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Skin to Skin (Dad Van)

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No warnings just fluff for my Valentine’s countdown // Feeding your baby daughter for the first time 💗

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You'd never understood the concept of crying tears of happiness until now. Sweat-soaked and exhausted, your voice hoarse and dry and your muscles strained and weary, you gently cradled the precious and wondrously beautiful new life that was your baby daughter and you sobbed as you watched her through glassy eyes full of tears.

"She's perfect babe, just perfect. I can't believe it. You did so good... I can't believe that she's ours..."

Van's voice is tight and shaky as he loses the fight to hold back his own tears, wiping them away with the cuff of his shirt sleeve as they track down his cheeks. You wrench your eyes away from your perfect little miracle to look up at him, so much love flowing between you at that moment as you soak up the realisation that you're parents now, no longer just a couple but a family.

"She's beautiful Van. Just look at her. Look at her little nose... and lips... and fingers. Everything's so tiny! I think she has your features, she definitely has your eyes. I think she looks like you already."

You both look down again at the little bundle, all swaddled up in a blanket, big expressive eyes wide open and gazing up at you and it hits you then. This is just the beginning.

You'd thought the birth was the hard part but the visceral pain of labour had already started to dull the moment the midwife had checked over and weighed your daughter and placed her in your arms. The hard parts are up ahead, the sleepless nights and the new-mum worries, the realisation that not only have you both created a little human being but now you have to take care of her for the rest of your lives overwhelming you.

"Nah, she's too beautiful to look like me, she's gorgeous, just like her mummy. I'm so proud of you Y/N, you were amazing. I'm in absolute awe of you love."

His eyes glow with adoration as he looks between you both, slipping an arm around your shoulder as he snuggles in even closer to you on the hospital bed.

"I couldn't have done it without you," you tell him, resting your head his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too... so much," he mumbles into your hair, planting a soft kiss there before he turns his attention back to his little girl, leaning right over her, a fingertip gently running over the apple of her rosy cheek. "Hey there baby girl, I've been waiting so long to meet you... and here you are, more beautiful than I ever could've imagined."

She makes a soft gurgling cooing noise, stretching out a tiny arm, her hand coming to rest on Van's finger. He lets out a delighted chuckle as her small but perfectly formed fingers wrap around his fingertip.

"Look at that! Look at that Y/N! Hey sweetheart, I'm your daddy. I love you so much, me and your mummy love you more than anything. You wouldn't believe."

His voice cracks again as he fights back a fresh round of tears, fascinated and awed by this new life that you've both been blessed with. She blinks up at Van through her long lashes, squirming in your arms, turning her head towards his finger, tiny lips seeking as a small whimper arises.

"I think maybe she's hungry already," you observe. "She definitely takes after you! Are you hungry my little one?"

You shift on the bed, drawing down your nightdress and unclipping your maternity bra, uncertainty taking over as you awkwardly try to manoeuvre your daughter into the position you'd been shown in your ante-natal sessions.

"Are you okay? What can I do? Do ya want a pillow? Here... have one to prop up your arm," Van offers, fussing around you, concern in his eyes as he takes in your worried expression. "Can ya manage? Are ya comfy like that? Shall I get the midwife back?"

"No, no... just let me try," you insist. "It can't be that hard."

Surely it should be the most natural thing in the world? The female human body is literally designed to birth a child and feed and nurture it, but even so your head is full of countless stories you've read on baby blogs online about breast-feeding struggles. Your little girl latches on hungrily but then quickly pulls away, her whimpers growing stronger, her small fingers pawing at your skin.

"Shit... this is harder than it looks," you curse nervously, gathering your baby up in your arms to try switching sides, groans of frustration bursting from you as you struggle to get your positioning right. "Something's wrong, I'm not doing it right. I just can't seem to get it right!"

Your eyes flick up to meet Van's anxious expression but then quickly back down, not wanting him to see the hot tears that are brimming in your eyes. Tears of tiredness and worry and frustration this time.

"You're doing great babe, really... you are. We could just give her a bottle though... just this once... I'm sure it'd be fine..."

"No!" You cut him off bluntly, your voice coming sharper and with more force that you intend. His eyes widen and his face creases and you soften then, quickly checking yourself. "I didn't mean to snap," you explain. "You know I want to do this myself, it's really important to me. I just need a bit of time to get it right... that's all."

"Okay... okay... I just want to do as much as I can. I'm sure you'll be feeding her like a pro in no time though! You can do anything that you set your mind to... you'll see... you always do."

Van grins a warm encouragement, one hand gently stroking at the downy hair on your baby's head, the other smoothing down over your back. You both watch as her tiny lips latch on again, a surprisingly strong suction this time that makes you gasp. You look up at Van, a huge smile of triumph breaking out.

"She's doing it... she's actually doing it!" You whisper, excitedly but quietly lest you break the spell. Van looks back at you with pride and reverence in his eyes, shaking his head slightly like he still can't quite believe that the last tough ten hours of labour since you arrived at the hospital have just taken place.

He leans even closer, peering in wonder as he takes in the scene. "Just look at you both like that... look at her go! She's proper guzzling! S'fuckin' amazing innit?"

"Shh... no swearing, remember?" You gently scold him with a smirk. "Don't want her growing up foul-mouthed like her Daddy!" You're only joking and he knows it, breathing a quiet 'sorry love' in between a whispered laugh.

You're both silent then for a long moment, you leaning into Van's warm embrace, your daughter contentedly suckling at your body's wonderful nourishment, a picture perfect scene that you know will be imprinted in your memories forever.

"How's it feel anyway?" Van breaks the silence eventually, folding the neckline of your nightdress carefully back where it's fallen over your daughter's face.

"It's just... weird... feels weird... kinda strange..." You pause, searching for the right words, quickly adding "in a good way though... a really good way. It feels bloody amazing actually. I can't believe I'm actually doing it. I'm actually feeding our baby Van... our daughter... our little girl. Can you believe it?"

You break off into a delighted giggle, only distracted when the sensation of your baby suckling changes, looking down to see her tiny jaw slacken as her lips purse and pucker as she pulls away. A small trickle of milk pools in the corner of her mouth which you quickly wipe away with a muslin cloth.

"Oh my god look at her!" You laugh, watching her eyelids fluttering as she blinks up at you sleepily, looking almost dazed. "That's the exact same look you get when you've had too much to drink!"

"Milk-drunk!" Van sniggers, lifting his arm away from your shoulder as he shifts on the bed. "Must be good stuff! Not surprising really... considering where it's come from!"

You laugh, nudging him with your elbow lightly, then you set about propping your baby up on your lap, gently rubbing soothing circles on her back which elicits a tiny burp, smiling to yourself that you've already overcome such an important first milestone of motherhood.

You're so caught up on making gooey eyes at your daughter that you don't realise what Van's doing, but detecting movement out the corner of your eye prompts you to look around. To your surprise and puzzlement, Van's sitting there propped up against the headboard of the hospital bed unbuttoning his shirt. The first four buttons are already undone and he's starting on the fifth when you speak, stilling him momentarily.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"It's my turn now, c'mon pass her over," he smiles, popping open the last button and holding out his arms, his shirt falling open to reveal his bare chest.

You just stare at him, completely befuddled, wondering whether maybe he's been sneakily siphoning off some of the gas and air whilst your back's been turned. "C'mon," he urges. "Ya can't keep her all to yourself! I'm desperate to hold her!"

"Sure... sure..." you mumble, gathering up your precious little bundle and getting gingerly to your feet, wincing slightly as you shuffle over to Van. You stop, hovering over him whilst he looks at you expectantly, bursting with eagerness. "What's with stripping off though? I'm not being funny, but you haven't exactly got... the right equipment!"

He grins, shaking his head. "Course not love, but I'm just thinking about what the midwife said... you know, in the ante-natal classes. About how dads could get involved? Skin to skin or summat... s'posed to be a good way to bond."

"Oh... so you were listening then?" You tease good-naturedly, recalling all the daft jokes Van used to relentlessly crack during the sessions, no doubt a cover for the nervousness he'd never admit at the prospect of becoming a dad.

You can see it now, the slight tremble in his hands as you place your baby carefully in his outstretched arms, the gentle way he supports her head and tiny body like she's made of the finest china and he's frightened that she might break.

"Oh wow, she's so tiny... she's as light as a feather. And so, so beautiful... just perfect. How did we create something so perfect, eh?"

You hear him suck in a shaky breath which he blows out quickly, leaning back against the headboard and bringing his daughter closer to his body. He lifts her carefully and positions her so she's pressed flush to his chest, then he begins to untuck the blanket that's swaddled around her, delicately pulling it free.

"Look at you... all wrapped up like a little burrito!" He chuckles. "C'mon sweetheart, come and lie on daddy. Gonna take good care of you... you and your mum. I love you both so much."

He dips his head down to plant a small kiss on your baby's head and she makes a contented cooing sound, nuzzling into his bare chest. He's cradling her with one hand, the other stroking soft, soothing circles on her back. You feel your heart swell with emotion watching the two of them together, your precious little girl so serene and comforted, the way Van looks down at her so dotingly and protective.

"Thank you Y/N," he murmurs, voice a little choked as he looks up, meeting your eyes which again are brimming with tears of emotion, his own looking glossy too.

"For what?"

He smiles, warm and genuine. "For making me so happy. Don't think I've ever felt this happy before... ever."

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[your-divine-ribs]

Valentine’s Day (Dad Van)

Valentine’s Day with Dad Van 💗

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💗 Van's always said he hates the commercial side of Valentine's Day and you do too, but that doesn't mean that you don't secretly want him to spoil you.

💗 You have a sneaky plan to drop major hints around your daughter Grace who has a habit of feeding everything that she hears back to her dad.

💗 "Mummy likes peonies the best Daddy... big red ones... and tulips too... but they've got to be pink or white..."

💗 You smile to yourself as you hear Van asking her to use her 'quiet' voice whilst you're in the kitchen next door. It's not working... you could probably hear her if you were halfway down the street.

💗 "She likes chocolate too... any type of chocolate... she's not fussy about that!"

💗 "Shh Gracie!" Van urges back. "We don't want Mummy finding out beforehand do we? We gotta keep it a secret!"

💗 "But Mummy always says we shouldn't keep secrets from each other!"

💗 "Mummy's right but this is different angel," Van explains patiently. "Some secrets are good secrets... when you're doing something nice for someone and you want it to be a surprise... it's okay then."

💗 It's quiet for a moment and you can picture the thoughtful look on your daughter's face as what Van's told her sinks in.

💗 When she does speak again she is actually whispering this time and you have to press your ear against the door to listen... you know you really shouldn't but you can't help it... you love to hear their Daddy/daughter chats.

💗 "I've got a secret too," she giggles secretively. "I have a boyfriend... at school!"

💗 "A... a boyfriend?" Van splutters and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop the loud laugh that nearly bursts forth that would give away your eavesdropping. "Bit young for that ain't ya?"

💗 Grace has already filled you in on the 'big fat crush' she has on one on her class-mates, Robbie, but she's not told her dad yet whose protective streak goes into overdrive around his daughter.

💗 Grace is all coy giggles as she confides in her dad. "Well he's not my boyfriend yet... but I want him to be. Can you help me? I want to do something nice for Valentines and Mummy says you're dead romantic!"

💗 "Oh, she does, does she?" You can actually hear the smugness in your husband's voice.

💗 Without warning the door's suddenly opening and you're stumbling forwards, driven by the momentum of leaning against it.

💗 "Ahhh!" You gasp, lurching over the threshold, your fall broken by a pair of strong hands as Van catches you.

💗 "You weren't snooping by any chance were ya love?" He smirks at your glowing cheeks as you right yourself, flustered but trying to hide it.

💗 "No I wasn't!" You cry out rather unconvincingly as Van and Grace look at each other, sniggering. "I was just... errr... I was just coming to ask if you wanted a cuppa actually."

💗 Van and Grace spend the rest of the afternoon sitting cross-legged and hunched over together on the living room floor, Van with his acoustic guitar in his lap and Grace with her little pink sparkly notebook and matching pen.

💗 There's plenty of tinkling laughter from Grace and chuckles from Van, cries of "No that sounds silly Daddy, that doesn't even rhyme!" and "That's class that is Gracie, you're a natural!"

💗 "What're you two up to then?" You ask, intrigued, peering over Grace's shoulder to try and decipher her messy scrawl in the notebook. "Looks like fun."

💗 "It's nothing!" She blurts quickly, snatching the notebook up and swiftly closing it, hugging it closely to her chest.

💗 "Doesn't look like nothing to me," you say, full of curiosity. "C'mon, tell me. What is it?"

💗 Van nudges Grace gently with his elbow and they share a knowing look. "I reckon Mummy's being nosey again, what d'ya think, eh?"

💗 "Yeah... and we can't tell her because it's a secret!" She purposefully exaggerates the last word, a huge mischievous grin stretching wide across her face. She really is the spitting image of her dad sometimes. They're like two peas in a pod.

💗 "You'll find out soon enough love," Van adds mysteriously and you look between them both, taking in Van's tight-lipped smirk and the sparkle of excitement in Grace's eyes. There's no way you're going to find out what they're cooking up between them.

💗 "You'd better not be up to no good!" You laugh, backing away to leave them to it.

💗 Van presses a hand to his chest, speaking with an exaggerated innocence that doesn't match his cheeky expression. "Us? Up to no good? Never!"

💗 The next few days leading up to Valentine's Day you have to endure plenty of hushed whispers whenever you walk into a room that Van and Grace are occupying, their sneaky collusions mounting the closer you get.

💗 On the day you awaken to the sensation of a pair of soft lips peppering gentle kisses all over the exposed skin of your shoulder. You hum in appreciation, pushing your body back against the length of Van's, your bare feet tangling together.

💗 "Morning beautiful," he greets you, hands sliding around your waist and nudging under the hem of your pyjama top. "D'ya know what day it is?"

💗 "Hmm... morning," you reply, practically purring as you feel him moving your hair to one side, his lips brushing the delicate skin of your neck. "It's... Wednesday isn't it?"

💗 "Yeah it's Wednesday... but it's a special Wednesday," he murmurs in between kisses. "D'ya know why?"

💗 "Nuh-uh..." You decide to play dumb, enjoying the attention he's lavishing on you too much, taking full advantage. "I am still half asleep though... maybe a few more kisses will wake me up..."

💗 Van needs little encouragement, a hand curling around your shoulder to pull your body down so you're flat on your back and he's hovering over you. "Now that's a service I can certainly provide!"

💗 You lie back, feigning sleepiness whilst Van kisses your forehead, your cheeks and the tip of your nose before scattering tiny kisses all down your jaw. "You awake yet love?"

💗 "Nah... not yet... still sleepy... keep going!"

💗 His hair tickles your skin whilst he nuzzles into the hollow of the base of your neck and you let out a contented sigh, your body relaxing into the mattress.

💗 "Maybe this'll wake ya up..."

💗 Why is he so good at this? You can feel your toes curl involuntarily as he sucks gently at your pulse point... you have to stifle a moan.

💗 "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! It's the day! It's here!"

💗 Van leaps a foot into the air away from you in shock. The excited cry is followed by the sound of tiny feet drumming on the floor before your bedroom door flies open, crashing back on its hinges.

💗 Grace is carrying the biggest bunch of flowers, all your favourites, lush deep red peonies and delicate white tulips, all hand-tied and finished off with a silk bow. They're so big she's practically obscured by the petals.

💗 "Happy Love Day!" She announces proudly, grinning at you, thrusting the flowers towards you.

💗 "Oh wow! Thank you sweetheart," you beam as you take them from her, then you turn to Van. "They're beautiful, thank you... but I didn't think we were doing gifts this year?"

💗 Of course despite your words you've already thought of Van, a bottle of his favourite cologne stashed away in your drawer and some racy lingerie you intend to keep for later on tonight...

💗 "Ahh that's only a little something," he grins. "Wait till we get to the main event!" Him and Grace exchange looks before he's rising up off the bed and him and Grace are rushing out of the room, whispering conspiratorially to each other.

💗 They return just moments later, Van with his acoustic guitar and Grace with her notebook, settling themselves down on the end of the bed.

💗 "Let me go first!" Grace says excitedly, thumbing through her notebook and clearing her throat like she's just about to give an important speech.

💗 "I do love you Mummy, but this isn't for you... this for Robbie." You and Van exchange smiles full of quiet amusement at her serious tone then back to her she starts to read out a wonderful poem. It's full of declarations of love and how it makes her feel all warm and fluffy inside.

💗 You can definitely hear Van's influence even though Grace insists that it's all her own work. You're pretty sure not many 6 year olds would slip the word 'acquiesce' into a poem unprompted though.

💗 "That's amazing!" You enthuse as she comes to an end, giving a little bow as you and Van both applaud her. "I'm sure Robbie's going to fall madly and desperately in love with you after hearing that!"

💗 "Just like you and Daddy," she smiles, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "He says he got you to fall in love with him by writing you a song."

💗 "Talking of which..." Van's grins widely as he starts to strum, keeping his eyes fixed right on you as he begins to sing an unfamiliar tune.

💗 You've been together for years but his voice still gives you goosebumps, especially when he looks at you like that, with all that love and adoration in his eyes.

💗 Grace joins in on the chorus and you can't hold back the pearly tears that brim in your eyes and overspill down your cheeks. You can hear that your daughter's definitely put her creative stamp on their little project.

💗 The melody is sweet and simple and the words are touching and heartfelt and the fact that they wrote it together just for you makes your heart swell with emotion.

💗 There's no for need showy words or fancy metaphors to get the message across, it's quite simple and abundantly clear... they love you... and just like once before all those years ago you can feel yourself falling in love all over again.

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

van mccann x singer reader pls!

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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.

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[pacifymebby]

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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[storiesbyrhi]

Welcome to Hellfire Club...

Hello!

For those that have been here before, either through my Van McCann fanfics (@storiesaboutvan) or my Bucky Barnes blog (@buckyreaderrecs), welcome back. I've missed you.

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[meekahy]

Christmas

This was loosely based on my Thankgiving omg

ANYWAYS HERE'S VAN MCCANN

It was the holidays. Twinkling lights were everywhere, Christmas music was playing, and people were rushing around to get last-minute gifts.

You were rushing around your kitchen making the last of your Christmas dinner. Your family insisted that you were hosting for Christmas at your place, which stressed you out immensely. Van ran around the house to ensure everything was clean and the table was ready for food. He walked into the kitchen and came and rested his hands on your hips from behind while you plated the mashed potatoes. 

“How’s it going, love?” Van whispered into your ear.

“I’m almost done,” you glanced at the clock on the stove, “They should be here any minute.”

Van hummed in response as the doorbell rang, “I’ll get that.” And he was off to the door, leaving you to rush back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room table putting food on the table. You could hear Van charming your family with his lovable personality.

You turned around to find the voices you were listening to. You smiled as your parents walked towards you. 

“Hey, mom!” you exclaimed as she hugged you.

“Where’s my hug?” your dad questioned you. You peeled yourself away from your mom and hugged your dad. He chuckled loudly as he patted your back. 

As he released you, you caught your sister’s eyes. You squealed as you ran over to her in a bone-crushing hug. You both got along very well. Your brother stood beside you guys waiting for a hug. You turned your attention to your brother as you hugged him as well.

Once everyone received a hug, you ushered everyone into the dining room so you all could eat.

You sat next to Van and he reached a hand over to your thigh and squeezed lovingly. You smiled at him and he back at you.

The conversation was light and easy-going. Everyone was having a good time. They complemented you on your cooking. They asked Van about how his music and tours have been. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

After you finished your first plate of food, you started to reach for more.

“Haven’t you eaten enough?” Your father chuckled as he was eating another plate of food. Everyone else was having seconds too.

“Oh, um I’m still hungry,” you replied dryly. Your eyes only stayed on your plate. You felt Van’s hand squeeze your leg not knowing what to say. You sighed and shifted in your seat.

“You probably don’t need another plate,” he continued.

You tried to shift the conversation before your dad could say more about your weight and asked your mom how she was doing at work. She looked you in the eyes and started a conversation with your dad; ignoring you completely. Any time you wanted to say something, your mom would loudly say something else and start new conversations or blantally ignore you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you quickly put your napkin down and excused yourself from the table. You quickly walked outside for some fresh air. Van followed you out after a few minutes.

“I told your parents off. You told them they couldn’t treat you that way. Said they could finish eating and then leave,” he casually mentioned to you as he lit a cigarette.

“You did?” you asked dumbfounded, “How did they react?”

Van sighed, “Your parents were surprisingly silent. Weird, right? And your siblings kinda just laughed.”

You groaned and laid your forehead against the wall. Van came over and started to rub your back.

After a quick drag of the cigarette, he said, “It’ll be okay, I promise. I couldn’t let them treat you like that. Besides, you don’t have to see them again if that’s what you wanted, love.”

You picked up your head from the wall and turned to him and said, “You’re right. Let’s talk about that later though.” Van nodded and finished his cigarette. He pulled you with him back into the house. 

Your parents were putting their coats on to leave and ignored you both as you walked in. They left without a word.

Your siblings were cackling in the dining room as they still ate. As you entered the room, your brother was reaching for thirds.

“Van, that was awesome how you stood up to our parents that way,” your brother mumbled as he chewed on some meat.

Your sister agreed, “Someone had to.” She smiled up at you and Van.

You all chatted for a while before you started clearing the table. Bringing the dirty plates to the sink, you rinse them off before putting them into the dishwasher. Your sister put all the leftovers in containers and put them in the fridge.

Your siblings were full and happy as they said goodbye to you and Van. Once they left, you heavily sighed as Van brought you in for a hug. 

You broke the hug after a few minutes. Staring up at him you muttered, “What a shit show.”

Van chuckled, “The time with your siblings was class.”

Laughing you replied sarcastically, “Oh yeah, my parents were fun to be around too.”

Before he could respond, you said throwing your hands in the air, “I can’t believe my dad said that! It’s not like I’m fat or anything. I may be curvy, but I don’t think I’m fat. Even if I was, he shouldn’t have been like that!”

Van gave you an apologetic look, “No, you’re not fat at all. Besides, I like the curves you have, love,” he stated as his hands rubbed your hips. He continued, “I love you just the way you are. No one, not even your parents, can change my mind. Plus, I won’t ignore you. You know I LOVE listening to you talk.” He smirked down at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well, I appreciate you, and I love you so much Van. I-,” You were cut off by Van placing a delicate kiss to your lips. You pulled him closer by his neck, deepening the kiss. In his embrace, all the negative feelings faded away.

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[okayohay]

A note.

I would like to thank you all for your endless support of TOLBINY, Closer and Edgy. I have updates coming and am looking forward to a fall and winter where I can re-immerse myself into these stories, re-edit what’s been posted and hopefully share them with more readers. I apologize for my coming and going, but in truth, my life has been debilitating and exhausting. I am all consumed with my job and business and although I am passionate about those things, the heaviness I am feeling has currently been extremely difficult to process. I turn to writing in these times and typically create more content as writing is therapeutic to me and grounds me, but I also hate these moments because of the emptiness in my soul.

Your comments and DMs on Wattpad as well as messages and asks here keep me going and make me more happy than you know. I’ve always loved writing and I love fan fiction, but you all make me feel like I’m doing something right, and right now, that’s a rare thing in my life. Your support and kind comments have literally meant more than I can put into words, push me to write more and I am eternally grateful for any of you who read my words and reach out, like chaps, or just simply come back for more. Thank you for bringing a light to this otherwise dark part of my life. I’m sorry I’ve been in and out, but appreciate you sticking around.

Read my Closer update below if you’re a Fender fan. More Van McCann fics coming soon because I know we all miss him.

Thank you for everything. Mad love. X

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[vanmccannyoudome]

#1

It had been a while. A while since she had been to a gig, strangers swaying against you in the crowd, the air damp. A while since she’d seen him, floppy brown hair and infectious smile. A while since he’d touched her, gentle yet burning as his fingers trailed across her skin. He’d been away, album promo and an arena tour, taking him around the world. Tonight was his first night back in the country in months. Her stomach had erupted in butterflies when the short text came asking her to come to the gig, and when her backstage pass was dropped off to her house by a guy in a beat-up van with an unkempt beard.

There he was on stage, surrounded by his bandmates in front of thousands of people. A sold-out arena. Dressed simply in black jeans, Chelsea boots and a black shirt, with the first few buttons left undone at the top. So completely at home performing. The songs, guitar and drum heavy belted out of the speakers, inciting the crowd to bounce. He crooned the lyrics, his voice lowering intimately and straining to belt out the fast-paced choruses. His voice wove lyrical stories, casting a spell on everyone, but most of all on her. She could swear he was trying to enchant her. His guitar was nestled between his arms and against his hips and she hadn’t realised it was possible to be jealous of an instrument.

The frantic music and flashing lights came to a halt, and the band moved backstage leaving only him and his acoustic guitar. The song was low, slow. His fingers danced across the strings and his voice dipped and curled around the notes. This was her favourite song. Written about another girl, of course, long before they’d ever met. The lyrics were so intimate, so gentle and showed a different side to him than she’d seen before. This showed him completely, irrationally in love with someone. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he sang, soaking up the echo of the fans singing his lyrics back at him. He squinted as he looked off to one side of the front of the crowd. Sure it was a coincidence that it was the side she stood; she didn’t allow herself to hope he was looking for her.

When they had met, it was clear he wanted a good time, some fun and laughs and nothing to stress about while he went off to live his rock and roll lifestyle. They had fun, lots of it. Drinks in quiet, back-alley bars followed by evenings in his place, or hers. A day or two here and there when he had free time or when she did. FaceTime calls late at night full of flirty banter, discussions about life, politics, music. But there had never been any promise of anything more, and she had never asked for anything more. Or rather, had never dared to ask.

Something about their connection, the distance and time apart, and this intimate song made her heart flutter as his eyes kept wandering back to that side of the crowd. If he was trying to catch sight of her, his chances were hindered largely by the bright stage spotlight and her petite frame in the vast crowd. The song came to an end, punctuated by a discreet smile, one familiar to her. She had seen it the night he first asked to take her home, as she sipped on her drink and her heart pounded. She had seen it on FaceTime when their conversation dissolved into comfortable silence laden with tension. She had seen it as they laid tangled up in his sheets, early morning sun spilling over his face as he twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers. This song was now dedicated to her, his smile confirmed it.

The band came bounding back on stage, playing some of their most popular songs, the music crashing and the crowd going crazy. She followed the instructions he had left her in their text conversation. Find this door, see this person, show them your pass. The look she received from the security guard who led her through backstage conveyed his thoughts with abundant clarity. She was one woman in a long line of women led along the same path. How many artists, bands had paraded women through here for a quick shag, a night of fun. She tried to take that look with a pinch of salt knowing full well they were just having fun, yet knowing full well she was not just a quick fuck. Had he brought other women back recently? Since they’d met? She shook that thought off.

The corridors were long, vibrating to the music coming from the stage. The security guard opened a door, and the sound was once again deafening. Surrounded by equipment, wires, people, she stood in a spot in the corner that she was directed to. Her heart pounding, knowing he was coming offstage soon. Nerves, anticipation, excitement flooded through her, causing tremors to run through her. She leaned against a large equipment box, only for it to move under her weight. Several people saw her almost fall and shot her irritated looks. She kept her stare firmly on the ground as her cheeks blazed crimson. A familiar guitar riff rang through the air, signalling the song and the set were almost over. Fuck. The sound of cheers rang through the arena. No drums, no guitars, no beautiful voice. Just the crowd.

Loud laughter and laboured breathing neared. She peeked up through her lashes as she saw a slender figure deposit a guitar in a stand. Goosebumps. Her hair stood on end; her heart was pounding again. She met his eye as he stood in front of her, blue eyes blazing, skin glowing, brown hair soaking wet and flopping over his brows. Stomach flipping, she subconsciously held her hand in front of her, not sure what to do. She was right there in front of him, a sight for sore eyes. Having craved her touch, even just needed to see the contours of her face in person for so long, he didn’t want to wait. And he crashed into her. Hands gripping her hips and lips colliding with hers. He pulled her closer until there was no space between them, kissing her roughly.

She giggled ‘Hey, V- ‘

‘Shh’ He interrupted brusquely, then deepening the kiss.

She melted into his hold, her feet feeling as though they were no longer on the ground. She kissed him back, allowing his tongue to battle with hers. She inhaled his scent of cigarette smoke and musk, feeling intoxicated. And Jesus, he didn’t know if it was just the adrenaline, but he could swear he had never enjoyed holding someone, kissing someone this much before.

‘Van- ‘She began, pulling away as she began to remember her surroundings, the people around her who were strangers.

‘Shh’ He cut in again, mumbling against her lips. His hands ran from her elbows to meet her hands, interlocking tightly. ‘Just kiss me’.

And who was she to argue? That’s all she wanted too in that moment. Then he was pushing her backwards, guiding her with his legs on either side of hers, hands and lips still locked. She giggled against his lips in between kisses. Her back was against a door while he reached around to push the handle. They were plunged into the icy night air, a shock after the hot, damp air inside. His free hand dropped down to her waist, then lower to the hem of her dress. Her spare hand grabbed his soaked, sweaty hair in anticipation. Her thigh burning where his calloused fingers roughly stroked.

They were in a quiet corner outside, lit by a bright white light on the brick wall above them. He backed her against the wall, breaking their kiss to move his lips to her neck. She held her soft groans in, between her legs throbbing almost painfully. He bit the most sensitive spots, the places he had spent a lot of time finding, sucking and then licking to soothe when it smarted. Her breathing grew heavier as his fingers ducked inside her dress and up her thigh. She was hyper aware of him and his presence, only vaguely aware that anybody could come outside and see what they were doing.

The fingers that had tenderly strummed his guitar earlier moved her underwear to the side with such swiftness she wasn’t ready for the contact. She gripped his hand tighter as he stroked her over her most intimate area, nudging her legs apart. He was focused on refamiliarizing himself with her, her sensitive spots. It had been so long since he had seen her, touched her that he was worried he’d forgotten how to make her tick. He needn’t have worried, if her tight grip on his hair and hand, and heavy breathing was any indication. They’d just had so much practice; he’d replayed all those moments over and over in his head until it was impossible to forget. And as he stroked her in all the right places, he could feel himself desperate for more, to be even closer to her. Her perfume, the scent of her shampoo cloaked his senses and made him dizzy with comfort and with desire. His fingers moved in slow, lazy circles at first, gathering her wetness. Gradually his circles grew faster and more concentrated and her legs began to feel weak. Pulling his body closer to hers to pin her to the wall, she got lost in his kisses and what he was doing between her legs. It took an unusually short amount of time before she could feel her orgasm approach. As he kissed just below her ear, she fell apart. He watched her face, so beautiful in agonising pleasure. He watched how he made her feel, how only he could make her feel as he carried on guiding her through the intense fireworks. She stiffened beneath him and then relaxed around him as he milked her orgasm.

Again, she wasn’t even sure if her feet were touching the ground, it all felt like it was spinning around them. She felt his fingers gently cup her chin and lift it up until her eyes met his. As her breathing started to even out, the look in his eyes made her tingle in anticipation of what she knew was to come. Before she had the chance to kiss him again, his lips were already on hers, not wanting to waste another second. Privacy? They didn’t need it. Hotel? Too far away. He knew he’d missed her while he’d been away, but this connection and tension was insane. And well, she’d always been crazy about him. Her hands crept down his shoulders, dragging along his torso, fingers playing with his belt until her palm met the bulge in his trousers.

She began to pull his belt from the belt loops, struggling when she came to the buckle. At her struggle he became frustrated and rushed to get the belt open, quickly followed by his button and zip. Pulling his member from his boxers, he sprang free from the restraint of his jeans, urgent and desperate to just be closer. And fuck if she didn’t want that too. He gripped her shoulders and spun her round quickly, so quickly she stumbled in her heels. Feeling guilty, he steadied her and placed her hands on the wall in front of her. She’d always been clumsy. She held her breath in anticipation, throbbing between her legs as he pulled her dress over her bum and slid himself along her slit.

‘Ahh’ She gasped aloud as he pushed inside her, him groaning into her ear at the feeling of her hot, tight wetness pulling him in. His damp chest and hair felt cold from being in the night air as he pressed himself against her from behind and she just wanted more. He pulled out slowly as she adjusted to the feeling of being full after so long, and began to thrust into her. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t gentle. He pushed into her roughly and quickly, pulling her waist length hair down her back so that her head didn’t hit the wall as he fucked her. She couldn’t hold in her gasps and moans, her whole body felt like it was buzzing but her core was being assaulted with pleasurable strokes over and over again.

He needed to see her face. The one he’d searched for in the crowd while singing his most intimate and heartfelt song. The one he’d longed to see when he was 7 hours behind on tour in the States. The one he was desperate to touch and kiss while he looked at her through FaceTimes. He pulled out of her, taking care to spin her around more slowly this time to avoid a broken ankle in those sexy heels. Pushing her back against the wall, he slid his eager hands down her sides to her thighs and squeezed, gesturing for her to jump. She did, and he lifted her up against the wall, legs around his waist as he pinned her tightly to the cold, rough bricks. She cried out as he slid inside her again. They locked eyes while he fucked her once again, hardly pulling out but rather thrusting in as deep as he could. She could feel the brick wall leaving scratches on her back, but she didn’t care, loving the roughness.

This wasn’t quick and dirty; this was raw and urgent. Their eye contact confirmed that. His eyes told her he needed her. This meant something, but it could not wait. Their unbroken stare was a catalyst, she cried out his name as he furiously chased his peak. The feeling of her soft curves and warm cunt around his member undid him. He groaned as he came, reaching the end. He jerked against her, squeezing her bum.

The silence was only broken by their panting as the leaned against each other for support, feeling spent. Somewhere in the distance, they heard a crowd chanting some of his songs. He chuckled into her hair.

‘M sorry I didn’t last long darlin’; it’s been a while ‘ant it?’ She just shook her head, it didn’t matter. He pulled out of her, as he had softened, and his fluid seeped down her thigh.

Giggling, she stepped out of her underwear, holding onto his hand for balance, and wiped away his cum with them.

‘What the hell do I do with these?’ She wondered aloud, looking around for a bin, or somewhere to dispose of the soiled underwear.

He laughed as he zipped up his jeans and did up his belt again, then held out his hand. Hesitantly she handed them over to him, and he slipped them into his back pocket. ‘Let’s find a bin back inside, yeah?’

She giggled and stepped towards him to follow him back inside the building. He held his arm out behind him for her to grab her hand, but quickly spun around to face her.

‘Oh- hello’ He said, remembering he had interrupted her with kisses when she’d tried to greet him. He blushed slightly, feeling a bit rude.

She looked up at him through her lashes, a smile spread across her face with a hint of adoration in her eyes. ‘Hi.’

‘It’s so good to see ya, thanks for coming tonight babe’ He said, remembering his charm and manners. He had just gone at her like an animal, the least he could do was make up for it now.

‘Thank you for inviting me. You were so good up there.’ She stared up at his face. His eye bags which showed his fatigue, but his eyes shone bright, wide awake. His hair was starting to dry into waves falling over his face. ‘You look good, Van. Tour suits you.’

She wished he didn’t have to be away so much, wished that maybe he didn’t love being away as much as he did. She wanted to say more, but held back, not wanting to make things too heavy. She’d always been too afraid to spook him, scare him off. He saw it in her eyes, the many questions floating around that she was holding back. He wanted to give her answers, he wanted to give her anything she wanted.

‘It’s been great. But you know, it doesn’t have that Mexican bar, so...’ There was more he could have said, more he wanted to say. Like how maybe he loved tour, but this time round he found that he didn’t feel so free when he was away. Like maybe he’d missed her.

She giggled at his reference to their favourite place to go for tequila and margaritas when they hung out. She stared down at his feet, nervous that meeting his eye would give away just how deeply she felt for him in this very moment, his presence overwhelming, the feelings washing over and consuming her. He saw her hide a smile and wished she would look up at him. He’d imagined that smile for so long. He noticed her skin broke out in goosebumps and she began to wrap her arms around herself.

Her slinky black satin mini dress, with its skinny straps did everything to accentuate the softness of her curves, but nothing to protect her from the cold. Even as a feeling of protective tenderness overtook him, he still couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples and wish he was sucking on them. Albeit in a warm room.

He moved behind her and wrapped his hands around her front, cloaking her in his natural warmth.

‘Let’s go inside, yeah?’ He murmured in her ear, and all she could do was nod.

***

The dim light above the door lit up as she turned the key in the cottage door and jiggled it while shoving it open. She knew the little knack to it by now. He followed her through the gate and up the garden path. He was pulling a large suitcase behind him while struggling with two duffle bags slung over his shoulders.

The empty cottage was cold, having been vacant for months. She reached to her left and switched on the hallway lamp, then pushed the front door wide open to make space for him to come in behind her. He pushed the front door shut and dropped the duffels and suitcase on the faded rug.

The house may have been cold, but being back there brought feelings of warmth back to her. The times she had stayed over, listening to music, watching films, fucking.

‘Why don’t you go upstairs while I turn the heating on?’ He suggested, resting a hand on her waist and stooping down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. The butterflies that had been there since the moment she saw him earlier in the night went crazy. She nodded, and headed up the narrow stairs.

The fourth step creaked loudly, bringing a smile to her face. They would always take care to avoid that step if they came in late at night so as not to wake up his housemate Larry. Larry had chosen to go to a bar with the other guys after the gig, saying he couldn’t wait for a beer. She suspected he really was going to give them some privacy in the cottage. She navigated her way across the landing in the dark, pushing the last door to the right open. She could hear Van downstairs opening and closing cupboards. She moved across the room to turn his bedside lamp on, but tripped over something on the floor, probably a shoe. She cursed as her toe throbbed and hobbled to the bedside table, switching the lamp on. The light revealed a messy floor, clothes and shoes strewn across the carpet. The bed was roughly made, with a couple of records sat on the covers. She smiled as she pictured Van packing last minute before tour, in a rush because he’d spent the night with her.

‘There should be some clothes in the second drawer if you wanna get changed’ He called up the stairs to her. She responded with a thank you and kicked off her strappy heels, placing them under his wooden bed frame.

She opened the top drawer in his dresser, and found a pair of boxers at the back of the drawer which she knew he never wore, and an oversized flannel shirt. As she slid the shirt over her head, inhaled the musky, woody scent of Van, with only a hint of cigarette smoke. Spotting a pair of thick white socks in the drawer, she slipped those on and set about closing the curtains and fixing the bed. Van was bound to crash from the post-gig adrenaline rush and jet lag soon, and she thought he might appreciate if she cleared his floor quickly.

The bedroom door opened, and he appeared with two steaming mugs. ‘Sorry I’ve not got any milk for tea so it’s instant hot chocolate instead’ He smiled and handed her a mug before setting his own down on a bedside table and kicking his boots off. He put on a record- The Kooks- then sat next to her on the bed while she moved underneath the covers.

‘Thanks’ She sighed contentedly as she sipped the hot drink and sank further under the covers. His stomach flipped at seeing her in his home, so comfortable and looking like she belonged in his clothes.

As they drank their hot chocolate, he began to tell her stories from tour. His favourite gigs, his least favourites. The sights he had seen, the laughs with the lads. She stared at him while he talked, loving how animated he became and fascinated by the stories he had to tell.

‘Larry won’t stop goin’ on at me though, cos there was this one night, they swear it was the best night of the year. So we went to this right wicked bar in New York and this girl Emily- someone Bondy met a few years ago- brought her friends over. But I missed a lot of the night. They said they think they broke some world record or summat’ He chuckled, but his face told her there was more to the story.

‘Well, it sounds like you had a really good time while you were away.’ She was equal parts happy for him and jealous of his time that all those other people and places got. She set her mug down onto the floor and rolled over, resting her elbows on his chest and looking up at him through her hair that fell forward on her face. He looked beautiful from any angle, but from here she could see his long, dark eyelashes perfectly. She could see the slight smudge of mascara under his bottom lashes.

Looking down at her, Van thought this might be his favourite view of her. Aside from her being naked underneath him. ‘Yeah, it was great, mind.’ He hesitated, considering his next words carefully. He was usually confident, reckless even, with his words. This though, was new territory. ‘I missed ya, though.’

She looked down at his necklace, began twirling it between her finger, unable to look him in the eye. A hint of a smile that she was trying to fight broke out on her face. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I… missed you, too.’ She had, of course. She was just still so scared to show how she felt about him, not wanting to mess things up and lose him.

‘Yeah?’ Humour coloured his voice, his lips matching hers in a subtle smile.

‘Yeah.’

She huffed a quiet laugh and dipped her head down to try and conceal her blush.

‘How much?’ She was sure he was teasing her now, trying to draw things out of her that she was, rather pathetically, being too shy to reveal. ‘A little, or a lot?’

‘Ahh’ She groaned. ‘A little, tiny bit’. She held her hand up, indicating with her fingers the little bit she was talking about.

‘Oh really?’ He was teasing again, but decided to keep pushing. ‘But see, I missed you more than that. Quite a bit more actually. Thought about you a lot.’

Her stomach fluttered. Was she picking up the right vibe? Or was she overthinking? Fuck it. ‘I missed you. Loads. And I’ve been thinking about you, too.’

This conversation was painfully slow and awkward. But his heartbeat was picking up pace, feeling as though she might feel the same as he did. Grow up, he thought to himself.

He placed his hand under her chin and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear so he could see her face more clearly. Her hazel eyes looked more brown than green in this light, which he knew she would hate but he thought they were perfect. Her top lip had a scar that was only visible in dim lights like this. He wondered how he could have ever had any doubt whether he wanted to commit to a relationship with this woman. The way he saw it now, he didn’t have a choice.

‘Babe, I think this is something more than just fun, for me. Do- I mean, what d’ya think?’ He was twirling a strand of her hair round his fingers, watching her eyes intently.

Her grin made his heart beat faster, but in a good way. She leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. It was cheesy as fuck, but they grinned as they kissed. She ran her hands through his hair, she’d missed that feeling. And fuck, he gripped her waist, hidden beneath his clothes, which hung from her body in the sexiest way possible. She felt him pull her all the way on top of him, deepening their kiss. This time, it was slower than right after the gig. It was lazier- no, not lazy. It was them taking their time, drawing the moment out. Exploring again.

He lifted his shirt higher up her back, running his hands up her spine. Further, around her ribs and up to cup her bare breasts. He began rubbing around her nipples softly, loving the soft moans it elicited. She pushed her chest further into his hands. Breaking their kiss, he lifted her arms in the air. Slowly, teasingly, he ran his hands down her arms, trailing down her ribs until he reached the hem of the shirt. He pulled it over her head and threw it somewhere across the room. Van wasted no time leaning in to suck a nipple, toying the other one with one hand and peeking up at her face, angelic and beautiful.

She placed her knees on either side of him, naturally, instinctively moving her hips to grind against his crotch. She began to unbutton his black shirt, slowly revealing his chest. She pulled back and lifted off of his lap so he could sit up and take the shirt off. She worked on unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. There was no slow and sexy way to take off his skinny jeans, he jumped up and removed one leg first, hopping while pulling them off the other leg. She kicked off her (his) socks and then took off the boxers she wore.

He playfully shoved her back on the bed, making her squeal and laugh. The got tangled in each other, kissing and laughing, feeling each other’s bodies properly for the first time in more than 6 months. They’d both been fantasising about being able to do this for so long. And they were both so ready.

He hooked his arm under her leg and positioned himself at her entrance, marvelling at her naked body, even better than he remembered, even better than the late-night fantasies. As he pushed inside, he realised he’d missed that little gasp she did every time, the way her nose and brow scrunched up. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed into her, slowly. This time wasn’t like all the other times before, it wasn’t even like the time earlier. It was so much more. This time, all the emotions that had been building up from the last 6 months, even the last year or more. Since the moment they met, this connection and intensity had been building.

She had known he didn’t want to commit to a relationship, and she hadn’t pushed for it because she had been having fun, liking where it was going. He knew he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her but had been so stupid, not wanting to commit to her. It was just he had seen relationships fail because he wasn’t always around, and there were always women and drugs and late nights. None of that mattered. He’d been falling for her before he left for tour. He’d thought it would kill him to leave her that night. Realising that he wasn’t interested in women and late nights the way he was before, he’d rather call her, wait for her call. And this time round it was more than he would have imagined.

He thrusted hard, but slow. Keeping the pace, wanting it to last. The sex was always good, but she could have sworn there was something this time that made it as good as it could get. His stare made her body buzz again, like an out of body feeling.

She gently pushed his chest back, until he was sitting up. She climbed onto his lap and sat down on him, wrapping her hands around his neck. Keeping their stare unbroken, she began to ride him just how she knew drove him crazy, slowly, steady rhythm.

‘Fuck… just like that’ He groaned, gripping her bum as she bounced. His groans spurred her on, wanting to make him feel good. ‘Ohh, that’s it, babe.’

She kept going, feeling him so deep and hitting that angle just right. As he chased his orgasm, he started thrusting up into her. Soon, they were both gripping each other tightly, matching each other’s pace.

‘Ahh, Van’ She moaned into his hair, as their peaks came closer and closer. The sound of skin slapping, the bed frame squeaking and both of them moaning echoed through the room, through the whole cottage.

She exploded first, tightening around him and pushing herself further onto him. He cried out at the sensation of her wrapping around him. Then he cried out as he came undone, tugging on her hair.

They sat like that, her on top of his lap with her legs wrapped round his torso for a moment. He broke the silence first. ‘I love you’.

Her heart skipped a beat. She should probably see a doctor at this point, with how irregular her heartbeat was around him. ‘Pillow talk, Van.’ She teased, not wanting to get her hopes up. She already couldn’t believe her luck at him wanting to be with her- only her- she was afraid he was getting caught up in the moment, the passion and saying things he wouldn’t mean tomorrow.

He gently lifted her up from his lap and laid her back on the bed. Feeling his cum run down her legs again, she asked ‘What did you do with my underwear?’ with a laugh.

He laughed ‘Fucked them in the kitchen bin. Hold on here a second.’ He left the room for a few moments, still naked. He returned with a damp towel and a smile, coming to gently wipe between her legs, then throwing the towel in the laundry basket.

He threw himself back on the bed next to her, holding an arm out until she lifted her head and rested it on his shoulder, nuzzling in.

‘I meant it, ya know.’

‘Will you mean it in the morning?’ She hated how insecure she sounded. She never wanted to be that girl; she wasn’t that girl. She just needed to know it was real.

‘I’ll love you tomorrow, and the day after that, and for as long as you’ll have me. I wouldn’t mess with you about that. I’ve fucking missed you this whole time. I love you.’

She couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. ‘I love you, too.’

‘So, you wanna give this a go then?’ He was stroking her shoulder lazily. And it felt like this was where they were meant to be. ‘Cos I’m all in.’

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[timeforaciggy]

I’m back my friends! I want to say how much I appreciate the messages & lovely support for my work. It’s something I’ll truly never be able to express enough, how loved, how inspired, and (how even in the worst times,) motivated by this community and what it creates. It truly makes me feel loved, and that although I haven’t been posting and writing frequently, you all are still here. With that being said, I am going to continue trying to do what I love and that’s writing about these lads I know I can’t be the only one out of all of us that still have their heart race when even seeing a wholesale pic of them :,).

Looking forward to your ideas/prompts/suggestions/requests! (Or even just to talk!)

Don’t be shy!

-abs Xx. 🖤

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[catb-fics]

SFW Alphabet: H for Hugs

Just a little bit of silly fluff for my Valentine’s countdown 💗

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H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

💗 Van is a big on physical contact as he's such an affectionate person - he won't hesitate to pull you into a hug any time, any place.

💗 You'd always found yourself a bit touched out by people who were overly physical, but that just fell by the wayside when you met Van.

💗 The first time you shared a hug you two barely knew each other (although you'd admired him from afar for some time) so you were surprised when Larry formally introduced you and he went in for a hug straight away!

💗 You only felt awkward for all of about two seconds before you melted into his arms.

💗 He was so warm and super-soft and he smelt so good, you were embarrassed as you held on maybe just a little bit too tight.

💗 Van never said anything but the little smirk on his face and the twinkle of mischief in his eye as you finally parted told you full well that he'd enjoyed it just as much as you had.

💗 Fast forward a month, a few outings to the local pub and a couple of cosy film nights at Van's  (and plenty of hugs) and you'd admitted your feelings to one another.

💗 And the hugs just kept coming...

💗 Van can't keep his hands to himself, he always likes to be touching you. He likes to feel that physical connection.

💗 He always feels warm even when it's cold outside. It comes in handy in winter... it's like having your own personal hot water bottle on hand.

💗 But his hands aren't always warm as you find out when he tries to slip them under your jumper to warm them up!

💗 His hugs are never rushed, even when you're late for work and in a rush to leave the house in the morning he won't let you go until you've had your hug and kiss goodbye.

💗 When he's leaving for tour he'll hug you a little tighter and a little longer and you close your eyes, taking everything in, the vibrations of his heartbeat, the scent of his cologne, the way his arms feel wrapped around you. You want to remember it clearly for those lonely nights when you’re apart.

💗 He's just the right height for cuddling... you feel like pieces of a perfect puzzle fitting together.

💗 Hugs from behind, often when you're least expecting it. He wraps his arms around you tight, engulfing you in his warmth, his face buried into your hair or neck.

💗 Neck nuzzling... it's ticklish but when his lips find that sensitive spot you're like putty in his hands.

💗 Morning hugs lying in bed with you as the little spoon, naked limbs entwined whilst he scatters sweet kisses all over every bit of exposed skin he can find.

💗 You especially like this when it's cold and gloomy outside, the rain lashing down on your windows. You can just shut out the rest of the world and get lost in each other.

💗 The best hugs are the ones where you've been apart and you've missed each other so much. It just feels so right being back in each other's arms.

💗 He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in so close and he's breathing in the scent of your hair and you feel like you're positively gonna pop if he squeezes you any tighter!

💗 "Van I'm gonna burst in a minute! You're gonna have to let me go!" He loosens his grip a little but still doesn't let go. "Sorry love, I'm just in my happy place... don't ever wanna let you go. I've missed ya so much."

💗 Airport hugs where he'll drop his luggage in an instant to pick you up and whirl you around, showering you with kisses. You cling to him like a koala bear, legs wrapped around his waist! You don't care if you're in a public place.

💗 Did I already mention he smells good? (Apart from straight after a gig!)

💗 But you still love sweaty post-gig hugs, he's hyper and pumped up on adrenaline and it's such a turn on seeing him on stage that those hugs more often than not end up leading on to more...

💗 And there's definitely a hug for every occasion... Feeling sad? Comforting hugs where he holds you close and gently strokes your hair. Feeling tired? Sleepy hugs where you lie on his chest and the steady sound of his heartbeat lulls you. Feeling horny? Steamy hugs where hot, wet kisses are pressed to your neck whilst he grips your hips and grinds against you. Feeling crampy and hormonal? Caring hugs where you'll lie on the sofa with him behind, rubbing soothing touches on your belly.

💗 There's nothing that makes your feel safer or more secure than when you're enveloped in his warm embrace.

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[your-divine-ribs]

Expectations (Dad Van)

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Valentine’s Day when you’re heavily pregnant, no warnings just fluff 💗

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It wasn't getting any easier. You were eight months pregnant and ready to pop. Your back ached, your muscles were strained and you were bone-weary tired. Since your perfect little rounded baby-belly had grown exponentially with no signs of slowing down you'd barely had more than three hours unbroken sleep, tossing and turning in bed at night in a fruitless attempt to get comfortable and getting up for frequent toilet breaks, and that wasn't the only problem. You felt like your body wasn't your own anymore, that the baby wasn't just taking up temporary residence but had moved in and completely taken over. The feeling was akin to being a lodger in your own house.

Of course you didn't begrudge the little one, you already loved her more than life itself and you'd not even met her yet, but boy were you impatient now. The pregnancy glow had dissipated quickly as you'd entered the third trimester and now you just felt huge and cumbersome and heavy and just so bloody exhausted, not to mention thoroughly undesirable. Not that your boyfriend would agree. If anything he just craved you all the more, showering you with affection and compliments and tender touches that quickly turned needy. He literally couldn't keep his hands off you, and who were you to deny him when he made you feel so good?

It had been a long day at work and you let out a drawn out sigh of relief as you pulled up on to your driveway. The promise of maternity leave was now only two weeks away but it may as well have been two years the way the days stretched on ahead of you seemingly endlessly.

"Hey, I'm home!" You called into the quiet house, ears straining for a response, a smile stretching on your lips at the faint call of "up here love... come on up... I've run you a bath..."

In truth you were envious of the way that Van's career gave him the freedom to work the hours he chose, letting him shun the 9 to 5 rat-race that you were embroiled in, but at times like this you were thankful. Now you were on the home stretch of your pregnancy he'd cancelled all touring and engagements and he was there waiting for you each day after work with a warm hug and a smile. He wasn't the typical house-husband type and his domestic skills left a lot to be desired, but he was trying so hard, and that was the important thing.

You hung up your coat and trudged up the stairs, the effort quickly leaving you panting for breath, unbuttoning your blouse and shrugging out of it as you went.

"Did ya have a good day love?"

Van looked up as you entered the bathroom, his eyes quickly leaving yours to trail over the expanse of your swollen belly. You didn't think it was possible to convey love as much from just a look but it was blatantly obvious the way that his eyes lit up as he gazed on your heavily pregnant form. It caught you off guard every time, a warm glow erupting in your chest as he quickly crossed to you with his arms outstretched.

"It was okay I guess, just the same old shit every day. I'm just so tired and everything aches. How about you? What've you been up to?"

Van's hands curled around your hips as he looked down on you. "Well I finished painting the nursery at last. It's looking really good now, all ready for our little princess."

Again his gaze sank to your belly, a hand tenderly brushing over your skin as he crouched down to talk directly to the large bump. "And how's my little lady doing? You been behaving yourself for mummy today?"

He was answered with a kick and you giggled at the perfect timing. You were certain that your unborn daughter could pick out Van's voice as she often responded to it, livening up immediately when she heard him. You often found yourself day-dreaming, fast-forwarding in your head, picturing Van and her laughing and playing, cooking up wild scenarios and going on epic adventures limited only by a child's imagination, the perfect duo. You just knew that they were going to be partners in crime and you'd probably end up on the receiving end of their mischievous pranks before she'd even learnt to talk properly. And you couldn't wait.

"She can hear you, she's kicking! Here... put your hand right here!"

You placed your hand atop Van's, sliding it across your tummy to where a little foot or hand or elbow was currently pummelling you from the inside, watching Van's expression turn to wonderment as he felt the vibrations through your skin.

"Yeah, yeah I can feel her! Hey little one! Whatcha doing in there?" He looked up at you. "She's got a right kick on her hasn't she? I swear she's gonna be a footballer." Back to your belly. "You gonna play for United yeah? Make your daddy proud?"

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "More like a boxer I'd say. She's been kicking the shit out of me all day, using my bladder as a punch bag!"

Van chuckled, leaning in to plant a kiss just above your navel and then rising to his feet and indicating the bath.

"You gonna get in then before it gets cold? I've just got some stuff to do downstairs."

Your brow creased into a little frown, disappointment flickering through you. "You not joining me? You know... 'cause it's Valentine's Day and all that? Make up for not even bothering to get me a card or a bunch of roses!"

You narrowed your eyes at him, letting mock-annoyance tinge your words. You weren't really bothered. You knew that he hated the commercial side of Valentines and to be honest you did too, but you couldn't resist teasing him. His eyes widened, feigning offence.

"You really need me to get you a sappy card and a bunch of over-priced flowers to show my love for ya? Nah... that just won't cut it. Got something else planned haven't I? And it's much better than all that..."

He trailed off, his voice mysterious which instantly kicked your intrigue into overdrive. He was wearing that cheeky little smirk on his lips now that made your pulse quicken and you wondered what he had planned.

"Are you gonna make love to me on a bed of rose petals?" You grinned up at him, watched him shake his head. "Whisk me off to Paris maybe?" He pulled a face.

"You'll find out soon enough. Now go on, have your bath... relax for a bit. Then come downstairs straight after, yeah?"

"Okay, okay. This'd better be good McCann!"

"Oh it will be!"

He shot you a cheeky wink and leant forward to press a small kiss to your cheek, then he was darting out of the bathroom and bounding quickly down the stairs, his footsteps receding as you heard him moving down the hallway.

The bath was just what you needed and you sank down into the fragrant bubbles, feeling the knots of tension loosen as your muscles soaked up the heavenly warmth. You didn't even realise that you'd fallen asleep until a loud crashing sound wrenched you out of your slumber and you sat bolt upright, water sloshing over the side of the tub.

It was completely quiet and you began to think that maybe it was the remnants of a dream, but then you heard another noise, a metallic thunk followed by a string of curses. What the hell was he doing down there?

The piercing sound of the smoke alarm gave you your answer and you groaned out loud. Van's disastrous forays into cooking were almost legendary and you were still haunted by the time he almost set the kitchen on fire trying to flash-fry a steak. Thankfully catastrophe was averted and the only casualties were his singed eyebrows and a bruised ego, but it could have been a lot worse. Heaven knows what carnage he could be causing downstairs right now.

So you reluctantly hauled your pregnant frame out of the bath tub and dried yourself down with a fluffy towel which you quickly secured around your chest, opening the bathroom door and calling down the stairs.

"You alright down there? What's going on?"

The reply was immediate, shouted back up with gusto. "Yeah, everything's fine! Don't worry! Got everything under control babe! Just had a... minor mishap..."

You sighed, considering returning to the bath, but the warmth had started to leech from the water and the skin on your fingertips had started to shrivel so you pulled the plug and turned to look at your reflection in the large mirror situated over the sink, letting the towel drop to the floor. Wiping away the condensation you were met with a version of yourself that you barely recognised. Your skin was stretched tightly over your stomach which was now protruding that much that you could no longer see your feet. Your breasts were swollen and heavy, having gone up two cup sizes... much to Van's delight. Then there were the stretch marks. A network of fine red stripes stretching all over the underside of your baby bump. Tiger stripes. You hated them with a passion, even knowing that eventually they'd fade to faint silvery lines, but Van wouldn't hear you moan about them. You smiled to yourself as you recalled him kissing them tenderly, telling you that they were simply part of you, so he loved them just as much as the rest of you.

Another barrage of curse words drifted up from downstairs, snatching your attention away from the mirror and you grabbed for your fluffy robe, slipping into it and padding downstairs quickly on your bare feet.

You could smell the acrid scent of burning and see the air thick with smoke before you'd even pushed fully through the kitchen door and you braced yourself when you did, coming to a stop with your mouth agape, stunned by the sight before you. There were discarded pans in the sink coated with congealed burnt on food and boiled over pots on the stove. Dark splotches of a thick red sauce was sprayed up the usually pristine white cupboard surfaces. But that wasn't what really caught your attention.

There in the midst of it all was Van, his face creased into an awkward smile, splattered with pasta sauce... completely stark bollock naked apart from a garish pink novelty Valentine's apron bearing the words 'Will You Be Mine?'

"Alright love," he said meekly. "I really wanted to make you a nice dinner, but I think I might have fucked it up a little bit..."

You were quiet for a moment, taking in the scene, but not for long. How could you dwell on the kitchen chaos when you were faced with that?

"Oh my god... what the hell are you wearing? Or should I say what aren't you wearing?"

Van's face instantly cracked into a wide playful grin. "Ta-da!" He smirked proudly. "You like it?"

"It's... it's..." you trailed off into another fit of giggles as Van held out his arms and gave you a twirl... and an eyeful in the process. "I don't know what to say! I'm actually speechless for once!"

"How about 'come ere sexy?'"

You crossed the kitchen in a few steps, straight into his waiting arms, both laughing as he tried to pull you in tight for a hug but your huge baby bump prevented your bodies from meeting.

"Think something's come between us!" You quipped, then you pulled back, eyeing the gaudy apron with amusement. "So this is it, eh? This is my big Valentine's present? You practically naked? I'm surprised you didn't jump out of a giant cake or wrap yourself up in shiny paper with a big ribbon or something!"

"You can still unwrap me if ya like love?" He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe after dinner?"

"Dinner?" You echoed, your eyes darting to the chaos behind him, your nose wrinkling in distaste at the pungent smell of burnt food. You'd long gotten over the nausea of morning sickness but the idea of trying to stomach one of Van's culinary creations was making your gut churn. "So... what did you make?"

"Well... it was supposed to be some posh pasta dish... saw Gordon Ramsey cooking it online. It's just not turned out quite how it was supposed to. I mean, we might be able to salvage it..." he paused, the sheepish look returning as he glanced behind him at the mess. "Or I could just do us beans on toast?" His voice rose up hopefully, face scrunching doubtfully. "Or there's some pizzas in the freezer... or maybe we could get a takeaway?"

"Takeaway sounds good!" You hurriedly blurted, relieved to have a choice that didn't involve Van's cooking, grabbing hold of his hand when you saw the disappointment etched on his face although he was trying to hide it. "Hey, all this is great, I really do appreciate it you know. Don't feel bad about it."

"But I do feel bad love. I really wanted to do something special for you, make it romantic. You do so much and you never complain and I'm just a bit..." he paused, shrugging whilst he searched for the right word. "Useless..."

"Awww don't say that!" You made a grab for his other hand, drawing him close and looking up at him. "You've been doing loads recently. You've completely decorated the nursery, you've been out buying loads of stuff, you've come to all the ante-natal classes with me..."

"Yeah, and I about bloody passed out when the midwife was going through your birth plan. What am I gonna be like at the real thing? I'm probably just gonna go and let you down."

You giggled. "You'll be fine, honestly, you'll see. We both will be as long as we're together."

He smiled then, gave a small sigh and a shrug, and then a little frown creased his features. "I'm trying Y/N, I really am. I've wanted to be a dad for as long as I can remember and I'm so excited, but now it's only weeks away I keep stressing, worrying I'm not doing enough. I wanna do as much as I can, look after you, and the baby when she's here." His eyes strayed down to your bump, glowing fondly. "Wanna take care of both of you."

"You're doing great Van, you really are," you assured him. "I certainly got no complaints."

He didn't look convinced. "But I can't even cook a simple pasta dish! And you should have seen me painting the nursery earlier. I swear I ended up with more paint in my hair than than on the walls! I'm just rubbish at all this 'hands on' stuff. And what about when the baby's here? What if I do something wrong? What if I'm a shit dad?"

He looked so earnest it made your heart ache. It was only a few weeks back that you'd been wracked with worries and doubts yourself when you'd been packing your hospital bag in advance as instructed. It had suddenly all seemed too real and too imminent and you'd panicked, wondering how on earth you were actually going to physically birth the baby and then feed and look after her. Van had been right there at your side, a comforting arm around your shoulder, his free hand brushing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks as you'd offloaded all your worries on to him. His gentle caresses and words of comfort had eventually coaxed you around to a more positive state as he'd told you how strong you were and how much he admired you and how you were going to be "the best mum the world had ever seen". Then he'd made you laugh when he'd backtracked and added, "Just don't tell my mum I said that or she'll kill me!"

Now you'd switched roles and you were the one building up Van's wavering confidence. Few people saw this side of him. He was always outwardly so self-assured, but you knew the real Van. The one who took so much pride in everything that he did that anything short of perfection was deemed a failure.

You disentangled your fingers from his so you could reach up and cup his face with both of your hands, thumbs brushing his freckled cheeks.

"You are so not going to be a shit dad!" You told him, your voice coming out firmer than intended which caused his lips to curl into a smile. "You're one of the kindest, most caring people I know. Fair enough, you're a crap cook..." You paused, a laugh bubbling up which Van echoed. "But our little girl is going to the luckiest girl in the world to have a dad like you. I bet there's not many babies that've already got about three albums worth of songs written for them before they've even been born! You're gonna be a great dad and she's gonna love you so much."

He hung on your every word, his smile growing as you spoke, his hands sliding around your waist.

"And I'm gonna love her too. I already do. You wouldn't believe how much Y/N... I didn't even think it was possible to ever love anyone as much as I love you, but I do. And that's a whole lot of fucking love!"

He chuckled, his fingers flexing on your waist, squeezing you gently. You felt so much love and affection at that moment you were sure that you were positively glowing with it. And he hadn't finished yet.

"Honestly babe, I don't know what I did to deserve you. You make me so happy."

"And I love you too," you replied, pushing yourself up on to the balls of your feet as you tilted his face down to meet yours. "Come here you big softy!"

You pressed your lips to his and he practically purred in appreciation, his hands sliding further around your waist as he pulled you as close to him as your baby bump would allow. The kiss was soft and sweet and his lips were warm and enticing, moving slowly against yours, savouring your closeness.

Your hands fell away, reaching for his hips and you smiled against his mouth as you felt the bare skin there. You'd almost forgotten about your Valentines surprise, such a typical Van gesture.

You pulled away, fixing him with a sexy little smile as your fingers located the apron string, tugging on it until it came undone. He smirked down on you, his eyes simmering with a gentle kind of heat which warmed you through.

"What're you doing love? Thought you were gonna unwrap me after dinner?"

"Yeah well... I changed my mind. Maybe I want my dessert before dinner..."

Then you were both laughing, smiling into the kiss, wrapped up in each other's arms.

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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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[pacifymebby]

Drapetomania / Van

Request; Van and y/n running away together, you and me against the world vibes.

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You held Vans head in your lap, combing your fingers through his hair, his eyes were open, fixed on the grey sky.

It was warm, one of those days where the air was damp and threatening a thunder storm. Van was trying not to cry. His eyes were read around the rims and you could see the tears there, could see the ache he felt. His jaw tense, his hands clenched holding the sleeves of his jumpers hostage over his fingers.

He was in trouble, totally lost, and you ached to cheer him up. To sooth him.

But hed said so a thousand times now. It was hopeless. He just felt totally helpless.

"Talk to me babe," you said quietly, twisting a loose lock of his hair around your finger. Admiring the structure of his face, the curve of his nose and the pout of his lips. He was on the verge of giving in and yet he still looked perfect to you, not that he'd accept it if you told him so.

"It's nothing love am just tired," he said but it wasn't, you knew that and he knew it was no use trying to pacify you with a line as throwaway as that, so he sighed and he smirked, cracked one of those bitter smiles and ran his hand through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "I am tired," he admitted then, "but its not just that,"

"Go on love," you said softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb, feeling all the tenderness in the world for him. The love of your life. You just wanted to protect him and keep him sheltered from everything. You knew you couldn't but if you could just pick him up and carry him off somewhere the two of you could hideaway forever then you would have done.

"Am just fuckin fed up with everything," he said, "keep hurtin everyone I love, keep fucking everything up... The band especially like... Everythings falling apart and a was so close to doing everything an now I don't know if I'll ever make it... Pushed all me mates away, am everyone's enemy right now..."

"You're not mine," you said, knowing it wasn't as bad as he thought it was anyway. People he'd fallen out with would come round. Everyone knew what he was like. Too passionate. Short temper. Over emotional. A classic Leo.

"You're probably next," he smirked looking defeated, irritating you then, your brow knitting together.

If you'd been anything like Van you'd have taken a comment like that entirely personally. You'd have probably picked a blazing row.

But you weren't like Van at all in that sense. You were the balanced one, the patient one, the calm and consistent one. Everyone always said they were glad he'd found a friend like you, always said he was going to need someone like you to lean on one day. You were certain that this was what they'd meant.

A lot of people had seen it coming.

The fallout, the disaster that struck during covid when all the lads were split up, when they were all forced to go home and Van found that he didn't really have a home to go back to.

He'd pushed everyone away, given up his youth for the band. Spent his 20s touring the world. Didn't really have anything left to show for all that now that the rest of the band had gotten a taste for their home life. Now that the other lads had realised they had other things they cared about, lives they wanted to lead, homes they wanted to make.

"That's not really your call to make is it love," you smirked shrugging his comment off, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand, your knuckles brushing over his stubble gently.

You cradled his head in your lap and leant against the garden wall, taking a cigarette out of your pocket.

"The fuckin label won't leave me alone, telling me I've gotta pull it all together, sayin if a don't start building bridges they're gonna pull out an all..."

"Fuck the label," you said, your protective streak coming out then, shining through with the sharpness, the suddenness of your words. You'd sounded more like Van then.

"Can't do that love they're me livelyhood..." he said looking truly miserable then, "gotta do as am told haven't I or ill lose everything..."

"That's not true Van, they need you just as much as you need them..."

"Nah," he sighed, "cunts like me are ten a penny, am as replaceable as a bloody lightbulb," he grumbled, his defeatist attitude familiar to you. And you couldn't blame him. Deep down you knew he'd have heard that from someone somewhere in the industry. Someone trying to get into his head and manipulate him. That's what the industry was like.

"You're not," you said but it was a feeble denial and it wouldn't be enough to convince Van, "and you know you're just going through a rough patch, nothings hopeless, you can make pals with them all again, you're not unforgivable..."

"Cheers lass, y'know you're too good to me though, av proper fucked it this time am not stupid, everythings fucked..."

"You just need to get away for a little while.." you sighed, it was something you'd been telling him for years now, since the band had gotten big, since the stresses had started. All life's little problems merging into disaster after disaster so that every day seemed to bring its own storm of bad news.

"How can I y/n? Got the fuckin management breathing down me neck 24/7 asking me for updates all the time,"

"Fuck management too," you grumbled feeling the irritation swell inside you, all these people pulling your baby from all sides, fighting over him, fighting him, trying his and your patience, chipping away at his soul.

He used to be such a smiley lad, used to have all this energy and passion and now he was a shell of himself.

Shadowy and sad and heavy hearted.

"Y/N..." he started but you cut him off.

"No i mean it Van, fuck them, turn your phone off, fuckin ignore them for a bit... What do they ever do for you ey? They just pester you and pick at you and get you down and you put up with all this shit from them... You get fuck all in return, they've got no respect for you so fuck em..." you blurted out drawing a chuckle from Van as he pushed himself up. You'd amused him with that outburst and as he looked at you, his eyes sparkling with pride and curiosity, a little astounded by you, he grinned and you blushed biting your lip. You'd surprised yourself too.

"Where'd that come from love," he grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at your outburst. You didn't have much of a temper, it didn't surface very often but when it did it always amused him to see you get annoyed.

"Probably from watching you get slowly crushed," you smirked already simmering, already settling down.

"Am not being crushed love," he sighed wrapping his arms around you, "its sweet how defensive you get of me but I'm not that bad," he said already swallowing down his hurt for your sake, pretending he was okay because he'd always been one of those lads who struggled to cry and struggled to be emotional. "You're probably right, I probably just need a holiday," he chuckled.

"So let's go," you said looking at him hopefully. This was the first time he'd ever admitted it. Ever even toyed with the idea of taking a break. Even during lockdown he'd been itching to get back to work, still making plans still writing for the next album, still pestering management about recording. Still desperately pushing on.

You'd tried to get him to settle down then but he never had.

"Y'know I can't y/n," he said rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, making your heart ache again for your best friend.

"Ye doing me head in mccann," you said growling with frustration, "why can't you? What else are you gonna bloody do?"

"I can't just disappear y/n the label would go nuts, they'd be fuckin hunting me down!" he replied his frustration rising once again.

He'd been one of your closest friends your whole life and you were familiar with his way, but even to you this stubborn side was beginning to wear you down.

"So let's go somewhere they won't find us then," you said, hoping he'd acquiesce and come round. Hoping you could tempt him with the thought, "Cmon it'd be grand," you said nudging him in the ribs with your elbow, flashing him a tempting little smile, "just me and you in the middle of nowhere it'd be class, leave your phone here and we'll just duck out of life for a few, you'll feel better.."

"I don't know..." he chewed his cheek, "the label will be pissed..."

"Yeah an how often do they piss you off?" you raised your brow.

You fucking hated his label for what they'd done to your best friend over the years. Gotten into his head, made him feel small and insecure, manipulated him, put him under so much pressure claiming it was how you make a diamond. Left him with nothing but lumps of coal and an empty chest.

"I don't know," he sighed, you could see it in his eyes he wanted to say yes, wanted to say fuck it and runaway with you. You knew you nearly had him. You just weren't sure what could tip his mind until you reached for his hand and locked your fingers with his.

The touch of your gentle fingers on his hand, that changed his mind.

"Cmon Van," you smirked, "runaway with me," you offered him a mischievous little smirk waiting for an answer, one you knew you'd like when you saw the corner of his sulking lips tug into a little smile.

"Fine," he smirked, "go on then love,"

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"We can't WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT TILL TOMORROW!!" you both sang turning the car radio up full volume as Van hit the accelerate and you sped down a country lane, down over a hill so that both your tummies flipped, your faces scrunching as you turned to one another and started giggling.

Youd been driving all day, crossed through the channel tunnel and headed into the south of France. Youd picked a spot in the French countryside, a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere, some tiny village you were certain only had one shop and one cafe. A few houses scattered. Your cottage a little walk out of town down a winding lane.

It would be the perfect place to hide away for a little while. The perfect place for Van to keep his head down.

You'd both only packed a small bag and Van had left everything to do with the band and his normal, chaotic life behind.

This was going to be your own sanctuary, just the two of you. Him and you against the world. You'd pretend it was home, pretend you never had to go back to real life, even if it wasn't true.

"You gotta know that this is real baby why you wanna fight it its the one thing you can choose!"

"Oh oh ohhhhh"

With the windows rolled down the wind blew through your hair, your feet up on the door, your head resting back against the chair, you smiled up at Van and the goofy grin he wore as he shouted out the words along to the song.

"See, don't you feel better already?" you asked later when you'd fallen out the car together giggling about something dumb.

It was as if the relief had hit you both with a manic kind of adrenaline rush. You hadn't realised you'd been feeling it too, the claustrophobia, the label breathing down your best friends neck, getting to you too, but now that you were here, in the garden of a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere, you felt the rush of freedom too.

"Aye lass," he grinned, "fucken gorgeous here isn't it..." he smiled looking around, letting out a sigh as he lit up a cigarette. "Can't help but think the label are gonna kill me when I get back though..." he said, wincing at the thought. You chewed your cheek.

All you wanted was for him to forget about them for a day. Just one day worry free.

"Don't think about it," you said knowing he would anyway, knowing he worried about the band more than anything else. Knowing he'd blame himself if it all fell apart. "Cmon," you said, sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You had go stand on tiptoes to rest your chin on his shoulder and you felt him smirking when you lost your balance and had to tighten your grip to keep you both standing up. "Don't you feel at least a little better here... No one knows where y'are, no one can hastle you down the phone about trivial shite..."

"Aye an am all alone with you," he glanced back at you, biting his lip, not realising the shiver that sent down your spine.

He turned around in your arms then, looking down at you, his best friend, his eyes soft with relief, you could see the tension there still, you could see the anxiety and the itch to get back to life, start grafting away again, but you could see too that he was already beginning to settle and that made you smile.

"Be good for you Van," you said quiet words of encouragement supposed to be a gentle nudge.

He took your hand and turned back to the cottage, looking it over once more.

It was less of a cottage and more of a cabin in the woods, small and tucked away, hidden out of sight from the rest of the world. Perfect for you, though it may have been tiny.

"Cmon," he said, "nah one in the world I'd rather be hiding with," he said as you let him tug you towards the cabin door.

"A girlfriend maybe?" you smirked only teasing him, not seeing the way he rolled his eyes at you.

He wouldn't realise till later what he really meant by that eye roll either.

It was a cute little cabin. A bed in the corner, a dusty bookshelf and a rug, an arm chair in the corner by the fire place.

On the opposite wall was a stove and a little fridge, a table for two and a shelf with a jar of sugar and a jar of coffee.

It looked like something out of an olden days fairy tail. So simple but tranquil looking. Nothing here that could drag you unwillingly back to the real world.

"What dya think?" you asked looking to Van hopefully, smiling when you saw the peaceful, far away look in his eyes.

"A think I could stay here for the rest of me life," he smirked dropping his bag down on the floor.

He turned slowly in the center of the room and looked around, from the lamp hanging down from the ceiling, to the half melted candles on the table and in the windowsill.

The bed which was made and stacked with blankets.

"Good," you said biting down a smile of your own as you wandered back to the doorway where you leant in the frame and lit up a cigarette.

You were gazing out into the forest, out at the lake, all the shades of earthy greens and the warm sunlight through the trees. It was a long way from your little shared flat in Manchester. You were a long way from home.

But when Van came up behind you and pinched your cig from your fingers, you felt at home.

"Wanna go for a swim?" you asked looking out at the lake, the still water, the peaceful scene you wanted to melt into.

"Won't it be cold?" he asked, his frown familiar to you as he exhaled smoke and followed your gaze.

"Nah probably not," you lied wanting to get him in the water because you knew it would be good for him. It would be cleansing, and the shock of the cool water would be good for him too, it might release some of that serotonin he was lacking lately.

"Am trusting you y/n this had better not be a..."

"Oh get over yourself," you giggled swatting him away. Stunning him when you pulled your top over your head without thinking, stepping out of your jeans on the spot and abandoning them on the front step.

You turned to him with a smile and laughed at his stunned eyes, his jaw hanging slack.

"Shit... Y/n what're you doin?" he gasped, choking on the smoke of his cig as he tried to avert his gaze, blushing a deep shade of red, his eyes darting back to you only to dart away again immediately.

You let out a laugh, giggling away at his complete over reaction.

"Give over Van, it's only a bra!" you laughed, "thought you'd seen plenty of those by now!"

"A have but not..." he'd been going to say not yours, but when he realised how that would sound he stopped himself. Cut himself short and trailed off, knowing the only way out of this situation would be to pull his tshirt over his head and unbutton his jeans too.

Get you into that lake where he wouldn't be able to see you like that anymore.

Because you'd stunned him for more reasons than one.

You were gorgeous, he'd always thought you were his beautiful best friend but this was something different. Not only had the sight of you shocked him completely, but it had caught him off guard and he hadn't been expecting it to make him feel that way.

So he abandoned his clothes beside yours and ran down to the waters edge closely followed by you.

You hadn't been expecting him to jump off the bank the way he did but one second he was there and the next he was gone and his splash landed on your bare tummy and made you jump.

You gasped watching the space at the waters edge he had just occupied. Watching the ripples of water where he had disturbed the peaceful scene.

"Cmon then love!" he called out to you then, shaking his head, trying his best to hide his shivering, "hurry up!" he grinned as he wiped the water from his eyes.

You watched him with a smile of your own, knowing you were going to have to follow now. His body glistened as the water caught the sunlight, the hairs on his chest dark where they were wet. His pendent gleamed a honey shade of gold around his neck and as you followed the elegant silhouette of his neck to his jaw, your eyes lingered on his lips. They were dappled with water and with sunlight too, and when he licked his lips and grinned at you you could hardly breath. Hypnotised in a way you'd never been before, at least not by your best friend.

"Hurry up darlin," he teased you then splashing the water, laughing when you flinched and jumped back.

"Fine," you sighed dramatically, telling yourself to man up and follow him.

But you didn't have Vans naivety at your advantage, you knew how cold it would be, you knew the sharp shock that would hit you.

But one final look at Van encouraged you and you found yourself compelled to do it for him. To impress him. To be close to him.

You jumped from the same bank as he had and closed your eyes. And though you anticipated the shock of the water you still froze all the same, shrieking and giggling and gasping when you came up for air. You could feel your whole body shivering, but it was invigorating and you loved it and you felt the adrenaline rush you'd been hoping would light Vans spirits.

And then you felt a splash, a tidal wave hitting you in the face, water in your eyes shortly followed by vans laughter when you gasped and flinched again.

"What was that for?" you cried turning to him in search of vengeance.

"That," he said swimming towards you with one push of his arms, "was revenge for tricking me..." he grinned, "its fuckin freezing in here!" he cried then, his eyes really lit up, the flush in his cheeks from the cold the most colour you'd seen in his palor for awhile.

For the first time in forever he looked awake and alive and he didn't look fed up.

"I thought it would be warm!" you cried back in defense, trying to swim away from him only for him to grab your hand and tug you back, his arms wrapping around your waist beneath the surface, trapping your body against his.

You knew what was coming but you didn't have a chance to stop him.

You gasped just in time to take in a breath and brace yourself as he plunged you both underwater once more, laughing when you bobbed back to the surface, all your hair stuck to your face covering your eyes.

His long hair was just as bad as yours and as you reached out to one another trying to help eachother see once again, you both found yourselves giggling and splashing at one another, almost waging an all out water war before you settled.

"Dickhead," you smiled softly splitting Vans fringe down the middle to give him curtains as he pushed your hair back out of your face and tried to tuck some of it behind your ears.

"Knobhead," he smirked back, his hand lingering on your cheek long after he'd cleared your hair from your face.

"Am not," you pouted childishly, unable to hold back your grin when he immediately shot back.

"Are too!"

You smiled up at him, biting your lip, caught between insulting him or kissing him. A thought which had never occurred to you until now. Until that very moment. The two of you stood shoulder depth in the water, looking back at one another, drenched and dripping. His hand still lingering holding your cheek.

You placed your hand carefully on his chest, felt his heart beating beneath your palm.

Your breaths were shallow, the cold or something else you weren't entirely sure.

His breaths were shallow too.

Both of you moved as if hypnotised and when his lips met yours they almost surprised you. As if you hadn't noticed yourself leaning in.

But you had leant in, both of you had been drawn into one another, your lips meeting in the middle. The moment precious. His lips on yours warm. His hand remained, caressing your cheek, yours remained pressed to his chest feeling the rhythm of his beating heart.

The lake was peaceful, the breeze in the trees soft and whispering as you pulled away, your lips lingering for a second or two as you hesitated. Neither of you wanting to break the connection. Both of you a little surprised.

You splashed him again with a cheeky smile, not sure why you felt the need to break the moment like that, not sure how he was going to respond until you felt cold water spray across your back as you tried to swim away.

You kicked your legs but he caught your ankle and dragged you back towards him. This time though, instead of dragging you beneath the surface with the weight of him, he picked you up, held you bridal style and threatened to throw you, but something in his eyes told you actually you were safe.

When he looked down at you he had a warm but wicked light in his eyes.

"Where dya think you're goin love?" he asked, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. The water which had gathered in his hair dripped down onto your chest and made you shiver, his smile only growing when he bundled you closer to his chest.

"Nowhere," you said, trying to play innocent as he began to push through the water back to the bank.

He set you down on the ground carefully, smoothing his hands down over your bare arms. Hugging you closer, longer, tighter than he ever had before.

He let his fingers trail down your back tenderly, the pattern he made a little tickly as he nuzzled into your hair, his nose brushing your cheek. You felt your heart beating faster, harder as his movements became softer and softer, more careful, more tender, more purposeful by the second.

He trailed his fingers back up your arm, stroking your shoulder softly, his lips brushing your cheek as he stepped closer, his feet either side of yours, his hips brushing yours. The pull between you staticy and warm.

You were frozen in the moment, completely captivated by him as he trailed kisses down over your jaw and your neck, then your shoulder. His fingers knocked your bra strap down, then he took your cheek in his hand and guided your lips back up to his where he kissed you again, slower this time. His lips moved purposefully against yours, slow, heavy kisses which felt needy, which drew you in. Which left you breathless, your head spinning.

You hadn't said a word to one another to confirm that things had changed between you but you could pinpoint the exact moment they had.

His kissed you harder, his hands smoothing down your back, tugging your hips in towards his, his fingers toying with the clasp on the back of your bra.

You were both cool and slippery from the water, your hair dripping with lakewater just like his, your touch on his body wet just as his on yours was too. But the pull between you was warm and irresistible and as he kisses you harder you felt yourself weakening, wanting to give in and melt beneath him completely.

The two of you sank down onto the bank, the mossy earth soft beneath your body as he pushed you down into the grass, his body hovering above yours as he looked down at you eyes full of admiration.

Hed been your best friend for years but now you were closer than you'd ever been before.

You let him drag your wet underwear down over your thighs, didn't mind when he discarded it to dry on a low hanging tree branch.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down too, longing to feel his naked body pressed against yours.

You didn't know where this heat had come from, this desire this need. To touch him and be touched by him.

But you felt it deep inside you then and you knew you couldn't wait.

You were alone together now, both of you feeling all this together now.

You didn't want to wait.

You locked lips with him once more, tugging on the tufts of hair at the bottom of his neck, guiding him closer to you, bucking your hips up against his.

"Van please..." you whispered against his lips, "Need you," you said, voice shallow and breathy as he ran his fingers between your legs and realised just how badly that was true.

His smiled against your kisses his lips brushing your ears as he spoke in a soft, low voice.

"Good," he grinned, "need you too," he said, his forehead resting against yours as you felt him spread your legs and enter you slow and careful. You gasped as you felt yourself stretching, the deeper he sank into you the stronger the relief. A blissful moment of union as he pushed and found a comfortable place inside you.

You moaned, bucking your hips up to his needily, looking up at him with all this love in your eyes. Love you saw mirrored in his as he stroked your cheek gently and began to move in and out of you slowly. His thrusts were tender and teasing at first, him making the most of every wave of pleasure you had to offer. Just being inside you like that was a comfort to him, a stress relief and it felt just as good for you. Just as much of a relief.

Your breaths grew heavy as he moved in and out of you, as your lips brushed over his and his thrusts became messier. He reached for your hand, holding it above your head, lacing your fingers with his, his long lashes fluttering as he looked down at you in awe.

He loved you, he didn't say it out loud but he knew it when he looked at you. You knew it when you looked at him.

And when you came you came together, your legs squeezing tight around his waist as you bucked your hips in slow, intimate waves, sending him over the edge as he watched your body shuddering beneath his.

You collapses together in the grass, breathless and overwhelmed, the pleasure sending waves of relaxation through your bodies, your muscles and your minds blissing out as you both lay together trying to catch your breath.

He kissed your cheek, standing, leaving you cold for a moment when he stood up and disappeared, leaving your heart to sink but only for a second until he returned with a blanket for each of you.

He wrapped one around his shoulders and sat leaning against a tree trunk, opening his arms for you to crawl into where he wrapped another blanket around you and then pulled you back to rest against his chest.

He placed a kiss to your shoulder wordlessly, then another and another trailing them back up your neck to your lips and when he pulled away he held your gaze with the most serious look in his eyes.

"You're me best friend y/n," he said, "but you're also a hell of a lot more than that to me too..." he said kissing your cheek, his hand finding yours again. He played with your fingers as you looked up at him, your lip caught between your teeth.

"You're a lot more than just me best friend too Van," you said, smiling to finally say it out loud.

You turned away again, eyes watching the sunset over the water. The lake lit oranges and pinks, clementine shades of evening dancing as the breeze shivered the surface.

Van stroked your hand with his thumb.

"Promise me somet," he said, his nose tickling your cheek as he leant in to whisper in your ear.

"Uhuh,"

"Promise its you an me against the world from now on..."

"Van," you said with a touched, sentimental smile. You raised his hand to your lips and pushed a kiss to his palm, "it always was."

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[storiesbyrhi]

I deadass thought I couldn't change my AO3 username hahaha. Anyway. I've updated it to match mine here. Consistency makes me happy.

You'll find Eddie Munson, Bucky Barnes, and Van McCann reader insert fanfics there!

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[vangoddamn]

Masterlist

Just a lil update of the old Masterlist 😉 Always updating the one in my bio so if in need just check that one out for all my posts xx em

Van:

Every other emotion- Promt: could you write maybe something where van and the reader are competetive, alomost like they hate each other but they’re too stubborn to admit themselves that they have feelings for ech other? Warning: Swearing, kinda fluffy at the end, minor sexual 

It’s nice to see you too - y/m has a soft spot for nature. Van has kittens. Oh yeah their neighbours too…….. :0

Hey stranger- When work tires y/n out so much she accidentily falls asleep on a stranges shoulder. Missing her stop and far away from home what does she do?

Suprise! - It’s christmas and y/m feels as if she’s getting a cold. Van drags her out to play in snow…oops

Christmas p1- Cozy christmas vibes Warning: smut ;)

Christmas p2- Buying crimbo gifts with Van :)) Super fluffy!!

Blind dates suck - Y/m has been single a while and so her friend sets up a ‘blind date’, just so happens it’s with Van!  

Coming home - Van and the lids have been away on tour and y/m throws a coming home party! Warning: smut ;)

I told you -y/n gets a tattoo and waits until Van gets home to show him. He shows her how much he likes it… Warning: Smut ;)

Longshot - Y/n reminiscing and thankful she’s still with Van after all the touring and stuff. 

I’d like that- Request: could you possibly do one where y/n is also famous and she meets van at a festival or something and he had a crush on her so they end up hanging out and eventually going out together

Extra lessons- Van helps y/n learn to kiss lol

Lemon world- Request: the reader is introverted and enjoys classical music and those calm stuffs while Van is extroverted and had a taste completely different from hers, and that they are trying hard to like each other taste??

Kiss away my tears- Van kissing y/n’s tears away, y/n gets into a heated argument with someone. Van, picks up y/n and carries/ them out of the room before anyone gets hurt.Warning: hints towards sex

Intertwined - summer vibes in Llandudno, teen Van and y/n coping in the weather :)

Night night- Van gets locked out of his house while his family is gone, so they spend the night at y/n’s place.Warnings- fluffy teen Van at his finest!

Maybe I McCann - Request: Y/n at her graduation with Van.

You make it easy - Request: Quarantine fic!!

Sleepover - Request:staying over at teen van’s house for the first time.

Resolutions are bad - y/n makes a new years resolution, van makes it hard for her to keep.

You’re so perfect- Vans 28th Birthday special!! Warnings: Smut

Road Trip -  Van + y/n + car = road-trip

NSFW Alphabet - WARNING: Smut

Thirst Trap - Requested: Dating would include..

Bite me - 34, 35, 36 - smut September Warnings: Smut

Go slow - Requested: losing ur virginity to van Warnings: smut

Broken legs and love hearts - Van broke his leg and is laid up with a cast. Y/n is sitting next to him, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up.

Bondy:

Into my arms p1 - Y/n has had a long day at work and all she can think of is bondy. Super duper soft!!

Into my arms p2 -Warning: smut, smut, smut oh also smut

Into my arms p3- Warning: more smut (it’s gettin hot in here) cause why not?

Bedhead- Y/n is feeling low and Bondy is there to help her. Fluffy and cute <3

Doll It’s Italy - Going to Itlay with Bondy, lots of cute moments, kind of like a one shot first day there kind of thingy bob!

Quarantine Shenaningans- Request: Bondy Quarantine fic! <3 Warnings: Smut

Pour your heart out- Requested: Dating Bondy would Include..

Impatient - 18, 41 smut September Warnings: Smut/dom kink

Benji:

Cutie patootie - Request: Dating would include..

Take care of me - Meeting up with Benji and you’ve got the snuffles <3

Bob:

Confessions - Request: Falling in love and trying to confess your love. 

Missing you - Picking Bob up from the airport<3

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[slitherofgold]

Wicked highs~ Van Mccann imagine

“Shut up”, you giggled, as Van leaned over and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It was a Sunday night, and although you were supposed to be working tomorrow, Van had suggested you call in sick, as he was home from tour and wanted to spend some time with you. You weren’t dating as such, but you were good friends, and with that came a few benefits. In fact, you had slept together several times, and it was always time well wasted with him- especially when he bought weed. 

You scooted onto Van’s lap, joint in hand, and took a hit. He looked at you, obviously stoned, and bit his lip. “I love the way you look when you smoke”, he rambled. You blew the smoke out onto his face, and he deeply inhaled, taking in the drug. Then he stole the joint from your hand and placed it down in the ashtray. You pouted your lip, annoyed that he was ruining the fun. But all he did was look hungrily into your eyes, craving you, after being on tour for so long. There was no way in hell you were gonna give in just yet, where would the fun in that be?

You slowly began to grind your hips against Van, happy with the ever-growing boner Van was beginning to get. He let out a groan, gripping your hips hard. “You’re such a tease”, he said, his voice hoarse.  He attacked your neck with kisses, paying special attention to your sweet spot. You threw you head back, holding in a moan, as you continued to grind on Van. Then so daringly, he licked your throat so painfully slow, from the base of your throat to your parted lips. “Two can play at that game”, he said inches from your lips, his eyebrows raised as if proposing a challenge. Fine, challenge accepted. 

You slowly got up and walked away to the kitchen, not looking back. You grinned to yourself, knowing that this would get him riled, considering that your skirt had risen revealing the right amount of ass. As you leaned against the counter nonchalantly checking your phone, you felt Van approach you from behind. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” He said, taking your phone and putting it in his pocket. “You can’t just leave me like that, especially since I haven’t had you in months.”

“Well, that’s a shame. But unlike you, I’m sure I could live without”. You turned and took a step closer towards him,  and began to trace your hands under his shirt, running them daringly up and down his stomach. 

“Are you sure about that?”  He breathed out, as he leaned down to kiss you. “Cause I’m not sure you are.” Suddenly his lips crashed against yours, and you both finally gave in to your temptations. You wrapped your hands around Van’s neck, drawing him closer, you wanted him- you needed him. With his free hand, he teasingly trailed it up your leg, inching closer and closer to your heat. You bit his lip in frustration, hoping he’d take the hint. He bit your lip right back, but willingly moved his hand, rubbing circles over your clit. Van smiled into the kiss, not only in appreciation for your moans but also for the warm wet mess he had found. Without warning, he moved away your panties and slipped in his finger, eliciting another moan from your lips. He moved his lips away from yours and attacked your neck again, giving you the pleasure that you had longed for for months. He slipped in another finger, and you almost thought your knees would buckle from all the attention your body was getting, it was a feeling of pure ecstasy.

 As you felt yourself becoming undone, Van suddenly stopped. You huffed, annoyed that Van had stopped, wanting more and needing to finish.  He slowly leaned into your ear, his hand still resting on your heat, as he whispered“ I think I won”. 

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Hey guys, another small (and slightly smutty) fic for you to read randomly at 2am. Lols, I really hope you liked it cause- although I love writing- I cringe so hard when writing smut. I legit have no idea what I’m writing about half the time. Anyway stay safe, love you allllll :)

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