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Caretaker - Jack Mercer x Reader ✧

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it's been a hot minute since I posted, but the premise of this story is basically Jack survived the shot and you, being the sweet loving girlfriend you are, agree to look after him!

Pre-established relationship ꨄ

✰ content warning! ✩Swearing ✩mentions of alcohol, injuries and brief mental illness

(If any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable as you read, feel free to scroll on, I will try to mark places that involve these things with a purple '*')

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✩ 2006

It's been a couple of months since every thing went down with the Mercers and Victor Sweet, and luckily Jackie survived being shot, but only by a hair. So with my short lived years at nursing school, and a lot of love for and idiot, I took it upon myself to look after him.

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"Hey Mercer it's me! Could you let me in?! " I yelled as I banged on the Mercer's door in the cold January weather. Just waiting for someone to open the fucking door. "Woah babe do you mind keeping the fucking noise down? " A tall, blondish-brunette said as he opened the door, rubbing his eyes with a look on his face that said "I don't mean to be rude I just have a killer hangover". A look that undeniably belonged to my boyfriend Jack, me and Jack had been together long-distance ever since he moved from Detroit, and now that he was back here for good I was so excited to spend as much time with him as a girl could, but that got put on hold for his brothers' revenge plan, which ultimately led to him being shot. Now I've bestowed the amazing job of taking care of him upon myself.

'Lovely to see you too Jackie, now let me in before my tits get icicles. '

He nodded and moved aside so I could come in, we walked into the living room and we sat down on the sofa with him lying between my legs as we watched TV,

'So why are you over here at this time in the morning? '

'Jack sweetheart I need to look after you, you've just gotten out of the hospital and I can already tell you've been drinking. ' I laughed as I messed with his already messy bed hair.

'It's not like that babe, I'm fine, me and my brothers were just having like a celebratory drink or whatever the fuck Bobby called it. '

'Oh that's cute, speaking of your brothers, where are they? '

'At Jerry's I think, they all stayed there but Jerry's wife drove me back here because in her words, I needed to be closer to you because you're the only one who can deal with me when I'm fucked. ' he laughed and fiddled with his hands as he said it, he seemed a bit embarrassed so i lightly kissed him on the head.

'That was sweet of her, and she's right, but anyways did you have a good time with your brothers? '

'Yeah until I could feel my brain practically throbbing this morning when I woke up. '

'Dearie me Jackie, what do I do with you? ' I laughed as I moved his head off of my lap and onto the nearest pillow as I got up and went to the kitchen.

'Babyyy come back please it's cold. '

'Jackie stop being a baby, I'm only making a cup of tea and I'll be right there! '

'Please be quick, you're the only thing helping these fucking gun wounds. '

'You can't rush a good tea baby, and how are your injuries? '

'About as good as you expect them to be, hurt like a fucking bitch, *not only that but ever since it happened I've been waking up in the middle of the night, breathing heavy and tears down my face.' As soon as I heard him say that I immediately stepped away from the kitchen and sat with him again, this time letting him lie on my chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach. I let him talk to me about his night terrors, he laughed to himself as he found it all a bit embarrassing.

'Jackie, in all seriousness that sounds like a symptom of PTSD don't you think?'

'Could be, I keep shakin' too, like it's really fucking weird and I can't even stop it, it only calms down when I'm with you. '

'Awh Jack, you truly are adorable, but I really think you should consider being checked out because it can get super dangerous if you don't talk to someone.'

'Then I'll be fine because I have you to talk to, don't I? ' I could feel him start to shake a little bit, probably thinking that he might not be able to have me as a safety net anymore now that he's "even more fucked up than before" . I shushed him comfortingly and started rubbing his back with my hands under his shirt, and when I felt him calm down I said to him,

'Of course you have me Jackie, and you always will no matter what happens, you can speak to me about anything, but I think at, some point when you're comfortable with the idea, speaking to a specialist would help.'

'Yeah, at some point, but I feel safe here. With you I mean. Ever since I got shot I've been more on edge than ever and I'm always getting myself worked up about everything. Hell sometimes Bobby can't even ask me if I'm doing okay without me yelling at him. I don't want to but I feel so out of control in my own body. But when I'm with you I feel like all of that goes away and that I could just stay here with you forever. I mean it's fucking stupid but you get the idea. ' I could feel a tear fall onto my stomach, so I motioned for him to sit up. I sat in front of him face to face and opened my arms so he could hug me, and he fully embraced me and buried his head deep into my neck.

'I know it's tiring Jackie, and I understand that you feel like you're out of control, and that's why I'm here to look after you, and I always will look after you as long as you need me to, and it's not stupid and it never will be because I love you so much Jackie it's unbelievable. '

'I love you too baby, I love my little caretaker. ' he said as I wiped his tears with my thumbs, and he leaned in and kissed me as gently as he could. I always cherished the moments where Jack could feel vulnerable with me, because I feel as if the environment he grew up in, didn't give him that luxury, as his older brothers always felt as if vulnerability was a weakness, but it was because they had also been influenced by their environment, even with Evelyn that mindset had always stuck with them.

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After a while, me and Jack had went to his room and fallen asleep in his bed after having something to eat, then we had woken up a couple hours later.

'Now what do you want to do Jackie?'

'Whatever you want baby. '

'Wanna watch Grease? '

'Please baby pleasee you know you love 'em! '

'Okay fine, just for my sweet caretaker though. '

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The end! I hope you enjoyed what felt like forever, please consider leaving a comment as they rlly make my day x

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☆Number - Jack Mercer x Reader

☆ idc Jack Mercer doesn’t have enough fanfics so I’m here to serve justice.

☆Would recommend listening to ‘You Can Be The Boss’ by Lana Del Rey

Content: Mentions of drugs alcohol, suggestive language, mentions of gang violence

~و✧…彡☆ - btw pretend Jack survived x

彡☆ 2005          19:36PM

‘This job is honestly ass’  I said to my most common customer, and closest friend, Sofi. It was true, I hated my job, it was a fucking shithole, I mean it was a dingy bar in the rough parts of Detroit, a little girl’s dream clearly.

‘Aye (name) don’t be so silly, it pays the bills, and plus, you get a lot of guys working here.’ She wasn’t wrong, I mean it did pay the bills after all but the amount of guys that I didn’t want? Uncountable.

‘I know Sof’, but they’re all ugly most of the time, plus, when they’re that pissed out of their minds, ‘no’ doesn’t compute easy, they got determination I’ll say that. Gets me a few tips I suppose.’ I laughed, cleaning the nearby table where Sofi sat. ‘Speaking of guys, can’t believe you’re seeing that Angel Mercer again!’ I asked, sitting next to her and nudging her shoulder.

‘I don’t like the way you said ‘Again’ but at least I have a man. Though, how old are you now?’ She asked, smiling at the ground when she answered about Angel, absolutely smitten, is the only words I could describe her.

‘Twentyyy... one?’ I questioned myself as I pulled out my ID, just double checking I was actually 21. 

‘You really think that checking your ID is going to help? How many fake IDs did you have when you were 17 to get cigarettes?’ Me and Sofi go back to when I was 17 and freshly moved to America, she lived in the apartment next to me and we’d been best friends since she welcomed me into the new apartment.

‘Shut up girl, this is a real one, and I am right I’m 21.’ I laughed, smacking my ID on the table.

‘Okay okay, anywho, Angel has a brother, Jack who’s the same age as you, and he got shot recently, he’s getting out of hospital today and a little birdie told me him and his brothers are coming here in an hour or so to celebrate.’ She suggested, walking over to the bar.

‘Oh yeah? Well from what you’ve told me the birdie is actually quite big.’ I smirk as I pour myself a pint from the tap, Sofi hit me on my arm, telling me to shut up in Spanish. I love Sofi but she loves to overshare about her sex life, but it’s fun to mess with her about it. 

…彡☆      19:54PM

A few moments passed, as me and Sofi just talked about random things, about how crazy it was that Victor Sweet had finally been killed, what Sofi wanted to do career wise etc. When all of a sudden, a bunch of loud men burst through the door, as I recognise a very familiar face.

‘Jerry!’

‘(Name)! What’s goin’ on baby?’ He said as he approached the bar, politely shaking my hand, Jerry was like a big brother to me, always nice and fair.

‘Nothin’ much, your wife know you here? I can call her right now if she don’t.’

‘Nah she knows, I’m truthful to my lady, and seeing as I’m so truthful, can we get a few rounds free?’

I laughed and nodded saying as long as I got tipped I’d give them whatever.

‘Bullshit Jerry, we all keep secrets here.’ A bloke in leather, with a goatee sort of thing going on says, laughing and hitting his back.

‘Man shut the fuck up before I woop yo’ white ass. (Name), these are my brothers Bobby, Jack and Angel, I guess you’re already acquainted with Angel here.’

‘Yeah man, it’s hard not to know who Angel is when all I hear in my apartment is those two getting it on.’ I say, lighting a cigarette whilst directioning my hand to Sofi and Angel.

Then I looked at Jack, and all I thought was ‘Damn he’s fine’.

‘So you lovely ladies want tables or are you gonna keep me company and sit at the bar?’

‘I think the guys are alright with sitting at the bar, right guys?’ Jerry said, asking his brothers, they all nodded and agreed as they took seats at the bar.

‘Can I get a beer?’ The one who I assumed was Bobby, asked.

‘Can you be specific, Guiness? Heineken? A pint? Half-pint? And I don’t know maybe a please?’ I chuckled, directioning to the amount of beers there were to choose from

‘She had you on that one Bobby, she’s very passionate about her alcohol.’ Angel said. 

‘And why’s that, you an alcoholic or somethin?’

‘No, I don’t know if you can tell from the accent but it’s just from being English really.’ I could see Jack’s eyebrows raise slightly, he was really cute.

‘Ah, I don’t know man just give me a bottle of Guiness.’

‘Please?’

‘Please.’

…彡☆           20:20PM

About half an hour passed before I finally talked to Jack, I slid down the bar, making my way to where he sat, leaving the rest of the brothers and Sofi to do whatever.

‘You’re Jack I take it?’

‘Yeah and you’re.. (name)?’

‘Indeed it is, what drink you want Jackie?’

‘I don’t mind really, can I get a cigarette? The hospital wouldn’t let me bring ‘em in.’ He laughed, god damn his laugh. I’ve known this boy for 45 minutes and I’m whipped

‘Yeah sure and I’m sorry to hear that you got shot by the way, you ‘re lucky you survived love.’ I could see him the try to hide the fact me calling him love got a reaction out of him, it’s not particularly uncommon for me to call customers love, but it’s usually older customers, just out of respect, though for him? I just said it to get a reaction.

‘Thanks, how long you been working at the bar?’

‘Not long really, few months? I’ve only been in America for a couple of years, I think four years.’ Passing him a cigarette and a lighter whilst taking a puff of my own.

‘Ah cool, how come you moved?’

‘I don’t know really, I suppose to just be with my mum, seeing as she wanted to just get away.’

‘Your parents split?’

‘Yeah but it was probably the best choice they collectively made.’ I laughed, pouring him a drink.

‘Fair enough, you do anything else other than be the only good-looking bar tender in Detroit?’ Um sir? 

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie, but yeah actually, I play the bass here and there.’

…彡☆ Jack POV  …彡☆

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie...’ Man, I haven’t even known her that long and I can’t help but want to take her out. 

‘Ah bass? That’s cool man, I play the guitar, before I moved back to Detroit I was actually in a band, believe it or not.’ Flicking my cigarette ash in the nearby ashtray, when I had an idea. I asked her for a pen and she handed me the one in her shirt pocket.

‘I certainly believe it, but anywho I can’t concentrate on your pretty face all night, I’ll serve some other customers and I’ll be back soon.’ She said winking at me, I felt my face go so warm, Sofi definitely knew I was going red, and to my misfortune, so did Bobby.

‘Woah Jackie, did the bullet knock the fairy out of you or what?!’

‘Shut up man, you probably haven’t been flirted with in the last 10 years.’

‘Sure fairy whatever you say.’

…彡☆    22:17PM     your pov

‘Okay boys we’re gonna leave now, because for some reason I got designated driver duty so come on! You too Sofi vámanos!’ Jerry yelled, dragging Sofi and Angel by the collars of their shirts, I laughed to myself as all of the brothers continued to leave in a drunken mess, the night was full of brotherly love, teasing and intense flirting between me and Jack, as he had more drinks he got more bold with how he spoke.

I was absolutely whipped, and as Jack left, he gave me a cigarette and said, 

‘Don’t light it right away.’ with a drunken but genuine smile, I responded, ‘Don’t worry Jackie I won’t, see you soon.’ and I pecked him on the cheek as I left for the room where I kept my coat to close up my shift, taking the cigarette with me.

Later in the night I was certain there was something I had forgotten to do, and then it hit me, I probably was meant to look at the cigarette or something, and then I thought, ‘Where’s the cigarette?’, and I trudged to my sofa and grabbed my coat, luckily the cig was still in my pocket.

I twizzled it in my fingers, when I saw numbers written on one side, and a note saying, ‘Call me - Jackie’ with a heart next to it on the other, that smooth motherfucker. I unravelled the cigarette, putting the nicotine in a spare pouch and attached the note to my fridge with a magnet with the intentions to call him in the morning.

…彡☆     The End!

Please let me know if you liked this, if so I might write a part 2 to it or just continue to write Jack mercer fics seeing as there just aren’t enough! Love ya x

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I am telling you now my brothers in christ, i recently watched four brothers, and lord. i am down HORRENDOUS for Jack mercer, consider me working on shit to fulfill my needs this instant

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☆She’s So High - Damon Albarn x Reader

Content: ☆Swearing  ☆Mentions of drug use + alcohol   ☆Use of the word ‘fag’ - referring to !cigarettes!  ☆Fluff

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☆1990

‘She’s so high, I want to crawl all over her.’

I smiled at the sheet of paper I found on damon’s nightstand, it was a lyric to a new song of his, and I just had a tiny feeling that it was about me. As much as I often think he hates the fact he’s dating a person like myself, he gives me good reason to believe he loves me just as much as I love him.

‘Hey love what are you do-’ Damon asked as he walked into our shared bedroom, watching me read his little song.

‘Hey,hey,hey,hey you’re not meant to see that.’

‘You sayin’ it’s about some other girl?’ I laughed as I patted a spot near me on our bed.

‘No of course not darlin’ you’re the only one for me.’ he said as he kissed me on the cheek.

‘Awh sweet, but babe, how exactly does one ‘crawl all over someone’?’

‘Watch, I’ll show you.’

He grabbed me by the waist and tossed me onto the mattress and began peppering kisses all across my face and down my neck, admittedly I’m not the most non-ticklish person ever (technically the most ticklish person ever) so my neck actually makes me die.

‘Ah Damon cut it out you’ve done enough crawling over me now, stop stop stop!’

‘No, I haven’t crawled all over yet.’

‘No piss off, not a chance, I’m not even high yet.’

‘Alright fine, have a fag then get back to me?’ 

‘You’d be lucky if I got back to you when I’m not high love.’

‘Alright fine fine let me get high with you then, I don’t wanna miss out.’ He said as he stood up from our bed and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen.

‘You’ve got long nails, can you roll?’ he asked me as he sat on the counter, struggling to roll a fag.

‘You’re such an idiot I hope you know that.’ I said as I took the baci out of his hands and rolled him a cig. (Btw baci in England is what we call nicotine 👍)

‘The idiot you decided to shag, AND the guy you said yes to dating.’ God he’s so right it’s annoying but I’m not gonna lie, I was so tired after a day of shitty office work.

‘Mhm...’

‘You alright love?’

‘Yeah no I’m. Fine?’

‘Sure?’

‘Yeah I’m just gonna, take a walk.’

‘Want me to come with? It’s cold and dark out.’

‘Fine, I’m just tired and high and I need waking up.’

‘Fine by me.’ Me and Damon grabbed our coats and headed out of our apartment building, it was cold. Really fucking cold.

But it was nice, it had been a while since me and Damon had done anything together to be honest, he was working on new songs all the time, and I was usually busy working or getting drunk in pubs with lads called Garry for Man United games.

I leant my head on Damon’s shoulder as we walked down the street, my cigarette being flicked out of my hand and stubbed out with my heel.

‘Will I ever hear the rest of that song?’

‘Maybe, but what if you don’t?’

‘Damon. I swear to fuck if I don’t get that song I’m gonna kill you.’

‘Not if the cigarettes kill you first.’

‘Right mhm yet here you are with what? In your hand?’

‘Shhh’ He shushed me as he flicked his fag on the floor and kissed me. God he’s so fit it’s insane, I could taste the cigarette ash on his lips, and I could smell it all over his body. 

‘God you need to get this bowl-cut thing you’ve got going on sorted.’

‘Oh shut up.’

☆ 1996

‘See her face, everyday, see her face, doesn’t help me.’ I sang as I cleaned my living room, not being aware my boyfriend was righht behind me. 

‘It certainly doesn’t help me I’ll say that.’

‘Oh well hello there Mr Albarn.’

‘Hello Mrs L.N.’

‘You know what this song reminds me of?’

‘Don’t.’

‘That shittt haircut.’

‘You’re so... urghhh!’

‘Whatever bowl-cut boy.’

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The End <3

This one was quite long icl, but again, feel free to leave comments and requests x I hope you enjoyed!

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Puttin’ On The Brits - Part 2☆

Puttin’ On The Brits - Part 1 <3

Content: ☆Swearing ☆Mentions of alcohol + medicine  ☆Just fluff really!

TW!: Mentions of Man City (Shittest team ever x)

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✧February 22nd 1995

‘Really? Anything that can jog your memory?’ Damon said to me with a cheeky smirk on his face, 

‘It appears not as I am far too hungover for any of your shenanigans right about now.’ I jokingly hit Damon in the arm, but I don’ half wish I was able to remember the night before, because I’d take so many paracetamols if it meant I could. 

‘Well-’

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Just as Damon was about to say something, I heard the landline ring, Damon answered it and handed it over to my half-dead self.

‘Hello? What d’you want?’ 

‘What a way to say morning to your favourite person ever.’

‘MADISON! ‘Favourite person ever seems like a push?’

‘Oh piss off you slag, how was your night last night? Don’t tell me, you shagged Damon Albarn?’

‘You what? How’d you know?’

‘Babe.. it’s all over the news, have you not went to the shop at all?’

‘What the corner one with the cashier who gives us discounts because he likes our shoes?’

‘Yes, I picked up some beer and I looked at the newspapers and that was the only thing on the covers!’ 

‘Shittin’ ‘ell!’ I yelled as I slammed my back onto my mattress, face palming myself as I fell,

‘Maddie, love, I’ll call you back, and by the way, I know who YOU shagged last night.’

‘Eh!? Umm how?’

‘I saw you sneak out from the pub with you-know-who, tell him United is better, love you bye.’ As I hung up, I got out of bed, luckily I was actually wearing something, Damon’s shirt like but still something you know what I mean? Any who, waltzed to the kitchen, Damon following behind me like a lost dog. I stood near my kitchen island, waiting for my kettle to boil.

‘What’s wrong love?’ Damon asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

‘Oh nothing it’s just the press, somehow got a picture of you and me going home together, it’s whatever though.’

‘I mean, they probably expected it.’

‘From you maybe so. Don’t think I didn’t read those little articles of yours.’

‘What if I wanted you to read them?’ He said as he looked down at me, oh my fuck he’s actually so much fitter when I’m not pissed out of my mind, I wanted to kiss him so badly, so you know what I did? 

‘Oh the kettle’s done. Let me get that before it sets the alarms off.’ Y/N, you’re a pussy, hope you know that sweetheart.

‘Oh be a love and do us a brew.’

‘My pleasure Your Highness.’

‘Why thank you, my humble servant.’

‘Oh you’re such a cock.’

‘Not what you said the other night but whatever.’ He teased as he started walking off with his cup of tea, how on Earth did the bloke who necked two pints in 30 seconds remember last night and I didn’t?

‘Hold on a second smartass.’ I got him to stop in his tracks, he turned around to look at me.

‘Whatt?’

‘What else did I say that night? Actually, I don’t wanna know, spare me the embarrassment please and thanks.’

‘I’m just messing, I don’t remember fuck all to be honest with you, only thing I halfway remember is coming back here,’

‘So neither of us remember last night even though it’s evident we shagged?’ I let out a laugh, and took a sip of my tea looking at today’s paper that I found in the letterbox. 

‘Really? Did we? No I’m joking, that I know we did.’ He said, placing a kiss on my neck and leaving for the sitting room right after. I swear my face felt hotter than the tea. Now it was my turn to follow him around like a lost dog. He was sat down on the sofa, it was like he lived there.

‘Oi open your legs.’ I said to him, gently tapping his knee.

‘Wow so no, ‘My name is’? No, ‘How are you tonight’?’ He asked jokingly, as he moved his legs apart to make room for me to lie in-between.

‘Pretty much, you’re just a normal bird to me now.’

‘Reallyyyy now?’

‘Yep.’

‘Well are you sure you just want me to be a normal bird?’

‘What you saying? That we should date or something?’

‘I mean, not the world’s worst idea is it?’ He suggested as he messed about with my hair, hundred percent NOT the world’s worst idea.

‘I mean, I’m not opposed to it’

‘I’ll take that as a yes then’ He said as he kissed my forehead, I’M ACTUALLY HIS GIRLFRIEND WTF WTF

‘Damon Albarn’s girlfriend, I like that you know?’

‘It suits you.’

- A few hours later -

It’s been atleast three hours since I said yes to dating Damon, and we’re still on the sofa, watching back to the future at least four times.

‘What footy’s on today?’ I asked as I nicked the clicker from him. (If you don’t know what a clicker is, use your head you silly bitch x)

‘United versus Norwich City, like what bullshit is that? I wanna see a Chelsea match, they’re the best!’

‘Mate what bullshit is that? United are milesss better than Chelsea!’

‘Um no? Are you still drunk?’

‘Um no? Are you? Because who was second on the table?’

...

‘united.’

‘AND who’s fifteenth?’

‘Chelsea. But! You know which team’s shitter?’

‘Which one?’

‘City.’

‘Fucking right.’

United won that game 2-0 just saying x

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The end <3 I hope you enjoyed my first ‘mini-fic’ on tumblr! Please leave comments or requests below x 

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☆  Puttin’ On The Brits       Part 2 

☆ She’s So High  

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Putting On The Brits - Damon Albarn x !FemReader

(Damon is literally so shagable)

☆ content warning - Swearing, alcohol

- 1995 - 

‘For fuck’s sake Maddie! Where has your skanky ass put my hair rollers!?’ 

You yelled to your best mate as you frantically searched across your room for your favourite pair of heated rollers. 

‘If you could actually go a day with remembering the shit I tell you, you’d know that I asked you for them!’

She yelled from her room, suddenly you’re able to recollect the memory of her asking for them only mere hours ago. 

Shit, was the only thing you could think to yourself, having planned almost every aspect of your outfit except from your hair, you only really had time to put them in rollers. Then, Maddie walks into your room, plants the rollers onto your desk and sticks the V up to you on the way out. 

‘Cheers! Love youu!!’ I said to her on her way out, she had enough of my memory (lack of) for today, but that was besides the point, today was one of the biggest events of my life. The Brit Awards were being held tonight and me, being a highly paid model, was somehow invited. 

I knew I had to impress. Not only to show I deserved to be there, but to catch the eye of all the fit lads there ;).  Especially, the singer of my favourite britpop band, Mr Damon Albarn, because my god was he the most yummiest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I wanted him baaad and from recent articles in the news, it appeared that he wanted me too.

- Time skip bc I’m lazy x -

As me and Maddie left my car, all I could see were the plethora of cameras flashing at me and my beautiful black, strapless dress that complemented my figure perfectly, along with my black, red-bottomed heels, matched with a Vivienne Westwood clutch purse. I looked fucking fit. 

Me and Madison sat a few seats away from Blur’s table, much to Maddie’s dismay. 

‘No piss off y/n, you absolute pillock, I wanna sit near Oasis.’

‘Fuck off you old mare, we’re sitting next to Blur, not those grubby Man City supporters.’

‘Fair enough, they’re choice for footy teams is a sack of shite.’

‘Exactly.’

‘But be honest, is Chelsea any better?’

‘Yes, it’s not City?’

‘True, Blur it is, but don’t expect me to stay there.’

‘Alright babe.’

  As me and Mads finally agreed on where to sit, my eyes immediately found Damon in the many tables of people in the building, ‘kin hell he  is gorg, I thought to myself, it was true, he was really pretty, weird way to describe a bloke but I wasn’t wrong was I?. 

‘Y/N love, be a dear and get us a cider.’

‘Cider? I see my Herefordian influence has gotten to you’ 

(Big up the cow town ☆)

‘Indeed it has, as much as I hate to admit it, it has. Now gowan get us a drink, I ain’t gonna be able to go up to LG any other way.’

‘Alright alright, alcoholic much?’

I made my way up to the in-building bar, asked for a cider for Maddie, and a pint for myself, and sat on the surprisingly nice barstool as I waited for the drinks.

‘Didn’t expect to see you here.’

I turned to my left to see Damon. Fucking. Albarn.

‘Trust me I didn’t see myself being here.’ 

I said in reply, he let out a small laugh at my pessimism. Oh my god, oh my god, I made Damon laugh.

‘Not one for socialising?’

‘Not a chance if there ain’t a bar near by, especially if it means I have to talk to fancy private school pretty-boys like yourself’

As I said that to Dames, my drinks came, so I placed them on the bar and took a swig of my beer. 

‘Right, does that mean you didn’t go to anywhere fancy?’

‘Not a fucking chance mate, you think a Hereford girl like me could go to anywhere like Cambridge?’

‘Where’s that?’ he laughed, a palm hit my head,

‘My point, just some cow town in the West Midlands, pretty shitty council estates, but I must admit, banging cider.’ 

‘Oh well fair enough then, but back to your point about pretty-boys like myself, you reckon I’m pretty do you?’

Damon asked as he leant in a bit closer to my face, god the tension was highh, luckily my saviour Chris Evans was about the announce the Best British Album award, thank fuck.

- Another time skip lols -  

After a while, Blur had earned 4 awards at the end of the night, and fair enough, their music was really fucking good. A big group of us decided to celebrate with a couple of bands at a nearby pub, and when I had brought what was meant to be mine and Maddie’s drinks back from the bar, she wasn’t at our table, instead she was with the Manchester lads, clearly having fun so I didn’t want to be a cockblocker. I just ordered more drinks and sat by myself as a few familiar faces came and sat at my table.

‘Funny seeing you lot at my table.’

‘Yeah we saw you sat alone and a certain someone had the great idea of joining you.’ Alex mentioned as he nudged Damon with his elbow.

‘Piss off Alex, anyways, impressed to see your favourite band win not two but four Brits?’ Damon asked proudly, winking at me. I already felt my face go hot at the sight of him oh my days. 

‘Contrary to popular belief, you guys aren’t my faves, favourite britpop band? Yes. Favourite band? Not a chance my love.’

Don’t know where I got the confidence to call him ‘my love’ but it seemed to have an effect on him considering he went red in the face before taking a sip of his drink.

‘Really now? Who is then?’ Dave asked me, clearly invested in my answer.

‘Drum roll please Alex and Gray.’

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‘My favourite band is actually between Metallica and Black Sabbath to be honest with youse.’ (Change it if you want babes x)

‘Metal bands? Wouldn’t expect that from a lady like yourself.’

‘Well Damon, I’m a woman of many mysteries.’

‘Really now? I’d like to find out some other secrets of yours.’

‘Right you two seem to be in your own little world there so we’ll take our leave, well in Dame.’ Alex said to us as the rest of the band walked off. Leaving me and Damon alone for the rest of the night...bad decision ultimately.

- Time skip to the Next Day - 

‘Oh my God, my head actually kills.’ I said to myself, well, to what I assumed was myself.

‘Well that makes two of us.’ to my surprise, a shirtless Damon was in the middle my room.

‘Come again? Now I admit I drank a fair bit but what the fuck?’

‘Trust me, I remember just as little as you do love.’

‘Well, when I put two and two together, I kind of regret not being able to remember.’

‘Really? Anything that can jog your memory?’

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The End LOL I’ll probably do a part two if a gal can be bothered x

Part 2 (Coming soon)