Vanmccann Stories

🌼 "Oh Bondy mate, mind me baby cousin she's sleepin in there," "In your loo?" I frowned hovering by the door, hesitant now to go for a piss at all. "no," Van screwed his face up, looking me up and down as if I had two heads, "in me bath," 🌼 🌼 Catfish and the Bottlemen 🌼 because there aren't enough Bondy stories 🌼

When the wars began we delighted in the revolution, we raised a glass to the collapse of society, made a toast to the bitter hope in our hearts. Seems like a long time ago now. Sam Fender/Inhaler/Catfish

You've been working 6 nights a week at your local pub Kings Head in your small town of Llandudno since you were 18. You're now 21. It was meant to be a part time gig, just a weekend job while you went through uni, but when the stress got too much and you left school, it became your full time job. The job has its perks, but it also comes with one massive downside. Van McCann. He and his shitty little band perform at the pub every single weekend and you're sick of it. Van and you have never got along, but Van can't seem to just leave you alone

Hello everyone, I made this so I can explore my creative side since I've been neglecting it. Most of these are random and are from bands, artists, and fictional characters I'm obsessed with atm. The first chapter goes over how anyone can request things and my rules. Each chapter will have its trigger warning in it if it isn't a fluffy chapter. 🥰 =Fluff 😠=Angst I will not be writing smut.

you get bored of your job ands find yourself becoming an assistant for an indie/roc band. You and the singer dont get on but there is tension.

One photo was all it took to blow your life apart. Overnight, your breakup was plastered across gossip sites, strangers dissecting your every move. By the next day, you'd been replaced in the headlines, by Van McCann, the reckless rockstar with a scandal of his own. Your agent's solution? Pretend to date him. However, the pretending doesn't last so long.

His eyes locked on me, and wouldn't leave. What is this funny feeling I get in my stomach when he looks at me?

Part 2 of Outside... Distance, heartbreak, betrayal, love and loss... Lyla had experienced it all in the time she'd been alive, but nothing could prepare her for the feelings she was to endure in her future with British rising-to-fame rockstar, Van McCann.

Being the little sister of the frontman of a band that's quickly rising to fame was never easy for Liv, always tagging along on the tour bus, hanging around backstage for hours on end and getting dragged out to the pub after every show. But when they bring a charming blonde Geordie along on tour, being the little sister seemingly gets a whole lot harder.

Aspiring artist Camile finds herself falling for Van McCann after a coffee shop encounter. But will she see him again? Will she leave Glasgow?

Imagines written from Van's POV.

When all the lights go out and the colorful world of adventure you've known fades into a darkness of predominant black and a navy blue as dark as grief, do you know what you've got to do? Just keep swimming.

What it says on the tin x

🌼🌼 "Bondys lost his sister?" I looked back at the lads blankly, they looked back at me blankly. "Sister?" Said Larry emerging from the garage with a bottle of vodka and a water gun. "Yeah..." said Bondy looking round at us as if we were all mad, his bleary eyes blinking as he struggled to stay tuned to reality, "yeah Eponine my little sister..." he looked at me as if I ought to understand but all I could do was shake my head slowly. "Mate you've never mentioned a sister before..." I started slowly, "are you... sure you've got one?" I smirked unsure myself whether or not that was a ridiculous question. "Van?!" He gasped almost choking on his beer. 🌼🌼 When they meet at a party in 2013 they meet in a blur of tears, spilled drinks and broken hearts. Their lives always seem to overlap at the worst possible moments for Eponine Bond.

Some festive fics about the catfish lads

catfish and the bottlemen imagines to fill the hole that their lack of online presence leaves us with <3

"Youre worse than our Van you are, bet you don't even have lungs..." "Yeah well, oxygens over rated, I don't need to breath..." So this is like a double ff cause its gonna have catfish and 1975 and possibly some others in it too. Haven't entirely decided yet. *also feel like I should state that this story has very heavy drug use in it and like just because they might seem cool, theyre not cool, and if you think they are cool, read the works of irvine welsh and william burroughs, got that kids, drugs are bad!!*

I watched her across the room as she twirled beneath his fingertips, brunette curls touselled, flaring out as she spun, smiling, joy overwhelming and exuding from her. And I knew. Her skin honey glazed as sweat simmered under the red lights, glowed ethereal and heavenly, her eyes lit up as she tipped her head back laughing. Her lips were red, her cheeks pinched tinged pink. Her body curved in shadows on the walls and though she stood not in the middle of the room, the room centered around her. She was the root and her arms reaching out above her head, her fingers spread as she shook, were the branches and the blossoms and she was they would follow, and if for even a moment she wavered or faltered, if only for a second her smile were to fade, the world would fade with her and there would be no reason to carry on without her. I had to protect her from the world I had built. // catfish and the bottlemen \\

"what'dya say titch, fancy a relaxing little ghost hunt?" "Not really mate..." I sneered back at Van. I'd been doing my best not to listen to the lads conversation, perhaps I should have been concentrating on the subject a little more closely... 🔪🍎Catfish and the Bottlemen//Sam Fender// Horror!! 🍎🔪

Sequel to REM. Please read REM before reading this story or it won't make sense. "Look me in the eyes and tell me this is the life you've always wanted and I'll walk away. Just like that." Book 1: REM Book 2: Dream