→ a short story series as to how three powerful words can end up being so empty at the same time. 

summary: you have been in a relationship with jun for who knows how long at this point where you were used to being by each other by the hip. however, when the three familiar words that you used to say all the time start to feel empty, what does this mean for you both as a couple?

genre: angst, lovers to exes

pairing: jun x gender neutral reader

start: 11.26.20

end: 11.26.20

updates: ??

a/n: welcome to another au that will start pretty soon hehehe :)  I know that at the moment I'm kind of swamped with the oneshots for the fallin’ for you collection along with angel’s shot and the money talks series, however this will be a short project that will happen when you least expect it and yes there is angst :) I won’t say how this ends, nor will I include a taglist because this is like my element of surprise series! the goal for me is to post when you all least expect it so it’ll hurt more when the angst hits hehehe :)) anyways I hope you all enjoy the mini-series as much as I do!!

prologue

i. an empty home ii. sobriety iii. missing spark iv. I found someone else v. one more night

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader.

Warnings: angst, cheating, idk if there’s more, please tell me.

Sumary: You just can’t say I love you anymore.

A/N: Hi, it’s my first time posting something I wrote in here... also english isn’t my first language so there may be a few mistakes in there. This was lightly inspired by the song “Three Empty Words” by Shawn Mendes. Hope you like it and pleaaaaase give me some feedback. :)

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How long has it been since you stopped loving each other? You honestly couldn’t tell. Maybe a couple weeks, maybe a few days, maybe even months, who knows? It all happened as gradually as you fell in love. You have been in a relationship with Tom for almost 3 years, and it had been great, but you got lost somewhere and you can’t pinpoint where.

It all had happened really fast at the beginning: you met, you went on a date, you fell for each other, and within six months of dating you moved in with him to his house and it all felt so right, you loved him, and he loved you. He supported your every move and you supported his. You were great to each other, loving and respectful towards the other, everyone said you were meant to be together, and maybe it was true back then, but now… not so sure.

Now you can’t remember the last time you actually talked to each other, other than “did you take out the trash?” “When do we have to pay the light bill?” “I’m off to work” and stuff like that, you never even crossed a word, you didn’t even say “good morning” anymore, not to mention the four letter word that you used to yell to each other at every given moment, now it’s really hard to even call him by his name.

Tom had always been cuddly, he always made sure you were snuggled onto him when you went to bed, he even had to make sure you were on good terms after a fight so he could cuddle with you at night, but now, you still sleep in the same bed, but your backs are always facing each other, and he stays in his side of the bed and you stay on yours, a whole third person could fit in the space you left between your bodies, who know when was the last time you actually had sex, you don’t even want each other anymore.

That afternoon when you came back from work, you found it odd that Tom’s car was parked in front of the house, but you didn’t say anything, instead you just walked in the house only to find a strange looking purse in the coffee table, along with Tom’s jacket, confused but not thinking or saying anything yet, you went upstairs, you hadn’t reach the top half of them when you heard a girl moaning your boyfriend’s name, you still remained calm and collected, you couldn’t even feel angry or mad, if anything, you felt relieved that you now had a good excuse, so you went back downstairs as quietly as possible so they wouldn’t hear you, you took a piece of paper and a pen and left a note right beside the purse that read:

“Tom, text me when she leaves, please.

-(Y/N)”

You went out to the nearest coffee shop and waited for Tom’s text, in the meantime you called your best friend and told her you had broken up with Tom, but you didn’t tell her he cheated, you frankly didn’t want to make fuss about the whole situation, you just asked her to help you pack and to let you stay with her while you look for a new place for yourself, Tom’s text arrived about half an hour later, a simple “Hey” appeared on the screen, you did open it but didn’t reply, instead you drove back to the house.

When you opened the door Tom was sitting in the couch, the note still in his hands, you wordlessly sat in the opposite end of it and looked at him for a second before speaking, “you should know better than to bring a girl home when I think you’re working and you know I’m gonna be home early.” You said calmly, a hint of amusement in your voice, you were trying to make this as easy as it could be.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Listen…” he didn’t say the full sentence, he went completely silent as if looking for the words he needed.

“Tom, I know, it’s okay. I’m honestly not surprised you had to do this, a little disappointed, yes, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t consider doing the same. I get it” he looked down at his hands, but your eyes stayed fixed on his face. “How long has this been going on for?” you suddenly asked, it even surprised you because you definitely didn’t mean to ask that.

“A week or so, but it’s nothing, it means nothing to me, it’s just sex and nothing more.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, I know we haven’t been okay for a while.” he was looking at you now, his face was a sad, you could tell he was sorry, and you were sorry too.

“We can work it out.” Tom’s voice came as a whisper, and your lip curled a little, because even after all of this, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me.” You told him directly, he was taken aback, but he kept his eyes fixed on yours, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, his eyes fell to look at his hands again and you saw his eyes getting glassy with tears.

“I- I can’t.” he simply stated before a single tear fell to the couch.

“Me neither, Tom” You said and he looked at you, with his eyes still full of tears, you offered a sympathetic smile and he offered you one back, you stayed silent for a couple minutes, the only audible thing were the little sobs you two would let out, both of you crying, not much because it hurt to break up, but because it hurt that it didn’t work out.

Packs Shawn Mendes + Demi Lovato 

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