#The Devil Next Door

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The Devil Next Door Part 3

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Warnings: SMUT! Sexually frustrated characters, everyone’s wanking (I’m so sorry) Why do I write this stuff and then feel the need to apologise for it ha ha 🫣 There’s some of Van’s POV too… ❤️‍🔥

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You stand on Van's front doorstep, finger poised hovering over the doorbell, trying to psyche yourself up. You've just provoked him into an angry state and now you've actually got to swallow your pride and be nice to him. Well... you don't actually have to be nice you suppose, as long as you're 'civil'. That's what he said wasn't it? You're not giving him any more than that...

There's a scuffling sound behind the door and then it starts to swing open, slowly at first but then it's opening wide, Van's tall, slim frame filling the space. His face cycles from curiosity to surprise then settles on that smug grin of his that you're so used to seeing. Irritation already starts bristling inside but you try to dampen it down, crossing your arms across your chest in a defensive pose. Van mirrors you, but in contrast to your stiffened stance he's much more relaxed, leaning casually against the frame, his head cocked back as he gives you the once over.

"Well, well, this is a surprise. Can't keep away eh? Or maybe you've come round to apologise? Is that it?"

His voice raises questioningly but you ignore his ask, keeping your tone steady and flat as you speak. "Actually I've just come to pick up a parcel. It was delivered today whilst I was at work. Do you have it?"

Your cheeks start to warm immediately and you try in vain to think of something else... anything else but the contents of your package to distract you but it's futile. You're sure your shame and humiliation is written all over your face as clear as day and Van can work out exactly what's running through your mind. But that's just impossible... isn't it?

The corners of his lips twitch into a wider smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "A parcel?"

"Yes, you heard me," you say, anxious to get away. "Do you have it?"

He shrugs, lazily, looking thoughtful. "Hmmm... Might do... I'd have to check. You coming in?"

"I can wait h..." you start to say but Van reacts before you can get your words out, stepping forward and draping an arm over your shoulder, ushering you inside. You shuffle forwards against your better judgement, cursing silently as your body involuntarily tingles under his touch.

"So... this parcel then? It's something important, right?"

"Does it matter what it is?" You snap, failing to keep your composure.

"It's just that you seem very keen to get it..."

Why the hell is nothing straightforward with him? You follow him into the living room, glancing around quickly, trying to be surreptitious like you're not really interested at all in how he lives. It's not unclean but it's a little untidy. There's a guitar propped up against the coffee table where a messy sheaf of paperwork's been strewn, a jacket slung in a heap on the sofa. A few mugs with half drunk cups of tea that look like they've been forgotten about and an ashtray on the table with a smouldering cigarette propped on it's edge. For saying two young lads live here you're actually pleasantly surprised. You were expecting a slovenly mess, maybe the remnants of a recent party littering the space and takeaway packaging still soiled with last night's dinner. There's none of that.

"Just give me the bloody parcel Van... without the interrogation if that's alright?"

"Okay! Okay!" He says defensively, hands raised up. "Just making conversation, that's all. No need to get your knickers in a twist!"

He starts sniggering then as he turns to reach for a large box which sits on the bookshelf behind him. Your eyes follow his movements, your irritation giving way to a shocked kind of horror when he picks it up and you see the flimsy plastic covering gaping open around a huge gash in the side. Black lace spills out as he holds it out to you, a wicked delight dancing in his eyes as he takes in your surprise and embarrassment.

"Talking of knickers I'd say you ought to put in a complaint to wherever you ordered this lot from," he grins. "The packaging's shocking. You might wanna check it to see if everything's still there. Postman might've run off with a pair of your panties or something!"

It's not often you're rendered speechless but this is one of those times. It's obvious that not only has Van seen the skimpy lingerie that you've ordered, but he's also noticed the vibrator. You can see it now as he holds the box out to you in his outstretched hand, an image of the toy clearly displayed on the side of the box where the packaging's hanging open. You dart forward to take the box from him, keeping your eyes cast downwards so you don't have to look directly at him.

"Errr... thanks.... I'd better errr... get going then," you mumble, ferocious heat painting your cheeks scarlet. It's excruciating knowing that Van's probably judging you, and knowing him it's probably with some misguided macho bullshit theory that you're somehow lacking because you're seeking pleasure in this way. His next line confirms this.

"Oh don't be embarrassed," he says as he steps towards you, still firmly holding the package even though your fingers are curled around it. "We all get a little sexually frustrated from time to time. There's no shame in it."

You want to slap him. God, how you'd like to wipe that smug, knowing smile off that smirking face of his. You can imagine it now. How good it would feel to unleash on him, how he'd try to restrain and subdue you. To your surprise the thought of provoking him like this sets an unexpected heat flooding between your legs. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Stop it Y/N! Don't let him wind you up! Just turn around and walk away!

Fortunately the rational part of your mind that's urging you to retreat and keep your dignity wins over your improper thoughts. You snatch the parcel away out of his hands with force.

"Actually I'm certainly not sexually frustrated!" You mutter.

Van nods slowly, eyes glowing with playful mischief. "If ya say so love!"

"Not that my sex life's any of your business anyway!"

You whirl around quickly, making for the hallway and the front door which is still ajar, opening it and stepping through. All the time you can hear Van's footsteps slapping heavily behind you on the floor as he follows you closely but you don't look back, even when he shouts out a sarcastic farewell.

"Bye Y/N... it's been a pleasure to talk to you... as always!"

You slam your front door and lean heavily against it, cursing yourself for letting Van get to you. You never normally let people affect you in this way, and especially not guys. You contend with worse at work, much, much worse... and you deal with them calmly and professionally without even raising your pulse. In contrast now your heart's thudding in your chest and every nerve in your body's bristling. The worst thing is it's not even an unpleasant feeling. A curious kind of energy flickers through you every time you go up against Van and you're strangely missing it already even though a moment ago you were desperate to get away from him.

You try to push the thoughts away, trudging up your stairs and throwing the damaged package down on to the bed before cranking the windows open wide to let in some much needed fresh air. You quickly strip off your uniform, flexing your weary muscles and heading for the bathroom, letting the shower run to heat up as you unhook your bra and slide your panties down your legs, kicking them off.

The warm water feels amazing cascading down on you and you tip your head back, humming a tune to yourself as you massage shampoo into your hair. There's something so therapeutic about a shower, after a hard day at work you feel like the water's washing away all the stresses and the negativity. You can practically feel all the bad stuff trickling away in rivulets down your body and swirling around the plug-hole. It feels good. You can clear your mind... almost.

As you squirt shower gel into your hand and start to lather it up over your body your thoughts start to wander down darker paths. An image flicks through your mind suddenly of Van in the shower, the water gushing down over his naked form, his body slick and glistening under the spray. Fuck... one of your hands skims over your nipples which pucker under your touch and the other strays down between your thighs. A small sigh escapes you as you close your eyes and indulge yourself. Now you're imagining that Van's in here with you and it's his hands caressing you instead of your own. How good his lean, naked body would feel pressing yours up against the cool tiles, trapping you there, his lips sucking bruises on to your neck.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't try to stop them this time. You're too far gone... and what's more it feels too good. You quickly rinse the lather from your body and step out of the shower, not even bothering to dry yourself down as you rush back to your bedroom and sit down on the bed, dripping wet.

You're completely inexperienced when it comes to sex toys so you're a little daunted when you've ripped your new vibrator out of its packaging and it's lying there thickly in your outstretched palm. You probably should have gone for something a little more understated instead of this larger than life model but you imagine how it will feel stretching you out and you can't help but rub your thighs together in anticipation. You know you're on your own and no one has any way of seeing what you're up to but you just feel so naughty... so wicked... that you can't hold back a giggle of delight. Just imagine if Van could see you now. He has the nerve to call you 'uptight'? He probably thinks you're sexually repressed. Well, you'd soon show him that's very far from the truth.

You lie back on the bed, spreading your legs and switching the vibrator on at the lowest setting. It hums gently in your hand and you take a deep breath, running it lightly up your inner thigh to test the sensation. It feels nice, a little ticklish in a way that makes you squirm pleasantly, so you take it a little higher, sucking in a sharp inhale as it brushes over your clit. Feeling emboldened you flick it up a notch and slide it over again, this time letting it linger there. Oh... that's good. Really good. You sigh deeply, moving it downwards and pushing it through your folds, collecting the wetness that's gathered there from your arousal. The slickness just enhances the sensation all the more, and this time you moan out loud. It feels good to let yourself go, liberating in fact... and it's not like anyone can hear you...

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"There's always something to hide, there's always someone to lead on with you... FUCK!"

I hiss out a curse as my finger slips off the string, a sharp twanging sound emanating from the guitar. This is ridiculous. I was in a perfectly good mood before Y/N went and fucking ruined it... again. Now I can't even play the new song we're supposed to be debuting at the gig on Friday night without messing up. Once again she's got my head in a spin.

I don't know what it is about her but since we moved in next door last week she's completely got under my skin. It was plainly obvious she'd taken a dislike to me on first sighting without even giving me a chance, but I was used to that. People were quick to judge on appearance, especially when they found out I was a musician. One look at my ripped jeans and threadbare jumpers they probably figured I was just a work-shy waster, spending my days getting stoned and writing inane lyrics to songs that'd never be recorded, destined to a life waiting for the next benefit payment to clear. That was complete bullshit of course. I worked bloody hard to get this band off the ground, all the lads did. We'd had plenty of knock backs and disappointments along the way but I was nothing if not determined and my tenacity was starting to pay off. We were booking more and more gigs, turning heads, getting noticed. We were gonna be big, I just knew it. I just had to keep my head straight, stick to the plan, keep focussed... no distractions.

Hold on... what the fuck was that?

I'm sitting outside on the bench by the back door, cradling my acoustic guitar. It's peaceful out here on this quiet estate, the only sounds the occasional dog barking and the muted sounds of cars passing by infrequently on the adjoining road. Now I can hear a new sound, a soft kind of moan which instantly makes my ears prick up. I sit stock still, fingers splayed on the strings, listening intently but there's silence.

It's probably nothing, I might have even imagined it. Either that or Y/N's watching some crap on the tele.

I glance up and see her bedroom windows flung wide open. I figured it's her bedroom because I've heard her moving about in there late at night and my bedroom's right next door. It's not like I'm a creep or anything, I'm not in there with my ear pressed to the wall... the walls are just paper-thin so I can't help it. I can hear her singing and stuff sometimes. She's actually got a really pretty voice despite the way that she's always hissing angrily at me like a wildcat.

I look back down at the frets, positioning my fingers, ready to play.

There it is again! This time it's louder, and it's definitely a moan, and a fucking sexy one at that...and it's definitely coming from Y/N's bedroom window!

What the fuck? Is she watching a porno up there?

My heart immediately picks up a pace and my throat goes dry as I slide the guitar off my lap and stand up.

Just ignore it Van! Just go inside, put the kettle on, have a cuppa. Quick tea and ciggie break and then you can go back to practising for the gig.

I go to step inside but then I hear it again. It hits me then. The parcel I took in for Y/N with the ripped packaging. The contents. That's what she's up to! I'd tried to just be the helpful neighbour, I really did, but when I saw the black lace hanging out the side I couldn't resist a peek.

Christ sake... images of her lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, naked and pleasuring herself fill my head. Another drawn out groan drifts down from above and I can actually feel my dick stirring in my pants.

Go inside Van! You really shouldn't be listening! Go inside and shut the door. Occupy yourself and forget about what's going on next door!

I do step inside, but I ignore my inner voice of moral reason. I'm too invested now and too fucking turned on to do the right thing. I take the stairs two at a time, my mind racing as I picture Y/N writhing on the bed just a few feet away, my jeans getting tighter by the second. By the time I'm bursting into my room and quietly tip-toeing across the floor, carefully easing my bedroom window open my heart's pounding out of my chest. I quickly unfasten my jeans and slide them down my hips with my boxers. I wrap my fingers around my stiffened cock, sighing with relief as I start to pump myself hard and fast, bracing myself with my hand against the wall.

It's wrong, I know it's wrong. Poor Y/N's got no idea I'm getting myself off on the other side of the wall to her impassioned moans. She'd be disgusted if she found out, absolutely horrified. That doesn't stop me though. I close my eyes, focussing on the whimpers and the sighs as they build in intensity, imagining them falling from those pretty pink lips of hers. In my mind's eye it's her slender fingers wrapped around my cock rather than my own.

Fucking hell... she must be getting close now. It sounds like she's having the time of her life with that bloody vibrator. I've never been so jealous of an inanimate object in all my 22 years! I wonder what my name would sound like moaned in the throes of passion whilst I picked her up and fucked her hard up against the bedroom wall, her legs wrapped around my hips whilst I pounded her into oblivion.

She's so loud now, but why would she care? She has no idea that anyone's listening. I quicken my pace, sliding my hand up and down my throbbing length. It feels so good. Any second now I'm gonna fucking blow.

"Oh yes... oh god yes... oh fuck... Van... Van... yes..."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

My climax hits me like a freight train, the sound of my own name pushing me over the edge in an explosion of white hot pleasure, thick ropes of cum splattering all over my shirt and spilling over my fisted knuckles. I'm biting my lip hard to suppress my own moans as I curl my body in on itself, riding out my high.

There's silence now from next door as I reach down for a discarded sock from off the floor and wipe myself down.

Did I really hear my name? Surely not! Y/N acts like she hates me, always sniping at me and spoiling for a fight. I must be mistaken. There's just no way.

It sounded exactly like my name though. And if it was it means that she was getting herself off thinking about me... whilst I was getting myself off thinking about her...

I know then that I'm fucked. Proper fucked. I want her... I really want her. I've got to have her...

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The Devil Next Door Part 2

Words: 2.5k

No warnings for this part, things are getting tense though 😬

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"Alright love? Good day at work? Oh, bloody 'ell, doesn't look like it judging by the look on yer face!"

It was becoming too regular to just be a coincidence. You'd come home from your shift at the hospital thoroughly exhausted wanting nothing more than to switch off from everything and submerge yourself in a bath of warm, fragrant bubbles, only to be met by him.

No matter what time of the day or night you returned he always seemed to be there, lingering like a bad smell on your shared driveway, cigarette in hand, propped up against the brickwork by his front door.

You were often too tired to make conversation after a shift, having had a full eight hours of tending to patients and dealing with their friends and family members. Sometimes you felt as much counsellor as nurse, a comforting shoulder to cry on or an unbiased source of advice, a calm and reasoned voice to placate angry or upset patients and their kin. It often drained you so thoroughly that you felt like you had nothing left to give. The last thing you needed was a sarcy comment or a mocking joke at your expense.

So you narrow your eyes as you approach, your nerves already bristling.

The arrival of your new neighbours a week ago had been bittersweet. Sweet because you'd become firm friends with Bondy who was a kind and gentle soul, bitter as Van had completely lived up to the first impression that he'd indelibly left on you.

"A full day's hard, honest work does tend to knacker you out actually Van," you state dryly as you step up to your front door. "Not that you'd know anything about that."

You almost wince as the cutting remark leaves your lips but you keep your head held high, enjoying the effect your perhaps slightly unfair comment is having on the man who's fast becoming the bane of your life. He's said worse to you after all over the past week.

He falters briefly, jaw going slack for a moment until he quickly recovers, that infuriating trademark smirk of his taking shape once again. "Oh that's right. Why don't you go and get yourself a proper job? That's it isn't it? Good one. Like I've not heard that one a million times before."

"Maybe you should try taking the advice then!" You reply with a faux-sweet smile meant to provoke and it does. Van immediately pushes himself off from the wall, flicking his cigarette butt to the floor as he steps closer. Your heart rate increases as you turn and plunge your hand into your bag to find your key.

This goading discourse has become like a game between the two of you, each one trying to incite the other to bite and lose their temper. Van infuriates you. He's loud, arrogant and brash with a fiery temper to match. A typical Leo.

You've told everyone who’ll listen about your new neighbour and how he’s making your life a misery. The loud music that’s a constant disturbance. The sarcastic comments that he fires at you over the garden fence. The parties that carry on until the early hours despite your complaints. He is, quite simply, the neighbour from hell.

You hate him. No... it’s more than hate. You despise him.

But that isn't all. Try as you might to deny it there's something else. Something that lurks beneath that cocky demeanour that makes your pulse race and your cheeks flush and your body feel hot all over. You can feel it now, that familiar spark ignite as he steps up behind you on your front doorstep.

"You know you could try being nice to me once in a while. You might be surprised at how nice I could be back to you."

And that's another thing. He doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space and the boundaries that are normally applied. You keep your head down as you make a show of fumbling in your bag and you can feel his presence behind you, so close that he's almost butting up against you. Just that thought alone makes the spark inside you glow even hotter.

"Oh so the next time I politely ask you to keep the noise down you're going to listen to me and do it then?"

"But you don't ask politely do you Y/N?" He says, his voice tight. "'Shut that awful fucking racket up before I come round there and cut your guitar strings' doesn't count as being polite."

You bite back the grin that's threatening to surface as you picture the scene from two days before. You standing outside in your hospital scrubs pounding Van's door down after a particularly stressful night shift screaming those exact words. Him stumbling to the door obviously inebriated and distractingly shirtless brandishing his guitar. The war of words that had ensued, the fact that you'd prodded and provoked him that much that he'd snapped and practically pinned you up against the open door of his house, his angry panted breaths hot in your ear as he'd unleashed his fury on you.

You'd replayed that scene back many times in your head since then but with a very different outcome. In your version you hadn't shouted back and pushed past him, stalking back into your house. In your version he'd taken it even further, grasping your wrists and pushing them up against your head against the wood, pressing his slim hips against yours as those plush lips of his had attacked your neck.

Fuck... what's wrong with you? You don't want that. You fucking hate him.

"You're a fine one to talk about politeness," you scoff back, locating your key but not making a move to unlock your door. You're too busy enjoying his proximity, the way that you can imagine him pressing you into the door, his breath fanning hot on your neck.

"I can be perfectly polite actually... if people treat me with respect."

He enunciates the last word and that's the final straw. You whirl around, back flattened against the door, finally meeting his penetrating glare.

"Respect? Don't make me laugh! I'll respect you when you start showing me the same! You're so goddamn rude! I didn't ask for you to fucking move in next door did I?"

"Well I certainly didn't ask for it either!" He fires back, outstretching his arms. "But here I am. So why don't we at least try and get along huh? If you weren't so fucking uptight all the time then maybe we could actually have a civil conversation for once!"

Uptight?

And that's it. Your temper which has been simmering like the glowing embers of a lit fuse finally ignites. You have two choices. Carry on the argument which in your aggrieved state will no doubt culminate in you shouting like a crazy woman and then slapping him, or give in, be the bigger person and walk away. Fortunately for Van you're just so bloody exhausted after your shift that you haven't got the energy to fight. So you fix him with a glower, muttering 'fucking prick’ under your breath before you spin around and jam your key in the lock, nearly snapping it in half in the process.

"What did you just call me?" He hisses, both arms shooting out to brace on the doorframe, but you're already wrenching the door open and diving through, slamming it in his face. The last thing you see is those piercing blue eyes flashing at you in a way that makes your heart thud so hard it feels like it's trying to burst free from your chest.

Fuck him!

You're half expecting him to pound on the door or shout curses through your letterbox but he doesn't. You watch as his shadow behind the frosted glass grows more indistinct as he backs away, your breathing finally returning to normal as you turn to make your way into the kitchen for a much needed coffee.

Something's got to give. Every encounter with Van is just getting more and more heated, and you're fully aware that despite his annoying habits it's certainly not just him. He'd even tried to extend the proverbial olive branch a few days previously by inviting you to a gig but you'd shot him down immediately, telling him that he didn't play 'your sort of music'. That was actually a blatant lie. Bondy had given you a demo CD over the fence the day after they'd moved in, a few tracks that the lads had recorded in some studio back home with the other band members you were yet to meet. You couldn't deny the way the rousing guitar had you moving your hips and the way Van's raspy vocals and heart-felt lyrics sent a tingle of intrigue up your spine. In truth you'd love to hear more, but you wouldn't tell Van that. You wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction. That would be like he'd won.

Your foot caught on a piece of card that was lying on your hallway floor and it skidded across the laminate flooring. You bent to pick it up, only half concentrating as you lifted it to read the text.

It was probably junk mail... Why did you get so much junk mail anyway? It was so annoying, and such a waste of paper. Awful for the environment... Maybe you should put one of those signs up at your front door, asking the postman not to deliver any more to your house...

FUCK...

It was one of those Royal Mail cards. The sort that the postman slipped through your letterbox when you were out and therefore not able to take a delivery. The parcel usually got taken to the sorting office where it awaited collection. That - or a helpful neighbour might step in to take delivery of the parcel for you... A certain neighbour who didn't work usual hours and therefore was always around to do just that.

Next door...

You feel the fire rise up to your cheeks instantly as your mind focusses on the only thing you've recently ordered online which just happens to be some racy lingerie and a vibrator from a sex toy company. The thought that that particular parcel is currently sitting somewhere in Van and Bondy's house fills you with shame and embarrassment. Even worse the fact that you know you'll have to make a special journey round there to knock on the door and ask for it.

You can imagine the knowing smirk on Van's face as he hands it over. You can actually see in your mind's eye the salacious wink he'll no likely tip you as he makes some smutty comment which will definitely reduce you to a red-faced, stuttering mess.

Don't be ridiculous Y/N! Your mind reassures you. Companies like the one you ordered from don't just send out their products in a box branded with brazen promises to give you the 'most intense, earth-shattering orgasms you've ever experienced'.  Of course they're discreet, sending everything in plain packaging that ensures their customers' privacy. You're worrying about nothing. Van will likely think that you've just ordered some thoroughly boring household domestic product. Not a five vibration-mode pulsating life-like eight inch cock which you've been eagerly awaiting the delivery of since you'd placed the order a few days previously.

You'd never purchased a sex-toy before. To be honest you'd never ever felt the need, but you'd decided to take the plunge to see if it would sate the constant restless feeling that had been plaguing you of late. And it definitely didn't have anything to do with the arrival of your new neighbours. Not at all. Not one little bit.

You step into the kitchen, flicking on your coffee machine and grabbing a cup. All of a sudden the tiredness that's been afflicting you since you left work seems to have fallen away. You're on a strange kind of high, a simmering pulse between your legs that you try hard to ignore as you load a pod into the coffee machine to make a cappuccino.

The Royal Mail delivery card sits there on the work surface like a wicked temptation and your eyes keep flicking between it and your coffee cup. Back and forth, back and forth whilst you try to shake an image from your mind. The last one you'd seen of Van looming over you in your doorway. Lips pulled into a sneer, eyes blazing at you as he'd leaned in and demanded that you repeat your childish insult. Only now you're imagining him hovering over you instead, only this time he's taking his frustrations out on you with actions rather than words. Wrists secured firmly against the mattress whilst he thrusts into you hard and rough whilst you whimper and moan beneath him.

Stop it Y/N!

This is getting ridiculous. You've got to stop this unsavoury fantasy. You're just a little sex-deprived, having shunned the idea of having a boyfriend since you'd started your nursing job a year ago. And casual hook-ups certainly aren't your style.

You don't really fancy Van. He's just in your mind so often because you detest him, that's all. Somehow the hate and the passion have got mixed up in your tired, over-worked brain.

You reach over for your bag, dipping a hand inside and bringing out your phone, keying in a quick text to Bondy who will probably be only too delighted to deliver your parcel to you in exchange for a cup of tea and a natter in your kitchen.

Hiya, hope you're well! Think you've taken in a parcel for me. I'd come and get it myself but I've just had another run in with Van. Don't suppose you'd mind popping it round now would you? I've got the kettle on! Pretty please!

After a brief pause in which you fill your kettle and switch it on as promised you hear your phone vibrate so you snatch it up quickly, eagerly reading the reply.

Bondy: Hi love, I'm all good! I'd love to help you but I'm back in Newcastle for a few days visiting family. Looks like you'll have to kiss and make up with Van after all!

The message is followed up quickly by another.

Bondy: Tell him to stop being such an arse or give him a slap - that might work! Good luck! See you in a few days x

You groan aloud. A few days? You suppose you could wait but you really don't want to. You've spent a small fortune on your new purchase, and besides, the thought of it sitting there in Van's house is just driving you to distraction.

So you upend the contents of your coffee cup into your mouth, smooth down your work uniform and take a deep breath, heading down your hallway to your front door.

You can do this. Just ask for the parcel and leave straight away. Simple as that.

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Anime Romances + Holding Hands

#Fruits Basket #The Devil is a Part Timer #The Saint's Magic Power Is Omnipotent #Pokemon #Tsuredure Children #Snow White with the Red Hair #Wedding Peach #Maid Sama #Inuyasha #The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten #Anime #Moments #Yuri x Limone #Tohru x Kyo #Miroku x Sango #Zen x Shirayuki #Misaki x Usui #Ash x Serena

[derrickmalikjohnson-sketchpage]

Did a weekly 6 character fanart challenge over on twitter and got some really good request and had some fun doing this. May make it a weekly or bi-weekly thing.

#myart #disneytva #disney #Cartoon network #teen titans #starfire #codename kids next door #cree summer #goof troop #max goof #the ghost of molly mcgee #libby #moon girl and devil dinosaur #lunella lafayette #devil dinosaur #Fanart

[maryonnaise]

devils that should be insanely powerful by chainsaw man logic: the dad devil

#codename kids next door #father knd #fanart #sketch #fan devil #but not really #this guy would have been so popular here

[meownotgood]

a request: yandere aki

aki took a liking to you almost immediately. his feelings towards you were normal at first. but eventually, those feelings twisted into infatuation, and then obsession.

you're just... too lovely, too perfect for this kind of world. you don't deserve to go through the same horrors aki has been through, it just wouldn't be right.

and aki can't lose you. it seems like all he can think about these days is something horrible happening to you. when he closes his eyes at night, he can't sleep because he's always dreaming of watching you die — you, the one person he loves, the last person he cares about.

he feels like he's going to go crazy. everyone can notice, too; his coworkers have been slowly watching him lose focus, he can hear them murmuring amongst themselves whenever he leaves work early for the tenth time. if he spends one more second without you, without being able to make sure you're safe, he's really going to lose it. out of everyone, nothing can happen to you. nothing at all.

aki isn't forceful. he'd never hurt you, or anyone close to you. but he's a little too pushy about getting you to stay with him, and a little too quick to ask you to move in. he tells you that you should quit your job, you should be with him, he can take care of you, you don't need anything else. you don't understand where any of this is coming from, and that's okay. aki wouldn't expect you to understand. you don't have to love him back. you just have to accept that you're his.

#yandere aki who's a bit of a stalker #he memorizes your schedule so he knows where you're going to be at all times #if you're just a couple minutes late to come home he starts to panic and starts spam calling you until you answer #he gets upset with you when you leave the house to go shopping without telling him #you just wanted to buy some things to cook for him... he's so happy you're thinking of him and want to make him happy... #but you don't have to. you don't need to think of him especially when it could compromise your safety #what if a devil attacked you while you were out? aki wouldn't be there to protect you #the next day you find your key is missing so you can't lock the door anymore #which encourages you not to leave the house #for some reason when you get to aki's house he already has the same shampoo and conditioner you use in his bathroom #and he bought some clothes for you so you could stay the night and they're the exact size you wear #he's cooking your favorite meal for dinner and you're sure you never told him what it was #hmmmmmm yandere aki infecting my brain thanks to you anon #ask mags #aki <3

[your-divine-ribs]

The Devil Next Door Part 4

Words: 2.9k

Introducing a new character, Tom… Van has serious competition ❤️‍🔥

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"Earth to Y/N... are you receiving me?"

The male voice sounding right next to your ear startles you and you jump, letting out a small yelp as you whirl around to find your colleague and fellow nurse, Tom, standing there.

"God, you about gave me a heart attack sneaking up on me like that!" You exclaim, pressing a hand to your chest, feeling your cheeks instantly warm as Tom's lips pull up into a grin.

"Well... I guess you're in the right place for it!" He quips, his whole face lighting up as he nudges you gently with an elbow. Then he adds with a chuckle "Please don't drop dead on me though... at least not until the end of the shift. I couldn't cope without ya!"

Tom's not been working at the hospital for long but in that short space of time he's made quite an impression on most of the staff. He's friendly, hard-working and is always cheerful, a literal ray of sunshine. Even at the end of a nightmare shift when everyone else is practically on their knees he'll appear with that beaming smile on his face, providing some much needed assistance or some light relief. You can't help but warm to him. There's nothing not to like.

A passing doctor calls Tom's name and you take the chance to steal a good look at him whilst his attention's diverted. As he chats with your colleague he absentmindedly raises his arms over his head to stretch out his weary limbs, the hem of his hospital scrubs raising up an inch, showing a glimpse of his tanned, toned abdomen. You suck in a quiet breath.

That's another thing about Tom. He's very easy on the eye.

What is it with you these days? It used to be rare that a good-looking male in the vicinity would elicit more than a raised eyebrow from you. Now you're practically salivating over the sight of an inch of bare skin at your workplace and constantly fantasising about getting mercilessly railed by your next-door neighbour.

Tom turns around and you quickly avert your eyes back to the menu of the hot drink vending machine that you were originally perusing.

"It feels like the never-ending day today," you complain, raising a hand to stifle a yawn. "I swear time's going backwards. I'm so tired. I wish I could just kick one of the patients out of the beds and take a nap myself!"

"Better make that a double espresso then." He nods towards the machine as you slot a pound coin in. "You... errr had a late night then? Been out partying or something exciting?"

"No... nothing like that," you sigh. "It was still a late night though. It's my bloody neighbours' fault, the ones I was telling you about. It was band practice again." You roll your eyes. "It was bad enough when it was just Van and Bondy but now their mates have come to stay. Now there's drums and bass too... the whole lot."

Tom winces sympathetically. "Sounds noisy. Don't tell me you've got death metal blaring through the walls at 2am!"

You giggle at the comical image your mind conjures up of Van and Bondy head-banging furiously. "No, thank god... I hate to say it as Van absolutely does my head in, but the music's actually pretty good. Well... at least it would be if it wasn't keeping me awake after a shift."

A thought occurs to you and you dig in your pocket for the flier Van had pressed into your hand this morning as you'd scowled at him on your driveway. You weren't sure whether you were imagining it but the last few days he'd been going out of his way even more than usual to see you. Not satisfied with winding you up each day after a shift you also found him loitering outside every morning now too, usually under the pretence of putting the bin out or retrieving his post. He was always there, cocky smirk on his face as he greeted you with a hint of a smug kind of flirtatiousness which you tried hard to ignore. You were sure his cocky brand of charm worked on the poor unsuspecting girls that no doubt fawned over him on stage at his gigs, but there was no way that you were falling for it.

"What's this then?" Tom asks as he unfolds the flier, scanning it with a look of puzzlement.

"That's their band..."

Tom shakes his head, grinning. "Catfish and the Bottlemen? What kind of a name is that?"

"Sounds a bit shit really," you scoff, reliving the moment you'd told Van the exact same thing this morning and the satisfaction you'd felt at managing to provoke a reaction in him before he'd even sparked up his first cigarette of the day.

"I actually quite like it," Tom says. "It's different... original. It's the sort of name that gets you noticed."

"Like that prick Van needs any help there!" You reply, scorn clear in your voice. Tom looks a little taken aback and you wonder whether you should rein it in a little. The last thing you want is him thinking you're a complete bitch. You just can't help it with Van. No one else has ever got under your skin quite like him. Even when he's not around you're still thinking about him and it frustrates the hell out of you.

"This Van guy really winds you up doesn't he?"

"Ughh he's the worst!" You grumble. "He's loud, rude and he fancies himself something rotten. He's made my life a misery since he moved in. Honestly if you ever met him you'd know exactly what I meant."

Tom nods slowly, looking down at the flier again before he looks back up, warm brown eyes fixed on you with a hopeful glint.

"Maybe I should meet him," he says. "Maybe we could... errr... go to this gig. You know... me and you... together."

His eyes widen eagerly on the last word, his face scrunching a little with an endearing awkwardness.

Shit... is he asking you out... on a date?

"Errr... well I... errr..." you falter and Tom immediately steps back, shifting from foot to foot.

"You're probably already busy!" He blurts, obviously embarrassed which in turn makes your already pink cheeks glow even more. "I mean, it's Friday night isn't it? I'm sure you already have plans!"

"No!" You hurriedly say, reaching out an arm to rest on his forearm, snatching it back when you worry that you're being too familiar. "I don't have any plans. I'd love to go! I've not been to a gig for so long. I love live music."

Tom's positively beaming now and it makes you feel warm and fluttery inside. "Great... I'll pick you up. Shall we say 7 o'clock? We can get a drink in first then."

Then before you know what's happening you're exchanging numbers with the promise of sending Tom your address, a flurry of excitement in your gut at the prospect of spending some quality time with a warm-natured, handsome guy.

Perhaps this will cure you of this ridiculous obsession you seem to be developing with Van...

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"So did she actually say she was coming then?"

This has got to be the third time I've asked Bondy whether Y/N's definitely coming to the gig. My first two attempts have been interrupted by Bob fussing about whether we're packing his drum kit into the back of the van safely and securely.

"For someone who's "definitely not interested in that mardy bitch from next-door" you're awfully keen to know about her plans for this evening!" Bondy smirks, raising both hands up to demonstrate in a quote gesture the exact words I'd spoken to him a few days previously.

Bob's mouth drops open in shock and displeasure. "That's a bit harsh!"

I huff at him before slinging my guitar case into the back of the van. "Yeah, well... you've not met her yet!"

"Don't listen to him Bob," Bondy chips in. "She's a perfectly nice girl. I'm not 100% sure whether she's coming tonight but you're around for a few days so you'll probably get to meet her."

"So what's your problem with her anyway Van?" Benji wants to know. "You just pissed off 'cause you fancy her and she's not interested, huh?"

"No, that's not it!" I say quickly and defensively, so much so that it elicits raised eyebrows and knowing looks from my band mates who know me all too well.

"Come off it mate, it's any excuse to catch sight of her." Bondy laughs at me and then turns to the others. "Caught him out there mowing the bloody lawn yesterday didn't I, just because Y/N was hanging her washing out!"

Benji's face says it all. I've known him practically my whole life and in all that time he's never known me to venture into the garden for anything else other than to have a smoke in my adult years. I relent then, not being able to control the smile that surfaces, laughing along good-naturedly as they tease me, phrases like "don't think you stand much chance there by the sound of things" and "reckon you've lost your touch" being bandied around.

Little do they know. They didn't hear Y/N moaning my name whilst she was getting herself off. They haven't seen the way her cheeks flush and her breath hitches a little when I brush past her just that little bit too close, that spark of heat in her eyes which she tries hard to hide as contempt. She wants me. I know she does. And one of these days I'm going to give her exactly what she wants.

The venue's heaving and I feel that familiar rush as my racing heart pumps the adrenaline directly into my veins. My dad always told me I was born to perform and I reckon he's right. I come alive on stage, it's my happy place. Seeing those elated faces all turned my way and hearing the very songs I wrote in my bedroom as an awkward teen sung back at me with so much passion blows my mind every single time.

You're simpatico, and of all the lifts home and all the mixed feelings

You're cuts above, and you don't own worries or a chest full of heartache

I stride down the stage, scanning the crowd as I go. We're on fire tonight. The lads are all keeping it tight and I'm belting out the lyrics like my life depends on it. The crowd are bouncing as one, a sea of raised arms and adoring faces. If only Y/N was here to see it...

Hold up... that's her… she’s at the back, trying to push her way through the throng but the crowd are that wild she's getting pushed around, they're practically swallowing her up. It's taking me all my restraint not to stop the gig and direct the crowd to part so she can take her rightful place at the barrier. I want her right where I can see her, in my line of sight so I can fix her with a smouldering gaze whilst I rock my hips against my guitar. I know it drives the girls crazy and it's time for me to turn things up a notch, leave her in no way uncertain of my intentions towards her.

I flick my sweat-soaked hair back off my face just as she looks up at the stage and our eyes lock. It's only for a moment but the rest of the room might as well melt away. Her jaw goes slack as the flashing stage lights illuminate her gorgeous face. She looks awe-struck and I'm soaking it up. Just as I expected... she fucking wants me. I can see the hunger in her eyes from all the way up here.

That's all the encouragement I need. I'm going to take my chance and make a move after the show. Drag her off to a quiet, dark corner of the venue and pin her up against the wall, drag my lips slowly over her neck whilst she's squirming against me. I want to hear those moans in my ear, feel her delicate fingers clutching at me whilst I make her feel good... better than any other guy's ever made her feel.

I wonder what she's like as a lover... with all that fire and passion inside of her I bet she's a little wildcat... in fact I bet she's absolute filth. We'd be a perfect match, I just know it.

Fuck... I need to control myself before I get carried away. The last few bars of the song play out and the room's plunged into darkness momentarily whilst we all catch our breath.

Y/N's turned up late to the gig and we've only got a few songs left, but that doesn't matter. It's Business next and that's perfect. I can look her right in the eye when I tell her I wanna make her my problem.

I wanna love you, but I've no time for your friends who can fucking do one...

WHAT THE HELL... WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?

Y/N's not looking at the stage now, she's looking behind her, leaning in close to a guy who's pressed right up against her, gazing at her adoringly like a little puppy dog.

I falter, carelessly forgetting the next line as I try to compute what I'm seeing below me. It's only for a second and the fans don't even notice they're so immersed in it. My eyes flick to Bondy who shoots me a look and that's enough to get me back on track.

Pull yourself together Van! Think about the music... that's what's important here!

I'm still giving it my all but my focus is gone. My mind's a jumbled mass of seething jealousy and shock. I try closing my eyes when I sing to clear away the image of Y/N and the mystery guy, but every time they flick open they're there right in front of me. Y/N's still ogling me for the most part but her attention keeps getting drawn away by HIM as he whispers in her ear or wraps a protective arm around her waist as the crowd surge forward. I suppose I should be thankful that she's got a friend down there to protect her from the chaos as he pulls her out of the way just in time as yet another frantic mosh-pit opens up but I'm not. The bitter taste of jealousy floods my mouth as I spit out my next line.

Cause all I wanna know is just how far you wanna go...

By the time the gig's drawing to a close and I'm picking out the opening melody to Tyrants my shock has faded but I'm still seeing red. I'm determined to play like I've never played before and show Y/N what I'm really made of. Show her that I'm not just some pub singer who caught a lucky break but I'm where I rightfully belong, up on the stage, bathed by the lights.

I twist and I writhe, throwing myself around the stage, contorting my body into ridiculous angles. I'm strumming with such vigour it's a wonder the guitar strings haven't snapped. My limbs are aching and I'm absolutely soaked with sweat, I'm having to blink it from my eyes and my hair's plastered to my face. The lyrics are ripping up my throat like razor blades as they spew forth. I'm putting on the performance of my life and it's not going unnoticed. The fans are going wild and Y/N looks euphoric. She's singing her heart out and dancing like nobody's watching, her eyes sparkling with so much life. Her companion's been pushed aside by the crowd and he's at least two rows back and she's not even noticed. She can't take her eyes off me. ME...

"Thank you very much for having us! We are Catfish and the Bottlemen!"

I shout my closing farewell into the mic, and then it's back to the climatic finish. The whole band let loose, Benji's rousing rhythm, Bob's pounding beats and Bondy's exhilarating riffs all blending together in a cacophony of the most perfect sounding chaos. I'm still going off on one, flailing about like I'm being electrocuted. I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't even realise that I've been strumming so hard that I've sustained a two inch long gash on my index finger that's now dripping with blood. My fingers have been working so hard that they're practically numb, the sensation only beginning to return when I notice the reason why I'm struggling so hard to hang my guitar off the mic stand.

If there's one thing that sends me squeamish it's the sight of blood. I curse under my breath at the sight of so much of it, a shock of nausea wracking me which I swallow down quickly as I steal a quick glance at Y/N before ducking off the stage. She's looking right back at me with awe in her eyes and my potential rival's satisfyingly nowhere to be seen. As stupid as it sounds I feel like I'm limping off the battlefield, wounded but victorious.

Bring it on...

#the devil next door #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic

[catb-fics]

The Devil Next Door Part 1

Van’s your new next door neighbour who you love to hate… Enemies to (eventual) lovers ❤️‍🔥

Words: 2k

Warnings: none this part, Van being a royal pain in the arse and Bondy being his usual lovely self

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It was a quiet neighbourhood and that's how you liked it. No troublesome neighbours quarrelling over garden fences, no domestic dramas and no disrespectful residents throwing late night parties until ungodly hours. Even the children that lived on your street were well-behaved. It was calm and peaceful... some might say dull and uneventful but not you. You liked the quiet. It was perfect.

That was until he moved in next door.

You think back to a week ago. You'd been brewing your first coffee of the day when the screeching sound of brakes and a noisy, tinny car stereo had cut through the quiet sounds of the morning. You'd just expected it to be a delivery driver so you didn't rush to your kitchen window. You weren't nosey like some of the curtain-twitchers who lived on the small cul-de-sac so you didn't pay any heed when the loud metallic thunk of several vehicle doors slamming emanated from right outside your house. It was the voices that got your attention. Loud and brash with a Northern lilt, spoken at such a volume that from your spot over the far side of the kitchen you could hear every single word that was uttered. You didn't even have the windows open.

"That's gotta be the longest journey of my life. Thank fuck we're here at last!"

"Don't know what you're complaining about. You weren't bloody driving!"

"I did my bit! I was navigating."

A loud, hearty laugh.

"You call that navigating? You sent us the wrong way down the M1 for thirty miles!"

"Well? If you'd have bought that new van with the built-in sat-nav you wouldn't need me to direct you, would ya? Honestly mate, I don't know how this old heap of junk got us here in one piece."

"Well it did, didn't it? And here we are... home sweet home!"

WHAT?

You'd crossed over to the window in a flash, craning your neck to see outside without revealing your presence.

There were two men on the driveway of the house next door, one was lugging a huge guitar-shaped flight case and an amp across the gravel and you watched as the other disappeared behind the open doors of the beat-up transit van and emerged with what looked like the biggest speaker you'd ever seen in your life. They were both dressed in black, skinny ripped jeans, threadbare jackets and scuffed boots with unkempt manes of scruffy hair. They had that just rolled out of bed and on to the stage, wanna-be rockstar kind of look about them and your heart sank as they jostled each other and unloaded box after box, the calmness of the morning punctuated by their colourful language and The Strokes 'Juicebox' that was still blaring out of the van's speakers.

You lived in a semi-detached and the house adjoined to yours had stood empty for the last month. The owner was also your landlord and you'd been trying to contact her over the last few weeks to no avail to see if there was any news about new occupants. You'd been hoping for an elderly couple or maybe some young professionals, neighbours who'd blend in well into this sleepy suburban area. Not this pair of misfits who were now trampling carelessly all over your freshly planted flowers.

You watched on in horror as one of the lads stumbled with a sloppily packed cardboard box, the contents spilling out all over the path as the bottom fell through. Crockery and glassware shattered into pieces all over the paving slabs, jagged shards skittering across on to your front lawn.

"Christ Bondy, watch it would yer! That's my favourite mug you've just broken!"

Loud curses followed as the other stooped to pick up the mess. "Well if you'd packed stuff properly that wouldn't have happened! And it's not just your favourite mug, that's like every mug we own smashed into bits now. I'm dying for a cuppa as well!"

"Don't bloody blame me. You're the one carrying it!"

"Keep your voice down will ya, the whole street'll be out here soon!"

Oh... so they were actually aware that other residents lived here!

You tried to keep calm but you could feel your temperature rising. It hadn't helped that you'd been on a late shift the previous night and you were exhausted. Before you could even think about what you were doing you'd whirled around and made for the hallway, flinging open your front door and stepping outside. You stood on the driveway in just your bare feet and your nightwear, one hand on your hip, the other still grasping your coffee, face like thunder, glaring at the two boys.

"I hope you're going to clear that mess up!"

Two heads immediately swivelled towards you and two pairs of curious eyes fixed on yours. Only one pair stayed there though. You were suddenly aware of how undressed you were as one of the lads surreptitiously gave you the once over before he forced his gaze upwards and was full of wide-eyed surprise again.

"Alright love! D'ya live there then? We're just moving in like. Pleased to meet ya!"

You grasped the edges of your robe, drawing it tightly around your body, nearly upending your coffee all over yourself in the process. In your haste to confront your new neighbours you'd temporarily forgotten that you were wearing only the thinnest, briefest silk slip underneath and they'd more than likely got a right eyeful.

"Yes I do live here," you said indignantly, purposefully ignoring the hand the other lad was outstretching in a greeting. "And it's a nice, quiet, respectable neighbourhood and I'm hoping it's going to stay that way."

You knew you were being rude, uncharacteristically so, but you just couldn't help yourself. Having two loud, lairy musician types moving in next door was your worst nightmare come true. All you could think about was band rehearsals at decibels loud enough to pierce your eardrums and raucous parties going on until the early hours. It's not that you were boring and stuffy, you knew how to have fun with the best of them. It's just that your job demanded that you worked long and often unsociable hours and the last thing you needed was constant disturbances.

The boy who'd offered his hand stepped forward with an apologetic smile. He was tall and slim with a mop of wild dark curls escaping from under the black cap that he wore. Undeterred by your brusqueness he kept his hand pointed in your direction.

"We're so sorry for all the racket lass. I promise we won't make too much more noise. I'm John by the way. Johnny Bond. But ya can call me Bondy if ya like. That's what everyone calls me."

"Amongst other things!" The other lad sniggered, and you glanced up to see a pair of striking blue eyes peering at you, a cheeky smirk with a hint of mischief.

You found your cheeks warming and quickly looked away, tentatively reaching your own hand out which Bondy took immediately, shaking it in a warm greeting.

"I'm Y/N," you told him, snatching your hand away immediately lest he thought you actually approved of your new neighbours. You weren't ready to let your guard down quite yet. "So... where are you from?"

Both boys started to talk at the exact same moment, tripping over each other in their eagerness to speak. You could make out 'Newcastle' from the capped Geordie boy and something that sounded like 'Llandudno' from the other.

Bondy spoke again. "We've moved here to be closer to London. There's not much of a music scene in Llandudno is there Van?"

Van...

You tried to ignore the way your interest was piqued as you learned his name, the fact that the cheeky smile he was giving you hadn't left his lips since the moment he'd first clapped eyes on you.

"Yeah," Van chuckled, pulling on the lapels of his worn black jacket as he shifted where he stood. "Booking gigs ain't easy when you're living in the arse-end of Wales. I've wanted to get out for years but never had the opportunity 'till now." He paused to look up and down the street with an unimpressed look on his face before he turned to address his friend. "Although I'm not sure this is much better. It's a bit dead ain't it Bonds? Thought we were supposed to be moving somewhere lively, you know, venues, bit of night life. Seen more life in a retirement village!"

Irritation rose in you at his blatant disrespect for your peaceful neighbourhood. "Some of us like it quiet actually!"

"No, no this is great," Bondy cut in quickly. "It's only a short drive into the city and it'll be nice for some peace and quiet in between gigs and stuff. It's perfect... just what we were looking for."

Van huffed under his breath. "What you were looking for maybe."

What was his problem? You'd have been quite happy to see him get right back in his bucket-of-rust van and drive back to where he came from.

"Well, if you don't like it you can always go and find somewhere else to live."

Your cutting tone didn't go unnoticed. Van's eyes narrowed a little, the smirk falling quickly away but not for long. He folded his arms across his chest, fixing you with a look like he was sizing you up, just like a fighter might weigh up an opponent over the other side of a boxing ring. Well, if he was spoiling for a fight he'd picked the wrong girl to mess with, that was for sure.

"I'm sure we'll like it here just fine." Bondy's voice cut through the stony atmosphere and you turned to look at him, catching the loaded glare he shot in Van's direction. "Come on mate, stop being so pissy. You know we can't afford rent in the city, it's about three times the amount. We could only afford a tiny little apartment there." He gestured around him. "Come on, there's loads of positives. It's lovely round here, the house is massive, we've even got a garden! And we'll save a fortune."

You watched on as Van's gaze immediately returned to you, his words dripping with sarcasm. "You're forgetting something... the welcoming neighbours."

A retaliation bubbled up in your throat but you held it back, determined to rise above it and not give Van the satisfaction of knowing just how much he'd wound you up. You'd left petty arguments and childish sniping firmly behind you when you'd left school. You weren't about to let a cocky, rude and obnoxious stranger come crashing into your orderly life and turn it upside down... or so you thought.

So you bit your tongue and turned away, offering Bondy a thin smile as he shook his head and rolled his eyes, announcing that you needed to get going as you had a busy morning and a million things to do.

"It was really nice to meet you Y/N," he called after you, and you had to admit that actually the feeling was mutual. As far as first impressions went he seemed friendly and polite, a stark contrast to Van who didn't seem to have any mind for anyone else other than himself.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to give him a smile, a genuine one this time. "You too Bondy. When you're all settled in you'll have to pop round for a coffee."

"I'd like that," he replied, and you nodded, purposefully keeping your eyes on him so there'd be no mistaking that your invitation wasn't being extended to all in your present company.

It didn't stop Van though who as you'd come to learn couldn't stand not having the last word in any situation.

"Well, if you're putting the kettle on now love, mine's a tea, nice and strong, not too much milk, no sugar!"

Then he shot you a mischievous wink, flashing you a smug grin which should have infuriated you, and it did... but that wasn't all. It also made your belly flip, a little spark of something igniting in you that you weren't quite sure what to make of. So you ignored it, and him, swiftly turning and making your way back into your house.

And that's how it all began...

#the devil next door #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #johnny bond #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic

[dramarants]

what in the bairi piya

#under the moonlight on a vine covered swing next to a pool #both gorgeous scenes #except somehow. compared to a literal devil god in the making who supposedly can't love. the boy next door is worse so much worse #till the end of the moon #devdas

[frogpocalypse0]

Im tired rn

#Easter Egg #The Devil Next Door #i create a visual novel #visual novel

[jazzymarie1006]

These five precious and pretty girls I adore when they were younger.

#Rugrats #All Grown Up! #Codename Kids Next Door #KND #Rise of The TMNT #RotTMNT Movie #The Proud Family #The Proud Family Louder and Prouder #Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #MGADD #Susie Carmichael #Abigail Lincoln #Numbuh 5 #April O'Neil #Penny Proud #Lunella Lafayette #Cartoon Fandoms #Cartoon Characters #Favorite Characters #Movie Fandoms #Movie Characters #MY GIRLS!! #SO VERY CUTE!!