#bondy fanfic

[boobo13cambridge]

Magic Kingdom | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Penetrative sex, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, no condom (wrap it before you tap it folks).

Summary: After spending the day at Disneyland Paris with his niece and nephew, Kylian wants to start a family with you

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for posting this so late in the day, I got caught up with work. As always, I hope you enjoy it. I quite enjoyed this one because I’m such a sucker for Kylian with kids. 

The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky as you entered Disneyland Paris holding Kylian's niece close to your chest, the vibrant colors of the park's attractions and decorations catching your eye, and making the little girl squeal with joy. Kylian walked ahead with his nephew, eager to explore the different lands of the park. The air was warm and the breeze was refreshing, the sweet smell of pastries making your mouth subtly water. It was the perfect day to enjoy all the rides and experiences the park had to offer. 

As you walked through the park, you were struck by the vibrant colors and delightful sounds of Disney magic all around you. You and the kids marveled at the elegant architecture of Main Street, U.S.A, with its charming shops and cafes, and then ventured into Adventureland, Frontierland, and Fantasyland to explore more of the park's wonders.

Walking by the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups ride, Kylian's niece tugged on his sleeve. "Tonton Kyky, est-ce qu'on peut aller sur ce manège, s'il te plaît?" ("Uncle Kyky, can we go on that ride, please?")

Kylian smiled down at her. "Bien sûre, ma petite poule. On y vas!" ("Of course, my little chicken. Let's go!")

As you all made your way over to the ride, skipping through the long line as you had made sure to buy the fast passes, your heart swelled with love and admiration for your husband. It was clear to you that despite being one of the greatest footballers in the world, he never let his busy schedule interfere with being a loving and devoted husband.

Watching him interact with his brother's children, Kylian's niece and nephew, was a true testament to his character. He was patient, playful, and always put their needs first. Seeing him be so caring and attentive made you dream about starting a family of your own with him.

As you all climbed aboard the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups, you found yourself lost in thoughts about the future, imagining Kylian spinning around with your own children, making them giggle with delight just like he did with his niece and nephew. It was a sweet and tender moment, and you knew in your heart that Kylian would make an amazing father.

"This is going to be so much fun!" exclaimed Kylian's nephew breaking you from your reverie as you all sat in the pretty pink teacup, as requested by little Lana. 

"I know, I can't wait!" replied Kylian's niece, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You and Kylian shared a smile, both feeling happy to be able to share this experience with his family. Kylian's little 4-year-old niece was holding onto you tightly as the ride spun faster and faster. The colors of the ride blended together in a dizzying and exhilarating whirlwind. Kylian bit his lip noticing how well you took care of his niece, and he couldn't help but dream about how nice of a mother you would be.

As the ride came to an end, you all stumbled out of the tea cups, still a little disoriented but filled with a sense of pure joy and laughter.

"That was so cool!" Kylian's niece exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I know, right? Let's do it again!" added Kylian's nephew.

You all shared a laugh, happy to have created such a fun memory together. As you made your way through the park, you stopped to take photos with the characters, capturing memories that would last a lifetime. The kids were especially excited to meet their favorite Disney princesses and heroes, and the look of pure joy on their faces was priceless. Throughout the day, you felt Kylian giving you these discreet looks that you couldn't quite figure out what they meant and he was usually very easy to read. You also noticed how extra-touchy he was.

Kylian usually kept his hands to himself when the kids were around but since you got off the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups ride, he was extra affectionate. A lingering kiss here, and a discreet pat on your behind. You finally caught on to his behavior when Lana had accidentally spilled her juice all over her beautiful Princess Ariel dress while you were all sitting down to eat at Casey's Corner. She got teary-eyed and looked up at you, "Tati, I ruined my dress!" You immediately comforted her and reassured her, "It's okay, Lana. Accidents happen. Let's go get you a new dress, okay?"

As you got up to find the nearest boutique, Kylian staying behind to clean up the spilled juice you caught the way he looked at you and Lana with such wistfulness and longing that even a blind person would have caught on to what he wanted. You were sure you were blushing to the tips of your hair, your heart filled with warmth and love. Shaking your head, you switched your focus to the still upset little girl holding your hand, putting thoughts of little babies with your husband’s dimples to the back of your mind.

As the day wore on, you took breaks to enjoy refreshing drinks and tasty treats like popcorn and cotton candy, and then continued to explore the park's many attractions, including the magnificent Sleeping Beauty Castle. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, you and Kylian found a  spot to watch the enchanting Disney Illuminations show, with its stunning projections and dazzling fireworks illuminating the night sky. The children, tightly secured in your arms after a brief argument about who would get to sit in Tati or Tonton’s lap, were entranced, and as you looked at each other, you couldn't help but feel a wave of pure love and affection wash over you both. 

Back home, the kids tucked into bed after an exciting trip to Disneyland, you and and your husband snuggled into bed. You had one leg thrown over his strong thighs as you rested your head onto his naked toned chest relaxing to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. 

"I had such a great time today, mon amour." Kylian said as he stroked your hair his chin resting on the top of your head. 

"Me too," you replied. "It was so much fun to see the kids' faces light up."

Kylian paused for a moment before speaking again. "You know, spending the day with them made me realize something."

"What's that?" you asked curiously, sleepily nuzzling into his chest. 

"I…uh…I was thinking about how I wanted to start a family with you," Kylian said slightly stuttering, as you felt your heart stop for a second. You looked up at him seeing the way he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. "Really? Are you sure?" you asked, unsure of how to respond, not like you weren’t secretly fantasizing about that the whole day and you were pretty sure he caught on to that.

Kylian nodded, gently stroking your lower back. "I've been thinking about it for a while now, and today just seeing you with the kids made me want it all the more."

You snorted while fiddling with the silver chain with your initials you got him for your second anniversary which he never took off. " Yeah, baby, you were really subtle about it today." 

Lightly pinching your waist, he rolled his eyes. “Yes, because you were so subtle mademoiselle, blushing every time I looked at you.”

You giggled and leaned into his touch, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. Kylian's eyes flickered with amusement before turning serious. "I'm serious, though. I want to start a family with you."

Your heart swelled with love for him, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I want that too, Kylian. More than anything."

He leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. You responded eagerly, deepening the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. You had made love countless times before, but this felt different. It was as if you were cementing your commitment to each other and to the future you were planning.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian gazed into your eyes, his own filled with love and longing. "I want to make love to you," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with emotion. Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a heat building within you as he began to trail kisses down your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine.

Your hands scratched the back of his head causing him to let out a sinful groan that sent streaking pleasure deep to your core, fluttering emptily. He hovered over you, his wet lips trailing kissing down your chest over the fabric of the silky black nightgown you were wearing wetting to fabric with his eager tongue, leaving you breathless with his touch.

“You’re so perfect, mon coeur. Je t’aime si fort,”, he whispered against your covered nipple making you whimper his name as his hands trailed over your legs lifting your gown up and revealing more of your soft flesh. You slightly arched your back off the bed to help him take the silky fabric off, leaving you naked under his smoldering gaze. He gently cupped your cheek his thumb sweeping tenderly across the soft skin, a deep contrast with the dangerously molten desire swirling in his dark eyes. 

“Ma femme,” his voice said, finally, so low that it was almost a sigh. That one word alone ignited a flame of passion so intense, you were scared you were never going to come back from it. This moment here with him felt almost sacred, it was as if everything in your life led you here, in a penthouse in the middle of Paris, lying naked as the moonlight from the large window illuminated your body, and this beautiful, beautiful man looking down at you as you embarked on a path that would leave you intertwined with him for eternity. 

Just as you started to feel overwhelmed, he was all over you. His hands were on your skin, gripping and circling around both breasts at once, pushing against your hard nipples, as he whispered sweet nothings against your heart making your toes curl and dragging hungry moans from your throat.

He slowly trailed his hand down your belly, giving it an extra caress as it would be his child’s new home, and cupping your swollen flesh making you groan his name. His fingers trailed through your wetness as he opened up your folds and found the little nub, rubbing it back and forth. You arched your back, the pleasure zapping up your spine as you lost yourself in him. “Ky…Kylian… Fuck, j’ai besoin de toi,” you practically sobbed as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath on your face making you lose your mind from desire. (“Ky…Kylian… Fuck, I need you,” )

“Tu es que à moi, mon amour. Juste à moi,” he whispered, his words leaving your heart a mess. Kylian slowly slid two of his fingers deep into your swollen, wet pussy, preparing you for him as you cried out in pleasure due to the intrusion. ("You are only mine, my love. Only mine.")

“Fuck, bébé. You’re so tight for me,” he moaned into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he scissored his fingers to stretch you out, creating an inferno that had you reeling. You cling to his broad, warm shoulders, feeling the shift of hard muscle as your husband curves his fingers upward finding that special spot inside you that has your thighs shaking. “I’m go-going to cum, baby…please.”

You’re writhing in his hold as he continues to invade you and push you towards your peak. Tears start to build in the corner of your eyes as the pressure builds up inside you. It only takes another flick of his wrist, to send you spiralling towards completion as you shout his name. Kylian continues to pump his fingers, helping you ride out your high. 

Feeling sensitive, you gently push on his chest signalling him to stop. He slowly takes his finger out of your wet core and pushed the sticky hair back from your forehead. Tenderly, he pecks your nose, cheek, and finally your lips. “Let me put a baby in you, mon amour, yeah? I want to see you swollen with my child,” he groans lustfully. “Tell me you want that, bébé. Tell me you want my child in you.”

“Yes, Ky. I want your baby, only yours,” you moan wrapping your legs around his waist as you feel him rolling his hips into yours, his clothing member rubbing your drenched mound. “I want you to get me pregnant, please Ky.”

You trail your hands down his back, struggling to take his tight briefs off. Taking the hint, Kylian gently unwound your legs from around him and quickly takes them off throwing them somewhere in the bedroom. He stands over you, his large, swollen cock, standing straight up, the tip wet with precum. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the sight of him stroking his generous length up and down.

“Beg me, bébé,” he says lost in the sight of you spread open for him, your hole clenching in front of his eyes. “Beg me to fill you.”

God, you were losing it. “Please, Kylian. Fill me up, I want you inside me so bad.”

Throwing his head back at your pleading, he nudges your legs, spreading you wider, and trails his length through your wet folds, tapping your clit, sending shudders down your spine. Just as you were about to beg him again, he presses that hot, leaking hardness into you, delving it between your wet lips and spreading them apart, oh putain.

A loud moan erupted from your throat as your husband entered your heat, immediately he put a hand over your mouth, shushing you gently. “Bébé, as much as I want you screaming my name, the kids are asleep.”

Through the hefty fog of lust and desire that had engulfed your brain, the thought that his innocent niece and nephew were sleeping peacefully down the hall pierced through you, cooling the flame of passion slightly. You nodded your head at his words, as he continued to slide through, as your walls struggled to fit his thick length. He was huge. There was always so much of him.

“Putain, bébé,” he gasped in that deep voice of his that had you clenching even tighter all around him. “You’re always so fuckin’ good for me.”

He finally bottomed out inside, your sweaty bodies wedged tight together, spread thighs flush against his hips, the bulging weight of his balls pressing against you from below. He waited, letting you adjust to him, always the gentleman, before you nodded at him, giving him the go. 

Gripping you tight, he dragged himself out, slowly, and then sank back in with a single driving thrust of his hips, shit. You had to bite down on your lip so hard, you were pretty sure you broke through the skin, to stop yourself from letting out something alarmingly close to a scream. It was so good, particularly when he let out those breathtaking deep groans right in her ear. 

“Ky, more. Please,” you gasped, pushing his butt with your feet. And just like the caring, attentive husband he was, answered your wish and sped up his thrusts. Dragging his leaking cock back, and then rapidly slamming hard inside, sending a blast of screaming shattering ecstasy through your body.

“Oh, God. Ky, faster. I want you so bad,” you pleaded as tears escaped your eyes. Kylian looked at your teary face contorted with pleasure and went feral as he crashed his mouth onto yours devouring your soul. His huge cock ploughing through her wet cunt and his heavy cum-filled balls slapping her ass, the filthy sound of their love-making resounding in the dark room. “Take it, bébé. I’m going to fill you up so good,” he growled biting her lip, soothing it immediately with his tongue. “You’re going to look so beautiful round with my child. Take it, princesse, Fuckin’ take it.”

You were going crazy, your heart was ramming into your chest as you felt searing white-hot pleasure spread through your body. “I’m cumming, fuck, Kylian,” you muffled your moans in his neck, as you felt your cunt spasming around his hot length. “Cum for me, princesse,” he groaned as his hips stuttered, his own orgasm racing through him. Just as you were spiraling, your mind dizzy from the force of your own release, you felt his hot cum splattering your walls, filling you with his seed as his sinful moans invaded your hearing. You felt so sensitive, but Kylian continued to thrust, pushing his cum inside you as it started to leak. 

As he felt himself getting overstimulated, he got off of your, slowly taking his cock from your battered pussy making sure to push back his fertile cum that escaped. “Gotta make sure it sticks, bébé,” he said making you let out an exhausted giggle. As he laid down beside you, after putting a pillow under your hips as you heard it helped with getting pregnant, he lovingly stroked your hair placing a gentle hand on your belly, basking in the afterglow of your love-making.

“I love you so much, mon ange,” he said delicately, eyes filled with love and affection. Turning to look at the man who stole your heart two years ago in the most unexpected way, you cupped his cheek, placing a soft kiss on his nose. “I love you more, baby. I hope I’m pregnant right now.”

Chuckling, he took the pillow from underneath your hips as it had been ten minutes and pulled you into his arms. “T’inquiète, mon amour. After all, I am known for always shooting on target,” he said cheekily, making you laugh. “Ah, oui. How could I forget? Meilleur buteur du PSG, n’est-ce-pas?”

("Ah, yes. How could I forget? The top scorer of PSG, yeah?")

As you lay tangled in each other's arms, you both knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, one filled with love, laughter, and the joy of starting a family together.

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[freshfraise]

ALL OR NOTHING - PROLOGUE

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: Childhood sweethearts. After a tearful, transformative departure at just 19, four years pass by. And now, at 23, you are being forced to awkwardly reunite with your ex-boyfriend to fulfill your dreaded journalistic duties.

author’s note: AHHHH!! i’m so excited to carry out this series honestly,,, this first chapter is a bit of insight of y/n and ky’s relationships <3333 first time writing angst also so… 🫣 give me feedback!! enjoy <3

2018 | BONDY

“I’m done.” 

You stated, as a saline tear slips out from your eye. As the tear crossed your frigid cheek and seeped into your mouth, it painfully affirmed your dread. Your gaze is stuck to the floor, tracing out patterns with weeping eyes. You realised everything too late, too late for reconciliation or any broken apologies. After the renowned World Cup win a couple months ago, the dynamic between you and Kylian changed. It felt like you two were in two completely different universes, attempting to find a common ground. It just wasn’t feasible. You felt neglected, and he once knew how much you despised feeling needy. You hated begging your boyfriend to talk to you for a couple minutes or to kiss you for a few seconds.

You were sat at the kitchen island, as Kylian stood in front of you, grasping your hands and scanning your solemn face intently, attempting to decipher the magnitude of your statement. Just minutes prior, you called him here to discuss something dire, not expecting yourself to be capable of wholly following through afterwards.

“Wh- What?” Kylian stuttered, clearly confused at your revelation. One hand left your right hand’s grasp, and squeezed your forearm fondly. The other hand, cupped your chin, picking up your jaw and forcing your irises to connect with his. You could barely make out his face with tears clouding your vision, but in spite of that, you could still make out a distraught expression on his countenance. 

“Please stop crying, Je t’aime. Talk to me.” He uttered, as he placed a small peck on both your eyelids. You shivered under his touch. It was the first time in months that you were physically  reminded of his affection for you. That he once loved you. Instinctively, you leaned forward to meet his forehead, remaining connected. “Talk to me.” He murmured gently, his thumb still rubbing your shaking hands.

With an exasperated sigh, you broke off from him tearfully, because you knew if you stayed any longer, all of this pent up courage would be gone and you would fall right back into his doting arms. He pinched his lips together, apprehensive of what’s to come.

“I’m breaking up with you,” You couldn’t believe the words that were stumbling out of your mouth. Your sweaty hands quivering, you try your hardest to clasp any sort of poise. Kylian stood still, on the other side of the island, utterly in shock of what you’d said. He bit his bottom lip and pulled his head back towards the ceiling. 

“Don’t do this. Please. You’re the only thing in my life that feels right.” He whispered, under his breath, his voice trembling. Your heart pulsated harshly, feeling a deep, throbbing hurt in every inch of your body. Tears threaten to spill from the crevices of your eyes, so, similarly to Kylian, you tip your head towards the ceiling and fiercely bite your tongue.

“This is probably the longest we’ve been together in weeks, Ky. We barely- We don’t talk to each other anymore. We don’t touch each other, it’s like I’m living with a stranger. It hurts, but- despite everything, despite all the hurt, I don’t want you to sacrifice your ambition for anyone. Not even me. I’ve told you that since we were fourteen. And even though I told you to, right now, you’re so focused on these dreams, that I don’t know whether to be proud or hurt.” You expressed, without much thought or pause.

He nodded mindlessly. His nostril flared outwards as he breathed out shakily, flashing an unsolicited dimple. In a few strides, he engulfed you in a hug. You counted each heartbeat that reverberated against your face, as he stared down at you lovingly. “You know when I told you we were different, unlike other couples?” You whisper against his chest. He hesitated briefly, his breath catching in his throat at the memory, then nodded. “I meant it. Which is why I know we’ll find our way back to each other again.”

He pulled out of the hug steadily, and made his way towards a seat. His lean arms propped up on his knees, he places his strained eyes in his calloused palms. “Kylian?”

He sits up, his eyes blood red. His eyebrows slanted inwards, he shakes his head painfully. A wave of sadness crashes into your heart, as you watch him fight back tears.

“I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, Y/N. Je veux fonder une famille avec toi. Épouse-la. It’s always going to be you. Only you. Forever and always. You are my past, present and future. Ma vie.” He says strained, his breath catching and forming a feeble hiccup. You grew up with him, and both of you knew that you wanted to continue doing so with each other. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. You let out a deep sigh and bit the skin of your cheek. You walk towards him, leaning down to cup his tear stained face.

“Kylian Mbappé, I am in love with you. I have been my whole entire life, and that won’t change. No matter how much it may look like it, I will never be able to love someone like how I love you. Right now, we both need time to ourselves. To get better, to grow. We aren’t giving each other our 100%, and we’ve always said-”

“All or nothing.” He finished your sentence, nodding regrettably. 

“All or nothing.”

- - -

chapter one

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[cottagecorefroggyfairy]

Been watching too much bondi rescue for my own good.

Bondi is in Australia. The program is about lifeguards operating in this beach.

You know who else is Australian?

That’s it. That’s the post.

If you know, you know.

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[imwriting0verhere]

Love Again

Chapter 3

Sam's POV

The silence between Y/N and me was uncertain territory. Never in our lives had we spent more than a few days without talking, or any other form of communication whatsoever. But my anger for the girl still seethes inside me. How could she make this situation about her, and make me the bad guy? It’s not my fault she reacted so poorly to me having a girlfriend. Am I not allowed anymore to be happy and live my life the way I want?

I huff to myself and make my way upstairs to pack.

Knowing how bored I’m going to get, I ring Dean and put him on speaker as soon as he picks up

“Alreet Sam?” he asks joyfully.

“Aye, how are things going over there?” I ask curiously. Dean and his fiancé Reagan had finally adopted a puppy just after the Christmas days, after debating for almost a year whether to get a pet or not.

A cute little labradoodle pup named Maple was now part of their family and let’s just say toilet training and raising that little rascal has been more challenging and exhausting than anticipated.

“She’s wracking havoc, as usual, but knowing that in about an hour she will be exhausted and come searching for cuddles makes everything worth it I guess” Dean laughs down the phone. Being very well used to the dog’s energy by now.

After a few minutes of laughing and taking the piss out of each other as usual, Dean wants to know what I’m up to

“I’m packing mate, going down to London remember?” I’m trying to be as vague as possible, not wanting to go into detail again.

After my fight with Y/N, even my mates had sided with her, trying to make me understand why I should’ve reacted better and not snap at her like that. I didn’t need another lecture from Dean.

“You’re still going then?”

“Yes, Deano, am still going” I tell him in a sterner voice. I throw some shirts and jumpers into my small suitcase. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. Dean has known me since we were young boys, he knows me better than most people. Taking the hint to not further upset me he asks “Howd’ya feel about meeting her family. Yer nervous at all?”

I’m going down to London for about a week to wrap up some last-minute things with my label, before going on tour. And to meet Amber’s parents. We met through her brother a few months ago, but meeting her parents after such a short time is still a big deal and I’m anxious. What will they say about their daughter dating a person like me, someone that’s in the public eye and has their every step viewed and criticized. What if it is too soon to take such a big step in our short time together?

“I divn’t kna, like. I’m excited to see Amber again, and a guess one Sunday dinner with her family ain’t gan hurt me” I shrug to myself as I let Dean in on my thoughts.

“Have you talked to her about it? Maybe you should wait a bit longer with that aye?”

“Amber recons I’ll be fine. Her brother will be there too and a mean I’ve known Zack for a while now too. So I won’t feel too out of place like.”

“Reet, if you say so”

“Dean, come on, it’s not like I’m gan marry her next week!” I say with my voice raised. I know my friends mean well, but knowing that they all think I mistreated Y/N and are now starting to second guess my relationship with Amber is not the kind of support I thought I’d get from me best mates.

“A know that Sam, it’s still a bit odd though, innit! And you won’t be here to see off Y/N before her big tour. Is that really where you want to leave things?”

I zip my suitcase shut and take a seat on my bed.

“Look Dean, I wish we would’ve left things differently but am not gan just run back and apologize for something I ain’t got any control over. She’s got to sort oot her jealousy or whatever it is and then we can talk.”

I hear him sigh and wait for a response. I know he doesn’t like this predicament. He’s known and been friends with Y/N basically as long as I have. Always feeling very “big brother” protective of her. But I’m glad he’s still hearing my side of the story and not turning his back on me. That’s why I’m not surprised to hear his next words

“Alreet. Just please don’t let this get any worse between you two! I hate seeing yous like that!”

I let out a small noise of acknowledgement and get ready to end our call

“Safe travels, shoot us a text once you’re in London”

“Aye, I’ll talk to you tomorrow” and with that the line goes dead. With my phone in one hand, I pick up the small suitcase with the other and make my way downstairs, where I leave my luggage in the hallway before making my way onto the sofa for a quiet night in.

Y/N's POV

It’s my last night in Newcastle for the next few months. I’m flying to Amsterdam tomorrow to meet my bandmates as well as our crew and the team for the first gig of our tour. Heidi, Chloe and I are currently on our way to the Low Lights to meet our friends for another legendary night together.

You love living here so much. You felt like such an outsider in the beginning, being very conscious of your American accent. But everybody in this little town made you feel very at home very quickly and having incredible friends and a community around you really makes it feel like you belong here.

Walking down the hill towards the pub, the three of us already hear the chatter from the guests that are standing outside for a quick smoke. Walking passed with a quick wave and friendly hello’s, we walk past the bar, greeting the staff that’s working tonight, and make our way into one of the bigger rooms in the back. It’s been specifically reserved for my farewell tonight. Sure, all of us are regulars at this point, but a party like this deserves some privacy from all the regular patrons. And I want to be able to see and chat with all of my friends before leaving them for a while.

“Look who just walked in” I hear Joe shout before I even see him. He comes walking towards me with the biggest smile on his face, pint in hand.

“Hi Joe” I smile at him and open my arms for his impending hug. Joe isn’t that much younger than Sam and the other lads, but with his young boyish charm he has always been my partner in crime and one of my favorite people.

His girlfriend Holly comes running towards us with an equally big smile on her face

“Hey Y/N/N” she greets me with a tight hug as well. She had instantly become a part of us girls. Her and Heidi only being a couple of years younger than Chloe and I. It was perfect and always a good riot when the four of us got together.

More of my friends come to greet us and we quickly fall into comfortable chats around the room. I take of my coat and throw it down onto one of the benches before I ask Chloe and Heidi what they want to drink.

Making my way to the bar I order two pints of Inch’s Cider and one Guinness for Heidi. While I wait, Reagan stops next to me to order another pint for herself and Dean.

“So how d’you feel pet? Excited to be the big Rockstar you were always meant to be and start this tour?”

“Reaa” I laugh a bit embarrassed, hiding my face in her shoulder. Dean and Reagan got together when they were still in school. I only ever knew them together, so when Dean became somewhat of a big brother to me, she immediately became my big sister.

“Come on” she shakes her shoulder with a laugh and I lift my head off of it

“It’s what you’ve been working for the past four years. You bloody deserve it!”

“Thanks love” I smile at her. “I’m actually really excited. Me and the girls still can’t quite believe that it’s happening. It’s mad” Reagan and I pick up our drinks and make our way back to the group. I sit down next to Chloe who’s chatting to Holly and Liv. I set the cider down in front of us and face Reagan and Tom who sat down opposite me.

“I cannot wait for your Newcastle show, pet. It’ll be so incredible to see you play here at home” Tom says enthusiastically. I thank him and toast my glass to his. It still going to be months until that show, but it’s definitely one of the gigs I’m looking forward to the most. Getting to play in Newcastle, to all of my friends here is such an incredible privilege.

“It’s going to be wild. Half of that crowd will be people I actually know” I laugh “That’s not going to be nerve-racking”

The two laugh at that “You’re playing entire arenas all over Europe, I think you’ll be fine with a few Geordies in the room like”

We chat for a bit longer, enjoying our drinks and the atmosphere around us. Believe it or not, I tend to be quite a bit of a socially awkward introvert when it comes to bigger crowds, unless I’m standing on a stage. Yes, I am aware of the irony. But being in a room with all my friends like this has never felt weird or awkward. They all make me feel at ease and I can fully be myself.

I look around the room and only then does it hit me, one of those, if not the most important person that usually always calms me isn’t here tonight. Sam. I know we are not on the best terms at the moment, but I thought he’d at least be here, on my last night.

Before I can dwell on the fact I’m interrupted by a shout of my name

“Y/N, come ‘ere a minute” I try to find the source of that voice and my eyes land on Jack. He’s talking to another guy while waving me over. As I get closer I can hear the two talk and I instantly recognize the other voice. That deep and soft timbre, the accent. Before I even join them, I have the biggest smile on my face.

Jack must’ve seen I was getting close as he turns to me and throws his arm around my shoulder before happily announcing “Look who’s come to see you off”

My eyes stray from him over to the other person I had yet to greet. As soon as I had joined them he had stopped talking and is now looking at me with his soft blue eyes

“Hi John” I look up at him with the biggest grin.

“Hello Y/N” he replies before pulling me into a warm embrace. We linger like that for a moment before pulling away

“You actually came! I was afraid you big international Rockstar might be off busy somewhere in the world. But you’re here just for little ol’ me” I pull my most innocent smile and look up at him again. Seeing the mischief in his eyes already, I know a response isn’t far behind

“Actually a just popped in to see Jack and have a pint”

My grin brightens and I take his arm to lead him towards our table. He’s greeting friends along the way until I make him sit down next to me on the bench.

I hadn’t seen Johnny in months. He was another lad from Newcastle whom I had met early on through Sam. Johnny, Sam, Jack, Heidi; they all knew each other through the music scene here in the Northeast. Some of them had started playing at Surfcafe, others while playing Buskers nights in the local pubs. Johnny had his own band to play and tour the world with for a few years now. But only recently had he decided to be less of a part in that Band, and start fresh with his buddy Lou to focus more on his own creative ideas.

“I’m so happy to see you B” we clink both of our glasses together and take a sip each.

“I wouldn’t miss this, pet. You going away for so long is a big deal” he nudges my shoulder and smiles down at me. Even though Johnny has the wackiest sense of humor and wildest personality, he still manages to be one of the sweetest most generous people I have ever met. And I’m so grateful for him and his words. Although they leave a bad taste in my mouth

“Not everybody seems to think so” I tell him quietly, almost not wanting him to hear. I don’t want to ruin the mood or my last night here, but instantly my thoughts go back to Sam.

“Hm, what d’you mean?” he leans his head on his hand and turns his full attention to me. I look away and into the room filled with my friends, all here for me. All, except for one.

“Uhm” I say hesitantly “Sam isn’t here tonight”

“What? Why isn’t he here?” Johnny is completely taken aback by my news. It being very unusual that you don’t find Sam and I together, especially here in the Low Lights.

“Yeah, he uhm, he’s in London” I look over to Johnny to see his reaction “We had a fight, a couple weeks ago and, haven’t really spoken since then” I admit. I can see Johnny’s eyes cloud over with confusion before they clear again and he speaks up

“But he does know you’re going to be gone for months, aye?”

“Well yes, but I guess his new girlfriend was more important” I give him a sad smile before taking a long drink of my pint.

“Y/N/N” sympathy clear in his voice as I lean into his shoulder. The arm he has just put around my waist squeezing me gently into his side.

“I’m so sorry pet! I can’t believe him”

As if she can feel my mood shift, Chloe walks back into the room with two new glasses of Cider for us and sets them down on the table in front of me. “Here you go, hun. Thought you could do with a refill” she sits back down next to me.

“You alright?” she asks concerned

“Yeah” I tell her as I sit back up straight and take one of the glasses she has just brought over

“Just feeling a bit emotional about leaving you lot. I don’t know how you’ll handle things without me” I feel Johnny squeeze my arm in understanding before I wink at Chloe

“I think we’ll be alright here babe” she cackles before taking a drink.

The three of us fall into an easy conversation. My head feels light and my heart is full thanks to all these wonderful people in the room. I am so ready for what’s to come. I just wish there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that I was missing something.

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction #sam fender x reader #sam fender #johnny bond #bondy #love again

[hunter-gatherer-11]

Incorrect Quote #4: Bondi Rescue

Reidy: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Whippet: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

#australia #bondi beach #bondi lifeguards #bondi rescue #ryan “whippet” clark #andrew “reidy” reid #fanfic #incorrect bondi rescue quotes #incorrect quotes #beach #ocean #sea

[themoonyjupiter]

Rules, fandoms and requests

Hi! This is a list of what fandoms and characters I am willing to write for, the rules I have for my blog, and how to submit a request. Please read to the end to find out all you need to know!

Fandoms:

-Marvel

Natasha Romanoff - platonic + romantic

Bruce Banner - platonic

Steve Rogers - platonic

Tony Stark - platonic

Thor Odinson - platonic

Clint Barton - platonic

Bucky Barnes - platonic + romantic

Sam Wilson - platonic

Wanda Maximoff - platonic + romantic

Pietro Maximoff - platonic + maybe romantic

Loki Laufeyson - platonic + slightly romantic

Peter Parker - platonic + little romantic

Yelena Belova - platonic + romantic

Kate Bishop - platonic + romantic

Stucky - platonic + romantic

Wandanat - platonic + romantic

All avengers together - platonic

If there's any other marvel characters you want me to do, just ask, I don't bite :)

-Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler - platonic + maybe romantic

Will Byers - platonic + maybe romantic

Dustin Henderson - platonic + maybe romantic

Lucas Sinclair - platonic + maybe romantic

Eleven Hopper - platonic + slight romance

Max Mayfield - platonic + romantic

Nancy Wheeler - platonic + romantic

Robin Buckley - platonic + romantic

Steve Harrington - platonic + romantic

Eddie Munson - platonic + romantic

Jim Hopper - platonic

Joyce Byers - platonic

Same thing as marvel, just ask if you want someone else and I'll see what I can do :)

-Harry Potter

Harry Potter - platonic + romantic

Hermione Granger - platonic + romantic

Ron Weasley platonic + romantic

Ginny Weasley - platonic + romantic

Fred Weasley - platonic

George Weasley - platonic

Weasley family - platonic

Basically all other characters

-Twilight

Cullen family (all together) - platonic

Cullen family (each separately) - platonic + romantic

Bella swan - platonic + romantic

-Celebrities (mainly the cast for marvel/stranger things but it depends)

Marvel cast - platonic

Stranger things cast - platonic

Need ideas for:

Holland!sister/sibling reader

Marvel cast X teen reader

-Bondi Rescue

I think this one pretty much speaks for itself, but here are some ideas:

Bondi lifeguards X lifeguard reader

Bondi lifeguards X teen/child reader, hurt or drowning?

Bondi lifeguards X reader (not a lifeguard) saves drowning person

Just some ideas 🤷

Rules/notes:

-I have the right to politely turn down a request if I am uncomfortable with writing it

-I am currently not writing smut or NSFW content

-No homophobia, racism, ableism, shaming or general unkindness to myself or others will be tolerated on this blog

-I'm always here if you need help or someone to talk to, so don't be afraid to reach out :)

You get the idea. If there's any general thing I've missed, feel free to message me. :)

Requests:

On my page there is a section labelled QUESTIONS/REQUESTS. You can (as it suggests) ask a question or submit a request there. Or, you can just message me, but make sure to specify what you are asking.

Requesting notes:

I mainly write x reader fics so bear that in mind

When requesting a story please specify what you want. Whether it's the gender of the reader (I write for all genders and identities), the genre of the fic- just ask

Specify whether you want a oneshot or headcannon

I will write for disability awareness and stuff so please specify

I'm more comfortable writing platonic fics, but I might write romance ever so often

I also prefer to write for readers that aren't adults, but again, I might make exceptions ever so often

Please be kind :')

Right, I think that's all I want to say! Thanks for reading!

See ya later alligator

Jupiter xx

#fanfic #x reader #avengers #stranger things #marvel #harry potter #bondi rescue #twilight #requests open #blog rules #asks are open #fanfiction #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff #hogwarts #hawkins #bondi beach #bondi boys #bondi lifeguard #vampire #cullen coven #celebs #teen reader #holland!sister #marvel fanfiction #edward cullen #tom holland sister #tom holland

[imvanspacifierr]

homesick (van mccann)

🤍this is my first time writing a fic so bare that in mind haha, loosely based off homesick but i got quite carried away. it was only supposed to be 1K words max oops. let me know which song fic you want to see next or any ideas for them. feedback would be appreciated🤍

wattpad

word count: 8K

warnings: swearing, alcohol

Van had always been an “over protective boyfriend” from making you call him every time you get home after leaving his place even though you literally lived across the street or texting him that you’re home and alright after every shift at your work. Sometimes you thought it was a bit much but at the same time you were so lucky with how much he cares about you.When he was on tour... this wasn't the case. He would go days without talking to you because he was too busy. You were ecstatic the band finally started to get the recognition they deserved however, this also meant they had more dates on tour and they started to fly across the world for weeks on end. You were so proud of them but you never got to see Van or the other members anymore. You were basically the 5th member of the band alongside Larry, the 6 of you were inseparable but then life happened and you had to get a job which completely changed everything.

Once you were touring up and down the country with your best friends, cramped into a van, driving to cities you’ve never been to before and getting to see the love of your life bouncing around on stage for 2 hours a night while he pursued his dreams but now you’re stuck in a dead end job, pulling pints for lifeless people in a tiny town you’ve always wanted to get away from without the people you loved most.

It was understandable that you were jealous of how they’re going all around the world doing the thing they love most while you have to live a normal life. You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous but it was so hard to feel happy when you didn’t even feel included anymore.

You were snuggled up to Van on his sofa watching some shit afternoon gameshow because there was nothing good on the telly to watch, resting your head on his shoulder, barely keeping your eyes open when he told you the news, “Um... forgot to tell you... me and the lids are going to Australia tomorrow... and then straight to Japan... then to America but then back here” he stuttered the words out while stroking your hair. You stayed silent trying to process what he had just said. “Y/N... love, please don’t be too upset. I would have told you sooner but i didn’t want to ruin today and i only found out last minute, I swear.” His voice did that high pitched thing he does when he’s defensive and nervous towards the end, trying to explain why he’s just telling you the day before.

Lifting your head up off his shoulder while staring at the floor so you couldn’t see his face, you quietly said “for how long?” you looked up, met his gaze, and his face dropped. He broke eye contact immediately, started fidgeting with the sleeves of his soft black jumper and said “2 months” almost whispering. You could feel your eyes starting to overflow with tears. You didn’t dare look at him because it would just make it worse. It’ll remind you that you won’t be able to see his wonky teeth, crooked smile, beautiful blue eyes, long lashes, silky lips, the freckles scattered over his pale skin, his lanky frame dressed in scruffy colourless clothes.

You felt him move, sitting up next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side. He pressed a ghost-like kiss on your cheek and now he was resting his head on your tense shoulder for a bit before lifting it up, he could tell that you were struggling. You turned your head to say something and he had already been looking at you. Big mistake. You just broke down into tears.

This would be the longest they’ve been away from you since you had met them in your early teens.

You met Van and Larry when you were 12, you had just moved in opposite Van’s parent’s B&B and they offered to help bring boxes in and unpack with you and your parents since it was summer and it was the sticky kind of weather that really makes it hard to do anything productive in. After getting all the boxes in and unpacking a few they invited you all over for a cuppa in their garden. When you walked into their back garden there were two boys your age, Bernie called them over and introduced you to them. You were always quite shy but they just started talking to you like you had been hanging out with them all their life. The rest of the summer you spent it with Van and Larry, they showed you around the whole of the town, showed you their favourite places to go and they told you people to avoid at school.

When the summer was over, you started at their secondary school. They showed you to all your classes, even the ones they weren’t in, just so they could have an excuse to be late to their next lessons. Any classes you were in with either of them, they sat with you even if they had other friends in the class. Within a few weeks, you had met a few girl friends but they didn’t compare with the lads at all, they were all fake and didn’t really like each other and would bitch about anyone who wasn’t there. So you stayed with Van and Larry throughout your school years.

After 2 and a half years of living there, you started to like Van in a different way... you noticed your feelings change when he got his first girlfriend. Obviously there were rumours that you were with either Larry or Van but especially Van, because of how much you hung out and it’s known that if a girl and a boy are friends, people just presume that they’re together. You never heard the end of it from kids in school. Van didn’t care about the rumours, in fact he embraced them in a way.

If people were staring at us two he would put his arm around you or try and hold your hand just to wind you up because he knew how much you hated the rumours. Even your own mam and dad asked if you and van we’re seeing each other because every night after school he would come over to yours or you would go to his and listen to his vinyl and cds, same at your house. You loved the same music, from stereophonics to the strokes or arctic monkeys to oasis.

One particular night, you and Van were listening to the new Arctic Monkeys album “humbug” while lying on your bed. He mentioned that he had started seeing one of the girls from school, that was the moment you realised you loved Van. Your heart dropped. You just shrugged it off and picked up your guitar to try and play along to cornerstone while Van was trying to do an Alex Turner impression, which he failed miserably at.

The next week dragged in and you didn’t see van after school until Friday night when you got a text asking you to go to his. You were confused and a bit nervous, he said that he was going to his girlfriend’s house. Anyways, you wandered across the road and Mary opened the door and said, “Knew he’d get you to fix his broken heart” while smiling and she gave you a hug. You smiled to yourself while walking to his bedroom, he was sat on the floor next to his record player while it was spinning humbug by Arctic Monkeys like last week. You sat down next to him, resting your back against his bedroom wall as he told you about how she broke up with him because her friends thought she could “do better”.

This was the first time you had ever seen him like this, not with a cheeky grin on his face, he genuinely looked broken. He had his head in his hands, “Y/N, be honest, do you think I didn’t deserve her?” you were shocked, you never thought you’d hear van saying anything like this. He was known for being cocky and slightly narcissistic so seeing him like this was out of character. You tapped him on the shoulder so he would look up at you, his face was red and his hair messy. You hugged him and said, “No you didn’t deserve her, you deserve someone who actually likes you the way you are.” You then started making jokes about her and her mates to cheer him up, it worked.

The two of you were laughing all night about things, you ended up staying at his house that night. It was around 2am and you were still awake, just talking about random things until Van changed the conversation, “You know what you said earlier about how I deserve someone who genuinely likes me... I already know the perfect person” he was looking right into your eyes, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach rising. You just giggled and joked saying “Wow you move on quick McCann! Who is the lucky girl? “ you were hoping playing dumb would calm your nerves or change the whole conversation but he put his hand on your cheek and said, “She’s right here”.

You were burning up, you didn’t even know how to respond to it. You had no idea he felt the same way you did. He looked confused when you were just sat there gobsmacked, he moved his hand away and said “Well? Don’t leave me hanging Y/N, what do you say?” you were even more confused by that question, you looked at him finally and said “Wait what am I answering?” you knew what he was asking but you just wanted to make sure that this wasn’t just your imagination running wild. Van just started laughing “for fucks sake, i’ll spell it out. Will – you – be – my – girlfriend?” you couldn’t find the words, you just nodded and said “Yeah, go on then”. Before sharing the most awkward first kiss, when teeth collide. Ever since that moment, nearly 6 years ago, you and van have happily been together.

Not long after this, Van started a band. That’s when you met Benji, he started practicing bass and the rest of the band would rehearse nearly everyday in Van’s parent’s garage. You and Larry would watch and help out with restringing guitars when Van strummed too fast and you would try to tune the guitars like how your dad showed you. You and Benji would play video games while Larry and Van argued about what we should order to eat or what songs should make the setlist at a pub where 4 people had bought tickets.

After only a few weeks of touring throughout the country, even going hours away to scotland, a new drummer joined. That’s when you met Bob, he was nothing like the others. While they were loud and full of life, he was shy and quite reserved. You and Bob quickly became close, you were both very awkward which made trying to talk to each other very tricky but it was amusing to the others. However, you both quickly became good friends after a few days despite that.

The band started getting booked for festivals up and down the country, even some in other parts of Europe and a very small leg of an American festival run! You travelled with them as a roadie but you knew deep down, unlike Larry, you weren’t going to stay a part of the team because you didn’t really do that much technical work, you were more like a pa to everyone else. After this you had to step back from the roadie role, everyone was gutted and Van tried to make you stay but you needed a stable job to help your parents pay the bills.

This year welcomed a new guitarist to the band, Johnny Bond. He’s one of the funniest people you’ve ever met and it felt like he had been in the band since the start. That summer you spent it like the old times, in Van’s parent’s garage. You and Larry watched as they played songs Van had written years ago but now they had a new life and meaning. You never wanted them 2 weeks to end because that would be your last time with the band for a month. Unfortunately they flew by, each day would end in drunken story telling and reflecting on some of the worst yet hilarious stories of being on tour.

That month they were away was one of the worst times of your life, your job was driving you mad since your boss constantly put you on shifts because "you have nothing else better to do". You would have given anything to just be able to walk to Van's and listen to him tell you that it's all going to be fine or how he's gonna "beat up your boss because he treats you like shit". You wish you could just go and have a pint with your mates to make you feel better but no. You were alone with only a lousy message every now and then from Van.

You were still in tears, all these memories came flooding back to you in a matter of seconds. Hitting you like bricks. Actually, being hit by several bricks would probably hurt less than the realisation that you couldn’t carry on like this. You stood up from his sofa, breaking away from him. “I’m sorry I have to go, just need some space” muttering as you walked to his front door to get your shoes on and you saw his legs move into eyesight as you were tying your laces. “I’m so sorry Y/n, I mean it” he sighed. You stood up, he went to give you a hug but you dodged it, reaching for your leather jacket that used to be one of his. As you opened the door, Van solemnly begged “Still come to the pub later with me and the lids like we planned, they all miss you like mad, yeah?” you slightly nodded and walked out closing the door behind you but not looking back.

A few hours of sobbing in your bedroom had passed, it was almost the time you said you would meet at the local pub. You didn’t know if you could face it. You know if you didn’t go, you’d regret it however if you went you know you won’t be able to hold back the tears, you were a mess. When you had gotten in from Van’s you took down all the pictures you had of him and the others off your wall because you couldn’t stand the sight of them. You had put all of Van’s tops, jumpers and other things lying around in your house into a bag that you were going to give back to him. You took off the bracelet Van got you on your 6 year anniversary last year and hid it where you wouldn’t be tempted to put it back on. You took all of the catfish demos, vinyl and cds van had given you over the years, with handwritten notes describing how much he loves you and how these songs wouldn’t exsist without you.

It was 10 minutes before you were supposed to be meeting them, you were staring at the clock hoping that time would just pause so you had more time to collect yourself or had more time to even decide whether to go or not.

You looked in your mirror and practically jumpscared yourself. You had mascara running down your swollen face. ‘jesus christ! I really am a mess’ you thought as you scanned your appearance. Then you also saw in the corner of your mirror a photo booth picture strip you and van did on their last uk tour in one of the O2 academy venues. That made your decision right then and there.

You quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your face to get the residue of ruined makeup off your face and tried to then apply more to cover up the redness of your eyes. Just as you were topping up your lipstick you heard a knock on your door and then your mam near enough shrinking, “Van! It’s so nice to see you again, how’s the rock n roll life treating you then?” you could hear them talking downstairs which bought you more time to get dressed out of one of your old band hoodies and joggers into a slightly newer hoodie and jeans. You took one last look in the mirror to check there was no evidence that you’ve just had a bit of a mental breakdown down. As you go to walk down the stairs you suddenly remember your bracelet so you quickly put it back on.

As you turned to go into the living room you smile, you’re so lucky that your parents get on with Van so well. They were sitting there with a cuppa while your mam was saying how she’d watched their t in the park set on the tv and that she can’t wait to see them live again. Van was beaming, he had been telling her stories about festivals they had done while I was here, working in the shitty pub. You were stood there in complete awe of Van, his over exaggerated hand movements as he tries to explain how “mental” the crowds have been and his smile as he is saying that he can’t believe how many people now love the band. After he was done telling your mam the infamous reading story about how a lad got his kick off and was upside down in the middle of their set because Van dared him to do it, you coughed to get their attention. If you didn’t do that they’d both be talking for days. Van was hesitant to look after what had happened in the afternoon, but you just smiled back at him, acting like you were completely fine even though deep down you were still questioning the longevity of your relationship.

He got up and kneeled down to hug your mam and say thanks for the tea. You both walked to the door and he put his arm around your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “are you alright darling?” you put your arm around his waist and said, “I’ll be fine”. But would you? Just as you pulled the door to leave, your mam shouted from the other room “Oi! yous two, remember don’t be stumbling in here drunk at god knows what time! I’ve got work in the morning and I know what yous two are like!” you and Van just looked at each other and laughed as you stepped out the door and locked it.

Frosted pavements glistened in the moon light as you and Van set off walking to the pub. You loved autumn going on winter, cold breeze floated through the dimly lit streets with hazes of golden lights coming from the scattered street lamps. No words were spoken, just the two of you walking hand in hand. No one in sight. Van broke away, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth. He was rummaging for a pack of cigs in his jacket pocket, not successful. You had barely smoked, of course you have had a few drags when you would get high at Van's or when you had a few too many, only started recently to try and handle the stress of work. So you handed him one out of your coat. "Thanks..?" questioning what you'd just done, "Since when did you start smoking?" you didn't answer straight away. You lit his cig up with your florescent lighter then lit your own up. "A few weeks ago. You're a bad influence" you smirked.

Rubbing the stump of the cigarette butt into the concrete, the strolling continued. "The Australian tour is actually supporting The Kooks" Van announced, "They're big fans of the band! It's surreal"

"No way?!" you stopped in your tracks.

"Yeah! Me and the boys were buzzing when management told us!" his face glowed with pride as he was telling you the details of the tour and where they were playing "We're gonna be playing to thousands on the other side of the world, I can't believe it" You couldn't have felt prouder in that moment.

Finally, you and Van arrived. The group wasn't hard to miss, even before opening the thick wooden doors you could hear Larry, Bob and Benji laughing at some imaginative tale Bondy was telling. "Brace yourself, they already sound like they're streaming" Van uttered while shaking his head. He was right. "OI OI! Thought you lovebirds had forgotten!" shouted Larry across the room, you just put your head in your hands as Van stuck his middle finger up at Larry.

They stood up one at a time to give you a hug, Bob pleaded "Please come on tour again, you are the only sane one of them all" while Van pretended to be 'disgusted' at his statement. Bondy nearly knocked you over, "Missed you so much lass" he slurred. Benji kept it simple stating, "Forgotten what you looked like! Never see you anymore" You just put on a fake smile as you could slowly feel your heart getting stabbed with each greeting. Larry exclaimed, "I know right! You need to come back on tour one day, I can't do my job without you" you just laughed at him but deep down you felt sick.

You sat in the middle of Bob and Van as Bondy went to get another round in. Drinks were flowing after telling Van you had to catch up with the rest, that would be impossible but you loved a challenge. Roaring laughter filled your booth as they all told embarrassing stories about each other from the past tour, from Bondy falling asleep in the most random places to hiding Larry's gear from him on high up shelves, which Larry deemed it "discrimination against small people". It felt like they hadn't been away and your thoughts about how they're leaving tomorrow quickly disappeared.

More drinks are consumed far too quickly, you felt dazed and your head was starting to spin, you were out of practice drinking like these. Bad idea to try and out drink Bondy. You were now resting your head on Van's shoulder to try and fight the dizziness off, you admired his laugh and facial expressions as they continued to bring up stories and they also started saying how excited they were about tomorrow. You weren't really paying attention, all you could think about is how you're not going to experience this for another 2 months.

"Earth to Y/N!" Larry said while clicking his fingers in front of your face, you snapped out of your daydream in an instant. "I was just telling them about that time me, you and Van got kicked out of The Kooks gig a few years ago. Wasn't it Van's fault?" but before you could even try and remember the story exactly, Van had already put his hands up like he had been caught red handed making you jolt up from his shoulder. "Alright, alright, you win. It might have been my fault but it was your idea to throw that demo on stage!"

"Yeah, I said throw it on stage, not at the bass player!" Larry argued back.

"Sorry Van, you know I love ya but I'll have to side with Larry on this one. Not his fault you've got a shit aim." You drunkenly giggled back. "Thank you Y/N! See I told you! 1 to me 0 to Van" He pretends to write it down on one of the many beer mats. You looked up at Van and his eyes were narrow, He leaned into the side of your head, resting his fluffy hair on yours. "I'll remember that later." He breathed into your ear making your hair stand up and your heartbeat.

It was even colder outside now then when you had entered, you all said your goodbyes as the rest of them did the sensible thing of getting a taxi back to their houses while you and Van staggered back. You were practically holding each other up, not realising how much you had actually drank until the frosty night smacked you in the face as soon as you had stepped out.

Once you had reached your house after what felt like a lifetime of walking, you searched for your key as Van held onto you so he didn't fall face first into the door. You looked everywhere but couldn't find it, "I definitely had it, I locked the door before" you muttered starting to panic until you felt Van grab your ass while laughing to himself, "Van? Not right now I'm in the middle of something" you whined as he tapped you on the shoulder. "Your keys were in your back pocket dafty" giggling like a little boy, you snatched them off him and unlocked the door.

You quietly locked the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and shrugging your jacket off and leaving it in the middle of your hallway. Van stood there still giggling like a child, "Keep it down, remember my mam has work in the morning" you tried to sturdily say however it set you off laughing when he put his finger over his lips like he was being shushed at school.

He followed you upstairs and cashed down on your bed and as you removed your make up for the second time today. You had barely gotten into your pyjamas when you could hear Van lightly snoring on your bed. He was starfished out under the covers. You closely followed by trying to get into your bed without waking him up, you had little to no room but you didn't care. At least he was still here in bed with you.

Sounds of clattering downstairs wakes you, sunlight gleaming through your curtains. There was an obvious change, Van wasn't there. You got up and stumbled down stairs, your head was thumping and you started to regret last night's antics. Wandering through to the kitchen answered where the loud noises were coming from. Van was stood there in his old pair of joggers with his streets hoodie, that he keeps at yours, on. His hair looked untamed, you tip-toed over to him, not making a sound. You crept over and leaned into his ear, still keeping a distance... "BOO!"

Van jumped and you began to crease up with laughter at his reaction, "Fucking hell Y/N! Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" you just replied with more laughter while hoping to sit on the counter next to him. "Thought you left me" you said as he handed you a cuppa, "Well I'm still here, aren't I?" He grinned as he moved in front of you and put his arms around your waist, "I'm going to miss this." he sighed into your hug. "Me too" you hummed back, taking in the view of his sleepy look.

You both got changed, and walked over to Van's house. His parents were waiting to see him before he left, they were used to him hardly being home but they still missed him. After talking to them for a while and Mary reminding Van to look after himself on the road and him just nodding along not really listening, you went upstairs and helped him to pack up his things. It was quite easy to pack his stuff since he just lived out of cases anyways, there was no point of him unpacking to just re pack the week after.

You were still trying to fight a headache off but now you're also fighting off the sensation of your eyes watering. The bus they were getting to the airport had pulled up outside, all the lads looked worse for wear after last night. Looks like you weren't the only one with a hangover then.

"Well that's everything then..." Van trailed off "You know I'll message or call you everyday... I'll be back in no time. It won't even feel like I've left." He softly spoke as he rubbed your back. "Promise?" you sniffled, feeling yourself well up again. "I promise" he gestured his pinky as if he was pinky promising, you chuckled. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much Y/N, wish you could come with us" he pulled you into a tight hug, it was like he didn't want to leave you either. "I wish I could too" you nuzzled into his chest, "I'm gonna miss you too"

As you left his room, he grabbed your arm. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished yet" But before you could reply he pulled you into his lips, you threw your arms around his neck. it was passionate, but also soft and gentle, you never wanted to pull away. He was slowly sliding his hands under your jumper as you started to put your hands through his thick locks. As he was trying to undo your bra he had moved so you were against the wall and he nuzzled in your neck, sucking on the sensitive spots, making you sigh with need as you also slid your hands down his back...

"Van we're gonna be late-" Larry barged through the door, you both broke away instantly. "Oh shit sorry... but mate we have to go now" he said looking at the floor as he left, you were bright red and flustered but Van didn't really care. "To be continued?" He winked as he picked up his bags, "I guess" you followed out the door with one of his bags.

When you got outside and there they were, Larry had definitely mentioned something since they were giggling like school boys. You were still painted red with embarrassment so you avoided eye contact with the others, just kept your head down and put his bag in the back. you said goodbye and waved to them all, "Hang on, do I not get a proper goodbye?" Van questioned. "Think you've already had it" Bondy announced. The boys went into fits of laughter, this really wasn't helping. You were practically burning with embarrassment. "Don't listen to them pricks, C'mere" Van once again pulled you into a kiss, this time it was a bit toned down for obvious reasons, but it still gave you butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"I was only kidding lass, I would too if I had the option" Bondy chuckled while walking over to give you a hug, you and the others laughed while Van looked confused. The bus was ready to go, so you said goodbye to them all, hugging and saying how much you're gonna miss them. "Van wait! forgot to give you this" he stopped as he went to get on the bus, you pulled out the photo booth picture from your phone case. His face lit up, "Thanks love! This was at one of my favourite gigs we've ever done" he put it in his pocket. "Love you" he said before turning around to get on the bus, "I love you too" you said with a lump in your throat.

After you watched your whole world drive away you ran to yours to go upstairs and put up all your photos of them all again, you put their old vinyl and cds on your shelves and display again and you put all of Van's stuff into his own drawer in your dressing table.

Of course these next few weeks were going to be tough but you loved him and nothing was going to change it.

A couple of days had past, they did their first date in Australia and it looked amazing. It stung you watching videos of them performing, you should be there supporting your best friends. However you were tapped behind a bar getting weird looks from old men instead. You haven't heard anything from Van himself, the form of contact you've had was Benji telling you they've landed but they were shattered and majorly jetlagged which is understandable.

A week had past and nothing from Van. You knew the timezones were drastically different but there was still times he could call. So you messaged him,

"hi, the tour looks so good! how are you doing? haven't spoken in ages, just want to know you're ok x"

no reply.

It had nearly been 2 weeks since they left and still nothing. You began overthinking, what if he's not alright? what if he's cheating? maybe he doesn't love you anymore? it was driving you sick. You tried calling him several times but no answer. So you just gave up.

3 weeks had dragged in and it was the last night of their tour with The Kooks tonight, BoB and Larry had phoned you to see how you were doing and to inform you about tour. While on the phone to Larry, you asked about Van, "I've tried calling and messaging Van but he's just not answering, do you know why? just be honest because I'm fed up of being ignored" it went silent.

"Look, Y/N, this has been the busiest tour we've done, he's constantly doing promo or rehearsing. Even I've hardly seen him" you just sighed, "Thanks anyways" you mumbled in defeat.

You didn't even want to wake up this morning. it had been a month and still nothing but today was different. It was yours and Van's 7 year anniversary. 7 years since you were there in his bedroom listening to Arctic Monkeys, laughing about anything and everything when he asked you to be his girlfriend. Now here you are, alone with no message or call. You had pre booked the day off because you though he was going to be home. Instead you were lying in your bed, with his streets hoodie on that smelled of his aftershave and lambert and butlers.

You spent the whole day in bed, looking through the present you had made for your anniversary that you were going to give when he got back. It was a photo book, the first picture was from the first day you had met him in his garden to the last picture of you two being backstage at their biggest headline show to date with the golden disc they go from one of their singles.

You had decided to not think about him anymore, you were focused on trying to figure out what you wanted to do with your life. You were just going round in circles, the only things you enjoyed doing was playing guitar, listening to music and going to concerts. Realistically that wasn't going to get you anywhere.

You jumped up in your bed, a loud buzzing noise coming from your phone. it was like a beacon light up your room. It was Van. You darted and picked it up in a heartbeat. "Van?" you questioned shocked. "Hiii lovee wassup" he was drunk. You groaned. "It's 2am for fuck sake, if you're just gonna slur over the phone I'm hanging up" you were furious.

"No no no was calling to say a miss you and I'm sorry I've been sooo busy with work things" he laughed. you were not laughing. "Van! It's been over a month since you've left and you didn't even have the decency to ring me?!" he went silent. "You know I've been worried about you, all I wanted was to know if you were ok and that you were enjoying the tour." you can hear shuffling and a deep sigh on the other side of the phone, "Baby I said I'm sorry just calm down oh my god, been busy that's all" you could feel tears trickling down your face, "Fucking calm down? Are you joking, you've been ignoring me for over a month Van! Do you know what day it was this week? Huh?!" you were raging at this point. "Ummmm... I don't know... Can't be that of been important, I can't remember" this tipped you over the edge. "IT WAS OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY" you almost screamed down the phone. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry I didn't know, Fuck.. Um... We'll do something nice when I get back... I'll buy you whatever you want... Or... We could go on holiday just us 2... Shit" you could tell he knew he's fucked up but you were still enraged. "I don't want any of that!" tears were rolling down your cheek with no signs of stopping. It went silent. "So why are you mad at me then?" you couldn't believe he just said that. "All I wanted was for you to remember! Apparently that's too much to fucking ask these days!" you hung up.

You threw your phone down onto your bed and burst out crying, you didn't even know if you were more upset or angry. You felt like your heart had just been ripped up into pieces by the person you loved most. Your phone started buzzing again, it was Van. This carried on for the rest of the night, however you just knocked your phone off and muted it.

It was getting closer to the end of their tour, you didn't even know where they were anymore. You had a few messages off the boys checking in or begging you to talk to Van because he hasn't been himself since that night. You did contemplate getting in touch with Van but every time you thought of him you just wanted to scream. Why did he only call you when he was drunk? Does he not care when he's sober? Did he mean those things he said? These questions were on repeat in your head. You couldn't escape them.

The 2 months were up. They would be home anytime today. You had been mentally preparing for what might happen. Will Van apologise? or will he just be stubborn like always? You didn't even know if you wanted the answers but you knew you were going to get them soon, if you liked it or not.

You were walking back from work, already in a shit mood. You went in your front door and headed straight to bed. It had been a stressful day of annoying men demanding drinks constantly, there was a match on. You despised match days but you got a bouns for doing them, that's all that matters right...

Your bedroom was a mess. There were clothes everywhere, old wrappers and takeaway boxes scattered across your floor. You didn't have the strength to clean it up, especially not right now. Your mind was running mad with the thought of Van coming back today even though you didn't even know wether you wanted to be with him after everything.

After having a shower and getting ready for bed, you picked up the closest thing off your floor to wear. Without thinking you just threw it on and got into bed. It was Van's streets hoodie. You didn't care, you were too tired to care at this point.

It was only 9pm but you were out cold until someone slammed a car door shut and you jolted from the noise. This street was never busy and was always quiet, especially at night. You knew exactly who it was. Your suspicion was confirmed by light knocks on your front door. You hesitated to go downstairs. You didn't want to answer the door.

Your phone flashed with a notification from Van which read

"Hey I'm outside yours now, we need to talk. please answer the door x"

your heart was going a million miles a hour as you took each step down to the front door. You could see his slim frame through the tinted glass, you reached for your keys which had a catfish and the bottlemen keyring on and unlocked the door.

There he was. Stood in your doorway. Dark shadows under his eyes. Stubble coming through. Red around his eyes. Longer rugged looking hair. Ivory skin, paler than usual.

By now you would have jumped into his arms and you would be asking how the tour was while he just rushed you upstairs.

This time it was very different.

"Can I come in?" he asked gently, expecting you to turn down the offer. "Sure" you said bluntly looking down at the carpet. He still had his luggage with him so he left them in the hallway by the door. You walked into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of vodka, you'll probably need it. He followed, playing around with his jumper.

The tension was thick but you didn't want to show you cared or that he had broken you over these weeks. "So, how was the tour then?" you acted as if nothing had happened. "... Good, really good." Van looked baffled. His bushy eyebrows creased and mouth slightly open. "Look we need to talk, I'm sorry about the way I acted the other night but I was constantly swept off my feet working. They had me doing like 2 interviews then radio sessions and a gig at the end of the day. I know I should have called I'm sorry, it won't happen again." You could already feel the anger sparking, "That's not good enough anymore, every time you go away you promise me you'll stay in touch but you never do! I can't take it anymore, it's like I don't exist to you when you're on tour!" He sighed,

"I can't do anything about going on tour, it's a part of the job. Y/N, I've been dreaming of this since I was a kid, you of all people should know that. I know it sucks but we can get through it, I promise" you could feel the water in your eyes already. "I'm not saying I don't want you to stop touring, all I'm saying it would be nice to hear from you while on tour! Even if it's a text message every other day saying hi. Anything would be an improvement! You've promised me loads that you will stay in touch and you never do, I'm sick of just waiting around all day to see if you're gonna reply or not!" The faucet on your eyes had been pulled, tears were falling. "It's like you don't care about me at all! It's like you care about the band more!" you said while rubbing your eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie.

He stood there, brows furrowed. "Are you mad?! I can't just make time out of the schedule to talk to you, I don't even get to talk to my own mum and dad! I'm trying to build us a future, it's not all about you-" you were bewildered. Did he actually just say that to your face? "Y/N, darling I didn't mean that I'm so sorry, I'm not thinking straight. I'm sorry. Can we just try again huh?" He said worriedly. "Just go Van." you sobbed into your hands.

"Please I'll do anything, please let me stay and talk things through properly, yeah?" He shakily said while going to put an arm around to your neck, you shuved him off. "No, just go, I need to think."

"Ok, I'll go" he walked out, head down rubbing his face.You heard him shuffling around in your hallway and then the door quietly shut.

You fell onto your kitchen floor, head resting on your knees trying to process it all. You sat there on the freezing tiles for hours, staring into space wondering how your relationship got this way.

*knock.... knock....*

Van again. You weren't ready for round 2 of whatever this is but if you didn't answer it you know he wouldn't move and freeze to death until you did let him in, so you got up off the floor. Your glassy eyes were not helping the situation.

You opened the door and walked into your living room this time, more comfy than sitting on stone tiles. You and Van sat on separate ends of the sofa. He was bouncing his leg up and down while rubbing his hands together. You noticed that he'd brought a small gift bag this time. "Close your eyes..." Van instructed as he shuffled over right next to you with the gift bag. "Van I'm not in the mood for your stupid games, what is it?" you groaned, it was like nothing had happened. "Fair enough" he said while opening the bag, there was a white box with a name you couldn't quite make out. "Hold your hand out then" you obliged reluctantly, he pulled out a silver necklace with a little charm on it, he placed it carefully in your palm. "Happy late anniversary..." He smiled.

You passed it back to him. "Do you not like it? I can get it changed if you want-"

"Van, it's lovely but I can't be with you anymore. I love you so fucking much but I can't cope without months of contact at a time. I'm so proud of what you've achieved, the band is finally getting somewhere but I can't handle not being with you. It's like you only care about me when you're here and with the band's success you're not going to be home very often. I love you Van but I can't carry on this way." your voice was breaking saying those words, they felt horrible to be in your mouth. You needed them out even if that meant ending things with Van.

His eyes were swollen and his bottom lip was shaking. "I know I've handled this like a fucking idiot, but please Y/N, one more chance. I don't know what I would do without you. You were the one I wrote my very first song about, it was shit but still..." you laughed at the memories of 14 year old Van trying to serenade you on the edge of your bed using your acoustic guitar. "You were the one who believed that the band would work out, You were the one who supported me every step of the way and you were the one who was always there for me when no one else was" it was true, you had always supported him even when you did doubt some of the choices he made.

"I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for you, Y/N just give us one more chance please. I love you more than anything" His eyes were glistening with tears, the insides bloodshot. He was holding your hand the whole time. Your head was spiraling with happy memories.

"Just one more chance, ok? If you fuck this up that's it." you said quietly collapsing onto his chest.

Van moved back and put his hands on either side of your face so you were looking directly into each other's puffy eyes, "Don't worry, I won't fuck it up." he assured as you both leaned into eachother, softly pressing your plump lips together, you pulled him in deeper until he broke away to reach for the necklace. He moved your hair out the way so he could fassen the clasp on the chain. "Beautiful" he breathed before dragging you off the sofa and leading you upstairs to your room.

You woke up at noon, you were fitted to his side, nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You pressed light kisses on his exposed collarbone, trying not to wake him up. His eyelashes fluttered open. "Morning" you said still half asleep. "Morning, love" he grinned, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.

#catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #benji blakeway #bob hall #bondy #johnny bond #vanfic #van mccann fanfic #catfish and the bottlemen fanfic

[zai-ichii]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Grand Theft Auto V Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Benson/Irwin Dundee (NoPixel) Characters: Barry Benson (NoPixel), Irwin Dundee (NoPixel) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Sexual Content, Confessions, Angst and Fluff and Smut Summary:

Takes places months after the hubby (or lack there of?) reveal.

"Just because we're not in love - "

"I didn't say that. I still love ya."

"...Can we still call each other the husbands?"

Well, this hasn’t aged well in its week of existence but hey, anything can happen in RP so who knows?! Writing this was also very cathartic & helped me heal from the trauma that the BBMC has caused me this week haha (also I’m ignoring that awkward convo for the most part til there’s more clarification of what’s going on in the story :)

So in case any simps use Tumblr, enjoy! Smile

#bbmc #gta #gta v #grand theft auto #gta rp nopixel #gta rp #bondi boys #irwin dundee #barry benson #simp #simps #fanfiction #fanfics #coda #video game #gamers #twitch #nopixel #roleplay #dunrry #dunry

[nametakensff]

10, 11, 12 for the asks plsss

Thank you for the asks, lovely! 🥰

10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?

Hmm. I suppose it really depends what I'm trying to get out of it? For getting off quickly and reliably, wavs are definitely a go to! If I have more time I loooove reading snz fics though. Words and descriptions when used well are the most erotic things in the world imo! Also love consuming fanfic, not exclusively for getting off. I think it's probably a tie?

(I fucking LOVE a good observation, though 🥵)

11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?

I don't think I have a preference! It really depends on each unique sneeze. When consuming content (wavs, videos, fics) it's a pretty even split! I'm a little more picky with my masculine sneezes though

(I approached this meaning more male and female? But it still applies if we're not talking specifically about sex and more like...manliness and womanliness lmao. Or whatever. I'm bisexual, it's literally all good across the board! 💕)

12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)

Oooh okay. Desperation and/or audible wetness are huge things for me, if I had to pick off the top of my head? But. I genuinely cannot get enough of all kinds of sneezes? I love vocally rich sneezes but I also really love when they just sound completely nasal or like a rush of wetness and air. Also can't say I strictly prefer stifles or let outs - it really just depends on my mood! I love audible build ups and talking between sneezes - someone blessing or excusing themselves is always 😩💦

I think it might be easier to say what I don't care for? And that is sneezes that sound exclusively like a yell, or those that just sound like coughs. You know. Good ol' snoughs. And whilst I can appreciate holdbacks I'm very impatient half the time and just want snz as soon as I can get it so 🤷‍♀️

(I always go back to 'Looking Up and In' on bondi's wav page - partially because I had my first ever orgasm listening to him lmao but also because he has a massive variety of extremely harsh, vocal and desperate sneezes mixed in with some smaller ones that just seem to really scratch the itch for me)

#in summation: I like a lot of things a lot #lol #nttalks

[maisonbelligavi]

Hi, I'm Chumbay.. A very unserious human overall.. My brain has latched onto Jude and Gavi so I'll have to completely give myself over to this hyperfixation until God knows when... I'll probably spend the next few months writing fanfics of them. So this blog mainly exists for aesthetic purposes. And it is very much 🔞 so minors please stay away.

I'll be brainstorming scenarios and plots for my fics... There would probably be other football pairings as well as I tend to be all over the place sometimes so don't be surprised if you're here mainly for BelliGavi.

Kyky de Bondy happens to be the love of my so I guess in way, this blog is for him too.

Feel free to make fic requests or hit me up with any ideas you think would be dope to write where BelliGavi as a pairing are concerned.

If you wanna check out my already posted BelliGavi fics, check out my AO3.

#jude bellingham #gavi #real madrid #fc barcelona #kylian mbappe #football fic #fanfic #belligavi #jude x gavi

[freshfraise]

ALL OR NOTHING - ONE

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: Childhood sweethearts. After a tearful, transformative departure at just 19, four years pass by. And now, at 23, you are being forced to awkwardly reunite with your ex-boyfriend to fulfill your dreaded journalistic duties.

authors note: this chapter is essentially the build up to when they meet again next chapter, so bear with me :)) thank you for all the love and comment if you want to be in the tag list!

previous chapter here

2022 | LONDON, SOHO

You shake off your nerves as you enter your boss's office. You were specifically called over, which was extremely rare for a journalist of your level. Sympathetic glances are shot over from your colleagues, having you anticipate the worst. You wrap your trembling digits around the frigid doorknob and heave deeply. 

“I’m removing you from Educational Journalism and switching you to a different sector.” Your boss declares bluntly, barely leaving any time for your feet to be firmly planted on the floor.

“Wh-”

“I believe your writing is better fit for a more riveting sector than Education. Something along the lines of Entertainment and Sports.” He continues, blocking out any sort of inquiry you may have. The word Sports rings in your head. It was only just four years ago. Four years ago since you last saw him. Of course, you saw the odd headline of him or a trending hashtag/tweet debating just how good of a player he is, but you made it your (extremely difficult) mission to ignore and block out as much as possible of your ridiculously illustrious ex-boyfriend. You prayed that your boss would lean more into the entertainment sector, as you definitely wouldn’t mind interviewing and writing about celebrities and media around the world.

“Okay well, is there any sort of training I need to take before I start?” You question quickly, wary that you would be cut off again.

“Your writing is just what we need, so no, none at all. In fact, you have a train to Paris booked for 7:45 am tomorrow, as you’ll be interviewing a popular football team at their stadium. I’ll confirm more details in the morning.” The ringing in your ears grows louder, almost deafening. Suddenly, your trembling fingers become slick with perspiration and your tongue abnormally scratchy. There’s no way, what are the odds? you think to yourself. Your breathing becomes more hollow and rapid, now audible.

“Ms. Y/L/N? Are-” 

You interrupt this time, (unintentionally, but nonetheless it felt good). “Is this confirmed? Is there any way to deny this? I have a lot of things going on-”

“Y/N, this job is highly sought after, so the fact you’re even considering denying this job is very telling of your dedication to your role.” Your boss reprimands, making you purse your lips in shame. “And, yes it is very much confirmed, both the train ticket and the interviews. I get it, it’s normal to get scared and anxious when meeting celebrities of such calibre, but, you’re a journalist and this is a part of your job. Paris Saint Germain is one of-” Your boss’s voice fades out in the abundance of thoughts swirling around in your throbbing head. Now, you’re regretting a lot of things. You’re regretting not keeping in touch, which would probably drastically reduce the levels of anxiety you’re feeling but also your insistence on keeping your relationship with him private, because if it wasn’t, maybe your boss would understand how uncomfortable this situation is. Although, it did save you a swarm of hate comments and death threats.

You tune back into your boss’s ongoing rant, “-I, myself, am a fan of PSG, so if you could maybe get a signature or two from a couple players, that would be great.” He suggests, voice evident of enthusiasm. You roll your eyes subtly before heading your way out of the office. 

“Oh, Y/N?” He calls out, making you turn back promptly. “A signature from Mbappé in particular.” He comments, a small smile on his face. You pinch your eyelids shut and nod, already embarrassed at the thought of asking your Ex best friend/boy friend for a signature. 

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On the tiresome commute home, you take advantage of the empty bus and call your best friend to communicate your uneasy thoughts.

“Imani, should I quit?” You ask, slouched in your seat, head facing the bus ceiling. One of the first and only friends you made in London, Imani is the only person outside of your immediate family that knows of your past relations with the footballer. Initially, she thought that it was a very well thought out prank, before realising that it was, in fact real and ended up screaming down the phone at you in bewilderment, leaving you to explain the extensive history of Y/N and the Mbappé.

“Girl, you have bills to pay. So delete that from your options,” She states bluntly, earning a hearty chuckle from you. “Unless,” She says, dragging out the ‘S’.

“Unless what?”

“Unless you get back together with him, that financial burden is lifted off your shoulders, and I can become WAG adjacent again! Win win for all of us!” 

“Imani.” You say exasperated.

“I’m kidding. Kinda. If I’m being honest, I still don’t understand why you broke up with him. You guys were so cute.”

“First of all, It was mutual. Kinda.” You recall the series of events, remembering your desolation and ache. You bite your lower lip, not liking to think too much about the feelings that day.

“Yeah mutual, yet he was begging for you not to leave him.” Imani responds, making you giggle quietly at her cut throat attitude.

“That wasn’t funny.” You say blankly, not giving her the satisfaction of making you laugh. “Plus, that was years ago, he probably has a girlfriend now.” The thought scans your mind briefly, leaving you to ponder.

“I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, Y/N."

“You know what that means.” Imani declares, interrupting your train of thought.

“Late night stalking session?” “Late night stalking sesh.” Imani affirms. A late night stalking session, consists of one dedicated hour to finding out everything, ever imaginable about a possible romantic interest. In this case, a past romantic interest. This should be easy, you think to yourself, due to his famed status.

After a long journey home and sixty fatiguing, extensive minutes of harassing online search engines, you and Imani concluded two things:

Ethan has grown a lot since you last saw him.

Kylian, as a matter of fact, does have a girlfriend, who apparently, he’s engaged to.

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[icouldntfindquiet]

Hi! I found more stuff about the bio! 🩷

I was looking at Catfish's artist page on Primary Talent through the Wayback Machine. If you click this link you can see what their page said in Feb 2023 and read a bio that was written in 2018:

https://web.archive.org/web/20230202121934/https://primarytalent.com/catfish-and-the-bottlemen/

Parts of this bio are in the current Spotify bio too! I don't think anyone actually wrote the new bio for R&L/Spotify, they just took pieces from this and the old Spotify bio to try and make something that doesn't mention the other boys and the silence. It definitely wasn't written fresh.

"Freed from opinion and expectation, young music fans flock in their tens of thousands to see and hear the band in concert, exercising joyful release, in communion, as the rest of the world appears to fight with itself on the outside."

Hello! 👋 Here’s the link.

Lol, I like this one! It sounds like a fanfic and I see the teasing digs at Van. 😂😂 I’m 99% sure it’s Bondy who wrote it! I’ll go reblog examples I can find. In the meantime, remember his Instagram stories! 1, 2, 3. // 1, 2, 3, 4.

The more I read

Freed from opinion and expectation, young music fans flock in their tens of thousands to see and hear the band in concert, exercising joyful release, in communion, as the rest of the world appears to fight with itself on the outside.

the more I think it’s Bondy. 😂 This is a great find! Thank you so much! We are slowly getting closer to solving the mystery of the bio. How upset do you think Bondy would get if I asked if he wrote this? 🙈

United States, Autumn 2023

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#talk #spotify bio mystery

[cottagecorefroggyfairy]

I was thinking that I’ll forever be grateful to little me for being so constant in learning English.

Reading Lotr in ov with just little help needed made me realise how far I’ve actually come and how much I own to my nerdiness and neurodiversity.

For being a 13 yo with nothing but the deep urge to watch the next season of Merlin even if it hasn’t been dubbed yet marked the beginning of my journey through fandom - and consequentially my journey as a fanfic reader and writer.

First in my own language, then shifting towards a more “international approach” when I’ve discovered Ao3.

Maybe I’m not always as fluent as I’d like to be, but I am still able to connect with a lot of people and for that I’ll always try to remember with more kindness my younger self. Because without her every fanfiction I’ve ever written wouldn’t be there. Without her I wouldn’t be able to watch a 45 minutes long video essay about queerness in the lord or the rings. Or enjoy bondi rescue. Or watch that weird movie that only has English subtitles. Certainly I wouldn’t be so much into 20 men racing without understanding English.

I see you, baby me. Now I really do.

#fandom #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #fanfic authors #f1 #f1 fandom #lotr #lotr reread #fangirl #bilingual #learning english #english #english as a second language #english as a foreign language #note to my past

[imwriting0verhere]

Masterlist

Sam Fender x Reader

One-Shots

Absolute Bliss

What's Meant To Be

Birthday Surprise (angst)

Series

“Love Again”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Johnny Bond x Reader/OFC

One-Shots

Festival Reunion (smut)

3 a.m. Cuppas

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender x reader #sam fender #johnny bond fanfic #johnny bond imagines #johnny bond #sam fender fanfiction #johnny bond fanfiction #bondy #bondy imagines #catfish and the bottlemen #love again #julia writes

[hunter-gatherer-11]

Sick (Bondi Rescue)

Prompt: Lachie is sick. Will, his "big brother" (roommate) is trying to force him to stay home, but when Lachie's sickness and fever spikes to the point where he's delusional, Will has to take him to the ER. And also, Hutz feels bad, because Hutz got him sick in the first place.

Warnings: Sick Lachie; Passing Out In The Shower; Delusional Sickness; Hospitals; Dangerous Fevers; Concerned Will Bigelow; Big Brother Will; Little Brother Lachie; Concerned Will; Guilty Harrison Reid.

Third Person POV

Lachie stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to figure out if he could convince his roommate/older brother figure, Will, that he was good to work today. Lachie's chest was a little heavy, his breath a little wheezy, and he was feeling feverish, but he figured he'd just slept under the blankets too long. He sighed, chest rattling, and broke into a coughing fit as he tried to get up. He stumbled to his closet, grabbing a shirt, and Will appeared in the doorway. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Getting...a shirt?" Lachie frowned. "Why? You're not going in." "I am, though." "Nah, mate, think Hutz got you sick." "I'm fine."

Will gave him a flat look as Lachie coughed--again. "Will, it's a cough, that's a human thing to do, isn't it?" He grabbed some joggers (sweatpants) from his dresser before moving to the bathroom, hearing Will call, "Yes, but you're sick!"

Lachie ignored him, starting the shower and kicking the door shut, sighing and breaking into another coughing fit. He was really gonna kill Hutz. He'd had the flu last week and hadn't really realized it until he threw up, three times at work, and Hoppo literally forced Maxi to take the boy home. Not to mention Hutz almost passed out, in the ocean, twice. Stepping under the hot water, Lachie started feeling his muscles relax and groaned, tipping his head back. He must've blacked out or something, because he woke up to Will throwing the door open, grabbing Lachie's arms and slinging a towel around him. Lachie wasn't really aware of what was happening until Will managed to get him in some joggers. "What..." He blinked, seeing Will in front of him, holding his shirt. "You passed out, mate." Will said, his blue eyes dark with worry. "You know you're not supposed to tilt your head back, moron." Will shook his head, helping Lachie into the shirt. "Sorry," Lachie mumbled, feeling hazy. He started coughing, having to bend in half to breathe. "Lachie, hey. Why don't we just head to bed, yeah?" "Kay," Lachie whined, eyes shut. He had never remembered feeling this horrible since he was small, maybe six or seven.

Will got Lachie into bed, and Lachie passed out for a few hours. When he woke up, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and Lachie could hear a movie on the TV in the living room and a voice, not Will's, laughing. Frowning, he shakily got up, hoping not to collapse, but the way he swung his legs over the edge of the bed made his stomach churn, and he forced himself up, to run to the bathroom, barely making it over the toilet before everything came out. He couldn't breathe, and it was so gross. A hand rubbed his back slowly, and Lachie whined, trying to pull away. "Hey, just me." Will said, brushing Lachie's bangs back. Lachie groaned. It was so embarrassing to sit here, puking his guts up, as the older man stood there (despite Will having done it before). "Sorry," He coughed, and Will shook his head. "Don't apologize for being sick. Trust me, kid, I've seen way worse." He helped Lachie sit back, flushed the toilet, and helped him stand. He pulled a thermometer from the cabinet. "Here." Lachie sat there for a minute with the thermometer under his tongue until it beeped and Will winced, showing Lachie. "Gotta get that down." 102.4 read the tiny screen. Lachie sighed.

They entered the kitchen. Lachie wished, just for a moment, that he could sit and lean against Will, but it'd get the man sick. Hell, he was probably getting sick right now. Guilt churned in Lachie's gut at the thought. Will slid a plate over, with toast on it, and Lachie, totally spaced out, dropped his head with a heavy clunk on the table that made Will cringe and touch his back gently. "Don't hurt yourself," He said, but Lachie just whined softly, not lifting his head. "Hey. Eat this, then go to bed, okay?" Will said, and Lachie glared at the toast, wondering if it'd make him puke again. But he was really hungry, so he grabbed one, almost limp, and nibbled it slowly as Will cooked something. Suddenly, he frowned. His vision was spinning as well, and he couldn't breathe, like there was invisible sandbags on Lachie's chest. He frowned.

"Will," He said, but Will didn't hear him.

He stood, turning to go to his room. Maybe laying down would help, but the moment he stood, he felt lightheaded. "Will." He had enough time to say, a little louder, before his vision went white.

Will heard Lachie, and turned just in time to see the boy's eyes roll to the whites, like a freaky zombie movie, and crumple in a dead heap on the floor. "Lachie!" Will shouted, rushing to Lachie. The boy was unresponsive, pulse racing, and eyes fluttering under his bruise-colored eyelids. "Lachie, hey!" He shook Lachie's arm, but the boy only groaned. Will grunted as he lifted Lachie bridal-style and took him to his room. He knew passing out was generally a bad thing, but he figured, Lachie's sick, he probably stood up too fast. He tucked Lachie into the bed, feeling oddly like a parent for a moment (not that he minded) and rushed back to the kitchen so as not to burn what he was making.

Time Skip

Lachie woke up, not knowing where he was. He glanced around. The walls had posters on them, things he recognized, but...was this his room? He coughed, rolling over, and fought the nausea. "Hey." A guy said, coming in, and Lachie stared at him, confused. A memory tickled his brain. Did he know this guy? "Hi?" Lachie asked, startled. The guy stared at him. "You okay?" He asked. "I...I guess. Where..." He blinked, looking around, at the posters, the walls' "Is this my room?" The man was staring at him, concerned now. "Um...yeah. You live with me, remember?"

"No. I...think..." He could barely talk. He was also covered in sweat, felt hot around the face, and couldn't breathe. "I can't breathe," He whispered. The man swore, stepping closer and feeling Lachie's head. "Damn. Okay, um...I'll be right back." "Kay." Lachie mumbled, collapsing into his bed as the man left. Lachie knew he knew that guy, but the name wasn't there. Hadn't he worked with him before? Wait, what is my job? Lachie wondered. Aren't I...a lifeguard? At the ocean, I think. Bondi?

"Hey." The man was back. "Stick this under your tongue, and then we're gonna head to the hospital, okay? Whippet's coming to get us." "Whippet...?" "Yeah." Lachie allowed the guy to stick the thermometer under his tongue as he grabbed a hoodie. The thermometer beeped, showing 102.6. "Shit. Here, up."

The guy helped him dress in a warm hoodie, joggers, and sneakers, then helped him outside, where a man in a car was waiting. Slipping in the back and the other guy in the front, the blonde said to the driver, "He doesn't remember me, so I figured ER was the next step. Also, his fever was at 102.6 last time I checked. So hurry, please." Now the driver was looking at him. "Sure. Hey, Lachie. Ready?" "Sure?" Lachie frowned. He knew these people. He started mumbling, "I know them, I...Whippet..." He frowned, trying to place the names. Unknown to him, Will and Whippet were listening to his rambles.

"I'm...beach. I work at the beach. Ocean?" Lachie thought harder, his head pounding. "Bondi. Boss--Is my boss mad?" "No. No, he knows you're sick." Whippet shared an alarmed glance with Will. If Lachie ever talked about Hoppo, he said the name, not boss. Did Lachie remember Hoppo at the moment?

They arrived at the hospital, explaining everything to the nurse. When they got to his temp, she grabbed Lachie gently and led him back, but the men had to wait in the waiting room. For some reason, Lachie didn't want to go alone, so he glued himself to the man Whippet (was that his name?) had called Will. "Can he come?" the nurse shook her head. "He can come when we're done, alright?" Lachie looked sad but followed her.

He doesn't remember passing out, but he woke up with Whippet in a chair on the left, Will on the right. "Will?" Lachie asked, and both men looked up. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Will asked. "Better, I think. I'm...not as hot. And I can breathe." He mumbled, playing with the edge of the blanket. "That's good." Whippet smiled. "You scared us earlier." He said softly. "Why?" "You had no idea who we were, didn't know where you worked. Nothing." Will said. "Sorry." Lachie mumbled. "Don't be. We got you some help, that's all we needed." Just then, the doctor came in, and he smiled, seeing Lachie awake. "Mr. McArthur, hello." He said. "Lachie," the boy said, and the doctor nodded. "Lachie," he corrected. "How do you feel? You still feel sick, any pain?" "No." "Good! So, our plan was to keep you overnight, just to be sure, but you are improving rapidly, so we'll give it a few more hours and then, if you're still looking good, we can send you home. Sound okay?" "Yeah." Lachie said, yawning. "Good!" The doctor turned to Will, saying something, as Lachie dropped off into sleep again.

Time Skip

"Lachie!" Jake crowed when Lachie walked into the Tower on Sunday. Lachie grinned as the others smiled, greeting him. "Hi," He said, and Hutz, when their eyes connected, glanced away quickly, guilt etched on his face. Will had informed the team (or Whippet did--either way, they knew) about Lachie's ER trip, so Lachie knew that Hutz felt bad. He sat next to the Kiwi on the desk. "Don't feel bad, okay?" "I-I'm not--" "You are. I can see it. So what if I ended up in the ER and you didn't? You didn't wanna get me sick." Hutz shrugged. "I guess." "Love you, mate." Lachie smiled, flicking Hutz's forehead. Hutz laughed. "Yeah, love you, too."

#Bondi Rescue #Lachlan “Lachie” McArthur #Harrison Reid #bondi lifeguards #bondi beach #australia #fanfic #sickfic #sick #sickness #er sicknesses #the flu #sick fic #sick day #illness #headache #ill #nausea #Ryan “Whippet” Clark #Will Bondi Rescue