.

“C’mon (y’n).” Peter said as he put your handbag over his shoulder. “That’s enough.”

“Leave me alone...” You had said, but you were walking forward where his hand at the small of your back had ushered. You rolled your eyes. “This is so stupid.”

“No, what’s stupid is you getting so drunk you played chicken with another drunk person outside of a pool and in the middle of the dance floor.” He said reminding you of one of the few things that’d happened that evening. Honestly? It was hilarious, so you laughed hard. Like really hard. So hard you stopped walking to lean forward, hands on your knees to catch your breath. “It’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is.” You said seriously to mock him. “Did I win?”

“Win?” He scoffed. “That doesn’t matter!”

“Did I, though?” You asked as you wiped tears from your eyes. He didn’t speak, he just crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “I won.”

“I didn’t say that...” He said, eyes following you as you moved closer to him with a giant smile on your face.

“I totally won!” You declared, jumping up and down. Peter grinned at your excitement. You pointed at his face. “You’re proud of me.”

“No way!” He said, losing the smile fast. “Let’s go home, (y/n).”

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child. “I want to stay at the club with my friends and drink until I challenge someone to something better than chicken.”

“You’re too drunk to stay out any longer.” He sounded sad. His eyes were full of sorrow too. This made you start to get sniffly. Tears were at your eyelid, ready to slip down your cheeks. His eyebrows shot up, he rushed forward to cup your cheeks as if that would hold the tears in. “Why are you crying?!”

“You’re sad.” You looked down at his chest, the tears fell down your cheeks. He wiped them with the sleeve of his uni sweatshirt. “I make you sad.”

“No, you don’t. You could never.” His eyes darted back and forth between yours. You still wouldn’t look up. “I’m sad because of the things you do.”

“Why?” You said annoyed, eyes meeting his again. Your mascara had run a little, your hair was a mess. You pulled away from his warm hands, first mistake, and took two steps away from him to fast that you fell onto your butt. 

Peter sighed, sat down next to you. He set your purse on the ground between the two of you. His knees bent in front of him. He leaned forward and rest his arms on them so he could fiddle with his hands. Your legs were outstretched in front of yourself, arms limp before you. 

“This is why.” He said honestly, exhaustion in his voice. He rubbed the space between his eyebrows and then threw one of his hands out in annoyance. “I don’t understand why you’re always out doing things like this.”

“I’m just having fun. My dad used to party all the time too, what’s the big deal? He used to party and drink and buy a bunch of stupid shit and do stupid shit and now he’s a hero. Why can’t I have my fun while I’m young too?” You sounded sober, but knew you weren’t. 

“I’m sad when I see you like this.” He mumbled.

“I didn’t ask you to follow me around tonight, Peter. If you weren’t having fun you could’ve gone home and left me alone.” You said playing with some gravel on the ground between your legs. Peter watched your hands move around.

“I know, but I care about you... I can’t just watch you waste your life like this.”

“Are you kidding me? Waste my life? I’m top of my fucking class.” You were still buzzed. “I’m president of the physics club, and I write for the Empire State Journal every week. I’m not wasting my life!”

You stood up, grabbed your purse, and marched down the street toward the subway. Peter jumped up and hurried to catch up with you. He fell into your stride, tried to be a pace faster so he could walk sideways to get you to look at him. 

“I didn’t mean that!” He was sincere. “It came out wrong.”

“I know you didn’t and I know it did, but I’m still hurt.” You wiped away some spare tears that were cool against your cheek. “You can thwip off to anywhere else as far as I’m concerned.”

“I’m not going to let you walk home by yourself.” He said. You shot him a death glare. He felt it in his heart. “I won’t speak.”

“Probably for the best, don’t you think?” You were testing him.

“Y-” but he closed his mouth when you looked at him and nodded instead.

So there you were, walking in the relatively quiet night. It would probably be considered morning by normal standards. Around 3 a.m. eastern standard time, but people were still all over this bustling city. It never sleeps.

You couldn’t keep a handle on your purse so you handed it to Peter who took it happily. 

After about the tenth city block he was still there, you sighed. Rolled your eyes. He was like a lost puppy, and since he was still by your side you decided to indulge.

“Yes, I am tired of doing things like this. Drink all the time, buy useless things, but it’s what my friends do and I don’t want to be left out because I’d rather be researching macro-physics on a universal scale. I mean, I still want to have fun and I don’t really mind going all these trendy places, but I wish I had more time to do the smart things I like to do. I don’t know... I want like-minded people. I want to be smart and still have a good time. I want my dad to be proud of me and I want my friends to like me.”

“Why does it matter what anyone thinks of you?” He said, breaking his vow. You laughed.

“You’re kidding right? Like, half an hour ago you gave me your genius opinion of how you view my life thinking that would make me do the right thing, as you’d say.” An embarrassed blush rushed over his skin so fast it gave you whiplash. “I changed my mind. Give me my purse, I’m going back to the club. I don’t even know why I started walking home I-”

He didn’t let you say another word, instead he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

“Peter Parker put me down!” You said kicking your legs around. He didn’t falter. 

“(y/n) Stark!” His voice came out a little deeper, more authority in it. “Absolutely not!”

“You’re not the boss of me!” You said as you tried to rock your body around. It didn’t do anything except make him change the way he held you. For a second it felt like he was going to drop you so you let out a yelp and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “Peter!”

“Relax...” He said as he held you like a little bride. “Better?”

“I actually... don’t mind this...” You said as you looked at him. You could see his biceps flexing under the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You could feel his chest going up and down with his active breaths. His eyebrows were furrowed with determination as he carried you down the street. “You’re cute, Parker. Like subtle cute... why am I just now seeing this?”

“Because when I’m around you’re busy.” He was still blushing, but this was a new kind. You drank it for it bared the same name as your favorite wine. 

“Never too busy for Spider-Man!” You yelled with a smile.

“Shh!” He said forcefully. You kissed his puckered lips. He stopped walking and seriously almost dropped you. His eyes were shining as he peered into yours. 

“Peter...” He set you down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t kiss me when you’re drunk.” He said.

“I’m not. I know what I was doing I-”

“No.” He said starting to walk down the street alone. You walked next to him, sighing. “Let’s just get you home so I can sleep tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to sleep?” You were just trying to keep him talking to you.

“I don’t sleep when the people I love aren’t safe.” He knew what he said, it made your heart skip a beat.

“You love me?” You asked.

“I loved you before I knew you.” He said just before he stopped walking. You looked at where he stopped at noticed it was your apartment building. You reached a hand forward and pressed it to the glass panel next to the door. It read your skin to give you access to the building specifically designed for you by your father, with your mother’s touches. 

He stood close to you in the elevator. You could hear him breathing. 

He followed you into your apartment. Stood attentively as you kicked off your shoes and threw your purse to the side. 

“Since you’re home I’m leaving.” He nodded once, headed for the door. When his fingers reached for the knob, your lips parted. 

“Stay.” You called to him. “Please.”

“I thought you wanted my to thwip my way out of here?”

“It’s a little late for that.” You said making him grin just slightly. “Things are different now.”

“No, you just know the truth now. Everything’s the same for me. Tomorrow you’ll show up to class hungover and will run into your friends and everything will go on the same.” He was talking to the door.

“Nothing is going to be the same after tonight. Not after the things you’ve told me.” Your voice faltered. “You’ve changed things.”

“What changed?” He asked, turning to the side to look at you. You stepped toward him.

“These secret things you’ve told me, I want to live in them.” You took his hand. “I can’t go on the same way I’m used to now.”

“I don’t want to change you.”

“You’re not. You’re just telling me things I already knew but just wouldn’t admit. I’ve been yearning for something for a long time and I think that thing was you.” He cupped your cheek. You look at him with a grin. “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

“I should go.” 

“C’mon now. I can’t throw you over my shoulder and force you to see things my way like you can.” You pouted your bottom lip. “You know you want to...”

“Okay.” He said, and you lead him into the bedroom where you laid down under the covers and he laid down on top of them.

“Are you cold?” You asked. He shook his head. “Thank you for staying.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really looking forward to riding the subway all the way the Queens in the middle of the night anyway.” He said, making you smile.

Your eyes felt heavy so you let them rest. Peter watched you while you slept. Admired the lines of your face, laughed to himself at the mascara stains across your skin and the way you drooled a little. He found himself getting sleepy too, and succumbed to it. 

Good night.

[intothedanvers-e]

Young, Dumb, & Broke

Word Count: 1844

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You just graduated high school and were ready to embark on your last summer of being a dumb teen and going on adventures before having to face the realities of the adult world. One day you were driving to a lake to meet some of your friends when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. With no service and no gas stations around you wandered a little down the street and found one house where you went to ask for help. You expected to find an old couple living in the middle of nowhere, but a nice young British guy (Tom) answered the door. Due to unforeseen circumstances you spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the night together, but when it’s time to leave he says he wants to see you again. You exchange numbers with the cute British guy and embark on a long, secretive summer fling. You both lie about what you do for a living and what you were both doing in the middle of nowhere, but the moments you too bonded were all genuine. Will he find out about your plans after summer? Will you find out what he actually does for a living? Will this fling extend past summer?

Authors Note: Once again thank you for all the love on this series! At this point idk how long it’ll be but im having so much fun writing it and i really hope you guys are enjoying it just as much!! if you want to be part of the taglist or have any feedback please dont hesitate in letting me know! also if you want me to write anything else (one shot, blurb, au) you can send me anything to my ask! The italics is the other person on the phone and italics + bold is a text message! ok i love all of u and it really means a lot to me if you read + enjoy this series! bye! <3 (btw he’s my masterlist if ur curious!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 3

You and Tom had somehow shifted closer to each other as the night wore on. You were now both seated on the floor with your backs against the couch and only mere inches away from each other. You were both wrapped up in your own blankets, mainly because you’d both just spent an hour trying to figure out how to turn off the AC and failed miserably. It was 2 am now but neither of you were tired, and neither of you wanted to be the baby and tap out to go to sleep first. You had both just been sitting there since after dinner talking about everything from your favorite memories ever to dumb things like whether or not you believed in aliens and ghosts.

“No yeah living with 3 brothers is both the worst and the best, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I’m the oldest of us so I think I got the best deck of cards handed to me,” he said running his fingers through his curls.

“That’s adorable! It’s just been me and my mom for as long as I can remember so I’d always wished I would’ve had siblings or even cousins,” you tried to laugh off the last part of the sentence while silently cursing yourself for oversharing.

“You don’t have much family then?”

“Not really. My mom got pregnant at 16 so I never met my dad. It used to be my grandmother, my mom, and I but my grandma passed away when I was like 6 so it’s just been me and my mom since then. Well also my moms best friend and her kids. She’s our neighbor so she’s like my non blood related family. Every time my mom has to leave for work I usually stayed with her so she’s like a second mom to me.”

“What does your mother do?”

“She’s a photographer. Nature, portraits, fashion shows and magazine covers; you name it, my mom’s done it. After my grandma passed she really threw herself into her work, which was all amazing but usually meant she’d spend less time at home. The money was great, and my mom gets invited to all kinds of cool stuff but sometimes I just wanted my mom at home you know? Oh my god why am I telling you all of this? I’m sorry for rambling.”

Your cheeks turned a bright red and you diverted your eyes to the floor avoiding eye contact with Tom. To your surprise he actually extended his arm and gave your arm a sympathetic rub.

“No you’re fine, I can’t imagine where’d I be without my family so I’m sorry you had to deal with all that stuff alone.”

You tried to piece words together but the moment he touched your arm, even though it was over the blanket, it sent your heart doing backflips as you started to hear your heartbeat in your ears. You were staring into her beautiful eyes for a second too long when suddenly the phone in the laundry room started to ring. The both of you jumped.

“I should probably get that,” you said getting up and running toward the phone.

“Sounds good!” he yelled from the living room.

You tried catching your breath before answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Tom?”

“Uhh no, hold on a sec.”

“Wait if this isn’t Tom who is this?”

The voice on the phone had the same deep British accent as Tom so you assumed it was a family friend. You set the phone down on the washer next to the phone and ran into the living room. “The call’s actually for you,” you said grabbing your blanket and dropping yourself on the couch.

“That’s weird I didn’t know anyone had that phone number,” he said slowly walking over to the laundry room.

“British accent.”

“What?”

“Whoever’s on the phone also has a British accent.”

“Ah.”

He seemed to know exactly who it was but you decided not to inquire. He left the room swiftly. Your phone started buzzing wildly on the coffee table. It was a FaceTime from your best friend, but you didn’t feel like answering it considering you’d been messaging her since 6 pm and she didn’t bother to check up on you once. You were originally planning on asking her to pick you up on her way home but you were so overcome with anger that you suddenly decided you’d take a taxi home if you had to. Anything to not have to see any of your friends for a while, you could even try to give them the silent treatment.

She sent you a message. “hope ur doing something non y/n-ish and having fun. guy must be bored out of his mind. see u tmrw, get home ok.”

You rolled your eyes and put your phone face down on the coffee table. Your friend always teased you about being the safe one in the group. Even though your mom wasn’t usually home much, you didn’t do anything behind her back and you followed most of her rules. There were even times when your mom would encourage you to sneak out to see a boy or go to a party but you never really cared for being a rule breaker and your friends never ceased to remind you how lame that was.

Tom walked back into the living room and smiled at you as he walked over to the couch.

“That was my mate Harrison, he went to visit some family in town and somehow got tricked into having a sleepover with his nieces so he won’t be coming back tonight.”

“Oh I thought you were here alone?”

He froze and started running his hands through his curls.

“Oh yeah Harrison is my best mate and kind of like my assistant, you know for the book writing and stuff so uh he takes every vacation with me he can with the excuse of it being a business trip.”

“Sounds like a fun guy. He sounded so confused when I answered the phone, sorry about that.”

“No worries. He was a bit confused so I basically had to give him the long story short of cute girl with a broken down car in the middle of nowhere seeks help.”

“Why thank you.”

“Uhh no what I meant to say is- “

“Are you really going to take back a compliment now Tom?”

His cheeks turned a light pink as he gave you a goofy grin.

“You got me there.”

The phone rang again.

“That might actually be the tow truck this time.”

You power walked over to the phone and answered it.

“Hello ma’am our tow truck is about 5 to 10 minutes out from getting to you. We will call you as soon as we get word that he’s on his way back, and unfortunately you will have to come till tomorrow morning to get your quote.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

You walked back into the living room and grabbed your jacket.

“The tow truck will be here in 5 to 10 minutes so I’ll probably wait for it on your front porch. I can’t get a quote till the morning so I’ll probably order a taxi as soon as they leave with my car.”

“Let me just grab a hoodie and I’ll wait out there with you. Also youcanstayhereifyouwantto.”

He said the last part so fast as he tried to dart up the stairs.

“What?” you called from the bottom of the stairs.

He stopped on the second to last step and turned to face you.

“Yeah not to be to forward or anything but I’ve got plenty of rooms and I would hate to put you in a taxi from the middle of nowhere at almost 3 am. I have rooms that lock from the inside if that makes you feel any safer.”

You thought about the text from your best friend and all the times your friends made fun of you for being so “lame” and decided to take a risk.

“You know what I’d love that. Thank you.”

He smiled and shot you a thumbs up before descending into his room. He ran back down and accompanied you outside. It was completely dark outside, the street was just illuminated by the moon and the stars. You could see the tow truck approaching from some ways down the road.

“I have a duffel bag with clothes in my back seat so I’ll probably get that and bring it in.”

He nodded and followed closely behind you. You waited for a bit as the tow truck approached. The guy seemed nice but tired, considering as he made almost no small talk except to ask you to sign certain papers.

“I’ll see you in the morning ma’am,” he said climbing into his tow truck.

You and Tom quietly walked back to his house.

“Do you want me to show you the rooms?” he asked as soon as he locked all the doors behind him.

“Do you have a pool?”

“Yeah why?”

“Is it heated?”

“I believe so.”

“Are you up for a night swim? The sky is too beautiful to pass up a night swim with a new friend in summer, Tom Holland.”

He looked at you confused but intrigued.

“I really like where your head is at Y/N. I think this can be the start of a beautiful relationship-UHH I MEAN FRIENDSHIP.”

You laughed as his cheeks went a deep red this time, traveling all the way up to his ears.

“I’m going to go get changed and get some towels, the bathroom is right through there if you want to change in there,” he said as he started climbing up the stairs.

“Okay I’ll be waiting out there.”

You went into the bathroom and exhaled. This was something you’d never in a million years thought you’d be doing, but you were glad that you were. A cute British guy with a heated pool in the middle of nowhere? Even you weren’t dumb enough to pass up on that opportunity. You quickly changed into the bikini you packed in your duffel bag. You would usually beat yourself up for having the duffel bag in the first place considering you had it in there since the day your mom told you the chances of you needing an overnight bag in case of emergencies and you completely missed the joke about needing it for when you stay over at a guys house, but you were just happy you had an extra pair of everything right now.

You walked out of the bathroom at the same time Tom was walking down the stairs in nothing but swimming trunks. You could see his toned abs and arms and everything. It made your heart race. He walked up to you with a goofy grin and handed you a towel.

“You ready?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him and followed closely behind him admiring his back muscles.

Boy was this the best idea you’ve had for a while.

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