FIC INDEX (mobile)
Meeting Van in a nightclub
Van takes care of you when you’re sick (platonic)
Van’s undying love for Ewan McGregor. A cute, short fic about movie watching with Van.
Single dad Van falls for his kids’ teacher
Van dating a journalist
You’re dating another of the guys but fall for Van
You and Van are childhood friends. There’s something there but he leaves for tour and you don’t see him for years til he’s back in town
You and Van like each other. You have to date in secret because you’re Bondy’s sister
Van and another guy compete for your affections
Smut with a dominant Van
Van’s POV: Comforting you in the night when you’re stressed
Van and university - an AU. You’re new and Van is your first friend.
You’re a singer. You only ever see Van in passing on stage and at festivals. He’s obsessed with you. It’s nervous and awkward. Both ‘your’ and Van’s POV.
Van’s POV: meets (fan) girl overseas, he goes home and can’t stop thinking about her. He meets her again by chance and they can finally be together.
‘Your’ POV and Van’s POV: You are Van’s neighbour and share a balcony but don’t know and he scares the crap out of you one day
Based off one of Van’s tweets “You should’ve found me! Id’ve f*****d you so hard! Made you moan like mad!”
“Van’s POV literally anything!” - Grumpy Van wants cuddles and needs cheering up
Van’s POV - Running into Van after a breakup and he still loves you
‘OUTSIDE’ song fic - a sequel to #8
Vampire Van AU (for storiesaboutvan and lennonsjohn)
Easter special
Van appreciating curves - can’t keep his hands off his girl
Frat Van - AU
Harry Potter universe + Van/catb - AU
Wedding collab with storiesaboutvan: marrying Van - Van’s POV
Original: Van convinces you to skip class. Cute fluff.
*Two requests as one* - Van’s POV - you see Van in a bar and he tries to be confident and come talk to you then falls over or does something clumsy. ‘Your’ POV - You meet Van in a bar then go separate ways but find each other through one of those missed connections apps.
Original: Van says he likes you for the first time (short fic)
Original: Van’s POV - looking after a sick, grumpy Van (short fic)
Original: Winter with Van (short fic)
Van’s POV: See’s a fan (you) at the show and thinks she’s pretty. Talks to her after and they go back to his.
“Van calling you up drunk cause he got some lies to tell” - ‘Your’ POV, breaking up with Van, going to visit his sad self on tour
Original- Van’s POV: baking!!!
Van’s POV: Van hears of a musician through someone and becomes obsessed with her AND Van see’s you performing at an open mic night and asks you out
PART 2 of #18: Running into Van and he still loves you (Van’s POV) AND “inspired by Wolf Alice’s song Heavenly Creatures"
Smut: Giving Van a lap dance
Cheating Van??
An original - you’re in love with Van and decide to tell him, only to receive a pleasant surprise.
Van and his girl make pasta together. Super fluffy.
Van’s Birthday - a collab with @storiesaboutvan
Sequel to #22 - Vampire AU
Out with your best friend, you’re VERY drunk, Van’s been making eyes. A guy comes onto you when it’s unwanted, Van steps in + takes care of you. Two POVs!!
AU - Prince Van?? (An interpretation) ‘Peasant Van’ Medieval AU. Lol it’s way cuter than it sounds.
Original - fluffy, beach day with Van.
A mini fic about a sleepless night made better by a sleepy Van (for @storiesaboutvan)
PART 2 of #24 - Harry Potter AU
Original AU - Van is your pizza boy and your dog makes a mess.
A Christmas fic
Fighting with Van, making up, cute stargazing date fluff.
Original - Van helping you out with your photography career.
Original - High school, small town gossip, a pregnancy scare and saying ‘I love you’ for the first time.
Van is lovesick but you think he’s just being friendly…
OVERLAP song fic
Original - taking Van to a student festival/rave
AU - Peasant Van part 2
SIDETRACK song fic
Dating Van in secret + hearing Hourglass for the first time
Original: You’re stressed, Larry calls Van in for back up (cute + platonic)
Van’s 27th birthday special
INTERMISSION x MISSION song fic
GLASGOW song fic
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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
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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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