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godlyvan · 7 years

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01 | DREAMING OF YOU

Anonymous said: “fic based on 'dreaming of you' by cigarettes after sex? doesn't have to be heavily linked but about the general plot of the song? maybe u meet van at a bar/coffeeshop/etc that u both frequent, he sees ya around a lot before he gets the nerve to talk to u/ vice versa”

summary | van can’t stop staring at y/n, and she loses something and he tries to give it back, but it’s too late. he begins to think about her all the time, which isn’t always a good thing.

warnings | a little smutty, swearing.

a/n | this is probably my favorite songfic at the moment. to the anon that requested this - i hope you like it. i hope it does justice to your vision. enjoy, and carry on.

He didn’t notice he was staring until Benji brought him out of his daydream-like state. He didn’t pay attention to anything the boys had been saying. They had seen talking about getting drinks, not that Van knew that. Van saw the girl get up from her seat, dropping something in the midst. She walked away from it without realizing it was gone. He quickly walked to grab it, following where she was heading off too. “Miss! Excuse me! You’ve dropped this.”

But it was too late, she rode off in a cab, smiling with the girl who sat next to her in the back. He held onto her compact mirror in his hand, slipping it into his jacket pocket. He walked back slowly to the group of boys that sat at the table outside, taking his seat back in his chair. “Who’re ya chasing down mate? Seems important.”

“What? Uh - nobody. She’s nobody, random lady dropped her makeup thing. Was just gonna return it.” Van shrugged, and the boys kept on talking. They talked about everything that was on their minds, always looking over at Van to check on him. He was void of any emotions, as far as they could see. He was too busy thinking about the beautiful woman he had seen, the one who dropped her compact on the ground.

They soon went home after Van declared he was just feeling a bit ill, and that it was nothing at all. But it was something. It was that woman. Her hair lay flush against her shoulders, her eyes a wondrous color of brown. Which made him wonder if she loved her eyes. He had girl friends who’d hated their brown eyes for reasons that seemed so.. silly. He wondered what reason she would’ve given if she didn’t adore them.

He fell asleep that night, thinking of ways to find her again. He knew it’d be next to impossible, seeing as he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He thought about her hands and the way she looked when she smiled. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen a long time, and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy to forget her.

The snow fell outside, littering the ground all day long. By the end of the night there was a decent four feet of snow. Her eyes lit up, rushing outside with barely any clothes on. Van, of course, followed closely behind, wearing nothing but his boxers. They quickly packed snowballs, throwing them at each other with such ferocity, Van thought she was trying to take off his head. Laughter filled the air between them, both giggling like school children.

“Van! Let’s build a snowman!” And so they did, building a little family. They were laughing until they realized how cold they had become, quickly pushing each other into the house. They covered up in three sweatshirts each, four pairs of sweatpants, and four pairs of socks. The cuddled up on the couch, snuggling under two comforters.

“We should’ve thought that through, honestly, but I love you anyways.”

“I love you too.”

He woke up in a cold sweat, looking around the room for his alarm clock. 2:37AM is what it read. He shook the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up before pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He walked to the bathroom, flickering on the lights before using the toilet. He washed his hands, looking in the mirror before splashing water on his face. “God, I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

He went back to sleep, bringing the covers up under his neck. He breathed out, trying to fall back asleep right away was not in his favor. He looked at his alarm clock again, seeing it was now 2:46, almost ten minutes later. He stared up at the ceiling, going through scenarios in his mind before peacefully drifting off to sleep.

Her light pink colored gown glittered under the lights. Van’s hand entwined with hers, as well as on her hip. Her head lay rested on his shoulder, humming along to the tune of Colbie Caillat and Jason Mraz. Cliche, yes, but somehow a timeless song of love and affection. Van didn’t like it, not one bit, but he absolutely adored the way she hummed along and swore when she messed up the lyrics. His laughter filled the space when she wasn’t humming, the strands of her hair tickling his chin. “Your hairs tickling my face, doll.”

“Sorry, Ryan, but my hair does what it wants.” Soon, the pair left, walking back to their car before heading home. There was obvious tension between them, Van holding her hand while driving back to their home. It was quiet upon entering before she spoke up while getting undressed in their bedroom. “Could you unzip my dress, please?”

His cold fingers grazed against her back, letting her know he was going to start. He unzipped the back of her dress, slipping the straps down her shoulders, kissing the back of her neck while doing so. She let the dress fall to the floor, feeling his hands lay on her hips. His lips danced along her neck, up the contours of her neck. His fingertips lightly traced up from her hips to her cheeks, their color tinting to a light rose. Her lips parted slightly, gasping as his fingertips unclasped her bra, quickly replacing the fabric that covered her breasts with his hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her hand gripped his upper thigh, making Van let out a quiet curse word. “I need you,” she whispered into the air, only loud enough for the pair to hear.

She turned around, the breaking of contact making Van whine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips up to his. Van’s hands went to the small of her back, the feeling of his skin on hers making both of them go crazy. Her hands found themselves tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan, separating their lips. She looks into his eyes, before assisting him in taking off his shirt and pants.

Now, both only in their underwear, they moved to his bed, her body lying underneath his. She moved her legs, letting Van fall in between them. He stared into her eyes, falling deeper and deeper into them. His lips went back to hers, his hands cupping her cheeks. Her hands placed themselves on his hips, pulling his body down onto hers as his tongue glided across her bottom lip. Her lips moved from his lips to the contours of his jaw, down his neck, landing on his collarbone. Small whimpers left his lips, his eyebrows furrowing.

As her lips leave open-mouthed kisses along the whole length of his collarbone, her hand works its way down his torso, playing with the hem of his boxers. She ran the tips of her fingers along the outline of his cock, making him buck his hips into her hands. He became almost impatient, more whimpers making their way into the air. She smiled, into his neck, kissing his sweet spot gently. “Please do something, baby.”

***

Van was back at the restaurant again. Sitting in the same spot, with the compact in his jacket pocket again. Did he honestly believe he was going to see her again? No, but he had hoped in his mind that somehow she would show up and marry him on the spot. He looked around, hoping to find those same brown eyes he had, in some way, fallen for. But he hadn’t seen her.

They ordered a round of drinks, also getting the food they ordered. Van ate as usual, Larry and Bondy taking a long time due to their never ending discussion about how fun the next tour will be. Van laughed along, as Bob imitated Bondy’s ramblings. Van hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings, so he didn’t notice her walk in, and sit down at a different table, wearing a light blue dress, matched with the same color heels. She sat with four of her friends, staring out into the night sky. Van’s breath caught in his throat, the boys looking at him again. “You okay, Van?”

“I’ve gotta do something. Be right back.” Van got up from his chair, walking swiftly over to the table of ladies. “Excuse me, you dropped your compact the last time you were here, but you left before I could give it back to you.”

“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, been looking for this for a couple months. Could I buy you a drink to say thank you?”

“I’d much rather take you to dinner…?”

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

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