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Valentine’s Surprise

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Warnings: none, just Valentine’s fluff… and puppies! Sorry if this is naff I wrote it a few years back 💕

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"Aww... look at this one! That's the cutest photo!" You hold your phone out to your boyfriend who's sitting next to you on the sofa and he looks up from his guitar.

"You looking at pics of me again love?" Van grins, and you swat at him playfully.

"God you don't half fancy yourself!" You giggle. "I'm looking at these puppy photos from the rescue centre that I was telling you about. There's a whole litter of Labrador puppies! And they all need homes!"

You emphasise the last two words, looking at Van with puppy-dog eyes of your own and you watch as his brow furrows into a little crease. You know exactly what's coming next.

"Y/N, we've talked about this..."

"I know, I know." You feel your eyes roll upwards as you mimic Van's words. "You're always away and I'm always busy. We don't have time for a pet."

"Well? It's true though isn't it? What happens when I'm off on tour and you want to go away for the weekend with your friends, huh?"

You've been with Van for coming up to a year now. At first the excitement of dating a real-life, famous, touring rockstar superseded any feelings of loneliness or longing when he was away, but since you fell into your routine and then you and Van finally got a place together last month, you've been feeling it more and more. The gorgeous house you bought together on the North Wales coast with picturesque views of Llandudno Bay feels alive when Van is home, but when he's thousands of miles away the rooms seem bigger and more stark when they're not filled with him and his accompanying clutter.

"Maybe your mum and dad could look after it when we're both away," you suggest hopefully. "You know how they love dogs. And they miss Little Mary so much..."

"Babe... they're so busy with the guesthouse, you know that." Van's voice is soft, he hates letting you down and you sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that it'll just be you rattling around this big old house on your own when he goes away on Catfish's American tour next week.

"I still can't believe you're going to be away for Valentine's Day too," you say, trying not to sound sulky but you can hear it in your voice.

A melancholy state has settled itself around you and much as you try not to let it show, Van notices. He swings the guitar off his lap, leaning it up against the side of the chair, and outstretches an arm to you.

"C'mere love, don't be sad."

You force a little smile which then turns genuine as soon as Van's fingers curl around your shoulders and he pulls you close to him so you're leaning right against him on the sofa, your head on his chest.

"I'm not sad, I just miss you when you're away, that's all. I thought it'd get easier but it doesn't. And I wanted us to do something special for Valentine's Day."

Van plants a soft kiss on the top of your head. "We don't need a special day. I hate all that commercial crap. I tell ya every day how much I love ya don't I?"

You tip your head up to look at your boyfriend and his warm smile is contagious, your somber mood melting away. "Yeah I know," you concede, reaching up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

Van's away for three weeks on tour and you try to keep yourself busy. The days are fine as you have deadlines to meet at work and the pressure means that you don't have much time to dwell on missing him. Your friends and family rally around in the evenings, taking you for dinner and surprising you with unexpected visits. The nights are hard though. You've got so used to the feel of Van's warm body against yours at night and the comfort of his arms around you as you drift off to sleep that you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, chasing sleep.

Valentine's Day rolls around and you wake up with a quiet kind of excitement in your belly at the thought of what Van might do to surprise you. He said he hated the commercial side of Valentine's Day but he's such a romantic there's absolutely no way he'll let the day slip by without doing something. You climb out of bed, making for the shower, your head full of bouquets of red roses, cards with declarations of undying love and heart shaped balloons. You've not been able to buy anything to send to Van but it's not like you can get anything delivered to him when he's on tour and moving from place to place. However you have managed to bag tickets to see The National play when they're touring the UK two months from now. You just know Van will be delighted.

You check the wall calendar in the kitchen which you've marked with all of Catfish's tour dates, even though you've memorised every single one. They played their last show of the tour in New York last night, and they've got a free day today and then they fly back the following day. It won't be long now!

Despite missing him like crazy you're in a great mood at the thought of having him back home. You're just filling the kettle to make another cup of tea before you leave for work when you hear the letterbox clatter open and post fall on to the mat. You're so excited you actually let out a silly little cheer as you rush down the hallway, eyes fixed firmly on the large red envelope that's lying there.

You can barely contain yourself as you pick up the envelope, turn it over and...

It's junk mail...

You stare at the envelope for a while, disappointment sinking heavily in your gut, like if you look at it for long enough maybe it'll transform into a beautiful card full of sentimental messages, but no. The other post is just bills.

You try to console yourself with the fact that a simple card would probably not be enough for Van. He's likely going to do something far more grand like send a romantic surprise to your workplace, or even better, maybe he's written you a song and he's going to FaceTime you later and sing it to you. Yes... that's definitely more Van's style.

You arrive at work to a full inbox of emails and the phone ringing off the hook so you busy yourself straight away. Your mind wanders to Van often but New York is five hours behind so you don't want to call him and risk waking him up.

You're engrossed in processing an invoice when you hear an excited squealing sound from across the office and you look up to see a delivery driver walking across the reception area holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Y/N, look! Look at those! Bet they're for you!" Your colleague Emma is practically bouncing up and down with delight as she looks at you, her face all lit up. "Bet they're from Van! Oh my god he's so romantic. You're really lucky!"

You smile shyly, your face starting to glow as all your co-workers turn to look at you, murmuring in agreement. Van's been into the office on several occasions and managed to charm everyone with his infectious personality. Even your miserable old boss warmed to him straight away. I mean how could she not? His affable nature and unfailing politeness seems to impress even the most disagreeable of people.

The flowers are beautiful. There's got to be at least three dozen roses, arranged beautifully and hand-tied with a silky white bow, and you step forward to take them off the courier before he's even had a chance to look at the delivery note on his clipboard.

"I knew Van wouldn't forget," you say dreamily, admiring the scent of the flowers, reaching for the small white card nestled among the petals.

"What's it say Y/N?" One of your other colleagues shouts out.

"Yeah, read it out!" Emma urges. "Bet it's dead poetic with him being a song-writer!"

All eyes are on you as you set the bouquet down on your desk, smile a mile wide and cheeks as red as the flowers. You open the card with a flourish, ready to be romanced... and then the smile slips right off your face....

"Emma, be mine... from your secret admirer..."

The office falls silent apart from Emma who lets out a screech of pure disbelieving joy. You quickly swallow your dismay, trying to be happy for your friend, painting a smile back on as you hand over the bouquet.

"Wow Emma, you're so lucky. Who d'ya reckon it is?" You mutter as your colleagues all gather around, excitedly discussing who Emma's mysterious admirer is.

You join in for a while, then slope off to the kitchen to make a cuppa. Half the morning's gone and you've still not heard a thing from Van. You slip your phone out of your pocket, bringing up Van's contact, smiling at the daft accompanying picture of him that's displayed before placing the call.

The phone rings and rings, eventually going to voicemail and you quickly replace it in your pocket whilst you stir your tea. You need to snap out of this despondent mood that you're in. It's only 11:00 and there's plenty of time for Van to get in touch. Knowing him he probably went all out at the show last night. Maybe the guys went for celebratory drinks after and he's suffering from a hangover? Yes... that's it... it must be.

The rest of the day slips past and you check your phone often, losing a little more hope each time the blank screen glares back at you. By the time your working day is over you've tried to place four more calls to Van and sent three texts to no reply, and the last one was definitely snarky. You curse yourself, wishing you could retrieve it, why get into an argument over something so petty? It's not like Van's committed a serious misdemeanour, he's probably just forgotten... but then it's your first Valentine's Day together and he knows what a hopeless romantic you are. He could have done... something.

You trudge to the car park and slump down into the driver's seat and your stereo kicks into life as you start the ignition. The haunting sound of an acoustic guitar fills the car, followed by Van's smooth voice.

You know when you’re gone I struggle at night

Dreams of you fucking me all the time

Now I know you're tied up

And I know your phone's fucked

I'm craving your calls like a soldiers wife

I wanna bring you home myself

You quickly jab at the buttons of the stereo, ending the song. The last thing you need is to hear the lyrics that Van penned whilst he was on tour and pining for his ex-girlfriend.

I bet she got flowers on Valentine's Day...

You push the thought away, putting your car into gear and reversing out of the parking space. You've never compared yourself to Van's exes in the past, you know it's a dangerous path to go down, but you're starting to wonder just how special he thinks you are if he can't even be bothered to return a phone call. Then your thoughts go to the line 'I'm craving your calls like a soldier's wife'. Maybe you're not so different. Maybe this is what you've got to look forward to. With the guys' fame steadily growing they're bound to be touring more. You look into the future and all you can see are lonely nights, rushed phone calls, and a painful longing that can only be soothed by the one man who happens to be 3000 miles away over the Atlantic.

"Stop being so fucking dramatic Y/N," you mutter to yourself, pulling up to wipe the tears that have started to gather in your eyes away before you start your journey home.

You try to concentrate on the good things whilst you drive along. The little notes Van sometimes leaves around the house for you to uncover. The mornings when you wake up to an empty bed but then find him in the kitchen, cooking up some bacon just how you like it. His messy hair and silly sleepy face when you wake up next to him in the morning. His soft, gentle caresses when you make love...

You really shouldn't be getting so worked up about something so trivial. Nevertheless you still have a heavy heart as you pull up on your driveway and open the car door. The February days are starting to lengthen, but the weather's been overcast all day and the light's already fading fast. You look up at the dark house, thinking to yourself even that looks lonely.

The first sign that something's not right strikes you as soon as you insert your key into the lock. You can see a faint glow through the frosted glass and you freeze where you're standing, mentally scrolling through your morning routine, trying to remember whether you might have rushed out, leaving a light on. You're usually so meticulous, Van even calls you neurotic with your obsessive compulsion to check, double check and even triple check that everything's switched off before you leave the house.

But now you look closer it doesn't look like a light's been left on, it's more like a warm flickering glow...

FUCK! The house is on fire!

You let out a strangled cry at the horrific thought, twisting the key so hard it almost snaps in the lock, flinging the door open with force...

"Oh my god!" You gasp, taking in the scene.

The house is in darkness but the stairway right in front of you is alight with gently flickering tea-lights. There's two on every step, lighting a pathway upstairs and you look up, expecting to see Van standing there, but he's not.

"Van?" You call, still in shock and choked up with emotion, wondering what on earth he's doing here when he should be in New York.

"Up here babe, follow the trail!" His voice drifts down from somewhere upstairs and you feel the tears that were threatening to fall earlier stinging your eyes. You can't help it. You're overcome with the realisation that Van's actually up there right now, and you get to see him. Tonight.

You drop your bag and coat right there on the floor in the hallway, kicking off your shoes and keenly stepping forward, taking the steps quickly, eager to see Van, calling up to him as you go.

"What the hell are you doing here? You're not supposed to be flying back until the day after tomorrow. I've been trying to call you all day. I thought you were ignoring me, I thought..."

Your words tail off as you reach the top step, noting that the trail of candles leads directly into the bathroom, so you follow them, coming to a stop in the doorway of the room.

The room's full of candles and there's a silver bucket perched on the sink containing what looks like a bottle of champagne. Van's sitting there on the side of the bath which is full to the top with the most fragrant bubbles. He's wearing just his boxers and a black shirt which is unbuttoned, and the widest smile as he looks up at you.

"Happy Valentine's Day love," he says softly.

Your hand shoots up to your mouth, stifling a gasp. "I can't believe you're actually here!"

The tears start to flow. You can't control them, you're just tired and emotional and now you're just so goddamn happy that you feel overwhelmed.

Van's smile is instantly replaced with concern and he springs up, reaching out for you. "What're you crying for? What's up? I thought you'd be pleased to see me!"

His hands go to your waist and he draws you in close. You slump forward into his arms, your whole body going slack. You wrap yourself around him tightly, burying your head in his bare chest.

"I am pleased to see you! It's nothing... really. You'll just think I'm being silly!" You sob quietly into his chest.

He gently places his hands on your shoulders so he can move back slightly to look at you. You relent, letting him move away, even though it's a wrench to leave his warm body.

"Come on... tell me what's up. What's happened?"

You take a deep breath, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand, trying to compose yourself. Van's made all this effort for a romantic evening and you're standing there a sobbing, snotty-nosed mess.

"It sounds silly now but I just thought you'd forgotten me. You didn't send a card, and then Emma got these gorgeous flowers at work and everyone thought you'd sent them to me, and you weren't even answering my calls... and I feel stupid now because here you are. Ughhh... just look at me."

You catch sight of yourself in the mirror as you reach out to grab a tissue and you look all red-faced and blotchy. You cover your face with your hands but feel Van's hands on yours, pulling them away. He places his fingers under your chin, tipping your face up towards his.

"Shit Y/N... I'm really sorry. I planned all this two weeks ago and booked a flight for right after the last show. I wanted it to be a surprise, that's why I didn't tell ya. Of course I wasn't going to forget ya. How could I? Come on, please don't cry."

He stretches out his thumb to catch a stray tear that's started to track down your face.

"It's so good to see you," you say, your voice coming out a little cracked. "I've missed you so much."

Van beams down on you and you take all of him in. He looks happy but tired like he always does after a tour. There's a tinge of darkness under his eyes and they're slightly puffy but there's still that sparkle there.

"I've missed you too love," he replies. "I swear it gets harder every time I go away, but it makes coming home all the better."

He holds out a hand to indicate the scene. "So... what d'ya think? It's your favourite bubble bath, that vanilla stuff you love. Sorry I didn't get you flowers or a card though..."

"No... no," you cut him off. "Don't apologise. This is... perfect. You're perfect."

You stretch up on your tip toes to plant a small kiss on his lips, all your worries melting away.

"I can't wait to give you your real present," he grins, fingers curling around your hips.

"Oh really? I can't guess what that's going to be!" Your tone is teasing, anticipating the possible meaning behind his words. Van's a passionate person and after three weeks of being apart you know that he'll certainly be wanting to get reacquainted with you properly in every sense.

He pretends to look offended, shaking his head. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing that hasn't been said a million times before!" You laugh, grasping the hem of your t-shirt and pulling it up over your head.

"Anyone would think I had an ulterior motive! All I want to do is take a bubble bath with my beautiful girlfriend, drink a little champagne, maybe have a cuddle..."

"Oh... it's just a cuddle you want then? Right... I'll remind you of that then in a little while..."

You unzip your skirt and step out of it, watching Van slip his shirt off his shoulders until you're both standing there in your underwear.

"Ladies first," he gestures towards the bath. "I'll get this bottle open."

The bath looks so inviting with steam gently rising off the sweet-scented bubbles and the muted glow of the candlelight all around makes for a romantic setting. You smile to yourself, wondering why you ever doubted Van as you slip out of your underwear and step into the water, letting out a sigh at how good the warmth feels on your tired muscles. You sink down into the water, leaning back to look at your boyfriend. He hands you a glass of champagne, smiling down on you.

"I know most of the day's already gone, but I intend to make up for it. This is going to be the best Valentine's Day you've ever had."

You take a sip from your glass, the bubbles bursting on your tongue. "It already is the best..."

"And there'll be plenty more to come... and they're only going to get better and better."

He places his glass down on the side of the bath and slides his boxers down his hips, kicking them off. Then he's stepping into the water and coming to a rest facing you, curling his hands around your legs and lifting them so they're resting over his, his fingers tracing little patterns on your damp skin. God, you hadn't realised how much you missed his touch. Even after all the time you two have been together, something magical happens when you feel his skin on yours. You feel a flood of heat down low in your body.

"So... what's this surprise then? Can I have it now?" You say flirtatiously, looking at Van through your lashes.

He grins back at you, his fingertips trailing slightly higher, making your breath catch in your throat. "Nu-huh, not yet..." he says, tip-toeing his fingers up your thighs, his blue eyes glimmering with more than a hint of hunger now. "Think you can wait a bit longer?"

"No..." You shake your head slowly, catching your bottom lip in your teeth, fixing him with a look that's pure mischief.

You reach for Van's shoulders, pulling yourself up fully on to his lap so your body is flush against him. His hands move to your waist, his fingers splayed wide. "You can do what ya like to me and I'm still not gonna tell ya. You're gonna have to wait like I said..."

"Please," you purr, looking at him wide-eyed, but he just smirks back at you.

"Patience love..."

You're obviously going to have to up your game, but that's fine. You just happen to know all of Van's weaknesses. You dip your head, planting small, sweet kisses all over the skin of his shoulder, following the dusting of freckles there, moving towards the junction of his neck.

You hear his breathing deepen as your lips reach his neck, and your kisses turn more passionate, sucking gently at his skin. You breathe in the scent of him, hear him let out a small sigh as he tips his head back.

"Babe, you're not playing fair..."

"Hmmm... I know..." you hum against his skin, satisfied when you concentrate your efforts on that spot that makes him squirm and feel his pulse quicken under your lips.

"Fuckin’ ‘ell... you drive me crazy!"

You feel a hand on the back of your head, winding through your hair and raise your head to look at Van, seeing the affection and desire simmering in his eyes.

You lean in to kiss him, and when your lips connect you're overcome by your need for him, pushing your body into his, feeling his arousal in the water.

"I love you..." you breathe into his mouth, and he kisses you with a passion that makes your head spin.

"Love you too babe... so much," he replies in between kisses.

Making love to Van when he's back from tour always feels like the first time again. You're both so hungry and desperate for each other that you're a tangled mess of limbs and clashing hips, hands and lips on every available piece of skin. Your bodies move against each other, slick from the water, creating a delicious friction that has you both voicing your pleasure, your sensual moans and sighs filling the air.

Van buries his head in the crook of your neck as he lets himself go, breathing your name against your skin. You both cling to each other like you're afraid to let go, Van with his hands wrapped tightly around your waist and you with your arms around his back whilst your breathing returns to normal, hearts still racing.

"Oops I think I might have scratched your back up!" You giggle eventually, and Van chuckles.

"I love it... you're like a little wildcat!"

"Can't help myself," you laugh, disentangling yourself from his arms as he protests.

"Don't go... I was enjoying that," he says, sticking his bottom lip out in a silly, sulky expression. His hair's damp from the humid air in the bathroom and his pale skin is flushed from the warm water and he looks so bloody cute that you hesitate, but then you remember his comment from earlier.

"Oh... I want my surprise now... unless that was it?"

Van puts on a mock-offended tone, raising a hand to his chest like he's nursing a broken heart. "Am I not enough for you love? I'm deeply hurt!"

"Well... a girl's gotta keep her options open," you tease. "But I'm not opposed to a bit more cuddling if you insist!"

You manoeuvre yourselves in the bath so Van's sitting behind you and you're leaning back into him, your back against his chest. You sip your champagne, catching up on life, Van telling you all about the tour and you telling him about what you've been up to whilst he's been away. You feel at peace when you're in his arms, and you think there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be at that precise moment. He completes you.

After a while Van starts to fidget behind you. "We'd better get out. I reckon your surprise should be arriving any time now... and if we stay in here any longer we're gonna be shrivelled up like prunes!"

You don't want to move, but the bubbles have dispersed and the champagne's been drunk and the water has cooled, so you reluctantly peel yourself away from Van, rising up out of the water and grabbing two large bath-towels from the towel rack.

"What on earth have you got planned McCann?" You eye him suspiciously as you both dry yourselves off.

"Wait and see... you're gonna love it..."

You both slip into the fluffy bathrobes that Van proudly presented to you after his last tour, when he delightedly recounted the tale of how he'd pinched them from some posh hotel the band had stayed in. Every time you wear them it makes you smile to yourself. Despite the band's level of fame these days Van is still that same, cheeky teenager he was when the band first started out. He still gets overwhelmed by fancy hotels and plush suites, and his humble nature is just one of the many things that you love about him.

"Come on love... let's go downstairs... it's nearly time!"

The excitement is evident in his voice as he grasps your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom. You're bursting with intrigue now, wondering what he has planned. It's got to be at least 7pm by now, what on earth could be arriving at this time? It's far too late for a courier to be bringing something. But you don't have to wait long...

The doorbell rings as you're making your way down the stairs and you can just make out a shadowy figure behind the frosted glass.

Van wastes no time in flinging the door wide open, the chilly February night air flooding the warm house. You're shocked to see Larry standing there with his usual boyish grin on his face.

"Alright Y/N? Good to see ya!"

Then before you can reply his eyes move swiftly between you and Van, taking in your attire, and you watch as they bulge a little as he steps back, suddenly awkward.

"Shit! Have I interrupted something?"

You giggle, ushering Larry inside. "No, no... of course not. Come in Larry, it's bloody freezing out there!"

He hesitates. "Hold on..." Then his eyes flick to Van. "You... errr ready for 'em then?"

"What the hell are you going on about?" You ask, bewildered, watching the boys exchange secretive glances.

Van turns to you, hands on your shoulders. "Right... I want to you to go and sit in the living room, okay? And you've got to keep your eyes closed."

"But..." you start, but Van cuts you off, steering you backwards down the hallway as he speaks.

"Come on, don't ruin the surprise. It'll be worth it, I promise. Just go and sit down and shut your eyes. And don't open them until I say so. Okay?"

"Okay!" You reply, your mind whirling with possibilities, your stomach teeming with butterflies. You just know it's going to be something special by the excited twinkle in Van's eyes.

You do as instructed, taking a seat on the sofa, your ears straining to catch Van and Larry's hushed tones as they plot in the hallway.

"They're cute an' all mate, but they're a bleeding nightmare. One of 'ems already chewed up a pair of my trainers!" You hear Larry hiss before you hear his footsteps trailing outside to his car. Now you're even more confused. What the hell is going on?

There's quiet for a moment as both boys step outside, presumably to Larry's car. You can just make out Van's excited chatter but the words are unintelligible. Your heart's practically beating out of your chest with suspense now as you hear them enter the house again.

"You got your eyes closed?" Van calls and you shout back that you have, screwing them shut as tight as you can.

Your ears are pricked to pick up the slightest sound as you hear Larry's heavy footsteps followed by Van's softer ones, his bare feet slapping on the wooden flooring of the hallway. But there's another sound too, a quiet whimpering sound getting closer. It sounds remarkably like a small animal, maybe a dog... maybe a puppy...

"Oh my god!" You squeal, as your eyes flick open to see not one, but two tiny golden Labrador puppies, one in Van's arms and one in Larry's.

You shoot on to your feet in an instant and Larry's holding his arms outstretched, offering the tiny puppy to you which you accept gently, and it immediately nestles into your arms, pressing its small wet nose against your chest.

"Van!" You cry, shocked. "You did it, you got a puppy... well two puppies! But I thought you said we shouldn't get one?"

Van tears himself away from making gooey-eyes at the small bundle of fluff in his arms to look at you. "Yeah, well... I got round to thinking maybe we could manage after all. And Benji's mum said she'd be happy to look after them if we're ever both away. And I thought maybe you'd need a man about the house when I'm away on tour next!"

"Or two!" Larry adds, nodding at the puppy you're holding.

"They're both boys?" You say, stepping over to pet the puppy that Van's holding, laughing as it immediately starts to try and climb out of Van's arms and into your already overloaded arms. "Hey there little fella!"

"Oh that's right," Van chuckles, looking down at the escapee. "I'm the one who picked you and now you don't even wanna know me! I can see how this is going to go!"

Van beckons for you to sit down again and both puppies excitedly climb all over you, wagging their tiny tails and burrowing into the fabric of your robe. You're still in disbelieving amazement, totally enamoured of your new pets.

"Van... I still can't believe it. I don't know what to say! Thank you so much. Oh my god I feel like crying again!"

You're overcome with emotion again but hold it in, partly embarrassed as Larry's still standing there. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he watches you cuddling the puppies. "I tell ya what Y/N, Van's been driving me up the wall with planning all this out! He was on the phone to the rescue centre practically every day for the last two weeks. Even had me ringing up too!"

Van grins at his best friend. "Thanks mate I owe ya one."

"Yeah, well you definitely owe me a pair of new trainers!" Larry grumbles but he's still smiling. "And he was so sure he was only getting one dog... then when we turned up there this afternoon to pick him up, soft lad here decides he can't leave with just one! You're lucky you didn't get about five of 'em! I had to drag him away in the end!"

"Well?" Van says, dropping to his knees to tickle one of the puppies under the chin. "Look how cute they are! And I reckoned Little Van needed a pal!"

"Little Van?" You blurt out. "Oh no, I'm naming them. We're not calling one Van! Maybe we could call one of them Bob?"

You giggle as one of the puppies clambers up your body, trying to lick your face. "You're cute like Bob aren't you?" You coo at him.

You're all laughing, and then Larry loudly announces that he's going. "I'll be off then... leave you two lovebirds to it."

Van sees Larry out and then he's back, flopping down on the sofa next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "You all good then Y/N?"

"Hmm? Yeah... yeah..." you reply, barely looking up, too engrossed in your new pets. "Oh look at this one. Look at his little face! You're just adorable aren't you? Oh Van... look at him... Van? Van?"

There's no response so you look up eventually, and you find Van is watching you intently. His gaze is pooling with so much love and adoration it makes you pause, a warm glow flooding you.

"What?" You say quietly.

"Nothing love... It's just seeing you so happy like this... it makes me realise how happy I am too. We're like a little family now aren't we?"

You move closer to Van, the little puppies whimpering and nuzzling into both of you.

"Yes," you say. "Yes we are."

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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One For The Wedding Album Part 1

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I’ve been asked for Part 2 of this and it’s still in my drafts and I do promise to complete it one day 🌸

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"For fuck's sake! Who requested Mr Brightside again?" You squeal tipsily.

The music's pounding and your head is spinning, a giddy feeling taking over as you feel a large hand close over one of yours as someone tugs you on to the dancefloor and spins you around to face them.

"John, I can't dance anymore, my feet are killing me!" You cry over the music, but Bondy's not hearing any of it, shaking his head at your protesting, pointing down at the strappy satin covered stiletto heels that you're wearing.

"Told ya you should have worn your docs!" Bondy chuckles. "Never see ya out of those bloody things, so why should today be any different?"

You roll your eyes playfully at him. "Oh yeah, they'd look great with my dress! Really elegant! Sure Van would have loved that!"

"I know you could carry it off though lass... and I don't think our Van would have minded what you turned up in today." He's still got your hand clasped tightly in his, lifted up, his other hand on your waist, and he's leading you around the dancefloor in a much less sophisticated version of an old-fashioned waltz, twirling you around every so often, making your head spin even more.

You're on top of the world. You're with all your family and friends, the drinks are flowing and you've been smiling so wide and for so long that your cheeks are actually starting to ache. You're having the absolute best day of your whole life. Exactly six hours and fifteen minutes ago you'd said "I do" to the one man who you'd loved since the very first moment you'd clapped eyes on him. You're a married woman. And not just any married woman. You're Mrs McCann.

Just the mere thought of your new name is enough to set off that daft, goofy smile on your face again but you don't have time to ponder it for long. The whole function room bursts into song again at the chorus, screeching out the well-known and much-loved lyrics at the tops of their lungs.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis

But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside

"No more... no more... my feet are seriously gonna drop off!" You whine, twisting yourself out of Bondy's arms, ignoring his pleas for you to kick off your shoes and just let loose, promising him that you'll be back to dance with him later on.

Your eyes scan the room, taking in wide beaming smiles wherever you look. Your dad and Bernie are having what looks like some ridiculous kind of dad-dancing dance-off competition, your mum and Mary are setting the world to rights over a bottle of champagne and your best friend and chief bridesmaid Kerry is drunkenly and very provocatively draped over a rather flustered looking Bob, much to Benji's delight. He's taken Bob's Polaroid camera and is snapping away, immortalising the moment. You giggle to yourself, taking a swig from your half-drunken glass of bubbly before setting it down on a nearby table.

Now where did that husband of yours get to...?

Husband...

You let the word roll around inside your head for a bit, trying it out for size, seeing how it feels. You even find yourself whispering it under your breath, a flurry of excited butterflies teaming in your belly as the concept starts to finally sink in. Today is just the start of it. The first day of the rest of your lives together. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part and all that jazz.

You're so caught up in your thoughts you don't notice the tall figure right behind you until you feel large hands on your hips, making you jump and whirl quickly around.

"There you are! Where did you disappear off to? Was just about to send out a search party!"

"Just been out for a smoke with Larry, that's all love. I'm here now."

Van's looking decidedly less suave now than he did when you were standing in front of the altar together earlier that afternoon. His hair's all mussed up, his tie's askew and the flowers in his button-hole have wilted, but the sparkle that's been simmering in those gorgeous blue eyes is still present. In fact he's positively glowing as he looks at you, deeply into your eyes before his gaze slips lower, shamelessly raking over your body.

You know that look. You've seen it a million times before over the course of your relationship. And you know exactly what's coming next.

"Fancy... errr... sneaking off for a bit? You know... just me and you... somewhere quiet?"

As he talks his fingers slide down to your hips, flexing there, his own hips pushing forward to just barely brush yours.

You smirk up at him. "Thought the whole idea of getting married was about you making an honest woman out of me?"

"Yeah well, I've never fucked a married woman before," he grins. "The thought's kinda turning me on if I'm honest. C'mon Y/N, no one'll miss us. I've been dying to get my hands on you all day since you walked into that church."

You shake your head, tutting loudly. "Impure thoughts in church? How very unholy of you."

"I can't help it babe, you look gorgeous in that dress. Don't even wanna take it off when I fuck you, wanna ruin you in it whilst you're looking all pure and pretty."

"Van!" You cry, your hand shooting up to your mouth, your cheeks aflame, giggling loudly.

He knows damn well how much his dirty talk turns you on and you're tempted. You really are. You glance around, seeing everyone dancing and drinking and having fun.

He's right, even though you two are the stars of the show today you don't think anyone would miss you if you were to disappear off for a little while. There's no denying the thought of Van pressing you into the wall of the toilet cubicle whilst he's hitching up the pristine silk of your virginal ivory white dress has set off a throbbing heat between your thighs, but you're having so much fun you don't want to miss a second of the celebrations. And besides, you'll have all the time in the world at the end of the night. You have the bridal suite booked with its gigantic king sized bed and sumptuous satin sheets, a mini bar stocked with champagne on ice and a huge sunken bath. You can take your time with one another then.

"C'mon..." he urges, that irresistible cheeky grin of his playing on his lips. "Ya know you want to."

You place your hands over his, leaning into him and planting a sweet, chaste kiss on those lips, drawing back slightly but staying close so you can whisper teasingly into his ear. "The best thing's come to those who wait... and you're just gonna have to wait!"

Then you're off, ignoring his protestations, entwining one of your hands in his and leading him in the opposite direction to his intended plans, straight on to the dancefloor where a Van Morrison track has just started to play. Bernie immediately makes a beeline for his son, stealing him away from you so he can clap a hand around his shoulder and sway drunkenly to the melody as they animatedly belt out the lyrics in unison.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance

With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance

'Neath the cover of October skies

You watch them for a moment before Bondy's there again, reaching for you and twirling you around until you're giggling and dizzy, laughing and stumbling, falling into his arms.

An hour's past and the party's still in full flow. Larry and Bondy have been up dancing on the tables, Benji's been throwing some serious shapes on the dancefloor and even Bob's letting his hair down. You noticed Kerry sneakily leading him away to a dimmed corner of the function room after their slow dance had looked like it was getting a little heated. They're currently making out like high-schoolers would around the back of the bike-sheds. You wonder whether Bob will still remember it tomorrow when he awakens with a sore head and remnants of Kerry's lipstick all over his face.

Van's trapped in between two older female relatives who are fussing and preening over him and his eyes keep darting to you with a pleading "help me" type of expression. You just grin and lean in to take a shot with Bob's camera, laughter erupting from you when one of Van's aunts puckers up to press a sloppy kiss on his cheek, telling him what a handsome boy he is.

"Smile for the camera Van!" You chortle, ignoring the helpless look in his eyes when the other aunt leans and and starts ruffling his hair, talking about how it needs a good cut.

Then you're dancing away, taking snap-shots as you go, capturing those perfect and sometimes hilarious moments in time for your wedding album so that you and Van can look back on them in the weeks and months and even years to come, fondly remembering your special day.

"Oi blushing bride, aren't you supposed to be the one in front of the camera today?"

Kerry's suddenly at your side, snatching the camera out of your hands and turning the lens on you. You yelp in surprise but recover quickly, leaning in with your hands on your hips and a saucy pout whilst she snaps away.

"Oh my god Y/N, you look so beautiful today," she gushes as she retrieves one of the freshly printed photos to admire. "I hope Van realises what a lucky man he is to have you. I don't think he deserves you to be honest. Think I might just have to steal you away for myself!"

She hooks her arm through yours and makes like she's turning for the door, then you're both falling about laughing, holding the Polaroid up to snap a few daft, crazy-faced selfies. You're laughing that much that you've got tears of mirth brimming in your eyes and starting to track down your cheeks. You go to brush one away with the heel of your hand when you notice a black smear on your skin and you let out a groan.

"Ah shit! I knew I should have bought waterproof mascara for today. It was bad enough when I was sobbing at Van's vows but look at me now. I must look like a panda bear!" You turn towards Kerry, tilting your face up to hers. "Is it bad? Is it fixable? I must look such a mess!"

Your friend just laughs, shaking her head. "You look absolutely fine... gorgeous as always! If you don't believe me go and look for yourself!"

You gather up the silky layers of your dress and rush off in the direction of the toilets, cursing when you get there and you realise that you've brought Bob's camera with you in your haste to fix your make-up. The last thing you want is to drop his precious camera on the tiled bathroom floor, especially when he'd shyly admitted that he'd brought it with him especially tonight to gift it to you as a special wedding present to preserve the memories of the day. You place it carefully down on the side of the sink and step back to look at your reflection.

Your dress is gorgeous. Even as modest and unassuming as you are you can't help but admit that you do look stunning in it. It has a beautifully cut bodice embellished with tiny diamantés and freshwater pearls and a breathtaking full layered skirt which floats around your feet like you're walking on clouds. Even your less than sentimental dad had shed a tear and mumbled that you looked like a Disney Princess in it.

It's just a shame that the rest of you doesn't look quite so pristine now. Your hair which had been painstakingly curled and styled around the delicate tiara is now hanging around your bare shoulders in wild cascading waves and your make up is smudged. You're not even sure where your tiara is but you'd last sighted it perched on Bondy's head a few hours previously.

You run a fingertip gently under your eye to try and collect the mascara and eyeliner that's ran, but you just end up smudging it even more.

Despite what your best friend says in your opinion you look a mess... a gorgeous mess but a mess all the same... but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all...

Your thoughts stray to a few weeks back and a wild passionate night with Van after you'd stumbled home in the early hours, how you'd huffed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and reached for a wipe to clear off your ruined make-up. How Van had snuck up behind you and grasped your wrist, telling you that no... he liked it... that seeing you all raw and disheveled like this in gorgeous disarray turned him on. He'd fucked you right there and then over the sink, pressing you into the cold hard porcelain whilst he'd grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at your reflection, telling you how beautiful you were when he made you fall apart for him. The thought makes warmth rise to your cheeks and it's not the only part of you that's heating up.

You squirm where you stand, pressing your thighs together, feeling the whisper of soft lace between your legs, thinking about the stunning ivory set you'd purchased especially for this day. You just know Van will go wild when he catches sight of it. But not yet... he's going to have to wait.

Teasing him is so much fun though...

An idea comes to you suddenly in a flash of wicked inspiration and you quickly hitch up your dress and take a naughty snap in the mirror, angled just right to show Van a glimpse of the alluring treat he'll get if he behaves himself and bides his time. Then you take another shot holding the camera aloft and looking up at the lens through your smoky, smudged loaded lashes, wide eyed and sultry looking, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Perfect.

You emerge from the toilets shortly after and you don't have to look very hard to find Van this time. As soon as your lock eyes with his across the dancefloor he strides straight over with purpose.

"Baby..." he drawls, dragging out the word slow and smooth, a hand curling around your waist, drawing you in. "If I didn't know any better I'd think my gorgeous new wife was trying to avoid me. Ya wouldn't do that would ya?"

"Of course not, I was just coming to find you actually. Got you a little... errr... wedding gift." You hold up the camera whilst you're talking and Van's attention shifts to see what you're holding, puzzlement creasing his brow.

"Oh yeah? What's that then?"

You produce the Polaroid photos, keeping them raised up and away from Van's seeking hand when he goes to take them, fixing him with a look that's pure seductiveness, ramping up the intrigue.

"Ahh, no you don't... not yet. Think you've been a good boy so far, so I'm sure you can wait a little longer. Just thought you might like a little taster of what you'll be getting later..."

Then you slip the photos quickly into the breast pocket of his jacket, nudging aside the flowers in his buttonhole, patting the material with teasing fingers as you look up at him, informing him that he'll have to wait his turn as there's another man who's been craving your attention all evening too.

As you back away to find your dad for that slow dance that you'd promised him earlier, you keep your eyes on Van, watching his reaction as he quickly slips the photos out for a sneaky look. Just as predicted his eyes go wide and his jaw goes slack, the unmistakable longing etched all over his awed expression as he meets your gaze across the dancefloor with a hungry look that can only mean one thing.

You're gonna get it later...

You smile lasciviously, your belly flipping somersaults at the thought of consummating the life vows you made to each other that very afternoon.

Sex had never been a priority in your life before you'd met Van, it was just another element of your past relationships that although enjoyable had never really filled you with the insatiable need that Van had sparked in you the first night that you'd met. He'd come crashing into your life one evening at a festival that you'd both attended, a whirlwind of chaotic energy and endearing goofiness as you'd both shamelessly fan-girled and fan-boyed over the Arctic Monkeys in their headline slot. With a very newly recorded debut album under his belt, you weren't familiar with Catfish at the time and would never have dreamed for one moment that Van himself was destined to follow in your idols footsteps and burst into the music scene with quite such aplomb. You also never would have dared to dream that the sparkly-eyed, floppy-haired indie boy that caught your attention that fateful night would end up stealing your heart in such a way that he did, but yet here you were, five years on, proving all the nay-sayers wrong, embarking on the next chapter of your life together. You were perfect together in all the ways that mattered... and as for the sex... it was pretty mind-blowing.

You catch Van's eye as your dad twirls you around yet again, the opening bars of another familiar song sparking a memory in you. It's the song that was playing on the radio when Van proposed to you, another Van Morrison tune. He'd been planning an overblown romantic gesture for his proposal featuring heart-shaped balloons and dozens of roses, taking you completely by surprise when you were out at a planned family meal, but he just couldn't wait.

When he'd seen you there in the kitchen that momentous afternoon just over a year ago, kneading cookie dough with a dusting of flour in your hair and a telltale smudge of chocolate on your lips, he'd thought you'd just looked so adorable... so beautiful... so goddamn perfect... that he couldn't wait another second to ask you to be his wife. The sparkling solitaire diamond platinum ring he'd taken to carrying around with him for weeks had been quite literally burning a hole in his pocket, and he'd dropped down on to his knees right there and then on the kitchen floor, much to your shock and delighted surprise, professing his undying love whilst he'd slid the ring on to your finger. It had been a perfect moment, one that you'd treasure forever, slow dancing whilst he'd held you tightly in his arms, and your life had since been made up of many of these perfect moments.

"I hate to steal her away from you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut in for this song."

Van's voice in your ear and his hand on your dad's shoulder brings you both to a halt, stilling your dance, and your dad lets you go.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you in, close enough that your hips are touching as you begin to sway.

"Got you on your own at last," he looks down on you, dipping his head to plant a small, sweet kiss on your lips. "I can't believe we actually did it babe. Married... the two of us. This is it now... we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together. I hope you're gonna still love me when I'm old and wrinkly."

"Of course I will," you tell him. "I'll always love you... just like I always have. Think I did the first moment I laid eyes on you to be honest."

Van chuckles. "You sure about that? I was a right state at that festival! Remember when you said you wanted to get up on my shoulders and I tripped over and we ended up in a heap on the floor?"

You laugh at the memory. "And you also spilt a whole pint of lager over me if I remember rightly... then instead of apologising you asked if I needed any help getting out of my wet clothes."

Van face palms dramatically, groaning. "God I really was a creep wasn't I? What the hell did you see in me?"

"You made me laugh. You were just so goofy and cute... and adorable... even with the shit chat-up lines."

You drape your hands over his shoulders, looking up at him, your fingers twisting through the hair at the nape of his neck. "And now here we both are..."

"Here we are," he echoes, a faraway look about him like he's caught up in a dream. "And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. You're the love of my life Y/N."

Again he bows his head to press a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. When you pull apart the grin he's wearing stretches wide on his face as he starts to mouth the words of the song to you.

"And when I'm returning, from so far away

She gives me some sweet lovin'

Brightens up my day

And it makes me righteous, and it makes me whole

And it makes me mellow, down into my soul"

You giggle as he takes your hand and twirls you around, happy and carefree. When you fall back into his arms, he pulls you even closer into his body, impossibly tight.

"She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love... She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love..."

He croons the chorus into your ear before pulling back to look deep into your eyes and the rest of the room seems to melt away. You're exactly where you want to be, it feels like the universe is aligned just right in that moment and everything else is just background noise, orbiting distantly around you both.

And in case you were wondering… this tumblr post was the inspiration for this fic! Part 2 to come…

#wedding fic #catb imagines #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic

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okayohay · 1 year

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Never shared this vid I took in 2019 with anyone. But as I’m editing some chaps of the fic, I watched it for inspo and the camaraderie between these two has me in my feels, especially at the very end. Sorry it’s blurry ❤��

#van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #johnny bond #writer #fan fic ideas #catb blogs

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fineosaur · 2 months

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Cracking up at your tags on that Van quote post 😂 How are you anyway? How are you feeling about the comeback and what did you think of the new single? Xx

HAHA i had to, i can never hold it back, that’s all i think about when i hear those lyrics.

i’m doing good! so awfully busy these days with work and life. how’ve you been doing, E?

i will say the way i found out about catfish returning was through tiktok posts that kept saying stuff and i kept getting annoyed at all these people spreading fake news until i finally searched up randl’s ig and screamed. i’ve been SCREAMING non stop ever since the return.

i’m still in denial that they’re back.. like i’ve been shirposting about catfish on this account since before the balance came out so it feels somewhat jarring to have them back all these years later 😅.

i have to say the best part is that i feel like i’ve somewhat become more active on tumblr since their return cause i just wanna see all you guys’ posts hahahaha i’m OVER. THE. MOON.

#genuinely every time i remember they’re back i go somewhat insane #the last time they released an album i had just bought an A1 poster of the ride and put it up in my childhood room #now it’s in my living room of my own flat so it’s actually so disorienting in some ways #i’m so sad that bobby and bondy are gone #i watched the clip and my heart broke a little to see only van and benji going down those stairs #also have you seen in their spotify that says ‘their fourth upcoming album’ that is unmanned #unnamed**#i’ve ranted here but i’m so excited #catfish and the bottlemen #asks #catb-fics

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pacifymebby · 6 months

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If there's anyone out there still interested in The Groupie, I've bought her back, with the bands names, she's here

Obviously after the reporting thing on wattpad I'm being kinda careful hence why she's on a side blog. I might password protect it too depending how stuff goes.

Anyways the almost whole thing should be up over the next few days!!

#catb fics #catb imagines #catb fanfiction #sam fender imagine #sam fender fanfiction #catfish and the bottlemen fanfiction #catfish and the bottlemen imagines

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pacifierbby · 5 months

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I want him to tie me up

#catfish and the bottlemen fandom #catb fics #catb fans #catfishandthebottlementfanfics #catfishfindom #vanmccan

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lydianthunderpole123 · 1 year

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The Truth of my Blood

Vampire!Bondy x OFC

#bondy #catfish and the bottlemen #johnny bond #bondy fic #the truth of my blood #teaser #coming up on wattpad #@angrrrychair

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attaboylew · 1 month

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tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

thanks for the tag @sugarcoated-lame

a: ancient dreams in a modern land - marina

t: tangerine - glass animals

t: the world’s first ever monster truck front flip - arctic monkeys

a: alaska - banks

b: boys - atta boy

o: overlap - catfish and the bottlemen

y: yuk foo - wolf alice

l: lightning - charli xcx

e: e.v.o.l - marina

w: wtf love Is - tove lo

no pressure tag: @rxgirlie, @sailor-aviator, @catb-fics, @icouldntfindquiet, @icarus-star, @angelsanarchy, @vanmccannsfridge and @lostinthefandoms11

#tag game

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tractorbeamofwoe · 6 months

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Is Everybody Going Crazy?

Short spooky fic based on Halloween prompts

word count: 1,185

a/n: this was supposed to just be a really short like drabble but ended up becoming a whole mini fic. It’s mildly rushed towards the end so I apologise for that but I can’t believe this is the first thing I’ve written in so long, it’s kinda surreal to be back. Happy Halloween :)

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“Stop messing with the lights, it’s not funny” was a phrase said often in your house. Ever since Johnny moved in with you and found out you were easily spooked, he’d gotten a kick out of scaring you every now and then. Sometimes it was him turning the lights on and off while you were in the shower, other times he’d make a sudden noise or sneak up on you.

Now, after having lived together for a few years, his antics seem to have chilled out a bit. You‘d moved house a few days ago (on Halloween, which was already stressful enough) and you’d made him promise to not do anything stupid while you got settled in. Johnny excessively nodded his head and rolled his eyes “I promise, I’m over that stuff now anyway.” He insisted.

Those first few days went smoothly. Everything was unpacked, the vinyls were all still in one piece, hell Johnny even found the time to play guitar for a couple of hours while you got some work done. It was at the weekend that things started happening again.

You were upstairs finishing off an email when the power suddenly went out. Of course, your natural reaction was to scream bloody murder. “JOHNNY BOND I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” You screeched, storming downstairs into the living room. You stopped in your tracks when light hit your face and you saw Johnny sat on the sofa unbothered.

“Lou I’ll call you back, Y/N’s freaking out about something.” He said, hanging up the phone and tossing it aside.

“Did you turn the power out?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Did the power go out?” He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, like you were crazy.

“What do you think?” You snapped then, frustrated and unimpressed as he smirked at you.

“Well I’ve been down here on the phone the whole time, so it definitely wasn’t me love.” Johnny grinned, before suggesting you sign off for the day and cuddle up with him while watching a movie.

By the time it finished the house was pitch black and Johnny was fast asleep. You decided to creep up to bed alone, feeling along the walls to find your way. Watching a horror movie probably wasn’t a wise decision as it definitely made you more on edge about the whole “house is possibly haunted” thing. This unease would continue for the next few days.

When you awoke in the morning it seemed Johnny had not come up to bed at all, though you could have sworn you heard him coming up the stairs in the middle of the night. You hopped in the shower in the hopes it would relax you, closing your eyes and letting the warm water run over your face. You reached down to pick up your shampoo bottle and pour some into your hands, massaging it into your hair. When you closed your eyes to rinse your scalp, the water turned ice cold, shocking your muscles making you tense up. Sure this house was a little old but it shouldn’t be doing that should it? Knowing Johnny he probably ran a tap downstairs. No biggie, just wait for it to warm up again.

But it didn’t warm up again and you’d been waiting for what felt like half an hour, teeth chattering as you made do with the cold. You huffed in annoyance and decided to end your shower prematurely, warming yourself with the frustrated energy you used to confront Johnny.

“Have you ever had any problems when using the shower?” You ask, eyeing him suspiciously while your wet hair dripped onto the hard wood living room floor.

“No, love. Why?” He said, not taking his attention away from his guitar which he was in the middle of tuning.

“Have you used the taps or flushed the toilet in the last, say 30 minutes?”

“Errr nope.”

“And you’re not playing a prank on me?”

“Ah, this again.”

“Can you blame me? I’m spooked! You didn’t come up to bed last night either, even though I swear I heard the stairs creaking.”

“Well if it would ease your mind, we can call in a maintenance guy and he’ll probably tell us that something needs replacing.”

So to calm your paranoia and quell the growing tension in your relationship you took Johnny’s advice. You were thankful for his nonchalant attitude about everything in situations like this. He had always been the logical thinker in the relationship.

You called someone out to look at the boiler the next morning. The arrangement was that Johnny would be around in the morning to let him in and explain what was happening, then eventually he’d have to go to the studio, while you came home early from work to supervise until the guy was finished.

A simple enough arrangement, but shockingly confusing for you when the man announced he had to travel to grab some spare parts. You texted Johnny to let him know of this new development and his response made you freeze up.

“He told me he’d finished up? I saw him leave.”

“But I also saw him leave. Why didn’t you tell me he’d finished?”

“Sorry love. Wanted you to take the day off and enjoy it. What colour was his van? It’s black”

“I don’t know I didn’t see. When I looked out the window the driveway was empty.”

“Darling, who was in the house?”

A few moments pass and when you didn’t respond Johnny texted again.

“Hello?”

“Go and check the boiler room.”

You clutched your phone tightly in your hand and took in a deep breath, as you slowly made your way down to the boiler room, appropriately and creepily located in the basement. There seemed to be a chill in the air that made goosebumps appear all over your skin. You grasped the door handle firmly and twisted, but the door was locked. You decided it was probably for the better and decided not to mess with it anymore.

There were no more cold showers, but it had done nothing to resolve the tension the both of you felt, even Johnny was now on edge. He started to believe the house was haunted too when you were laying in bed together a couple of nights later and you both exchanged a frightened look.

“Did you hear that?” You whisper

“Yeah…the voice?”

“What did it say?”

“I very clearly heard goodbye. It sounded like someone saying goodbye and it sounded like it came from this house.”

“Do you think it was a ghost talking?” You suggested as a joke, but clearly your housemate didn’t take it that way.

“Nah fuck this I’m proper spooked now.”

Whatever it was, it had clearly gotten bored and left you both alone. You never experienced anything out of the ordinary again after that night, but you had lived to tell the tale to sceptical family members and bandmates. But ghosts aside, the thing that always still seemed to horrify everyone the most was the fact that you decided to move house on Halloween. I mean, are you crazy?!

#Catfish and the bottlemen fic #Catfish and the bottlemen #bondy #johnny bond #johnny bond fic #Bondy fic #Catb #catb fic

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