#catfish and the bottlemen imagines

[imwriting0verhere]

3 a.m. Cuppas

Johnny just got back from America and this was your first night together again. So he should be in bed next to you. His absence however, is probably what has woken you up just now, at 3:17am. Turning over you groggily sit up on the edge of the mattress and rub the sleep from your face. Your eyes slowly adjusting as you turn on your small bed side lamp in order to make your way out of the room in search of your boyfriend.

Walking down the stairs and into the direction of the living room, you can hear soft notes of his acoustic guitar that get louder the closer you walk towards him. You yawn before a soft smile forms on your face. You round the corner and there he is.

Clad in his boxer shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt, he sits on the sofa, guitar in hand and strumming along to an invisible beat that only exists in his head. The room is illuminated in soft hues from the floor lamp that stands by the window. The vision of perfect domestic bliss that you almost don’t want to interrupt. But the months apart from each other have you craving to be as close to Johnny as you can.

An invisible magnetic pull making you close the distance and walk right up to him. You know he has heard you as soon as you entered the room because the second you’re by his side, his soft blue irises find your own. And he doesn’t shriek or startle at your sudden presence. He must’ve felt that magnetic pull as well, as soon as you were within reach. As he looks up at you his face is relaxed and adorned by a sweet smile. He’s sweet perfection and you could just stare at his face all day long.

He moves his guitar onto the empty sofa cushion and tugs on your sleep shirt so you’d sit down next to him on the arm of the sofa. He instantly cuddles into your side and places a hand onto your naked thigh. Your hand moves into his hair almost automatically and you’re so grateful to have this wonderful man back with you.

The two of you are very physical and touchy people, and not waking up or going to bed together, not having that good morning kiss or quick cuddle before you leave for work always hits hard when Johnny’s away.

So now you can enjoy this moment in the early morning hours even more.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you say softly into the room, afraid to disturb this serene and peaceful atmosphere.   

“Nah, stupid jetlag like. Divn’t want to wake you though” he presses a soft kiss onto your shirt clad hip as his fingers start trailing patters on the skin of your thigh. You press a kiss into his hair, taking a moment to enjoy this.

“S’alright. Guess I just couldn’t sleep without yer any longer, after just getting you back today.” You tease and start nuzzling your nose against his stubbled cheek.

“Yer want some tea? Stay up a little longer together?”

He puts his arm around your waist and with one swift motion pulls you into his lap. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck

“I’d love that”. Leaving one last searing kiss on his soft face you reluctantly get up from his lap to walk the short distance into the kitchen.

Flicking on the light you fill up the kettle with water and turn it on, before making your way over to the cabinet to pull out two mugs as well as two of your favourite tea bags.

It doesn’t take Johnny long to join you. Ever so gently he leans his chest against your back and slings his arms around your waist. Leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your exposed neck. Time seems to be passing so much slower and everything feels to slow down to match both of your content heartbeats. The late night hour making it seem as if there’s only the two of you in the world. And nothing else matters. You could just stay here like this with Johnny and be very content.

He ,on the other hand, gently turns you around so that he’s facing you and takes one of your hands into his. The other one moves onto your hip and that’s when he gently starts swaying the both of you. For a moment there is no sound or music, but eventually Johnny starts humming an imaginary melody that he leads you to.

Swaying around the kitchen in Johnny’s arms makes you sleepy again, but you can tell that he is fully regaining his energy back and before you know it he starts a dance routine as if you two are competing on Strictly and this is the most important routine of his life. He also starts to sing a loud and pretty terrible rendition of Fly Me To The Moon and he gets so invested in it that by the end of it, he’s on one knee with his arms wide out looking like it’s the biggest declaration of love to you.

And you can’t help but giggle at his silly antics. This is one of your favourite things about Johnny. His ability to make you laugh in any moment whatsoever, which always makes you fall in love with him even more. You shake your head fondly at him and turn back to your task at hand to prepare your tea.

Filling both mugs with the hot water and leaving it to steep gives you another few minutes with your boyfriend. And as you turn around a new wave of laughter erupts as you notice that Johnny took vacancy on your kitchen floor and is watching you fondly from his position. Seemingly too tired to hold his dramatic end pose or to simply just get up. You reach your hand out to him and he just looks at you with the biggest grin, making him look like a mischievous child, before grabbing your hand and pulling himself up with your help. He kisses the back of it and starts trailing sloppy kisses up your arm, just to make you laugh again.

That’s one of Johnny’s favourite things about you.

He reaches your neck again and blows a raspberry right into the space where your neck meets your shoulder and as you continue to giggle he secures his hands on the small of your back and just looks at you, studying and re-familiarising himself with your features.

Before you can fully catch your breath, he leans towards you and presses his lips onto yours. You quickly melt into it and urgently kiss him back. After a few moments the two of you gently break apart, the most content smiles on both of your faces “I love yer so much” he rasps and just looks at you for another moment. You can’t help but blush and hide your face by turning away from him and grabbing your two steaming mugs. Handing one over to him “Thanks love” he replies and accepts the beverage from you.

Smiling at him you grab his unoccupied hand and lead him back into the living room, back to the sofa where you make him sit down and nestle yourself back into his lap. You’re both careful with the steaming mugs and as you nuzzle into him and get comfortable you quietly tell him “I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re home B” as you press another loving kiss onto his soft lips.  

#johnny bond #johnny bond fanfic #johnny bond imagines #catfish and the bottlemen imagines #catfish and the bottlemen #bondy #bondy imagines #johnny bond fanfiction

[pacifymebby]

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

[pacifierbby]

꧁MASTERLIST꧂

:･ﾟ✧RED

* ੈ✩‧₊ Summary ~ Mason never thought that you would go with a man like him. He thought you would go with someone who would do everything under your step. He just wishes that was him {word count 3k} {pairing mason mount x you}

:･ﾟ✧LONDON

* ੈ✩‧₊ Summary ~, you've been living in London since you were born. That's how you met Mason in a small coffee shop but when mason gets a chance to play for his dream team. will moving to Manchester be the right move? {word count 3k} {pairing mason mount x you}

:･ﾟ✧HALLOWEEN

* ੈ✩‧₊ Summary - you and mason going to an haunted lunatic asylum. Mason used to only playing football while you were used to watching the creepy haunted videos on YouTube, so you decided that you were going to go to a haunted lunatic asylum and have a feel for you guys self. {word count 1k} {pairing mason mount x you}

↳ part 2

:･ﾟ✧THE NANNY

* ੈ✩‧₊ Summary ~ Mason was an amazing dad to his little girl, April. Whenever Mason went, his little girl came with even including to his game when his mum had her. However, when an opportunity pulled up for him to leave Chelsea and move to Manchester, he couldn't say no. However, 4 hours away from London, Mason had to get a nanny for his little girl. {word count 668} {pairing mason mount x you}

↳ part 2 {soon}

:･ﾟ✧BEST FRIENDS

* ੈ✩‧₊ summary~ you was a famous you-tuber. posting on your Instagram after what seemed 4 months about your recent new video when mason mount likes and comments. however your fans thought that he was your best friend when you and mason knew that wasn't the case. but what happens when a wags account on Instagram see you at Disneyland together {mason mount x you} {face claim Bethany mota} {inst au}

:･ﾟ✧CHRISTMAS BISCUITS

* ੈ✩‧₊ summary~ mason and reader baking cookies for their families Christmas dinner however it didn't end up the way it planed and more of it went on them than it did in the bowel {word count 1,7k} {mason mount x reader}

#manchester united #imagines #football imagine #football imagines #imagine #football #football fanfic #football x you #footballer imagine #football x oc #vanmccanimagines #van mccann #van mccann imagines #catfish and the bottlemen fandom #catfish and the bottlemen #mason mount imagines #mason mount blurb #mason mount

[thousandfourhundreddays]

van mccann x singer reader pls!

Masterlist

A/n I can only apologise for my severe issue with making promises I can’t keep ahahah. I don’t even know how long ago it was that I said I would write some stuff for Van and so many of you guys’ requests have been neglected in my inbox… BUT I had a couple of Van x singer reader requests so here it is, however I didn’t stick to that completely but I kinda love this so hope you enjoy anyway!!! Also kinda based on Hourglass because I lack all kinds of creativity lol. LOVE YA❤️‍🔥

Waste My Days

“You’re strugglin’” his voice floated down the line, worry seeping into his words. You sighed into the silence of your hotel room, rolling over in bed, eyes flicking across the room to see the time on the clock. 2:36 am.

“I’m ok… it’s just been none stop for so long. I’m exhausted but I just can’t get any rest” Van waited, giving you time to talk, knowing this could be the most insight into your mind he’d been able to get for a long time.

“I love being on tour, I really do. Especially this one, this has been the best yet, I’m just…”

“Exhausted” he finished for you, sensing that you were struggling to find the words.

“You know it”

Boy, did he know it.

-

“How did you sleep?”

“God, I slept so good, the best I’ve slept in weeks Van, I’m telling you”

You heard his chuckle crackle down the line. “Dreaming about me again ay, babe?”

“Always”

-

“Y/n! Your phones ringing!”

Your head shot up, following the sound of the voice that shouted across the floor of the arena. Eyes wide, you sent a look to the sound technician, a silent plea to let you have just one minute. Once you saw him nod, mixed with a slightly annoyed shrug of his shoulders, you jumped down from the stage to find your phone.

“Van?”

“Hiya, darlin’. Was about to give up then, thought you weren’t gonna answer”

“Sorry, soundcheck.” You explained, listening to him drag on a fag in some city far away.

“Aye, me too, just finished. Sorry I interrupted”

“You’re never interrupting” you replied quickly, “I’ve been dying for you to call.”

-

You felt the peel of skin as Van lifted himself off of you, a rush of oxygen filling your lungs as he flopped down next to you into the damp sheets.

One week, one singular week where your tour schedules aligned. Van came to stay at yours, with no other plans than to eat, sleep and in Vans words, “love on you”.

You watched as Van reached over to the bedside table for his cigs, you couldn’t help but reach out to him, your finger tracing the shape of his ribs through his pale skin before you heard a clatter of books fall to the floor in Vans attempt to clear a space for the mug that now doubled as an ash tray.

“Oi, don’t be messing my place up!” You poked at the space between his ribs.

“Oi!” He squeaked in that classic Van McCann squeak, flinching, trying to escape your hands, holding the now burning cigarette high above your heads as he tackled you.

“Van, watch that!” Grasping his arm, already picturing the holes that he would burn in the sheets.

aka, the best week of wasting days together.

-

“Vaaaan” you sung down the line, “please hurry!!!!!”

“Alright, babe, alright. I’m coming!” He laughed,

“I know but we have a lot of catching up to do, you know” he could practically hear your smirk through the phone.

“Oh babe, so sordid” He teased, lowering his voice into a growl so the whole of Tesco’s wouldn’t hear him. “You’re the one who wanted wine!”

“All I really ever want is you, Van”

-

“Babe! Come ere’!”

Vans voice echoed through your bedroom over the sound of the shower.

Pushing on the en suite door, the bathroom flooded with light, revealing his face peeping round the edge of the fogged shower screen, hair wet and silently reaching an arm out for you. You smiled, keeping eye contact as you pulled his old tshirt over your head, quickly loosing your underwear and letting him pull you towards him.

Van twirled you round, pressing your back against his chest, arms tangled together across the front of your body under the water.

“I’ve been thinkin bout baby names” he whispered ,

“Oh yeah?” You laughed, classic Van you thought, “A bit premature, no? I’m not even pregnant”

Van moved to rest his cheek on the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair before untangling his arm from yours, watching as he reached out to write on the glass.

L, Y, L, A

“Like the Oasis song” he whispered.

#van mccann fanfic #van mccann smut #van mccann x reader #van mccann imagine #van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catfish and the bottlemen imagine

[your-divine-ribs]

Pick Him Up From Heathrow (Dad Van)

Words: 1.6k

I didn’t manage to write anything for Mother’s Day (yet) so here’s a little Dad Van fic xxx

Dad Van Masterlist Main Masterlist

You're tired. And not just a little sleepy. Bone-weary tired. The kind of tiredness that seeps into every fibre of your being and clouds your mind. All you want to do is close your eyes and stretch out your limbs and burrow into the comforting warmth of your bed. The thought of burying your face into the pillow and cocooning yourself in the softest of blankets sounds like the closest thing to heaven right now, but it's not to be. You're at Heathrow airport in the dead of the night, heavily pregnant with a fractious toddler in tow, waiting rather impatiently for the flight from New York to disembark.

"Where's Daddy? He was supposed to be here hours ago! He promised. He said he'd be back in time for dinner and he'd get me ice cream!"

Your little girl's face screws up in frustration, her tiny hands balled into fists in her lap. You reach out a comforting arm around her shoulders and she nestles into your side, pushing her face into the folds of your sweater, sulking.

"It's not his fault sweetie, the flight got delayed. They've had really bad snow in New York so it wasn't safe for the plane to take off. He's here now though. The flight's just landed so we'll see him really soon."

She pushes herself away from you then, stretching up on her tiptoes to see through the crowd, shuffling forwards with an uncertain look on her face. "But I can't see him!"

Her expression is distraught when she turns back to you and you can see the tantrum simmering just below the surface. Like an oncoming storm it roils under her pinched pink cheeks and brews in her tear brimmed eyes. "Come and sit back down Grace, he'll have to wait for his luggage... but it won't be long now, I promise."

"Promise?" She sulks, eyes forlorn.

"I promise," you reply, breathing the vow as you press a sweet kiss to her hair, drawing her to you again. She holds herself taut for a while but eventually you feel her give in, her slight body slumping against yours, head resting on your swollen baby bump.

You always found it hard when Van was away on tour, but now you're not the only one missing him it's even harder. Even though your days are busy and there's a little intruder crawling into your bed most nights to fill the empty space, you sometimes resent the fact that Van's career takes him away from your little family unit.

A soft whimper falls from Grace's lips as she starts to slip into a restless sleep against you. She's worn out, totally exhausted, and you feel a pang of guilt for not being insistent when she'd kicked up a fuss about getting a hotel nearby and waiting for Van there. She could have been tucked up in bed right now, sleeping peacefully whilst you waited, but she'd begged and she'd pleaded and eventually you'd given in, too tired yourself to put up a fight. She was stubborn like that. Just like her dad. And she always won you over. Just like he did.

You smile to yourself, one hand stroking over your belly as you feel the baby stirring, the other pushing back a silky strand of Grace's long hair off her face. Not long now...

And then there he is, all of a sudden, a familiar face in the crowd, his eyes searching the arrivals lounge until they come to rest on you, glowing with that spark you know so well. You feel excitement fizz in your gut as you let out an exhale, breathless as you raise up a hand in a wave. Even though you've been together for many years he still evokes that feeling in you, transporting you back through the years when love gave you that giddy exhilaration, butterflies bursting into flight in your belly as he strides through the terminal towards you.

Your muscles tense, instinctively wanting to rise up out of your seat to go to him and throw yourself into his arms but of course you can't. Grace murmurs in her sleep, little fingers gripping on to your sweater as she shifts where she lays.

"Love, what're you doing here? I thought you'd have got a hotel. It's so late!" Van's eyes are wide with excitement despite the puffy darkness underneath them from his own tiredness and his gaze shifts down to your lap. "Oh, Gracie's asleep. Aww look at her!"

"She's just dropped off. She was so excited to see you she begged for us to wait..." You trail off, suddenly feeling choked now that Van's standing there in front of you, just metres away. "How are you? How was the flight? I've missed you so much. We all have."

"Ughhh, longest flight ever," he complains. "Didn't think we'd ever touch down. God, I've missed you too... you don't know how good it is to see you. My two favourite girls... and of course the little 'un." His eyes linger on the swell of your belly and they look glossy, brimming with love and affection.

And then you feel Grace shift in your arms, her head lifting up as she rubs at her eyes with her hands, slowly at first like she's dreaming but sleep soon falling away when she sees her dad standing before her.

"Daddy... daddy... daddy!" She chants, her voice rising in volume and pitch as she springs on to her feet, arms outstretched as she flings herself into Van's awaiting arms. "You're really here!"

"I'm here angel," he assures her, bending down to scoop her into an embrace, lifting her clear off her feet with ease. "I've missed you so much. Hey... have you grown? I swear you're getting bigger!"

"That's 'cause I've been eating all the Jaffa cakes 'cause you've not been here! Mummy says we should keep it a secret!"

"Are you trying to get me into trouble young lady?" You laugh, rising up on to your feet at last, eager for a proper greeting.

"So you pair have been up to no good, eh?" Van chuckles, arms wrapping around his daughter who's now clinging on to him like a little koala bear, smothering him in kisses.

"Well if you insist on going away all the time we can't promise to behave..." You giggle as you reach for Van, wrapping an arm around his waist, snuggling into the side that Grace isn't attached to, feeling a warm glow of relief flood you when you feel your bodies connecting.

You tilt your head up to him and he dips his down, your lips pressing firmly against each other's. You reach up a hand to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him closer, closing your eyes as you press yourself flush against him. You let yourself get lost in the kiss for a moment until a tinkling giggle rings out and you break away, smiling as Grace watches on, peeking through her hands which are raised up to her face.

"Ughh Daddy... why do you kiss mummy like that?"

"Because I love her very much and that's what grown ups do!"

He grins down at her and you laugh, resting your head on his chest, wrapping your other arm around your daughter, feeling complete at last now you're all together.

"Well I'm never growing up then!" Grace announces, her face scrunching in distaste. "Boys are stinky and I'm never letting anyone kiss me like that!"

"That's absolutely fine by me Princess!" Van chuckles, bending down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. She rests her head on his shoulder and he looks down on her adoringly before he turns to you. "C'mon let's go... don't think we should drive back tonight though babe, we're all so exhausted. Let's get a hotel shall we?"

"Mmm yeah, definitely. Much as I wanna get home I don't think I can face that long drive. I'm dead on my feet."

You're suddenly aware of how much your eyes are stinging with tiredness, your back aching, your muscles sore. The prospect of being able to lie down on a soft warm bed within the next half an hour is tempting beyond belief. That... and the thought of being wrapped up in Van's arms.

As if he's read your thoughts he cranes his neck to whisper quietly in your ear. "Can't wait to show ya how much I missed ya love..."

He presses his lips to the patch of sensitive skin just behind your ear, sending a little shiver through you, quickly breaking away when Grace starts bouncing in his arms.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, can we go for ice cream first? Please... please? You said so on the phone. You promised!"

Her voice raises up, a pleading whine, fixing Van with big, puppy dog eyes. They're the exact same colour as Van's, pale greeny-blue like the sea. Ocean eyes.

"No ice cream now, it's the middle of the night! Sleep for you little one."

"But I'm not tired!" She protests, and even as she says the words you see her eyelids drooping, fighting the impending slumber that's sure to claim her the minute you get into a cab. "I'm gonna stay up all night!"

"Well... we'll see about that," you smile, reaching out a hand to gently brush her face, her long eyelashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks. You and Van exchange knowing looks, wide grins breaking out as you make for the exit and the night beyond.

#dad van #catb imagines #van mccann #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic #catfish and the bottlemen

[catb-fics]

here the knicker-throwing video 😂 https://youtu.be/ntMEOLViatM?si=Z_2FWqc4Gr12WXwc&t=82

Oh yes this one I’ve seen this before! Thanks anon. I’ve snipped it but you can see the whole video here…

Look at Van’s smug little smirk ha ha he loves it 😂

#catb asks #catfish and the bottlemen #imagine if they were left hanging off the fretboard 😆

[icouldntfindquiet]

Black Magic (Part 9) 🌙✨

The last part of Black Magic has been posted! Thanks for putting up with me reading too many Terry Pratchett books and having to get this out of my system. 😂 I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading. ❤️

#black magic #van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #imagine #wattpad

[theeleventhhour]

I spent the whole morning listening all the catb’s unreleased stuff and i just wish that Van in his currently isolation state re-record the old songs in the best Taylor Swift style.

#Can you imagine the impact of him dropping just like that idk an Poetry and Fuel (Van’s version) #*Billy Bibby was found dead* #catb #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann

[daisycatgraph]

I don’t go on catb Reddit often but I’m getting more notifs from it and whenever I check it I’m met with bullshit.

#imagine how tired we are #catfish and the bottlemen #:D

[imwriting0verhere]

Festival Reunion

Being away from Johnny for a long time while he was touring was always difficult. You got used to it in the almost three years of being with him but it still wasn’t easy on both of you. That’s why you can’t wait to finally see him today and join the boys on tour for the next two weeks.

You arrived earlier today and just put your luggage into Johnny’s room before enjoying a nice lunch in the restaurant of the luxury hotel the band was staying in.

You just made your way onto the festival grounds where the boys are playing later tonight. You are greeted by Larry, Bob and Benji, as you learn that Van and Bondy are currently giving an interview.

“Are you alright lass?” Larry asks you happily, always in the mood to chat and catch up with you. Being with Bondy for a few years now means that you know the band and crew pretty well too.

“Yeah I’m good! Very happy that TRNSMT is a very easy and short journey from Newcastle” you laugh “I already checked out the hotel and I’m all ready for the show tonight”

“And for Bondy I reckon” Larry cackles while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively

“Oh piss off you child” you laugh with him and throw an empty water bottle at his head

“Oi, watch it! Bondy’s not here yet to protect ya”

“A just threw that at your head, I’m pretty good at protecting meself like” you try to sound intimidating but are still laughing too hard at Larry’s antics

“He doesn’t even know that I’m here yet so will you keep it doon”

“Oooh surprise visit” Benji chimes in and the boys set off cackling again.

You groan and take a seat further away from the group but still facing them so you can keep watch and not have them try any pranks. You're really just so ready to finally see your boyfriend.

It’s a very nice and warm summers day, there’s a light breeze beneath the tent we’re all sitting under. Hearing the music from bands and acts already playing further away from the backstage area and the occasional chit chat and laughter you hear all around is slowly lulling you into a light slumber and you can only fight it and keeping your eyes open for so long. But just as you're about to give in you hear the unmistakable voice of Van McCann and then a softer and lower Geordie accent alongside him. Bondy.

“Julia?” he says with a soft frown to his voice “A thought I’d pick yer up myself from the hotel later?” he questions as he finally comes walking over to you and helps you up from the chair. Sharing a warm and intimate embrace “A couldn’t wait to see you though. And I didn’t want to spend all day in our hotel room” you pout up at him but he’s quick to kiss it away. You both linger for a bit. Seemingly very happy to be united again.

As you pull apart and he wraps his arm around your waist, turning to the boys and their animated conversation. You take this time to have a good look at Johnny. He always looks great but recently there’s just something about his shorter hair, the tinted glasses he started wearing, the stubble. Feeling your thoughts drifting to a darker, naughtier place. It’s really hard to focus and not be turned on by him. Pair that with his charm, humour and incredible talent and you're putty in his hands.

You slowly start moving your hand up his back and shoulders, caressing the skin of his exposed neck and twirl some of his curls round your fingers. The others don’t see or notice anything but you can tell that it has an effect on Johnny already. You lean further into him and start placing featherlight kisses on his cheek and then neck. Getting bolder as you go along.

“What d’yer think you’re doing pet?” comes his low voice. You wrap your arms around his torso and press yourself into him “Nowt. Just missed yer” you tell him innocently but of course he sees right through it. He places a kiss on your cheek before just looking at you intently for a while. The need and longing for him must show through and all of a sudden, he grabs your hand and announces to the boys that the two of you are off for a smoke and walk around the venue for a bit.

As he leads you two away from the group he switches from holding your hand to wrapping his arm around your waist again and every once in a while, it sinks lower and he cups your bum. You just follow him blindly and eventually realize you have made it into the private section where the buses and trailers are parked for all the equipment and instruments. It’s mainly empty at this time of day and it’s perfect to use for our little getaway. Bondy turns to you and with his arm still around you and his left hand holding your face he pulls you into a bruising kiss. You let out a soft moan and immediately he springs into action and guides you two behind one of the vehicles and fully out of sight of any onlooker or person to be around.

“I missed you so much, love” he rasps into your neck before leaving a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin. You let your hands trail into his soft curls again and knock off his hat in the process. You are both far too invested in each other to care and you gasp and tighten your hands in his hair as he picks you up and presses you against the side of the bus. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist and he pulls you in for another kiss. It’s still urgent but this time his tongue probes gently into your mouth and you can feel his love and desire for you, needing to be close after your time apart.

“Johnny please” you whine softly and he tightens his grip on you.

“I know. Just let me enjoy this for a minute, to have you back with me” he smiles at you and softly kisses your neck, the opposite of what you really want him to do to you.

“John, you’ve got all the time to do that later. Back at the hotel. Please I just need you right now” by the smirk on his face alone you know how whiny and needy you’re being right now. But you really don’t care, you just need him to fuck you good and hard to make up for lost time. And later tonight you’ll be all sweet and sensual and take your time with each other.

“You’re so fucking cute when you get all needy like this” he smirks at you but he finally listens and starts to pull up your dress over your hips and moves your underwear to the side. Slowly rubbing his fingers over the soft skin of your thighs until his thumb makes contact with your clit. You gasp and automatically tighten your legs around him.

Not wanting to wait any longer he maneuvers his other hand down to the button of his trousers and pulls out his erection. He grips it into the hand that was just teasing your core and slowly rubs his length through your wet folds

“God I missed yer” he whispers more to himself. You pull him close and kiss him passionately, right as Bondy starts sinking into you. Fully inside you, you slowly start rocking your hips into his. He’s guiding your hips over his hard length and you both find a rhythm quickly.

“You’re so incredible” he breathes into the air between you and all you can do is look into his eyes. He’s mesmerizing, his face contorted into pleasure and you can see his eyes are filled with so much love and adoration for you.

“Mmh you feel so good, I want yer to cum with me” you moan and you can feel Johnny picking up the pace. His cock is hitting deep inside you and you’re so close already but you want to do this with him. So you start leaving kisses on his neck and chest, flicking your tongue over his skin before you reach the spot behind his ear that you know will put a quick end to this. You know you’ve got him right where you wanted him

“Fuck Jules…” he moans and his strokes get sloppier.

Quickly he grabs your ass with both of his hands and starts slamming you down over his cock quicker, his strokes deeper than before.

“Fuck Johnny, yes! Yes right there” you scream and you can feel your orgasm starting to take over your body.

With your hands around his neck and shoulder you help bouncing yourself over his erection and only a few moments later you feel him and yourself reaching your joined high and it makes you see stars behind your eyes. The climax so intense.

Johnny has moved his face into your neck and you can feel his heavy breath as he empties himself inside your still pulsing cunt.

“Shit, I love you so much” he breathes out on a low laugh as you both still try to regain your breath. You chuckle along before kissing him again “I love you so much babe” you laugh as you both come down from your highs and realise the absurdity of your situation.

After a moment he puts you down and helps you re-adjust your dress and underwear before he’s doing the same for himself.

“Ready to go back?”

“Let’s wait a few more minutes. I’m not sure if I can walk just yet” you giggle and pull him down for a quick snog again.

As you’re finally ready to return to the group you start leading him away only to almost trip over his hat that’s been left forgotten on the floor

“Oops, you’ll need this back like” and you bow down to retrieve one of Johnny’s most priced possessions. But he only has eyes for you as he enjoys the view in front of him and can’t resist to give you a slap on your butt, before you turn back to him and put the cap back onto his head.

“Cute” you mumble to yourself and as you make your way back, Johnny is quick to catch up and wrap you up in his arms so you’re now walking back to chest, he’s almost tripping over his feet but your hearts are full and you’re both feeling light and relaxed and you can’t wait to enjoy the show tonight with your hot Rockstar boyfriend on stage. As well as the next two weeks with lots more shenanigans like today.     

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if you’re feeling sinister / chapter four

Johnny

It was one of those hot, close kind of afternoons. Grey claustrophobic skies gathering over head. The air had that thunderstorm musky kind of quality. It can't have been helping the doomed feeling my insincts were beginning to kindle around.

"Larry!" yelled Van, his voice disappearing further down the coastal path Larry often walked back on. He usually met his secret lass down here, the one he didn't think we knew as much about as we did, they usually dawdled along the the cliff edge, blowing canabis smoke down into the dunes. "Larry!" shouted Van again, no longer leaving any quiet in which we could listen out for his return call.

We'd already walked the path once, earlier that afternoon once we'd done the first circuit of the town. We'd knocked doors and asked around anyone we thought he might have had anything to do with the night before. When we'd run out of people he might have spoken to we started knocking every other door coming up with any excuse to justify disturbing the neighbours day. And because Larry worked Saturdays and Sundays in the local shop he knew most people, so we knocked on most doors.

And we heard nothing, and people looked at us with dusgruntled confusion and sometimes they looked concerned or they said they were sorry and promised to let us know if they did hear anything, but mostly they just shook their heads and said no, they hadn't heard from him. "Out late last night was he?" asked that one like they suspected us of causing trouble, suspected that whatever was going on it was our own fault.

Now we were trailing the coastal path slowly, growing tense. Ignoring hunger, the sweaty grimy skin crawling sensation of having been out walking through the humidity all day. Already knowing we weren't going to get anywhere. Carrying on because we didn't want to have to go back to Larrys mum and tell her she needed to phone him in as a missing person. Didn't want to go back to the girls and tell them that it was all more serious than we'd first thought.

And as Van started shouting for Larry again I let out a sigh, shoved my hands into my jeans pockets and closed my eyes. Wincing when I said it.

"You think we should check the woods now eh Van?" I said knowing that saying something like that, in a town like this, was like signing the death certificate myself. Giving up all for the sake of not wanting to give up.

Van screwed his face up, turned back to me. Almost looked pissed off when he shoved his sweaty hair from his face.

"Why would he be there its fuckin miles from his house?"

"Aye but we've searched everywhere else haven't we..." I said looking over at Benji who had stopped now too and was listening closely with the same wary, knowing expression.

"Fuck, yeah, whatever he's right Van its the only place we haven't looked.."

"Aye but it wouldn't make any fuckin sense... Why would he..."

"If you follow this path far enough it skims along the edge of the woods further down the coast... You know where the trees thin out reet down in the dunes..."

"Thats fuckin miles away..."

"Maybe he was after elongating the evening with his lassie," I tried to smirk, tried to wiggle my brows and ease the tension but I couldn't do that when I was sugesting our best mate might have ventured into those cursed woods at night, with a girl or even alone, ten years to the month that our town had looked out onto something like hell. After they'd found my mum, after they'd found Peppers mum and a little later her dad, hanging - the manner of his death apparently evidence enough to prove him guilty of it all.

"Yeah," groaned Van taking a cig from his pocket and lighting up, "fine fuck it..."

The way I saw it there wasn't anything else we could do. No point trailing that path any longer when we'd already done it and found nothing. No point in knocking doors at this time in the evening because most of the neighbours wouldn't answer their door during the after dinner soaps.

And I didn't want to leave it too long. If something really was wrong then we needed the police to start looking for him sooner rather than later. If something really was wrong, if something was beginning all over again, then I wanted to be by Sukis side and I wanted Pepper to know I was there for her, needed her to know she wasn't going to relive that peril alone.

"Jesus christ," he groaned seconds later, running his hand through his messy hair, "fuck sake man he shoulda just stayed at mine.." but I couldn't let him think like that.

It was how my dad had thought about the night my mam went missing for years now. How my brother had always thought of it too.

She'd been on her way to pick Jimmy up from a football match down at the playing fields which backed onto the woods. Only she'd gotten confused, or my dad had gotten confused, because Jimmy had been going to his pals house for tea and hadn't needed picking up at all, and somewhere within that miscommunication our mam had been left alone in the dusky summer evening, smoking a cigarette at the edge of the woods. And they said that that was probably when Peppers dad had bumped into her. That everything had probably seemed fine to her at first, that he'd probably lured her away from the car, into the forest under false pretences. That by the time she understood what was really happening, what he really wanted, she'd have been out of earshot of anyone. And of course we wouldn't have realised anything was wrong until much later that evening, when she didn't show at Jimmys pal's house to pick him up and take him home.

There were so many angles to view it from that meant you could blame yourself, or blame some trivial detail which really, probably wouldn't have made a big difference. If dad had been on the ball he could have realised she didn't need to go for Jimmy before she'd even left the house. If Jimmy had reminded her before he'd gone to school that morning. And even me, perhaps if I hadn't been such a pain in the arse, always asking questions or needing constant attention... Perhaps then she wouldn't have been distracted, she would have taken it in and remembered later that Jimmy didn't need picking up. That there was no reason to head down to the football pitches that evening.

And if she hadn't gone what then? Perhaps she'd still be with us. Perhaps someone elses mum would have fallen victim to those woods instead. Could I honestly say I wouldn't have traded my mum for someone elses, could I really say that if I was given the choice, I wouldn't choose to kill someone elses mam and keep mine safe and alive and mine.

No. And neither could anyone else if they were being honest.

Even so, it was better not to dwell on things you could have but didn't do and so when Van groaned and tapped his cigarette nervously I had to cut him off and nip his melancholic self loathing in the bud.

"Its just a fuckin walk home Van, should be safe, anyone should be able to do it blind like... Shouldn't make any difference to his life whether he stops at yours a night or walks home alone half cut. Its just a road..."

"Aye,"said Van with dark eyes and a gloomy set smirk, "Ain't just a road though is it..."

And I knew he was right. It wasn't just a road and our little town where the forest met the coast, would never be just some other little town ever again. This was a place terrible things happened, a haunted place. And as I felt a familiar knowing shadow take over inside me, I felt the shudder of dread grip me as I thought about the woodlands we were about to go poking around in. Woodlands I was sure were never supposed to be disturbed.

"Cmon no point being morbid about it, may as well get it over with for fuck sake," said Benji. He'd been chain smoking the same as the rest of us but now he let his fall from his hand, grinding it into the ground beneath his trainer, leaving a print in the sand for someone else to find later if we didn't make it home.

So we picked up the pace, ducking back over the dunes into the woodlands we'd played in as kids until we couldn't anymore. They'd stopped feeling like a playground after everything that went down. After the police dogs, the white suits, the blue lights and sirens, the long days which dragged into even more painful nights, the cups of tea the neighbors made for my dad which were left untouched and curdling wherever they'd been set down.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and fell into step with Van. The floor beneath our feet was soft with pine needles, our trainers sinking deceptively into the top layer as we walked quickly, trying not to walk too quickly through the ever thickening trees.

"Larry!" shouted Van, his voice echoing and then swallowed whole, snuffed out by the evergreens.

He only shouted once or twice, his voice barely carrying, bouncing back to us so quickly that it was difficult to believe the forest stretched out for as far as it did. But we were at the foot of the long slope, the vast expanse of Ash, Pine and Oak which grew all up the hillside through the valley and didn't thin out until it met the old slag heaps miles out of town.

"Keep an eye out for..." I started trailing off because I didn't know what to say. "Well, anythin really..." I hadn't been paying enough attention to Larry the night before, too caught up, distracted by Suki. When I thought about it I couldnt have described any of my friends appearances from the night before because I hadn't really been paying attention to anyone else. Only Suki. And I felt guilty because even upon realising that fact it was her my mind remained revolving around.

I couldn't help myself, wondering what she'd be doing back at Van's, her and Pepper and Mia, perhaps they'd have been playing their video games earlier but now that it was dark and we were still out without them, they'd probably be getting nervous, probably find themselves unable to focus on a zombie game or a shit 80s horror. They'd probably be sitting in that awkward quiet, tension thick between them as they tried not to do anything that would make them look nervous. No one ever wanted to be the first to admit they were scared.

"Fuckin poirot over here..." smirked Benji cracking just enough of a smile to meet his eyes.

"Shit man this is fuckin pointless these woods are huge, even if we split up we ain't gonna cover it all by nightfall..."

"We ain't splittin up," I said quickly, quietly, my eyes meeting Van's through the ever darkening evening, "an its already night..." I shrugged, "so I don't know what you wanna do but if we go back now we have to go straight to his mam... She's gonna have to phone the police..."

"He might be back by the time we get back," shrugged Benji but we all knew it wasn't true. If he'd come back one of the girls would have phoned. We wouldn't still be out there looking for him. We wouldn't all feel so doomed.

"Maybe we should split..." said Van again, "just for a bit, have a wander round, cover more..."

"Fuckin no chance," I said shaking my head, a disbelieving grin cracked crooked as I shoved him playfully, "mr "I've seen every horror movie" and you actually want us to split up..."

"Aye mate am not so sure its a..." started Benji, his thought cut short by a wailing sound tearing through the trees.

The sound seemed to carry over our heads, like a fast moving cloud. Its echo lingering in the mist rolling in from the sea. I looked down to my shoes in the pine and saw the familiar grey vapour curling around my ankles and I didn't like the strange sensation it left on my skin.

For a second we all stood still, silent, looking at our feet, looking up at the thick dark green shadow of pine needles and leaves above our heads. The canopy blocked the evening light but we could all tell there wasn't much light left to be seen.

"Fuck was that?" asked Benji with a nervous twitching smile, "sounded like me demented nan..."

"Probably owls," I said with a shrug not wanting to admit how haunted that terrible keening had really made me feel. It had sounded so eerily familiar to me. A sound drifted in from childhood, the kind your mind forces you to forget until you hear it again.

"Maybe it was a ghost..." Van said with a small smirk, ironic and then suddenly wincing apologetic and embarassed by himself. "Sorry lad," he said quickly, taking out a cigarette trying to save himself, "sorry fuck I didn't..."

"Everyone thinks the woods are haunted," I shrugged swallowing a lump in my throat as my shoulders and jaw tensed tight, "theyve always thought that an all, not just since... You know..."

"Aye," said Van, "am still sorry though..."

And people always were and always would be. Sorry. Always awkward and apologetic. Those kinds of smiles were ones familiar to me after all this time.

"Cmon man," I said with a shudder, "we'll walk back into town, if he's somewhere in here the police will find him quicker than we can..."

"Aye but they won't go lookin tonight," he said, "always wait too long don't they..." he said, his eyes darker still as we all walked in step, each of us glancing over our shoulders every now and then, each of us checking for god knows what doing god knows what in our periphery.

"Yeah well," I said forcing a smile for his benefit, for mine too, "might not be waiting for anythin at all eh, blakes might be right... Maybe he's already home..."

But we weren't stupid and any lies we told to make eachother feel better... We all knew them to be just that. Lies.

The quickest way home however was unfortunately through the trees. It was quicker to head a little deeper into the woods and then veer for the football fields than it was to double back on ourselves and head back down the coast. Besides, there was little point treading familiar ground when were trying to think hopefully.

If we headed towards the footie pitch and the school we would perhaps stumble upon Larry unsuspectingly. I was hoping that my instincts were wrong but I'd always trusted myself more than I trusted anyone else and I knew that in this instance just like every other instance, I was probably right.

We probably weren't going to find Larry that night.

Knowing that fact only made the woods seem closer still. I felt every shudder in the pines like breath on my skin. Every twitch or snap in the trees drew my eyes searching for its cause. I kept trying to block it out, kept trying to tell myself to keep walking and looking straight ahead but it wasn't working to make me feel any less on edge. I wanted to be home with the girls, skip the fucking awful walk home and just be crushed up on Vans settee with Suki tucked under my arm and little Titch where I could see her. Needed everyone I cared about to be close to me. Knowing that it wasn't possible now left me feeling that familiar but ever strange seperation from myself. That hollow feeling in my bones that made me feel like my fingers weren't my own. Made me feel like I'd borrowed someone elses body for the day and I couldn't quite get a grip on the controls.

"Shit..." breathed Van suddenly stopping in his tracks so that I tripped over and into the back of him and Blakes had to stumble to stop himself crashing too.

"Shit..." I said quietly following his gaze. Just a little way in front of us was a car wreck... The bonnet crumpled into the trunk of a conifer. The glass in the pine needles hardly caught the light, it had been there so long it had been weathered by the rain, the dirt had set in and dulled it, muddied it. Only the largest plates remained.

"I thought they cleaned everythin up..." started Blakes trailing off because the answer to whatever question he'd been about to ask was right there in front of us, abandoned and battered, windows shattered, rusty skeleton chewed up. Left to the pines and the woods for them to do with whatever they liked.

"Yeah," I said, my mouth dry, my fingers searching my pocket for my light, "you'd have thought they would..." I said, fingers closing around pine needles and dirt in the pit of my pockets. No cigarettes to comfort me.

"It is..."

"Yeah," I said silencing Van before he could ask the obvious, a question we all already knew the answer to, "thats Titch's dads car," I said glancing over my shoulder. Checking my periphery. The painful sensation of being watched, skin prickling all over as I fixed my eyes on the car. That hollow feeling was rising, spreading through my body slowly so that I couldn't shake the feeling that I was leaving myself behind.

He'd crashed the car, he'd murdered Titch's mam and then he'd murdered mine too... It was the story everyone knew, and here was the evidence, here was the crashed car. Here was the broken glass. The rusting frame. The pine needles and pieces of bark he'd displaced. Like some museum exhibit.

Only Blakes was right. They had cleared the site. There'd been such a fuss in the local paper about it because some of us had wanted it cleared, some of us had wanted the scene disposed of, and others, those who believed Titchs father to be innocent, had wanted the crime scene preserved. So that it could be studied over and over, scrutinised for any new evidence. Anything that would prove something. Because it was one of those cases. The kind where everyone, no matter who's side theyre on, find themselves rooting for the same thing. When answers are in sshort supply people start to care less about the answers theyre going to get...

"Cmon we need to leave," I said struggled to swallow around the dry scratch in my throat... "An lets not tell titch about this yeah...actually lets not tell any of the girls about it eh?"

"Yeah," said Van nodding solemnly, "right blakes?"

"Right..."

But that would be our first mistake.  

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hourglass (van mccann)

🤍this fic is practically hourglass word for word, i love the lyrics and how it's from his partner's perspective. hopefully done it some justice🤍

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word count: 1.1K (exactly!)

warnings: swearing, hints towards sex

It was one of those cold, lonely nights. Rain drizzling down your bedroom window while the wind howls outside. You would just lay in bed, cocooning yourself in silken sheets trying to get as much warmth as physically possible. Staring at the ceiling, wishing you were getting warmth from tangled limbs, hot breaths and messed up covers. Instead of reality, fluffy pajamas and a mug of hot chocolate.

Van had been away for a week now, due to come back home in a couple days. You couldn't wait to hear the sounds of a faint car door shutting and a muffled "Cheers mate" from the street. You couldn't wait to stop everything you're doing and run to your door, you could be in the middle of the most significant thing in your life but you would still get there as quickly as you can. You couldn't wait to be fumbling with your keys, trying to find the right one to unlock it as the figure got closer and closer. Most importantly, you couldn't wait to open the door to a happy but slightly exhausted looking face smiling back at you. Dropping all his luggage like it's nothing just to wrap his long arms around you.

A few days ago, Van had messaged you on Larry's phone telling you he had broken his phone so he couldn't call you without nicking one of the lad's phones. You were gutted but not surprised, everyone knows that boy is useless with technology and is the clumsiest person you've ever known from bumping into things to doing silly little acts that ended up in some disaster.

So here you were, waiting for your phone to buzz and light up with one of the boys'names. Hoping to hear Van's voice down the line. Hoping he had somehow convinced one of them to let him call you just for a few minutes while they packed up gear to move onto the next venue. Sadly, there was no call. You always thought you were almost like a wife waiting for a call from a distant husband in the army or something like that. Obviously singing songs and thrashing around a pub in the middle of nowhere didn't compare with a soldier fighting for their country but still you missed him like mad.

Every night you'd wish you were guiding him to yours, which was practically his home. So you both could be together, catching up on all the lost times, exploring each other and sleepily talking about your future.

Van was always telling you how much he wanted a family oh his own, he had everything planned out in his head. At first when he told you how he could see the two of you getting married and having children, it did scare you off since you are so young and unsure of what exactly you want to do in your life. However, the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted his little dreamland too. All you wanted was to take his name, Y/N McCann had a ring to it, he told you.

The thought of having kids never crossed your mind until Van would describe his image of you with a little boy and girl, the little details of how he would teach your imaginary son how to play fifa and how you would teach your imaginary daughter how to plat her hair. Or how you would call them the most stupid nicknames you could think of. It was the little things like that which would make you feel fuzzy inside.

You would never tell Van how much you missed him to the full extent. You didn't want to seem sordid and you didn't want it to seem like you wanted him to step away from the band. The band were getting bigger and bigger, starting to sell out 500 capacity venues up and down the UK. You didn't think it was possible to be this proud of someone. However, you just wanted to be able to see him everyday in real life. Even if it's just a quick hello. Videos of him and faceless calls/texts didn't compare to the real deal at all. All you longed for was Van to be home.

He would even bring back flus or colds from touring, leaving you basically bed bound with a snotty nose and a sore throat. Surprisingly, you didn't mind when this happened since Van would take care of you. He would buy you whatever snacks you wanted from the shops, bring you cups of tea and boiling hot water bottles whenever you asked. He would curl up with you under velvet blankets, snuggled into your frame while watching your favourite movies.

One of your favourite things to do was after the tour, when he had just gotten back. He would have greasy looking hair and stubble coming through which scratched your chin. You would both get in the shower, you'd be washing his scruffy locks while Van would be telling you how working in the studio was going and idiotic dares they would do when they were bored. He'd place gentle pecks on your exposed suddy skin and suck at your sensitive spots before it ended in steamed up glass and sounds of panting echoing through the water sprinkling down onto the tub.

When Van was home for long periods of time, don't get it wrong, he did absolutely drive you up the wall with little annoying habits. He was restless, could never sleep for longer than 4 hours a night. You would be deep asleep, sweetly dreaming... to be awoken by a light shove or a whisper. Rolling over to try and ignore the shit eating grin Van had spread across his face because now you'd shown you were awake so he can talk about everything and anything to you while you yawned into his chest. He also didn't know how to do simple household chores for the life of him. Once he tried making you tea to surprise you after a long day of work but all you came back to was the smoke alarm with no batteries in, a lingering burning smell, takeout boxes on your living room table and Van sighing, "Babe, please say you don't need to go into the kitchen anytime soon..."

All the small things that should piss you off, especially when he did in fact nearly burn down your house trying to cook chicken nuggets and chips. You didn't mind looking back, at least he was there in them moments with you.

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Requests are open!!!

Hello darlings!!!! I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing much (anything lol) for a while, truthfully, I just wasn’t feeling it!! But I’ve still been reading lots on here and loving everything everyone else has been writing and I’m feeling a lot more inspired these days :) so I’m re opening my requests!!!! Probably for Matty and Mason, but maybe Van McCann (loml) if anyone fancied reading that?? Anyways, requests are open, send em in!!!!! Love of love as always❤️‍🔥

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Private Dancer Part 1

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Warnings: brief drug use, Y/N is a lap dancer, a brief account of a sexual assault (not graphic) // Part 2 is hella long but will get it uploaded soon xxx

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The loud bass emanates through the thin walls of the dressing room. Girls rush about, scantily clad or completely naked, frantically looking for items of clothing or rushing to perform. Glossy red lips and heavily mascara-ed lashes, sky-scraper heels and barely-there lace, the products of fantasies for the lecherous men gathered outside.

You'd worked at the club for a year now. When you auditioned and were offered the job as a dancer you promised yourself it was only temporary, simply a way to pay yourself through your final year of university. But you'd graduated three months ago and here you still were, several times a week, parading yourself like an object for the customers, wrapping yourself around the pole or tantalising in private dances. Your family and most of your friends knew nothing of your sleazy double-life but the handful that did were disappointed in you. They said you were belittling yourself, losing dignity by playing up to the customers' sordid wet dreams, but they didn't know the half of it. They didn't know how it made you feel. When you were up there on the stage you felt powerful, desired. You were in charge. The men could look but they couldn't touch, you were completely in control.

It's a Saturday night much like any other and the club is packed, full of customers eager to fulfill their desires. You sigh to yourself, appraising your reflection under the harsh fluorescent strip lighting in the dressing room, turning this way and that. You're wearing a black lace underwear set with intricate detail, hold-up stockings, and the highest heels that crazily enough are impossible to walk in but easy to dance in. And mostly importantly they show off your best feature, your long slender legs.

A loud wolf-whistle goes up and you turn to see your friend, Cayley, looking at you with a cheeky grin. "I would!" She chuckles.

"Yeah well, you'd fuck anybody so coming from you I won't necessarily take it as a compliment!" You tease, dodging her as she playfully swipes at you.

"You love me really!" She grins, then you watch as she delves into the cup of her silky red bra, producing a small plastic bag of white powder. "Little pick me up before you go on?"

You shake your head. "Nah, I'm good. I'm already feeling pretty confident tonight. I've finally managed to pull off that tricky pole move I've been practising for weeks. Gonna wow 'em tonight!"

"Suit yourself!" Cayley shrugs and proceeds to tap a small amount of coke on to the nearby surface, using a credit card to chop it into thin lines. "You're lucky you know. There's some good customers out there tonight, probably gonna be big tippers."

"Oh really?" You say, not really interested, leaning into the mirror to titivate your hair. All the customers are the same to you, just faceless men who you don't really see as individuals. It's easier that way. You can just go out there, perform your ass off and collect your tips without even giving them a second thought.

"Yeah... some band apparently... they played a show at the arena tonight..."

"A band?" Your interest is piqued, and you turn towards your friend, waiting for her to elaborate. Someone playing at the arena must be pretty big...

She looks back at you blankly. "Oh I don't know... you know I hate that kinda music. Mick told me the band name but I forgot. It was something weird... what was it again? Catfish something... I don't bloody know!"

Fuck...

"Catfish and the Bottlemen?" You almost squeal, your mouth going dry.

"That's it... d'ya know 'em then?"

"Yeah I fucking know 'em!" You cry, your heart starting to beat that rapidly you feel faint. "They're only like my favourite band of all time!"

You can feel a flush rising steadily up your body, your mind teetering on the edge of panic whilst you pace. You can't do it, you can't bloody do it. You'll go to pieces, probably stumble and fall.

"What's the problem?" Cayley says, as nonchalant as ever. "Hey... you might even get more than an autograph tonight, eh?"

She gives you a lascivious wink, loaded with suggestion, rolling up a ten pound note.

"Y/N! You're on in 3! Get your shit together!" Mick, your boss calls out from the doorway.

"Oh shit!" You mutter, feeling your legs start to tremble with nerves.

You suddenly shoot a hand forward, snatching the rolled up bank note from Cayley's hands. You definitely need a bit of assistance on the confidence front tonight. You dip your head down, snorting up a thin line of the coke, wiping your nose and shaking the tension out of your arms.

"You ready?" Cayley looks at you with an expectant grin.

You just nod, heart pounding, head spinning. "As I'll ever be."

A quick glance in the mirror, then you step through the door and into the short corridor that leads to the side of the stage. You can hear clapping and a few cat-calls as the last act comes to a finish and you try to steady your breathing as you see one of the other girls making her way backstage.

"It's a big crowd tonight... good luck Y/N," she smiles as she slips past you.

You're on.

You hear the opening bars of your song and take a deep breath, slowly moving forward, eyes fixed on the silver pole in front of you. You daren't look out into the crowd for fear of recognising a band member.

You reach out for the pole, wrapping your fingers around the cool metal. The steady, slow beats of the music fill your head and start to pulse through your body as you swing yourself around, coming to a stop with your back to the pole, slowly sliding down, running your free hand down over your body.

You hear a rumble of appreciation from the table to your left and glance over, smiling at the middle-aged men in suits that are sat there, keeping your eyes on them as you slide up and down the pole, moving your hips to the beat.

You're just turning to swing around the pole again when you catch sight of the table directly in front of you and your heart starts racing wildly. There's no mistaking those faces, you've been to enough shows and watched enough interview and gig footage online that you'd recognise them anywhere. Bob, Benji, Bondy... and Van.

It occurs to you how surreal all of this is. Just weeks before you were in an audience of 15,000, watching the band on stage, screaming out their lyrics at the top of your lungs. Now here they are in this comparatively tiny crowd, watching you perform. And they're certainly watching. Four pairs of eyes taking all of you in as you sway and writhe around the pole. You're in the zone now, nerves melted away, putting on the show of your life.

Your eyes lock with Van's for a long moment as you slide around the pole, coming to a rest at the foot of it with your legs splayed suggestively. A spark of satisfaction shoots through you as you see his mouth fall slightly agape and you hold his gaze as you run your hands sensually up your stockinged thighs, smiling to yourself as you watch Bondy lean in to speak to him and he can't tear his eyes away. You finally look away, rising to your feet, throwing your head back and moving your hips in time to the music, grasping the pole to twirl around it once again.

All too soon the song comes to a finish and you peel yourself away from the pole, gratified to hear the appreciation of the audience, sure you've earned yourself some decent tips and maybe a few private dances later in the evening. That's where the big money can be made. It definitely isn't your favourite part of the job, you aren't able to keep your distance from the customers, it's just you and them and although they're under strict orders not to touch you've had to fend off drunken groping hands before. Security have even been involved on more than one occasion. You know some of the girls offer 'extras' too, but that isn't your style.

You allow yourself a quick glance over at the band's table before you duck backstage, noting a pair of cool blue eyes still trained on you. You hold Van's gaze for a few seconds before you slip away.

"So... were they watching?" Cayley's waiting with an eager expression back in the dressing room.

"Yeah..." you breathe, fanning yourself with a hand. "Fucking hell Cayley they were all there. And Van, the singer was staring... like really staring. Oh my god I think I'm gonna die!"

Cayley giggles, shaking her head. "Well don't drop dead just yet! You won't get any tips that way. Go on... get out there! Work your magic!"

She starts ushering you towards the corridor which leads to the bar area and you practically stumble on your heels.

"But I've not even re-touched my make-up!" You protest.

"No need. You look bloody gorgeous! Now go... before some other lucky girl gets in there first!"

The bar area is dark and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust after the harsh lighting of the dressing room. There's lots of customers in tonight and this part of the evening involves you taking drink orders over to tables, maybe catching a customer's eye so he'll be tempted to splash out on a private performance. You scan the room, locating the table where the band are sitting, and are just starting to head over when the feel of a hand on your arm stops you in your tracks. It's Mick.

"Y/N, you have a private dance already," he grins. "You put on a hell of a show!"

Damn! You're sure that one of the other girls will end up waiting on the band's table all night if you don't take your chance now. You crane your neck to peer past Mick, just making out Bondy's hat.

"But... I was just..." you protest, but Mick cuts you off.

"No buts... come on. Booth 4. The guy was very insistent that he wanted you."

You sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that you've missed your chance, already steeling yourself at the prospect of a sleazy, middle-aged guy leering over you. "Okay, okay I'm going..."

You make your way back to the corridor you've come from, locating Booth 4 and pushing through the door. A pause, a deep breath before you grasp the thick velvety curtains which open out into the small room... only to find Van McCann sitting there, eyes a little wide with an awkward smile on his lips.

Immediately your pulse races and your nerves bristle as you walk forward, trying to show poise and confidence even though your inner fan-girl is practically having a cardiac arrest.

"Errr... alright love?" He offers, looking every bit as nervous as you feel, which surprises you somewhat. In interviews he comes across as such a self-assured person, and when he's up on stage he practically oozes confidence from every pore.

"Hi... it's errr... Van right? I... umm ... I've heard some of your songs," you stumble over your words, crossing over to the music controls as a distraction so you don't have to look directly at him.

"You're a fan?" He says in a hopeful tone, and you can hear the grin in his words without looking at him.

"No... not really..."

Crap... what are you saying? You curse yourself inwardly. You've been so preoccupied in not coming across as star-struck that you probably just sound plain rude. You scroll through the tracks on the small screen, purposefully still not looking at Van.

"Oh... oh right," he says, his tone a little flat, then he pauses. "So... what's your name?"

Now you allow yourself to look at him, using the same line you use every time someone asks you this very question. "I'm Candy... but you can call me whatever you like tonight..."

Van shifts in his seat, letting out a nervous little laugh. "That's not your real name though... is it?"

You just smile at him, taking a surreptitious deep breath to try and calm your nerves as the opening beats of the slow, sultry music start to fill the air. "Did you come here to talk... or to watch me dance?"

You can feel your confidence slowly starting to trickle back now as you step out so that you're facing Van, the routine you've performed countless times flowing through your head and into your body. It's like muscle memory.

"I... errr... I've never done this before," he suddenly blurts out, and his obvious show of nerves just bolsters your own confidence. "You know... had a private dance."

As he sits there fidgeting in his seat he looks a world away from the charismatic performer you witnessed up on the stage a few weeks previously. You place your hands on your hips and fix him with an even gaze. "Just sit back... relax... and enjoy the show."

As if on cue, the steady beat of the song changes pace, the signal to start your routine. You tip your head back, raising your hands up to run them over your body, swinging your hips, slowly sinking down on to your knees. Van watches on, seemingly mesmerised as you plant your hands on the floor and toss your head back before starting to crawl across the floor towards him, your movements sensual and feline.

"Christ..." you hear him utter under his breath as you reach him, rising up slightly to place a hand on either knee, pushing his splayed legs even further apart, your eyes flicking suggestively down to his crotch.

Your fingers travel upwards, gripping his thighs as you rise fully on to your feet until you're leaning forward on a level with him.

"Please tell me your real name," he says, his eyes locking on to yours. God, they're striking close up. You've always thought that when you've seen pictures of him online, but in person they're even more captivating.

"Why d'ya wanna know?" You purr, moving even closer, placing your hands on the back of the seat near his head, pressing your body into the space between his legs.

"I just... I just... wanna know. You're bloody gorgeous ya know..." His voice hitches a little as your body comes into contact with his, and you push into him even harder.

"I can't tell you. It's not real life in here... it's just a fantasy," you whisper into his ear as you roll your hips into him. Then you pull back slightly, maintaining his hungry gaze. "I can be your fantasy tonight..."

You're on a roll now, feeling energised by the desire in his eyes, enjoying this far more than you probably should. You grab on to the collar of his shirt, bringing your face close to his, so close your lips almost brush.

You wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. His lips look full and soft, parted just a little as he looks on in awe. His tongue flicks out to lick his lower lip as you sway in front of him. Of course you'd never dream of kissing a customer... until now.

"I know I don't even know you but I'd love to kiss you right now," he breathes as if reading your thoughts. As he speaks his fingers curl around your hips.

You pull away instantly, placing your hands over his and sliding them back on to his lap. "Nuh-uh, that's not how this works. You can look but you can't touch."

"It's like bloody torture!" He complains, his eyes slipping down to roam over your body where his fingers are forbidden to go.

You step slightly away to allow him to appraise you further, running your hands seductively over your frame once again. "Sorry but those are the rules..."

A cheeky grin appears on his face as you step back close to him, this time planting your knees on either side of his upper thighs on the seat, coming to a rest fully straddling his lap. "Can't we like... just bend the rules... just for tonight?"

"Sorry Van..." you smile down on him, satisfied when you feel his body shudder a little as you press yourself flush against him.

You wouldn't normally get quite so close but you're feeling a little reckless, spurned on by his obvious enjoyment and your attraction to him. As you roll your hips against his and he lets out a small groan your mind starts to wander. Maybe just this once...

No! Pull yourself together Y/N! You don't even know this guy! You met like five minutes ago!

You lean right in, your lips grazing his neck and you can hear his breathing getting deeper and more erratic. God, being this close to him is making you lose your inhibitions. Your hips are undulating at an escalating pace almost like they're moving of their own accord.

"Fuck..." Van moans, hips twitching beneath you. He's definitely fully aroused now, you can feel it with increasing certainty as you feel his stiffness through his jeans.

This only makes you drive your hips even harder, moving in purposeful waves, the friction on your own body making you gasp as shivers of pleasure start to radiate through you from your core.

All of a sudden you feel Van's hands on your hips again and his grip is harsh this time, fingers clutching at you, bringing you to a standstill.

“You gotta stop!" He says urgently, his voice a strangled kind of groan.

You quickly lean away from him, slightly concerned and you're taken aback. His face is flushed and his eyes are glazed over with lust, he's even got beads of perspiration on his forehead where his hair's pushed back. Despite his obvious excitement his expression is uncomfortable. Have you gone too far? Your customers are usually left begging for more, not pleading with you to stop.

"I'm sorry!" You blurt out, and by some timely coincidence the music starts to slow and fade out, prompting you to rise up off the seat and move back.

Van's hands fall into his lap and he squirms in his seat, looking down before he raises his gaze to you. "Don't apologise... please... it's just... errr... shit!" He looks away again, screwing his face up, then you watch as a small grin emerges, slowly spreading. "Thought I was gonna lose control there for a moment... if ya know what I mean!"

Realisation floods you. "Oh! Oh right! Don't worry about that!" You reassure him, wanting to giggle but not really sure whether that's appropriate.

"Sure you're used to that though, eh? That was really something."

His smile is wide now, mischievous, and you find you're smiling too. You can't help it. You've just made Van McCann nearly blow his load AND he's fully dressed. Your inner fan-girl is practically doing a victory lap.

"Yeah... I mean no... not really... I mean... oh god I don't know what I mean. You've embarrassed me now!" Without your dance routine to hide behind you're a bundle of nerves, all of a sudden faced with one of your idols, blushing furiously.

Van stands, awkwardly adjusting his clothing which makes you both laugh, and he's got a hopeful look in his eyes. "So... since we're... errr... a little better acquainted now do I get to know your real name?"

You hesitate, hearing Mick's words in your head.

Never, and I mean NEVER, give out your real name or any other personal details. You do not want any crazies tracking you down at home, believe me!

But he's not a crazy. He's Van FUCKING McCann for god's sake. And he wants to know your name. He likes YOU. The realisation sets off a spark inside you that floods your whole body, conjuring up thoughts which you probably have no business thinking. I mean he's only asked for your name, not your phone number.

You're aware that you're grinning like an idiot nevertheless, just about to open your mouth to speak when there's a sharp rap at the door and Mick's voice booms out. "Next dance, Booth 6... five minutes!"

Disappointment sinks in you and you're not the only one. Van's face visibly falls before he plasters a smile back on. "Damn! I should have just booked you for the whole evening I guess!"

"I'm sure you have much better things to spend your money on!" You giggle, a little shyly, then you throw caution to the wind, stretching out a hand to him. "I'm Y/N by the way."

Van's smile makes your belly flip as he reaches for your hand, and instead of shaking it he raises it to his lips and plants a small kiss there.

"It was really good to meet ya," he grins, and then he hesitates like he's about to say something, but Mick's at the door again, calling to you, and he looks down.

"I'd better let you go then," he says, edging closer to the exit. "Let that other lucky fella spend some time with you now."

A mild panic shoots through you as you realise that Van probably thinks that you give other customers the same intimate treatment he's had and you don't want him to think that. But then as you watch him duck through the door you immediately dismiss the notion that he might be bothered about you in that way. I mean, why would he be? He was just after a quick thrill tonight and you delivered it. End of story. You watch him go.

Your next dance is for a balding, overweight guy who’s easily old enough to be your dad. Your heart sinks as his eyes trail over your frame as you enter the booth and you detect the cloying smell of body odour as you move closer. You force a sweet smile as he asks your name and you repeat your usual line.

"Mmm... Candy... you're so sweet baby," he coos, his hands raking up and down his thighs.

You take a deep breath, hiding a shudder, before you start to perform your usual dance with much less enthusiasm than you did for Van, keeping a small but definite gap between your bodies as you gyrate in front of him. Something's changed. Usually you can clear your mind, performing your routine flawlessly, feigning a seductiveness which drives your customers wild. They'll be so caught up in their little fantasy that you're hot for them when the reality is that your mind is actually focusing on something completely mundane like running through chores that you need to do or what you're going to cook for dinner the next day. Now all you can think of is how you'd rather be anywhere else than here. You feel suffocated.

"C'mere Candy baby," the guy drawls, and as he speaks you feel his fingers grasp hold of your hips, trying to pull you down on to his lap.

You immediately go to push his hands away, but he's surprisingly strong and he's not backing down, he just grips you tighter.

"No touching, you know the rules!" You cry, trying in vain to prise his fingers away.

This isn't the first time this has happened and you know it certainly won't be the last, and just that thought alone fills you with a kind of despair. All of a sudden you don't feel desired and powerful, you just feel tired and degraded and more importantly really pissed of. And not just pissed off. Fucking livid actually.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" You yell with vigour, surprising yourself and the sleazy man, but he doesn't back down, further taking liberties, one of his hands sliding between your legs.

That's it!

Your knee connects with the man's groin and it's hard enough that his face contorts and his body folds as he cries out, cursing you loudly. You reward his insults with a slap across his face, delivered with force. Then before he has chance to recover from the shock of your retaliation, you hastily make for the exit, pushing through the velvet drapes and flinging the door open. You barrel through the door with so much impetus that you slam straight into another figure in the corridor. It's your boss, Mick.

"Bloody hell Y/N! Look where yer going! Hey... aren't you supposed to be dancing?"

"I've had enough Mick!" You cry. "I'm going!"

Mick looks shocked and annoyed. "But your shift's not over yet. We've got a list of punters wanting a private dance after your performance. You can't just walk out!"

"Watch me!"

At that moment the door of Booth 6 swings open to reveal the guy from earlier, red-faced and fuming, one hand holding his injured groin and the other pointing at you accusingly. You know Mick won't give him the time of day. Customers not obeying the rules do so at their own risk, but you don't wait to see what ensues. You're already storming down the corridor, making for the dressing room.

"Y/N! What's up? You look upset!" Cayley comes rushing over with concern, thrusting a glass of what looks like vodka at you. "Here, have a drink!"

You don't accept it although you'd like nothing more than to knock it back. You just want to get out.

"I quit!" You shout out loud enough to carry across the whole dressing room, and this causes a few of the girls to look up, but the majority look disinterested. In this line of work it's not unusual for girls to come and go.

Cayley tries to talk you around but you've made up your mind. You grab your bag of clothes, not even bothering to get dressed and slipping into your faux fur coat. Then you're making for the corridor and the exit of the venue, leaving behind the dark, sweaty atmosphere and pushing through into the cold winter's night.

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omg all this talk about vans dick reminded me of this post from 2013…

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