catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Lebowskis / Bondy

The bar you were in was all decked out with tinsel and fairy lights, Christmas trees and flashy snowflake lights on the walls. Stars twinkled hanging in all the windows and the bar itself was sprinkled in fake snow.

Someone had really gone all out.

But you weren't feeling all that Christmassy. Even with the Christmas tunes and the festive themed cocktails youd been sipping on all night you weren't feeling all that great.

It was a work Christmas Do mind and no one ever feels fabulous at those. Tonight though you were feeling particularly put out.

It was potentially the last party you would attend for your work, you were thinking about leaving in the new year and going to study something completely different. Sure doing PR for bands was exciting and sure there was never a dull moment, you had loads to invest yourself in and lots to think about all the time, but actually that was a lie. There were plenty of dull moments. All the hours you spent in the office pouring your life into someone else's dream. It was draining and sometimes staring at a computer screen all day just wasn't what you wanted to do.

Hardly ever in fact.

You'd always fancied yourself as a writer, that was your dream, to settle down somewhere quiet and open a book shop or a cafe and spend all your free moments writing. But it was a pipedream and you knew it. An unrealisitic daydream that you only really clung to to get you through long days in the office. And long evenings spent in Christmas themed bars drinking yourself out of and then straight back into your melancholy.

"Y/N isn't it?"

The voice which spoke and drew you out of your thoughts wasnt familiar to you because you'd ever had a conversation with the speaker before. It was familiar to you because you'd spent the last two years of your life having to watch back all their interviews and media appearances to make suggestions for how they could improve their online presence.

You were supposed to be in charge of monitoring their Instagram account too, making sure everything they put up was on brand, but every time you flagged something as not being on brand, this particular individual, the lad who was looking at you expectant and uncertain now, would ignore the labels request that next time he posted something more "chill."

"Uh... Yeah... Hi?" you asked suddenly uncertain yourself. Johnny Bond really couldn't have a good impression of you from the little communication you had ever had with him, always just your notes relayed back to him by the label advisors. You knew how you came across in those notes - a boring, uptight bitch. But that wasn't you and the notes you made were never your own opinions. You actually secretly enjoyed the chaotic antics of Johnny Bond, you just weren't going to risk the career you didn't want or care about to speak up on his behalf. Not when he did such a good job of getting away with ignoring your notes anyway.

"So you're the lass they pay to spy on me," he said with a teasing smile that made you blush. He leant up against the bar and hummed contemplatively as you lost your voice.

"I mean I..." you started, not sure how to defend yourself, "if it's any consolation I don't like doing it..."

"No pet," he chuckled, "somehow hearing you don't even enjoy spying on me makes it even worse... Am a really that insufferable," he was really teasing you now and you were really floundering. You were usually alright at coming up with clever lines, especially after a drink or two, but being face to face with a man you'd had to spend the last two years trying to reign in, despite never having met him before in your life, you were suddenly feeling extremely flustered.

"a..." you started losing your voice and blushing a deep red when he laughed and shook his head offering you a warmer smile as he sipped his drink.

"Howay lass am only messin with yas," he smiled, "I kinda like it actually, getting to meet me FBI agent," he said, "always wondered who it was they were forcing to suffer my Instagram," he grinned, chuckling again when you winced thinking you'd offended him.