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A surprise, that's what this was. She had to remind herself that you couldn't tell Van that she had found her way to California, that she was in his hotel room, and that she knew you had the weekend to yourselves. Three days. Three whole days alone with Van in a hotel room. It couldn't get much better than that. "Yeah, Lar, I'm in the room. Tell him to grab a different shirt or something, tell him he smells bad or something."
"Van, please, for the love of God, change ya shirt or somthin'. Smell like moldy rubbish." You heard from the other line of the phone. You snickered, knowing Van was probably a bit pissed. "Okay, he's left. I better hear him scream like a little girl in two minutes."
"You will." She hung up the phone and hid in the bathroom, closing the door a little more than it was, but keeping it open enough to watch him walk through the door. He takes off his jacket, and throws it on the bed before beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt. She comes out from the bathroom, wraps her arms around him from behind. "Gettin' undressed without me?"
"Love!" He shouted, turning around immediately, wrapping his arms around you. "Scared the piss outta me, what're ya doing in California?"
"Heard from Larry and the boys that you had a weekend off. Figured I could see you before we start rehearsing for Swan Lake." She worked for a local children's theater that puts on all kinds of different shows, regular plays, musicals, and even dance performances. It wasn't too big, just a ballet full of kids with big hearts and a range of talents. "You smell nice."
"Oh do I? Larry told me I smelled like moldy rubbish." She giggled a bit. "I'm guessing you had something to do with that?"
"A bit. Didn't think he'd tell ya that exactly, but I told him to say ya smelled bad or something." He acted offended, sitting on the bed, pulling her towards him by the hands. She stood between him, holding his face. "Missed you."
"Missed you, too, love." She pressed a kiss to his forehead, making him hum in approval. "What are we doing for the weekend, then? I suppose lots and lots of sex, yeah?"
"Not completely, dirty bastard. I was thinking we could be tourists. Never come out here, might see the city while we're here." He groaned, falling back on the bed. "I know you don't like that stuff, Van, but could you at least pretend to for two days? That's all I ask."
"I guess. I've heard the pier can be class at night."
And it was. It was also incredibly busy on a Friday night. People flocked along the beach, seaside shops that had odd items at high prices. A quick stop for ice cream and they were on their way to the end of the pier. “You nervous about Swan Lake?”
“Not really. We’ve done it before, but it’s been a while.” She went on to talk about the kids who had auditioned, how many of them there were. “Loads of girls, though that isn’t surprising. Most boys think ballet is girly.”
“Can’t blame them, love. Think ballet, you think tutus and girls spinnin’ about on stage.”
“Oh hush it. You’ve been to the shows a few times. You know it’s not like that much.” He nodded, lacing his hand in hers. “Where to after this?”
“After LA? I think we go to Houston. Not sure.” A silence fell between them. It’s your typical, slightly awkward, nervous butterflies type.
The moon was high in the sky, the pier was lit up, and the entire boardwalk just looked astonishing.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, eyes still concentrated on her. It seemed like a silly question, asking to kiss her. They had been dating for so long. She nodded lightly, smiling at the seemingly trivial question. And in a split second his lips are on hers.
Time escapes them, it’s soon one in the morning when they arrive back at the hotel. They’re giggling and all over each other. They can barely get the door open before their mouths are on each other again. Hands messily take off clothing and heads knock into each other a few times. They laugh it off, rubbing their heads for a moment before their lips are together again.
“Been a while.” She spoke, laughing about their misfortunes and possible new bruises. He chuckled, fingertips playing with the ends of her hair.
“We should really move in together.” It came out of nowhere. She’s thrown aback by this, turning her face towards his. “Y/N, it’s ‘bout time. Been together long enough, ya know? You can make breakfast, I’ll make the tea and you can put your cold ass feet on me.”
“My feet aren’t that cold!”
“They’re like icicles, love. Frozen to the bone.”
“Oh yeah?” The rest of the night was spent laughing, discussing their new flat, where it would be, how many bedrooms, the sort.
warnings | this is pure smut, if ya don’t like, don’t read it. don’t say i didn’t warn you.
a/n | hello, lovelies! i hope you all enjoy this as much as @storiesaboutvan did when she read my first draft of it. and a huge thank you to Rhi and @mintyvan for the compliments yesterday. Sure did mean a lot to me. Love you both bunches.
requests | another smut request s/o to whoever requested the last one i feel ya
Her hands shook a little. She didn’t really know what to do. She’d kissed boys before, and been fingered by one, but she’d never really gotten farther than that. She played with the straps of the lingerie set that lay across her stomach gently. She breathed out slowly, taking deep breaths in. She was nervous, to say the very least. Van would be coming home any minute, walking through the door to a sweet surprise. She threw on her robe, heading downstairs to make some tea.
Her mind raced with those kinds of thoughts, the supposed ‘calm before the storm’ type. She thought back to when his hands were all over her, his fingertips grazing over any inch of skin they could find. She remembered the dizzy feeling she had in her head when his hands dipped underneath the waistband of her underwear. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as she gradually came to her high, riding it out with rapid hips.
She loved how sweet he was in those moments. He always checked to make sure she was okay with everything. His lips constantly gave reassuring kisses to her cheeks and her neck. Y/N was happy that he was okay with the fact that she was a virgin. Usually, boys don’t go for girls who’re inexperienced. Van adored her innocence, wanting to protect it until she was ready. At times, however, he was a bit frustrated that she wouldn’t do anything. Those were the times where he was so hard, it was unbearable for him.
But those times were often followed by jacking off in the shower. One hand would be used to prop himself up against the wall, the other wrapped around his manhood. His eyebrows would furrow as visions of Y/N filled his mind. Her hands wrapped around him, before her mouth would follow. He imagined her body pinned under his as he relentlessly pounded into her, his hands wrapped around her wrists. His breathing slowly became irregular, even more dirty thoughts filled his mind. Eventually his head would fall down, the water still hitting his back, as his vision changed from black to white. His stomach tensed as his high washed over him.
Van wasn’t expecting the sight before him. Y/N’s robe was untied, the sides of the robe parallel to hers. The lingerie was on full display, every strap and inch of lace visible to Van’s eye, he practically melted on sight. His coat fell to the floor with barely any noise. Y/N didn’t even notice he was there. She held her cuppa in one hand, the other hand occupying a book she’d found a few towns over in a bookstore.
There was still silence in the room when Y/N noticed Van sitting on a stool at the bar she had in her apartment. She put down her book and her tea, walking over to Van slowly. His fingertips slid the material of her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, right by his coat. She shuddered under his touch, the cool air colliding with her warm skin, goosebumps rising. His hands settled on her waist after the tips of his fingers followed the lace downwards. “Love…”
“What? You don’t like it?” She whispered back, her fingers drawing figure 8’s on his thigh. He looked into her eyes, shaking his head.
“I love them, baby, but you didn’t have to do this. What’re you all dressed up for?” He heard something that sounded like ‘you’ but she whispered it so quietly, one could barely tell. “You don’t need to dress up for me, love. You’ve already got my attention without all this.”
“I wanted our… first — well, my… first time to be special… I wanted to do something for you. You always do… those things for me… I felt like I should do something in return.” She pushed his legs apart farther than they were, walking in between them. Her lips went straight to his neck, leaving delicate kisses at first. When she became more comfortable, her body slouching into his touch, the kisses became more sloppy. All she wanted was to hear those beautiful sounds coming from him. It was somewhere between a squeak and a whine, but it sounded so mesmerizing falling from his lips.
“Love, if we’re gonna do this right, we’re gonna do this in the bedroom,” he grabbed her hands, leading her into the bedroom. He closed the door behind them, walking over to where she was standing by the vanity she had in her room. He pushed her hair away from her shoulder, soon replacing his hands with his lips. He turned her around, bringing their bodies to the edge of her bed. He sat down, waiting for Y/N to climb on.
She sat on his lap, tracing over every inch of his chest lightly. His hand stay placed on her thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He could stare at her forever and not think of it as a waste of time. For she was his muse, the reason his songs usually contained love and happiness in them. He gazed into her eyes like there was nothing else to look at, like there was only her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Even more than words can describe. I love this, trust me, I really do, but I think - at least for now - it would look better off.”
Strap by strap her clothing was removed. When she was fully naked, she sat on the bed, waiting for Van to finish. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his body. He was absolutely perfect, from the slant of his shoulders, to his hip bones, which stuck out a bit. Y/N didn’t understand how she could be with someone as amazing as him, but maybe she did. She held out her hands, a small, endearing smile on her face. He gladly accepted her hands, kneeling on the bed in front of her.
With their hands still holding one another’s, their lips reconnected. It was slow and wet, which was exactly what was needed. His lips were soft against hers, his tongue gliding against her bottom lip, but soon his lips slipped from hers, travelling towards the curvature of her jaw, following down her neck. He laid her down, his hands removing themselves from hers, finding their spot on her hips.
It felt like his hands were everywhere and they pretty much were. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. He went back to kissing her lips, his tongue running along her bottom lip again. His lips lazily dragged along every inch of her body, moans and soft curses falling from her lips. They slowly made their way down to the lowest part of her stomach, her eyes rolling back into her head out of frustration. She whined, “do something, please.”
“We’re not in any rush, love. Just let me explore you a bit.” His knuckles were grazing the inside of her thigh as he spoke, inching ever-so-slightly towards her heat. He kissed the top of her thigh, making his way towards her hip bones. He kissed the skin right above her core, as the knuckles on his hands grazing over her bare center. She gasped out, her hands finding their way to his hair. He smiled against her skin, teasing her as she tugged at his roots.
“Van, please. Do something.”
“Of course, love.” His face pulled away from her, as his hands replaced his face. Her moans were only loud enough for them to hear. His lips twitched to form a small smirk, before planting kisses on her neck. The pleasure coming from his mouth and his fingers were overwhelming, curse words left her mouth louder than the moans did. But his hands and his mouth detached from her, making Y/N whine.
“Lemme take care of you, okay?” He spoke softly, pushing hair out of her face, and she didn’t object. She nodded, pulling Van down on top of her. They giggled, their lips connecting once more. Van unwrapped the condom and slid it on, looking into her eyes afterwards. “You all good?”
“All good,” she whispered. He smiled at her, pressing his lips to her as he entered her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting until she had given him the okay again. Their bodies molded together, his hands roaming all over her body. They fit together perfectly, the last two pieces of a puzzle falling into place. It was just as slow as their kiss - hips moving in a perfect rhythm, Van moaning into her ear as her nails raked down his back. “Agh fuck,”
They could feel it, they were so close. Beads of sweat littered both of their faces, their hands intertwined once again. Hips rocked into each other’s, hers more rapid. His breathing was irregular, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as quickly as hers. She was already on her way to release from before, her hips reacting before she even knew what was happening. Her high washed over her like waves from the ocean. Quickly after, Van’s high washed over him as well, his hips still moving until he rode it out.
They laid next to each other, her hand reaching for his. Their fingers interlaced, Van’s hand bringing hers up to his lips. His kiss was soft against her warm skin. She smiled, unlocking their fingers, turning her body towards his. The confidence within herself grew with every touch, she didn’t mind being bare in front of him anymore. All her cares and worries were kissed away. His fingers pushed hair from her face. “You’re honestly so fucking beautiful. In every fucking way.”
“Thank you. For… everything. You’re an absolute dreamboat, McCann.” He kissed her nose, bringing the covers over them.
“Baby, trust me, that’s all you.” He turned on the television, letting the sounds of late night t.v. help guide them to sleep.
WARNINGS | not complete smut, but kind of smut, you know? swearing.
A/N | this is kind of sucky, so i can understand if you don’t like it lol anyways have a nice night everyone
His eyes almost fell out of his head. As soon as the words left Bondy’s mouth, Van’s cheeks became red. Y/N just smiled and climbed over from her spot on the floor, her hands using Van’s shoulders to guide her onto his lap. He could still hear the sounds coming from the living room, music pounding throughout the house, people talking loudly, terrible off-key singing to whatever song was playing, but it seemed like his vision wasn’t working. At least, not in the way that he wanted it to.
He didn’t focus his eyes on the way her hips began to grind into him, but her face. His eyes scanned over every inch of her face, down to every freckle and every little detail he could. He didn’t want to think about how good her hips felt on his. He didn’t want to even think about the way her hands played with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He thought he probably looked like a fucking tomato with the way her lips were occupying his neck.
Her shirt was the next to go. He didn’t want to stare at her and make her uncomfortable, but the staring was worse. “Van, please, stare at my chest before I put your head there.” And he did as he was told. Her bra was honestly the best thing in the world to him right now. Both of his heads thought so, one more powerfully thinking than the other. He didn’t realize that she had made his hand grab her hips until he found himself gripping them, pulling him farther down on himself. Both of them were close some sort of release, Van’s closer than hers. Her lips were on his neck, leaving hickeys wherever they went.
“If you don’t… slow down, it’s….. I mean, I’m not….”
“Just fucking cum, Van. You can make it up to me.”
warnings | none really? this is pure fluff, loves.
a/n | ahh i love the idea of sleepy van with his raspy voice and his hair’s all stuck to his face. it’s kind of short, but @mimiandvan needed some sleepy van. i hope you like this. enjoy it, all of you wonderful people out there.
It was three a.m. There was no way in hell she could be awake at this hour, especially now. Van was back from tour finally, laid beside her, his mouth slightly open with soft snores falling from his lips. His hair stuck to the sides of his face or somehow ended up almost stuck to the pillowcase. She wanted to be dreaming with him or of him, whichever happened first. Y/N climbed out of the bed quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping body next to hers.
She peeked out of the curtain that hid the moonlight from the two. Noticing it had climbed into their room, she turned to see the moonlight reflecting off of his skin. She decided on leaving it open, seeing how beautiful he looked with the moon on his skin. She pushed his hair around, framing his face, looking over his features closely. The slope of his nose was always a personal favorite for her, aside from the brilliant color of his eyes, and the shape of his lips. It was also the bones that stuck out from his body, his collarbones that reflected the most moonlight.
Y/N left the room, heating up a cup of hot chocolate, thinking of bringing it back into their room. She turned around, cup in hand, hearing the sound of Van’s footsteps across the floor. He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against it. “Van, hey, go back to bed.”
“Can’t without you.” She smiled, putting her arm around his waist, the two walking back to their room. He got back into bed while she grabbed a stool to put her glass on. Y/N climbed into the bed with him, her back against the headboard. Van’s head placed itself in her lap, wrapping his arms around one of her legs. One hand occupied his hair, the other holding her glass of hot cocoa. He mumbled, his voice raspy, kissing her thigh, “Thank you, baby. I’ve missed you.”
“You’re welcome, and I’ve missed you too, sleepyhead. Go back to sleep.”
summary | young van falls for y/n hard. he hopes to god that she feels the same.
warnings | swearing, mentions of possible physical abuse, no alcohol but ya get van in the shower beating his meat, so there ya go.
a/n | yay! the beginning of me posting every other day finally starts. i hope you guys enjoy this, as well as the people who requested it.
requests | sleepover with van? and like van tells the reader about his music and plays her a song he wrote for/about her + can you do one where y/n ends up staying at the b&b and van ends up falling for her like super hard and she doesn’t think she feels the same until something happens between the two of them like van gets drunk and confesses his feelings for her or something?? + i request an overly dorky van pls
Her parents were fighting again. Yelling could be heard from the streets, which made people stop for a few seconds as they were walking, or driving, past. Y/N hastily packed her bag, throwing a bunch of random clothes in there. Her phone seemed to call Van on its own, his name popping up on her screen as she pressed the green button. “Hello?”
“You alright, Y/N? What’s wrong? Is it them again?”
“Yeah, can I stay with you for the weekend?” He told you it was, already hurrying to fix her up a room. He asked his dad to pick her up from her house, telling her to stay where she was until his dad came. He was worried the whole time his dad was gone. How bad had the fighting gotten this time? Did they hit her, or each other? Was Freddie finally going to get kicked out after years of threats about it? He didn’t know, and he really didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but feel curious, as well as furious.
“Thank God you’re okay. I thought they’d’ve hit yous or something. You know you’re welcome over here anytime you need us.” He handed her one of his shirts, knowing that she’d end up taking one anyway. He left the room while she changed, the door to Van’s room not completely shut. She let him back in, sitting down on his bed. He sat next to her, his hand bringing her’s to his lips. She blushed as he kissed her hand.
“Thanks, Van.”
“It’s really no problem. It’s gotta suck dealing with that all the time.” Y/N nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. It did suck. All the time she would hear her parents yelling or throwing dishes, or anything close to them. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, darlin’, I’m sorry. Fuck.”
“You’re okay,” she whispered, putting her head on Van’s shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist while her arms stood still at her sides. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. She was always giggling and smiling, she wasn’t supposed to be a wreck. But Van didn’t care. She was in need of a friend, and a therapeutic crying session.
“It’s not okay, darlin’. You need to cry or get angry or something. It’s not healthy not to.”
“What’s your excuse, then?” She spat back, standing up from Van’s bed.
“I don’t ever feel sad, Y/N. You know this. Now, can you please let me comfort you as best I can? Don’t care if you cry onto my shirt. Please, Y/N. Let me help you.” His arms wrapped around her waist once again, swaying from side to side. He began to hum a song that sounded vaguely familiar to Y/N. He’d been humming a song from a mixtape he’d made her. The mixtape contained songs that made him glad to be alive, and she loved it so much that she didn’t stop listening to it for weeks. She left it at his, but genuinely believed she’d gotten in stolen or something.
“You have my mixtape?”
“It’s been here the whole time. Figured I’d give it back when you need it, like right now.” He put the mixtape into the CD player, the sound filling up the room. They continued to sway until the first song was over. The slow song slowed even more, the song changing to one with a more up-beat tempo. Y/N unlocked her limbs from him, her hips swaying hard to the music. Van couldn’t believe it. Every time her hips moved, the shirt she was wearing — his shirt — slowly crept up her thighs. He could feel his cheeks become hot, his hands becoming fidgety. He had to get out of there and fast. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“I’ll be here!” She called, her hands flying into the air. He was going to explode. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of teenage hormones, or maybe it was because he loved her. Whatever it was, he needed to be freed from the tightness of his jeans. Clothes were practically ripped from his body, jumping into the shower. His whole body was covered in water when he wrapped his hand around himself. His eyes screwed shut tight, playing scenes of her in his head. They were too explicit — hands moving everywhere, lips kissing any inch of skin it could, hips rocking together.
“Ryan, dear, can you get out? It’s been twenty minutes!” He yelled back yes, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He hurried back into his room, seeing Y/N passed out on his bed. She was curled up into a ball, her hands resting under her cheek. He shoved clothes onto his body, it sticking to his skin from the water droplets along the stuck out edges of bones. His hair fell flat to his forehead, the drops falling down the slope of his nose. He climbed into bed with her after covering her with blankets.
***
“Your mum actually let you spend the night?”
“No. She thinks I’m staying with Bethany to work on some stupid chemistry project.” Y/N smiled, putting her bag down on Van’s bed, sitting down next to it. Van handed her a mug filled with tea, taking a seat on his floor. He set the cup next to him, pulling his guitar onto his lap. Y/N’s knees brought themselves to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. There was nothing more soothing than Van playing guitar, his face twisted in concentration, and his eyes shut as he tried to memorize the chords. “Can you play me something?”
“What do you want me to play you, Y/N?” He asked, his arm laying gently over the base of the guitar. She shrugged, getting off the bed to join him on the floor. Her knees slightly brushed against his, his cheeks becoming rosy. He nodded, pulling his songbook closer to him, his eyes peering over the lyrics on the pages. “I wrote it. Is that okay? It’s probably not very good, but -”
“Ryan, you’re fine. I’d love to hear it.” He took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his pants before finding themselves on the neck. He began to strum, his voice a little shaky as he began to sing the first verse. Y/N didn’t care if it was slightly off-key, or that the chords got a little messed up at some parts. If one could fall in love with the sound of someone’s voice, it’d be right here where Y/N would fall in love.
“W-Was that okay?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“It was absolutely fucking beautiful. You’re a master, McCann. Do you have anymore songs?”
“Yeah, but I-I don’t know if you’d wanna see them.” He put his guitar next to him, taking a sip from his tea. Her eyebrows furrowed, her hands close to his knees.
“Why wouldn’t I want to?”
“They’re all… about… you…” He admitted, getting up. Y/N’s hand grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him back down. He sat on his heels, Y/N scooting closer to her. Van’s heart rate elevated, it feeling like his heart was going to burst from his chest at any given moment. Her hands moved from his wrist to his cheeks, her thumbs grazing over his soft skin. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. He stood still, too shocked to move. She pulled away, realizing he wasn’t kissing back. He whispered, licking his lips quickly, “Can we, uh, can we try that again?”
Soon their lips were on each other’s. This time, Van kissed back, his hands moving to her back, pressing her into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, sighing into the kiss. She’d waited for this moment, but not as long as Van had. “How long?”
“Since you spent the weekend a while back. Couldn’t help it, love. You were dancing around the whole fucking time in my shirt. I just knew you was the one, right then and there.”
“You’re a fucking dork, you know that?” Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around Van once again. “Plus, we’re only sixteen. How can you be so sure I’m the one, McCann?”
“I think you know why, Y/N. We’ve been the bestest friends since the beginning of me awkward phase. Remember how I used to dress before I met you? Worst mistakes of my life, but then I met you, and you taught me how to dress. I just know we go together like peanut butter and jelly or some shit like that.” Y/N chuckled, bringing her lips to his once again.
I was tagged the two sweetest people! @mintyvan and @vanmccannyounott!
rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better
relationship status: single - though i’ve talked to this guy about going out for like a month now so?? idk where it’s going just yet lmao
favorite color: yellow, baby pink, green & light blue - i have too many of them to just put one, so i put them all!! mainly a lot of pastels
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick - i can’t eat w lipstick on; i’m too uncoordinated for that shit
last song: love by lana del rey - i’ve been listening to her for DAYS she’s so amazing and beautiful and i love her. she’s got one of the most soothing voices to me, i just love her so much. her music is so genuine i love it.
last movie: call me by your name; directed by: luca guadagnino - such a powerful movie, i’m so incredibly glad i got to watch it. timothee and armie really delivered a performance that will stick with me forever. timmy is such an incredibly talented actor, i’m so in love with him honestly it’s becoming a problem
top three shows: csi: crime scene investigation, one tree hill & rick and morty - i have already watched all of rick and morty & oth, but i’m such a whore for naley i love them so much i will forever watch that show because of them.
top three ships: scissac (teen wolf), stelena (the vampire diaries), and elio x oliver (cmbyn) - who doesn’t love elio and oliver? i CRIED my eyes out when i was watching the ending of the movie because of timmy’s performance, scissac are such an otp issac only loves scott and everyone knows it, and stelena because of how pure and sweet they are tvd really did stefan and elena dirty they were 1000000% endgame soooooo....
top three bands as of right now: hippo campus, arctic monkeys & the kinks - sorry it’s really hard to be into catb right now because they are so dead, i’m honestly thinking of taking a little hiatus because of it so stay tuned for that news in the next couple of days,,,, yikes..............
three favorite foods: pasta, apples, pineapples & carrot - idk about the last three, i’m just such a whore for pasta honestly. want me to do something for you? make me pasta n there you go :~)
currently reading: looking for alaska by john green - i loved tfios and an abundance of katherines, so i set my eyes out for this book and i’ve loved it since i picked it up. turtles all the way down is rlly good too!! except for the ending. fuck you john green for the way you ended that book you did them dirty
tagging: anyone who wants to do this!!!! tag me in it so i can get to know you too :)
summary | everyone thinks van’s a cocky little shit. little do they know.
warnings | swearing, alcohol.
a/n | this was a little hard to write. it’s kinda weird cause they’ve just met each other, but just go with it.
He was arrogant, believing he could get anyone he wanted. Girls would fall to their knees when he’d look in their direction, his face contorting into a smirk. He’d been this way for years, mainly when Catfish began to get recognition for their music. Van soon felt at home in the arrogant body he fell in love with. His words and actions changed, which didn’t surprise his friends.
“Lids, tonight was fucking amazing! Did you see that crowd? Pretty sure they loved us,” he smiled, taking a huge drink from his cup before pulling out a cigarette. He lit it before handing his lighter to Bondy, who agreed with him. They boys discussed their wondrous night before heading out to some bar located near the venue they played.
Nobody knew who they were, and frankly, nobody cared. At this time, everyone was too drunk to even notice someone stealing their wallet. The music was loud enough to be heard from outside, and it wasn’t even good music, but the boys didn’t care. Van was just happy to be getting drunk tonight. He wanted to wash away all of his feelings.
He was still thinking about her. Her being the girl who’d “broken up” with him a few weeks before. They weren’t anything serious - a little bit of sex here and there - but it still meant a lot to him. It killed him when she broke it off. He was absolutely devastated, but he grew into this new person in what seemed like overnight.
“Yeah, Bond, I’m doing great. I’m just gonna go out for a quick cig. I’ll be back when I’m done.” Van said to his friend, patting him on the back. He walked outside, taking his lighter and a cigarette from his pocket. His hand shielded the fire from the wind, it catching fire immediately.
“You’re a liar, you know that, right?” A voice spoke from the silence that had filled his ears. He looked over at her, his eyes looking over her up and down.
“How am I a liar?” He scoffed, pulling his cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth. She looked over at him and smiled, chuckling to herself.
“Your eyes say what you’re really feeling,” she replied, taking a drink from her cup.
“Oh yeah, well, what are they saying then? ‘Cause I’m feeling grand.” He asked, his whole body turning towards her. She looked him up and down, her eyes focusing on his face. She studied every little bit of his face, from his tiny freckles, to the pinkish tint of his lips. She looked back up into his eyes, looking down at his lips again before she spoke up.
“You’re sad. I don’t know what about, or if any of your other friends know, but you’re really gutted about something.” Van stared at her, his bottom lip finding salvation between his teeth. How could she know? He didn’t even know her, and he was 100% sure that she didn’t know him. Tears formed in his eyes, but he was too damn proud to cry in front of her.
“No, I’m not.” He protested.
“Yes, you are. Quit pouting like a child.”
“I’m not pouting.” He argued, crossing an arm over his chest while the other occupied his cigarette. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes. He looked at her and dropped his arm, putting out his cigarette with his boot. “You’re right. I’m pretty upset.”
“I told you so.”
“This girl,” he began, opening up to someone about his thoughts for the first time in what seemed like years. “We had a little thing, but it meant a lot to me. She ended it on bad terms, I was so into her. She just - she never did anything for anyone else. It was always about her and I don’t know. I guess I liked that.”
“She didn’t deserve you, anyways. You seem like a good, loving guy. You don’t need someone like her to drag you down.” She kicked her feet around, playing with the gravel on the sidewalk. He watched her as she looked down at her feet. He was surprised he’d shared his thoughts with her. “What are you doing to cope with that?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, drinking. Smoking. Living life as per usual. I’m usually not so hung up on people, but this one just felt different. Felt right, you know?” He shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah. There was this guy that I was seeing. I wasn’t too thrilled about going out with him, but I loved his company. He could hold an intelligent conversation without giving me a headache. Packed up and moved to France without telling me, called me to end it. I know where you’re coming from. People suck.”
“They do, don’t they.” He moved closer to her, his arm brushing up against hers. “How about this: you and I go back in so I can say goodbye to my friends, we go back to mine, and I show you my extensive record collection. You in?”
“Hell yes. Please tell me you’ve got beer at yours.” They walked in, her hand grabbing onto his arm. He whispered in someone’s ear, them nodding before he began to escort her out.
“Fully stocked. I’m Van.” He yelled over all the loud music, before they were greeted with the cool air once again. He hailed a cab, holding the door open for her.
“I’m Y/N.” They shook hands, sitting really close to one another in the cab. Van gave the driver his address, wrapping his arm around Y/N. The drive didn’t take too terribly long, the cab fare was lower than expected. They walked hand in hand up to his apartment. He offered her a drink as he shut the door behind her. They both took a beer from the fridge. “You’ve got quite the collection. It’s not as large as mine, though.”
“Oh, piss off. Which one do you wanna listen to?” He asked, walking over by the record player. She grabbed one off the shelves, handing the record over to him. He smiled, pulling it out of its case. The needle touched the vinyl, the sound bouncing through the room. Her fingertips tapped on his shoulder, putting her hand out for him to grab. He grabbed it, standing up right in front of her.
“Dance with me?” Her eyes looking into his. He nodded, his hands wrapping around her waist. Her hands were flat against his chest, her right hand feeling his heartbeat. She smiled to herself, putting her head in between her hands. He pulled away to change the record, but Y/N pulled Van in by his belt loops, her lips on his.
Van’s hands found their way to Y/N cheeks, hers still on his belt loops. It was full of passion, They were breathless when they pulled apart. His eyes slowly opening as Y/N watched him. “What was that for, sugar?”
“Felt right, you know?” She smiled at him, biting her lip as she walked away. He followed close behind her as she went back into the fridge to grab another beer. “Thank you for sharing with me earlier.”
“Wanna see something else? I usually don’t show other people this.” She nodded again, Van’s hand taking hers. He leaded her into his bedroom, letting her sit on the bed. He pulled out of worn-out, leather notebook and sat on a chair in front of her. He held it so tight in his hands, his knuckles turned white. “This is where I write all my songs. Well, not all of them. There’s some like snippets of stuff that don’t fit into songs, like thoughts that I have an all that. Never shared this with anyone.”
“Are you sure, Van?”
“I don’t know why, but I trust you. So, yeah. I’m sure.” That was a lie. He did know why he trusted her, and he wasn’t sure at all. He trusted her because she had seen past his facade, which nobody had really done before. Other than his parents, who would see right through Van like plastic wrap. He wasn’t sure because his thoughts were so private. The raw side of him lie in between those words. Everything he felt during those weeks with his fling was in there. Every single little emotion, no matter how small.
“You feel everything all at once, don’t you?” Van lightly nodded, attempting to swallow the lump forming in his throat. She set the notebook down next to her and kneeled between his legs. Tears were in his eyes, his nose beginning to drip. Her hands put themselves on his cheeks, moving his head to look her dead on. Her eyes searched his, not looking for anything in particular, but looking for something to let her know that he wanted her there. “Have you cried since you two split up yet?”
“No,” he croaked.
“Let it out, then, baby.” And he cried. And somewhere in the mixture of his sobs, she brought him over to the bed, his head laying in her lap. Her hands brushed through his hair, letting him know she was there whenever he was finally ready to talk about it. His crying went on for another twenty minutes, Y/N kissing his forehead and wiping away his tears when they were about to fall on to her skin. She rocked him back and forth when he finally sat up, his arms lazily wrapping around her waist. “It’s okay, Van. You’re okay.”
“I liked her so much,”
“She didn’t deserve you like I said before. You deserve someone who wants to be with you every step of the way — no matter how difficult it is. After reading your thoughts, all I could think about was how could someone make you feel so happy, and then so shitty in what seems like two days.”
“I’m difficult to love.” He sulked, stopping his crying. He sat up, wiping his face of all tears.
“No you’re not.”
“How would you know? You just met me tonight.”
“I just know people like you. People like us,” she answered, putting her hand on his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. He didn’t really hug back, his hands just laid in her lap. She pulled back, asking him if he was tired. “Well, you should put pajamas on anyways. Do you guys have any milk?”
“Yeah, in the fridge.” She poured him a glass of milk and put it in the microwave. Warm milk would always help Y/N fall asleep when she was younger. She hoped it would help Van fall asleep. She came back up, accidentally walking in on Van changing, his back exposed. He turned around, looking at her with the glass in her hand. “Warm milk? Mum used to give me a glass whenever I couldn’t sleep right. Forgotten about it.”
“Helps me, figured it’ll help you.”
“Can you stay? With me tonight?” Y/N smiled and nodded, taking off her shoes. She asked him if it was fine she didn’t wear pants. He didn’t care and opened the blanket enough for her to crawl under. She laid next to Van, facing him. “Thank you for letting me… do whatever that was. Means a lot.”
“No problem. I’ll give you my number in the morning so you can call me anytime. I’d love to be able to help you whenever you need it.”
summary | sketches turn into dates, and dates turn into weddings. at least, not their own.
warnings | mentions of eating disorders, swearing, alcohol, a little smut
a/n | this is really long honestly. it’s about 4.500 words, i swear. i just combined two parts for the hell of it. enjoy. also, request things and ask me questions here [x]. i’d love to hear from you guys.
The tables had been clean for two minutes when she realized she was staring. Y/N didn’t mean to, he was just so strange. His hair was disheveled and his clothes didn’t match the weather. Maybe he was from somewhere else, or maybe he just always dressed like that. Maggie called her name, telling her that she could take her break if she wanted to. And so she sat behind the counter, sitting in front of an elderly gentleman, who joined her in a conversation about the wonders of traveling. “My husband and I went to Italy one year, and we learned so much in three days. More than we ever learned at school. You’d love Italy.”
“I’m sure I would. The Colosseum is there, right? In Rome?” He nodded, but her vision focused on the man two booths behind him, laughing with a man sitting across from him. Something about him was so beautiful, she pulled her little sketchbook from under the counter and began to draw him. Starting out with his face, mapping out his features. His lips were her favorite to draw, drawing in his cupid’s bow as the gentleman across from her asked if he was her boyfriend. “No, he’s not my boyfriend. I actually have no idea who he is.”
“You should go talk to him. He was staring at you before you got on break. Seems like a nice lad.” Y/N looked at the gentleman and smiled, shaking my head.
“He’s got company. I wouldn’t want to intrude on his lunch.” The old man told her it was a shame, that he could be her one true love, or something, and she’d miss out on the chance to meet him. “If we really are soulmates or whatever, we’ll find our way back to each other someday.”
“Y/N, you’ve gotta get back to work now. Take on tables 7-19.” Naturally, the boy she had been drawing was at table 7. She laughed to herself lightly before making her way over to him with a light blush across her face.
“Welcome to Little Greece. What can I get for you two today?” His eyes were even prettier up close.
“We’ll have two breakfast specials, yeah? Thank you.” She nodded, licking my lips as she jotted down their orders. She had started making her way to the other tables, when he called her name. Y/N walked back, smiling at him as she stopped in front of his table. “Just thought you should know, you’re very pretty.”
“Thank you very much.” Y/N walked away, handing Mariana the little slip. They gossiped for a second before Y/N went to make my rounds again. Soon their food was done, the hot plates warming her cold hands as Y/N brought them over. “Here you are.”
After they ate, they left. She didn’t see them for the rest of the week, secretly hoping they’d come back inside. Y/N went home everyday more disappointed than the last, but when she went back Monday morning, hoping they’d come back, and they sure did. And she kept drawing him every single Monday whenever they came.
It started out as little drawings - sketches mostly - but those soon transformed into paintings and watercolors. Of course, he had no clue about any of this. He only gathered little information from her as he came in every Monday morning. Every time he’d bring the same friend, always laughing and smiling with him. She slowly started drawing him smiling, laughing.
There was a family emergency during one day at work. Maggie told her she could leave early, handing her the keys to her Mini Cooper, asking her to promise not to crash it. “You promise?”
“Maggie, I really need to go. Grant’s in hospital, please. I won’t crash Bea, I swear.” She raced out of the cafe, dropping her sketchbook in the meantime. The two boys picked it up, looking for a name inside, seeing all the drawings of Van in there.
“She’s got a thing for you, mate.” Van smiled, pocketing the sketchbook, paying the bill and leaving with Larry. “You coming back in tomorrow to give it back?”
“I’ll just wait till Monday. We always come in at the same time, might as well wait until then.” Van shrugged, getting into the car. They rode the rest of the way home, Van worried about the guy, Grant, Y/N said was in hospital.
At the hospital, Y/N sat in the waiting room for her parents to come. When she saw them come from the hallway, they ran to her, telling her that Grant was okay, but he was going to stay here for a while. “He’s gonna be fine, dearie, but he’s got to stay here a few days. They’re afraid he’s not eating right, so they’re gonna monitor him and see how’s he doing.
“Can I go see him?” Her parents nodded, bringing her into her brother’s room. “Hey, Granny. How’ve you been doing?”
“Good, can you show me your drawings? They always make me feel better.” He asked, making her sit on the bed. She nodded, trying to find her sketchbook. She panicked, looking up at her brother with sad eyes.
“I didn’t bring my sketchbook, buddy, but I can show you the ones on my phone, if you’d like.” He smiled, his head nodding frantically. She unlocked her phone, going to the beginning of her drawing album on her photos. His eyes shined as he looked at his big sister’s artwork.
“You finished the painting of cafe boy! It looks so pretty, Y/N/N! I love it, can you hang it up in my room, so when I get home I can see it all the time?” He smiled, bringing his hands under his chin and folding them. Y/N smiled and told him it’d be hung up by the time he got out of the hospital boy. “I still think it’s weird you’ve got some painting of a random boy you’ve been talking to for a few weeks.”
“Oh, hush up, you! You’re the one wanting to know all about him!” They laughed, until she realized she had to go back to the cafe with Maggie’s car. “I’ll come back every day you’re here after work, okay?”
“Got it, Beaner.” They said goodbye and went on with their days. Grant slept the whole time Y/N was gone, not eating a single thing. He didn’t let anyone know about his eating habits, not even mentioning it to his trusted big sister. Like Y/N promised, however, she hung up two of the paintings of Van that she had. She knew her brother would like the one where he was like a zombie, his interest in them getting bigger as he played more and more video games.
Y/N went back to the cafe, handing the keys back to Maggie. She looked all around for her sketchbook, inhaling deeply as she couldn’t find it anywhere. She told Maggie to keep an eye out for it, calling her if she found it anywhere. Maggie didn’t find it, searching all over the cafe again and again.
“You find it, Maggs?” Y/N asked, every single day she came in in the morning. Maggie always said the same thing, a simple ‘no, sorry’. Y/N was upset, hoping the boys didn’t find it, thinking she was creepy. Her paranoia getting the best of her, she said they do think she’s creepy and will never want to see her ever again.
But that was the complete opposite. They did want to see her again, especially Van. He wanted to compliment her on her drawings, since he absolutely loved them. He wondered how long she’d been drawing him.
And so he walked in on Monday morning, by himself. He walked up to the counter, which Y/N was too busy washing it to realize he had sat down. He waited until she finished, pulling out her sketchbook, pretending to go through it like it was the first time. It most certainly wasn’t. He spent the whole week looking through it, loving every single drawing. “Welcome to Li- it’s you. And you’ve found my sketchbook!”
“Figured I’d give it back to you when I came in next. I hope you don’t mind that I went through it. You’re really fucking talented.”
“T-Thanks, I’m sorry.” She blushed, looking down at the counter she’d just cleaned.
“Why’re you sorry, love?” He asked, handing her the sketchbook she was looking so hard for.
“That you’ve seen all my drawings of you.. It’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t’ve been drawing you.”
“Why not?” Van asked, grabbing her hand from the edge of the counter. “I loved every single one. You always manage to make me look actually good looking.”
“You are good looking.” She blurted, her hand covering her mouth as soon as it came out. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re all good, love.” They both laughed, Y/N pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Van watched her, the way her face contorted as she laughed and smiled. “I still think you’re pretty. Would you like to go on a date sometime?”
“I, uh, yes. I’d love to.”
***
“Please go with me? I’ll do absolutely anything, I swear.” He pleaded, his forearms resting on the counter. Y/N looks at Van, crossing her arms.
“What makes you think I wanna spend my time at a wedding where I don’t know anyone?” She asked, handing a cup filled with coffee towards a woman sitting next to him. “Plus, what if your family doesn’t like me?”
“They’ll love you, Y/N! It’ll be super fun, I promise! Please come with me?” He waited until she was on the other side of the counter, getting down on both of his knees. Everyone looked over at them, wondering what they were doing. Maggie nudged Y/N, urging her to take time off.
“Y/N, you haven’t taken a vacation at all since you’ve worked here. It’s been six years, love, please go with the boy.” Y/N looked from Maggie, back to Van, who was still on his knees. Y/N sighed, laughing slightly as she agreed. Van smiled, getting off of the floor to hug her. His arms wrapped around her waist and spun her around, hers instinctively wrapping around his neck. “Boy, when’s the wedding?”
“It’s this Saturday, but it’s in Italy.” He answered.
“You’re taking vacation time now, Y/N. Go get plane tickets, and leave. I don’t wanna see you back here until that wedding is over.” Y/N looked at Maggie with her mouth wide open. Van took off her apron and handed it to Maggie, giving her a huge thank you. Van took her hands, dragging her out towards his car.
“I’ll drop you off at your house, and we’ll leave tomorrow morning, okay?” He looked over at her as she slowly buckled her seatbelt. “You okay, darling?”
“I just can’t believe what just happened. Holy shit.” Van and Y/N laughed, Van pulling away from the curb. He drove her home, his thumbs tapping away on the steering wheel. The whole time they sang off-key to all of their favorite songs. She unbuckled herself, leaning over to kiss Van’s cheek. “Thanks for the ride, Van. See you tomorrow.”
“I’ll text you when I’m on the way.” She spent the rest of her night, packing and worrying about money. She didn’t want Van to pay for her plane ticket, calling him to ask if he’d already gotten them. “Yeah, I’ve got them. Why you asking?”
“Uh, just wanted to chip in as best I can,” she picked at the skin on her fingers.
“You don’t have to, I wanna pay for this.” He spoke, putting shirts into his bag.
“Can I get the next date, then?”
“So, you’re counting this as a date?” He smirked, Y/N rolling her eyes as she answered him with a ‘yes’. “Good. We leave tomorrow at 10, so I’ll be there around eight? Does that sound okay?”
“Sounds wonderful. Bye, McCann.”
“See ya, Y/N.” The next couldn’t have come faster. The Tuesday sun welcomed both of them as they were driven to the airport by Y/N’s parents, who wanted to thank Van for taking their daughter somewhere.
“Trust me, she never goes anywhere. She likes to believe she’ll be fine living here all her life. She needs to get out more,” her father said, looking into the rear view mirror. Van began laughing, his eyes shutting, and his head rolling back in laughter. Her mother joined in, laughing along with Van.
“Dad!”
“What?! I’m merely telling the boy the truth!”
“I’ve been out of town many times! I went to Paris that one year!”
“Y/N, you came back two days later because you missed us. I hope you can last six days without us around.” Van still was laughing alongside Y/N’s mum, their laughter didn’t stop.
“I’m sure I can manage, and in my defense, I was nineteen and all alone in Paris.” Van and Y/N parted ways with Y/N’s parents, Van giving each of them a hug and her dad a handshake. “I’ll text you when we land, okay? I love you guys. There’s extra money for Grant in the little box up by the chicken statue. Tell him it’s for his painting collection. Tell him to go wild.”
“Will do. He’ll be so happy, love.” They went through airport security, waiting until they could board their plane. It would be an hour and a half before they’d officially get on. Thankfully, their seats were right next to each other. Y/N didn’t want to sleep, but she ended up taking a little nap on Van’s shoulder until it was safe to move onto his lap. Van watched her, little smiles forming on his face. He’d play with her hair until he’d eventually have to get off the plane.
“Can we be tourists tomorrow? I just feel like havin’ a lazy day today.” Van asked, his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder. She nodded into him, resting her head on his side as they waited for their driver. It didn’t take them long to get to their hotel, their bodies instantly colliding with the comfortable hotel bed.
Y/N was the first one to get out of bed, bringing her bag onto the bed to pick out a set of pajamas. “I’m gonna take a bath. Knock before you come in for anything, please.”
“Of course.” Y/N didn’t shut the door all the way, thinking the door would just shut on its own somehow, but it didn’t. All that Van could see when he peaked was Y/N’s bareback before a towel was wrapped around her. He heard the water begin to run and he looked towards the tv, finding the remote underneath the screen. He grabbed it, going back into the bed after slipping his shoes off. He picked some lame romance movie he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit through. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and went onto the balcony they had.
Verona was beautiful. The city was filled with love and energy that was truly beautiful. What drew Van away from his overlooking of the city was the call of his name coming from the girl in the bath. He knocked on the door before she told him he could come in. “Wanna get some wine? I’ve got an idea.”
“Sure thing. Anything else you want me to get?”
“Nope, that’s all.” Van nodded, closing the door fully behind him. He embarked on his journey to find a bottle of wine that wasn’t severely overpriced. It didn’t take him long, they sold wine bottles a few buildings down. He bought a few bottles and hurried back to their hotel room. Y/N was fully dressed by the time he came back. She sat on the bed shuffling a deck of cards. “You ready?”
“Love, I don’t even know what we’re doing,” he complained, sitting down on the bed with the bottles of wine next to him.
“Just take off your shoes and socks, then I’ll tell ya,” and so he did, doing what he was told. He waited for her to begin speaking again. “We’re gonna get drunk, then we’re gonna sleep and wake up tomorrow morning and nurse a hangover.”
“Why?” He asked, popping open a bottle of red.
“Never been drunk before. Wanna try.” Van looked at her with a bit of an open mouth, not believing someone could go their whole life without even drinking. “What? Does that seriously surprise you?”
“Guess not,” he smiled, taking a sip of wine from the bottle. And so they got drunk as more and more laughter filled the room. Secrets were shared between them, Van stuttering as he whispered his. Y/N didn’t have very many, she wasn’t a secretive person. She was an open book, her life as bland as vanilla ice cream.
“I’ve never had sex before, but I read a lot about it. It intrigues me.” She slurred, taking the bottle from Van’s hands.
“It’s the best feeling ever.” He spoke, laying back on their bed.
“Maybe you could teach me sometime.”
“I could, but not now. I’m very tired.” Y/N put the bottle on the bedside table, getting off the bed to dig into Van’s bag. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting you pajamas! You’re not going to be comfortable sleeping in jeans, silly.” She pulled out the first t shirt and pants she saw. She helped him out of his shirt, pulling it over his head before helping him out of his pants. She slipped on his pajamas, climbing into the bed next to him. She whispered lightly as she cuddled into Van’s side, “Goodnight, Van.”
“Goodnight, love.”
***
Saturday was here. Y/N was nervous, and wiping the palms of her hands on her dress. She didn’t want to leave the bathroom, in fear that her dress was showing too much of her skin. Her brother told her she looked beautiful, and it was time to bring this dress out again. She’d got it originally for a school dance, but ended up not going. “Y/N, you okay in there? We’ve gotta leave in a couple minutes.”
“I-I’m good, just wondering if I should wear this scarf or not.”
“Let me see, and I’ll tell you.” She unlocked the door, stepping out of the bathroom as Van’s eyes fell on her. He’d never seen something more beautiful in his whole life. The scarf was on, and then, in one swift motion, it was by her side, being held in her hands. “I’d go without it. Think it’s gonna be warm out today.”
“Let me help you,” Y/N spoke as Van tried to tie his tie. His hands rested on her waist, watching her face as her eyes focused on working on his tie. She flickered her eyes from his tie back to his lips, before finishing it. “There. We ready to go?”
“Yes. Whenever you’re ready.” They were driven to the venue, finding their side. The church was beautiful, and big, which was an underestimation. It seemed like the ceiling touched the clouds, the top of the statue on top forever getting to graze the stars. Everywhere in the church the sun peaked through and touched somehow. “Hey, Jer! You excited?”
“As excited as one can be. Is this Y/N?” Y/N reached to grab Jeremy’s hand. He took hers, shaking it as he smiled. “I’m Jeremy, Ryan here, talks about you all the time.”
“Ryan? You never told me your name was Ryan. And I call bullshit.” Jeremy laughed at Y/N and Van, as Van tried to explain him hating his name. “That’s not a good excuse to change it! Ugh, you’re frustrating. Anyways, congratulations, Jeremy. I’m excited to be here.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here. How long are you two staying?”
“Just till Monday. We’ve been here since Tuesday.” Y/N spoke, giving Jeremy a hug before the ceremony was going to start. Y/N and Van took their seats in the second row and waited for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk out. Then Betty walked out, her dress absolutely beautiful, she looked like an absolute princess.
The ceremony itself wasn’t that long, but it seemed to drag on forever as the church was constantly filled with laughter. Y/N cried, tears silently falling down her face as she imagined herself as the bride, marrying the love of her life. Van wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his side. “Don’t cry, love. Save it for your wedding day.”
He almost said the words ‘our wedding’, but he was afraid that would scare her off. The new bride and groom kissed, everyone in the church clapping as Jeremy dipped Betty, and walked off. Van and Y/N followed behind after everyone left, Y/N’s need to see every inch of the church only growing.
“It’s so beautiful here, Van. Look at the artistry, and the statues! These are so beautiful.” Van smiled lightly as he watched her gush about the artwork inside the church. Much to her dismay, they were escorted out by the preacher, who asked them so nicely to leave the building so he could officiate another wedding in a few hours.
They went back to the hotel, killing time by watching movies until the reception was beginning. Drinks and food was served right away, everyone decently drunk by the time music started playing. “Dance with me, love!”
They practically ran to the dancefloor, taking their rightful spots next to the bride and groom. Y/N tells Betty how wonderful she looked, gushing about how absolutely beautiful the dress was. Van and Jeremy talked about nothing that mattered - music and their women, mostly. Van told Jeremy about how much Y/N was killing him. “She doesn’t even know that she’s doing it, though. She just fucks me up without even touching me, Jer. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through these next few days without wanting to kiss her all the damn time.”
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“No, I hate her. Of course I fucking like her, mate! Now, help me! How am I supposed to deal with her? Not that she’s a problem.” Van yelled into Jeremy’s ear, making Jeremy laugh. He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.
“Just kiss her, Van. You’ll feel a shit ton better if you do. And trust me, she wants to kiss you, too.” Jeremy walked off and stole Betty from Y/N, making Y/N walking towards Van.
“We should get something to drink so we don’t dance ourselves to death,” she joked, pulling him towards the bar. He ordered two glasses of wine, handing one over to Y/N. She took it, thanking Van as she took her first sip. They small talked until the attention was brought to the dancefloor, indicating they were about to share their first dance. “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon played as the couple sang to the other as they wrapped each other in an embrace.
“We’re not gonna do this at our wedding, are we?” Van asked, immediately freezing up as he realized what he’s said.
“No we are not. We’re gonna be even worse.” She smiled at him, kissing his cheek. He blushed, his face becoming red hot. She wrapped her arm around his waist, giving it a little squeeze to let him know that it was okay, she wasn’t spooked by the early talk of marriage.
“Thank you for coming everyone. We appreciate every single one of you being here. Now, we have a little thank you gift for everyone. Shots from now on are on us! Take as many as you want.” Van was one of the first people back to the bar, ordering two tequila shots, equipped with salt and two limes. He showed her how to take it, putting some salt on the back of her hand. Van took her hand, licking the salt off of it while looking her in the eyes. He then downed the shot and bit the lime.
Y/N did the same, making eye contact the same way Van did when she licked the salt off of his hand. The tequila felt foreign to her, even though she’d had it a few times before. Van was aching inside, his mouth hung slightly open as she tipped her head back to take it. He wanted to curse, tell her she was the most beautiful women he’d ever met.
They spent the rest of their time getting (not too terribly) drunk off tequila shots and, what seemed like, each other. Y/N enjoyed the company of Van’s family, easily fitting in with their uncaring demeanor. Van loved watching Y/N dance with some family friends of his, the girls just talking about how beautiful Y/N looked in her dress. “She looks really good, Ryan. You found yourself a work of art.”
“Yeah, she is.” Jeremy looked at the way Van stared at her, noticing it was the exact same way he looked as his wife. He patted Van on the back, walking over to his wife, planting a kiss on her lips. Van walked over towards Y/N, pulling her from the crowd, “wanna go back to the hotel? I’m kinda tired.”
“Yeah, my feet hurt from these heels.” They called a driver, him dropping them off wishing them luck on their travels. Van paid and helped Y/N out of the car and up to the hotel room. She huffed, trying to unzip her dress, but failing to do so. “I can’t get my dress off.”
“Can I?” Y/N nodded, moving her hair over to one side, giving Van full access of her zipper. His hand lay gently on her shoulder as his other hand attends to the issue at hand. He unzips the dress slowly, his fingertips grazing at the newly exposed skin. It fell to the floor with a small sound, stepping out of it she turned to Van. His eyes never left her face. He didn’t look anywhere but her eyes. It was killing her on the inside. She wanted him to look, in her head she practically begged him.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, her hands locking with Van’s. And he obeyed. His lips just barely touched hers, making sure this was what she truly wanted. She pulled his face down to hers, her lips crashing onto his.
It was like this for the rest of the night. Passionate kissing without any release of sorts. Van didn’t want to have sex with her, at least, at the moment. And Y/N wasn’t ready to have sex, seeing as she’d never had it before. Sometime in the midst of their makeout, she told him. “Van, I’ve never…. done anything like… this… before.”
“You’re a virgin?” He asked, her head nodding up and down. “That’s okay. I’ll wait until you’re ready, darling. Just say the word and I’m ready.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, kissing Van on the tip of his nose. They laid in each other’s arms and decided their last two days there deserved to be spent roaming around the wonderful city, drinking in everything they could until they’d inevitably go back to their wonderful town.
