i have been yearning for a roommate!vessel fic where reader is a huge ST fan but has no clue that the bedroom she found for rent online is in her favourite frontman’s flat
@m0thmansdad would touch on this sometimes way back when & it has been my obsession ever since!!
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Request granted 💕
I'm The Catch
Roommate!Vessel x You
NSFW. Some angst, some fluff and some smut
18.5k words in two parts.
Full fic on my Ao3
Sneak peek below the cut
He led you back towards the hallway and opened a door into a bathroom. Small, but clean. Towels were hung neatly on a rack and there was even a mat on the floor.
"Shared bathroom, I'm afraid," he said, ruffling his hair. "We can work out a cleaning schedule for everything, but obviously you would be responsible for your own room. Speaking of which…"
He opened the door next to the bathroom and gestured for you to enter. The window was open, freshening up the space, but you immediately liked the vibe as you entered. A double bed, wardrobe, and a dresser furnished the space, along with a bedside table, complete with lamp. Everything looked brand new, even the carpet felt squishy beneath your feet.
"Wow, this is great," you smiled, gazing around. You turned to him. "I feel like there should be a catch somehow. How is this room still available?"
A little smirk curved his mouth as he leant against the dresser. "I'm the catch."
"Oh, are you now?" Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him, and then he blushed, his hand ruffling nervously through his hair.
"Um, shit. That sounded so much better in my head," he winced. "I meant, I'm the part of the agreement that might cause a stumbling block. I'm a bit weird. I mean, isn't it obvious?"
It was your turn to smirk as you watched him squirm in embarrassment. Gangly and awkward, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink. It was actually rather adorable. You'd always had a soft spot for the nerdy type. "Oh, definitely," you nodded, unable to resist an opportunity to tease. "Clocked it as soon as you opened the door. I was prepared, though. The advert did promise me weird, and I'm here for it."
He gave you a bashful glance and huffed an awkward laugh. "Well, you won't be disappointed."
"Sounds intriguing," you said. "If you're happy to move to the next stage, then I'm interested."
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You used to have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend as a teen, but life took you away for years and you'd thought those daydreams were long gone. Then III appears back in your life, and one look is all it takes to bring those feelings rushing back, and this time, it's a lot more than just a crush.
There's only one problem. Your brother has a "no touching" rule with all of his friends when it comes to his little sister. So, when you and your brother end up landing the catering contract for a Sleep Token tour, it isn't long before you and III find yourself facing temptation.
Desire, temptation, and the battle against those inner gremlins that are all a symptom of being human.
When you stumble across II in a tricky situation with a woman who won't take no for an answer, you immediately jump in to rescue him by pretending to be his girlfriend without thinking about the consequences. As a result, you end up having to keep up the game for the rest of the tour. Its only pretend, but the rules you both try to set in place keep getting broken, and behind his intimidating mask, II is proving to be more irresistible than you were prepared for.
Would you like a little sneaky peek at III's story from my AU series??
Tags: smoking/swearing/mild drug use
Trope: childhood friends/forbidden love. For context, you and III are reunited at a fancy dress party and you are dressed as a rather sexy honeybee 😏
A taster below the cut....
No more guitar boys. End of.
But, his eyes though.
Shit.
You'd regressed back to your 14 year old self; crushing hard on a tall boy with pretty hands, and even prettier eyes. Combined with his leather jacket and his white-blonde, fade cut hair, you were done for; your gaze constantly seeking him out as you moved around the room.
Feeling flushed, you made your way out onto the patio. The sun had not long dipped below the horizon throwing the garden into shadows, but the seated area was lit up with garden lamps, and fairy lights were strung over the pergola. You rubbed at your bare arms. Summer was rushing in with longer, sunnier days, but the evenings still cooled down just enough to remind you that it wasn't quite here yet.
Smiling at a few people as you passed them, you made your way through the tables towards a low stone wall that surrounded the lawn. A children's play area on the far side was your destination, and you perched yourself on a swing, rocking back and forth on your Doc Martens as you sipped your drink. A moment's peace from the hustle and bustle inside.
"Hiding?"
You jumped, heart kicking into high gear as III emerged from the shadows.
"Fuck me, you trying to kill me?" You gasped, hand on your heart. "What the hell are you doing hiding out here?"
His low chuckle was borderline sinful. "Sorry, little bee. Did I scare you?"
You rubbed your hand against your chest, taking a breath to slow your startled pulse. "You're lucky I don't sting your ass," you grumbled.
III moved to take the swing next to yours. "That's cute," he grinned. He took a drag from a roll up, the tip glowing in the darkness, before holding it out to you. "Want some?"
No basic cigarette, then. No wonder he was lurking in the dark. You eyed the joint, your gaze drifting back to him as he released a plume of smoke into the air above you.
"Still smoking, then." You remembered him and your brother thinking they were being stealthy at the bottom of the garden behind the shed, when they really weren't.
His mouth curved into a smile as he grasped the chain of his swing, leaning towards you. "Don't tell me you're a good girl," he murmured.
"I am," you said, tilting your head and leaning towards him. You plucked the joint from his fingers. "For the right person."
He watched you, amusement teasing at his mouth. It was hard to pull your gaze away from his after that deliberate tease, but you did. With a smirk you settled on your swing and took a drag, inhaling slowly. You closed your eyes, savouring it before releasing your own plume of smoke. "Not bad," you said, holding the joint back towards him.
"Not bad at all," he smiled, his little finger grazing the side of your hand as he took the joint back.
You swallowed, ignoring the tingle of awareness it stirred. That was the first time he'd touched you tonight, and your inner 14 year old self was swooning like an idiot.
"Where's your friend?" You asked, grasping the swing chain a bit tighter.
"On a call with the love of his life," III shrugged, slumping around a chain as he made his swing rock with his long legs. He tilted back, looking up towards the sky. "He's got it real bad. I reckon he might make it official with this one, you know. Put a ring on it. That's what every other fucker our age seems to be doing lately."
"Not you?" You asked, turning to look at him.
His eyes swung your way from where he was hanging back, his nose screwing up. "Nah, my lifestyle doesn't really lend itself to settling down; drowning in nappies and wailing kids. Ugh."
"I bet IV was saying the same thing before he met his girlfriend," you suggested. "The right person probably changes everything. People wouldn't have babies otherwise."
He sat up, eyeing you curiously. "Is that what you want? Forever, and kids, and stuff."
You shrugged. "I don't know, maybe," you said. "Right now, I'm happy doing my thing. I'm enjoying touring with the business. I didn't expect to be doing that with my life, and it's actually great. So, I guess I'm open to whatever feels right."
"Hmm," he hummed slowly, taking another drag.
You both swung on your feet, lost in thought for a moment as the party continued on across the lawn. You took a mouthful from your drink, finishing it.
"I'm sorry I used to pull your hair," he said, out of the blue. "I was a bit of a cunt when I was younger. So, I apologise if I ever hurt you."
You met his gaze, surprised. "You never hurt me," you said, truthfully.
He had pulled your hair though, but it had never been rough. You'd tried to retaliate of course, but he'd always outsmarted you somehow. A true king of mischief. He'd pinned you down and tickled you, tripped you up, soaked you with water pistols and slammed water balloons in your face when you weren't expecting it. But, you'd never hated him for it.
"Well, that's good. I was still a little cunt, though," he grinned.
"Does that mean you've grown up now, and you're sensible?"
"Well…" His mouth twisted as he considered that and you laughed.
"I'll take that as a no," you chuckled.
"I don't do boring," he said, leaning around his chain again, his long fingers curled around the cool metal. His gaze drifted over you, slowly, and you fought to stay still on the swing seat. "And, neither do you, I reckon," he said, softly. "Little honeybee."
Your gazes met in the darkness, something hot and dangerous stirring low in your belly. You were no sweet and innocent teenager anymore. Your body knew what it liked now, and somehow he was waking it all up with just one simmering look. He was not a young boy anymore, either. He was still gangly and mischievous, but his face had sharpened into that of a man, the added touch of his moustache merely enhancing the look.
But, it was his eyes that had you. Beautiful, baby blues that suggested innocence, but what lurked beneath was far from it.
Dangerous boy.
The added bonus of being older and wiser was the confidence to hold these moments without crashing out. You'd flirted and played with enough blokes to know that caving at the first flutter of eyelashes was a big no. No matter who he was. You'd learned how to play, and he was right; you didn't like boring.
You leant forward around your own chain, holding his gaze until you were mere inches from his face. Your pulse thundered at the proximity, his pretty eyes glittering from the glow of nearby fairy lights. You curved your lips into a slow smile and felt a glow of triumph when his gaze dipped to your mouth.
"I do like a bit of chaos," you murmured. "I guess I learned from the best."
When his eyes darted back up to yours, you had to harness every inch of self control to back away from him. Adrenaline was pumping wildly as you stood up from the swing, smoothing the tulle miniskirt that you knew was scandalously short enough to reveal the curve of your bottom in tight, black hot pants. He was watching you, his eyes burning into you as you took a few steps forward.
"Best get back to the party before I'm missed," you said sweetly, throwing a smile over your shoulder.
"Of course," he said, his voice deep and soft. "Fly back to your guests, little honeybee. Such a good girl after all."
Fuck.
You were the image of cool restraint as you crossed that lawn. At least, you hoped you were. The effort made your hands tremble.
Smooth bastard. Just like any other guitar boy.
He wasn't just any other guitar boy, though. He was the one who'd started the obsession.
You and III are reunited at a fancy dress party after several years apart, and it awakens the crush you'd had on him as a teen, but you are not a kid anymore and those feelings could be a lot deeper than you'd thought.
The wait is over, readers! Thank you for your patience while I poured my heart into this.
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When you are let down on Valentine's Day, you almost give in to the urge to wallow, but then you decide to take yourself out. What you didn't expect, was to meet someone who would make your evening rather special after all...
Out now on my Ao3
Decided to give it to you early, plus I have a busy weekend ahead.
It's the start of a new tour and II finds himself in a tricky situation. You are excited to be working alongside your old friend III, and find yourself caught up in the middle of II's dilemma.
Out now on my Ao3
It’s finally here! Thank you for your patience. This one was a bit of a challenge and it comes with some trigger warnings, so please read the tags. I appreciate every single one of you who takes the time to read, like, DM and comment.
"The vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me."
Coming to Ao3 February 14th
Whoops! I made a side quest. Don't worry, I am still writing III's part in the AU. This idea just hit me, and I was encouraged by a writing buddy to go for it, so I did!