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you-andthebottlemen · 4 years

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61 - Glasgow song fic

Hi everyone!! I know the catfish fic scene here is kind of dead but this is for those of you still out there. A short but sweet fic for a short but sweet song! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading (and waiting for me to finally post and fill this request!!) E x

Based on the requests:

could you maybe do a fan fictions based around the song Glasgow? I love your writing! x

from @smotherme-inlippy

Cheating on your boyfriend with Van?

for anonymous.

(Fun fact: I’ve actually been to Sauchiehall Street and went there for a night out! And I totally didn’t imagine that I was going all the same places Van had been....)

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You knew you shouldn’t be seeing Van, but you just couldn’t help yourself. There had always been something so magnetic about him. You’d slept together a few times and had a bit of a reputation as a pair. Though despite your nights together, there were never any real feelings. Maybe that’s what drew you to him the most? You could be yourself and not be burdened by the responsibilities, expectations and everything else ‘being in love’ entailed. You could go months without seeing him or talking but always have things fall right back into place. There was no stress or drama or pressure with him like there was with everyone else. You needed fun and chaos and there was no one better for that than Van McCann.

“What time do ya’ call this, y/n?!” Van joked as you slid onto the stool beside him, his face lit up with happiness.

His hair was longer than when you last saw him. The ends flicked up under his ears as if they were desperate to grow into a proper curl.

“Fashionably late,” you winked.

Van just chuckled and ordered you a drink as he had already started.

The bar was lively as always, packed with every type of person you could imagine. It was dimly lit with the walls covered in posters and neon signs, old rock music pulsating all around you. It was your favourite bar on all of Sauchiehall Street. And you’d tried them all to be sure. You loved when Van was touring in Scotland or just had time off to come see you and traipse your way down the strip of bars.

Just as you placed your phone and bag down on the table, a text flashed from Alex; your boyfriend. Kind of boyfriend. It wasn’t something serious with him, but serious enough that you knew you shouldn’t be drinking alone with Van. Though one glance up into his blue eyes swimming with excitement, was all you needed and you put your phone away. You didn’t want to think about Alex tonight, his clinginess suffocated you and his sickly sweetness turned you off.

You and Van caught up on life since you’d last seen each other. He told you about the band and what countries they’d visited as well as all plans for the next album; the usual. As much as you wanted to make fun of him for always going on about Catfish, you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You loved how proud he was of it all.

He asked about you too, so you told him about Alex. Van’s expression remained the same, so you weren’t able to tell if he was disappointed or relieved that you were seeing someone. You also weren’t sure you should have brought it up.

“Have you been seeing anyone?” you asked Van curiously.

“There was one girl for a little while…but it didn’t work and I didn’t really try to be honest. So, no. Single as a flamingo,” he replied, trying hard to rhyme the last part and looking far too pleased with himself.

“What? Single as a…flamingo?” you laughed, raising one eyebrow.

“Somethin’ Bond said,” Van shrugged and you shook your head in amusement.

Soon the conversation fell on how Alex was endlessly worried about Van; to the point he would scroll through your phone while you were in the shower trying to find evidence of betrayal. It bothered him how people would always ask you where Van was, how close you looked in photos or how all your best stories featured Van somewhere in the plot. It was toxic and you knew it, but you didn’t have the energy to fight or leave; Alex was just something to fill the time and fill the space in your bed. He was alright and it wasn’t like you were in love with him anyway.

“You gotta break up with him y/n, can’t be with someone who don’t trust ya.”

Not letting slip that you hadn’t told Alex you were here and that he had every reason not to trust you, you just groaned and gulped down your second drink.

“Let’s get shots!” you decided, breaking the awkward silence.

You and Van counted down each time you took a shot, always laughing at each other’s twisted facial expressions from the taste of the liquor and the inevitable throat burn. Van’s proper smile, the one he always tried to hide, all wonky teeth and smile lines made you smile even wider.

“I’m glad that you’re home,” you admitted.

You forgot for a moment that this wasn’t Van’s home, but that’s not really what you meant anyway. You meant you were glad he was back here with you.

“Getting’ sappy are we y/n?” he teased.

You play elbowed him then with a laugh, Van stood and held his hand out to you.

“Wanna dance?”

You grinned and nodded then let him twirl you over to the makeshift dancefloor. Standing upright made you realise just how drunk you were. The room was spinning, time was moving fast yet slow and you were convinced it was only you and Van left in the whole wide world and that was completely okay with you.

The music wasn’t the best rhythm for dancing to but that didn’t stop you. Van wiggled his hips out of beat and waved his arms around, making you giggle and try to move along with his timing. Soon your hands found the front of his soft velvet jacket. You ran your fingers over the fabric and pulled gently. Van’s hands moved to your waist and you shut your eyes.

It felt like when you opened your eyes again, you were sat back on the bar stool beside Van, singing a loud and drunken duet to no one in particular. You couldn’t remember where time had gone or what had happened in between the dancing and now. A sign of too much alcohol, though you didn’t stop to worry.

You stopped singing and glanced over at Van who was belting out words and had his arms lifted up into the air. You burst out laughing, realising that the bar was in fact empty except for the few staff members cleaning up. They’d locked up but let you stay, probably thoroughly entertained. This was not the first time it had happened either and you had a suspicion that they must have known who Van was.

Once you had downed some water, said your thanks and goodbyes, you pulled Van out the door and into the night down Sauchiehall Street. He draped his jacket over you and slung an arm around your shoulders. You wriggled your arms into the jacket, grateful for the warmth and shoved your hands into the pockets, shielding them from the cold.

The usually loud and bustling street filled with clubs and bars and takeaway shops was now eerily quiet. Quiet except for Van’s slurred singing and the clacks of your shoes on the concrete.

You stopped walking and took off your heels with a small yelp as your bare feet touched the cold ground.

“Here…” Van mumbled and picked you up bridal style with a bit of a groan.

“Getting old,” you teased and clung to his neck, your shoes in your hand hanging over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna be the coolest old man,” Van smiled, unafraid of ageing like most people you knew.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gonna do music til I’m well old like my Grandad and all my grandkids are gonna be dead excited to come visit me all the time,” he replied, looking out into the night.

You laughed to yourself and rested your head against him.

Halfway up Sauchiehall Street, you told Van to put you down and have a break. He leant against a wall and had a smoke while you talked to him about anything and everything. You sat down cross legged on the pavement with your back against the bricks by his feet. When Van was finished smoking, he collapsed down beside you looking a little cold and worse for wear. You tried to give him back his jacket but he wouldn’t take it. Instead, he folded over and rested his head in your lap. You stroked his hair and kept talking.

“I love this,” you said, referring to your drunken nights with Van talking shit and being ridiculous.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with Glasgow,” Van replied dreamily.

Though what he really meant was that he’d fallen in love with you.

“Why?” you asked, naïve or rather willingly oblivious, to Van’s hidden admission.

“It’s beautiful and it’s fun and nowhere else is as good. I keep looking for better and I can’t find it.”

“But you’ve been all over the world?”

“Exactly.”

After a long silence, Van tried to sit up, his head clearly spinning. You took some of his weight and propped him up straight against the wall. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.

“Y/n…” he said with a strange tone that made your heart lurch, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Van’s eyes met yours.

“No, you’re not Van,” you sighed.

“I am y/n. I can’t get you out of my head, you’re all I think about,” he pushed, reaching out to take your hands.

You folded your arms to your chest.

“Don’t say that Van, don’t ruin this.”

“What? Ruin what?”

“Everything! Our friendship, our fun…we can hang out and forget everything else and just be us. I don’t want it to become complicated and weird,” you tried to explain, a little exasperated.

“It won’t ruin things,” Van replied.

You shut your eyes and groaned, pissed off. Why did he have to do this? You didn’t know what to say so you stood, put your shoes back on and took off Van’s jacket then threw it in his lap. He looked a little taken aback but said nothing.

“Let’s just go home. I’m too drunk to talk about this.”

You didn’t want to hurt him any more than you probably had, and you didn’t want to have a conversation that required thought when you were likely to not remember it tomorrow. You weren’t in love with Van. Part of you wished you were just to be able to make him feel better. Another part wished it because you knew you’d never find a better man. But you couldn’t make yourself feel it and you weren’t sure you wanted to.

Van walked by your side all the way back to your little house, both of you silent except for the sounds of Van’s lighter and deep breaths puffing on another cigarette.

By the time you arrived home, your frustration at Van had disappeared. You opened the gate careful not to make too much noise and unlocked the door just as quietly. Before you could step inside, Van reached out and stopped you.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Van said quietly.

“You don’t need to be sorry Van. I’m just…I guess I’m sorry too. I wish I could feel what you want me to.”

Van shook his head and pulled you into him. He held you tight and rocked side to side.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I know what we have together, and I should have thought about it. Guess I was just really drunk.”

What Van said didn’t really sit right with you, though you decided to keep your mouth shut.

When you pulled away from Van’s grip, you looked into his face. Maybe it was the alcohol still floating around in your system, maybe it wasn’t, but you thought he looked kind of beautiful. For a moment, you were both still and just staring at one another. You knew then exactly how this was going to go.

Van’s lips crashed into yours with force and you melted under his touch. You let him scoop you up in his arms once again and carry you through the front door, kicking it shut behind him.

Once in the bedroom he placed you down and you threw off your shoes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

“I shouldn’t do this,” Van breathed into your neck.

You knew that Van, while being one for fun and promiscuity, wasn’t a homewrecker and still had strong morals. He was probably thinking about Alex, or the feelings he had for you, knowing that both of those would only cause you both more pain when the sun came up. You pushed those thoughts out of your mind too; you would work all that out tomorrow.

You kissed him again, showing him that you didn’t mind, that you wanted him. You could feel how much he wanted you too.

His hands reached under your top and pulled it off over your head. You undid his belt and trousers. Each action exciting you more until there was nothing left to take off. Van stopped for a moment and brushed some hair out of your face.

“You have me wrapped right round your finger, don’t you?” he chuckled, his voice breathy and rasping.

You weren’t sure what to respond with so began to kiss his neck. You ran your hands up and down his body and all thoughts of anything except the here and now, escaped your mind.

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auvan · 7 years

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#3- Van McCann (Smut)

Request: Anonymous: Heya. If you do smut, could you do one with Van seated on a chair, hands tied on his back. Therefore, he cannot touch the reader. She undresses him and herself, she’s a tease. Obviously, consensual. Like they’ve been a couple for a long time and decided to try new stuff. Thank you! Anonymous: smut smut smut smut smut!

Word Count: 1508

Note: This is my first ever actual attempt at smut. I don’t think it’s /horrible/ and alllllll feedback is appreciated. Requests are open and I’m willing to write just about anything. Thank you for requesting, I love you all!!

Van storms into your shared apartment, placing his guitar case on the ground with a thud. He texted you hours ago, warning that he was having a terrible day at the studio. Days like this are uncommon, but not unheard of.

“Shit day?” You call out. Van groans.

“Pure bullshit.” Van’s voice is more drained than angry.

Approaching Van, you help him take his jacket off. He doesn't say anything, only rolls his neck and saunters towards the couch. He’s obviously upset, because he never forgets to kiss you. Yet, for whatever reason, he doesn't seem to remember.

“No kiss?” you tease, grabbing his wrist gently.

Van cracks a laugh, turning around and kissing your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, then your lips. You run your fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss softly. Van is eager, though, and tries to speed up the kiss, his hands making their way under your shirt.

“Nuh-uh,” You shake your head, moving away from Van. “I have plans for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Van sasses, biting his lip.

“You've had a stressful day, haven't you?” You start to head to your shared bedroom, peering over your shoulder to make sure Van is following.

“You have no idea.” Van sounds exasperated.

“Come, sit.” You lead your blue eyed beauty to a chair that you've dragged in from the kitchen. “I’m going to take care of you, alright?”

Van nods as you press a kiss to his neck. You take a few steps back, watching him sit in silence. Grabbing the top button of his shirt, you work your fingers all the way down, button by button, purposely raking your fingers down his chest on the way. You help him shrug the shirt off of his shoulders, taking a moment to admire your man.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” You whisper in his ear, biting at the lobe. “Get undressed. Fully.”

Van’s cheeks are flushed red as you walk towards the bathroom. Quickly, you check yourself in the mirror and grab the silk tie from your bathrobe. Your outfit doesn't seem special at first glance- just a pair of leggings and a t-shirt with a sweater. What's beneath your outfit, though, is the real kicker. Pale lace straight from the shelves of La Perla is soft against your skin, and you know that Van will go wild for it.

When you peek out, Van is naked in all his glory. Beautiful. You can't help but grin to yourself.

“Alright, Van,” You put your hair in a ponytail, exposing your neck. “Here are the rules.”

“Alright, Honey.” Van sucks in a sharp breath. This is one of Van’s favorite games.

“You can look,” you take a few steps towards Van. “But you can't touch.”

Van doesn't say anything as you secure the tie around his wrists. You are careful to not go too tight, but rather just tight enough to keep him in place. You do the same to his ankles, pressing soft kisses just above the ties. Van sighs happily.

The crack of a record sets the mood completely, the dim lights helping. Van’s body looks beautiful, like always, in the soft light. His lips are parted slightly, cheekbones and jawline sharp and deep. You stand in front of Van, leaning in, kissing and licking from behind his ear to his collarbones.

“Are you relaxed?” You ask, continuing your trail of kisses.

Van just moans, looking down at you. You smile, stopping at his pelvis.

“Tease!” Van hisses, not upset at you.

Backing away, you begin your strip tease. Starting with your sweater, you lift the hem, leaving you in your singlet. Then, you move back to Van, straddling his legs. You kiss him, full tongue on tongue, allowing him to kiss your neck and chest. When you feel his member harden against your stomach, you stop, lifting up. The friction makes him whine.

“Not so fast,” You tease, backing away.

“Baby,” Van cries, hips bucking. “Please.”

You shake your head, pulling the singlet over your head smoothly. Van gasps, eyes widening at your chest. You giggle. Dancing around for a few moments, you then remove your socks. Van’s eyes are deadlocked on your perky, lifted breasts. Then, you start to pull down your leggings, turning around so Van can have full view of your ass.

There was a time where you were shy around Van; when the idea of stripping in front of him scared you. Now, though, there was nothing but pure trust, comfort, and love. There is so much trust, in fact, that Van is tied to a chair, watching you strip naked while his favorite record plays behind you.

You kick your leggings in front of you, bending straight down, then coming up slowly. Van is cursing and moaning, and when you turn back around, he fully hardens.

“Did I buy that?” He smirks. A rhetorical. Of course, even when you're the one in control, he's cocky. You shrug. Of course he did. As if you'd spend $500 on underwear. Only Van was capable of that.

You take your seat on his lap again, moving the lace on your crotch against his cock. You grind against him, moaning for show. Gripping your breasts, you slide off of Van, causing his hips to buck up at the loss of contact.

“Now, Baby,” You take your hair out of the tie, shaking it down. “Tonight's all about you.”

“Hm?” Van is sweating.

“What do you want to see?”

“Your mouth on my cock?” It sounds more like a question, but you decide to give Van what he wants.

You kneel before him. Pressing kisses to his thighs, you move your lips up to his stomach where you lick a line down his happy trail. You press a kiss to the base of his shaft, tonguing your way to the top. You leave wet kisses all over, taking the tip of his member into your mouth, then pulling off with a pop. Van is hissing and moaning, hips bucking up.

You kiss his mouth again, stepping backwards. You were wet now, fully aroused. You pulled your bra straps down, keeping eye contact with Van. You unhooked the back, letting it fall down your arms to the ground. The only thing left was your sexy little lace thong, you pushed it down your thighs, Van moaning and bucking at the sight. He tilted his head back, eyes closed. You were fully naked, entirely exposed, and you could see Van’s reaction. You could hear how he felt about it.

“I just wanna touch you,” Van licks his lips. “I wanna feel you.”

You bring yourself down on Van, aligning him with your folds. You move up and down, letting him try to buck up as much as he can. Kissing and licking up and down his neck, you can tell that he's close. He’s a mess, groaning and sighing, moaning hard and deep. You move back and grab his cock, lining it up with your hole. You rake your hands up and down his chest, sinking down into him with a sharp gasp.

Van is cursing as you ride him, mumbling sweet nothings and lifting his hips to meet you. You can tell that his inability to touch you has enhanced the experience, because he's on the edge of his orgasm.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” He breathes, chanting your name like a prayer. You're close, too. You’re playing off of each other’s arousal, feeding into each other’s sounds. Moaning into each other’s mouths. Despite Van not touching you, it was one of the most intimate experiences possible.

Van sinks his teeth into your neck, signaling your orgasm. You sigh his name, shaking as you cum. You feel Van’s cock stiffen as he shoots his load into you, and it takes you a few minutes before you can move off of him. You press a quick kiss to his lips before stepping behind him, untying his wrists first. You do the same for his ankles, helping him off of the chair. He bearhugs you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you,” He promises. “That was incredible, really.”

“Yeah? I thought you'd like that.” You move towards the bed, pulling Van with you. “I love you, too.”

Finally, after cleaning up, Van collapses next to you. His head in the crook of your neck, lips pressing against your bare skin.

“You seem relaxed,” You giggle, turning to him.

“I am,” Van drags on the ‘m’ sound. “Thank you.”

“Today wasn't all bad, then?” You run your thumb across Van’s cheek.

“It’s never a bad day with you, Sugar.” You don't doubt Van’s words, because the way that he kisses your forehead gently tells you that he's being honest.

You don't pry, because once Van’s ready, he'll tell you whatever happened. For now, you rest your head on his chest and swirl designs onto his bare skin. He smiles down at you, and for now, you're pretty sure that you're the reason why.

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vantasies · 7 years

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Hello! Finally had the time to make this blog. I’m new to this so please bear with me.

This is a blog for fan-fiction/imagines mainly about Van Mccann and occasionally about the other lids of the band Catfish and the Bottlemen. I admit I’m not very good at this and I’m still learning so I appreciate all comments, suggestions and others.

Feel free to ask or message me about anything. I’d love to hear from you.

As for requests, I’ll do my very best to respond and work on it.

Love and peace.

#catfishandthebottlemen #catb #vanmccann #benjiblakeway #johnnybond #bobhall #texts #imagines #fictions

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georgiacocoon-blog · 6 years

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Wattpad Van McCann fan fictions!!

Hey There Delilah: https://my.w.tt/Hz56aTgIvP

Luna: https://my.w.tt/ht6OJpiIvP

Anything Part 1: https://my.w.tt/PqSmUulIvP

Anything Part 2: https://my.w.tt/aHaVeDmIvP

Honey That’s Alright: https://my.w.tt/Hn9mz7nIvP

All by Browneyedhippie on wattpad (me)

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okayohay · 2 months

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Hi!!!

Been updating, editing and writing fics all weekend. Might have even started a new one. (It’s absurd of me to do that, I I know).

If fanfiction is your thing, I’ll link to my WP below!

Closer (Sam Fender)

The Only Living Boy In New York (Van McCann)

If you want to be able to read these on tumblr, lmk and I can start the upload process. I just don’t know what’s easier? I hope you enjoy the updates! Thank you for the continued support!

#van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #fan fiction #writer #fan fic author #sam fender #fan fic problems #fan fics #fan fic writer

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okayohay · 3 months

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Valentine's Day for the characters!

A day late but I wanted to share some one-shots from my fics if the characters were celebrating the holiday! I wanted to start with an old favorite beacuse I haven't updated Edgy in so long! Please enjoy, and if you want more, you can find this story here ! I’ll be uploading other characters from other fics as well!

I Just Wanted To Be Edgy Too Valentine's Edition Van and Ellie

Van’s POV

It shouldn’t matter.

One day out of the three-hundred and sixty-five days I had with her in a year shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t be any different. It never was for anyone else.

But this was Ellie.

It was different.

Everything I ever wanted, or needed…it was her. And even though our introduction to our life together was both physically and emotionally painful, it was worth every ugly second to get to where we were now.

I watched her in the kitchen as she fiddled with the stovetop and scraped the pan in front of her with a spatula. She was humming along to whatever indie band she had playing, and she hadn’t noticed my staring, or she would have called me out by now. She blushed feverishly anytime she caught me looking at her, but I couldn’t help it. The wedding planning was consuming us both and every time we talked about the event or the festivities that followed, I couldn’t help but lose my train of thought. Knowing she’d officially belong to me forever had me wrapped up in knots. I was a moth to a flame anytime I was near her. I’d always been affected by her, but it was different now, more intense. Her ring glistened against the kitchen lights and I smiled sheepishly. She was mine forever…just a few more months.

I fiddled with my necklace around my neck and bit my lip. Ellie was specific about Valentine’s Day. she wanted nothing. Nothing at all. She said I had already given her too much. But I stopped at the market on my way home from my parents and snagged her a dozen roses because I wanted to. She’d already thrown a fit about the roses, but they were in a vase at the table and I caught her smiling whenever she caught a glimpse of them. She finished with the pan and popped whatever she was making in the oven before washing her hands. I crept up behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder.

“Got a minute?”

She turned on a smile and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me lightly. “For you, I have all the minutes.”

I’d only been home from tour five days, so we were still in the heavily romantic stages of bliss, but I wasn’t going to complain. I missed this most when I was gone.

“There’s one more thing I have for you.”

She frowned. “I told you no gifts!”

I shook my head. “And I can’t help it. Besides…this one is different.”

She backed away from me playfully and folded her arms over her chest. “How? You say that about everything.”

I sighed. “It’s just…I’ve wanted to do this my whole life. So bear with me.”

“What are you talking about? We’re already engaged and you said that when you got on your knee!”

“Christ, Ellie! Give me a sec! This is…this is just really important!”

“And this wasn’t?” She pointed to her ring jokingly.

“No, that’s not what I mean! Damnit, I’m all flustered, love! Just come with me into the living room.” I tugged at her hand and she fell in line behind me. Every step felt like a mile until we sank to the couch. The gas fireplace rolling across from us was casting the only light in the living room apart from the hue coming from the kitchen. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and let my fingers trail against her collar bone. Her breathing hitched and she closed her eyes for a moment. After all this time she still reacted the same way to me. It reminded me of our first kiss in that hotel room. It was so wrong at that time, we were pushing incredible limits but we’d made it, and that heat never died.

“Ellie.” My voice was low and hoarse. “I can give you a ring, and my word, and my loyalty. You already have it all. And soon you’ll have my second name. And maybe I’m being premature about this, I had other plans for this on our wedding day, but I don’t want to wait until then. I want you to know now, that I’m never going anywhere. I’m not leaving you. And all the times we thought that of each other, all the moments where trust was gone and we were buried in silence and the times we thought we hated each other, and the countless encounters and moments with Barns that didn’t always end well, all of that was worth it. I never wanted to be with anyone but you. I stayed through that, you stayed through that. And I want you to know it’s forever.”

Her eyes were glistening with tears that hadn’t fallen. “Van…I do know that.”

I shook my head. “I know. But I want to make sure you fully comprehend my commitment to you.”

Her eyes traveled down to my neck where my shirt was unbuttoned and minutes before walking into the kitchen, I’d unfastened the chain around my neck of the necklace that I never took off.

“Van…your necklace…”

I reached around to the back of her neck as I splayed half the gold pendant my father gave me to his matching one, against her skin. She immediately stopped breathing as I latched the lock and adjusted it so it fell in the center of her chest.

“It’s not mine. It never was. It was temporary, until I found its keeper. And I’ve done that.”

A tear rolled down her face. “I can’t…”

“You already have. Besides. It looks better on you anyway.” I smiled as I wiped her tears away with my thumb and leaned in to kiss her as she shook against me.

“I love you, Ellie. And I know you know that. And this is yours until it goes to our own son or daughter. So please take care of it. And I promise I’ll always take care of you.”

“I don’t know what to say.” She whispered as her fingers found the chain.

I smiled at her in response. “There’s nothing for you to say, love. I’m just glad I finally found you.”

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