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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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Intro

🐇Chapter One🍎

🌹Chapter Two🔪

🍬Chapter Three🪽

🐇Chapter Four🍎

🌹 Chapter Five🔪

🍬Chapter Six🪽

🐇Chapter Seven🍎

🌹Chapter Eight🔪

🍬Chapter Nine🪽

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hourglass (van mccann)

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

wattpad

word count: 1.1K (exactly!)

warnings: swearing, hints towards sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[your-divine-ribs]

Heat

Words: 3.4k

Summer holiday balcony sex // it’s really dirty ☀️❤️☀️

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It's hot. That cloying kind of heat that clings to you like a stifling blanket, the air thick with a choking mugginess that makes it hard to settle and impossible to sleep.

You elongate your limbs in a feline stretch as you roll over in bed, causing your boyfriend's hand which had been draped over your hip to fall away. You'd normally be pressed up tightly against him as you slept but you'd naturally pulled apart tonight, so hot and sticky that you couldn't bear the additional warmth of each other's body heat.

You're both naked, having shed every layer to try and find respite from the unrelenting heatwave but it's inescapable. You toss and you turn, the thin linen sheets sticking to your clammy skin, cursing the fact that the air conditioning unit in your holiday apartment had decided to pack up working tonight of all nights. Just when the punishing temperatures had risen to a unprecedented peak, transforming the balmy nights into something wholly unbearable.

A breeze whispers into the room through the open balcony doors, it's still warm but it's a tiny reprieve and you instinctively rise up from the bed, turning towards the source. Van stirs on the bed at your movement but he doesn't wake, he just lets out a soft snore through his slightly parted lips, his long limbs spread-eagled out on the crumpled sheets. You take a moment to admire him, the way the silvery glow of the moonlight catches his striking features, the light sheen of sweat glistening on his naked skin. You consider climbing back on to the bed to rouse him from the depths of sleep with a few strategically placed kisses, but again you feel the tantalising Mediterranean breeze caressing your skin and the temptation for relief from the humid atmosphere in the apartment bedroom is just too strong.

The night is quiet save for the distant muted sounds of late-night revellers spilling out of bars on the main strip. You'd purposely booked this apartment complex a few streets away from the hustle and bustle, favouring a quieter spot tucked away, an idyllic slice of Iberian paradise where the two of you could kick back and reconnect after your busy lifestyles had taken their toll.

You step forward but hesitate on the threshold when you realise that you've not picked up your silk robe to wrap around your naked frame, but then in an uncharacteristic rush of boldness you shuffle forwards anyway. A thrill sparks in you as you quickly glance around, surveying the quiet neighbouring apartments shrouded in darkness. It doesn't look like there's any signs of life, but that's not to say that another guest won't see you out here, completely naked, standing on your apartment balcony, bold as brass. You giggle quietly to yourself. You're certainly not a prude but it's not at all like you to be so daring. There's just something about the idea that someone might catch sight of you like this that's kind of turning you on. Not to mention that it feels totally liberating.

Emboldened by your braveness you step even further out, placing your hands on the railing and looking out into the night. It's a beautiful view in the daytime but somehow it's even more breathtaking now, almost magical the way that the luminescence from the moon's glow coats everything in a silvery lustre. Crickets chirrup in the grasses below you, palms sway gently in the breeze and the pool water below shifts lazily like cascading sequins.

"Bloody 'ell! What you doing out 'ere starkers?"

Van's shocked voice suddenly cuts through the peaceful quiet, making you jump. You hadn't even realised that he'd woken up. You whirl around quickly, instinctively covering yourself with your hands even though you're not usually shy around him.

"I was just getting a bit of air... it's too hot to sleep. I... forgot my robe..."

You can see his lips quirk up into a smile as his eyes trail down over your nakedness. "I'm not complaining love... just wasn't expecting it, that's all. I didn't have you pegged as an exhibitionist!"

He folds his hands across his chest, leaning back against the door frame, still appraising you.

"I'm not!" You protest, giggling, letting your hands fall to your sides to allow Van's eyes to roam over all of you. Predictably they do.

"Really? So you're not out here flashing the neighbours then? You'll give that old guy we saw round the pool earlier a heart attack if ya not careful!"

You allow him a mischievous grin, pushing your shoulders back as you rest an elbow on the railing to lean against it. It's a casual pose even though you feel anything but, worrying that Van's loud voice might draw attention to you both up here. He's naked too, although he'd be partially hidden from prying eyes by his proximity to the apartment doorway. You, however, would be on full display.

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper, still giggling. "No one's out here to see anyway. And I'm definitely not an exhibitionist... not like you!"

His eyes widen as he presses a hand against his chest. "Me? Never!"

"Yes you," you smirk back at him. "What was that in the pool earlier? 'Oh whoops, my trunks seem to have just slipped off!' Yeah, right!"

You indicate the water below you, replaying the humorous scene in your mind from earlier when Van was bragging about his diving skills and had pleaded with you to watch him. How he'd plunged into the pool skilfully only to surface moments later holding aloft his swimming trunks that had somehow become completely separated from his body. The gasps of surprise from two middle-aged ladies who undoubtedly got an eyeful as Van had whirled his trunks around his head proudly whilst you'd captured the whole hilarious incident on camera.

"I told you those trunks were too big when ya bought 'em for me," he sniggers.

You shake your head, trying to stifle more laughter. "Bloody liar... they fit perfectly. You just love getting your kit off in public. Reckon you get a kick out of it."

Van pushes his body off from the doorframe, taking a step towards you. "Says the girl standing out here with not a stitch of clothing on for all the world to see..."

You straighten up to lean with your lower back against the railings as he approaches, looking up at him with a glimmer of a challenge in your eye. "Well... you're not exactly fully dressed, are you?"

He comes to a stop just inches away, looking down on you. "Maybe we're both as bad as each other then." His hands move forward simultaneously to grip the railings on either side of your hips, caging you in. Your breath catches as he presses his body forward and your hips meet. "Maybe we're both turned on by the risk... the thought that someone could catch us at it... the thought that someone could be watching us right now..."

His whispered words take that low and sultry tone he uses when he's trying to seduce you, and boy does it work. You stay quiet, looking up at him through your lashes, purposefully coyly as he moves a hand to catch your jaw, wrapping his fingers only gently around your throat. Your pulse quickens.

"I think maybe you'd quite like that... am I right?"

"It does kinda turn me on," you admit, pressing your pelvis forward to lightly grind against him, the unmistakable feeling of his stiffening cock setting off a glow of heat at the apex of your thighs. "But we can't do anything out here... there's no way. Anyone could see..."

Even as the words leave your mouth you're aware that they carry no conviction. You're already flicking through scenarios of what might happen, imagining his hot breath panted against your skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he spread them wide and took you right here and now for the whole world to see if they cared to look.

"We can do whatever we like babe," he breathes, lips hovering just inches above yours as he leans over you, pressing your body back against the railings so it arches up towards him. "I could turn you around right now and have you over this balcony if you wanted me to. Fuck into you nice and slow and deep, make you moan out loud for me so everyone knows just how good it feels. Would you like that, huh?"

"Oh my god," you gasp, arousal pooling between your thighs as he pushes his hips against you even harder, his now hard cock trapped between your two bodies. The stickiness of the heat just makes everything seem more charged, the slickness from your combined sweat creating a delicious slippery friction between you.

"Come on love," he urges, his fingers flexing around your throat, squeezing firmly enough to give that pressure you crave, tempting you further. "Wanna fuck you so bad... right here, right now."

It's shameless, the effect he has on you. The way your body reacts almost autonomously to his attentions. You're insatiable for him and he's only too eager in his mission to try and sate you, the perfect partners in crime. With no further encouragement you're already twisting your body, letting him spin you around so your hips are now pushed firmly against the hard metal, prone against it as he slides a foot against one of yours, nudging your legs wide apart. There's a small ledge that you've stepped up to balance on, bringing you up to the perfect height to be aligned with him.

His hands skate over your hips, curling around them, tightening their grip as he pulls you back to grind against him. Your skin's so hot, on fire, burning with the same feverish desire that's simmering between your thighs.

"Van..." you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, feeling the sharp jut of his hips. "Need you..."

His lips go to your neck, sucking hot, wet kisses, his teeth nipping at your skin with a pressure that makes you gasp. "I'm here baby... I got you."

One of his hands snakes forward from your thighs, the roughness of his calloused fingers brushing against your folds, making you shudder. He's in no mood to tease tonight, two of his skilful fingers easing straight into you knuckle deep, twisting and scissoring inside you, working you open for him.

"You're so wet for me already," he mutters into the skin of your neck. "Is this what it does to you eh? The thought that someone could be out there, watching us?"

"Yeah," you whimper needily, your hands tightening their grip on the metal railings as he pushes his fingers even deeper inside, seeking that heavenly spot that makes you mewl for him.

"You dirty girl," he chuckles throatily, thrusting his fingers in and out, again and again, sliding so easily against your slick heat, your knees knocking against the balcony wall. "We'll give 'em something to watch then shall we?"

God, how you love the feel of his fingers inside of you. They're so long and slender, and he knows how to use them so well. How to angle them just right to make you clench around him, when to add another digit, the precise curve to curl them at to make your legs shake. You're already moaning softly for him when all of a sudden he withdraws them, making you whine from the loss of fullness for a second until they're replaced by the head of his cock, velvety smooth and hard as rock, begging for entrance.

He mutters your name as his thick shaft nudges into you. He feels so big in this position it almost feels like he could split you in two. You bite down hard on your lip to stifle a choked cry, tasting something metallic. He pushes into you with purpose, filling you up until you're sure you can feel him in your stomach.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck," you hiss, loving the burn of the stretch, knowing that after this you'll be able to feel him for days. He stills inside you, letting you become accustomed as your walls clench and flex around him, his body curved tightly over yours, enveloping you.

"Feels so good... so perfect... you're so fucking tight babe," he utters, his mouth hot on the skin of your shoulder, his teeth sinking lightly into your flesh as he pulls his hips back and sinks into you again.

His thrusts are slow and languid, unhurried and precise, a throaty groan emanating from him each time he bottoms out. It feels blissful but you crave something darker and more urgent, desire dulling your usual hesitance, the notion of being taken roughly in this most compromising of positions chasing away your inhibitions.

"Fuck me hard... please," you beg, elongating your neck to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder, bracing your body for what's to come.

"Oh babe," he growls into your neck, fingers digging harder into your hips as he draws back to thrust into you again. "I'll fuck you so hard everyone in this apartment block's gonna know my name by morning."

His hips suddenly piston against you with force, a choked whine bursting from you from the impact, your own hips knocking harshly against the railings. It feels so good, so raw, so fierce. One of his hands darts up to curl around your throat, pinning you up tightly against his body, the other slips down to rub messy circles around your clit.

The muggy heat of the night is oppressive and thick, your bodies drenched with sweat. You're trapped between his rutting hips and the unrelenting metal railings, gripping on to them for dear life as he takes control of your body, on display for anyone who might care to look up on this most beautiful clear and cloudless night. The sky's deep ink with an array of softly twinkling stars, like diamonds have been scattered across black velvet.

Your body jolts each time he pounds into you, the stillness of the night punctuated by his gravelly grunts of exertion and the slap of his sweat soaked hips colliding with yours. His strokes get deeper, harder when you beg him keenly for more.

"Oh god yeah... just like that," you whimper, unable to stem your sounds of pleasure, your tits bouncing as he slams into you, your mind fracturing as his cock butts up against your g spot with blissful precision over and over.

He knows you're close already, he can feel the tell-tale tremors in your body, the way your cunt clenches tightly around his cock, milking his own oncoming high. You're both lost in each other, minds fogged over with how good it feels, unmindful of where you are, and how public it is, and how fucking loud you're both being.

"Ah fuck... ‘m gonna come... can't hold on," he groans, his fingers flicking quick, slippery strokes over your sweet spot, your hips grinding back into his pelvis each time he slams into you. You're chasing your orgasm, desperate and needy as you feel a spark of white hot pleasure ignite deep down in your core.

And then it's too much all at once, his tightened grip on your throat, the feel of him hot and hard and pulsing inside you, his impassioned groans in your ear as he lets himself go. You feel something stretch taut and snap in an explosion of shuddering bliss, your knees going weak as he secures you tightly against his body, fucking up into you with a few final thrusts as you feel his release spurting deep inside.

He slumps heavily against you, heart thundering against your spine as your head hangs between your shoulders, panting whilst you catch your breath.

"Jeez, it's so fucking hot," he breathes out heavily, pressing a kiss to the damp, sticky skin of your shoulder. "Feel like I'm gonna pass out after that."

"Tell me about it, I feel so faint... and I think my legs are gonna give way in a minute!"

You laugh shakily, feeling him start to soften inside as he pulls out, the warm trickle of his seed immediately coating the inside of your thighs.

"Ughh I need a shower so bad," you add, turning around in his arms to reach up and plant a small kiss on his jaw, then his cheek, then his full lips which are pulled into the widest, cheekiest grin. "You certainly look happy with yourself," you observe, smiling back, draping your hands over his shoulders to support yourself on your shaky legs.

"Of course I'm happy, I'm on holiday with my gorgeous girlfriend, I'm having the best time, life's pretty much perfect right now..." he pauses, his smile getting even wider and more mischievous, his eyebrows dancing upwards in amusement. "And... even better... I've just discovered another one of your kinks."

"What the hell you talking about?" You giggle, trying to inch Van back into the privacy of your apartment after your wanton display out here on the balcony, your shyness trickling back as the heat of passion subsides.

"Fucking in public places," he announces proudly and loudly, yelping as you slap your hand hard against his bare chest, urging him to "shhhh be quiet, will you?"

"I knew it," he continues, undeterred as you both stumble back into the airless apartment. He catches hold of your hand and starts tugging you towards the bathroom. "I knew you had a thing for it! When you dragged me off to the toilets at that party at Benji's the other night you were like a bloody wild animal!"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh I hardly had to drag you... you were well up for it."

"I'm sure everyone knew what we were up to," he chuckles as you both make for the shower, bare feet slapping on the tiled floor. He reaches in and twists the tap, sighing at the relief of the cool water which quickly cascades down on you both as you quickly step in. "And I'm always up for it with you... and I gotta admit, it is a proper rush doing it in risky places. Like the thrill of someone catching you at it just makes it a million times hotter."

"That's exactly it!" You agree, then you bite back a shy giggle, your cheeks glowing with embarrassment. "And I know it sounds really weird, but it kinda turns me on thinking that someone could be watching us... like secretively... oh god now I've said it, it sounds well bad!"

You raise your hands up quickly to hide your scarlet cheeks which are glowing furiously but Van quickly pulls them away, his eyes widening in delighted surprise. "You're a proper kinky bitch you are Y/N! It's all coming out now!"

"Oh my god, I can't believe I just admitted that!" You drop your head down, laughing, embarrassed, but Van won't let you hide away, his hands cupping your cheeks, tipping your face upwards.

"No... no... don't be shy, I love it!" He grins, shaking his head, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know, we still have six days left of this holiday... and who knows what mischief we could get up to." His hands curl around your hips as he manoeuvres you in the small shower cubicle until your back's pressed up against the tiles, an exaggerated thoughtfulness on his features as you can see the cogs turning in his mind. "There's the swimming pool, and those little beach huts... and the actual beach of course... I've always wanted to shag on the beach. There's those sand dunes along that stretch behind the apartments..."

You laugh, scrunching up your face as your thoughts go to an awkward fumble with an ex on a beach in Devon years ago. "You don't want to shag on the beach... trust me... the sand... it gets everywhere!"

Then you're both laughing out loud, blurting out ridiculous places, each one more daring and impractical than the last, trying to outdo each other as you wash away the heat of the night.

Did anyone catch the reference to this moment? 😂

[catb-fics]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bkybln3lNZI/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet

The selfie? The slipover? Peak horny Ryan if you ask me 🤣 pre-Van era

Crying at these omg 😂😂😂 X

[imwriting0verhere]

Van turns 32

“Come on babe, the lads are already waiting. I promise it will be just as fun..” you trail off as you make your way over to Van who’s sulking on your shared bed. You crawl onto the mattress and hover over him with your knees on either side of Van’s hips before you gently sit down. Leaning over him until your chest is flush with his back you start placing small pecks onto his exposed neck and back. Trying to appease him to follow your instructions and get dressed so you can celebrate his birthday with his friends and family down at your local pub. Van wasn’t really the type to make a big fuss of his birthday, and he’d much rather continue to just spend the day at home with you and forget about the rest of the world for a bit.

“I just need you though. I see the lids way too much as it is” he grumbles into the mattress, still not having any of this. So you trail your kisses further up his neck and onto his cheek, slightly moving his hair so you can have a better look at his face “Vaaan” you whine but also can’t help but chuckle at his sullen expression and hard headedness, a true Leo. “Babe I love you but this is silly now. I want to make this day at least a little bit special just for you. And I know your friends want to see you. Please let me do this” you give him your best puppy dog eyes and he’s turning his face towards you to fully see your expression. Not wanting to upset you, he huffs before slowly turning around onto his back with you still secure in his hold. He looks up at you for a few moments before he speaks “Fine, but on one condition” he narrows his eyes at you. You’re just excited that he’s finally given in to you spoiling him and making him feel extra special today. Unable to wipe the grin off your face “Anything” you tell him elated. Van slides his hands from around your waist lower until he’s grasping your bum with a hand on each side before saying “You let me take you home the minute I feel like it’s getting too much”. Leaning down so your face is only inches away from his you mumble an “Okay” before pressing a long kiss onto his lips to seal the deal.

Before Van can even comprehend what’s happening you get up from his lap and pull him along with you, leaving the bed abruptly so the two of you can finally leave the house and meet everyone for Van’s birthday party “Let’s go old man” you giggle as you only hear Van gasp.

———

You make your way into the pub hand in hand, and as soon as you two have been spotted, the guys pull Van into friendly hugs and congratulations. Giving you time to order a pint for you and him before you join the group at the table. Already gone is the sulking Van from just thirty minutes ago, now deeply involved in another bickering match with Larry.

“Nah, tell ‘em what you’ve got me babe!” he shouts and instantly puts his arm around your waist to pull you right next to him on the bench “Y/N/N’s got me the best gift anyways. Larry won’t believe me” Van directs towards you.

“Let’s hear it then, what did you buy him LarrBear?”

“These proper nice socks, look” and he holds up a new pair of baby blue and green striped socks.

“Yeah that’s proper shite Larry” you can’t help but laugh, Van joining in as soon as he sees Larry’s shocked face, offended after making such an effort to buy and gift wrap the item.

“Sorry mate, try again next year” Van’s still laughing softly, reaching over to place a soft kiss onto your forehead before turning back to his friend. “The missus got us new sunglasses. They’re proper class. Must’ve cost a fortune.” Van can’t help but to rile Larry up even more, expressing his gratitude for you at the same time.

“Well only the best for the best” you say with a smirk and place your chin on Vans shoulder, joining in on riling the other man up. Promoting Larry to grunt in annoyance at both of your smug faces.

“Children, what’s going on here then? Need I intervene?” Bondy shouts as him and Benji join the table and as soon as you hear his boisterous voice and see their two smirking faces you know you’re in for a long night. You take a sip of your pint and enjoy the new direction of conversation with the arrival of the two men.

The afternoon passes with more drinks and laughter, games get thrown into the mix and you can tell that Van is having the time of his life and enjoying himself. You’re so happy to see him relaxed and happy.

As you see Mary and Bernie walk through the door to join the lot for tea you already know this will be one of Van’s favourite birthdays and he’ll be so glad to have left your home earlier today.

“Happy birthday son” Bernie announces loudly as the pair walks towards your table and Van welcomes his parents with open arms. You let them have a little moment just the three of them as you know how close Van and his parents are. “Come join us love” Mary announces after a few minutes “You know you don’t have to keep your distance” she shoots you a friendly smile and beckons you over to her for a quick chat as father and son now join the rest of the lads.

“I know, thanks Mary” you give her a quick hug “I just wanted you to have a moment with your son. I get to see him every day” you smile at the older woman. She reciprocates it and warms your heart with what she says next “I know love, I can tell. He hasn’t been this happy and at ease in a long while. And it’s all because of you”. “I..I don’t know what to say. I just want the best for him” as you’re looking over at Van you feel overcome with love and pride for the man. It’s such a blessing to be with him and be loved by him, to know his family sees how much you adore him and how good you are for each other. Van has been such a fighter all his life, and it’s truly because of his parents and all that they’ve done that you can all come together today and celebrate him being in your lives.

“Alright kidda, let’s not get too sentimental. I don’t need to cry in front of this lot” Mary jokes and you see her wipe a stray tear away quickly. You feel exactly the same and try to compose yourself before sitting back down next to your boyfriend.

———

After devouring a hefty roast dinner including Vans favourite, Yorkshire puddings and some of his chocolate birthday cake, it’s getting late now and just as you’re wondering if you should ask Van if he’s ready to leave, you see him retract out of chatting with Bondy to place his hand on your thigh and move his face close to yours “I’m ready to go home my love, what’d ya think?” you hear him say into your ear. You look at his beautiful face and just give a slight nod “Let’s get out of here”.

You both bid your farewells in record time and as the group is shouting after you two to take care, Van grabs your hand and holds the door for you. But before you can get too far ahead he brings you into his chest and starts peppering your cheek and neck with sensual kisses. Van enjoys your reaction as you giggle before a quiet moan escapes you

“I love you so much. That was such a class day and all thanks to you” he mumbles into your skin before taking your face gently into his hands to look at you intently “I’d be absolutely lost without you darling”. You pull him into a kiss and hope that everything you feel for him is conveyed in that one passionate moment so he knows exactly how much he means to you. “I love you so much. Happy birthday my love, I’m so so happy you’ve enjoyed yourself today” and with that Van presses one last kiss onto your awaiting lips before he takes hold of your hand again and leads you up the road for the short walk home.

[homesickwhispers]

baby fever.

(Van X Reader.)

we all know life with a baby can be difficult sometimes…but it also can be fun and Van always seem to remind you of that.

fluff+request. 🌸

As I got home from grocery shopping, laughter drifted from the living room. My heart instantly warmed at the sound of my boys laughing together—it was the sweetest melody to my ears. I couldn’t wait to see them, so I hurried into the room, and the sight that greeted me was worth every second.

Van and our little boy were painting together. Van had bought and set him up a tiny canvas so he could mimic me, just like he did every time he watched me paint from his chair.

Van was wearing an old, paint-splattered shirt, the evidence of their fun clear in the colorful smudges from our boy’s tiny hands, which had somehow ended up all over Van’s arms and the fabric of his shirt.

But he didn’t seem to mind at all—he was completely lost in the moment, his eyes bright and his smile wide. They didn’t even notice me standing there until our little one shrieked, “Mama!”

“Hey, baby!” I laughed, my heart so full it could burst.

As I set the grocery bags down and moved closer, I couldn’t help but smile. “Having fun with dadda?”

“Always, love.” Van’s laughter filled the room, warm and rich, as he looked down at our boy, who was concentrating hard, his little fingers gripping a paintbrush with all the determination in the world.

“Look at you two,” I said, unable to hide my grin.

Van finally looked up, surprised but beaming. “Caught us red-handed—literally,” he chuckled, lifting his arm to show the bright splotches of blue and red that decorated his skin. Our boy squealed with laughter, his tiny hands clapping and sending droplets of paint everywhere.

“Red, blue, green—quite the masterpiece happening here,” I said, walking over and bending down to get a closer look at their creation. “What are we painting, sweetheart?”

Our boy’s eyes sparkled as he glanced between us. “Mama!” he proudly held up his tiny canvas, a mess of colors that was beautiful in its chaos. I could tell it had been a team effort, with Van’s brushstrokes gently guiding the little splashes of color.

“He’s quite the artist,” Van said softly, his gaze warm and full of love.

“Definitely my favorite one," I said, glancing down at our baby. His bright blue eyes, so much like Van’s, sparkled with excitement as he focused on his coloring. His hair, a soft, golden blonde, caught the light in a way that reminded me so much of his dad—it was like watching a little mirror image of Van under the sun.

"God, love, I birthed a mini you, didn’t I?" I laughed, settling down beside them to help our baby color. Van chuckled, glancing between the two of us.

“Guess he’s got the best of both of us,” Van said, smiling as he guided our little one’s hand along the page.

“You’re just being nice. He doesn’t have anything from me!”

"He does have a bit of your smile," Van said, glancing at our son, "and your cute nose, too."

"God, not my nose," I groaned, laughing.

Van shook his head, grinning. "I love your nose," he said, leaning in to kiss it softly.

Our son let out a happy squeal at the sight of us, clapping his little hands in excitement, and we both laughed.

"Calm down, champ," Van chuckled, ruffling his hair. "We can share her."

"Wait a minute, buddy, momma’s got you something.” I said, heading into our son’s room and grabbing a coloring book we hadn’t used yet. Returning to the living room, I handed it to him, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Look at these, champ!" Van said, flipping through the pages and showing him all the new pictures. Our little one’s face was pure joy as he eagerly picked a page to start on, his tiny hands grabbing a crayon with determination.

Van glanced up at me, as if sharing a little secret moment just between us. Whenever Van smiled I could see the same young man I fell in love with 7 years ago, and my heart would always drop at the sight.

Our son giggled, reaching up for both of us, his little hands waving as if trying to grab hold of the moment itself. I scooped him up and settled him on my lap, his tiny fingers already grabbing a crayon and drawing bright lines across the page.

Van watched us, his eyes soft, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "You know," he said, resting his arm around my shoulders, "I always hoped our little family would be something like this."

I looked up at him, feeling a rush of love that nearly took my breath away. "Me too," I whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

As if sensing the quiet moment, our son babbled something unintelligible but enthusiastic, looking up at us with wide, adoring eyes. Van laughed, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek, then one on mine. "Guess he’s got a lot to say, just like his mom."

I rolled my eyes and our son reached up, patting Van’s face with a paint-smeared hand, making us both laugh all over again.

"Look at this, bud!" I said, glancing down at the paper we was coloring. "You’re painting a dinosaur!"

Our son looked at his colorful masterpiece, eyes wide with pride. "Dino!" he exclaimed, jabbing a little finger at the shape he’d made, though it was more of a colorful blob than a dinosaur. But to him, and to us,it was perfect.

Van chuckled, pointing to a bright green streak. "That’s a fierce-looking dino, champ. I think he’s even scarier than the ones on TV!"

Our son giggled, delighted, and held up his brush, eager to keep going. "Rawr!" he roared, as fierce as a one-year-old could be, and we couldn’t help but join in with his laughter.

I leaned in closer, whispering dramatically, "Better watch out, or this dinosaur might come to life and chase us!"

Our son’s eyes grew wide, but he was grinning ear to ear. "Rawr!" he roared again, this time waving his brush around like it was a mighty weapon.

Van gasped, playing along. "Oh no, he’s after us! Quick, Mom! Run!" he said, scooping our boy into his arms and spinning him around, sending happy squeals through the room.

Our son clutched onto Van, giggling uncontrollably. "Dada!" he managed to say between fits of laughter, as Van pretended to be captured by the "fearsome" dinosaur.

I crossed my arms, feigning disappointment. "Looks like he’s got you now, Van. I thought you were supposed to be the brave one in this family."

Van shot me a playful look, still holding our boy in his arms. "Guess I’ll just have to be rescued by my favorite superhero," he teased, giving me an exaggerated wink.

I leaned in, tapping our son’s nose gently. "Alright, Mr. Dino, what do you say? Should we let Daddy go?"

Our son looked thoughtful for a second, then shouted, "Yes!" letting Van go and breaking into another fit of giggles.

Van set him down gently, grinning as he looked over at me. “I don’t know who has more fun with these games, him or us.”

"I think it’s both," I said, laughing as I hugged our little one close. But as I pressed him against my chest, a sharp pain hit, quickly followed by a damp sensation.

“Oh no,” I muttered, glancing down. I knew exactly what had happened.

“What’s wrong?” Van asked, immediately coming over, concern in his eyes.

“Take him for a minute,” I said, handing our boy over to him. Van looked as puzzled as our son, who was peering at me with wide eyes.

I looked down, seeing a large stain spreading across the front of my gray shirt, and felt my cheeks heat up.

Van chuckled softly, rubbing our son’s back. “It’s okay, love, I got him. You didn’t get a chance to pump today?”

“I was going to, right after I got back from the groceries,” I sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Van kissed the top of our son’s head. “No worries, baby. Go take a shower, and I’ll settle him down. Then I’ll help you out, okay?”

I gave him a grateful smile, already feeling a little lighter as I headed to take a quick break, comforted knowing that Van had everything under control.

I stepped into the shower, feeling a bit sad that our moment with our boy had been interrupted. The warm water cascaded over me, soothing my tense muscles, but the heaviness in my breasts felt like rocks, full to the brim with milk. The soft droplets hitting my skin made me shiver.

I stood there for what felt like hours, lost in my thoughts, not quite ready to face the task of pumping.

A gentle knock on the bathroom door broke my reverie, and relief washed over me like the water.

“Come on in,” I called out, and Van opened the door, smiling carefully as he tugged at his paint-covered clothes. “He’s asleep,” he announced.

“You’re too good with him,” I said, trying to suppress a smile.

“Nah, I just wore him out this morning,” he replied, stepping into the shower with me, water drenching him in an instant.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand grazing my stomach, a gesture both comforting and reassuring.

“I guess. I’m sorry for ruining the moment,” I said, a tinge of guilt creeping into my voice.

“What? Are you crazy? You could never ruin anything, (Y/N),” he said, his tone firm yet tender.

“I’m trying my best, you know?”

“And it’s more than enough. You’re the best mom and person I’ve ever met,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, his fingers grazing slightly against my breasts, making me breathe a little deeper.

“You’re in pain? Do you want to get out?” he asked softly, concern lacing his words.

“Just massage me a bit, please,” I murmured, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and comfort in his presence.

Van started to massage my shoulders, easing the tension there before moving down to my lower back. He gently cupped my breasts from behind with a delicacy that made me let out a soft groan.

“Shh, you’re okay,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Let’s face it together.”

I turned to look at him, a smile spreading across my face. His hair was a delightful mess, and his body was still covered in paint, giving him a carefree, artistic vibe that I found endearing.

“Hold still,” I said, grabbing a bit of soap and starting to wash him. The warm water mixed with the suds, and I felt a sense of intimacy as I ran my hands over his chest and arms, trying to wipe away the remnants of his creative morning.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re going to make me feel like a canvas, you know.”

“Maybe you are,” I teased, working my way down to his stomach, the playful banter easing the tension even further. I enjoyed the way he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You know, if I’m a canvas, then you’re the artist,” he said, his voice low and warm, “and I’d happily let you paint me any way you want.”

I smirked, rinsing my hands and stepping back to admire my handiwork. “Maybe I should get more paint on you then. It could be a fun little project.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, leaning in closer, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool water. “But for now, I think you need the pampering.”

I could feel my cheeks flush at his words. “I appreciate you taking care of me, Van. I just—” I paused, the weight of my earlier embarrassment creeping back in. “I just hate feeling like I messed up our day.”

He cupped my face gently with his soapy hands, his gaze steady and sincere. “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re a fantastic mom, and it’s okay to have moments like this. We’re a team, remember?”

I nodded, feeling reassured by his words. “I know. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“Let’s focus on enjoying this moment together,” he said, his thumbs stroking my cheeks softly. “Just you and me in here, washing away the worries.”

His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I leaned into his hands, finding comfort in his presence. “Okay, but you’re still getting paint on my side of the shower, better clean this up, champ.”

He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Fair warning, then!” he said, before taking a step back and pretending to squirt soap at me, laughter bubbling between us as we both got a bit more slippery and soapy.

In that moment, the earlier tension faded, replaced by the simple joy of being together, as partners and parents.

As we cleaned each other, laughter filled the shower, but it was short-lived when we heard our baby start crying from the other room.

“Shit,” I said, glancing at the door.

“Don’t worry. I got him,” Van replied, grabbing his sweatpants in a swift motion before sprinting to our baby’s room.

I hurriedly dried off and threw on some comfortable clothes. By the time I was dressed, Van was already back, cradling our little one in his arms. Tears streamed down our baby’s cheeks, his little face scrunched up in distress.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, my heart aching at the sight.

“I think he’s hungry, love,” Van said, glancing at me with concern.

“Okay, bring him here,” I instructed, moving to my feeding chair as Van gently placed our boy in my arms. He sat right next to me on our bed, his hands instinctively pulling my hair back to keep it out of my face as I prepared to feed our son.

“Shh, baby. Mama’s got you,” I cooed, cradling our little one close. He began to settle down, his cries fading into soft whimpers as I got him ready.

Van watched us with a warm smile, a look of pride on his face that made my heart swell. “You’re so good at this,” he said softly, leaning closer to us.

I smiled back at him, feeling grateful for his support. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

He reached out, gently stroking our baby’s head. “We’re a good team, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, feeling the bond between us grow stronger as we navigated this journey together.

“Look at him; he looks so peaceful,” I said softly, admiring the way our baby nestled against me, his tiny features relaxed as he fed.

“I’d be peaceful too if I were in his place,” Van replied, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly and surprising our little one. He clutched onto me tighter, sucking harder as if startled by the noise.

“Ouch, baby!” I exclaimed, my eyes pressing shut at the sudden intensity. I looked down at him, trying to stifle my laughter. “That’s a little too enthusiastic, champ!”

Van chuckled beside me, the warmth of his laughter wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. “Guess he didn’t appreciate the interruption. You should know better than to scare the little guy.”

“I really didn’t mean to!” I said, shaking my head, my heart melting as I watched our son calm down, the initial surprise fading as he settled back into a gentle rhythm.

“He’ll forgive you,” Van said, his voice softening as he leaned closer. “You’re his favorite person in the world, after all.”

“Are you sure about that?” I teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in my eyes. “I mean, you do hold the title of ‘cool dad.’”

“True, but I think you’ve got the ‘number one mom’ badge on lockdown,” he replied, his gaze warm and sincere. “Just look at him. He loves you more than anything.”

My heart swelled at his words, and I looked down at our baby, who was finally content. “I love you too, little one,” I whispered, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

“See? You’re doing great,” Van said, leaning back against the headboard, his expression filled with admiration as he watched us.

“I guess…But God, please stop making me laugh at the worst possible moments!” I said, brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

“Not happening, love,” Van replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “It’s my job to keep things light around here, especially when it comes to you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe tone it down a notch?” I shot back playfully, my heart lightening despite the embarrassment.

“Never!” he declared dramatically, holding a hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “I refuse to let you wallow in seriousness when we could be laughing instead.”

“Okay, okay, Mr. Comedian,” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “Just keep it to a minimum while I’m feeding, please!”

“Deal,” he said, chuckling softly. He leaned closer, his eyes twinkling. “But just so you’d know I’d do anything to see this beautiful smile.”

“Not helping!” I protested, but I couldn’t suppress the smile that crept across my face. Our baby, blissfully unaware of our banter, continued to feed peacefully, and I felt a rush of warmth wash over me at the sight.

“Just trying to keep the mood light,” he said, his tone softening as he reached out to stroke our son’s head gently. “You’re doing an amazing job.”

“Thanks, Van,” I said, my voice sincere as I looked up at him. “It really means a lot to have you here with us.”

“Always,” he promised, his expression serious for a moment before his playful grin returned. “Now, how about I whip up some snacks while you handle our little one?”

I laughed, feeling lighter as I settled into the rhythm of the moment. “Sounds perfect.”

“Alright, time for me to work my kitchen magic,” he declared with a flourish, winking at me. “What are you in the mood for? Snacks? Smoothies? A five-course meal?”

“Oh, you know, just a five-course meal would be nice,” I teased, rolling my eyes. “But seriously, I’d love some fruit and maybe a little something crunchy.”

“Got it! Fruit and crunchiness coming right up!” He turned and walked out of the room, his light-heartedness echoing in the hallway.

I smiled to myself, grateful for how effortlessly he filled our home with laughter and joy. A few moments later, I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, talking to himself as he searched for snacks.

“Where the hell did we put the damn apples? Are they hiding?” he muttered, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics.

After a few minutes, he returned with a plate piled high with sliced apples and some almond butter on the side. “Voila! Your snack is served, m’lady,” he said, presenting it like a fine dish.

“Wow, you really outdid yourself,” I said, feigning a dramatic gasp. “I might have to hire you as my personal chef.”

“Just call me Chef Van,” he replied, setting the plate down on the side table before leaning in to give our son a gentle kiss on the forehead. “How’s my little man doing?”

“He’s good, just taking his time,” I said, glancing down at our baby, who was still happily nursing. “He’s definitely got your laid-back vibe.”

“Lucky kid,” Van said, grinning as he sat beside me on the chair. “I take my time with her too, bud.” He winked at me.

As I tried to contain my laughter, our baby finished nursing and pulled away, a small contented sigh escaping his lips. “There we go, little champ,” I said, adjusting him gently in my arms.

Van leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re the best, you know that?”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I gazed at him. “We both are,” I replied, my heart full.

“Alright, how about I take him for a bit while you enjoy your snack?” Van suggested, holding out his arms.

“Sounds perfect,” I agreed, passing our son over. Van cradled him with the utmost care, his expression shifting to one of complete adoration as he looked at our baby.

“Ready for some daddy time, bud?” he said, and our son cooed in response, his tiny hands reaching out for his dad.

As I watched them, a wave of happiness washed over me. I picked up the plate of apples and almond butter, taking a bite as I enjoyed the beautiful sight before me—a family filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

As Van took care of our boy, I could feel my eyelids growing heavier. The soothing rhythm of our baby’s soft breaths and Van’s sweet words lulled me, and before I knew it, I had dozed off in the chair.

“(Y/N)??” Van whispered softly, his voice pulling me back from the depths of sleep.

“God, I’m sorry,” I mumbled, blinking groggily.

“Don’t be sorry. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently smoothing down my shirt and pulling the covers over me.

“That chair is just too comfortable,” I said, groaning a bit as I stretched.

“I know, right?” Van grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“But this is way better,” I said, nestling against his bare chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“Indeed, love,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me protectively.

“I love you so much, Van. You’re the best father ever,” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I love you too, and I’m just doing my best to help out. You make it easy.”

I could feel the weight of the day lifting as I let his warmth envelop me. For a moment, everything felt perfect. The world outside faded, and it was just us, cocooned in our little family bubble.

But then, our son stirred in Van’s arms, letting out a tiny whimper. Van gently adjusted him, cooing softly to soothe him.

“Shh, buddy, it’s okay,” he murmured, rocking him gently. I watched in awe as Van effortlessly transitioned from partner to father, the way he handled our son with such care igniting a warmth in my chest.

I felt a pang of love for both of them, my heart swelling with pride. “You’re a natural, you know?”

Van looked up, his blue eyes sparkling. “Just following your lead.”

I smiled at him, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. “Let’s see if we can get him back to sleep before I pass out again.”

Van chuckled softly, carefully transferring our son to my arms. “You’ve got this, Mama. Just rock him gently.”

As I cradled our baby against my chest, I could feel the familiar warmth of his little body. I began to sway gently, humming a lullaby I had sung countless times before. Van joined in softly, his voice harmonizing with mine, creating a beautiful melody that filled the room.

As I watched our son relax, his tiny fingers curling into my shirt, I felt a sense of peace envelop us. It was moments like these that made the chaos of parenting worth it.

“See? Easy peasy,” Van said, smiling down at us.

I looked up at him, feeling grateful for his support. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”

He grinned, leaning closer. “You’ll never have to find out. We’re in this together.”

With our boy nestled between us, I felt more connected to Van than ever. As our son’s eyes fluttered closed, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them hand in hand.

After a few moments of silence, I whispered, “What do you think he’ll be like when he grows up?”

Van pondered for a moment. “I hope he’s kind, like you. And maybe a little mischievous, like me.”

I laughed softly. “Mischievous? God help us!”

“I’d say we’re already halfway there,” he joked, glancing at the toys scattered around the room.

“True. But you know what? As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters,” I said, feeling the weight of responsibility settle comfortably in my heart.

Van leaned in closer, pressing his lips against my forehead. “I couldn’t agree more. And with us as his parents, I think he’ll be just fine.”

With a shared smile, we settled into the quiet of the night, the soft sounds of our baby’s breathing filling the air. In that moment, surrounded by love, I knew we had everything we needed.

[pacifierbby]

꧁MASTERLIST꧂

:･ﾟ✧RED

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

:･ﾟ✧LONDON

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

:･ﾟ✧HALLOWEEN

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

↳ part 2

:･ﾟ✧THE NANNY

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

↳ part 2 {soon}

:･ﾟ✧BEST FRIENDS

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

:･ﾟ✧CHRISTMAS BISCUITS

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

[vanmccannsfridge]

my fear is he’d see it and he’d think i’m mental 😭

if it's any consolation i've just found this that i meant to send to my mate but accidentally sent to van 😭😭

it's from a few months ago btw

[icouldntfindquiet]

Black Magic (Part 9) 🌙✨

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

[worldofyasmin]

"okay class our topic for today is all about Van McCann" 😂 imagine??? 😝 shout out to my uni's library computer section for letting me browse tumblr like yuhhh 💅🏽 ma'am/sir the only thing i need to learn is the ways of van 😌

[thousandfourhundreddays]

Giving this a shameless little boost now that our boys back :)

[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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Sometimes I like to think Van McCann is coming back, other times I humour myself by imagining he’s training to be a spark or just some type of tradesman 😭

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Long Hair Headcanons

Just for fun - a few sweet and smutty thoughts about Van’s long hair… short hair Van lovers look away now!

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🦁 You really loved Van's hair. You loved it when it was short and freshly cut, you loved it when it was long and flowing around his shoulders, and you loved everything in between.

🦁 His most recent long-haired style was fast becoming your favourite though...

🦁 You loved running your fingers through it when it was clean and freshly washed. It felt so soft under your touch and he absolutely melted when you played with it.

🦁 If he was feeling stressed after a hard day he'd lay down on the sofa with his head in your lap and let you play with his hair whilst you talked.

🦁 You could practically see the tension leave his body as you raked your fingernails gently over his scalp, letting your fingers twist through the silky strands.

🦁 "Mmm babe... that feels so nice..."

🦁 You could practically hear him purring.

🦁 It took a lot to calm him down after a tough day but this worked a treat every time. He even fell asleep like that on a few occasions.

🦁 When you took a bath together he sometimes let you wash his hair and you loved those intimate moments.

🦁 He'd close his eyes and sigh in contentment as you massaged the shampoo into his locks, tipping his head back so you could comb your fingers through it whilst you rinsed off the suds.

🦁 When you moved in you made short work of chucking out the huge bottle of two in one shampoo and conditioner on his bathroom shelf, replacing it with your own array of products.

🦁 He wasn't happy with your 'interfering' at first.

🦁 "I can't believe you waste all your money on those fancy shampoos, it's a right rip-off. It's only hair, it doesn't need all that fuss, I like to just wash it and leave it as it is."

🦁 He soon stopped complaining when you used one of your nourishing hair masks on him for the first time.

🦁 He said it didn't make a difference but you saw him surreptitiously checking out his reflection more than usual, constantly flicking his hair back just so he could run his hands through it.

🦁 "I guess it does feel kinda soft... and it smells really nice... now I know why you smell so good all the time love!"

🦁 Van likes to pretend he's not into 'all that girly shit' but since you've been together he's become quite fond of you pampering him.

🦁 "What now?" He'll groan when you instruct him to sit down so you can style his hair.

🦁 "Come on, don't be grumpy, it's only a bit of fun. Just wanna make my man look all pretty!"

🦁 You giggle and pout sweetly at him and he gives in. He always does. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

🦁 He such a softy and he'll let you do anything to him, secretly loving your adoring attention.

🦁 On multiple occasions you've curled and straightened his hair, blow-dried it into soft princess waves and he even let you braid it once.

🦁 He's always got a handy hair-tie on his wrist for when he's chilling at home so he can tie it back into a man-bun. You tease him but you think it looks cute.

🦁 You never realised how sexy long hair on guys was until Van grew his hair out. Now you can’t leave his hair alone during love-making.

🦁 Burying your fingers deep in his locks when he’s eating you out drives you both wild.

🦁 You twist a handful of the soft strands into a fist and tug it gently, guiding his head exactly where you want him.

🦁 The first time you gripped his hair too tight and yanked it hard when his tongue had flicked over a particularly sensitive spot he whimpered out so loud.

🦁 You were horrified that you’d hurt him. “Shit, I’m so sorry! It just felt really good and I lost control for a moment. Are you alright?”

🦁 You let go straight away, trying to snap your legs shut and sit up to check he was okay, but he held your hips steady and pushed you back down on to the bed. There was fire in his eyes as he looked up at you. “Don’t apologise love… do it again… please…”

🦁 So you did… and the sinful groan he let out almost had you coming right there and then on his tongue.

🦁 In fact the harder you tugged the more enthusiastically he devoured you, his tongue delving and swirling in all the right places as he buried his face in your warm wetness, his pornographic moans flooding your core with heat.

🦁 He was so turned on he was humping the bed as he tongue-fucked you… and you came so hard you were practically seeing stars.

🦁 “Fuckin’ ‘ell babe, I love it when you take control like that, you almost had me coming in my pants!”

🦁 You just laughed and called him a kinky bastard, delighted that you’d just discovered yet another one of his hidden kinks.

🦁 Now you use it to your advantage, winding his hair into a fist and pulling hard when he’s fucking you to make him lose his shit and thrust harder and deeper.

🦁 It turns him feral.

🦁 You love innocently brushing his hair back off his face when you’re out in public but then giving it a little tug whilst you whisper something dirty in his ear… just so you can watch him blush and squirm.

🦁 “You’re in big trouble now... just you wait till I get you home…”

🦁 He looks so hot when his hair’s damp with sweat and all messy after a love-making session.

🦁 But equally he looks just as cute and adorable with his fluffy tousled bed hair first thing in the morning.

🦁 In fact he always looks good… irresistible and effortlessly handsome without even trying.

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Saw this on Twitter and it made me laugh 😆