#nathan sharp x reader

@captainrose35​ - Oh no! I hope it gets better soon! This was really fun to write so I hope that this was the kind of thing you wanted! Hopefully this can cheer you up a bit from the week that you’re having. :)

Summary: Travelling was one of your favourite things to do as a child, going on road trips with your family and exploring. And everyone knows that travelling is only as good as the company that you keep...

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Watching the hills roll by the window as you travelled had been one of your favourite activities when you were a child, travelling from place to place with your family. But watching the hills with the pink and yellow lights of dawn behind them was a sight to behold. Always being one for the journey and not the destination, this had to be one of the most relaxing moments you’ve had all week. And everyone knows that the journey is only as good as the company that you keep.

Looking away from the window, you couldn’t help but smile down at the mop of black hair leaning against your shoulder, glistening in the light of a new day. It’s no surprise that he had fallen asleep again on the road, whereas you were a ball of excitement, unable to sleep at all. With all the shows he had already performed and the parties with friends afterwards, the only time the poor man could sleep was during these small bits of travel time, not being one to miss out on setting up and practicing. And boy what a week it had been! First Seattle, then Portland, Berkeley and only yesterday Los Angeles. And now, you, Nate, Andrew and the rest of the crew were heading down to San Diego. It may have only been a week since you all headed out for the tour, but the road ahead was going to be a long one. And one you and Nate wish wouldn’t end.

Thankfully though, you had saved up all of your leave from your job so you could join your boyfriend this time around. Knowing what a passionate workaholic he was, who knows what kind of state he would’ve wound up in by the time he came home.

“Probably would sleep for a week straight afterwards if he had his way. Just like last time.” You quietly chuckled to yourself, not wanting to disturb the rest of the bus, snoring away peacefully in their bunks. Unfortunately, the shaking of your shoulders as you remembered the last tour, where he literally stumbled through the front door with all of his suitcases into your arms and almost fell asleep there and then, woke him up from his slumber.

“Mmmm… Hey babe.” Nate murmured, just waking up and adjusting to the idea of being awake.

“Morning love. Nice nap?” You asked, giving him a kiss to the forehead as he slowly began sitting up properly. Stretching, he turned to face you properly.

“Oh yeah. Was having the best dream too. You want some coffee?” He asked, giving you a peck before getting up and tiptoeing to the tour bus’s kitchen unit, taking care not to wake the rest of the team up.

“Yes please. What was the dream about?”

“Oh, you know. Just the day we met.”

“You mean at Wreck’em Records?”

“Yeah, god I’m glad we actually managed to meet. You know Oldburg used to always talk about you b fire I’d ever met you, gushing about ‘the only customer in town who knows how to treat his beauties with care!’” Nate said, mimicking the voice of your friend and owner.

“Did he now? Well, I’ll have to thank him for putting in a good word for me.”

“I’ll say! I don’t think he could say a bad thing about you even if he tried. Not that I can either.”

“Well, to be fair, he always talked about how confident and kind you were too after we met. Just egging me on to ask you out every time I visited the shop.”

“And a good thing you did. We have a full year of memories to thank him for.” He chuckled, returning to the sofa, placing the coffees down on the table and kissing you, soft and slow like you were kissing the clouds in the dawn sky behind you.

“Mmmm… praise be to Oldburg and his meddling.” You chuckled when you were both finished, clinking your mugs together and drinking as you watched the hills turn to plains in silence. The kind of silence that didn’t require words but still oozed with love and affection for one another.

“How long until we get to San Diego?”

“About half an hour I’d say. Depends on what San Diego traffic is like.” You answered, looking up at the bus clock while tracing patterns on Nate’s arm as you leaned into him.

“Hoo boy! Last show of the week and half an hour before we gotta unload the gear again. Better wake up properly to mentally prepare myself for that again.” He laughed, downing the rest of his coffee.

“You know you shouldn’t push yourself too hard. Let me carry the amps in with the crew this time.”

“And let you push yourself after all the help packing up so far? Not a chance, not for my girl.”

“Hey! I’m strong too! Probably stronger than all of you guys combined!” You boasted, flexing your arms like the strong men you’ve seen on adverts, causing Nate to snort, holding his hand to his mouth to stop bursting out laughing and waking the whole bus up.

“I know, I know. The truest and bravest warrior on this bus! Doing the work no willing person wants to do. We are too blessed to have you.” He joined in, bowing as best as he could considering the cramped sofa and fold out table set up you both had going on at the moment.

“But luckily for us, we’ve got a free day after this show so we can de-stress from all of this. And I might just have some plans for us.”

“Oooo like what?” You asked, snuggling into his side as he draped an arm around you.

“Well… First thing on the agenda; a lie in breakfast in bed. The whole show! Pancakes, bacon, eggs. You name it, we’ll get it.”

“A lie in on a proper bed! God that sounds like heaven!” You gushed, remembering the flat, paper thin mattresses provided on the bus and shivering, earning a laugh from Nate and a kiss to your temple.

“Trust me, I feel you on that! Then, after leaving the hotel, we can go down to Balboa Park. Andrew’s been raving about how great and beautiful the place is, so I think you’ll really like it. Then, we can take a trip to Seaport Village. Last time I was down there, they had the best fish tacos I’ve ever had! You have to try them (Y/N)! When I tell you I almost cried at how how good they were...” He said, making an exaggerated chef’s kiss motion, making you crack up in a giggling fit, relaxing more into his side.

“Aaaaanyway, after that, we can chill at the beach. Catch some sun, swim in the ocean. Might even persuade a lucky someone to jam out and dance on the beach with me.”

“My, what a lucky person they’ll be.” You giggled, shifting yourself up a bit so you could hug him fully, carding your hands through his raven locks as he lazily stroked a hand up and down your back.

“After that, a quick change and we can meet the others in the evening to eat and shop and then, I was thinking we could walk along the Sunset Cliffs. We can look down on the town as the sun sets together. A beautiful view for my beautiful (Y/N).” He finished, pulling away slightly so he could steal a kiss from you as you daydreamed at what a great day was ahead of you tomorrow.

“Mmmmm… that sounds like such a great day! You’re so good at planning this stuff out!” You complimented, shifting to sit more onto his lap and  stealing a kiss back from him.

“Well… Andrew helped me with some of the planning and time management. But thanks (Y/N).

“Doesn’t matter. It’ll be great as long as you’re there.” You finished, pulling him into a longer kiss, tasting the coffee in his lips from the cup on the table. Wanting nothing more than to sit there and be like this forever. 

“Alright love birds, we’re five minutes away from the venue! Better wake up them buds of yours before we get there.” The bus driver shouted, entering the main square of San Diego, the plains turning into high rise buildings and shops.”

“Alright alright. Hey, get up you guys! We’re almost there.” Nate shouted back, rapping his knuckles against the door next to him until he heard his friend and tour guest groan in defeat.

“Well, here’s to a great show!” You cheered, clinking your mugs together one last time before you took them to clean up.

“Oh and Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“...”

“...”

“I’m unloading those goddamn amps today.”

“Over my dead- come back here you!” He shouted laughing as you leapt down the stairs of the bus before he could catch you and tickle you into submission.

Summary: You sit in while Nate is streaming.

Rating: Language

AN: Just a short little blurb :)

“Are you fucking kidding me!? That is bullshit!” Nate’s voice carried through the house. You stirred his drink and slowly lifted it up off the counter as you headed towards the stream room.

“No no no no no!” A small smile crept across your face, rounding the corner and entering the room. You set his glass down on his desk and returned to your spot in the bean bag chair in the corner of the room but not before peeking over his shoulder to see what had happened. He had lost one of his favorite Pokémon in battle, now he was red faced and slamming his fist down on the desk. You put your hand on his shoulder and shook your head.

“Thanks sweetie!” He chimed before focusing back on the game. The stream had been going on for almost four hours now and you were both getting tired. You didn’t even know why he wanted another drink. Usually he stopped after three. Picking your book back up, you snuggled back into your spot and got back to reading. You barely got into your book because you had been listening to him all night. You didn’t even know why you had chosen to read instead of playing a game or something.

“No!” Nate yelled again. You couldn’t help but laugh, earning a glare from your boyfriend. You took a sip from your drink and tried to focus on your book.

“Guys. This just isn’t my night. I don’t think I’m going to be playing much longer.” Nate sounded defeated. You set your book down and grabbed your phone, snapping a photo of Nate in his chair. You put it up on Instagram saying; “someone is having a rough night.” You giggled to yourself before picking your book back up. Another half hour past and Nate bid his viewers goodnight before shutting down the stream. He spun around in his chair to face you and let out an audible sigh.

“That was rough.” He laughed lightly. You smiled, getting up from your spot on the floor. You walked over to him and sat down in his lap.

“It was quite entertaining though.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling against his skin. Nate laughed again.

“I bet it was. For you.” He wrapped his arms around your frame and pulled you close.

“Now that we have time alone.” He wagged his eyebrows.

**NOTHING WRITTEN HERE IS TO BE TAKEN AS FACT! THESE ARE JUST HEADCANONS!**

Summary: Waking up first thing in the morning, all you want to do is grab your guitar and jam out to some of your favourite songs. Unfortunately, fate has other ideas, as your guitar strings decide to break. And so, you go out to get some new strings...

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Waking up to a weekend with no plans could be considered a luxury to you, with work constantly asking you to do extra shifts and overtime. And while the extra income is good, what you really wanted right now is some free time to do what you want, when you want. So when you wake up on that Saturday morning, with no surprise texts from your boss, you leap from your bed and immediately head towards your living room. Because you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You’re going to rock out like there’s no tomorrow!

Picking up your electric guitar from its stand and flopping down onto your sofa, you immediately start to fiddle with the pegs, preparing your beauty for the first song you want to play that day; Abandon Ship by Greek Fire. You begin on a high, playing through the beginning solo, singing your heart out on the chorus and getting up to dance along with the second verse. And it was going so well… until you got to the climax of the song. Just as you're about to play the solo before the final chorus, one of the guitar strings breaks with a twang.

“Well that’s annoying.” you think, quickly coming off of the high you just had playing such an energetic piece.

So you end up hunting around your apartment looking to see if you have any spare strings around, only to remember you used the last one when you were playing High Hopes with your best friend, promising yourself you’d get a new set the next day. Except you didn’t, because your boss made you work overtime next day… and the next… until it slipped your mind that you needed them in the first place.

“Oh well, it’ll do me good to get out and visit Oldburg. It’s been quite a while.” You thought as you shrugged to yourself.

Which was how you ended up eating a quick breakfast, getting dressed and walking down to the town centre, heading straight towards Wreck’em Records; an instrument and record shop specialising in alternative music records. And as you enter the shop, the cracked bell dinging the best that it could, you could immediately see old Olburg fiddling with something on the counter. He was a hulking biker looking guy, with a bushy grey beard and long hair. You met him a couple of days after moving to LA, trying to get your bearings of the town and stumbling across this little shop. And ever since, you’ve been one of his most loyal customers. Which is why when he sees you come in, he immediately drops whatever he was fiddling and comes around to hug you.

“(Y/N)! Good to see you! Thought you might’ve gone missing there for a second. Was just about to call the police!” He joked, releasing you from his bear hug and walking back to the counter.

“Yeah, sorry it’s been so long. Work’s got me working day and night with the staff shortage going on.”

“Don’t I know it. You should really quit that place you know. You shouldn’t have to work like a dog because they chopped people for profit. But I know you don't want to waste your precious day off talking about work. What can I do for ya?”

“Thanks. I just need some guitar strings.”

“Ahhhh. Gone through another set already have you? There should be some in the back. Feel free to look at the new guitars I just got in. No ones here at the moment, so it’s not like you’d be bothering anyone if you tested them out for me.” And with a knowing wink, he left for the backroom to see if he did actually have guitar strings.

Thankful that for once you got permission before immediately doing it anyway, you grabbed a sleek looking red and white guitar and started playing a few rifts, before settling on playing a quieter version of Paulina by The Dreadnoughts, just in case someone came in. Wouldn’t want to disturb any other customers for Oldburg now, would we? And just like at home, you got lost in the energy and power the song had, singing quietly to yourself and tapping your foot to the rhythm. But unlike back at home, you managed to finish the song without issue. Just as you were putting the guitar back, you were startled by a sudden clapping behind you. You don’t remember hearing that beaten up bell go off?

“Wooo! That was some good playing! What song was that?” The stranger asked, coming over from where he was leaning on the counter. You laughed awkwardly to yourself and said the song’s name as you took in this new person.

He looked like the kind of person you noticed coming into Wreck’em Records, and you might have actually seen him before here. But his black hair and ear stretchers didn’t seem familiar to you. Not that you were complaining. He suited the look well, with the confidence of someone who fully knew who they were and what they stood for.

“Well, That was quite the show! I’ll have to look that song up when I get back. I’m Nate by the way.” He says, sticking his hand out to shake.

“(Y/N)! Always nice to meet someone who likes this kind of music.” You reply, shaking his hand, causing him to smile at your comment.

“Tell me about it. These your guitars?” He asks, trailing a hand down the neck of a black and white copy of the guitar you just used.

“Nah, they’re Oldburg’s, the owners. I was just playing them while I was waiting for him to come back with some guitar strings. Where is he anyway?” You wondered, looking around to see if he too was going to sneak up behind you.

“Sweet! He wouldn’t mind if I tried this one out, right?” He asked, slinging the strap over his shoulder and tuning it up. He clearly knew what he was doing.

“Go for it, Mr music man.” You laughed, hopping up on the counter to watch the show.

And with one final smirk, that’s exactly what he did. He started playing a song that you’d never heard of but hit you in your very core. It was energetic and powerful and everything you loved in a song. He bounced and tossed his head to the tune. And that’s when you knew that you needed to know about this man. Whether that meant being just a friend, or whatever else came your way. Just as you finished this thought, he ended his set, and you started clapping energetically.

“That was sick Nate! I’ve never heard that song before!” You beamed, jumping off of the counter and walking towards him.

“Thanks! It’s actually one of my own songs. I’m planning to release it later, once I polish it up a bit more.” He grins, scratching his head and putting the guitar back.

“Fucking hell, I’ve got two rockstar aficionados now. Oi (Y/N)! Who’s your new mate?” Oldburg asks, walking in backwards while carrying armfuls of guitar wire.”

“Oh, this is Nate! Nate, this is Oldburg, the guy who owns the shop.” You introduce the pair to each other and they shake hands.

“Nate...Oh! You’re the guy who wanted to fix the loose tuning pegs on his guitar! I’m almost done with it, just gotta give the lady her strings. Sorry it took so long (Y/N), they got buried under all the spare parts that came in today.” He laughs, handing you the strings as you put the money on the counter.

“No worries, just meant I could have more fun here. Found some new songs to listen to as well.” You laughed, throwing Nate a look that made him grin.

“Hey (Y/N)! Before you go, you mind giving me your number? You play really well, and it’d be cool to jam out sometimes, or just hang out if that’s more your thing.” Nate asked as he fiddled with the phone he just pulled out of his back pocket.

“Oh, sure! It’d be awesome to play with you sometime, and maybe you can recommend me some new bands too.” You smile, quickly pulling out your phone and exchanging numbers with him.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. Guitar ain’t gonna string itself up! Talk to you later Nate! Bye Oldburg!” You grin, heading out of the shop, but not before giving him one last wave to the pair of them.

Summary: You woke up somewhere unknown. Now you’re trying to remember what happened last night.

Rating: Sexual Elements

AN: Ending is kinda shit sorry

You woke up with a jolt, looking around at the foreign room. Big windows, wooden flooring, big comfy bed that you were currently laying in. Naked that you may add. You rubbed your head and let out a soft groan. You couldn’t really remember what had happened last night but it left you with a nasty headache. You pulled the comforter over your body as you sat up against the headboard, looking around the room for your clothing. It had been scattered around the room, including your bra that had landed on a lamp next to the bed. You started to hear footsteps and your heart sped up. You wanted to shrink back into the bed and pretend you were sleeping but it was too late.

“Oh. You’re awake.” You blinked a few times, shocked at the figure in the doorway.

“Nate?” You questioned. He nodded slowly and then gave you a knowing look.

“You, don’t remember last night do you?” You shook your head slowly, giving him a small frown. Your head was pounding, you weren’t about to try and remember last nights events.

“It’s okay. We were both really drunk. We shouldn’t have done anything in the first place.” He started to chew on the inside of his lip.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” You asked, rubbing your head again.

“Oh!” He turned to the adjoining bathroom before coming back with a bottle of pain killers and a glass of water. He sat down in the edge of the bed and handed you the water first and then the tablets. You took them quickly, tilting your head back.

“Thank you.” You smiled. He nodded, giving you a bright smile back.

“Do you want breakfast? It might help with your headache.” You nodded. You weren’t about to skip on free food.

“I laid out some clothes for you if you want to change into something more comfortable instead of your dress.” He pointed to the end of the bed before getting up and heading out of the room. You nodded, watching him as he left. Bits and pieces started to come back as you slipped out of the bed, seeing your dress on the floor. He had been so gentle last night, minus the clothing tossed across the room. You grabbed the sweatpants and t-shirt and slipped into them before heading out into the kitchen.

“You really have a nice place here.” Your voice broke the sizzling of the bacon in the room. Nate looked up and smiled.

“Thank you. I actually moved in not too long ago.” You took a seat at the breakfast bar and watched him cook. He really did look cute in those glasses with his messy bed head. You mentally shook yourself and focused on the food.

“Do you remember last night?” You broke the silence again. Nate looked up from what he was doing again and sighed lightly.

“Yeah.” He turned around and grabbed a few eggs before cracking them into the skillet.

“Are you mad at me for not remembering?” Nate’s eyes went wide.

“No! Of course not! Don’t even think that!”

“I’m remembering bits and pieces.” A blush formed on your face. Nate grabbed a couple of plates and shifted the bacon and eggs onto them. He set one in front of you and took his as he leaned against the count top. You grabbed a piece of bacon and crunched into it.

“You don’t have to force yourself to remember Y/N.” He took a bite of his egg before smiling lightly.

“I want to remember.” The blush stayed on your face. Nate couldn’t help but blush as well.

“How’s your head.” He shifted subjects.

“Better, thank you.” He nodded, setting his plate aside. You pushed your empty plate aside and watched him as he watched you.

“Last night was fun.” He smiled. From what you could remember, it had been. You had never been with someone who treated you like Nate had. He moved around the counter and walked over to you. You turned towards him and let him move between your legs so you were only inches apart. He put a hand on the counter and leaned down.

“Nate.” You whispered.

“I just want to try something.” His lips pressed against yours. You didn’t pull away. The touch was warm and welcoming. And then it hit you. Everything came back as a flood. Nate stripping you down, him laying you down oh so carefully, his touches, the way he moaned your name. Everything came back as he kissed your lips. He pulled away and you audibly sighed. He gave you a light smirk as he put his hand on your thigh.

**NOTHING WRITTEN HERE IS TO BE TAKEN AS FACT! THESE ARE JUST HEADCANONS!**

So this is my first preference thing on this account. It’s probably not very good but if you like it maybe give it a reblog? Likes would also be appreciated but reblogs get my writing out there more and help people see it! Also I’m only going to be doing the egos that I know of since obviously I don’t know the others but if theres someone you want me to do comment and I’ll see about doing them too!

**NOTHING WRITTEN HERE IS TO BE TAKEN AS FACT! THESE ARE JUST HEADCANONS!**