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sapiowoman28 · 3 years ago

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Whipped Part 2: Summoned by the queen

Pairing: Jeno and May

Genre: friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: mentions of agressive/abusive guys, mentions of kinks, also, smut with oral (female receiving) and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

"We have a problem." Renjun said as he looked up from his breakfast of buttered toast.

"I know," Jeno sighed. "Jaemin and Y/N."

It wasn't them per se that was the problem. it was the fact that they had to get it on "every single fucking night" as Renjun put it, disturbing the peace and quiet in the house at a time when everyone was trying to sleep.

Ok, almost everyone.

"What problem?" Haechan asked, completely oblivious because he was always gaming with his noise cancelling headphones on.

"The noise problem." Jeno said. Haechan looked at him, forming an O with his mouth.

"We now know all of Jaemin's kinks," Renjun made a face. "One day he's in control, another day she's in control. And that daddy kink..."

"Stop!" Jeno covered his mouth. "I don't need to be reminded."

An evil grin appeared on Haechan's face.

"What about May?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Jeno. "What kinks does she have?"

"None of your business," Jeno frowned.

"I heard she likes blowjobs." Renjun added, as Y/N came into the kitchen/dining area.

"Is she a spitter or a swallower? she asked.

"Can you guys just stop?" Jeno growled. "Stop talking about May that way.

The gang let out a series of "ooohs" but went silent as Jeno glared. He had enough of them, and grabbed his car keys, leaving the house.

His phone beeped as he got into his car. He unlocked it. It was May. They had been texting to and fro non stop for a few days now, and it was always light and flirty these days. He had to admit she was charming. And funny. And cute. With a nice ass. (He was an ass man) He could see why the losers behaved like idiots around her.

"What you up to?" she asked.

"Trying to escape my irritating housemates." he replied.

"Come over. My parents just left for a trip this morning and my housekeeper is off." she replied. "You still owe me that lickjob."

He grinned. He liked how direct she was. No games to be played.

The queen had summoned, and he was eager to make his way there.

She was wearing a pink robe when she greeted him at the door.

"My lady," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. She giggled.

"You may enter." she said, putting on a fake British accent.

He stepped in, but she was impatient, pulling him by the hand to her bedroom.

The room was fairly big, natural light let in by big windows that lined three sides of the room. It wasn't his first time there - he had been there with various friends before.

It was nicely furnished, and the walls were in earthy colours. There was a big bed in the center with lots of pillows on it and a large fluffy looking blanket.

On one side of the room was her computer where she played her games and did her assignments and on the other, her dressing table which she hardly used because of her distaste for too much make up. Next to it was a door that led to her walk in closet.

"Strip," she ordered. He complied, doing a little strip tease, his eyes never once leaving hers. She had a smirk on her face, clearly appreciating his muscular body.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Yes. Very much." she smiled, untying her robe, letting it slip to the floor. "What about you?"

Jeno pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, eyes dark and breathe heavy.

"What do you think?" he asked, before cupping her face in his hands and kissing her passionately, . Her lips were soft and smelled of cherry chapstick. Their tongues engaged in combat, pushing and flicking against each other.

She responded with a contented sigh.

"You're a good kisser, Jeno." she said coyly when their lips finally seperated.

"So are you." he said, voice now low and husky. Slowly, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, to her chest. He felt her squirm beneath him.

"Hush," he said, touching his finger to her lips. "Let me do the work. I want you to just lie back and enjoy this."

She nodded, smiling. He resumed his kisses, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while playing with the other. He heard her gasp. Smiling to himself, he gave her nipple a little nibble and she let out a moan.

"Don't stop, Jeno." she begged.

He continued teasing her nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other. Her moans were making him hard. There was nothing more he wanted now than to fuck her. But he wanted her to have as much pleasure as possible too.

Slowly he left kisses on her stomach, and then her thighs. He could smell her arousal, and saw that her core was glistening.

"You're wet." he chuckled.

"Stop teasing and do your work." she said.

He wasted no time, flicking his tongue over her clit. She squealed. Spreading her open, he spent time exploring her folds with his mouth, slowly but meticulously, until she was thrashing against him. He pushed two fingers into her, thrusting it in and out, quickening his tongue.

From her cries he was sure she was close. He pushed a third finger in. And that was it. She came, grabbing his head against her core, and he lapped up as much as he could.

He slowly made his way up as she came down from her high, and he took her in his arms.

"Thanks," she said, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He stroked her back.

Silence.

Then she felt her hand reach for his cock.

Slowly, she stroked it. It was already hard and ready and oozing precum, but with her expert hands, he felt like he could come any moment.

She made her way down.

"Stop," he said, gabbing her by the shoulders. She looked at him questioningly.

"Forget the blowjob. I want you to ride me," he begged. She giggled, climbing on top of him, impaling herself on his large member.

He was shocked. She was tight. And very warm.

"Oh my goodness." he said as she started to move.

"What?" she asked.

"You feel so good." he grabbed her face and kissed her again.

She moved her hips and he felt like he could come any moment. But he wanted to last for her. Holding onto her waist, he supported her, making her ride less tiring, and played with her nipples as her breasts bounced.

The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the air, as both Jeno and May moaned and panted in pleasure.

"Baby, I'm close." he said.

"Come for me!" she gasped.

"No, I want you to come first." he said. "I won't come until you come again."

She nodded, intensifying her speed, her moans getting louder. He reached for her clit, rubbing her. She stiffened, letting out a cry and calling his name as she came. As he felt her tighten around him, he came too, holding her tight.

Slowly, she got off him, and settled in his arms.

"I love you," he muttered, kissing her forehead.

He only realised what he had said when her eyes grew huge with horror.

"As a friend!" he said quickly. "I love you as a friend! I don't do relationships, remember?"

Her faced relaxed. He realised how close he was to getting thrown out of her house.

“Thank you, my loyal subject” she said, in her fake British accent, before snuggled back in his arms.

The next few days were a blur. All he could do was think about her. They continued to text each other, teasing and flirting with each other. He wanted to ask to see her again, but he didn't want to be too aggressive with her after the amount of aggression she had to put up with from other guys.

A couple of times they video called and had video sex. But she never asked to see him again. He wasn't sure what to do.

He couldn't talk to any of his friends about it, they would only tease him. He tried going for long runs, but while running he still thought about her too. Her soft mouth, her tongue, her moans. Everytime he thought about her he was turned on. It didn't help that night after night he had to listen to Jaemin and Y/N. It made him want to see May even more.

Then one night, he got a call from her.

"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the frat house." she said. She didn't sound good, and he rushed as soon as he could to the frat house.

He found her sitting at the stairs leading up to the entrace of the house, looking lost and distracted.

"Are you ok?" he asked, throwing his jacket around her as she was shivering.

"Drive me home," she said.

He tried to ask her what had happened, but she wouldn't say anything. The entire ride was silent.

"Thanks," she said, when they finally arrived at her place.

"Tell me what happened." he pleaded.

"I was studying with two of the guys from the frat, and they tried to be funny with me. When i said no, they said i had no right to be picky cos i was the campus whore. And they asled me to leave." she said, refusing to look at him.

Jeno punched his steering wheel in anger.

"Why didn't you tell me just now? I would have..."

"Would have what, Jeno? Beat them up? You're one, they're two. Who's going to end up with a broken jaw?"

He tried to hug her. She pushed him away.

"Don't touch me, please." she said.

"I'm sorry."

Silence.

"I'll be fine." she said, getting out of the car as he watched helplessly.

"Can i come in? We could hang out. I won't touch you." he said, not wanting to leave.

"I think you need to be careful about hanging around me too much," she said. "You don't want them to talk about how you're hanging out with the campus whore."

He tried to protest, but she had already ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

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softweebqueen · 5 years ago

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👋 hello 👋 I’m new so can I get some spicy sero smut, I saw that you did sero so I was like yess let’s ask, that’s if your ok with it! But thanks a whole bunch!!!👌👌💕💕

~ So I broke this up into two parts because I know I would never post it if I didn’t. So this is the first part and part number two will be up soon. I just am really bad at the spicy stuff so I need so much help from my friends. Also it’s like 3 in the morning while I’m posting it and I have not done any editing to it so ignore my mistakes.~

Fun Fact: Characters are aged up.

The lights were low in the hazy smoke-filled room. The reek of stale beer and burnt out cigarettes swirled around the air burning those nostrils of anyone who walked in from outside. Bodies filled the tables and the booths while music played in the background drowning out the sounds of their conversations. The bar was surrounded by those who had already drunk too much and found pleasure in harassing the bartenders. The occasional single attractive female would find herself sitting on a stool with a drink in her hand but would soon retreat back to her group of friends when approached by the bar’s seemingly endless amounts of creeps. Their hands traveling places where they didn’t belong and their mouths speaking words that no girl would ever want to hear from a stranger.

You couldn’t help but wonder how in the world you ended up here in the place you hated the most. Of course, you’ve been here before on lonely nights. Those nights were never as busy as it is now. You were unaware of the reason for it being so busy but you were forced into being at this bar by one of your roommates. It was a rare occasion that everyone was able to get together. Someone was always busy or none of you could agree on one thing. This was a difficult task when there are six of you living under one roof.

Some times you question why you chose to move in with the rowdy group that you call your friends. You would soon remember how convincing your best friend Mina is though. She was the reason all of you moved in together. The reason you put your sanity on the line to live with four boys and one other girl. There were perks to being in the same house as these nutcases though. Katsuki always cooked due to him hating how awful everyone else’s food tastes. Eijiro is surprisingly a clean freak so he does most of the chores. Denki was the idiot of the group which provided everyone with entertainment. Mina is like the house’s personal therapist and everyone’s best friend. Hanta… Well, Hanta was a completely different story. Living with him came with perks that only you benefitted from.

It started on a lonely night when the two of you were home alone with a cabinet full of liquor. Gentle experimental touches were exchanged that night. It soon turned into late-night texts when either of you felt like you needed to feel something. Your roommates began to suspect that the two of you were sleeping together, however, the two of you would very quickly deny it. There was a time where you were almost caught in the shower with him. After that incident, you guys agreed to be ancient history. Your agreement didn’t last long. The two of you were right back at it within a week, continuing your late-night fucks almost weekly now. He was just so… intoxicating. When you were with him with your bodies pressed together, it was a whole different type of high. There also came along the certain thrill of being able to sleep with someone whenever you pleased without the commitment.

“This is lame.” Hanta Sero grumbled as he sat in the seat to the right of you. “Where is everyone else?” The two of you had been sitting at a table waiting for your housemates to join you for the past hour. You passed the time by drinking more thanyou should have, however, you couldn’t stop due to the tall lean boy bringing drinks back to the table for you. In fact, he had just come back from the bar to place a drink right in front of you. You wasted no time downing the drink, feeling the buzz of the one too many drinks coursing their way through your system.

“You know they probably aren’t going to show up. It wouldn’t be the first time.” You pointed with a small shrug of your shoulder. It was usual for them to be late when all of you would get together. Sometimes they wouldn’t even show up. You didn’t mind the little bit of alone time with Sero though. He is good company even when the two of you aren’t fucking. He is laid back, funny, and has such a calming effect on those around him.

“I wouldn’t mind some alone time with you. It’s been a while.” You leaned in close to him whispering in his ear. Your lips brushing against the soft spot just below his ear before moving away. A loud familiar voice pulled your attention away from the boy who sat next to you. Across the bar was a rowdy group that you called your friends. The ash-blonde boy arguing with the two other boys. The short pink-haired girl, waving frantically when she made eye contact with you. Her lips were moving but the other sounds of the bar filled your ears. You watched as they slithered between the groups of people just to get to the table. Your eyes scanned their figures. If you said they clean up nicely, you wouldn’t be lying. Mina had to have something to do with it because there was no way in hell Denki and Eijiro dressed themselves. They both looked too good. Not too fancy. But not too casual. Just the right mix that made your foggy mind start to wander places where it shouldn’t.

“I’m sorry we’re so late! It was impossible to get Ei to change out his damn crocs.” Mina grumbled as she sat at the table, noticing just how many empty shot glasses and pints littered the top. “You guys didn’t wait for us?!” Her laughter was so light and playful that you couldn’t help but grin. Without her, you were sure this group would have fallen apart a long time ago. Maybe not fall apart but you all would not be living in the same house.

“I couldn’t help myself. You know how I am when there’s liquid courage around.” You admitted sheepishly as your eyes locked with Denki’s. The corner of your lips tugging up into a smirk. Oh, the hell you were going to put him through just for the sole purpose that he was the unlucky fool who sat across from you. “I do have to say that you look pretty good right now, Denki… However, I think you’d look better on top of me.” Your coy smile not matching the words that came out of your mouth. A brief silence fell over the table while all their eyes flashed between you and Denki. The table shifted from the weight of you leaning forward and resting your chin in your hand.

“Alright… You need to calm down and lay off the drinks, you nasty.” Mina scolded you, throwing a paper coaster at you playfully which you tried to catch but only failed terribly. It was a sure sign that you were a bit tipsier than you’d like to admit. It was the childish smile that you flashed in her direction that made her shake her head, laughing. “Well since we’re all here, I can finally explain why we had to come to this specific bar on this specific night.” She looked down at her phone only to check the time as she spoke. “Here in about thirty minutes, karaoke night begins and we all need to loosen up and enjoy ourselves!” The collective groan she earned from the lot of you only coaxed a devilish grin out of the pink girl. How you guys were stupid enough to fall for such an obvious scheme was a whole mystery.

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The night quickly passed by as the hours were filled with chit chat, mindless flirting, and downing a few drinks here and there. Your friends even convinced you to sing a solo but other than that you wouldn’t go up unless one of them was singing with you. Most of the time it was just you and Mina having the time of your lives. The time speedily approaching the early hours of the morning. At this point, you were drunker than the others who sat at your table. Denki had joined in with you when it came to drinking, almost catching up to you but didn’t quite get to your leg. A large portion of the night, the two of you becoming touchy and flirty with each other. As this went on, the lean boy next to you only grew tenser, watching the way you acted with the blonde across from you.

He had stopped drinking a while ago just so he could keep an eye on the two of you. It was driving him insane. The way you would pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as Denki spoke to you. How you would lean in only centimeters away from the other boy’s face just to say something to him. All the snide and dirty comments leaving your lips. It was really starting to get on his nerves. Hanta Sero knew that there was nothing between the two of you that would make you tied down to him however that didn’t stop the jealousy that rose up in his chest as he watched your feather-light touches brushed against Denki’s skin. You were his plaything and he wasn’t just going to let some ripoff Pikachu steal you away.

You finally noticed how tense the boy next you was as you leaned against him, holding your stomach as you tried to suppress the giggles that Denki pulled from your lips with a stupid joke that would normally only make you roll your eyes. When you finally pulled yourself together, it was impossible to hide the smirk on your lips. It took long enough for Sero to get so worked up. You were unsure if you would be able to keep up your game with Denki for much longer. Of course, you loved Denki but you could never imagine yourself doing anything with him. He was like a brother to you.

“A little tense are we? Do you need some help loosening up?” You whispered and leaned in close to the raven-haired boy. Your lips brushing against the shell of his ear while your hand came to rest just above his knee. Laughter threatened to spill from you when you saw the stupid look on his face. He seemed to be frozen in fear. Neither of you had ever been very touchy with each other in public so he had a right to be taken aback by your actions. “Just relax… I’ll help you loosen up.” You purred quietly before laying your head on his shoulder, looking at your other friends who were engaged in a seemingly heated argument about something you couldn’t care less about.

Feather-light touches brushed against the rough material of Sero’s jeans as your fingers trailed up his thigh, stopping to squeeze gently when it seemed his attention was pulled away by someone at the table. You continued the conversation that you had been having with Denki all the while. Though you drug out your teasing touches, Sero prayed that time would slow down. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if your teasing continued to work it’s way up his thigh. It wasn’t long until all eyes were on him, mouth agape from the gasp that your touch pulled from him. Your fingers brushing against the tent in his ever so tightening jeans, the innocence and fake concern plastered on your face as you looked at him like everyone else only frustrated him more. Tonight was going to be a long night for you.

“Bro, you okay? Do you need anything?” Kirishima was genuinely concerned for his friend considering how Sero was squirming and gritting his teeth like he was in pain. The raven-haired boy scrunching up as his brows furrowed together, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. If only his friends knew the torturing he was enduring. How the feeling of your hand cupped against the bulge in his jean, applying light pressure as you rubbed him up and down, was driving him so far up the wall that he almost considered bending you over the table. He considered fucking you in front of all of your friends and everyone else in this bar so they knew just how much of a slut you are for him.

“Hanta… Do you need some water?” Your sweet voice filling his ears as he turned to glare at you, the root of his current problem. To prevent this from going any further, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist as he mumbled something about being perfectly fine. He applied more pressure to your wrist as he moved it away from his crotch before letting it go and drop to your side. His head turning to meet your gaze, giving you a look that could mean that you were completely and absolutely both figuratively and literally fucked.

“I think it’s best to be the time that I go…” You rubbed the side of your neck with a small smile. Your friends now shifting their attention from Sero to you. Pouts forming on Denki and Kirishima’s lips. They began to beg you to stay awhile longer. Stay for a couple more drinks. Sing a song or two more with them. There were many appealing offers however you know if you stayed longer and drank anymore, you’d get yourself in even more trouble.

“Just one more song. Sing for us one last time.” Mina begged with big sad puppy dog eyes burning into your soul. To deny her request would be like denying a starving puppy a bite of your ham sandwich. It was impossible to deny her request. Even if you weren’t already drunk it would be impossible. The table teetered slightly as you used as an aid to stand up from your seat.

“One last song then I’m gone. Out of here.” A quiet sigh escaping but you couldn’t hide the smile on your lips as your friends cheered for you.

~ Heh. I promise the second part will have the spice you desire. It may not be good spice but it will be spice. Also gotta tag my favorite Hanta Sero lover @fourteenow ~

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curlyhairallday · 5 years ago

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Bump and Dumps -Part Two

Here is part two hope you like it.

Hattie had quickly realised after jumping in her yellow vw beetle on her escape from Harry their memories together were so ingrained into her life there was no way to forget him even temporarily. Even her car which she had nicknamed sunny was a constant reminder of him, he had gifted her the car as a graduation present when she’d finished university. It had been her dream car since she could remember the old fashioned Beetle was such an iconic car in her eye and she had been blown away that her best friend had given her such an amazing gift. Her and Harry had also made many memories on the back seat of her car. As she began driving down the M25 she began to panic Hattie left everything in her life to chance she trusted in the universe to lead her the correct way. I mean why wouldn’t she trust it, for it was chance that had led her to Harry originally but right now as she was driving down the M25 she realised she had removed chance. For the first time in her life she had taken a decision into her own hands.

She took a deep breath as she neared her child home in a small countryside village on the outside of London. It was no ideal for her to commute to work but it would be a temporary solution to a massive problem. The next issue was explaining the situation to her parents as she pulled up outside her little home in the middle of nowhere she felt completely broken she had not lived at home since she had left for uni at 18. She grabbed Muffin and her handbag deciding to get the rest of her limited possessions tomorrow. Muffin stirred and began to meow in confusion she had only ever been but in her cat box for the short tube journey to the vets. Hattie quickly unlocked her parents door luckily she still possessed her key. She knew her mum would be in bed but her Dad would luckily be asleep on the sofa with a random documentry in the background.

She was right she saw her Dad snoring away on the sofa she put her bags and muffin down and cuddled up to her Dad.

“Claire?” her dad questioned groggily opening his eyes.

“Hattie? Wait what are you doing here.” he sat up starring up at his daughter confusion flooding his face.

“Missed you.” she sighed snuggling further into her Dad who quickly recipriocated.

After ten minuted of her and her father hugging in silence he spoke.

“Come on then lets get to bed.” Hattie grabbed muffin and her bag following her Dad upstairs to her small childhood bedroom which unfortunately still possessed poster of the one and only Harry Styles.

“Night Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too Harriet, we will discuss everything tomorrow ok?” she quickly nodding knowing her father knew something was wrong. I mean it was kind of obvious when his almost 24 year old daughter turned up at home at 11:30 at night.

She closed her door and let Muffin out her carrier, she decided that she should probably turn on her phone and alert Harry to her taking Muffin as she had forgotten to mention it and was worried he had not noticed the carrier as she had left. Immediately as her phone turned on it sprang to life 60 messages and 34 missed calls.

21 Missed Calls from Harold

4 Missed Calls from Gem

1 Missed Call from Jeffo

2 Missed Calls from Em

6 Missed Calls from Mitch

Her texts were no better, although a few were from work about a hearing on Monday and new elements to the case she was helping represent the majority were from Harry. Emily had messaged to say she knew I had told Harry and hoped I was alright and that I was welcome to my old room as she had never gotten a new housemate after I had moved out mainly as she had never needed one in the first place and Hattie knew the offer although it was genuine was from a place of pity. She began to read through Harry’s messages.

Please come back Hat, I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.

Can you let me know you are alright and safe please.

Hattie.

This isn’t fair you didn’t give me a chance to explain. It’s my baby too Hattie.

I am sorry baby.

Please come home, I love you.

Hattie I will give you tonight but tomorrow we are talking about this I won’t let you go.

The messages continued going between desperation, declarations of love and anger which was immediately followed by an apology. Although, Harry had a temper he always realised when it had revealed its ugly head and rein it back straight away. Muffin came and curled up on her chest as she began to sob the little fur ball was very comforting and always seem to know when Hattie was down.

Gemma had also messaged her offering a place to stay for a little break and had briefly even mentioned a congratulations on the baby and her excitement to have Hattie around forever. She knew Harry would confide in Gemma and although she and Gemma were friends she knew Harry was her first priority and she was glad that he had her.

Jeff had asked her to call him back or Harry and had even joked that there was little he could do with a emotionally broken rock star.

She kept reading Harry’s messages over and over finding comfort in his words but she knew she couldn’t do anything until she was no longer confused about him, her future and of course the baby. She sent Harry a quick message.

I am safe. Muffin is with me. I will call you sometime next week.

Harry was on the phone to Gemma when he saw her text he let out a sigh of relief, one because he thought that he had accidentally let Muffin out when he had gone to see if Hattie had truly gone and he knew how much that cat meant to her if he lost Muffin he may as well give up on ever speaking to her again. Although part of him had secretly hoped the cat had escaped so he could demand her to come back and search for her. Secondly, because he knew she was safe which was an absolute priority for him always had been thats why inside the house they had military level security cameras. He also installed the cameras so no matter where he was he could check she was safe he would also check she was up in the morning for work so he’d know if she was sick or running late which was something Hattie hated. He could also check she was safe home from work.

Over the three years he had tried to find a suitable match he had tried to set Hattie free he knew she couldn’t stand fame, the press or attention that's why he had always refused her to be his girlfriend. He knew he had been selfish to make her move in with him but at the time he had reasoned with himself that it was in her best interest but he knew its because he needed her. Every girl had not compared to her Camille was hopeful but she didn’t have the determination, wonder and compassion Hattie possessed. When she had first said she was pregnant he was so happy it meant that as Hattie would say the universe had confirmed he could have her. It no longer seemed like a selfish action to him, he hadn’t realised how rejected Hattie felt as soon as he realised when he was with Camille that Hattie had started to look for places elsewhere he had ended it immediately. This is what was leading to him getting into him car at 3am to drive an hour and a half to his love.

He panicked during the drive what if she rejected him? What if she doesn’t want the baby? He had fallen in love with the idea of a tiny human half him and half Hattie since the moment he met her. He was going to prove to her he did love him he did want her and he was no longer selfish he would even give up touring his second album for her and the baby if she needed him too. He’d give up everything if it meant he could have her because after three years of her he realised he couldn’t deal without her as cliche as it sounded.

Harry knocked on her door he was unsure what welcome he would get as not only was it 4:30am but he had also knocked up their daughter and caused her to leave in the middle of the night. He knew that if it was his daughter this had happened to he would knock out the guy.

“Hello Harry I expected you to not be far behind.” Hattie’s dad Simon spoke well Harry took the fact he didn’t seem angry as a good sign. Maybe Hattie had not disclosed the situation to her parents.

“Hello Simon, I am sorry it is so early.” Harry shook Simon hand and followed him into the little home. He had always loved coming here mainly due to the pictures of a small Hattie coating every wall. Also the smell of vanilla and cinnamon smell which was very closely linked to Hattie she made their own home possess the same smell.

“So why don’t you tell me what is going on? Hattie didn’t seem up to discussing things but seeing as it is just us men tell me why I should not make you leave right now. As it is obvious you have hurt my daughter.”

“Hattie is pregnant.”

Simon rose quickly from his seat his face turning red with anger.

“Tell me right now you did not tell her to get rid of my grandchild.”

“No no I would never there is nothing I want more.” Harry defended himself quickly imagining the chubby little baby a similar one to the photo of Hattie on the wall with chunky little fat rolls and a cheeky smile.

“I think she is confused. She doesn’t think what we have is enough.”

“What do you have?” Harry knew he had to tread carefully even though Hattie was a liberal spirit especially before she met Harry. He had told him stories of her losing her virginity at 4am with her next door neighbour a boy three years older than her at just 15 under the apple tree in her garden. Although, He knew her parents were very traditional every time he had stayed here they would be put in separate room as he would sneak in at 2am to hers.

“It is confusing but I love her. I really do please I need to make her understand. I want her I want the baby I would marry her tomorrow if that’s what she needs.”

“Hold on a second there. I think you should walk before you can run son.”

Hattie sat hidden on the stairs listening to there conversation sadly though she knew he was only panicke due to her leaving and maybe he was fearful she would hide the baby from him. She knew he didn’t mean those things because if he did, he wouldn’t have waited three years to realise.

Hope you enjoy Part 2. Let me know if you have any questions or want a part three. Also does everyone love Hattie as much as me wish I was her. T x

#harry styles #the vamps #harry styles fanfction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction #one direction fanfiction

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trex98dreams · 4 years ago

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Chapter 11: Housemates

Jackson & Youngji's Apartment.

Y/N’s POV

That night, I told the guys about what happened. I told them I've forgive Jungkook and now that we're okay, I ask Hanbin to take him a tour around since he's new. The guys were kinda worried since I've been out for a few hours and they're afraid that i might get kidnapped by him.

Silly them.

The weird thing is, Jimin doesn't even say a word about him. Maybe because he didn't knew about Jungkook's past with mine. I think he's just upset that i never told him about Jungkook before.

I cleared my throat. "Hey, urmm you okay?" I ask. He bit his lip, an upset pouts were displayed.

"So.. that's Kookie? It's just that.. i don't understand why you never told me about you and him, we're best friends right?" He said.

See? Told you he's upset.

I let out a huge sigh. "Jimin, he's not somebody i should brag about at you, i don't want to look pathetic since you already know, most guy that i had a crush on never ends up with me, and i met him even before you.." i trailed.

"You're not pathetic Y/N. Stop saying that, you know i would never think of you like that. Besides, what's the difference if I know? That doesn't explain why you never told me about him," Jimin said and I stayed quiet.

I zoned out, thinking about those times where he did just as same by hiding his relationship from me. But that was until he panickly interrupt.

"Wait! I'm sorry Y/N. I- i shouldn't say that. We've been in this situation before and i don't want to lose our friendship again. I-i understand if you didn't want to tell me about it.." he rambles. I smile, knowing that he's afraid that he blew off our friendship again.

I look at him and replied, " It's fine, you're just worried and curious, i get that. Thank you for worrying about me, Jimin." I told him and his frown turns into a smile.

I went to the kitchen to help Youngji and Dahyun, leaving Jimin to play video games with Hanbin and Jackson when my phone vibrated and as i open, I smiled, thinking how on earth today could get any better.

1 New Text Message.

From: Oppa♡

Jagi.. how are you doing today? You ok? I miss you so much. Just asking how you were since i'm dying here without you. Call me, I love you sweetheart. xoxo.

...

5 days later.

"What? What do you mean i can't stay there anymore?" Jimin asks panickly. Hanbin massage his temple.

"Listen Jimin, I have told the fraternity, I even help you make a report to the student council so you can stay there but there's no more room! The internship students are back early and there's no way those douche bags are gonna let newbies like you stay at their place," Hanbin stated.

This was new. I have heard about the stupid fraternity Hanbin was at, the only kind one there was Hanbin and his roommate. Jimin was lucky that he got a dorm when he arrives but now that the internship students are back a month early, he's going to be kicked out.

"Ok.. when can i start packing my stuff?" Jimin asks sadly.

"Urm.. i hate to break it to you but they want it to be done by tomorrow morning, Sorry Jimin. I can't do anything, they'll kicked me out too if i react overly, seniors," Hanbin scoffs.

"What about other frats? Not even a single dorm available?" Jackson asks Hanbin. He shook his head.

"I tried looking, asking a few students but they aren't any available right now, so, sorry bro," Hanbin adds.

Jimin let out a huge sigh. He must felt terrible. "Hey, we can let you stay at our place before you can find a new dorm, if that's okay with you?" Youngji offered him but i can see that Jackson strongly rejects those idea.

Jimin shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, But no thank you. You guys are like a married couple. I can't live with a married couple." He joked but i knew his mind was everywhere.

I didn't say anything. It's quiet for about 5 minutes before suddenly Dahyun turns to look at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Y/N, You said you need more housemates right? is that room in your apartment still available?" She asks. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah.. and what are you implying now Dahyun..?" I ask her.

She giggles. "My idea is, maybe you can share your apartment with Jimin! He needs a place to stay and you need more money to pay the rent. Perfect!" Dahyun suggest.

I think back for a moment. Me and Jimin had just re-build our friendship, it'll definitely be a bit awkward living together with a former best friend. Plus, Seokjin wouldn't like this idea of having a guy housemate but neither less, i can't let Seokjin keep helping me pay the rent when i'm the one whose always here. Poor him.

I think for a minute while Jimin look at me with his puppy eyes.

"Well? Can I Y/N?" He kinda pleads. Maybe it's not so bad since Jimin is loaded and he can totally pay half of the rent without a problem.

I made my decision. "Urmm... ok. But you have to follow my rules because one, I own the place. Besides Seok-"

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise i'll follow whatever rules you're setting. And don't worry i'll be cleaning if you want me to do it! Thank you so much Y/N!" He cuts me happily.

I shrugged and the guys laugh while Youngji glares at me. As they were talking, Youngji scoots closer, "You sure this is a good idea? Letting him stay with you? What would Seokjin say?"

I look at Youngji.

"Yeah. Besides, he doesn't have a place to stay. I can't let him sleep on the streets right?"

...

The Next Day.

That evening after class, I told Jimin to wait in front of his old dorm so i can pick him up. He doesn't really know where to wait here, so he gladly agreed and as i arrived there, he's already in front of the doorstep, chatting with Hanbin excitedly.

I approach them. "Took you so long, where you've been? Jimin is too excited he basically can't wait to get the hell out of here," Hanbin stated while Jimin looks at me cheerfully.

"Sorry, There's traffic and my class just finish. You ready to go?" I ask Jimin. He nods, pulling the strap on his bag pack and begin to pick up two large boxes in his hand. I saw his suitcase and he tried to reach it but his hands are full, so i offer to help.

"I'll bring it Jimin," i told him. He shook his head, refusing the idea.

"No, it's okay-" but i cut him by pulling the suitcase towards the car and he follows me defeatedly. We begin to load his stuff in the back of the car when i notice someone standing behind us. I turn around to look at who it is, and it was someone i didn't expect to see.

Jungkook.

"Hi Y/N... urm.. how are you?" He asks me nervously. I smiled back at him since we're in good terms now. "I've been doing fine, thank you for asking," I replied softly.

Jimin glares at him sharply but didn't say anything, afraid that if he did, i might get at angry at him for scolding Jungkook because of the past. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, feeling a bit intimidated by Jimin's gaze.

"That's great. I rarely see you around after our... meeting a week ago and i just wanted to know how you've been doing. So, I'll get going now.. nice meeting you both again." He says and turn around to leave.

That's when i notice, he was carrying a duffel bag, one hand pulling a suitcase and behind him was his bag pack. Curiosity got the best of me.

"Hey Jungkook, where are you going? Why do you bring so many bags with you?" I asks. He stops on his track to answer me.

"Oh this.. actually, i was kicked out of my temporary dorm, the fraternity seniors are back, and they won't allow me to stay there even for a day before i find another dorm to stay. So, heh, here I am." He said shyly.

"You too? I though i was the only one!" Jimin exclaimed behind me.

Wow, drastic change Park Jimin.

Jungkook smiles sadly. "So where are you going to stay now? You can't sleep on the street, the nearest motel here is about 15 kilometre's away, and the last bus to go there is two hours ago. Where are you going?" I ask him feeling sorry for the guy. What a shitty seniors they have.

"Urm.. yeah. I'm not sure either. I don't really know anybody here beside you guys. It's okay Y/N, you don't need to worry about me, I'll figure something out. Right now, i need to stay positive. So, thanks for worrying about me," he replied but i looked at him pitifully.

Although Jimin doesn't grew fond of him, he too looks sorry for the guy. Seeing him helpless makes me wonder what will happen to him, it'll probably be hard because he had to settle in this new place, alone.

Right then, my light bulb of idea brights up. Why? Maybe the pity feelings occurs in some part of my mind.

"Hey Jungkook," I called him. He turns around and look at me once more.

"I can help you."

...

Y/N’s Apartment. 8:30 PM.

The elevator door open as we arrived at the 2nd floor which is where my apartment is.

"This is not a good idea Y/N, not a good idea." Jimin whispers as i unlock the door to my apartment.

I choose to ignore him. First, this is my apartment and i can do anything i want to. As the door flung open, I put my shoes on the rack and welcome them in. Them? Oh I forgot, by 'them,' I mean both Jimin and Jungkook.

Yup, I decided to help Jungkook by letting him be the second renter because one, i feel sorry for him and two, there's no dorm available for his stay here. I can't let him sleep at a motel. At first, Jimin strongly rejects the idea, but after we had a small talk, he had to accept him, want it or not. I told him, with Jungkook as an additional, the rent payment will be much more lesser and there's so many room, so Jimin gives up.

And that's how we end up here.

Jimin and Jungkook's gaze were all over the house, first landing on the ceiling, then on the couch and then, the decorations. They enter the house with their stuff and I closed the door.

"Welcome to my apartment, or should I say, Our's now. Sorry if it's not what you guys are expecting," I said and went to the kitchen, picking up a few bowls and put it into the sink, all because i haven't wash it last night. When i looked back at them, Jimin was smiling while Jungkook's eyes were set on the video game.

"What do you mean? This is more than what i expected! I love it Y/N," Jimin said and i smiled at him, glad that he likes it. Jungkook also look at me contently. "Yeah, This place is very nice Y/N. Thank you for letting me stay here," Jungkook stated. I nod my head.

"Glad you guys like it, here i'll be showing up your rooms." I told them and they each pull their bags and suitcase, following my steps.

The living room was in the center and so as the kitchen. So, each wing consist of two bedrooms and one bathroom at each end of the hall. I went to the right wing first, where my bedroom is.

"There are four room in this house, and this one here is my bedroom. So, this is the no enter zone get that?" I explain to them as i showed my room on the right side. They chuckled softly while following their tour guide. Then, i showed them the second room which was across mine.

"That's the bathroom. This is the second room. So, if you guys are interested, help yourself." I said but before i even got the chance to finish, both men quickly went inside shoving each other's shoulder away.

"I'm here first," Jimin told Jungkook sternly.

"What? No way. I saw the room first," Jungkook claimed. They were almost pulling each other's hair before i stopped them.

"Guys, there are other room, you know that right? no need to fight okay, aish, are you guys in kindergarten or something?" I laugh at their silliness. They stopped but still give death glares to each other.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissor to determine who gets the room," Jimin propose. Jungkook, feeling a bit challenged, smirks.

"Game on," he replied.

I shook my head at these silly guys and went to the third room which is on the left wing.

"Come here when one of you loses!" I yelled, laughing softly before i open the door to the third room. A few minutes later, someone knock and enters the room. It was Jungkook. A gloomy expression plastered on his adorable face.

"So you loses huh?" I asks. He nods, pouting a bit. I giggled and showed him the room while comforting him.

"So this is your room, and across yours are the 4th room which is the last one. Oh, and the bathroom are just as the same as on the right wing. It's in the end of this hall which is exactly on the right side of your bedroom. Don't worry, i wash the bathroom each once a week, it's still clean if that's what you're wondering," I told him and he let out a laugh.

He look at me deep in the eyes while putting his stuff down.

"Thanks Y/N. This is too much of a help. Thank you so, so much, i don't know how to repay you," he thanked me and i give him a thumbs up.

After the tours's over, i told them i'll make two more spare keys tomorrow and hand it to them. I also explain to them about the payment and the bills on how to pay and when to pay, basic things about the house over dinner.

I admit, the dinner was a bit awkward and quiet, but we're OK i guess. Still, no one mention about the past. We only exchange a few words about the apartment's stuff but surprisingly, the conversation turns out great. After we finish, they thanked me for the good food and help me clean the tables. Jimin and Jungkook had learn to befriend each other and i was glad about it.

"Hey guys, I'm going to sleep now, you guys should get some rest too, good night," I told them as i went to my bedroom. They smile at me, both thanking me for today, and saying goodnight to me.

"Good night Y/N," I heard before drifting into a sweet slumber.

...

A week later.

I had texted Seokjin saying i have new housemates now, so he wouldn't worry about my allowance money anymore. He texted me back saying he's happy about it and I should cook my amazing bibimbap for them. My boyfriend is so supportive.

Today, we decided to eat at Mochi's since we haven't gone there for a long time. The whole gang was there and we were waiting for Jimin and Jungkook at the park to go celebrate Dahyun's birthday since Youngji and Jackson insist on me bringing them along.

"I'm thirsty, I'm going to buy some water at the machine, who wants some?" I offer while checking my purse. They all shook their head and went back to whatever they're doing. Youngji offers to follow me and I gladly accepts.

We were walking happily when she asks me, "You seems happy Y/N? How are the boys? They didn't do anything weird right?"

I giggled, shaking my head.

"Nah, they're good. They follow every rule i made, even the stupid one about the curtain," Youngji laugh hardly at those words.

"Good to know." She told me.

I was lining behind the machine because in front of me, stood a man who was buying some tinned coke. His back was facing me so i didn't get to see his face.

He push the button repeatedly but his drink didn't came out. I feel a bit sorry since I knew the machine is always like this so i try to help him. I went in front and spam the machine a bit hard. Luckily, his drink came out and he bent down to pick them.

"It just needs a little spam," I stated and Youngji giggles behind me. The man softly chuckled and stood up to thank me.

I look into his eyes as the time seems to stops,

The surroundings seems to cold as he stares at me in a wave of shock.

I wish i haven't help him earlier, I have wish to never see his disgusting face in this world anymore yet here he is, standing a breath away from me.

This is everyone, the worst guy that I used to have a crush on.

The one I hate the most.

The one, I'm too embarrassed to say, I too have fall for his stupid game.

Kim Taehyung.

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catfishandthebottlefan · 5 years ago

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#11 - Heathrow

A/N - So I’ve been gone for a few days, because I’ve been writing this long fic! It’s over 5,000 words (sorry😂) I’m super proud of this one though, and I’m sure you’ll love it :) Enjoy reading it, and, if you enjoyed it, please leave a note for me so I know what to write more of or less of! ~ A x

Van had always loved you. Well, it was the first thing he’d said to you when you were in pre-school - despite Van being a few months older than you, at your primary school they mixed the first two classes - and you’d given him your cookie cutter to help him make his sculpture out of play-dough. Through primary school, you’d stayed friends, before drifting apart gradually in secondary school as you began to see him less and less. Everyday chats turned weekly, and you only saw each other when it was organised by your parents, such as at family barbecues or special birthdays. You never forgot about each other, however, and you’d often smile as a surprise “how r u, havent spoke in ages xx” would flash up on your phone when Van was away.

You were 16 when you had to call Van for the first time in a couple of weeks. You were stranded at Heathrow Airport after a terrorist incident, when someone attempted to detonate a bomb in Manchester. Your flight back from Spain (where your family were on holiday - you had to return early to be home in time for GCSE results day) had been diverted to Heathrow.

“Van,” you pleaded, tears falling down your face, “Where are you?”

“Hey, you ok? I’m at home, sleeping like every other sane person on the planet. Why?”

“It’s ok, don’t worry-” you choked back a sob.

“Y/N, Y/N, hey, why are you upset?” the concern in Van’s voice shone through, “Where are you?”

“I’m stranded at Heathrow, someone set off a bomb somewhere, I’m ok, I just don’t have enough money for a taxi home or a hotel room and I, I don’t know what to do-”

You heard a jingle of keys in the background. “Van, it’s too far, it’ll take you 4 hours to drive-”

“I’m not in a rush, are you?” Van replied, jokingly, as you heard the slam of a car door.

“Van, you don’t have to do this, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning-” you choked, as you sat, shivering on a bench outside Heathrow Airport.

“Hang tight, love, I’m coming to pick you up.” Van replied, reassuring you, “It’ll be okay.”

He hung the phone up, and you held it close to your chest, disappearing inside your hoodie. You didn’t know how to feel - happy you were being rescued, or guilty you’d had to ask Van to come pick you up. You didn’t have a lot of choice as none of your other friends could drive yet, but you still allowed a few tears to fall down your face as you thought of Van’s kindness.

It turned out there was no need to feel guilty. At 7:30am, you spotted the white Transit van come round the corner, The Streets blaring from the stereo. Van was, of course, in the driver’s seat, however, you were surprised to spot Larry sleeping in the seat closest to the passenger door. You leapt up off of the bench, wheeling your suitcase over to the van. Van jumped out of the driver’s side and wrapped you in his arms. He threw your suitcase into the back, which was filled with guitars, amps and other music equipment, and hustled you quickly into the middle seat of the van.

“Y/N?” Larry muttered groggily, as you wriggled past him into your seat.

“Thank you guys so much.” you smiled, pulling your knees closer to your chest under your hoodie.

“No need, I know you’d have done the same.” Van placed his left hand on your knee, “You’re freezing, babe!”

“I’m okay,” you smiled, leaning into Larry, “Thank you guys so much.”

“It’s fine!” Van replied, cheerily. Then, more sincerely, he told you, “I’m here, whenever you need me.”

Van gently put his hand on your thigh as he pulled out of the drop-off bay, and you felt a slight shiver travel up your spine. You told yourself not to be ridiculous, he was just a friend. As Van drove you home, you began to fall more and more in love with him - it was like you’d never been apart for all those weeks when life had come between your relationship. No, not a relationship, you told yourself. It was just a friendship.

Little did you know, he was telling himself the same thing.

You hadn’t heard from Van for after that summer. Stemming from him driving you home that August morning, you had begun to meet up more and more. You would sit in the park together for days on end, then, at night, you would get smoke joints in the playground and get drunk by the duck pond. This led to blurred, yet fond memories of Van pushing Larry into the pond, and drunk Bob, who was always a laugh. Yet, once you started sixth form, you studied hard for your A-levels, and life began to push you and Van apart again. He left to tour with the band, who were still relatively unsuccessful, but you always admired his optimism. You kept in contact via calls and texts, always just as friends, but you slowly drifted further and further apart, just like the space between calls. You got into Oxford, to do a degree in Astrophysics, while Van was still living at home, or was on the road with the band, living off a pasty and a joint a day. Your parents - who had now divorced - expected you to have forgotten about him, and your uni mates knew nothing about him, but you still longed for his company, and would sit up late at night, contemplating calling him. Once again, little did you know, he was doing the same thing.

You were twenty-one when your professor broke the news that you were one of the few students he believed was capable of giving a talk to thousands of younger aspiring scientists as part of a education programme.

“Like a TED talk, only for teenagers.” he had told you.

You were eager to take part, until you realised the large scale of the project. You had to speak for half an hour, non-stop, about the same subject you were writing about in your dissertation - yours being a division of Nuclear and Particle Space Physics. Worst of all, it was situated in a theatre in the west end of London - as if you didn’t need to feel even more inferior. You had six months to prepare your speech and background slides, and you threw yourself into it.

The project became a welcome distraction from your life at the moment, as, that December, your mother was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. You didn’t tell anybody, not even your housemates, instead filling your emptiness inside with uni work, taking on every project or extra credit assignment you could. Your grades prospered, and you quickly became a straight-A student in every assessment. You somehow managed to balance this with the gut-wrenching visits home every weekend, to see your mum. Everyone admired your tenacity and effort with your work, and some people even became jealous of your success, yet they didn’t know the emotional turmoil going on inside your head, as your mother became sicker and sicker.

What you failed to consider was how quickly news spread in Llandudno, and, only minutes after you were told your mum was in the hospice, your phone lit up with a call from Van. You declined the call at first, as you got in your car, ready to make your final 3 and a half hour drive to Llandudno. Once your mother passed away, you had no further plans of returning. There was nothing left for you there.

But, then again, there was Van.

As his call lit up your screen once more, you connected your phone to your car’s Bluetooth system, and answered the phone.

“Y/N!” Van’s voice boomed through your speakers.

Quickly, you turned the volume down, forgetting how loudly you had The National playing on your last journey back to Oxford from seeing your mum. You had taken to turning it up as loudly as you could on your way back from visiting, to drown out your sobs.

“Y/N,” Van almost whispered, “I had no idea, I’m, I’m so sorry-“

“Van.” you said, his name almost croaky in your throat as you say it for the first time in years, “It’s not your fault.” “I should have called earlier, I just, I don’t know, I just didn’t want to think about ya. I’ve been missing you.”

You pulled over into a lay-by. If you were going to have an emotional conversation, you did not want to risk crashing the car over it.

“Van,” you mumbled, “I’ve missed you too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier, I just-“ his voice trailed off, “I want to see you.”

You sniff, holding back tears, “Well today might be your lucky day. I’m two hours away.”

“Hardly very lucky though, what with your mum-“ he checked himself, “I wish this wasn’t, I don’t know, I wish the circumstance wasn’t as bad.”

“That’s just life, innit.” you sniffed, trying to force yourself to smile, “How’s things with you?”

You started your car again as Van began to tell you about Catfish, and how they’re on the cusp of getting a deal, and how well they’re getting on.

“People know us, Y/N, it’s mad. They say stuff to us like, put that one on the album, or don’t bother with that one, it’s shit. It’s mental.”

You spoke to Van for most of the drive, until you got to Wrexham.

“My phone’s dying, love, I need to go,” he said, sadly, “Where can I meet you? Mine?”

“What do you mean?” you replied, “You’re home?”

“I am now I know you need me.”

You spent two days by your mother’s bedside as she slowly passed away. You had been preparing for this for months, but there was one eventuality that you hadn’t prepared for, and that was a new kind of relationship with Van.

After your mum passed on, you had every intention of returning to Oxford, but Mary and Bernie insisted upon you staying at the B&B. You lived there for two months after obtaining special permission from uni, and you spent nearly every waking hour with Van. It soon became every sleeping hour as well, because it would be nighttime when the grief would suffocate you. Van held you in his arms, and it felt as if he was gently squeezing the broken parts of your heart back together. In the daytime and evenings, you would follow Van around to gigs, and you realised he was right about Catfish - they really were becoming popular, and the band who once played covers in bars were now getting their own following, and recognition for the songs Van spent countless hours writing in his bedroom.

You didn’t know initially, but you became his muse. One day, Van went out to rehearse at Benji’s, and you stayed home, catching up on some lectures you’d asked your friends to video for you. However, after two hours studying, your mind began to wander, and your eyes were drawn to a leather-bound notebook on Van’s dresser. Against your better judgement, you opened the book, to find some half-finished lyrics and songs which Van hadn’t played to you yet. This was unusual; he’d played nearly every song he’d written to you in the time you’d been staying with him. You read the unfinished lyrics carefully.

“Love her from the get-go/pick her up from Heathrow/whenever she needs me” - was this about that time when you were 16 and he drove for hours to come and get you?

“I wanna make it my business, I wanna make you my problem” - was this about how you had told him not to worry about you, and you’d deal with your grief yourself?

You engrossed yourself in the fragments of songs written in the notebook. You knew some, such as Cocoon - which Van had played to you before - were about ex-girlfriends. However, it was the ones you hadn’t heard before which intrigued you the most - a couple of songs called ASA and Collide. You only twigged his romantic feelings for you after you turned the page to see your name written with love hearts around it, paired with doodles of what looked like you. Stood next to doodles of him. Your name and his, written in a heart, then crossed out, then rewritten another ten times.

Your heart plummeted, and then did somersaults. Did Van feel the same way as you did? You traced his handwriting of your name with your index finger, engrossed in the way his pen must’ve danced across the page, broadcasting his thoughts to the outside world. Well, not the outside world, as this notebook was Van’s. Private. You sighed, feeling guilty, and snapped the book shut.

As you turned around to gently place the notebook back where you found it, you noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye. Oh, shit. It was Van.

“Oh my God, Van,” you stuttered, “I’m so sorry, I knew it was private, I shouldn’t have looked, I-“

“Y/N,” Van replied, calmly, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I promise.”

“Is it true?” you asked, quietly, “The things you write in here, are they true?”

“Depends what things you’re talking about.”

“Love her from the get-go? Pick her up from Heathrow?” you questioned, “Are they about me?”

Van blushed bright red, and took a step towards you.

“It’s true.” he confirmed.

You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his waist, and he pulled your head into his chest. You inhaled deeply - Van always smelled nice.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into his jumper.

He responded simply by stroking the top of your head.

The next few weeks were spent exchanging stolen glances, and secret kisses when nobody was looking. Cuddling him a little closer in bed. A cheeky hand up your top when you lay together. Your hand on his thigh when driving around to gigs.

It wasn’t long before people started noticing, however. Larry was one of the first to twig, when he caught you and Van sharing the same cigarette on the balcony, snuggled under Van’s jacket together as the typically Welsh rain bounced off the pavements. Obviously, he told Benji, Bob, and Billy, and the news then spread like wildfire around the town, despite Van’s quiet threats of “chucking you in that fucking pond again, you little prick”. Van’s parents claimed to have known since you moved in, however you suspected it was old Mrs Perry next door who told them.

You liked being Van’s girl. He would get oddly protective of you, not letting you walk alone at night, making sure you had a jacket if it was raining. He would look you in the eye every once in a while at gigs, and wink at you. Whenever you were feeling down about your mum, he’d hold you in his arms and the world would seem to be a less cold and cruel place. He loved when you wore certain outfits, and he would let you wear his favourite jeans and hoodies that he didn’t even let Larry borrow. He’d learn the guitar chords of your favourite songs, just so he could play them to you.

He was the perfect boyfriend, and you dreaded having to go back to uni and leave him.

“So where even is Oxford Uni?” Van asked, getting into the passenger side of your car, “Somewhere down south?”

“Yes, Van, it’s in Oxfordshire. Above London, but below Birmingham.” you repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time.

He reached over to kiss the tear which raced down your cheek as you pulled out of his parents’ driveway. You glanced in your rear-view mirror to see Mary and Bernie waving enthusiastically, looking as proud as your own mother did when you drove off to Oxford for the first time.

“They’re just happy because they can say I went to Oxford.” he chuckled, in an attempt to cheer you up. You didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he said, tenderly, “We’ll be okay. I love you.”

“I know, I just feel, I don’t know-“ you sniffed, trying to suppress the lump in your throat, “I feel guilty for taking you away from everything like this.”

“C’mon, Y/N, we talked about this,” Van sighed, “I’m only staying until after your speech thingy, and if I don’t like it, I can go back, and I’ll visit you every weekend and all that jazz. Stop stressing, please, babe.”

You simply nodded your head as you pulled out onto the main road. Van fiddled with the stereo.

“This is a lot newer than the one in my van,” he said, his tongue poking out in concentration, “How do you get the radio?”

You pressed a few buttons on the steering wheel, shaking your head. “You won’t get a signal. Here, try a CD.”

Van put in your Arctic Monkeys Whatever People Say I Am That's What I’m Not CD.

“Still think our demos are better.” he quipped, as The View from the Afternoon began to play.

“You’re gonna struggle being away from the band for all this time.” you sighed, sadly.

“I’ve got me guitar and notebook!” he replied, cheerily enough, “What more could I need?”

“Uh, your bassist, lead guitar and drummer?” you joked back to him.

As you drove back through North Powys, Van fell asleep, and you felt a warm sensation in your heart. Although your world as you knew it had crumbled in the past few months, you had Van. He was all you needed.

You were right about Oxford - Van hated it. He hated being away from the band, he hated the lack of underage drinking and antisocial behaviour, he hated the accent. But he loved you, and that was what made him stay. He slept in your bed in halls, much to the disgust of your flatmates, who made it clear that they didn’t consider him good enough for you.

“I mean, him?” Natalie said, her nose wrinkling, “What does he do?”

“What’s his haircut all about?” Molly jeered.

You tried your best to persuade them to be on Van’s side. “I told you, he’s in a band! They’re really good as well! And I love his hair!”

Although they never said anything to his face, Van knew your roommates didn’t like him. He had unspeakable nicknames for them as well, and he’d loudly use them on the phone to Larry every evening. Despite him claiming he was happy here, as long as you were together, you knew he missed being on the road with the band. University life was too structured for Van, too organised. The only part he liked was the student parties which would happen every Friday night, but he even wasn’t the same when drunk, without his buddies. There was no hilarious banter, no casual arson, no recreational drug use. Well, there was weed, but you knew Van and the boys liked something a bit stronger on some of those heavier nights.

However, partying aside, the most important part was the fact that you were prepared for your speech, which took place two weeks after you and Van moved back to Oxford. He sat right at the front of the theatre, looking somewhat out of place next to the clean-cut parents, professors, and other downright nerds that had come along to support the speakers. Despite his clear misplacement amongst the scholars, Van was the best supporter in the whole theatre, and he cheered the loudest for you after your speech, which went perfectly, due to all the hard work and preparation you’d put in. You didn’t bother telling him that it wasn’t a football match or a concert, and it really didn’t matter how loudly you clapped, as you were so grateful for his support.

Van also made an effort with your friends, telling them how good their speeches were. Sophie and Julian quickly made friends with Van after he tried his best to express an interest in their joint speech on Advanced Quantum Mechanics. They seemed slightly surprised that he was in a band.

“So, what do you do?” asked Julian, politely.

“Me? I’m the lead singer of a class band,” he replied, happy someone was finally striking up a conversation with him, “We’re right on the cusp of getting signed, me and me mates can’t believe it, we’ve grafted so long for it.”

“You’re in a band! That’s so cool!” Sophie smiled, “So is that like, your uni hobby? What degree are you doing?”

“Degree?” Van laughed, “I got kicked out of school at 15! I’m in the band, like, that’s me job!”

“Oh, wow!” Julian smiled, “Like Noel Gallagher?”

“Nah, I’m like a shit version of Mike Skinner,” he chuckled, “We’re called Catfish and the Bottlemen. You should check us out, we’re more popular up North than down here though.”

Your friends nodded enthusiastically, and you and Van turned around to head back to halls.

He sighed. “Y/N, I do really miss the band.”

Your heart sunk. You knew Van wouldn’t last long in Oxford, but you didn’t quite want to believe he wasn’t happy here. You loved being with him all the time, but also being at uni. Part of you wanted to ignore the fact he wasn’t happy, and keep him here until your degree was finished, however, you knew that would be like keeping an eagle inside a cage. Van was the type of person to get cabin fever; he liked to be on the road all the time, waking up in a different place every day. He needed to spread his wings and fly - he hated the normality and routine of uni.

“Stay till the holidays?” you pleaded, as you walked back to the flat.

“When’s that?” Van replied, deep in thought.

“Middle of June, just another month? Please, Van?” you almost begged.

“I’ll try my best, it’s just, the band need me and I miss Larry and I hate this tiny flat and doing the same thing every day and the people and-“

“Van, just stop.” you sighed, exasperated, “Before you say something you regret.”

You entered the flat with an atmosphere between you that could be cut with a knife. You headed to bed, and you heard Van going into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. You tried to snuggle under the duvet, but you could never sleep without him by your side, so you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. You knew when you came back that Van would have to go home, but you desperately didn’t want him to.

About 5 minutes later, you saw Van coming into the bedroom, and quickly closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. You sensed him taking off his jeans and shirt, and the bed moved under his weight as he got in beside you. Usually, when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you would wriggle closer to him, but, tonight you rolled over and faced the other way. You heard him sigh, and although your heart was breaking and you longed to be held, your anger and sadness at the fact he was leaving meant that you couldn’t bring yourself to be close to him.

You slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning, having nightmares about Van breaking up with you because you didn’t allow him to go home and do what he loved. The guilt ate you up inside, and you found yourself snuggled into his chest by 3am. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head, whispering to you that he’d stay if you needed him to. However, you told him he needed to go back - he needed to be happy. You remember falling asleep with tears running down your cheeks and into Van’s chest.

The next morning, you woke up to Van sat at the end of your bed, strumming a few chords on the guitar.

“What’re you playing?” you croaked, pulling yourself up.

“Just sorting out the rhythm for one of the new songs.” he replied softy, not looking up from the guitar.

“Van, I was thinking-“

“Yeah?”

“I’m thinking you should go back today.” you said, seriously, “I’ll help you pack your things, and I’ll drive you home this afternoon.”

Van set the guitar down on the carpet, and paused for a moment. “I don’t want you driving me home, love, you’ve got your finals in a few weeks and I don’t want you missing out on study time.”

“I don’t mind, Van, I really don’t-“

“Y/N,” he took your hand, “I love you so much, but, please, I can get the fucking train, okay?”

You nodded, as he disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea in your favourite mug. You smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, okay, but I’ll phone you every night, I promise.” he told you.

“Every night, even when you’re playing gigs and touring, like a rockstar?” You meant for this to sound jokey, but it came out as bitter and resentful.

“Y/N, I said I promised, okay?” Van snapped.

You placed the tea down on your bedside table and started taking Van’s clothes out of your wardrobe and putting them in his suitcase.

“Y/N, it doesn’t have to be like this-“

“Like what? We always said you would leave after my speech, it’s the next day, so it’s time for you to go back.”

“I meant, you know, between us,” he continued, his voice getting louder, “I’m not breaking up with you! I’m just going back home, where I belong. I don’t fit in here, not one bit!”

“I know, I know.” you said, softly, “I’m sorry, I know you have to go, I’m being selfish. It’s like when you find a mouse as a kid and you keep it in a box under your bed and your mum tries to tell you to put it back outside, because it’s an animal and it needs to be free, but you don’t want to because you quite liked its company and-“

“Shh,” Van stroked your back as you choked back the tears, “After finals, you can come up and live with us for the summer, you’ll graduate, you can get a job, we’ll get a flat, it’ll be fine.”

“A little cottage by the sea?” you sniffed.

“If that’s what you want,” he replied, “I’ll always be on the end of the phone, whenever you need me.”

Van left, and, after you waved until the whole train had disappeared from your sight, you got in your car, turned up The National, and sobbed as hard as you did when your mum passed away. A month passed, during which you called Van every morning and evening, and texted him throughout the day, whenever you weren’t studying. You did manage to get through finals, after having worked your socks off.

Van had informed you on the phone that he’d been touring with Catfish, and they were getting so close to being signed. They had been called a few times by various record labels and were starting to get big, playing proper gigs of their own. You were ecstatic for him, albeit jealous that you were stuck studying while he was on the road. Your mind cast back to fond memories of being 16, driving around with no real destination, although Van assured you that touring at age 21 was very different.

Finally, the 18th of June arrived, and you packed your bags into your car and followed many of the cars, mostly driven by parents, out of Oxford and began your journey back up to Llandudno. You had been stopped at traffic lights for about thirty seconds when you noticed something shiny on your dashboard. It was a CD, and you instantly recognised Van’s scrawled handwriting on the front of the disc.

Listen to this and think of me, Van xxx

You smiled as you put the disc into your car’s stereo, and ASA - a song Van would play to you on many evenings when you were studying - started playing through the speakers. What made it extra special was the fact that he’d written it about you.

The four hours and eighteen minutes it took to get to Abbey House B&B were the longest of your life. You cursed every red light and traffic jam, and drove at the speed limit wherever you could. You just wanted to be in Van’s arms.

You didn’t even bother to park your car straight in the B&B’s carpark, just dumping it between two spaces. You grabbed the flowers you’d brought for Mary and the beers for Bernie, and inhaled sharply, bracing yourself for seeing Van. Your heart both fluttered and pounded at the same time as you marched towards the front door, your black Vans (you hadn’t put them on because they were Van’s namesake - they were your favourite shoes to drive in) pounding the tarmac. No sooner had you rung the bell than you were enveloped in Van’s arms - he lifted you up and held you close into his chest. The second he put you down, he kissed your lips passionately.

“Van, stop, you’re crushing the stuff-“ you giggled, between kisses.

“Where’s my present?” he complained, childishly.

You pointed to your handbag.

“Later.” you whispered, and he grinned. That would shut him up for a while.

“Y/N, love, it’s so good to see you!” Mary greeted you enthusiastically from behind Van in the doorway.

You handed her the flowers and her face lit up, as she handed them to Bernie to put in a vase. She hugged you almost as tightly as Van, and you breathed in the soft scent of her washing powder. Bernie greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile, and you handed him the beers, much to his approval. Van and his family felt like home.

Many hugs were exchanged that evening - between you and Van, you and Mary, you and Bernie, or Van and his parents. You initially sat having a beer with Van while his parents attended to the guests, however they later joined you for a glass of wine and a catch-up.

Mary and Bernie went up to bed at about half ten, so you and Van made the kitchen your zone, where you set up some music from your phone. You put your favourite Spotify playlist on shuffle as Van backed you up against a cabinet and kissed you with an undying passion. His hand up your top, your hand around his waist, lost in the moment. That was until Lemonworld by The National began to play. You went to hit skip, as this song reminded you of coming home from visiting your mum, and then all the feelings hit at once. What were you doing back in Llandudno, the town in which your mother died, drinking, snogging your childhood best friend, having fun? You shouldn’t be here.

You pulled away from the kiss.

“What’s up, baby?” Van whispered huskily.

“I can’t, this song-“

“Shhh.” he put a finger to your lips, and pulled you up so you were stood upright. He tipped your head up with his index finger, so you were looking him in the eye.

“Can I have this dance?” he asked, sincerely.

You nodded, as you followed his step around the large kitchen, being careful not to knock over any utensils or ornaments, in order not to wake the guests. The dance ended with sloppy kisses down your neck, and a heart full of love rather than sadness.

At around midnight, the lads joined you, Larry, of course, bringing the weed. He was accompanied by Benji and Bob.

“Where’s Billy?” you asked, concerned.

“Oh, he left the band for ‘personal reasons’ a few weeks back,” Van said between taking drags of the joint, “I didn’t tell you because I thought he was talking shite, but he’s gone.”

“Oh.” you replied, quite shocked.

“But we’re getting a new guitarist!” Benji announced.

“His name’s John and he’s a Geordie,” Bob told you, “A class guitarist, and a great lad, according to me cousin that is.”

You nodded in approval, as you settled into Van’s lap. As you smoked and drank, you felt yourself and Van rising higher and higher within your own, untouchable bubble. This was what you’d been waiting for all these months.

You don’t quite remember the boys going home, but they must have, as you and Van woke up in his bed in a quiet house. You went downstairs to read a note left by Mary.

Gone to IKEA with Dad for some new furniture for room 3, back at about 4pm xxx

“Looks like we’ve got the house to ourselves for a couple of hours, McCann.” you called, seductively.

“Sounds good,” Van appeared behind you wearing nothing but his jeans, “But there’s something I have to show you first.”

You followed him back into the bedroom, and climbed back into the warm bed. Van sat on the end of the bed, and picked up the acoustic guitar which often laid strewn on his bedroom floor.

“This song’s called Heathrow.”

He strummed the guitar gently a few times before singing the first lyric.

Love her from the get-go

Pick her up from Heathrow

Whenever she needs me

Watch her on the West End

Pepper up her best friends

Whenever she needs me

She was a different league

When I was nothing much

Meet her when the tour's up

Hug her like her Mother would

Whenever she needs me

Snog her in the kitchen

Dance with her to Lemonworld

Whenever she needs me

She was a different league

When I was nothing much

You found yourself in tears by the end of the song. You threw your arms around Van’s shoulders, and kissed his bare neck.

“You like it?” he asked.

“I love it. And you.”

#Catfish and the Bottlemen #catb #VanFiction #vanfic #van mccann #fanfiction #fanfic #band fic

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pixieungerstories · 5 years ago

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Housemates - 25

Trigger Warning - attempted poisoning, drugging someone’s drink

Vinny had snuck down from her bathroom and into Derick’s room hoping to avoid the others. She had come to care for all of them, in there own way, but Derick was still her favourite. They still went running most mornings. He was like her own personal cheering section. He cared about the fine details of school and would remember which lab partner was useless and which ones she liked working with.

Kogan was good like that with major assignments. Gently encouraging her to focus when she would slack off, or when a study break started to go long. He was also good at finding her little rewards when she did well.

Tristan was the guy to hang out with when she needed to just escape from her life for a while.

Her relationship with the others had been strictly professional. Until now. Now she couldn’t quite figure out what to do.

Right now, she was snuggled up to Derick who was gently tracing patterns on her back. However lost in thought she was, he was paying attention. “What’s wrong, Vinny?”

She jumped slightly, then started to stall, then just blurted out, “I had a threesome…. Or maybe a foursome with Thea, Dren and sort of Bazur. I wasn’t planning on that. I thought Thea was just going to give me a back rub.” She felt Derick tense under her. “Not… I mean, I wanted it. I asked. I could have said no. I just… I don’t know what to do now.”

Derick nodded, “First, I want to say thank you for being nice to Thea. He really needed that. As for what to do now, well, now you just act normal. You haven’t done anything wrong. If you want to spend time with them, that’s fine. If you don’t that’s fine too.”

Vinny just shook her head, “What kind of woman fucks six guys in two weeks?”

Now Derick sat up, “A well adjusted one who knows what she wants. Is shame really what you want here? Or are you just worried about what your mom would think?”

“My sex life is none of my mother’s business!” Vinny replied firmly.

“OK,” Derick agreed. “So tell me what is bothering you.”

“I don’t know,” she finally said. “This isn’t… normal.”

Derick sighed. “I’m sorry, I really am. But no one here is normal. That doesn’t mean that we don’t all care about you.”

“I know,” Vinny muttered. “I guess I just need time to get used to the idea.”

“That’s fair. But I need to know something. Is the reason we are in here instead out there with the rest of the family because you are ashamed?”

Vinny nodded.

Derick was really quiet before he asked, “Are you ashamed of us?”

“No!” she didn’t even hesitate. “I’m just… Look, it isn’t… typical for a woman to have… what? A harem?? Six lovers. If I just suddenly start talking about you, all of you, there are going to be negative repercussions for all of us.”

Derick shrugged, “So just don’t talk about it. How is it anyone’s business but yours?”

“It isn’t. Just…” she stopped talking to think. “I don’t know. A lot to take in.”

Derick nodded and lay back down, pulling her close so he could go back to drawing patterns on her back. “That I understand. It will be ok. If you want to stop, that’s OK. If you want to just play it by ear, that’s ok. And whether you tell anyone or not, we will support you whatever happens.”

Vinny nodded.

“And I’ll talk to the boys to make sure we are discrete around Kevin. Given the whole jello incident, I can see why you would want to exclude him, but we will try to at least be tactful about it.”

She didn’t know what to think about that. She wasn’t trying to exclude Kevin anymore than she was trying to have… whatever that afternoon was. The opportunity arose and she just went for it. Yeah, she had felt embarrassed and betrayed by the jello thing, but that was months ago. She wasn’t holding a grudge because it had really been the point where Kevin had started being a decent person around her.

The problem was, even if she hadn’t looked up minotaur porn, and had looked up drider porn. Mimic porn was the sort you accidentally stumbled on when out on the web. It was right up there with the gang bang you didn’t want to see.

It was generally included with the fucking machine videos. After all, society didn’t consider Mimics to be people. It was straight line from person using a vibe to person tied down and a vibe being used on them to a person tied to a mimic.

Vinny squirmed a little, because now that picture was in her head too.

-----

Vinny was celibate all through midterms. There just wasn’t time. She just made do with two minute quickies with her vibe in the shower.

But they were finally over. The exams were written, the reports handed in. Right on time for the halloween parties to start. Vinny and Jenn were on a pub crawl. By random luck Derick’s was the last bar of the night, so the plan was to shut the place down and have him give them a lift home. Vinny had planned ahead and was going as little red riding hood. Jenn was Wonder Woman.

They never made it. They were at The Fish trying to be good and drink some soda and eat a plate of nachos to balance out all the booze, when some jocks came over with drinks for them. They were flirty and the one somehow managed to flex as he stole their nachos.

Vinny was still sipping her iced tea, but Jenn was finished her coke. When she reached for the pink and fruity drink they guys had brought her, an orc hand darted out first and caught it.

“What the hell man?” the jock demanded.

The bouncer and another orc were right behind the guy now holding Jenn’s drink. “They put something in this between the bar and the table. And maybe it’s nothing, but I would like to see one of them drink it.”

Three of the guys just looked confused. The last looked cagey.

That was the one the Bouncer grabbed a hold of and dragged away. The guy holding Jenn’s drink picked up Vinny’s as well. The last orc lead Vinny and Jenn to the manager’s office. “I don’t think you will need to give a statement, since you didn’t see the pill go into the drink and you didn’t drink the drink. But you can wait here if you want.”

Vinny looked at Jenn who was shaking. “Yeah,” she said, “Thanks.”

“No problem! Me and Joe are part of Kogan’s tribe.” He pulled off his hoodie to show off a familiar looking tattoo. “He asked us all to keep an eye on you. I spotted you as soon as you came in!” he said proudly.

“Uh.. thanks?” Vinny honestly wasn’t sure what to say about that. Jenn wasn’t saying anything.

The orc looked at his hoodie, then at Jenn. “Miss? Did you want to wrap up in this? I’m a bit worried about you going into shock.”

“Thank you,” the hoodie fit Jenn like she was wearing a tent. Vinny was well aware of that look.

The cops were very discrete. The female officer who talked to Vinny and Jenn was very polite. And very concerned about them having a safe ride home. That was when they realized they had missed the pub crawl bus.

Jayce, who had shared his sweater with Jenn had a suggestion. “Vinny? Call Kogan and check me out!” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed her his driver’s licence. “I can take you to the next pub, if you want.”

“Do you know this man?” the officer asked.

Vinny shook her head, “No, but he says he’s part of the same tribe as one of the guys I live with.”

“Vinny is a live in housekeeper,” Jenn hurried to explain.

Vinny blinked. The orc’s face froze. The officer nodded, “Calling to check out this guy before you go off with a stranger is a good idea. Getting a cab is a better one.”

They both nodded. Vinny doubted they could get a cab in this neighbourhood at this time of night. They would all be hanging out near the upscale bars downtown. By the time they were free to go, it was really too late and they were too sober to try to track down the bus. Vinny texted Derick to tell him they were just going home.

Then she called Kogan. He was running security at an event that night.

He picked up the first ring, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine! But… some guy tried to slip Jenn and I a date rape drug and some orcs stopped him, then we had to wait for the cops and now we just wanna go home. But it’s 1:30 in the morning and we are at The Fish.”

“Jesus. Um… I’ll just… I need a minute to figure out who can come and get you.” Kogan replied.

“It’s just that… look the guys who stopped him say they are part of your tribe and they can give us a ride home, but-”

“Pass the phone over to them, please.”

Vinny did. There was a long conversation in orcish. About half way through Jayce straightened up and was suddenly a lot closer to the ceiling than he had been when he slouched.

He handed the phone back to Vinny. “Yeah, you can go with him. Have him drop off Jenn first, then he can wait for me at the house, OK?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Somehow, Jayce and Jenn ended up flirting in the front of the car while Vinny was riding in the back. When they got to Jenn’s dorm, she went to give Jayce his sweater back.

“Keep it. You can call me next week and let me know how you are doing. I’ll pick it up then.”

Vinny rolled her eyes. Jenn just giggled. She leaned across the car and gave Jayce a peck on the cheek before running inside. Vinny climbed into the front. Jayce was grinning like an idiot.

He looked at her, “Think she likes me?”

Vinny rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you know,” she said sarcastically.

“Really? That would be great! Thanks Vinny!”

Jayce drove her home in silence for a long moment. Then he said, “She didn’t know Kogan is your mate.”

Vinny shifted uncomfortably. She started to talk a couple of times and stopped. What she finally said was, “My mom is strictly Catholic.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“You have my sympathies.”

He said it so sincerely, like he was consoling her on the loss of a loved one.

Vinny burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! That probably wouldn’t be that funny if it wasn’t almost 2 am.”

Jayce grinned, “that’s why Kogan wants me to stay with you. And trust me, how ever hard you find it to explain your relationship to your mother, Kogan had the same problems taking his relationship with you to the tribe. It’s probably just that he has more -” Jayce broke off for a moment, then continued, ��experience than you do.”

“OK, now tell me what you were going to say.”

Jayce shrugged as he parked his car in front of the house. “Humans don’t have a word for it, as far as I know. Kogan’s title in the tribe means war hero, grandfather, respected elder, boss, life coach and counselor all at the same time.”

“That’s a lot to put into one word,” Vinny agreed as she unlocked the door. The porch light was on. The front entry light was on, but she remembered too late that everyone would be out except for Kevin.

Damn it. She climbed out of her shoes and hung up her coat. She just wanted a shower and to go to bed. She wasn’t even planning on waiting for her hair to dry. But she was not comfortable doing that while there was a stranger in the lobby.

“Well, thanks for seeing me home. I don’t want to take any more of your time,” she hinted.

“Oh, it’s no trouble. Kogan wanted me to stay with you until he gets home in case anything happens from any of your other drinks.” Jayce thought for a moment. “I should get you some water and something to eat. Which way is the kitchen?”

Vinny was going to protest that he didn’t have to, but she remembered Kogan’s protective streak and just pointed. She staggered into the lounge. Kevin was currently a chaise. He tottered over on short legs and bumped against her calves. Vinny sat down heavily. Then she put her feet up. Kevin’s arms snaked out of somewhere and pulled a blanket over her.

“ ‘ank oo,” Vinny mumbled.

She was asleep before Jayce returned.

She was vaguely aware of Kogan coming home and Jayce updating him on what was going on.

“Is she passed out, or just asleep?”

“Well, I was asleep, Kogan.”

“That’s fine. Go back to sleep, Vinny.”

That was fairly easy, she hadn’t actually opened her eyes to comment. Sometime later, she was carried up the stairs. Someone carefully cleaned off her makeup using her wipes, and tucked her into her bed. She slept some more before Kogan got her up to change out of her costume and drink some water. At which point she really had to pee, then she was awake anyway, so she had a shower and washed her hair. Then she refilled her cup from the sink and drank some more water.

She came out to find Kogan, Derick and Kevin sitting on her bed. She blinked at them, feeling fairly confused.

Kogan nodded at her, “You are sleeping with us tonight, little girl.”

Vinny frowned a little.

“Kogan has the biggest bed and we are all worried.”

Vinny considered that. “I’m not actually sober yet.”

“I know darlin’ that’s why it’s just sleep,” Kogan assured her.

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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years ago

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A Secret Connection - Part Three

"Hey sweetheart." You said as you answered your phone that Sunday afternoon.

"Wow you sound chirpy, expected you to be hungover." Anna replied shocked.

"Oh I'm hungover, but I'm ok!"

"So your work thing was ok last night then?"

"Yeah it was fun." You replied blushing, thankful that you were on the phone with your best friend and not face to face.

"Any good office gossip?"

"Not really. Pretty straight forward party to be honest. How was your date yesterday?" You asked trying to steer the conversation away from you.

"Good, James' housemate was out so we went on a trip along the Thames and then he cooked me dinner and we watched a film."

"Sounds romantic!" You said smiling.

"It was, hey shut up!"

"Sorry! Things are going well with him then?"

"Yeah, really well, he's a great guy, think I've fallen in love with him."

"Wow really? That's amazing Anna, I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, so you still ok for next Saturday?" She asked.

"Yeah I am, 2 o'clock right?" You replied.

"Yep, 2 o'clock. Weather forecast looks good. James has got a hot tub so bring your stuff with you. Are you still staying the night to? They have the spare room."

"If that's still ok? Saves me getting a taxi back."

"Yeah of course, James said it would be fine. It's just his office with a single bed in it."

"That's great, say thanks to him for me."

"I will do."

"Can I bring anything?"

"Just bring a bottle. We are heading out that morning for the food."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah it's fine, James and his housemate are in charge of what to buy, I'm just going to make sure we have enough wine!" She replied laughing.

You'd met James a few times over the past few months that they'd been seeing each other, normally at the pub with your friends. He'd suggested a bbq at his house to get to know you better without loads of people around.

"I'll text you his address. Have a good week at work lovely." Anna said.

"You to." You replied.

You were not looking forward to work at all, and it was entirely your own fault.

Thankfully the person you were hoping to avoid, was no where to be seen all week and he didn't ring the office once. You gave a sigh of relief as you got the tube home Friday, safe in the knowledge that you hadn't had to see him.

You woke up late that Saturday morning, you headed to the loo before going into the kitchen and making a coffee. You didn't have much to do today apart from the bbq, just a few chores to catch up on. You organised some washing while your coffee brewed and ate a quick breakfast.

The weather was gorgeous today, you couldn't wait to head over to James' later and do a little bit of sunbathing and chilling out in his hot tub.

You headed out to the supermarket ten minutes from your flat and grabbed some shopping for the week. It was only you in your flat, so you didn't need much. You also grabbed some wine to take over to the bbq later.

You'd checked Google maps and James' house was about 20 minute drive away. Once you'd put away your shopping and packed your bag, you text Anna to tell her you were in your way.

You pulled up outside the terrace house, spotting a parking space a bit further down the street, before getting out and lugging your stuff up to the door. You could see someone approach through the glass on the door not long after you'd rang the bell and Anna appeared.

"Hi!" She said as she pulled you into a hug. "Nice dress!"

"Hi and thanks. Got it at that new shop, you know that boutique place in the high street."

"Its perfect!" She said.

Perfect? Ok...... You thought to yourself.

"Makes your boobs look amazing."

"Cheers!"

Just then James appeared in the hall way.

"Hi Em, how are you?" He asked as he gave me a hug.

"I'm good, thanks for inviting me and for letting stay the night to."

"Its no problem, saves getting a taxi back later. Don't like the thought of you going home late like that on your own."

Ah what a sweetheart he was, you were really pleased for Anna.

"I'll take this upstairs for you." He said taking your overnight bag from you.

"And I'll put this wine in the fridge." Anna added. "Go through the lounge to the garden, I'll bring you a drink out."

"Thanks guys." You replied.

You made your way out to the garden and stepped out onto the patio. The sound of your arrival had alerted the only other person in the garden to turn around.

Fuck.

He was here.

You stood staring at him for a second, both of you recognising each other. You couldn't read his expression, was he annoyed to see you? Happy? Confused?

"Emily.....hi......." he mumbled.

"Hi......." you replied frozen in the doorway.

Just then you heard James behind you, he had been quick to take your bag up to your room.

"Em, this is my housemate Niall." He said, as you finally stepped out into the garden.

"Yeah, we've met before." Niall said smiling.

Fuck, he was going to call you out. Say what happened last weekend.

"Oh really?" James asked oblivious to the nervous look on your face.

"Yeah, we both work at the same place." Niall replied.

"Oh I didn't realise, so do you work in the same department?"

"Um no, we don't." You replied feeling like you could throw up.

"We hung out a bit last week at our work party, we know a few of the same people."

"Of course! Anna said you had a masquerade ball to go to and I knew Niall was at one. I should've clicked!" James said.

Niall was staring at you still, James bless him was still oblivious to the tension between you both.

"I'm going to go sort out the food, Niall can you get the bbq lit?" James asked.

"Yeah of course bud."

Anna came out with your drink and one for Niall before offering you a wink and heading back inside with James. You stared at her as she walked away and she glanced over her shoulder at you and made a shooing motion with her hand. Oh god! She was trying to set you up with Niall. You bet this was the blind date that her and James had tried to set you up on.

You turned to face Niall, the feeling of needing to throw up still there. You took a sip of your wine before looking across at Niall.

Shit this was awkward.

"So you haven't told Anna about the party then?" Niall asked you nervously.

"No, I haven't told anyone." You replied, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "Have you told James?"

"No, was a bit embarrassed by the fact that I woke up alone."

"Oh........I'm sorry........it's not something I normally do...... just sleep with someone I hardly know."

"Well it's not something I normally do either............... Was gutted when you weren't there when I woke up." He said quietly as if he was unsure of your reaction to his statement.

"You were?" You whispered, the surprise in your voice evident.

"Yeah........I um........doesn't matter........you did leave......I um got the hint."

"Niall I'm sorry, I just presumed you wouldn't want me to be there when you woke up."

"Well you were wrong." He replied as he reached over and took his beer off the table. You watched him take a sip, watched the way his mouth wrapped around the head of the bottle.

His lips.........God his lips. You exhaled slowly not realising you'd been holding in a breath whilst you watched him.

"I thought we had a connection, I thought it meant something to you. I thought........we could........I don't know." He flustered.

You looked at him, your mouth wide open. You hadn't expected him to say that.

The connection you'd felt with him had totally overwhelmed you, you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. You'd only tried to avoid him last week to save face. Stupidly you had assumed that he would only view that night as a one night stand. It seems you were wrong.

"It meant something to me. It meant a lot to me.......... I'm so sorry Niall." You whispered hoping he'd hear the sincerity in your voice.

He looked at you for a moment, before turning around and opening the gas bbq up. He quickly lit it, before closing the lid and facing you again.

"I hoped I'd get to see you again away from work, hadn't expected it to be at my house! " he said a grin on his face. The atmosphere had changed slightly between you. It was less awkward more flirty.

"Well l think Anna and James are trying to set us up." You said smiling as you glanced towards the house.

His face lit up. "I think so, I've funnily enough been told a lot about how great Anna's best friend Em is, I assumed it was short for Emma not Emily. Do you prefer being called Em? I mean, I always call you Emily."

"I don't mind either, although I particularly like it when you call me your dirty girl. " You replied quickly and a smirk appeared on your face.

His mouth hung open at your crude words. The air felt thick all of a sudden. He set his beer down and as he moved closer about to reply, Anna and James came striding out.

He stopped his steps and looked down at his hands before turning towards them then back to you. He cleared his throat and whispered, so they couldn't hear. "This conversation is not over." And then licked his lips.

Anna then launched into a long conversation about how she hadn't realised that Niall and I knew each other. She was desperately trying to be subtle about how nice it was that we were outside of work getting to know each other better. You were trying to process her words but you're exchange of words with Niall was running through your mind. What did he mean when he said this conversation wasn't over? You couldn't wait to find out.

"Shall we go change into some swim stuff whilst the bbq is warming up?" James said.

"Great idea." Anna said smiling.

Oh God this was a set up.

Wonder what Anna and James would say if they found out that last week you'd had mind blowing sex with Niall. You couldn't stop yourself from smirking and Niall smirked back, like he could read your mind.

Opening your over night bag, you pulled out your towel and simple black bikini. You'd just finished tying it up behind your neck when you heard a gentle knock on your door. Opening it up you expected to see Anna, but instead you saw Niall. He'd changed into some swim shorts and was shirtless.

Wow. You tried to hide your massive smile.

He put his finger over his lips to silence you and looked behind him and down the hall before walking in the room and shutting the door.

"So.........what can I do for you?" You whispered, a small smile appearing on your face.

He stood staring at you, his eyes running up and down your body. His earlier bravery at coming to your room had gone and you could tell he was nervous.

"I um..........You look gorgeous." He whispered back.

There was silence for a moment before you took a few steps forward, you moved your hands up to his chest, running your fingers through his coarse chest hair. Your mind was wandering with thoughts about last week but he pulled you back to reality as his hands fell on your hips. He tilted his head, nudging your nose with his, a smile on both your faces.

His lips met yours in a tender kiss, moving your hands up to run through his hair you deepened the kiss. He moaned against your lips and slipped his tongue in mouth. All your emotions of last week came crashing down on you, the connection and spark you'd felt was still there.

A loud knock on your door had you both pulling apart from each other.

"Just a second." You called out.

"It's just me." Anna said. "I just wanted to say I'll meet you downstairs with the lads."

"Ok, I'm just getting changed. Be down in a minute." You called back.

Niall took that to mean he'd probably got another few minutes to keep kissing you before you had to go downstairs. His lips found your neck and you stroked the nape of his neck as he moved his mouth across your collar bone. You could feel his arousal in his shorts as he pulled your hips closer to him.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you all week." He whispered against your skin. " Didn't have the guts to call you. Shamefully avoided you all week." he said as he brought his face up to yours.

"I did the same thing. I'm sorry, I really am." You whispered.

"Let's forget about how stupid we were and go downstairs and laugh as we watch our best friends try and set us up together." He whispered back smirking.

"I'll go first, and maybe you should go to bathroom to calm yourself down." You replied as you pushed your hips forward and your centre met his erection. He hissed out at the contact. "If I had time, I'd help to out." You smirked as you grabbed your cover up and towel from the bed and walked towards the door.

"I'll get you back for that." he said as he gave your bum a quick squeeze and slowly opened the door.

The hall way was empty, Niall went towards the bathroom while you made your way downstairs, throwing your cover up on as you went.

Anna was in the kitchen when you got downstairs, getting bits out of the fridge.

"Hi." You said as you walked in the room.

"Hi, sooooooo............?"

"So what?!" You asked confused.

"Nialls pretty great isn't he? Didn't realise you worked together."

"Yeah he's a nice guy, we chatted a bit last weekend. Don't know him that well, as he doesn't actually work with me, just for the same company."

"Well, you can get to know him better today can't you?!" She said smiling.

"Knew this was a set up as soon as you opened the door to me!"

"Oh come on, he's a nice guy, good job, nice place. Just get to know him. James and I think you're perfect for each other."

You heard the stairs creak as Niall came bouncing down them, his shorts showing no signs of an erection. You curled your bottom lip into your mouth and you swear you could taste him still.

"Need me to take this stuff out to James?" Niall asked.

"Yes please." replied Anna.

He took the trays of burgers and steaks out to James who you presumed was in the garden. Anna didn't push the Niall conversation any further, you just chatted about your weeks and how work was as you cut the rolls and chopped the salad. With the prep done you placed what you needed in the fridge and grabbed the wine before heading out to join the boys.

"Is it ok if Em and I jump in the hot tub whilst you boys sort the bbq out?" Anna asked James.

You took the opportunity while they were talking to check out Niall again, he had a smirk on his face. How had you got him so wrong? You could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You had no idea what was going on with you two or where he wanted this to go. That was a conversation for another time.

The both of you took off your cover ups and grabbed your wine before climbing in the hot tub. It may have been a warm June day but the water wasn't too hot. You both settled back against the back of the hot tub and watched the shirtless men argue over the bbq.

Luckily you were far enough down the garden to talk about them in low voices but it meant you weren't too far away to hear what they were saying to each other.

"James seems really sweet Anna, I'm so pleased for you."

"Thanks, he's honestly such a great guy, I'm waiting for it to go wrong."

"It wont! It's obvious he's crazy about you."

"It is?"

"Yeah, he's all cute trying to keep you close to him, sweet little glances over to you all the time."

She smiled as she gazed over at him and Niall arguing about what should go on what rack on the bbq.

This afternoon was going to be interesting you thought as Niall turned around and smiled at you.

"They're watching us." Niall said, as we sat in the hot tub that Saturday evening. A massive sigh left his beautiful pink lips. James and Anna had gone up to bed a few minutes ago.

"Oh god, are they?!" You said smiling.

"Yeah, don't look straight away but, top window on the left." He replied taking a sip of his beer.

You looked around the garden a little, before looking up at the window Niall had described and saw the curtain twitching.

"Subtle!"

"Ah bless 'em though, they really have tried to get us together today."

"They have, the pair of fucking idiots!" You said, a smirk appeared on your face as you sipped your wine.

"So, I get the impression that you and Anna are really close."

You nodded. "yeah she's my best friend."

"But you didn't tell her about last weekend?"

You knew he'd want to talk about this further, you'd been waiting for it. You'd both apologised earlier and shared a secret kiss in the spare room. But it was strange that you'd not told Anna about him, you'd not even told her about your year long crush on him.

"Today's set up is exactly why I didn't tell her about us!" You giggled. "She's a hopeless romantic and I knew if she found out I liked you then I'd never hear the end if it! What about you though? Why didn't you tell James? Do Harry and Liam know?"

"Harry quizzed me the next day, told me I was a twat because I didn't make a move on you. James, well similar to you I suppose plus I was embarrassed."

"Not even sure what I was thinking when I left."

"I get it, I do. You thought I'd just view it as a one night stand, not want anything to do with you the next day."

"Just thought it was best." You said playing with the stem of your wine glass.

"Wish I could kiss you now." He whispered, staring at you.

"I wish you could to."

Both of you knew they'd be still watching you, waiting to see if something would happen.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked.

"No."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

You chatted in the hot tub for a another half an hour before getting out. Wrapping your towel around your body you began gathering up bits that needed to be taken in over night. Niall turned off the hot tub and checked everything was clear, before following you into the house and locking the door behind him.

You weren't sure if Anna and James were asleep or not, but you still tip toed around downstairs as you put glasses and stuff in the kitchen.

His hands found your hips as you went to leave the kitchen, and you smiled as he turned you around pulling you back to him.

"Need a kiss goodnight." He whispered as he leaned in.

You leaned in to, your lips meeting. What started out as a sweet goodnight kiss turned into a heavy makeout session against the wall in the kitchen. You reluctantly pulled away from each other before saying goodnight and heading towards your separate bedrooms.

Part Four

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 16/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince. RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

The school was crowded and you found yourself clutching onto Sammi’s arm. “Hey, you ok?” Sammi asked you. You nodded. “It’s the crowd?” she asked. You nodded again. “They’re high school students. You can take them,” she teased. You smiled at her, grateful for her support. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring a jacket,” she commented.

[I don’t want to hide] you signed. You wanted to get back to a normal life. That’s what you’d kept telling yourself, anyway. [Wearing a jacket in August is obvious]

“So are your arms,” she replied. You nodded. Your arms were pretty obvious. You’d also been on the news more than once for press conferences with the Avengers. It wasn’t like people wouldn’t know who you were, and everyone probably knew your story.

Your lockers were right next to each other and that was your first stop, where you spent time taping up pictures of your housemates, and most especially one of you and Loki. Sammi was taping up pictures in hers as well. It had become a tradition since middle school. “I missed you last year,” she said as you evaluated her work.

[I missed you too] The bell rang a warning for everyone to get to class. You and Sammi made your way to your first class and you were thrilled you had at least most of your classes together.

You had forgotten how awful high school could be. Kids were whispering about your scars as you passed them in the hall. It was also so loud and crowded. You didn’t remember it being like this. It got worse during your first class. You were sitting next to Sammi, signing with her about the last movie you’d gone out to see with her and Loki. People watched curious, but didn’t bother you. Yet. It was too early in the school day for them to be that brave. You did wave at a couple kids you recognized from before, but Sammi was the only one you’d considered a friend in this class.

The bell rang for class to start and everyone quieted down when the teacher started class. “Welcome to AP English Lit. This is room 304 and I’m Ms Price. If this is not the class you’re expecting to be in, kindly leave the room now,” she gestured to the door. Some of the students chuckled. No one took her up on her offer. She she began taking attendance. You got on her bad side when she called your name. You raised your hand in response. She called your name again. “Students in my class answer with ‘here’ or ‘present’,” she told you firmly. You knew your situation had been explained to the school already. Your mom had done it freshman year, and you knew Cap had reexplained things when they reregistered you. This teacher was just being a bitch, or didn’t believe that you were mute.

“Ma’am, Y/N is mute,” Sammi spoke up. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for you. There were a couple other students who spoke up in agreement, those who knew you freshman year.

Somehow the vibe you got off of this teacher reminded you of Professor Snape. This was going to be a long year of AP English. “Oh, right. That was in the notes….” she backpedaled quickly. You weren’t going to trust her regardless. She collected the summer reading assignments and jumped straight into the first class discussing one of the books from the reading. You were prepared for her to ask you questions, though, even had Sammi not been sitting next to you. You already had your Stark-tech laptop open on your desk and the program open for Jarvis to read aloud whatever you typed. Other kids had laptops out too, but none of them said ‘Stark Industries’ on the back.

By your second class of the day, the kids were getting brave enough to ask about your past and living with the Avengers. You were tired of it already. So was Sammi who was answering most of the questions on your behalf. The smarter kids started friending you on Facebook to bother you that way. “She’s not a freakshow!” Sammi yelled at one kid who’d gotten too close to asking about your powers.

“Ms. Morgan,” the teacher of that class admonished. Nothing was going on this class after the textbooks had been handed out.

[Sammi, it’s ok] you signed at her before she could get angry and get herself in trouble.

[No it’s not] she signed back. You rolled your eyes.

[They’re stupid]

“Well duh,” she replied aloud.

A note appeared on your desk out of nowhere.

I hope you are having a good day, darling

You smiled at it and your thoughtful boyfriend.

You began to feel by your third class of the day that not wearing a jacket was a mistake. It would be less obvious than the attention your scars were drawing. Sammi wasn’t in this class to save you either, so you had to suffer alone.

School is worse than I remembered you wrote on the back of the slip of paper Loki had sent you. You hadn’t expected anything to happen, but the note vanished as soon as you lifted your pen from it. The silence was lonely when so very few people here knew how to sign, but people kept bothering you for their own curiosity anyway.

There was a geek of a kid in that class you remembered from freshman year named Peter. He had learned some basic signs after meeting you freshman year and you grinned at him when he wanted to have a conversation with you to practice what he’d learned. He was so earnest and puppy-like that he was instantly your friend. He didn’t ask about the Avengers, your scars, or your powers, and that earned him brownie points too.

I am sorry it is difficult. I know you are perfectly capable of overcoming any obstacle in your way, my siren. Came Loki’s reply. You smiled at the slip of paper and tucked it carefully in your pocket.

By lunch you were exhausted and missing your usual nap. You went to your locker to drop off the textbooks you’d acquired that morning and were surprised to find a zippered hoodie in your locker. You know you hadn’t put it there. There was a note stuck to it. Just in case ~L You smiled, but would have to figure out how he’d found out which locker was yours to magic a hoodie into it. You pulled the hoodie out and slipped it on, tired of all of the stares.

“Where’d that come from?” Sammi asked indicating your hoodie when she arrived at her locker. You handed her the note from Loki in reply. “Sweet boyfriend,” she replied, handing it back to you. “You should probably claim him on Facebook soon before the guys get brave enough to start asking you out in order to meet the Avengers.” You rolled your eyes at that, but made a mental note to do just that. You actually pulled out your phone and texted Loki

-Remind me to teach you about Facebook later- you had taught him to use his Stark-issued phone, though he rarely used it. -Thanks for the hoodie- you added quickly. -Sammi says you’re sweet-

You had lunch with Sammi and your old friends. Peter joined you too. The entire conversation was silent, spoken in signs. You actually smiled and it felt like old times. Sure, your group was drawing attention, but it was comfortable in the group.

“Y/N?” a teacher’s voice called from the entrance to the lunchroom. You stood, confused. The teacher came over and handed you a slip of paper. “You’re wanted in the counselor’s office,” she told you. You nodded and grabbed your bag, waving to Sammi when she tried to follow you. You could handle a counselor on your own.

You made your way up to the counselor’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in!” bid the voice inside. You entered and took the chair on the other side of the lady’s desk, dreading whatever this was. “I’ve heard some disturbing reports about you, Miss Y/N, and it is only the first day of classes.”

You pulled out your laptop, figuring she didn’t sign. -What reports?- you had Jarvis ask for you. She looked impressed with that tech and how human Jarvis sounded.

“Some of the teachers and students are concerned that you’re covered in scars…” she started. You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes. You stripped off the hoodie so she could see for herself.

-I have been on three press conferences where Captain America himself explained my scars and explained the hell I went through for a year- you typed quickly and Jarvis read your words with the perfect amount of emotion in the words. You were pissed that they were making a big deal out of this when Cap had promised everything had been taken care of. -The entire team was reassured that I would be welcome back here and there would be no issues, that I could have a normal life- You knew you were being too defensive, but you were exhausted and tired of people commenting nonstop about you, your scars, and your abilities.

“Yes, we have heard from Captain America, but it’s not his body that’s covered in scars. I just wanted to hear from you that you’re ok,”

-I’m fine. Thank you for your concern- You could be polite. It wasn’t easy, but you could be polite. You slipped your hoodie back on. You had to answer more polite questions that pried into your life, but you had answers prepared and she finally let you go to class. She was only trying to be helpful.

“You ok?” Sammi asked during fifth bell study hall.

[Not used to being awake this long] You whined at her. You should’ve started fixing your sleep schedule earlier in the summer, but you hadn’t thought it would be so hard.

“First day’s rough on everyone,” she reminded you kindly. She was right, though. The entire cafeteria full of students looked subdued. You opened your laptop and spent the rest of study hall video chatting with Loki. Sammi joined in too. You were surprised none of the teachers tried to stop you, but quickly realized that they didn’t know what you were doing. No one else could get a video chat program to open in the school, since they were all on the school’s wifi. You were connected directly to Javis, so you had access to everything.

You were so relieved when classes finally ended for the day and you could go home. You waved goodbye to Sammi when you’d both left the school. Loki was waiting for you in the exact spot he said he’d be. You went to him and fwumped your head against his chest with a groan. “That bad?” he asked, taking your bag off of your shoulder. You nodded against his chest, exhausted and emotionally drained from the awful day. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, darling, let’s go home,” he steered you away from the school and you went with him gladly, wondering why on Earth you’d ever wanted to go back to that place. “Why was it so bad?” Loki asked as you walked.

[People wouldn’t talk about anything but my scars or powers all day. They just kept demanding answers so I could be fodder for gossip] you signed at him, knowing you were whining.

“It will die down when they get used to your presence,” Loki promised.

[I hope you’re right]

You spent the afternoon teaching Loki about Facebook. He was hesitant over the stupid Midgardian waste of time, but he was amused by the team’s pages, especially Thor who was a doofus on social media. “Why do you want me to learn about this?” Loki asked again while you were setting up his profile. You rolled your eyes and sent him the relationship request.

[Because human males are stupid] He glared until you continued. [They will think I am fair game to date]

“Ah,” he replied and accepted the request without further hesitation.

“Y/N, we’re going on a mission that we know we’re going to need the Hulk on. Are you up to coming with us to help?” Cap asked that evening. You nodded and stood to go with them. Loki was at your side in an instant, wrapping a protective arm around you and snarling at Cap. “You’re coming too, Loki,” Cap replied instead of acknowledging Loki’s unreasonable reaction. “We’ll get you a uniform later, Y/N,” Cap said apologetically. You shrugged. You didn’t need a uniform to hide in the jet until the end of the battle and calm the Hulk down afterwards. That was all you’d be doing.

The team met at the jet, everyone in uniform except for you and Bruce. Bruce didn’t get a uniform and you didn’t have one. This was your first mission after all.

Cap spent the entire trip going over the plan. Your part of it was, as expected, to hide in the jet and calm the Hulk after the battle. Your powers weren’t exactly suited to helping the team in any other way. Though the comm devices they all wore during the battle would protect them from your powers. That had been tested already.

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islareeveswriting · 7 years ago

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A/N Just something really short and sweet for Valentine’s day because I couldn’t help myself and I miss these two a lot. I haven’t proofed it properly, but hope you enjoy nontheless. Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!!

“So what are you and Rae doing today?” Harry looked up slightly as Niall asked the question. They’d grunted sleepily when Niall had come into the kitchen, Harry already sat at the table shirtless and waiting for his coffee to wake him up. It hadn’t worked yet, but Niall seemed chirpier as he turned to face Harry from the steaming, brewing mug of tea on the counter behind him.

“I’ll be getting some sleep, don’t know about her.” Harry told Niall groggily, bleary eyed and puffy cheeked. In case it wasn’t already obvious Harry was shattered, he yawned for effect.

“Oh dear, trouble in paradise is it?” Niall questioned teasingly, knowing that wouldn’t be the case. Niall did fold his arms across his bare chest though, reminding Harry that even, but maybe especially, he wouldn’t get away with upsetting Rae. Not if Niall had anything to do with it.

“No, she’s just got an exam so she’s stressing and was up late revising, I didn’t get a lot of sleep.” Harry explained, sitting back in his chair and lifting his mug to take another mouthful of the black coffee. It wouldn’t be enough to give him the wake up he really needed though.

“Oh I see.” Niall nodded, understanding. If Rae had been a hard worker in first year, another word entirely was needed for how she was approaching second year. She even put her third year housemates to shame ninety percent of the time. “It is Valentine’s Day though mate, you should probably wind some flowers into that plan of sleeping somewhere.” Niall pointed out. Harry knew, but it was never something he or Rae had really gone in for. Their first Valentine’s Day together had gone past largely unnoticed had it not been for the waitress in their local cafe who asked them if they were on a Valentine’s date when they’d gone in for coffee and pastries.

“Alright, when were you worried about romance?” Harry asked with a smirk.

“I’m not, but Rae might be, she is a girl after all, don’t they all love that shit?” Niall sneered, only humouring Harry more. Despite the good looks and sparkling eyes and Irish charm, Niall was not a romantic, at all. The last girl he’d dated had been horrified when Niall had admitted the flowers he’d given her had been stolen from Rae’s room half an hour before their date because Niall had forgotten all about it. And that was just one story in a long list of un-romantic mishaps when it came to Niall’s lovelife.

“Honestly,” Harry sighed. “Rae is so taken up by this exam at the moment, she probably hasn’t even realised the sun has come up, let alone that it’s Valentine's day.” Harry explained, and it wasn’t a lie. Rae had been in her revising bubble for two days now, and though she spent most of her time in Harry’s room, it often felt like she wasn’t really there, or at least that Harry may as well not have been.

“I hope you’re right.” Niall warned, turning back to his tea. Harry groaned to himself then. He’d always been one of those, ‘I don’t need a special day to spoil my girlfriend’ kind of people. However, if nothing else Niall’s words made him think about when the last time that he had done something nice and out of the blue for her. If he was honest he couldn’t remember, but he could remember how Rae had come home with chocolate for him when he was stressed, picked up some Lemsip when he had a cold two weeks ago, met him after his lecture because he’d forgotten something for his catch up with his dissertation mentor.

Maybe Harry did need an excuse after all. He hated himself for that, but at the same time, maybe it was better than nothing at all. And he had an idea.

Harry stood from the table and traipsed back upstairs, Niall forgotten in the kitchen, eating whatever sugary cereal had been on offer in Tesco that week. When he got to his room, Rae was still bent over his desk, oblivious to him being back in the room, scrawling over pages and leafing through text books like her life depended on it. Of course Harry knew exactly what depended on it, and he hated how much pressure she put on herself to not have to leave Brighton after her degree.

“I’m just gonna pop out for a bit.” Harry told Rae, pulling on a sweatshirt from the box at the end of his bed and searching around for his jeans in the same spot.

“Am I annoying you?” Rae asked, though didn’t lift her head from the book she was scanning. Obviously she found what she was looking for because Harry saw her finger quickly point at something on the page, before she started writing frantically on the notebook again.

“No, why would you think that?” Harry asked as he stepped into his jeans, pulling them up over the clean boxers he’d put on that morning. Harry stood still for a minute, staring at the back of Rae’s head waiting for her to say something. For a few moments Harry wondered if she’d even heard him, but then she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Because I’m being a stressy pain in the arse at the moment.” Rae laughed and Harry shook his head, stepping closer to her.

“No you’re not it’s fine,” Harry told her, bending to kiss the top of her head. Rae relaxed for a second, but it wasn’t long before she was tensed up again and eyeing her books. “I won’t be long.” Harry told her and Rae nodded, turning back in the chair to look down at her books as Harry escaped the room.

Rae sighed to herself once the door was shut, distracted by the gaping feeling that she was being a rubbish girlfriend. Harry said he understood, it was fine, it would be done soon and they could cuddle in bed as much as they wanted then, but even so Rae felt guilty. It always felt like he went over and above for her, yet she was more often than not stressing over exams or photos or something university related.

At that moment, she really did have to revise though. Her exam was two days away, and she did not know enough, or at least she thought she didn’t. So she pushed her guilt aside as best she could and drowned herself back in her books.

Rae didn’t know how long had passed, when she surfaced again at the sound of the doorbell. It woke her from her dream like, study state that she’d been in since Harry left. She had no intention of leaving the desk though, she was just a little more aware of the world around her again.

“Rae can you get the door.” Rae heard Niall call and she groaned loudly, leaning back on her chair.

“I’m studying.” Rae shouted back, moving to relax again, thinking about grabbing a blanket as she was already out of the zone, she may as well make the most of it and her thick cable knit sweater and jeans, just weren’t quite cutting it in keeping her warm.

“I’m naked.” Niall called back to her again.

“Eugh, you’re so annoying.” Rae cried as she stood from the chair and pulled Harry’s door open. She trotted down the first flight of stairs, and then the second, pausing halfway down catching Niall sat on the sofa in the living room, fully clothed and working his way through a family pack of Walkers crisps. “You’re not naked.” Rae reprimanded. Niall turned to her and grinned brightly.

“And now you’re not studying.” He pointed out with the same impish grin. Rae just rolled her eyes and finished her journey down the stairs to open the door. She was taken back a little by Harry stood on the other side a little rosy cheeked from the cold February air.

“Oh hey, did you forget your key.” Rae smiled, stepping aside. Harry cleared his throat and shook his head not moving from his spot.

“No, I’m here to pick you up.” Rae frowned at him and stepped back into his line of vision from behind the door. Rae had an amused, confused look on her face as she tilted her head to one side. “For our date.”

“What date?” Rae laughed, shaking her head at Harry, completely at a loss for what he was talking about. She knew she was being a bad girlfriend at the moment, but she wouldn’t have forgotten if they’d made plans to do something that Harry would feel worthy of calling a date.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten,” Harry winked with a smirk, making Rae giggle more.“You agreed to go out with me on Valentines day remember?” Harry urged, leading her in the direction he was going. Rae continued to giggle and nodded her head at him.

“Oh yes, I remember.” Rae conceded.

“These are for you.” Harry announced, pulling a beautiful bunch of flowers from behind him. Untraditional in his choice of blooming daffodils, bright yellow freesias and a scattering of gypsophila to break it up a bit. Rae smiled, taking them from him and sniffing in the fresh scent, always a lover of fresh and beautiful flowers. Though no one had ever bought her flowers before, even Harry. “Are you ready?” He asked with wide eyes and a bright smile.

“Harry I’ve got-”

“You’ve got to come out with me and forget about your exam for an hour.” Harry interrupted, his eyes turning stern and his smile falling to a hard line that told Rae there was no arguing. She sighed, her shoulders rising and falling with it. “Trust me, you need a break.” Harry told her a little softer, stepping forward, breaking the nervous first date act and taking hand. Rae sighed again, giving in despite her better judgement. Apart from anything else, getting out of the else was tempting and getting out of the house with Harry was too good to say no too.

“Ok, let me just find some shoes.” Rae told Harry with a soft smile that didn’t even nearly match the bright grin she got in response to her agreement. Rae turned from the door, slipping on the black leather chelsea boots that were soft from wear and grabbing her winter coat. She joined Harry on the doorstep again and took his hand, closing the door behind her with her other one. “So where are we going.” Rae asked.

“A surprise.” Harry told her with a smile. Rae didn’t ask any more questions but followed his step away from the house in the direction of wherever they were going.

As had always been the way with Harry and Rae, conversation came easily, even without talk of university which Harry tried to steer the chat away from. All he wanted, just for a couple of hours, was for Rae to completely forget about her exam and about university and about the fear she carried of not getting a first and having to go straight back to Australia. Of course, it didn’t always sit nicely with Harry. The thought of Rae being so far away buried a black hole into Harry that opened up every so often and threatened to suck him in. Living in the present had always been hard for Harry and it fed his anxiety no end. However, there was a part of his mind that couldn’t see a future with our Rae’s hand in his, so he just chose to focus on that instead.

“The pavillion.” Rae chirped as they rounded the corner, past Pinocchio’s into the gardens. They were still suffering from the onslaught of winter and the bleak day didn’t help, but the place still made Rae smile with memories of what this place meant for her and Harry.

“Yep, remember when you bought me ice cream?” Harry asked, as if either of them would forget it.

“Of course I remember, I was pretty nervous.” Rae admitted with a grin, peeking up to Harry as she did so.

“Rae O’Brien, nervous? I don’t believe it.” Harry scoffed, but Rae just laughed, because she had been nervous. She’d never felt nervous around him before or since, he stilled her mostly, but that one time she had been and she’d never really been able to pinpoint why.

“It’s true, I thought you’d tell me to get lost, Niall had hyped this up as being your place for you time.” Rae explained as best as she could.

“I’m glad you came.” Harry told her with a smile.

“Same.”

“Well we’re not sitting on a bench in the cold today.” Harry told her, leading her down the path towards the large domed building. “They’ve got a special exhibition on for Valentines day, all about love and romance and stuff, thought it might be good seeing as we’ve still never been inside.” Harry told and Rae’s smile seemed to get bigger with every word.

“Sounds perfect.” Rae told him honestly.

Inside was both exactly as Rae had imagined and different all at once. Of course it was regal and stunning and breathtaking, the way she’d known it would be and she wished she had her camera on her. The exhibition Harry had been talking about was in a smaller part of the building, its week long stint, meaning it was contained to only two rooms. It was pretty much silent and Harry and Rae respected that, wandering around the place hand in hand quietly. They stopped at each painting admiring them and occasionally pointing things out to one another.

Harry enjoyed the quiet, and found himself stepping back a little so he could watch Rae as she took in the art. There were some great paintings on display, but none of them matched her. She was his muse, and has glorious as any art work he’d ever seen. He’d rather look at her than all the portraits in the world.

It was as they stopped in front of Claude Monet’s ‘Camille (The Woman in the Green Dress)’ that Harry decided to pipe up.

“That’s his wife.” Harry whispered, dipping his head to Rae a little.

“Really? I didn’t know that.” Rae admitted, tilting her head to look at the painting a little harder.

“He painted her quite a bit.” Harry told her. Rae just nodded, continuing to inspect the work. “I’ve been thinking,” Harry started, still whispering, but clearly his throat a little before he continued. “You’ve take loads of photos of me, but I’ve never painted you.” Harry told her and Rae twisted her head to look at him.

“There’s that sketch you did that time.” Rae reminded him, the small pencil drawing in his notebook something she loved.

“Yeah but that was quick and rushed, I’d like to paint you properly.” Harry explained to her, their eyes caught on one another now, Rae’s neck strained to look up at Harry.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’d like you to sit for me.” Harry told her, with wide honest eyes.

“Want to paint me like one of your french girls?” Rae smirked with a wink and Harry couldn’t help but let the chuckle leave his mouth.

“It can be my valentine’s gift.”

“So you do want to paint me like one of your french girls?” Rae quipped and Harry laughed again, shaking his head and pulling her hand a little to keep them moving around the room, away from the people behind them.

“Not quite like that no, I’ve got an idea though.” Harry said, letting go of her hand and wrapping the now free arm over her shoulder.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while huh?” Rae smiled, cocking her head to look at him again.

“Yeah a little while.” Harry admitted unabashed. “So what do you think?”

“I’d like to.” Rae told him with a smile, which Harry reciprocated.

They left pretty quickly after that, Harry deciding they’d get the bus home to save time. Rae giggled at his emphatic enthusiasm that had bubbled up after her agreement. She wondered if he was worried she’d say no, knowing Harry he probably had been, but she didn’t ask. Harry tried to explain his idea to Rae as they travelled, Harry fidgety with excitement, Rae giggling as he bumbled over words, losing himself in his creative thoughts.

All the lights were off when they got home and Rae was silently grateful. They didn’t turn any on as they took the stairs back up to Harry’s room. The heating had clicked on though and Rae shivered, content as the change in temperature moved through her.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Harry asked as he shut the bedroom door behind them.

“No I want to.” Rae told with a smile, already facing him.

“Ok, can you take your top and bra off?” Harry asked suddenly shy. Rae giggled and raised an eyebrow, as she began to lift her jumper over her head. . “No Rae, not like a french girl.” Harry told her sternly, but only making her laugh more. As Rae continued to shed clothes, Harry grabbed the stool he used to paint from and placed it near her. “Ok if you sit there.” Harry instructed once Rae was topless. It was intimate and Harry did have to swallow on nothing for a second, but he was working now so he pushed it away.

Rae did as she was told, taking a seat and bowing her head as Harry walked around her. She jumped a little as she felt Harry’s hands in her hair, but relaxed quickly. She could feel his fingers working deftly through her thick, black mane. She kept her head bowed, eyes looking down at her lap. It was as a petal floated down and made home on her thigh that Rae frowned to herself. Harry hadn’t mentioned flowers.

“You putting flowers in my hair?” Rae asked, and Harry simply hummed a positive sound, clearly concentrating on making the arrangement he could see in his mind's eye come to life.

“Ok,” Harry breathed and Rae lifted her head with that, watching as Harry moved around the room to get his chair. He set it behind her, the easel and a piece of paper next to be moved. Harry sat on his chair getting comfortable and setting himself up. “Good,” Rae could hear the smile on his face as he looked at her from behind. “Can you turn your head to the side slightly? Look over your shoulder at me.” Harry requested and Rae obeyed, but Harry stood to move her a little more, tilting her head to get the desired angles. “Will that be comfortable?” Harry asked once he was happy and Rae simply nodded. “Ok let’s do this.”

Harry sat back on his chair, rolling his shoulders and looking for a few moments before beginning. The room was silent, peacefully so. The only sound was their soft breathing and Harry’s brush against the paper and in the paint. They’d been intimate in so many ways, but this felt different, intimate in a completely different, but somehow, more intense way.

Rae was completely still while Harry painted, looking down at the floor as he worked. He shoulders rose and feel slightly as she breathed but that was it. It made Harry’s work easier, but he wasn’t worried about that. Even as he concentrated hard on what he was doing, he was taken aback by the woman before him. Every inch of her was perfect, the way her waist curved into her hips, the freckles the dotted the tops of her arms and the scar on her shoulder blade from barbed wire. Harry loved and admired it all and it all made its way onto the paper, but he couldn’t do her justice.

In his eyes the piece was going well. It looked how he’d imagined it when he’d had the idea few nights ago as Rae had arranged the flowers now wilting on his desk. She’d glowed in the afternoon light that fell through his windows and smile as she put the flowers in a pint glass that would serve as a vase.

“Ok.” Harry breathed as he finished, putting one last stroke into her hair on the canvas before sitting back and setting down his paint. “I’m done.” He announced. Looking at his watch an hour and a half had passed, though it felt like no time at all. Silence had held them mostly throughout and Harry hadn’t felt so peaceful in a long time. Judging by the soft smile on Rae face as she turned and stood from the stool, she felt the same. Rae joined him at his side, her hand resting on her shoulder as she stood and looked over the painting.

“Wow,” Rae breathed, Harry smiling up at the real thing beside him. “Harry, I don’t, I’m a bit lost for words.” Rae sighed a laugh, eyes raking his work. “It’s really good.” Rae beamed still entirely in awe. Harry simply smiled at her response still soaking her in. H “You happy with it? Is it how you imagined?”

“Better.” Harry admitted, both finally drawn from their transe. “You sat really well, thank you.” Harry smiled standing from his chair. Rae stepped back so he could unpeg the paper from the easel.

“That’s ok.” Rae smiled. “What are you going to call it?” Rae asked, taking steps to join Harry. He didn’t say anything, but Rae peered over his shoulder as Harry picked up his pen. It was the pen he used to sign his work, date it and name it. It was the only thing Rae had seen the pen used for and it was home in his a hole of its own in his desk organiser. Harry flipped the piece over, content it was dry enough and wrote the date at the top of the page before writing it’s name underneath.

Rae Aisling O’Brien. (Forever Valentine).

#SURPRISE #valentines day #WOOO #harry and rae #world of our own #one shot #harry styles #harry styles fan fic #harry styles one shot #1dff

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jentrevellan · 8 years ago

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Summary: A modern AU setting of Thedas! … Lyla Lavellan is heading to Skyhold University, after dropping out of her previous uni. A distance relationship with her boyfriend Solas in Denerim is put under strain but she soon becomes fast friends with her new housemates, classmates and work colleagues, including uni drop-out Cullen Rutherford.

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Chapter 7: Lyla

“Are we friends?”

I look up from my desk. I’ve been pouring over the textbooks ready to start uni next week and I didn’t hear Sera come up. She stands in my doorway, leaning against the frame, looking down at her feet. Strange; it’s rather meek of her.

“Of course we are - well, I hope we are,” I smile.

She shuffles into my room and sits on my bed. I swivel in my chair and turn my music down. “What’s up?”

“You really wanna know?” she asks, twisting her hands in front of her.

I frown. “Only if you want to tell me,” I say gently.

She puffs her cheeks, starts a sentence a few times before blurting out: “What’s the deal with Solas?”

It’s as if a bucket of ice has been chucked over me. I blink several times before saying in a voice, more level than I feel; “W-what do you mean?”

“Sorry, but I don’t like him.”

I take a steadying breath. “Sera-”

“Does he hurt you?”

I stare at her, repeating her question in my mind. Does he hurt me? Oh, yes he does. Can I tell her that? Can I tell anyone that? No.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say carefully, turning back in my chair to my work. I thumb a page in a textbook and pretend to write down a note. “Solas and I are just going through a… rough patch, that's all,” I explain patiently, my voice surprisingly level.

Sera doesn't reply. A few minutes later she gets up with a huff and stalks out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I stare at the back of my bedroom door, feeling empty. It takes me a few minutes to notice the tears spilling from my eyes. Droplets fall on my notes, blurring the ink, so I wipe my eyes furiously. I push myself up from my chair and flop down on my bed, bringing a pillow of my face, as I sob silently into it. I don’t feel anything, and that’s what scares me. It’s almost as if I’m still sat at my desk, watching a girl cry but feeling no emotional attachment, like a dull television show.

I know Sera is trying but I cannot tell anyone. What would Solas do if he found out I had told a friend - or anyone for that matter - that I think he’s abusing me? To be fair, I’ve never really brought the subject up with him. Maybe… maybe he doesn’t realise that he’s hurting me.

I steady my breathing and pull my pillow away. Yes, that’s got to be it. I’m not abused. Neither of us know any better. First relationship. All the magazines and movies say that communication is key. My stomach clenches - when was the last time we actually sit down and talked? Have we… ever?

My phone buzzes on my desk. I reach forward look at the ID, noting a text from Cullen. But the caller ID takes up most of the screen. It’s a picture of Solas and I over a year ago. I’m smiling in the picture. Was I happy?

I swipe my phone to answer the call. “Heya,” I say, voice muffled from little crying fit I’d had.

“Hey, wass sup? Wanna time face me nude? Heh. I wanna see all of you.”

His words are slurred. I feel sick. “I, ah, I look a mess. And I’m studying. Maybe later?”

“Oh, come ooon.” he says, drawing out his words.

“No,” I snap. I can feel myself shaking. Emotions returning.

“Wha-the fuck Ly?”

Ok, deep breath. “I said no, okay? You’re drunk.”

“So? You're my girlfrien’.”

“I said no.”

“You don’ get to say no to me.”

I bristle. “What?! And what are you going to do about it?” I feel stronger knowing that he’s not here. I would never dare say this to his face.

A harsh laugh makes my toes curl in disgust. “You want to be punished? Oh yeah you do. I can do tha’ when I see you.”

“Oh, and when will that be? You never visit me. I always have to visit you.” It’s what’s been on my mind for months now. But I try to ignore that stray thought that I don’t even want to see him: that it’s my duty to do so.

“Whatever. Are you gonna TimeFace me or no?”

“I said NO,” I practically shout. Not caring that Sera could hear me in the room next door, or Cassandra in the room below.

“Fuck you, Ly.”

I hang up and carefully place my phone on the bedside table. I calmly lie back down on the bed and scream into my pillow.

When I wake in the morning, I’m still dressed in what I was wearing when I cried myself to sleep. I chuckle darkly at the thought. Am I fifteen again, crying myself to sleep? Creators, help me.

I sit up in bed and stretch, rubbing my eyes which feel too big and puffy to be mine. I reach for my phone and finally open the message from Cullen I’d forgotten to check after that disastrous call yesterday.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [You working on Sunday?x]

I check my diary and punch reply, relieved for the distraction.

[Morning! Yeah, but finishing early as I’m starting uni on Monday!x]

He replies almost straight away. I can’t help but smile.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [Oh of course! You’ll be fine: Dorian’s with you for most classes, isn't he?x]

[Not sure if that’s a reassuring notion or not! Do you want a lift to work on Sun?x]

Again, an instant reply. I can’t help but play with that little pendant around my neck. I freeze when I realise what I’m doing and snatch my hand away.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [If that’s ok?? I hate to ask!x]

[Hmm, you just want me for my car! Haha!x]

There’s a slight delay before he replies.

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [You know that’s not true.x]

[Haha I know, just winding you up. ;) Of course I’ll give you a lift. Pick you up around 11am?x]

<Cullen (from work) Rutherford> [Amazing - thank you! I owe you a coffee or two!x]

I don’t hesitate in my reply.

[Okay.x]

But then I get no answer. Oh crap, what if he’s taken it the wrong way? Well, part of me wants him to take it the wrong way… wait, did I just admit that? I shake my head and throw my phone to the floor, running my hands through my hair. One battle at a time, I scold myself.

Instead I jump in the shower, noting that Sera’s door is closed, as are Dorian’s and Cassandra’s. I take a long shower, letting the water wash over me, enjoying the warmth. I scrub hard at my skin, hoping it erases the memories of the night before and of that phone conversation. When I’m out the shower and dressed, I pick up my phone and find that I’ve got no calls or texts. It’s a strange mixture of relief and annoyance.

After a few minutes, I dry my hair and braid it loosely before lying back down on my bed. I need to think about things, but I really don’t want to. Part of me wants to hibernate, hoping this will all blow over. I peer over and look at the stack of books on my desk, all new and fresh, ready for the new term to start in two days. I finally pick up my phone again and text Dorian.

[Hey! If I make some hot chocolate, can we study together today?x]

As I wait for a reply, I flick through various social media channels. I end up on BookFace and browse Solas’ profile. I frown at some pictures he’s tagged in. Curiously, I look further and see pictures from last night. He’s at a nightclub (since when did he go clubbing?). His arm around a woman’s shoulders. She’s pecking his cheek. His eyelids are heavy and he’s clearly intoxicated in the snaps, which are a tad blurry. I’m not sure what this bizarre feeling is in my gut. Am I jealous? Envious? Overreacting?

Yes, yes I’m just overreacting.

“Knock knock!” Dorian says from my doorway. I shove my phone under my pillow.

“Hey! Did you get my text?” I fiddle with the pendant distractedly around my neck.

He rolls his eyes. “I did. You do know that we live in the same house, right? One floor below each other?”

I chuckle. “I wasn’t sure you were in,” I say, shuffling up when he comes to sit next to me on my bed.

“Next time why don’t you knock? I’ll even put a handkerchief on the doorknob if I’ve got company,” he winks at me.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Oh geez, Dorian.”

“Just saying! It could happen!” He reaches to my desk and grabs one of the thicker books. “Ooh, my favourite - political analysis of Ferelden literature form the 4th Age. You ready to begin?”

I grab my note pad and we sit and study together. As I get to know Dorian more and more, I’m beginning to see just how brilliant his mind is. He’s so quick and switched on - I’m lucky to be learning from him. However, his eager eye is almost too eager.

“What’s this?” he says, leaning forward to look at the pendant around my neck.

“Oh! It’s a Jayne Ayres necklace,” I smile, showing him the tiny inscription.

“Did Solas give it to you?”

I snort. “No way. Cullen got it for me actually.”

His eyebrows rise. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, for Satinalia… he gets everyone gifts, he said…?” Dorian’s eyebrows rise so high, I think they’re going to disappear in his hairline. “What?” I demand, giving him a gentle shove with my shoulder.

“Oh, nothing. Let’s move on to Orlesian romance, shall we?”

We fall back into our comfortable study silence, pouring over books and writing notes. He shows me his notes and annotations from last term and by the end of the afternoon, despite being up in my room all day with no breaks, we’ve covered all the work I’d missed. I’m amazed at how well we study together. We lie on my bed - tops and tails - cushions propping us up on either end, books scattered on my bed, empty coffee cups lining my desk.

It’s almost dark when Dorian says, “There’s something vibrating.” I blink at him, trying to comprehend. He shuffles around on my bed, moving my pillows and cushions. “Is it your-”

“It’s my phone, Dorian! My phone!” I say exasperated, but laughing.

He picks it up and to my horror he answers, laughter hitching in my throat. “Hello, this is Dorian.”

There’s a voice on the other end I can't hear. I scramble forward and reach for it, but Dorian is surprisingly strong and effortlessly manages to still hold the phone whilst dodging my grabbing hands. Panic sets in - shit, what if it’s Solas?

“Oh, I’m sorry, she’s rather busy right now,” he says in a bored voice.

I try not to scream. If Solas is on the other end, I… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I struggle harder, knowing Dorian is only jesting, teasing me as friends do, but Solas won’t understand. He won’t see it that way! He’ll think I’m cheating on him with Dorian! Creators, help me!

“So why don’t you tell me about this necklace, hmm?”

I freeze, eyes widening. Dorian smirks.

“And where’s my present?” he scoffs. “All right, I’ll pass you over - hang on.” He holds the phone out to me. “Cully Wully, for you.”

I snatch my phone out of his hands, and he barks out a laugh. I tug my hair behind my ears and clear my throat. “Um, hello Cullen.”

“Hey - please ignore Dorian… please?” his voice hums on the other end. I ignore my stomach flipping. I’m just relieved it’s not Solas, aren't I? Creators, my emotions are a mess.

“OK I’ll ignore him,” I chuckle, peering at Dorian, who’s watching me closely.

“Look, I’m sorry to call, but Blackwall’s just phoned in sick. Can you come and work this evening instead of Sunday?”

“Of course,” I say instantly.

A relieved sigh. “Amazing, thank you so much.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes - that okay?”

“More than okay,” he says. My face warms.

“Alright, see you in a bit.”

“Bye.”

I hang up and glare at Dorian. “What?”

He hums and twirls his moustache. “Oh, nothing, nothing.”

“Dorian-” I begin and his smile fades. My voice broke. Oh crap, are those hot tears? Shit!

“What is it?” he asks, face now full of concern.

“I… please, I don't want to sound horrid, but please don’t answer my phone. If that had been Solas then…”

“Then what?” he presses.

“Solas would’ve flipped a lid,” Sera says from my doorway. I jump up, startled. “I’m right, aren’t I?” she says, arms folded.

I chew my lip and turn away, pulling open my wardrobe, searching for my bar clothes. I hate that she’s right, and I think she knows that. But I can’t… I mustn’t speak.

“What on earth are you prattling on about?” Dorian asks as I quickly pack my bag.

“Solas is-.”

“Drop it, Sera,” I warn quietly. I rummage under my bed for my shoes and pull them on, not looking at either of them.

She strides into my room. “No, I won’t drop it! I’ve seen your arms!” Her face is so close to mine, that as I stand, I can see every little freckle on her cheeks.

Dorian stands. “Sera, what-”

“Your arms!” Sera demands.

I take a breath. “I don’t know what you’re on about,” I say calmly, pushing past her, hoisting my bag on my shoulder and running down the stairs. I don’t even say farewell to either of them.

By the time I finally arrive at the pub, my strange mix of anger, fear and - well - just that strange conflict of emotions disappears as soon as I push through the doors. The pub is packed full, mainly with Skyhold rugby fans, all slopping beers, singing awful chants and generally just getting merrily smashed. And let me tell you that being sober, in a strange state of emotions and working in a roomful of sports fans, is not really that much fun.

I slip through the crowds and behind the bar, shimmying past Cullen and Maryden who don’t even clock that I’ve arrived. I dash upstairs, throw my bag on the sofa in the staff room and quickly ready myself by pinning on my apron and brushing myself down. I hold a hair bobble between my teeth as I pull my hair into a messy bun and pause: my eyes are still red and puffy. Did I cry on my way over here? The drive to work is a bit of a blur.

And so I rummage in my handbag for foundation, eyeliner or any sort of makeup but - Fen’harel take me! I’ve got nothing. I’ll have to go down on the bar floor looking like a right state. How did I end up like this? Never mind - I’m sure that the business of the pub downstairs will, no doubt, keep me occupied, so these nasty thoughts won’t have time to filter through and throw me off-balance. I remember that Cullen said he keeps himself busy to distract him from Kirkwall. I wonder if that technique will work for me too, as I try to forget this mess I’m in?

Minutes later I’m behind the bar, working between Maryden and Cullen, pouring pints, making spirits and counting out change. As I stand and take a breath pulling a large order of beer, Cullen slides up next to me, using a different tap.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey yourself,” I grin, tilting the pint glass with one hand, whilst pumping the tap with the other. “Blackwall bailed on your again, huh?” I say conversationally.

“Yep,” he does the same with his pint, before flicking a glance at me. “But I think I prefer working with you.”

I try to ignore that little flip my stomach does at his words. Instead I chuckle and shove him gently with my arm. He realities and does the same, a wicked smile breaking on his face.

“Flatterer,” I say, starting another pint.

He shrugs. “I try.”

We fall back into that satisfactory rhythm of working around each other, even with Maryden - who I’ve only worked with once before - humming around us. As I suspected, those nagging little thoughts have all gone, and despite everything and how tired I am, this evening I feel at my most content. I’m actually enjoying being worked off my feet, of working with a someone who is becoming a good friend. I smile to myself - I really do enjoy working with Cullen. I glance at him just a few inches away, our arms are close enough again that they occasionally brush. His white shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his apron is mucky over his dark jeans and he’s also smiling, but he’s smiling at me. Shit. I hide my confusion of emotions by pulling a stupid (and probably repulsive) expression on my face. Instead he throws his head back and laughs, little creases cornering his eyes. I have to admit - I like his laugh. Makes me want to laugh. Bugger.

As the evening continues, the bar starts to quieten down as many groups shuffle off to seek nightclubs who will remain open. I glance at the clock, noting that there’s only an hour of serving time left, when a familiar face leans over the bar.

“Hello Lyla,” Cassandra says, her words a little slurred.

Cullen touches my arm, and I move away from the till: it’s a normal gesture we use as we work around one another. And yet I try to ignore the warmth of his hand when it touched my arm.

“Hey Cass,” I beam. “What can I get you?”

She purses her lips in thought, looking at the rows of spirits behind me. “I’ll get eight bottles of… Skyton’s Best Cider,” she says. “Although I might need a hand carrying them.”

I touch Cullen’s arm and he moves past me, whilst I punch Cassandra’s order in on the till.

“I’ll carry them over,” Cullen says, glancing at Cassandra.

“It’s alright,” I say, opening the cash drawer. “I’ll clear some of the tables at the same time.”

He nods and moves down the bar to start serving another group of rugby fans. I flick off the bottle caps for each beer and place them on a serving tray before dashing round to the other side of the bar next to Cassandra, who takes a few bottles. I lift the tray onto my shoulder and follow her through the crowds, until we arrive at a corner booth full of rugby players.

“Lyla, this is Iron Bull, the captain of the rugby team,” she says, sitting down next to the huge Qunari.

I place the tray on the table and hand out the beers. “Nice to meet you, Iron Bull,” I say, slightly intimidated. He’s got an eyepatch and a very chiselled jaw. Creators - I do not want to get on the wrong side of him.

But I blink when he roars with laughter at my obvious expression. Cassandra rolls her eyes. “Don’t let his appearance fool you: he’s a big teddy bear, really.”

“Haha, although not on the playing field, am I right boys?” he shouts to the group around him. They raise their bottles and cheer.

I look at Cassandra. “I should get back to work,” I say and with a wave head back to the bar, clutching the empty tray to my chest. I pause at empty tables and pile it up with empty glasses and bottles before winding back to the bar. I put the full tray down with a sigh, and freeze when a hand touches my back.

“Hey darlin’,” a man drawls from behind.

I spin on the spot, hands grasping the edge of the table, only to find myself cornered by a large Ferelden man. His breath stinks of beer and his eyes are sagging with intoxication. I try to hide my repulsion as he leans a hand on the table so he’s eye level with me.

“Wha’ time do ya clock-off?” he says, not abashed at all as his eyes look me up and down.

My gut twists with distaste. “Sorry, I’m taken,” I reply with a forced smile, moving to push past him, but his reactions are fast, considering he’s so drunk, and a hand clasps my elbow tightly. With a wave of nausea, I notice that it’s a similar grip to the one Solas has grasped me with before.

I take a staying breath. “Please let me go,” I say.

He grins, clutching my elbow tighter. “Not until you give me your number.”

“HEY!” a voice behind the bar calls, and I think it’s Cullen. And when I think of Cullen and how I like his company and how I really loathe Solas’ at the moment and I think about how unfair this whole mess is; well, I think something inside me snaps.

I bring my knee up and shove it firmly into this guy’s crotch. He lets out a little “Oof!” before doubling over, grasping his crown jewels. I clench my jaw and glare, knowing that this probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but right now, I simply don’t care.

Cullen and Cassandra are both at my side, Iron Bull also here. Bull grabs the groaning guy by the collar of his shirt and pulls him to his feet. “What are you playing at, huh?” he yells, making the whole pub fall silent and watch.

“She-she kneed me!” he gasps, pointing a shaking finger at me.

Cullen stands in front of me, stopping me as I move forward to do, well Creators knows what. Instead his back blocks my view, but I hear his words.

“And you harassed a member of my staff and a friend. Get out. Now,” he says, voice low, dangerous.

I peer over Cullen’s shoulder and see the fool try and stand and straighten, only for Bull to pick up him so his feet are off the floor, noses pressed together.

“He said GET OUT, did not not hear him?!” Bull roars, saliva spitting over his red face.

The Ferelden man squirms then nods vigorously. Cullen is shaking and I gulp, preparing for our friendship to be halted because, here in this pub, he is technically my boss. But when he turns to look at me - once Bull has escorted the man out - it’s a look that makes me pause. It’s a look of such…genuine care and concern that I see and it’s unnerving me. His eyes soften and he runs a hand through his hair and, if I’m really honest, this shakes me more than this whole incident. And that’s because no-one has ever looked at me like that before - like we’re the only two people in the world. Creators - I’m in trouble.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hand on my upper arm. It’s a gentle touch, one of concern and kindness. My face burns and I look at everything else in the pub except for him.

“Yeah,” I say as casually as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The pub closes soon after and we fall into the close-down routines. Despite Cullen’s insistence I take a break, I carry on working, desperate to distract myself from these maddening thoughts. I can’t think clearly - and in the last twenty-four hours I’ve not been thinking properly at all. Once the final customers are ushered out and the doors are locked, Cullen leans over the bar, uncaps two bottles of beers and hands one to me.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“An alcoholic beverage called a beer,” he grins.

I roll my eyes. “You’re starting to pick up my sense of humour. It’s not a good sign.” Regardless, I take the bottle, careful to make sure our fingers don’t brush.

“Sure you’re okay?” he asks as Maryden pulls on her jacket.

“Yeah, I’m fine - just mortified,” I admit. “I thought you were going to fire me on the spot.”

He takes a swig of his beer before answering. “I was angry,” he says carefully. “But not at you. Just don’t tell Leliana, okay?” He leans back. “You too, Maryden. Let’s keep this between us.”

“I hear ya,” she calls, picking up her handbag. “Am I ok to leave?”

Cullen nods. “Go ahead - Lyla and I will do the final lock up. Thanks for your help.”

Maryden hesitates by me. “Don’t worry about it, sweets: you know, I punched a guy in the nose on my first week,” she winks before slipping out the pub.

I’m only too aware that we are now alone in the pub. I take another sip of my beer and rack my brains for something to talk about. But now it’s just us two here, I’m very much coming to realise that this man here is stirring something inside that I cannot allow. I’ve had many friends in the past who I’ve had subtle crushes on, but I’ve always been in a relationship with Solas. They’ve been little fancies, harmless flirting. But this is different and I’m terrified. I won’t cross the line, and yet I really want him to. I’m just curious.

As if on cue, my phone in my back pocket vibrates and Solas’s image flashes up. My thumb hovers over the answer button but I glance at Cullen who’s watching me closely.

“I… I should probably get this…” I trail off.

He looks away. “Sure. Of course. I’ll just, ah, finish closing up,” he pushes himself off the bar, leaving his beer and heads up to the office.

The phone buzzes in my hands, and I’m so close to answering, but I don’t. I decline the call and slide my phone back into my pockets, following Cullen upstairs. He sits in the office turning off the lights and locking windows whilst I slip into the staff room and grab my bag. I linger in the office doorway when I see Cullen’s head in his hands, taking a deep breath.

“Cullen?” I ask quietly.

He looks up, eyes weary, a loose curl of hair falling across his forehead. “Sorry - just got a migraine. I’ll finish locking up - you can go if you want.”

“I can give you a lift home…?”

He looks at me, and my stomach flips. I chew my bottom lip and try to ignore the sensation.

Cullen sighs and rubs his chin. “I… I shouldn’t. But thank you. I’ll walk today.”

“Alright then… I… goodnight,” I say. “And thanks again.”

A faint smile on his lips, so brief I think I may have imagined it. “Goodnight, Lyla.”

I back out of the office and head downstairs. The two bottles of beer, still predominately full sit together alone on the bar top. I squeeze my eyes tight shut, blinking back tears. I wipe my eyes, angry at myself, unsure as to why I’m feeling like this. Part of me wants to take both bottles up and sit with him in the office and talk. I know that perhaps a week or so ago I probably would’ve done that. But now… now I remember the whole night and I think of the pendant around my neck.

With much reluctance, I slip out of the pub, leaving the two bottles on the bar. I can’t help to think that in another life, I would be walking up those stairs and letting myself dive headfirst into this mess. But not now. I can’t. As if on cue, my phone buzzes. This time I answer it.

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felicezhukov · 7 years ago

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:: Dear Nicolas Jaar ::

Yesterday I wrote you a letter about rape, which can wait, because it’s not fully formulated yet and I have 23% left on my laptop battery and no charger and I need to get all this out today and in a public forum. I write you quite a few letters that never see the light of day, are tucked away in journals, they’re more to process what’s been happening, then the ones online serve as statements I guess, conversations with myself in public spaces. Because I come across as articulate, confident and possibly even at points a bit brutal in my delivery, but there is much I can’t say, the words won’t form on my tongue, but they will emerge from my fingers, I have always preferred text to phone call’s, I love writing emails, the written word is a friend of mine that allows me to draw out the details and the nuances of my thought, so today I must write an open letter to my housemates, a letter inside a letter, an ever expanding maze of dialogues, not that they may ever read it, but it’s out there, in a sphere they can access and therefore makes me feel somewhat better about the situation I’m currently in.

But first and foremost, my sister is in labour right now, speeding through jagged country lanes, probably spewing obscenities as she has the mouth of a sailor without being in rivers of pain anyway, I’m with her, in that car, I hope she can feel me there, squeezing her hand and singing strange lullabies to her stomach. We call the baby the wigglytuff, its its due date today and my sisters 29th birthday, obviously the tuff is eager to share, I guess that’s a good trait?

Here goes nothing, perhaps I’ll regret this I’m not sure; perhaps it’s all poppycock garbled in my head by overthinking:

DEAR HOUSEMATES (vun and tuu of you; swee: I don’t feel the need to reach out to as you seem to be living in your own world, unfettered or affected by me),

Yesterday my laptop charger broke, on closer examination it was rotting at the root of the wires, I found it whilst sitting at my desk, my wonderful desk, my sanctuary, the place I have attempted to make mine after the fallout of a brutal, powerful relationship that I’ve spent the last 10 years in. I was texting the moon when this happened, it was point of frustration, horror, in my day, because the main bulk of the work I’m making at the moment is editing and computer based self portraits and writing, all these things are reliant on this piece of metal and plastic perched on my lap right now, without it I can’t finish my films and what’s more, yesterday, I couldn’t let it absorb me, create a distraction from the aural environment of my room.

When I first came to look at the room I was struck by the light and the breeziness, the people I met were friendly, they shared wine with me and we talked about art, it felt like a place I could make my own for a short time, escape the violence of a previous life and begin to heal. At that point I was moving through a painstaking and hollowing breakdown, all bent around the dissolution of my relationship with the moon, I needed a refuge, a place I could close the door to.

For 10 years I couldn’t close my door to the moon, I know it’s something I chose and at points was wonderful, there were many jubilant moments wrapped in each other's minds and bodies, sharing ourselves completely. But the cycles of abuse also knew no limits and at times when things were particularly difficult the only place I could lock myself away was the bathroom, and even then I could hear him through the door, if he was on one of his spirals, launching angry tirades, because when he was like that virtually nothing could knock him off course, the only way I could break it was by getting in a more emotionally volatile state, which often involved heavy crying, screaming, lashing out physically. Just before I moved out one of the worst episodes occurred in recent history, because I’d had my phone stolen drunkenly, irresponsibly, I endured over 90 mins of vitriolic rage, cunt, bitch, stupid bitch, cunt, over and over and over, admonishing me, bashings things in blind anger, seemingly on the verge of causing me injury but never quite going that far, a staple in the ongoing abuse we’d been moving through.

This time I was to drained to counter anything and just let it wash over me, but it still was absorbed into my soul, and caused a rupture inside me, something deeply painful which hurts now even after time and distance it brings sour tears to my eyes to stroke the memory.

So you can’t imagine the release I felt moving into my new room, closing the door and gently pressing my ‘everything is going to be ok’ poster to the wall behind my headboard, I felt like I’d finally escaped, like the cycle would disintegrate and I could be with myself, get to know me, no longer have to avoid my bedroom with cider and outlandish performances, I could relax and let my bones breathe. This summer was to be the summer I found myself, and sure enough the muhrmaid samurai became my icon, self care, striving for something better in myself was the goal, through determined self examination, meditation, studying and exercise.

But of course things aren’t perfect, to endure is human, is the root of existence, we err and we endure. The wall’s are paper thin in my room, this has become apparent in the last few week’s, I might be able to close my door but smells and sound can travel through walls and increasingly I’ve felt like I’m in a box, in silence or peace you can expand, your mind can travel because you can imagine malleable space outside of where you stand. But if you are surrounded by noise, by elements you can’t control, then its like you are encompassed, trapped, and currently I have no where else to go.

I have no studio, no gym membership, no job (happily that changes next week),I have friends who I do visit pretty regularly but I don’t want to have to go to them because I don’t want to be stuck in my room, I want to be able to go to them for pleasure. I understand that not having a job these past weeks has been causing me more stress and also means I’ve been in the house more frequently, I have had no money and no real freedom which of course will have a knock on effect to my psychic wellbeing. I chose to have no studio, because I wanted to get through everything I have made this year before I start on new projects and felt that being locked away with all this material would force me to pour through it, organise it and understand what I have been doing a little more. Which in truth has happened.

But last night, in front of the candle I’ve been lighting when I sit for mealtimes, over one of the most delicious meals I’ve made for myself in a long time, surrounded by a kind of screeching from all the angles of the house, I held my head in my hands and sucked up tears that threatened to fall. The moon rang and heard the break in my voice, I couldn’t speak to him and I hung up. I tried to just brush it off, endure, we all live on top of each other in this city and I’m only subletting this room, the people I share with, especially you who I’m writing to, have real home’s here and I don’t want to interrupt your ways of life or ask you to censor yourselves.

I’m not 100% sure how it started, possibly because there was a period of 4 days where every morning I was woken by banging and speaking loudly outside my room, then I casually asked by text just to be notified of any decisions made regarding the house, not protesting anything, simply saying I needed a little notice as I was destitute and waking up to a note demanding money without any prior warning felt somehow unfair. Something changed after this message, as if I had stepped outside of my allowable boundaries, despite the fact that it was not rude or aggressively delivered. The next morning I was jolted awake by shouting outside my door, about not doing anything, part of me felt like it was directed at me, possibly that’s paranoia but whatever its intended purpose it certainly caused me shock.

Ever since this I’ve felt a slow decline in our relationship, partly to do with what happened above, partly because I stopped smoking and drinking, so for a few weeks was really tense and desperately avoided the common area’s, the kitchen, the designated smoking area, especially fell out of favour with me and it’s then that I started to really enjoy my solitude.

I’m sorry, I’m not like you, maybe I’m on the autism spectrum somewhere, I’m not sure, but I don’t feel the need to be part of a group and I want the place I live to be a place of reflection. I find interactions with people quite difficult a lot of the time and often feel like I’m not being true to myself in how I behave, so my ideal place is somewhere where I don’t have to worry about this, where I can have a causal relationship with anyone that I cohabit with and not feel like I’m somehow breaking the rules by not wanting more than a light hello when we come across each other. I just want privacy and peace, I want to be alone when I’m at home.

Following from the shouting outside my door it felt like the living room next to my room started to become used more commonly, which I don’t have a problem with as such except that the sofa is adjacent to the back of my bed and I spend a lot of time in bed writing at the moment, so the walls being as they are, its as if we’re sat in the same room with our backs to each other.

During a day that preceded; shouting excited chatter resounded, which is fine but was unusual in the timeline of my stay here, it migrated to the sofa and morphed into the melody of pop song, which in its heightened volume bashed me round the back of the head and knocked me from my train of thought. I hate to complain, will avoid it at all costs, I don’t want to inhibit other people especially regarding noise as I feel like it’s a freedom we don’t get to enjoy often. But it was evening, a week day, it just seemed without necessity and wasn’t creative, I stalked into the living room, bent in anger and spat out about how I’d like you to come hear it in my room and understand how thin the walls were, it was jumbled, I didn’t want to come across that pent up, but I was, I was shaking and my heart was palpitating, conflict is not native to me, I don’t know how to handle myself in that situation. You respectfully turned it down, I hoped it would be the end of it, but the very next day it graduated to a new level of absurdity.

My bedroom is my studio, it has to be, I am too poor to afford anywhere else to create. I make films and music, so I have to record somewhere. I’d been on a roll with my film and as I’d been struggling previously it was a relief to be in sync with editing again. This portion of the trilogy is a strange sort of karaoke I was acting out in my studio in outfits from the past; to songs which have resonated during my life and symbolically described the parts of my oeuvre I used as staging throughout the piece. So I was recording music. It wasn’t an invitation, I would much prefer to have done it somewhere privately, but with nowhere else to go, beggars can’t be choosers….

For some reason it whipped you up outside the room, I don’t know if that was already on the cards before I started to sing but it was suddenly like I had a chorus, an uninvited chorus which totally detracted from what I was trying to accomplish and also made me feel invaded somehow, like it robbed me of the authenticity of the action I was involved in. Somehow this pivoted into karaoke in real time, which you jollily invited me to participate in, totally disregarding the fact that I was engaged in something else and then taking offense to the fact that I didn’t want to be your backup singer or chorus girl.

I’m glad you let me know it was going to happen, but it was unbearable when it finally kicked off, stomping and screaming to lady gaga right next door to me, it felt like you were pointing the noise in my direction somehow, there are many ways to have fun and there was something somehow aggressive about this. I was bowed over at my desk whilst you screamed, with nowhere to go, I had been so happy making my film and suddenly was brutally exposed to the lack of power I held in my own home, how easily my holy sanctum could be penetrated. Not just this but something malicious lay over this moment, and this is what was deeply upsetting, that knowingly you were being cruel, it was not an act of joyous celebration which you painted it to be, but in fact like you were holding my head and rubbing it into the dirt, to remind me of my place, to satiate your own delicate ego’s.

Now you’re not evil people, and these shocks are fairly minor really, I know I’m not a saint and do not claim to be standing above you somehow, I’m just trying to write everything down here so that a mode of communication can be established. I’m writing it down to better understand it myself and because usually in cycles like this, they are unwittingly entered into and not directly intended to be spiteful. They stem from a breakdown in communication and I’m no better than you in this regard, the longer things drag on the angrier I become and now I can barely look at the pair of you. I don’t want to come into contact with you at all though you are regularly forcing me to be aware of your existence and somehow participate in your lives.

I know from experience, from a lot of previous happenings, that this is a pattern, this is how the whole things works. The more I draw away, insulate and attempt to be detached from people, the stronger the resistance and the more relentless their behaviour becomes. Last night was the most recent example; thankfully this isn’t daily, it seems to be happening at the beginnig of the week mostly and from next week I shan’t be exposed to it as I shan’t be here, so hopefully naturally it will lessen its grip on me.

But I was upset again last night, and have started to dread the evenings Monday through to Thursday and beyond, dread having you come home and the circus begin all over again. I know this is your home and if this noise had been so prevalent from the outset perhaps it wouldn’t have affected me so much, but it is different from the first 6 weeks I was living in this house, I know we go through phases but I can’t help seeing a correlation between when I first protested and when it started to get louder and more frequent.

Yesterday I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t be perturbed from using the kitchen, that it was my common space as well and even if it was awkward I was well within my rights to cook in there, I was hungry and I had just ventured to a distant supermarket so was keen to get my goods steamy and on a plate. I didn’t want to socialise, because I feel like when I speak to you it’s inauthentic, I am not coming from a place of genuine inquiry and I just want to potter about my space and get on with my life. I hoped we could share a room without this being an issue but of course that was denial on my part somehow.

As I stated I am probably spectrum, a part of this is that I don’t like to be touched, which irrelevant of the culture you come from should be a respected thing, you could've just asked me politely to move, especially if you’d gauged that I was in a bit of a state and didn’t really want to interact at all. But you touched me and it felt like an invasion, I’m sure it’s just because you’re a tactile person but I can’t help my reaction and don’t feel ashamed of it. You could’ve just asked me to move.

Then the shouting to another fettered guest, one of the parade that seem to be trounced about the house on a weekly basis. It was as if you were using this visitor as a pawn for your agenda of diminishing me somehow, shouting at the top of your voices like you were on a busy junction and ambulances were all around you. I know you have full right to express yourselves in your own house but a modicum of respect could of been used, you had seen me in a pent up state, clearly not in the best place, a feeling and kind reaction to this would of been to temper yourselves just slightly, to understand that I needed a little space. You could still of talked, just things like not bellowing and making a fuss could’ve been levelled, it would of been the kind thing to do.

I’m not 100% sure if you now feel like you’re in a tug of war with me regarding noise, I’m not asking you to not have friends over or to stop living your lives, I’m not asking you to relinquish any of the freedoms you hold dearly, I’m just asking if you’ll consider me sometimes and try to understand things from my perspective. I don’t want a deeper relation or to become friends because I want my home to be a place of respite from the outside world where I can be alone, I don’t wish you ill and I will make an effort from now on the affect small talk, to try and build a bridge, so at least it’s not quite so awkward or angry. I guess that’s my failing and something I need to work on, I need to put my face on, because ignoring people or not engaging with them is also its own act of cruelty and probably comes across as rude. Really I lived in a shared house, I am not alone and can not expect to be left alone entirely.

The truth is there is nowhere I can really expect everything from and as an adult I must realise this, that all places in my life at this point require me to compromise somehow. A muhrmaid samurai would compromise, a muhrmaid samurai would do this without jeopardising their beliefs.

Honestly I do like coming back to the common areas being occupied and lights being on, it feel’s more homely, I just also want to be comfortable in my space, able to go to the toilet, make myself a cup of tea, and not have to feel like by not being overt and excitable I am somhow being rude. I want my home to be my safe space, increasingly its getting further and further from this and its causing me to agonise over what I can do to remedy the situation, how I can counter it with meditation, repeating mantra’s to myself about the hero, channeling the muhrmaid samurai.

Possibly I’m just a difficult over emotional and intense artist, I’m expecting to much and this is madness. But if either of you have read this and somehow recognise what I’ve written down here, please just have a little more care when I’m at home, that’s all I ask. I don’t want this to escalate any more or to feel like I can’t come home, I’m not attacking you, I just want you to understand things from my perspective a little and I know fully well I wouldn’t be able to say this as clearly as I can write it, the words would come out backwards and upside down and you’d probably just take offense.

YOURS UNEXPECTEDLY // DIMINUTIVELY // RESIGNEDLY Felice

Phew, anyway I think I’ve written my piece, I guess those that read and have somehow experienced this before, I have friends who struggle with their housemates as well for instance, might sympathise a little. By putting it all out into the world I hope it will stop fueling the feedback loop in my head….

Now back to baby alert, we’re getting updates on the family whats app group, how meta we are as a unit, the millennial equivalent of the weasleys in a world where magic is interchanged for technology.

I hope you’ve managed to bridge any communication breakdowns in your life Nicolas and I wonder what domiciles you’ve moved through.

#Nicolas Jaar #nicolasjaar

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thatsmisssluttoyou · 8 years ago

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Remember That Time...

Below are a collection of my funnier sexcapades. These are the stories my girlfriends snicker over. I still do too. Sex should be an enjoyable experience. It should be memorable. If anything, I hope these stories give you a belly-laugh, and make you think "thank god that's not me"... 1. Overexcited This guy I met walking home. He kept lapping past me, beeping his horn to get my attention. He finally realized that I wouldn't respond to cat-calling and showboating, and decided to pull over to talk to me. He was a little older than me, with beautiful Mediterranean features and a hint of an accent. He asked me for my number and I gave it to him. These days, I wouldnt; but back then I was young and stupid. We met a few times and on about the 3rd date we actually kissed. It wasn't great. Too much tongue. Kissing can be taught though, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. The next time we met, we went for a drive. In broad daylight. He took me to a local parking spot in the middle of the afternoon. I knew what he was thinking and I knew I wasn't up for being an exhibitionist. He started to kiss me- thankfully, he'd taken my hints and his technique was much improved. That little kiss did way more for him than it did for me. He grabbed my hand and stuffed it down the front of his shorts, while exclaiming "see! You've got me all excited!"... to which I replied "you're really not doing anything for me today; can you take me home now?!" I've never seen an erection deflate so fast! 2. Broke-Dick I have known this guy basically my whole life; he's a family friend. We ran into each other when we were all grown up and hadn't seen each other in years. After too much vodka and not enough thought, we bundled into a cab and went back to his place. Initially; it wasn't so bad. I knew him, even though I had never been this intimate with him before, so I was less hung-up than I'd normally be. We decided to play with the handcuffs he had- which was a lot of fun. He was really physically strong, so moved me about however he liked (which I enjoyed). After a few thrusts, we both felt a bit of pain. I told him he wasn't doing it right. But he shook it off and tried to continue. By now, he was really feeling sore and couldn't work out why. He pulled out, and that's when he saw it: blood. Naturally; his first instinct was to ask if it was mine. It wasn't. When he realized the bleeding was coming from him, he let out an almighty girl-scream and ran through the house naked, waking his housemates in the process. He ran a shower and as the warm water lashed at his ripped frenulum, he screamed anew. I'd managed to get loose of the cuffs and get changed to go check on him. His housemates burst into fits of laughter when they realized what had happened and started chanting "broke-dick". The name has stuck. 3. Banana-bender I met this next one online. We had a really lovely date (anything with messina makes me happy) and there was a lot of chemistry. He'd been in some kind of fitness competition and really badly hurt himself. I graciously offered him a massage. He accepted my offer, even though I told him that this wasn't going to be one of those massages like in porn. There will be no happy endings here! Pfft! That bit of wishful thinking didn't last long. I can't help myself, after all. When he pulled it out for me to look at, I had to choke back my laughter with a fake cough; it was literally so bent I bet he could pee around a corner! No joke- it's basically a right angle. Yes; we somehow managed to do the deed. Yes; it felt really weird. But surprisingly not that bad. A little bit of a quick-draw, but flawless technique. 4. The Thrill of Brazil I'd been on a really lovely date with this guy. Date number two was at my place; I was cooking. Naturally, the privacy of my home gave us both other ideas. He'd said to me that he was "very dominant" and that he wanted to do something "special" with me. As we started to get into it, he took out his "python"- the name he gave to it (really, it was not bigger in overall dimensions than a pork sausage- delusions of grandeur, perhaps?!) And proceeded to basically rub the tip of it over my face, like he was drawing an invisible mask of zorro on me, or performing some kind of weird blessing. As he did this, he repeatedly whispered the word "special" to me. I was literally too stunned to move; face screwed up in a curious mix of distaste and disbelief. I mean, come on! Who the hell does that in real life and finds it erotic?! The python spat too early and he was so embarrassed about his performance that I haven't heard from him since. 5. The Convict I met him after a work party that I ditched in order to go party at a strip club instead. One of his friends mistook me for an escort and tried to worm his hand up my skirt. The slap to the face I gave him made him see otherwise. My convict called me over to him to apologize for his friends behavior and make sure that I was ok. He and I spent the rest of the night together- drinking, dancing and getting to know one another. He propositioned me and I accepted. He had the bad - boy look. I didn't think twice. After a marathon round of gymnastic Sex , I said goodbye and he swore up one side and down another that he'd call me. I was pretty "whatever" about it. But to my immense surprise, he did! Though he would only call me on Wednesdays. And he'd flat out text and call me on weekends, trying to arrange to see me again. It wasn't until sometime later, when I questioned the pattern and asked him if he was secretly married or something that he finally admitted to me the truth- he was on weekend release from jail and gets a phone call every Wednesday. Soon after this, he got into some more trouble and his weekend release was discontinued. I never heard from him again. 6. The ANZAC Day Punter Let it be known that the wine they serve in RSL clubs played a massive part in this bad decision. We met around the two-up table. I won most of his money. He kept betting with me to try and win it back, but also to have a reason to stay close to me. By the end of the night I was well past the point of making a good decision. To drunk me, he was at least a solid 8/10, with short, curly hair, broad shoulders and kind eyes. I dragged him home and had my way with him, apparently. I don't remember it at all. The next morning I woke up with a raging, head-splitting hangover... and a foreign arm draped across me. I carefully peeked over my shoulder to see what I'd done and threw up in my mouth a little. My 8/10 in the harsh light of day was barely a 2. I sent my mum a message and asked her who he was. She said I apparently really liked him. I told her she was awful for letting him take me home. I made him a coffee, then feigned a busy day ahead to force him to leave. I thought that'd be the end of it. I was so wrong. About 3 months later, I was in bed asleep; blissfully unaware that someone was calling my name from the front yard. Yes- it was him. The noise woke my mum though; so she went to investigate. And, in a move so awful I can only describe it as a lesser form of child abuse, she let him in and woke me up to speak to him. He told me he hadn't stopped thinking about me and that he thought he was in love with me. I tried to mask my distaste as i told him there was someone else in my life (there wasn't) and asked if he could get home ok. He said he couldn't, and suggested to sleep in my bed with me. I gave him two options; my lounge, or my lawn. Thankfully; he had left by the time I woke up. 7. The Pro Soccer Player We met in a nightclub and he wouldn't let me go from the moment he came and introduced himself to me. He was really sweet; a genuinely lovely guy. He was really humble, and was polite to everyone who came to speak to him that recognized him. That kindness impressed upon me. We went back to my place and got stuck into it. Mum was supposed to be staying at her mates place that night, so I figured I'd have the place to myself. Midway through, I thought I heard the lock turn on the front door, but I wasn't 100%, so I just kept going, until mum flicked on my bedroom light and screamed in shock. I did plenty of screaming myself ("Mum! Close the door! "). The mood was instantly killed. And I sent him packing through the back door. Clearly, mum recognized him. Shed told her friends too. Who were all waiting to greet me in the morning with a Mexican wave, screaming "goal" at me. It took a few weeks for that incident to die down. Miss Slut xx

#thatsmisssluttoyou sex confessions

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sixthousandninehundredmiles · 7 years ago

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12/3/2017

Day 2 of Davis tournament

Once again we left for the gym around 8am. It was funny when we got there because we walked in as a group and some girl at the check in table was like “Excuse me you need to check in.” I said we already did yesterday and kept walking. And she’s like “oh you have to do it again today” and I replied with “Someone will do it for us” and kept walking. Now that I think about it, it was kinda rude LOL. Our team was laughing cause Thinh, the guy from yesterday’s dinner, was like damn Derrick literally just shut that girl down like she has no say in anything. Oops :P

Doubles day! I was excited for this because it’s my strength. Van and I first started playing our entire B flight, which only consisted of 2 matches. We started off against Max Kam and Dexter Vu. Van said he has never beaten Max before and that his arm is a cannon. I feel like Max and Dexter weren’t warm yet because we beat them fairly easily in 2 games. Next we played Calvin Dai and Tim Tong, who actually ended up winning BMD. Gdi Tim is, even though by small increments, getting better every time I see him. Van and I call him “The Gatling Gun” because once he hits 1 drive, he keeps pushing forward with rapid drive shots and nothing will get past him. Like it is nothing I have ever seen before. Calvin would literally take like 10 steps every rally because he either starts with a smash followed by Tim’s drives or Tim’s drives are so pressuring that someone lifts and Calvin kills it. Stupid strong pair.

I won CMD! But this was a disappointing victory if I may say so. We “played” 5 matches to win first. Destroyed some nobody’s in the first round who somehow beat Lawrence Chen if you remember who he is. 2nd round we played Pho Ly if that name rings a bell. Never played him but I’ve definitely heard of that name at our tournaments. All the D men’s players on our team was like dude you have to beat this guy. Prove that he isn’t a B player like most people say he is. And show him that his smash isn’t as hard as people say. It was funny cause once we got on the court, Pho and his partner asked Van if I speak Viet in Viet…and then they started having their own convo. Would have been miserable if they started counting score in Viet too LOL. Super intense game and my hardest match of the day. The entire team watched us win 14-21, 21-12, 23-21. I mean I threw my racket at the end so you get the idea. Quarters we played Tommy Chiu and Matthew Hsieh. Their drive game was troubling for us especially with Tommy’s fast cut offs and Matt covering in the back. 2-0 them.

Semi-finals, the one I think you’re happy to hear, was against Anjo and Patrick Tsai. Literally one of the most disappointing matches I have ever played in my years of badminton. It ranks up there with my NCS with Chris against Robert and Justin from Logan. 21-2 and 21-10. Like we had a score conflict in the first game and we won the argument making it 5-1 and then next thing I knew they got a point making it 2-18. Before 2nd game, I spoke to Danae in Canto that we won 21-2 and she was like WTF and everything in Canto. Thinh who was sitting next to her looked super lost so Van spoke to him in Viet and we all started laughing LOL. 2nd set they showed why they lost. They are good individuals but a horrible pair with no chemistry and communication. Patrick is left-handed. Considering that these 2 play together so often, I would expect better rotation. Van just kept pushing left and right and they kept crashing into each other. He also told me to just keep smashing to the middle and their rackets kept clashing.

Finals, we played Max and Dexter again. That was short lived. They pushed themselves so hard in semi against James and John (the twins) that Dexter collapsed with a cramp after 4 points. I offered him rest time, Gatorade, and even said we have PT people with rollers who can help. They forfeit in the end as we predicted. And that’s how I walked away with a 1st place LOL check out the pics tho. Too bad the one with Randy is somewhat blurry but I thought it’s pretty nice.

After we left Davis, we went to BJ’s. Almost an hour wait because we were waiting for another group of 25 to leave and they were just chilling. Some people wanted to drink such as Van and Peter. Van I didn’t say anything because he’s driving alone. Peter said he’s ordering something if Van is and I’m like aren’t you driving. He said just 1 and I’m like but there are people in your car. And he’s like that’s true and took it back…Daniel Wong ended up being the only person who ordered a beer and shared it with some people. I ordered a prime rib and my god this is actually the saddest steak I have ever eaten. I ordered medium rare and I think it came out medium well. Chewy and dry and I have never had a steak over-seasoned. Super salty. At least the monkey bread pizookie I had in the end was good. Oh yea! After we ordered our drinks, Randy and I saw our waitress, who was super nice, sip one of the drinks she was putting on the tray and took it to our table…not sure who’s it was but that was awkward LOL. I also secretly told the waiter that it’s actually Thinh’s bday in a few days and was wondering if we could include something for him. He was super surprised wit his pizookie and also said kinda gave a thank you speech before we got into our cars to head home. I actually found out his bday at the HK cafe but he said to keep it down because he didn’t want everyone knowing…I hope he wasn’t upset or offended in anyway but I just wanted to do something for our teammate :P

The drive home was horrible mainly because every ptfo so I had no one to talk to. We set our destination at the Shell near Van’s house to gas up. So here is where a rant begins. Basically all cars arrived at Shell at different times because some people, such as myself, dropped off people who lived in Milpitas before arriving. CJ, who is already the slowest driver, dropped off someone in Union City and also had to drop Aliza near Great Mall. He said it’ll take him another 30 minutes to get here. So I thought heck instead of everyone waiting in the cold, the fact that I’m driving a van, and also I’m not paying for gas, I could just drive a bunch of people, drop them off on campus, then come back. This way drivers won’t have to be going out of their way later and I can just do 1 trip while waiting for CJ. Everyone liked the idea so I took people who lived on campus and people who had rides waiting at school. Randy is one of the drivers. After I called out who lives near campus, Daniel Wong asked if he can ride with me. I mean I knew he was an asshole but this is far out there. Even Van called him out for it over text and he’s usually the one who tells me to chill about him. I’m like wait aren’t you going home with Randy? He said if I drove him, he could shower and sleep 30 minutes earlier. I’m like so you’re just gonna leave your housemate here? He gave me a glare and was like fuck it fine I’ll stay. I’m like ok fine wtv so Daniel muttered something under his breath and went to get his stuff. Randy literally double flipped him off and mouthed “fuck you” right behind Daniel and most people saw. Then as I was loading the van, Danae was sleeping in the passenger seat. I was 2 seats short so I asked if she could stay here with the others. She tackled me with questions which I got super pissed about: “Why do you need to take them back? Why can’t they wait? Why do you have to be the one to take them back? Who am I waiting with?” Like I had to answer everything and people hear this. And she was complaining when she got out of the car. Daniel Wong eventually got the hint we were short on seats and reluctantly just grabbed his bag and got out without a word. I’m like seriously you two?

While driving back, I couldn’t help but think Danae has actually caused more trouble than anything on this trip. And it just really pissed me off. Even while driving people back to school, they jokingly said dude Danae looked like she’s gonna murder us. I’m like dude these people barely know you but I feel like they can judge you accurately. She caused a fuss on Saturday morning because she thought someone was gonna go get breakfast for the team. I asked her if she coached anyone during this tournament and she’s like no because she didn’t have breakfast so she can’t think straight and in the middle of the day between her games, most people lost already so there’s no point. I’m like dude, you’re a coach. Take some damn responsibility. She also got breakfast on Sunday morning and didn’t offer to get me any. I didn’t mind but knowing her, it is surprising. And I was swerving a bit on the way back from Davis because I was sleepy but not once did she offer to drive. I hate to admit it but she’s just leeched on this trip. Just pissed me off the whole drive from Shell back to Fremont.

When I got home, I jumped in the shower and crawled into bed asap because I was too dead to care for anything else in the world LOL what a trip :)

#greatday #disappointingvictory

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pixieungerstories · 6 years ago

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Housemates 12

“Vinny?”

Vinny did not want to get up, but she cracked her eyes open a little.

“Hey there gorgeous! I have to go to work now.” Derick was watching her with a slight smile as he lightly ran his fingers up and down her arm.

“Mmm. Yeah. I just need a moment. I’ll head back to my room.”

“Vinny? Could I talk you into staying with Kogan tonight? I don’t want to kick you out of my room and leave you alone. He would take good care of you. Keep you warm. Keep you safe. Bring you water or snacks or whatever you need.”

Now she sat up, pulling the blanket around her. “You want me to … what?”

Derick smiled, “Just let Kogan take care of you. Just so you aren’t alone.”

Vinny thought about that, “You are sending me to spend the night with some other guy?”

Derick frowned, “Not some other guy! Kogan. You know him. I know him. He’ll keep you safe.”

Vinny hesitated. Derick sighed. “It’s ok. I just need a moment to find someone to cover my shift and I’ll be right back.”

Vinny shook her head, “Don’t do that. I’ll be fine.”

Derick hugged her close, “I know you will be, but you are going to be little cramped in a couple of hours. I need you to not be alone for that. I was hoping you would be comfortable enough with him to let Kogan help, but if not, then I will make sure that I can.”

“This is really important to you?”

Derick nuzzled against her. “Yeah. It is. Making sure you are taken care of just now is my responsibility. And I hate that I have to delegate it. Honestly, Vinny, when you brought me back here I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Work was the last thing on my mind.”

“I don’t understand why this is so important to you.”

Derick was still rubbing his face in her hair. “It’s a werewolf thing. I don’t like abandoning you. But if I leave you with one of my pack mates, that’s different.”

She thought about that. “OK.” She could always go right back to her room after he left, right?

Derick beamed at her, “Thank you!” He kissed her passionately, then scooped her up, naked and wrapped in his blanket.

Before she had a chance to react with more than a squeak of surprised, he had passed her into the waiting Kogan’s arm. With a last, tender kiss to her forehead, he said, “I’ll be back in a few hours. Just keep her safe for me.”

Kogan nodded solemnly and carried her up the stairs as Derick hurried off.

Once Vinny heard the door close she said, “You can put me down. I’ll be ok in my own room.”

Kogan rumbled softly. “I promised I would stay with you until he got back. Your room is fine, but if you kick me out I will have to call him and tell him that.”

Vinny frowned up at him. “Why?”

“Because this is important in ways you can’t understand.”

Vinny swallowed. Derick had spent the last hour or more taking care of her and hadn’t let her return the favour. If he just needed her to be with someone one, she could handle that. “OK.”

Kogan stopped outside of his room. “It would be less upsetting for the pup to have you in here than it would for me to be in your room.”

Vinny nodded again. “Can I get my clothes out of his room? Or something out of my room?”

Kogan considered this. “I will get them. Please don’t run off.”

He tucked her into his bed in the darkness of his room and Vinny was asleep before he made it back.

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Vinny woke up face down in bed, hugging a pillow. She yawned and stretched and winced. “Why does my ass hut?”

She had been asking the universe, which is why she jumped when Kogan answered.

“Ooo! Not enough lube!”

Vinny turned her head to look and saw Kogan sitting up in bed, with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, reading a tablet. Embarrassment fought with shame before indignation won out , “the muscles, idiot!”

“Ah! New position then. What are you doing?”

Vinny, whimpered struggling to sit up replied, “I need to pee.”

“Hold on,” Kogan put down his book, reached under the bed and came up with a ceramic pot with a lid.

Vinny frowned at it.

Kogan rolled his eyes, “It’s clean.”

“Why do you have a chamber pot?”

“Seven guys, three bathrooms, but it’s a long run down to the basement if the other two are full in the morning.”

“Thanks, but I’ll just go use mine.”

“C’mon. I’m old. It will be easier for me to carry the pot up the hall to dump than to carry you up and down the stairs.”

“I can walk.”

“Uh huh. I thought your ass hurt. Even if you make it up the stairs, are you going to get stuck on your toilet and not be able to get up? That’s an older model. It’s a lot closer to the floor.” While he was talking, Kogan pulled over a foot stool, set the pot on it and pulled Derick’s blanket and thereby Vinny over to his side of the bed. As she was staring at it, he opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt like a tent and pulled it over her head.

Vinny felt like a toddler being dressed as she fought to find the sleeves.

“Alright!” Kogan said in a business like matter. “I’m going to help you stand up. Then if you feel up to walking up a long flight of stairs, off you go. If you don’t, you can hold on to me, use the pot and I’ll tuck you back into bed. Then I can go empty it, wash my hands and find you an aspirin or something.”

Vinny nodded.

Kogan counted “one, two, three!”

She was up but her legs were shaking in protest. She was holding onto his arms so tightly she was probably going to leave him with bruises. Kogan danced her around and silently lowered her onto the pot. Vinny tried to look anywhere but at him.

“You know, when we had the safe sex discussion, I never even considered that this might come up.”

Vinny choked then laughed. As she was peeing, Kogan leaned over and grabbed some tissue for her. After she was tucked back into bed, he picked up the pot and headed out, pausing on the doorway to say, “I’m going to want details of exactly what he did to you when I get back.”

There was enough menace in his voice to prompt Vinny to call out, “Nothing that interesting.”

Kogan comes back with a glass of water, a bottle of aspirin and a jar of muscle rub that Vinny recognizes from the gym downstairs. She took the aspirin as she eyed the jar nervously.

“What, exactly, do you think you are going to do with that?”

“Help,” he says simply as he sets it on the bedside table. “Now, dish.”

Vinny pulls the covers over her face. “Nothing! I guess I’m not used to being on top.”

“That doesn’t make sense. How long were you on top?”

Vinny blushed and looked away, “A while,”s he hedged.

“Alright.”

She peeks out from under the covers at him, “Alright?”

“Yeah. What else am I going to say? It’s your body. Everyone was consenting. None of my business.” He thought for another moment, then added, “You may want to give away your shift tomorrow, if you can. Maybe the one after too, if you really can’t walk.”

Vinny giggled, “Hey, Barry, I need to call in too sexed up to work.”

Kogan shook his head, “Just say you pulled a muscle. You don’t need to say how. Or is there a coworker that needs the extra work?”

Vinny thought about that. “Yeah. I can text Jenn. Once I can find my phone.”

Kogan walked over to the dresser and picked pulled it out of the pocket on her hoodie.

Vinny looked at it. She had eleven missed messages, including one from Derick telling her that he missed her and hoped that Kogan was taking good care of her. And one from a number she didn’t recognize that was a gif of the eggplant emoji sliding into the peach emoji.

[there should be a picture of that here but Tumblr hides my post if I include it. See the whole post with pictures for free on my patreon page]

Vinny frowned. Then she deleted the picture and blocked the caller.

Jenn agreed to take her shift and made a snarky comment about too much running. Vinny just ignored it.

It was after midnight. She really should go to bed. Her bed. “Kogan? I need to go to sleep now. I’m sorry I’m heavy. Could you please see if -”

Kogan plucked the phone out of her fingers and gently slid her across the bed. “Go to sleep. Derick will come get you in a couple of hours when he gets home.”

Vinny considered this. Kogan had a king bed. It wasn’t exactly intimate. The sheets were clean and crisp and the mattress was softer than hers.

——-

When her alarm went off at six, Vinny was hugging Kogan like he was a pillow. Derick was spooned up behind her, his sunrise salute pressed gently against her. This was easily the strangest place she had ever woken. It took a moment to see where her phone was. As she stretched across Kogan to grab it, Derick’s cock dragged across her thigh.

“Mmm. Do that again,” he moaned.

Kogan snorted. “Not unless you are negotiating a threesome.”

Vinny blushed. With the muscle cramps and being pinned between two grade A slabs of male, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Did Kogan take good care of you?”

That was a whole other level of awkward. “Yeah, but we are missing running again.”

Derick whooped and hugged her close. “Good! I am so proud of -” he trailed off as Kogan sat up and shook his head.

“What?” Vinny asked.

“Um.” Derick stalled.

“You left her so cramped up she can hardly stand. I brought my arthritis cream, but she wasn’t keen on having me apply it.” Kogan explained.

Derick frowned, “Kogan gives excellent massages.”

Vinny pulled a pillow over her face. “I can’t talk about this.”

A moment later, Derick scooped her up and was carrying her up the stairs. “I should have stayed. I was really hoping you would let Kogan help.”

“You really hoped I would let Kogan rub ointment into my ass?”

“Well, yeah.” He clearly didn’t see the problem with that.

“I don’t get it.”

“Kogan is my friend, your friend. I was hoping that if you need something, ANYTHING, you would let us take care of you. Should I have gotten Tristan instead? I thought you would be happier with Kogan as a backup because you have spent the most time with him. And he’s old enough to be careful with you.”

Vinny blinked as Derick laid her in her bed. She was trying to read his face because he seemed completely sincere. Then something hit her. “That story about werewolves having pack marriages is true then, isn’t it?”

Derick frowned, “Ah. I forgot you are catholic.” There was a moment of silence as they both tried to understand the other’s point of view. Finally, Derick said, “Well, will you let me rub ointment into your ass?”

“That would be nice.”

It was. It was so nice she was dripping before he was done. “I can’t be on top right now.” She mentioned a the warming action kicked in helping her relax.

“Neither can I,” Derick sighed. “Not for the first few times. Do you have any toys we can play with?”

Vinny smushed her face into her pillow. “No one has ever seen my toys but me.”

“OK.” He lay down and spooned her. His cock pressed against her back as he reached around and began stroking her clit. Vinny wiggled around and pulled a condom out of the bed side table. “Really not a good idea,” he warned.

“Easier clean up? I promised you a hand job.”

Now Derick growled. He snatched the condom from her and rolled it on. “Can I use your thighs instead?”

#werewolf #Werewolf boyfriend #orc #orc boyfriend #terato #exophilia

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