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[biblical-chronicles]

The Masterplan pt. 2

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where Noel makes sure you end up as his.

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

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The next day Noel scheduled Liam to swing by for some loose-end business about four hours after you were meant to leave. That gave him plenty of time to enjoy his daily check-in with you and make sure you wouldn't cross paths with his brother.

He approached your studio, already anticipating the sound of your voice. It was becoming a comforting fixture in his day—something he’d never admit to you, of course. But as he drew closer, he heard something that instantly put him on edge: laughter. Yours, unmistakably, followed by a second voice—deep, familiar, and carefree.

Noel froze in the hallway, his mind racing. Liam. It had to be Liam. But what the hell was he doing here so early? His jaw tightened as he glanced up and down the corridor, ensuring no one was around to witness whatever was about to happen. Then, he leaned slightly toward your door, trying to see something—anything—through the keyhole.

Nothing. The angle was all wrong, and he cursed under his breath, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Fine. If he couldn’t spy, he’d have to go in. Straightening his posture, he knocked sharply on the door and waited.

You opened it, your face lighting up with a smile when you saw him. “Oh, hi, Noel! Didn’t expect you just yet.”

From inside the room, Liam’s voice rang out: “Oh, is that my little sad case of a brother? Thought I smelled bitterness in the air!”

Noel’s eye twitched, but he plastered on a tight-lipped smirk. He leaned casually against the doorframe, ignoring Liam’s jab. “Liam,” he said evenly, “weren’t you supposed to be here in, oh, I don’t know in around four hours or so?”

Liam appeared behind you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. “Yeah, well, thought I’d do you a favour, didn’t I? Could’ve flaked altogether, but here I am, blessin’ you with me presence earlier so I can devote the rest of me evening to the boozer.”

He then turned his attention to you, his eyes raking you up and down with a grin that Noel wanted to smack clean off his face. “If you told me you’ve got such fit birds hangin’ around here, I’d’ve been stoppin’ by way earlier.”

You laughed, caught off guard by Liam’s comment. “Well, I guess it’s good you decided to come in today, then.” you replied, amused.

Noel’s stomach twisted at the sound of your laughter. He forced himself to keep his composure, though his fingers curled into a fist at his side. “Right,” he said curtly, stepping further into the room. “Liam, if you don’t mind, let’s take this conversation elsewhere, yeah? Got a couple things to go over before you... bless the pub with your presence.”

Liam smirked knowingly, clearly aware of the tension he was stirring. “Oh, alright then. Don’t wanna keep you waiting, do I? Catch ya later, love.” he added, throwing a wink in your direction as he followed Noel out of the room.

The moment the door closed behind them, Noel grabbed Liam by the arm and steered him down the hallway toward his own studio. His grip was firm, borderline aggressive, but Liam just chuckled, letting himself be dragged along.

Once inside Noel’s studio, Noel shut the door with a sharp click and rounded on Liam. “What the fuck are you playin’ at?” he hissed, his voice low but dangerously pointed.

“What d’you mean?” Liam asked, feigning innocence as he flopped onto the couch. “Just tryin’ to make conversation, mate.”

“Conversation?” Noel repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. “You stroll in hours early, start chattin’ up me—” He stopped himself, realizing the trap he’d almost fallen into. “Me studio mate, and you think that’s just fine, yeah?”

Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, so she’s ‘yours’ now, is she? Didn’t know we were callin’ dibs these days.”

Noel rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “She’s not ‘mine.’ Just don’t want you scarin’ her off with your bollocks, alright?”

“Scarin’ her off?” Liam laughed. “She seemed fine to me. Actually, she seemed to be enjoyin’ herself.”

“Yeah, well, don’t push your luck,” Noel snapped. “I’ve got a rhythm goin’ here, and I don’t need you fuckin’ it up.”

Liam leaned back, folding his arms behind his head with a shit-eating grin. “Ah, so that’s what this is. You’re sweet on her. Poor lass. Hasn’t got a clue what she’s gettin’ into, does she?”

Noel shot him a glare. “Don’t you have a pub to get to?”

Liam chuckled, standing up and heading toward the door. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you to your... rhythm. But Noel,” he added, pausing with a smirk, “if you’re plannin’ to make a move, you’d better hurry up, hate to see you get outplayed.”

With that, he sauntered off, leaving Noel standing there, fuming. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Noel just sat in his studio after Liam’s earlier theatrics, thoughts running through his head. It wasn’t just irritation gnawing at him—it was urgency. Liam had thrown him off his game, and for the first time since he’d set his plan into motion, Noel felt an itch of doubt. What if you started fancying his brother? Liam had charm, sure, but it was the loud, reckless kind. People fell for it all the time. Noel couldn’t let that happen.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t just claim you outright—too obvious. You weren’t there yet, not with him. But Liam’s actions had planted a seed of paranoia. Noel smirked bitterly to himself but after a while a new idea blossomed in his mind.

When lunch hour rolled around, he slipped out of his studio and headed toward the lounge. He made a show of brewing himself a tea, the mundane act giving him a sense of control as he waited. Sure enough, your manager wandered in a few minutes later, his predictable routine making him easy to catch.

“Alright, Noel.” your manager greeted, moving toward the kettle.

“Alright.” Noel replied, giving a polite nod. He sipped his brew, watching the man out of the corner of his eye.

As expected, your manager didn’t take long to bring up the one topic Noel had anticipated. “You know, I’ve been pushing her a bit harder like you said,” he said, stirring sugar into his cup. “She’s getting more publicity now—good buzz around her gigs, even a few mentions in the papers.”

Noel nodded, feigning casual approval. “Told you, mate. She’s got summat special. People just need to see it.”

Your manager sighed, leaning against the counter. “Yeah, but she still needs that... push, y’know? Something to really catch fire. She’s not exactly front page material yet.”

Noel’s grip on his mug tightened. That was exactly what he needed to hear. He kept his expression neutral, though his mind was already racing. This was the moment he’d been waiting for.

“Sometimes it’s not about talent, is it?” Noel said, his tone deliberate. “It’s about the story. People love a story. Might be worth thinkin’ about how you can sell that angle.”

Your manager nodded thoughtfully, clearly mulling it over. “You’re not wrong. She’s got the talent and looks, no doubt, but yeah, maybe we need to package it better. Thanks, Noel. Always good to get your perspective.”

“Anytime,” Noel said with a small smile. “Good luck with it, yeah?”

Your manager gave him a wave and left the lounge. Noel finished his tea, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

Back in his studio, he settled in to wait. Hours ticked by, but Noel didn’t mind.

When he heard a soft knock on his door, followed by your familiar voice calling his name, he already knew. He stood and opened it to find you standing there, your eyes glassy and rimmed red.

“Hey,” you said softly, and before he could even ask what was wrong, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

For a moment, Noel froze, caught off guard by the sudden contact. Then he softened, his arms coming up to hold you close. “What’s all this about?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your expression crumpling. “It’s stupid,” you said, shaking your head. “I didn’t know where else to go, and you’ve been so helpful already, and—god, I’m sorry for dumping this on you.”

“Hey, don’t be daft,” Noel said, his tone firm but gentle. He guided you to the small couch in his studio, sitting down beside you. “Tell me what’s goin’ on.”

You took a shaky breath, your hands fiddling with the hem of your jumper. “It’s me manager. He’s been pushing me harder, which I get—I really do—but now he’s talking about needing some kind of... big moment to make me stand out. Summat headline worthy.”

Noel tilted his head, a concerned frown on his face. “That’s a lot to put on you.”

You nodded, your voice cracking as you continued. “I just feel so... lost. I don’t know what he expects me to do. I’m an artist, not some circus act.”

He reached out, covering your fidgeting hands with his own. “You’re right, it’s bollocks,” he said earnestly. “But you’ll figure it out. You’re too good not to.”

You managed a small smile through your tears. “Thanks, Noel. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said, his voice low as he gave your hands a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve got people in your corner. You’ve got me.”

You blinked at him, surprised, but the warmth in his gaze eased the knot in your chest. “Thanks.” you murmured again, leaning into him for comfort.

As you nestled in Noel’s arms, the tears slowed, his calm demeanor grounding you in a way that surprised you. He hadn’t let go, and truth be told, you didn’t want him to. His hands were steady on your back, his voice low and soothing as he murmured reassurances.

Noel was silently elated, his mind reeling at the feeling of having you this close. The faint scent of your shampoo, the way your body relaxed slightly against his—it was intoxicating.

“You know,” he began, his tone casual. “I might have an idea for those headlines they’re after.”

You shifted slightly in his arms to look up at him, your brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

He hesitated, a flicker of nerves passing through him. He had to play this just right. “How about... a PR stunt relationship? That sort of thing always grabs attention.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you didn’t respond, just staring at him. Noel’s heart skipped a beat. Shit. Too soon. Too bloody much. But before he could backpedal, you spoke.

“Actually... that could work,” you said slowly, your voice thoughtful. “But the thing is, I wouldn’t even know who to ask. And I’d hate to fake a relationship with someone I don’t like as a person.”

Noel felt a wave of relief, he couldn’t have scripted this better if he’d tried. He shrugged, keeping his tone easy and nonchalant despite the hammering in his chest.

“Well,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips, “I’m not a stranger, am I? And you don’t seem to hate me.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, and you laughed, the sound light and incredulous. “No way,” you said, shaking your head. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” he countered, leaning back slightly to meet your gaze. “I’ve already got the name recognition. It’d be easy for the press to spin. And we get on, don’t we?”

You studied him for a moment, searching his face. His expression was sincere. “I mean... you’re not wrong,” you admitted, though you still sounded unsure.

Noel took your hesitation as his cue to lean in, sealing the deal. “It doesn’t have to be a big thing. Just enough to get people talking. Besides,” he added, his voice dipping to a softer, almost conspiratorial tone, “I’d make sure it’s easy for you. No strangers. No awkward bollocks. Just us.”

The simplicity of it made sense, and before you could overthink it, you found yourself nodding. “Alright,” you said, almost in disbelief. “But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal.” Noel said quickly, his lips curving into a triumphant smile. When you leaned in and hugged him tightly again, he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

As the two of you left the studio together, the air between you felt lighter. Noel’s hand brushed yours, and he hesitated for a moment before boldly reaching out to take it. You glanced at him, eyebrows raised, but you didn’t pull away.

The streets were quiet, the golden hour light painting everything in a soft glow. Neither of you spoke much, but the silence was comfortable. That was, until a stray reporter appeared around the corner, camera in hand.

Noel tensed slightly, his grip on your hand tightening instinctively. “Well, there’s your first headline,” he muttered under his breath.

But to his shock, you stopped walking, turned to him, and—without warning—leaned in to kiss him.

Noel’s brain short-circuited. For a moment, he was frozen, too stunned to move. But the second he felt the warmth of your lips on his, his hands found their place on your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back. His heart pounded so hard it was a wonder you couldn’t hear it.

When you pulled back, a little breathless but grinning, you looked at him like nothing had just happened. “There. Now it’s more convincing.”

Noel couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his face. “You’re bloody brilliant, you are,” he said, still slightly dazed.

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oh things are gettin' more interesting you lot, still I'd be more than keen on gettin' manipulated by Noel

hope you liked it, and tomorrow I promise I'll be posting earlier xx

love ya !!

pt. 3 here x

[leaawrites]

for liam: maybe you’re like part of an american band and he’s slagged you off but you all meet in person and he’s like i was so wrong

Wrong about it

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, he was wrong about her since the beginning

Warnings: angst, fluff, Liam being Liam (stupid)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Masterlist

The people were wild, cheering and clapping and singing. Watching the man standing above them, singing down to them as if they were equals even when neither of those two parties felt equal to the other. One just had a breakout number 1 album while the other made it possible for them to have a breakout number 1 album.

But they both enjoyed themselves just as much while standing in the dreary English weather.

She stood behind the stage, watching him with such as much admiration as a fan girl watched his face in a magazine, though the words she read said by him only a few days earlier still left a bitter taste on her tongue.

Kicking invisible stones under her feet, the words came back in her mind like memories she relived with a haunting undertone while trying to fall asleep. ‘Them, those Americans, they don’t know shite ‘bout music. Must be deaf all of ‘em if they listen to that screeching voice, eh? Rock’n’roll ‘s lost, man. All people listen to nowadays are fucking stuck-up rich singers with a shite voice in some shite pop band.’

He could’ve talked about anyone, sure, there was no proof that he meant specifically her and her band, only that the next question was: ‘And what about ‘Lunar Valleys’? They’re playing this week, are you gonna see their show?’

‘Nah, not those. Gonna go take a big shit while they play. Couldn’t care less.’

But now she was standing on stage, laughing nervously at the expectant eyes on her. Playing a few chords to keep her fingers entertained and to keep them from trembling. This was new. They’ve played a couple sold out shows already, but she barely ever saw the people then. Now, she could see them all staring at her. Depending on her for their own enjoyment.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, desperately trying to find a familiar face that she could hold on to. Looking behind herself she saw the rest of the band ready to play before nodding to their drummer to start counting them in, and then, it all faded. The thousands of unfamiliar faces turned into blurs of colour. Music made it all easier to comprehend. Friends made it easier to pull through.

Day turned into night and soon enough she found herself sprawled out on one of the fields, enjoying the peace and near music coming from the main stage. Quietly humming the tune that was playing and not focusing on more than the stars and moon above her. She enjoyed the partying, the life she was living in the eyes of others, no questions asked, but sometimes it was more fulfilling to simply exist without any other input.

Over time, every now and then, footsteps would appear somewhere, bodies stumbling together into the night. Drunk giggles echoing through the silence. Though they never stayed for long or were so near like his now.

“What ya doin’ all alone, love?” Liam Gallagher fell down in the place beside her. Laying down and watching the sky with her.

“Enjoying my peace alone,” she answered, trying to make him get the hint to disappear.

The only thing he got though was how sweet her voice sounded when it wasn’t shaking like it did when she stood on stage. She was calmer now, slightly fed up by his presence and not quite sure how to take the smirk that now graced his face.

“Mind me joining ya?” Turning his head towards her, he only stared at her profile instead of her eyes like he’d done a few hours ago.

“Yes.”

“Ouch. Mean,” he said in a childish voice but stayed where he was. Not averting his eyes from her in fear of losing the chance of catching her gaze at him. Though all he had to lose was her rolling her eyes at his behavior.

“Well, that’s life,” she said. “Not everybody likes you.”

“What've I got to do with tha’?” he asked, offended. Sitting up and repeatedly kicking her leg until she finally looked at him.

“You just absolutely slagged me off in front of everyone for no reason,” she answered finally, slapping his shoulder to make him stop kicking her. “Now, go and show your made up interest to some other desperate girl. I’m not falling for it anymore, Liam.”

He knew it was stupid the moment he walked out of her hotel room that morning three months ago. After attending one of her shows in London he couldn’t help himself anymore after seeing her standing in front of him, flesh and blood. And when his words betrayed him for the worse, his usual tactic of promising too much to make it reality took over.

Whispering sweet nothings into her ear backstage at her own show, telling her how sweet her voice sounded and how he felt like she was only singing for him as he watched her. Offering to take her back to the hotel to make sure she got there safely and telling her about a vacation to France he wanted to go on with her.

All to which she could only envision memories they’d never make.

The only memory she got was waking up in a cold and empty bed with no avail to contact him again, a few good songs and him saying the exact opposite to the world of what he told her in secret.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he whispered, watching the muscles on her back tense as she swallowed a sob.

“I know,” she said, standing up. “You never truly mean anything you say.” Ready to walk away.

“I didn’t mean what I said in the interview,” he clarified, “but I meant what I told ya.”

“Liam, stop playing. Please,” her voice was shaking again, like it had done on stage earlier.

“I’m not playin’.” He stood up too, walking up behind her. “I was so unsure of what I would say the moment you’d wake up that I just ran away.” Leaving a gentle kiss on her shoulder, he made a tear roll down her face. “I never meant to run from you.”

Together with his words she let herself fall into his chest, tears running down her face like rivers. His arms engulfing her like the earth did to control the water. His lips drying out the tears on her face like the sun. Leaving mumbled

“I was wrong about ya,” he said between kisses. “You’ve got the sweetest voice to ever exist. I never wanna have to turn the radio off because it hurts too much to hear you. You sing too pretty for that. You’re too pretty to be hurt by me.”

Slowly, with the minutes passing, her ear pressed against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, she calmed down. Breathing with him.

“You’re such an asshole, Liam Gallagher,” she said, turning to him as they both sat on the grass again.

“I know.”

Leaning her forehead against his, she breathed in the scent of cigarettes lingering around him. His fingers playing with the fabric of her shirt as he held her close.

“I was stoned while I said that ‘bout you, never meant a word of what I said,” he said, trying to get himself out of that narrative.

“Sure,” she mused, playing with the collar of his shirt and feeling him leaning closer into her touch. Closer to her lips once more. “And now? Are you stoned too?”

“No, just high on love,” he answered, waiting for the moment the words hit her brain and caught her off guard before he leaned in once more. Capturing their lips in a slower kiss. One with more feelings than lust. It was filled with passion and the wonder of where this might go in the future.

They both wanted it to go far.

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[valkierrie]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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Warning(s): Swearing, (Damon Smut).

Plot: After a small outburst, Damon reassures Y/N of her place in their relationship.

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Hope that the person who requested this enjoys it. I do apologise for the infrequent uploads. I have so many missing assignments, and my lack of proper time management makes it harder to keep up. Anyways, here the story.

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Being able to say that I was going out with Damon Albarn should have been something that brought me nothing but pure and utter joy, which to a large extent it did. With me, Damon wasn’t just Damon Albarn, lead singer of Blur; He was just Damon, the man who bought me flowers without being asked, stayed up late alongside me when I got sick, and a godsend in the bedroom. 

The ‘issues’ concerning our relationship had very little to do with him, he was basically as close to perfect as one could get.  

The ‘issue’ was that I couldn’t measure up. Financially and in other aspects. My job was as mundane as it could get, an assistant to a shitty boss who gave me more work than I got paid for. I didn’t want to rely on Damon for everything. Sure, he didn’t mind, but that didn’t stop the nagging feeling that I didn’t deserve it. I felt like a gold digger, but without all the looks to go with it.  

Damon had the likeness that resembled that of a Greek God. It wasn’t an exaggeration. With his short and unruly, light brown hair; and his electric yet, calming cobalt blue eyes, as soon as he gave you that irresistible smile, just know you were done for. His fans agreed, specifically his female fanbase. I held nothing against them. I was one of them before Damon and I started dating. They were made up of various women, each from different classes and different levels fame and appearance. I remember reading something the other day on some tabloid magazine about Kate Moss saying that she really liked Parklife. The Kate Moss. I knew it was harmless, but knowing that women like Kate Moss, her along with Noami Campbell, the absolute epitome of beauty, knowing that they were around that range of celebrities Damon could easily get access and get a hold of made me feel uneasy. 

It wasn’t helped by the fact that Damon and I were spending less and less time together. The amount was decreasing exponentially. With Blur on the constant rise, it was expected that Damon’d be spending more time with the lads in the studio. What I hadn’t anticipated was that the only time we’d see each other would be when we kissed before bed.  

It was constant, routine. I felt it lacked the feelings it did in the beginning. It felt more like some odd procedure in a dystopian book. It didn’t feel like we wanted to do it, it felt like we had to. 

Tonight was no different. Damon had come back to the flat after a long day of rehearsals. I had gotten back a while back, my boss had gone on early holiday, allowing to me to finally cut back on the unpaid overtime. I sat on our shared bed, my back on the headboard, an opened book in hand. Damon walked in the bedroom, his hair still wet from the shower he’d just taken; he didn’t bother fetching a shirt before pulling up the duvet and going under it. His face inched close to mine, the repetitive and humdrum step process in progress. I placed a finger over his lips, intercepting any and all attempts for his lips to reach mine.  

Damon’s eyes shot up, startled by the interruption. “What’s wrong?” 

I closed the book, placing it on the nightstand on my side of the bed, before turning fully to face Damon. “Aren’t you tired of this?” 

Damon cocked slightly askew; a brow rose. “Tired of what?” 

I sighed; I shouldn’t have been surprised. I wanted to be annoyed at him for not comprehending straight away, but the cryptic language wasn’t really much help. “This.” I gestured vaguely between the two of us, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every night’s the same. I come home from work, you come back from the studio and all we do is kiss then sleep.” 

Damon sat up straighter. 

“I mean—I don’t even remember the last time we had dinner together, let alone a proper conversation; do you, Damon?” 

Damon turned his head, the words hitting him as he tried his hardest to think a time. There was a brief intermission before a finally spoke, saying on a succinct, “No.” 

“Damon, I’m spent.” I spoke slowly, heaving. “I wanna spend time with you.” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way, I’m sorry, love.” Damon placed both his hands on my cheeks, his soft, yet calloused thumbs, stroked my face gently.  

I felt a bit bad when he apologised, it wasn’t his fault.  

“Tell you what,” Damon’s fingers at the back of my hair gently played with my lower scalp. “I have rehearsals tomorrow—” 

I made a face at that.  

“—but,” he continued. “I think the band can manage one day without me.” 

A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it.  

“How about we go out for dinner tomorrow evening, uh?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Great,” Damon grinned, “now, can I please kiss you?” 

I giggled, pulling Damon close until out lips locked. It felt great. I didn’t feel that sense of nothingness, instead, it felt pleasing, satisfying. 

The next day, work had gone by rather quickly, the excitement and eagerness were simply too much. By the time I got home, it was already a quatre past seven. Damon was sat in the living room, smoking beside the opened window in the living room. He placed a small kiss on my forehead before allowing me to get ready. I changed out of my work attire, opting to take a swift shower. 

When I zipped up the short black dress I chose, the third one I chose for the evening, standing in front of the restroom mirror, I could see my reflection glancing back at me. I felt disgusted, I did. I probed at my sides and curves, pinching my dress from the back, as if that would magically do something to pacify the thoughts racing through my head. The dress already clung to my body, pulling it added to an almost inability to breath. I wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and leave the restroom, but I couldn’t. When my hand reached for the knob, an almost instant feeling, almost like going into shock. My chest felt tight and my heart was racing, and the moisture growing on the palms my hand would be sure not to give me a very good grip. 

My eyes landed on a paper cover of a magazine laying haphazardly on the counter, likely left by Damon. The cover immediately caught my eye, it was a cover of her. Kate Moss. She looked as confident as ever, her attire as striking as her appearance. It didn’t even look like she was trying, she just looked so beautiful. So unlike me.  

I felt repulsed, the way Kate’s beauty stared back at me, like it was taunting me the way the magazine stared back at me. I didn’t look good and I didn’t feel good; I couldn’t leave the fuckin’ bathroom, my chest honestly felt like it was about to explode and I felt like barfing. Like it was at the end of my throat, ready to come out. This felt stupid. Something so simple, yet I couldn’t do it. 

Three knocks outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Y/N, you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.” 

My body jumped slightly, startled. I took a deep breath, wiping the long, thin watery line that I hadn’t realised had fallen from my eyes before opening the door. “I’m fine, Damon.” My voice sounded far from convincing, a bit strained. It would have taken a really big idiot to believe what I had said. I gave him the best smile I could pull. 

Damon took one look at my face, one, a look of suspect on his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.  

“Nothing.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Nothing’s wrong, Damon.” My voice unintentionally raised slightly.  

To me, it was nothing; To Damon, it was a tall tale sign that something was amiss. “Y/N, I know you.” He took one of his hands in mine. “I know when something’s bothering you, and I told you that you can always talk to me when something’s up. Now, what’s wrong?” 

My gaze fell to the floor. “I don’t think I wanna go to dinner anymore.” 

I didn’t need to look up at Damon to know the Englishman's brows were furrowed, a sign of his obvious confusion. “What’d you mean?” 

I sighed, my eyes briefly met his. I gave the mirror a look before turning back to Damon. “I’m not hungry.” 

“There it is again, you’re lying.” 

“Honestly, Damon, does it matter? I don’t want to go.” I tried to make my tone sound indifferent, but it wasn’t working. If I couldn’t convince myself, there was no way in hell Damon believed me. 

“It does matter. You were looking forward to this, and now all the sudden you don’t wanna go? Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” I spoke, in a hushed tone, almost like a whisper. “Look at you, then look at me.” 

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” Damon blinked; cluelessness plastered on his face. 

“Damon, you’re beautiful, the 20th century’s Adonis.” My voice trembled, and my speech faltered. “I can’t be your Aphrodite. I’m not beautiful like—” My eyes fell back to the magazine on the counter. “—like her.” 

Damon’s eyes followed my gaze and he saw the magazine. With a long sigh, he picked it up, examining it before throwing it back on the counter. “That was what was bothering you?” 

My silence and inability to answer his question must have spoken volumes to him.  

Damon turned my body to face the mirror. His hand propping my chin up to make direct eye contact with him in the mirror. “You know what I see when I see this face every day?” He inquired; thought I could tell it was meant to be a rhetorical question.  

“I see the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” He spoke lowly, his voice husky. His was mouth directly beside my ear. “You have never and will never be ‘not beautiful.’” 

His ocean blue eyes stared directly at my eyes through our reflection. “You have no idea, do? How incredible you are.” 

I felt my heat rising to my face, I could see it in the reflection turning red. I stared at his face, trying to catch a semblance of doubt. All I saw was Damon—my Damon. The patient, loving, and sincere man I fell for. 

“Let’s not go anywhere right now, let me show you just how perfect you are—just you and me.” Damon gently pushed me forward, placing my hands on the counter. His hand went on my thigh, slowly rising up, slowly pushing and bunching my dress up. I knew where this was going. 

“Damon, I —” 

“Shhh...” He pressed slow, sensual, wet kisses along my shoulder, pushing my hair aside to get a better angle.  

I hummed in pleasure. When Damon had the dress bunched above my hip, his lips found my ear again. “Let me show you how much I really love you.” 

His hand tugged at the hem of my underwear. “You want me to do that?” 

I bit my lower lip, nodding.  

Damon didn’t need to be told again. His hand went past the waist band and teased the side of my thigh before finding my core. An unintentional moan was released from my mouth when Damon teased my entrance.  

“You like that, uh?” Damon smirked. His hand stroked my folds, releasing more moans from me. When his finger found my clit, it was game over.  

“Damon —oh —” The pleasure was simply too much.  

Then he inserted a finger. I couldn’t think straight. I saw white, it wasn’t the type of white you saw when you were dying, it was the kind you saw when you were being absolutely fucked out of your mind. When his second finger went in, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Especially because he kept hitting that spot. 

“So tight...” Damon, using his other hand, turned my head, giving me a sloppy, wet, kiss. 

I tried my best effort to kiss him with as much strength as I could muster, but the thrusts of Damon’s fingers made it impossible. I felt myself clench around his fingers, my legs shaking sporadically. I was going to collapse. Damon moved his hand from my face and held me up with his free arm, wrapping it around me to keep me in place. With a final few strings of moans, my head tilted back, the feeling I'd been anticipating finally overcoming my body. My sounds filled the bathroom. When my body finally relaxed, I did my best to catch my breath. Damon kissed my cheek, he turned my around, placing both hands on my shoulders. 

“I don’t ever wanna hear you say that you’re anything but beautiful, you hear me?” His voice was stern, serious, with a gentle edge. 

“Yeah,” I laughed softly, “Gosh, I look like a mess, don’t I?” 

Damon grinned mischievously, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re no model...but I reckon I’ll live.” 

I playful shoved his shoulder, a smile playing at my lips. 

Damon pressing a long kiss on my lips. It was full of passion; I felt my feelings being express through the kiss. I knew Damon felt the same way. His hands rested on my waist, while mine tried to pull him closer by the shirt. There was practically no more space between us, but that didn’t stop me from pulling him like there was. Then I felt it. It felt like a poke, something from Damon’s lower torso was poking at my thigh. I broke the kiss briefly, my eyes trailing low. Damon’s boner was in full view, protruding from his jeans. That was when I was certain we weren’t going to dinner that evening. 

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🌆 fic friday;

“you were in my dream”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

The weekend had slipped away from us and we were clawing onto the last few hours of Sunday, Damon on his side and me on my stomach on his carpeted floor. I couldn’t believe it was only a few months ago that we first met, through our mutual friend Graham. Some time ago he had slipped out of the equation though, and now I spent entire weekends at Damon’s place without batting an eye. It was like I was caught up in a constant buzz that wouldn’t wear off.

“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing my finger at the tattoo on his forearm. It resembled a leaf of clover.

“I don’t know. Nothing really.”

“Aren’t things more meaningful if they… mean something?” I laughed and Damon chuckled along, nodding.

“Generally, yeah.”

“You know what I mean!” I laughed tiredly and flipped onto my back, laying my cheek against the rough carpet to keep my gaze on him. “Aren’t things nicer or.. less perishable, when they mean something?”

Damon waited for a beat, thinking. He always took his time when pondering something and felt no stress or embarrassment about putting the conversation on hold. I envied that.

“What does this mean?” he asked poignantly a moment later. His hand waved softly in the air between us where we layed in the warm evening sun on his floor. My body stiffened and heart rate picked up. A million words flooded my mind and I peered through them to blink back at him. At last I laughed weakly and looked away, up at the ceiling.

”That’s a good question.”

We stayed quiet for a few moments as I anxiously counted the squares in the ceiling.

“You were in my dream last night,” he revealed and my eyes darted back at him. He had long, soft shadows on his face from the sinking sun.

“What were we doing?”

A smile came upon Damon’s lips but he bit down on it and his cheeks gained some colour.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.”

“Shut up,” I laughed nervously and our voices faded. My gaze trailed away again and we laid under the heavy silence for a moment, him replaying his dream and me trying to picture it. Many visuals were crowding my mind.

“We were lying down like now.”

I smiled with two hot cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue describing what we both were thinking.

“But you were…”

I looked back at him again as he propped his head up to lay it in his palm, blinking down at me.

“I was?”

“…A lot closer.”

My muscles were still tense but I managed to scoot an arm’s length closer to him, placing my pounding heart just inches from his.

“Like this?” I mumbled. Our smiles had faded and the sun had nearly set now, casting its last orange rays across our bodies. Damon shook his head softly.

“Not quite.”

Moving purely out of instinct, I pushed myself off the floor and carefully swung a leg across his hips, pinning him to the floor on his back. Damon flashed a slanted smile again and trailed his eyes down my body slowly. When they came back up to meet mine again, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took a risk and bent down, hurriedly pressing my lips against his before I might’ve lost the courage. He was quick to respond and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist instantly.

“Now, this feels more like the dream,” Damon mumbled into our kiss with a deep smirk.

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Good morning (Damon Albarn x Reader)

I've had this in my drafts for AGES and I finally decided to clean it up (and against my better knowledge post it lol) I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors as english isn't my first language and it hasn't been beta-read by anyone. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy and if you did it would make my day if you leave a comment or reblog it! I also uploaded it to my AO3 here

Summary: Reader has a wet dream about Alex and somehow her boyfriend Damon finds out, but doesn't seem to be as upset as she thought he would be. As a matter in fact he might even like it

Wordcount: 3,277

Warnings: SMUT

She felt his teeth drag along her collarbone, making her shudder and then suddenly the sharp pain of his bite, making each nerve ending in her body crackle like a little firework. 

Letting out a sound halfway between a squeal and giggle, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it harshly. 

 He groaned and looked up from her chest, his brown eyes glazed over. He had covered her breasts in dark purple hickies and red teeth marks, nipping and biting every centimeter of skin.

“Alex.” She whispered softly, slowly grinding on him where she sat in his lap. Both of them gasped at the movement, his cock twitched inside of her and he gripped her hips hard.

He reached up to take her jaw in his hand, thumb dragging over her lip as her eyes fluttered shut and mouth fell open. 

She could feel how his thighs tensed up under her and she knew with a little more teasing he would let her have her way. 

“Alex,” She moaned again, opening her eyes as his name fell from her swollen lips and looking directly into his. His mouth twitched before he kissed her, harsh and nibbling with sharp teeth.

Carefully he leaned her back, getting on top of her while still kissing her. There was both gentleness and a feverish need in his movements. 

They both shuddered, and she moaned when she felt his chest pressing against hers and how his hair brushed over her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, never wanting to let go when she felt him sink deeper inside her. 

With slow thrusts and featherlight kisses he teased her, coaxing out whiny moans from her. Alex chuckled breathlessly when she mewled, clawing at his back and she reached down to his ass, trying to push him further into her. 

He got the hint, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered. His voice low and gravely in her ear, making her skin prickle and her walls throb around him.

“I want you-, I want you to fuck me.” She answered in breathy moans, catching his lips in a slow sloppy kiss. 

He obliged, slowly picking up speed in his thrusts. 

Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it relentlessly, knowing it would drive him mad. 

And it did. 

He pinned down her hands, making her let out anexhilarated giggle and he couldn’t hold back his own smile. 

Her smile soon faded into a little o-shape as he started thrusting his hips harder and harder, drawing a loud gasp out of her with each thrust.

She felt dizzy from the pleasure, she didn’t know where he started and she ended, all she knew was him in her and his voice as he moaned her name, his sweat covered body that pressed against hers and the safe pressure of his hands on her wrists.

“Alex, ‘m gonna- ” She cried out, clenching her thighs and writhing, her entire body aching to cum.

 To cum for him. To cum on him.

“Bloody hell.” he whined, feeling her clench around him and hearing her needy cries brought him closer to his own release. 

The orgasm washed over her without a warning and for a split second her mind went blank, the only thing that existed were her and Alex. 

With soblike moans she clawed at his back, her legs quivering around his waist as she came. Her back arched up, meeting Alex's hips as he came closer and closer to his own release, and he bit back a loud groan when she clenched hard around him. 

Alex's breath was ragged as he saw her, still shuddering and moaning. With a last hard thrust that made her whimper, still high on her orgasm, his brow furrowed and his body rippled as he came, whimpering her name.

It took her a second to realize where she was, with Alexs' loud moans still ringing in her mind. She was in her bedroom, with Damon next to her in their bed. 

The sunlight that filtered in through the blinds made little golden lines over his naked back that rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, almost hearing her heartbeat in her ears. Slowly she reached a hand down, and gasped. Her underwear was soaked through, the wetness even staining the inside of her thighs.

Drawing another shuddering breath she realized she must’ve had an orgasm in her sleep. 

With burning cheeks she came to another conclusion, that in the dream she had been cumming on her boyfriend's best mate's cock. 

She pulled her hand up and feeling a wave of shame wash over her, she closed her eyes. 

It had felt so real, and she could still hear Alex's moans and teasing whispers as he thrusted into her. His lips, searing kisses on her skin, his hands-

A sudden movement next to her made her open her eyes to see Damon sleepily pull the covers closer around him. 

His hair was messy, with his mouth and cheeks flushed from sleep and it made her heart tremble. 

She reached out a hand, softly stroking it over his cheek, making him stirr and eyes flutter open. 

“Good morning” She whispered and smiled softly when he groaned low, closing his eyes to shield them from the light that sneaked past the blinds.

Damon hummed, eyes still closed as he reached out for her and she chuckled as she crawled into his embrace, nuzzling her face against his neck. 

“Did you sleep well?” He murmured as he stroked her hair. His voice was low and hoarse from sleep, making her heart jump. It was ridiculously sexy. 

“Yeah” She mumbled into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of him. His scent with a little left of yesterday's eau de cologne sent a warm current through her body, down between her thighs. 

 Damon drew circles with his fingertips over her back, nuzzling his nose against her hairline and inhaled. 

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” He murmured and her eyes snapped open.

“Oh?” Was all she could muster, voice faint.

“You said Alex’s name.” 

It felt as if her heart stopped and she felt her lungs tightening up with shame.

 She looked up at him, and could see a slight smirk on his face. 

“What?” 

“You said Alex.” He repeated, stroking her cheek, his fingertips following her jaw down to her lips.

“Did I?” She felt her cheeks flush and Damon raised an eyebrow, still smiling. 

“Yeah,” His thumb rubbed her lower lip as he licked his own, making her stomach summersault.

“Did you dream of him?”

She swallowed, looked away and felt the blush on her cheeks betray her. 

“I don't really know. I don’t remember much.” She looked at Damon again as he kept stroking her cheek. He leaned down, their lips brushing against each others as he whispered;

“You know, I heard you moan, love. You moaned his name.” 

Her breath hitched in shock but Damon caught her little gasp in a kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and before she knew it she gripped his bicep, biting and nibbling on his lower lip. 

 She could feel his hard on pressing against her stomach and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost forcing hers to beat in the same rhythm. The warm tingling feeling from her dream washed over her again, and she could feel her entire ache and long for his touch. 

Damon pulled away too soon, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself. He stroked back a stray strand of hair from her face as he cleared his throat, smiling:

“Now my love, tell me about your dream.” 

She bit her lip, a stern tone in his voice that she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter and press her thighs together.

“Well, we were kissing.” She whispered, remembering Alex’s panting breath as he kissed her. 

Damon licked his lips as he leaned in, ghosting his lips above hers.

 “Yeah?” His breath tickled over her cheek and it sent shivers down her spine.

 “And he kissed my neck.” She moaned. 

 “How did it feel?” 

 “It felt good.” 

His breath hitched, and she could feel how his cock throbbed against her, making her gasp.

 “And then what?” 

 “He...” She blushed furiously, biting her lip and he couldn't tell if she was just playing innocent or if she was actually a bit embarrassed to say the words out loud. 

 Damon's breath hitched again, his pupils dilated and his heart pounding. He couldn’t understand why, but her dream turned him on so much. It sent a sting of jealousy through him, yes, but it was outweighed by the forbidden and intoxicicating thought of one of his best mates shagging his girlfriend. 

 “You shagged him?” He whispered barely audible, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. The hot breath made her skin prickle and she felt her nipples harden under the shirt she wore to bed.

 “Yes.” She whined, closing her eyes as he pulled up said shirt, and softly stroked his hand down her stomach.

 “Did you like it?” His voice was low, and she could only moan yes as his fingers passed the lining of her underwear. His teasing, the embarrassment and excitement of him knowing about the dream, the dream itself, it was all making her clit throb.

 “You liked having Alex inside you, didn’t you? You liked fucking him, didn’t you, love?” 

As he almost hissed out that last question his hand dipped down between her folds. 

He gasped when he felt that she was soaked and she bit back a yelp, the light pressure of his hand enough to send crackling electric currents throughout her body.

 “Damon.” She whined, feeling his arms wrap around her and the way he pressed her against him made her shudder. He leaned in to kiss her, his kisses almost bruising and sloppier than before, little moans and pants escaping as she tugged at her shirt. 

He pulled down her undies, throwing them across the room which earned a giggle from her as they landed on the table lamp on the desk.

 “Get these off!” She groaned and tugged on his boxers, her mouth watering when she saw his cock twitch through the fabric. God he was so hard. 

“As you wish,” He smirked and pulled them down. A low smacking sound as his heavy hard on hit his abdomen made her bite her lip in anticipation. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him where he laid, naked and on display for her. 

 “Stop staring.” He groaned, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, and she giggled, crawling up to him and he immediately pulled her close to him, his lips crashing onto hers.

She moaned into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth as she felt his hand stroke down her naked body, pushing her onto his back.

“Did he make you this wet?” he murmured against her lips, as his fingers trailed down between her legs to lightly brush over her throbbing clit. 

 Between little breathy moans she managed to get out;

 “No, it’s you.” 

He lightly pressed his finger against her clit again, making her quiver. The ache was unbearable. 

 “I need you in me.” She begged and looked up at him with hazy eyes.

 He looked at her, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and if he hadn’t been so eager to be inside her, fucking her senseless until she forgot about that dream, and about Alex of all bloody people, he would’ve loved to see those lips around his cock. 

Slowly he pushed a finger into her, making her suck in a sharp breath he teased;

 “Like this?”

 She couldn’t form an answer, her mind went completely blank and without noticing she whimpered his name. He watched her flutter shut and then close completely when he pushed in another finger, wanting to hear her make that deliciously needy moan again.

Slowly pumped them in and out, looking at her as he did and felt his cock twitch as he saw her bite her lip in an attempt to suppress a loud moan.

His mouth brushed against the shell of her ear and sent tickling shivers through her. Just as she let out a shaky moan he pulled out his fingers, making her whine at the loss of contact and she was just about to loudly complain when he pressed them to her clit instead, rubbing firm but slow circles. 

 “Oh God” she clutched her hand behind his neck, feeling his hot breath on her face as he laughed softly. He nibbled on her lip and chin as he continued to rub harder and faster. 

The room was filled with sounds of his kisses, her wetness, their heavy breathing and her loud sob like moans. 

She rocked her hips against his fingers, her moans getting louder and needier and god she was so close that she clawed his neck, she could feel herself tense up, cunt aching for the release. A mental image of Alex on top of her, deep in her as he groaned flashed by, but then her eyes fluttered open as Damon moaned when she squelched over his fingers. 

She was millimeters from the edge when he suddenly stopped. With cheeks flushed and breath stuck in her throat she almost screamed:

 “Wh-, what the fuck Damon, why did you stop?”

God she was so beautiful like this. Animalistic almost and completely unhinged.

 “Do you want me to continue?”

 “Yes!”  

He tapped his finger against her clit again and smiled when she threw her head back and moaned.

 “Ask for it.” He whispered and that alone was almost enough to make her cum.

 “Please Damon, please, let me cum.”

Almost instantly he resumed rubbing her clit, making her back arch and she cried out his name over and over, so close that she forgot every other word. All she could think of was him, him, him.

 “Damon!”

Her cries and moans made his breath hitch as he saw how she came undone for him and he groaned between clenched teeth;

 “Cum for me.” And she did.

With a moan that was almost a scream she fell apart and became a blabbering, whimpering mess in his hands. She sobbed his name, head spinning and heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear him whispering her name 

He stroked slowly but firmly over her clit until she pushed his hand away, her voice quivering as she let out a broken whisper;

“I can’t-, I can’t do another.” Making him chuckle and through her foggy brain she could muster a weak smile.

Damon looked at her where she lay with her tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead, a slight sheen of sweat covering her chest and her cheeks blossoming with a deep crimson blush.

“Was that good?”

She chuckled, still not sure how to get back to breathing normally and smiled;

“Do you really have to ask?”

Leaning in until their lips brushed and his breath tickled he teased;

“I just wanted to hear you say it.” before licking her lips and kissing her. 

She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and suddenly the flame she thought had been doused started flickering. Acting on instinct she bit his lower lip, hard, making him gasp and she wondered if maybe she had been too harsh when he pulled away, his eyes huge but then a smirk formed on his perfect lips.

Rising on shaky elbows she laughed as she said;

“Don’t you wanna finish?” tilting her head to her side.

“Looks like you might need it.” She nodded towards his cock, dripping precum, red and swollen. The warm pooling in her stomach threatened to scorch her when he raised a brow, stroking himself and inching closer to her.

“You think so?” 

Biting her lip she nodded, opening her trembling legs and looking him up and down. He pulled her down to him, making her gasp as she fell on her back and then giggled at his sudden roughness. He looked at her, his pupils blown out and his chest falling and rising as he gripped her thigh hard.

Slapping the head of his cock against her clit he hissed and she bit back a whimper, feeling herself tremble in his grasp. She was a bit sore from her earlier orgasm but it didn’t matter as he slowly pushed into her, both of them gasping.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, feeling her clench around him and she shuddered at the slight over stimulation.

“You okay?” He panted and stroked her hips, pulling her down onto him slowly.

“Uh-huh.” She hummed before adding; “Please.”

Her quivering voice, dripping with lust and pleading eyes made him snap. There was nothing he wanted as much as making her scream his name again, begging and moaning, only this time she would be dripping all over him.

He moaned, wrapping his arm under her hips and hoisting her up so that he could thrust into her at whatever pace he pleased.

“Please.” She whispered again, her hands on his back, clawing.

Damon's hips snapped up, the pace he set was hard and unforgiving and with each thrust she whimpered loudly. 

He couldn’t think of anything else but how her body moved with his, the sweat covering them both, her whining and moaning and how much he loved her.

“Oh fuckin’ hell, you feel so good, fuck” He moaned, leaning in to kiss her. It was a sloppy kiss, their lips barely touching as he sped up his thrusts. 

She reached up, carding her fingers through his flaxen of hair and tugging on it slightly, making him moan and bend his neck back. Knowing he couldn’t hold it for long he closed his eyes and focused on her gasping breaths, the smell of sex, the wet slapping noises and the burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Cum in me” She moaned, her breath hitching when Damon leaned his forehead against her shoulder, his breath tickling over her neck and she raked her nails down his back. 

His breaths got shorter and shorter, his thighs tensing up, the warm coil in his abdomen burning, and when she locked her legs on his lower back, pushing him deeper in, he came. His mind went blank as he thrust into her, making the orgasm last as long as possible and she kissed his ear, nibbling at it and whispering: 

“I love you” over and over. 

With a moan and a string of profanities he relaxed, shuddering and with heavy breaths.

She stroked his back, trying to slow down her racing heart and erratic breathing. She didn’t know how long he laid there, nuzzling his face to her neck as his breathing slowly became normal again, but she enjoyed every second of it.

Carefully he pushed himself up on his elbows, smiling slightly and running a hand through her messy hair.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She said and smiled up at him, stroking his arm softly.

“Good morning indeed. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Yes please.” 

He leaned in to kiss her, muttering, “I love you” which made her heart jump. Before pulling away completely he added with a cheeky grin:

“So for the next round I’ll call in Alex?”

“Damon!”

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Pre-Finale

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

Previous part | Masterlist

A/N: pls ignore the messed up timeline, let’s just pretend oasis debuted in like ‘91

(1993)

“The people want to know: is it just a coincidence that the actress in the ‘For Tomorrow’ music video looks a lot like the bassist from Oasis?”

The small microphone nearly hits Damon in the face and he has to move his head back to avoid it making contact with his chin. He laughs:” The people, huh?” “Is that a no?”, the interviewer, a handsome guy (probably not older than 25) asks. The blonde shrugs.

“Well, we’ve never met Oasis.”, Graham unexpectedly speaks up, the softness of his voice hiding his friend’s new fixation. “I’ve never met Madonna either but I still think she’s fit.”, the man in front of them declares. Once again the microphone is being pushed into Damon’s face, and he lifts his left hand to gently shove it away again.

“That’s really close.”, he merely answers.

(1994)

“Have you guys seen the ‘For Tomorrow’ music video?”

Liam instantly lets out a groan and throws his head back in frustration. Noel quickly takes the cigarette out of his brother’s hand and places it between his lips. He nods. “Well, do you guys think that Damon fancies Y/N? Because it’s kind of-.”

“He probably does.”, Noel cuts the interviewer off:” Can’t blame him. She’s a stunner, isn’t she.”

Meanwhile, Y/N who is sitting next to him rolls her y/e/ced eyes, although she cannot prevent the blush from appearing on her cheeks. “Well, if that wanker does; I will kill him.”, Liam sits up straight again and points at the camera in a rather warlike manner:” He better keep his hands off me sister. If not I’ll break both of ‘em. See how he plays his stupid songs with that, you know what I mean?”

Y/N shakes her head at his words, a gesture that doesn’t go overlooked by the interviewer:“ What’s your opinion on Damon?“ But the young woman just stares at him while white smoke exits her lips.

(1995)

“We’ve seen you sneak glances at the youngest Gallagher at the Brits.”

Damon chuckles and leans back on the sofa:” Oh. Have you?” The interviewer giggles softly at his comeback before using her flashcards as a fan:” Hey, I’m the one who’s asking the questions.” Damon wipes his thumb over the corner of his lips and exhales deeply, almost as if he’s contemplating his next move.

“You guys could be the Romeo and Juliette of Britpop.”, the woman declares, which makes Damon laugh out loud. “You think so?”, he asks:” Sounds thrilling, doesn’t it?I mean Y/N is really gorgeous, that’s not like news or something. But we haven’t- we haven’t spoken at the Brits. I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“Well, maybe one day.” “Maybe one day, sure.”

[biblical-chronicles]

The Masterplan pt. 3

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where Noel makes sure you end up as his.

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

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Weeks into the arrangement, your manager was positively giddy with the results. “Front pages, glowing reviews, interviews lining up—it’s working better than I could’ve imagined.” he’d gushed after showing you yet another article labeling you and Noel the “it couple.” The photos of the two of you walking hand-in-hand or exchanging grins outside a gig looked so natural that even you started to believe them.

But the more convincing you tried to be, the blurrier the lines became.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed Noel’s natural charm before; it was impossible not to. But now, with his arm slung around your shoulders in public or his fingers brushing against yours at the studio, your heart betrayed you with an unwelcome flutter.

Noel, of course, seemed to have settled into the role perfectly. “Gotta make it look real, eh?” he’d say with a smirk as he pressed a kiss to your temple in full view of some lurking photographer. His casual demeanor only made it worse. He was so bloody good at pretending that sometimes you forgot it wasn’t real.

Except there were moments when it didn’t feel like pretending at all.

Like when you’d catch him looking at you just a little too long during a quiet moment in the studio. Or when his laugh would come a beat later than usual after you made a joke, his eyes softening in a way that felt less PR and more... something else.

It was terrifying. You’d signed up for a game, not to have your heart on the line. But now, every time he kissed you for the cameras—or, increasingly, when there weren’t any—you found yourself craving the feel of his lips when he wasn’t around. It was ridiculous. Dangerous even.

And yet, you found ways to manufacture little moments.

“Does this look alright?” you’d ask him one evening, holding up a stack of promo photos from your latest shoot. He was perched on the arm of the couch in your studio, thumbing lazily through a magazine.

He glanced up, his brows lifting. “Looks fine to me. What’s the matter?”

You bit your lip, hesitating. “Dunno. I just... feel like I look stiff.”

Noel smirked, setting the magazine down. “Stiff, eh? Let’s see.”

He leaned in, his knee brushing yours as he took the photos from your hands. His scent hit you immediately, a mix of cologne and something uniquely him. You tried not to stare at the way his fingers moved over the glossy paper.

“Honestly,” he said, flipping through the shots, “these are fine. But if you want more of that ‘relaxed’ look—” His eyes flicked to yours, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. “—we could always stage another photo op. Maybe one with you snoggin’ me senseless in a pub. Dead casual.”

You laughed, swatting his arm. “Piss off, Gallagher.” But your cheeks were warm, and when his grin softened into something closer to genuine, you felt that pull again.

The lines blurred even more at the studio, where Noel’s sudden increase in public affection didn’t seem to fade behind closed doors. He’d sit closer than necessary during lunch breaks, his knee brushing yours under the table. Once, he’d walked into your studio room, wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, and mumbled, “Cameras or not, this feels too good to pass up.”

It wasn’t like you were innocent in all of this either. You started creating excuses to linger in his studio, whether it was to ask for feedback on a melody or to “accidentally” leave your coat behind so you’d have to come back.

One evening, after a particularly long day of recording, the two of you were heading out of the building when you spotted a reporter loitering across the street.

“Bloody vultures.” Noel muttered, slipping his hand into yours.

You glanced at him, your pulse quickening. “Should we do something?”

He arched a brow, his smirk returning. “Do what? Give ‘em a story?”

Before you could think, you were leaning in, pressing your lips to his in a move that felt half-spontaneous, half-strategic.

When you pulled back, breathless, Noel’s eyes lingered on you, a hint of mischief in his gaze. “You’re gettin’ far too good at this, you know.”

You tried to laugh it off, but the truth was written all over your face. The line between PR and real was no longer just blurred—it was nonexistent.

The park was quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet you’d think would settle your nerves. But as you walked alongside Noel, your thoughts swirled faster than you could make sense of them. You clutched the takeaway coffee in your hands like it was a lifeline, but even the warmth couldn’t stop the pit in your stomach from growing.

Noel was talking about something, but you barely registered it. You were too busy rehearsing the words in your head, trying to figure out how to say what you needed to say without falling apart.

“You alright there, love?” he asked, glancing down at you. “You’ve been dead quiet since we left the studio.”

You looked up at him, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face with that mix of curiosity and concern he always had. It made it worse, knowing how kind he was being while you were sitting on a secret that felt like it was eating you alive.

“Can we sit down for a minute?” you asked softly, nodding toward a nearby bench.

Noel raised a brow but didn’t question it, following you over. As you both sat, he draped an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. And for a moment, you let yourself sink into it before reality yanked you back.

You shifted slightly, nudging his arm away. “I—um. I just... I need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright,” he said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “What’s goin’ on?”

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. The music, the industry—it’s all just... too much. I wanted to put out music because I loved it, you know? But now it’s all about headlines and publicity stunts, and I feel like I’m just... a commodity.”

Noel blinked, his usual cool composure faltering. “What are you on about? You’re smashing it, love. You’ve got the talent, the look—you’re the whole package.”

“But that’s just it,” you said, your voice cracking. “It’s not about the music anymore. It’s about selling some idea of me that I don’t even recognize. And me manager... God, he keeps pushing me harder, saying I need to do more, be more. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.”

Noel froze, the weight of your words settling on his shoulders like a ton of bricks. His mind raced, piecing everything together—the pressure from your manager, your exhaustion, the doubt in your voice. And then it hit him, clear as day: this is my fault.

He’d been the one to nudge your manager, the one to push for more headlines, more pressure. All because he’d wanted you to come to him, to need him. And now, here you were, broken under the weight of it all, questioning your entire career.

“Listen,” he started, his voice quieter than usual. “You can’t think like that, alright? You’re too bloody good at this to throw it all away. Trust me, it gets easier after this bit—the shitstorm at the start. You’ve already got your big break now.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I don’t know, Noel. I’m just... so confused. It’s too overwhelming. Maybe it’s not for me.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Noel didn’t have a snarky retort or a clever remark. He sat there, stunned, as you buried your face in your hands. When the first sob escaped you, he reached for you instinctively, pulling you into his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Don’t cry, love. Come on now. You’ve got this. You’ve just hit a rough patch, yeah? Happens to everyone.”

You clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. His hand moved to the back of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair as he whispered soothing words.

But in his mind, he was panicking. What the fuck have I done?

If it hadn’t been for his meddling, you wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t be doubting yourself, questioning your dreams. He’d meant to bring you closer, to tie you to him. Instead, he’d nearly shattered you.

He held you tighter, guilt gnawing at him with every shaky breath you took. “You’re not alone in this, alright? You’ve got me. And we’ll sort it out, yeah? Whatever it takes.”

You pulled back slightly, your tear-streaked face looking up at him. “You’ve done so much for me already. I feel like all I do is dump me problems on you.”

He shook his head, his voice firm. “Don’t be daft. You’re not dumpin’ anything. I’m here because I want to be, alright? And I’ll keep being here, no matter what.”

You nodded, sniffling as you leaned back into him. He rested his chin on top of your head, his mind racing as he held you.

The silence between you stretched unbearably after you pulled back from his embrace. Noel could feel your hesitation, the way you fiddled with the hem of your jacket like you were bracing yourself for something heavy. He stayed quiet, sensing you needed to speak first.

“Noel...” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I can keep doing this. This... thing we’ve got going. It’s breaking me more than it’s helping.”

Noel’s stomach dropped. For a moment, he thought he’d misheard, but the tremble in your voice confirmed it. She’s pulling away. Fuckin’ brilliant. She’s about to pack it all in—her career, this whole thing. And it’s all because of me.

He straightened up, trying to keep the panic from showing on his face. “What thing, exactly?” he asked carefully, feigning a bit of confusion. If he could just keep you talking, maybe he could steer this ship away from disaster.

You exhaled shakily, your hands clenching into fists. “I let myself fall, Noel. Properly fall for you. And it’s not your fault—it’s mine. I shouldn’t have let it happen. But I can’t keep pretending this is just some fake scenario when me heart... when it wants more than that.”

Noel stared at you, utterly stunned. His brain scrambled for a response, but nothing coherent came to mind. You misread his silence as rejection, and your shoulders slumped as you continued.

“I’m sorry for being stupid like that,” you said, tears welling in your eyes again. “But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep playing this game when it’s ripping me apart inside.”

“Are you serious?” Noel finally blurted, his voice a little rougher than he intended. He shifted closer, his hands gripping the edge of the bench. “You think this is a game to me? You think I don’t...?” He stopped himself, exhaling hard and running a hand through his hair.

You looked up at him, startled by the intensity in his tone. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” you admitted.

He took your hands in his, leaning closer until his eyes locked with yours. “Listen to me, alright? I don’t want this to be some fake thing either. I’ve been trying to... I dunno, keep it together, keep it professional. But if you think for a second that I haven’t felt the same...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Then you’re daft.”

You blinked at him, your lips parting in surprise. “You mean that?”

“Course I do,” he said, his voice softening. “I didn’t go through all this bollocks just to play pretend. You mean too much to me for that.”

A shaky smile broke through your tears, and before either of you could say another word, you leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t for show this time, no cameras or reporters in sight. It was real—messy and desperate and everything you’d been holding back.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, and you whispered, “I’d leave it all behind for you, you know. The career, the stress—everything. I’d just help you out in the studio or whatever. I don’t need anything else as long as I’ve got you.”

Noel’s heart clenched, guilt twisting in his chest like a knife. This was all because of him—your doubts, your stress, your breakdowns. But he couldn’t let you walk away from your dreams, not when you had so much ahead of you.

“No way love,” he said firmly, his hands cradling your face. “You’re not throwin’ all that away for me. You’ve worked too hard to get here. I’m not lettin’ you quit now.”

“But it’s too much,” you said, your voice cracking. “It’s overwhelming, Noel. I just want peace.”

“And you’ll get it,” he promised. “But not like this. You’ve got too much talent to let it go to waste. We’ll figure it out, yeah? Together. I’m not lettin’ you go through this on your own.”

Tears streamed down your face as you kissed him again, gratitude pouring out of you in waves. When you pulled back, you whispered, “Thank you, Noel. For everything.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, holding you close as a mix of guilt and happiness swirled in his chest. “Always, love,” he murmured. “Always.”

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early delivery today x

the cheeky cunt suffers the consequences of being a cheeky cunt

(I'd still forgive him come on)

hope you lot liked it, kinda wanna scribble down a part 4, perhaps I will xx

[leaawrites]

Could you please write a fic where the girl was best friends with the Gallaghers when she was younger but then moved away and ended up becoming friends with Damon. Fast forward to the award show where she’s Damon plus one and ultimately runs into the Gallagher again, where they’re all over her/happy to see her again/don’t want to leave her alone. But Damon really confused bc she’s never mentioned that she knew them and they’re all jealous over her. It could be a x reader for anybody but maybe have her end up with one of the brothers? Thank you!! Also sorry it’s a long request

idiots

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they find back to each other and finally confess.

Warnings: fluff, angst, jealousy, harsh language

Wordcount: 1.8k

Masterlist

Slouching on the couch of one of her best friends, Y/n stares at the telly and the faces on them. Two people she used to know like the back of her hand, until she didn’t anymore.

Moving away from your home town was one of the worst scenarios for a teenager like her. She’d always been bad at making friends or becoming comfortable enough around other people to truly show them who she was, not just the pretty girl with not much to say.

When Damon met her the first time, backstage at one of their earlier gigs, he couldn’t believe the two different people he met that night. First he caught her eye from across the room, a shy smile playing on her lips as she crossed his gaze, before looking away rather quickly again. Then, after a few sentences spoken and hours passed, they stumbled out the bar together, his arm thrown over her shoulder as she tried guiding him home safely. They shared a kiss when stumbling into his apartment, though ultimately decided that they would never be more than friends.

He was still on her mind.

She never actively thought about him, except when he was on TV. It was more like an always lingering memory of their time that she couldn’t let go of even if she tried. He wouldn’t let her live in peace even after she left them.

“What ya staring at?” Damon asked, walking into the living room and flopping on the couch next to her. “Ya fancy one of those bellends?”

“Don’t go mental now,” she laughed, seeing his scrunched up face as Oasis performed their new song on Top Of The Pops.

It was good, she had to admit, Noel had always been a great writer. Though it wouldn’t be the same without him. Liam made it all seem so effortlessly. He made it look so cool. Even when it was playback and not live, she’d heard them perform live more than enough times to be a fair judge.

Sneaking away from Damon’s side at festivals or watching a show with them late at night while she tried not to wake one of the boys, she never forgot to keep her promise she made when she left.

‘I promise that I will watch everything you do, I’ll follow you still, Liam. Don’t worry about me forgetting you, I couldn’t.’

“What I wanted to ask,” Damon started talking away, tearing part of her attention from the screen, but not all. “There’s this award show coming up, nothing worth mentioning. Wanna come with me?”

“Me?” she asked, now fully turning towards the boy. “Why would you want me to accompany you to such thing?”

He shrugged, but she knew that he had an answer already ready for every single one of her question.

“All those other people there are boring. You’re the only fun one.” Pulling his puppy eyes and pouting his lips, she looked at him bored for a moment before ultimately giving in.

“Fine,” she agrees, making him gleam in joy. “But.” Holding her finger up at him. “If anyone starts some stupid dating rumour again, I’m never going anywhere with you again.”

Walking into the big venue, she spotted the pair she tried her hardest to avoid that night, almost immediately. Sitting at a table near their own, chattering and laughing and drinking. Shaking hands occasionally.

Through out the first half of the show, Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes away from him. From her seat, she had the best view on his profile. she could see his jaw tighten whenever someone won he didn’t want to win, or how the grip on his beer would loosen whenever someone won he wanted to, a small smile forming on his face whenever that happened. One forming on her own almost identically.

Liam could feel a pair of eyes burning in the back of his head, occasionally turning around to try and catch his predator. All he found though, was Damon Albarn staring at him with confused eyes.

He’d noticed his friend’s gaze far away from where it should be, somewhere in the crowd of people, focused on one in particular. Catching Liam Gallagher’s gaze, he was taken back to the night he asked her to accompany him. Being aware of the crush she formed on ‘the enemy’ he couldn’t help but not not take her.

The moment the first half was over and a break was called through the speakers installed in the walls, Damon excused himself, walking out and to the bar. Getting them a new drink, that they ‘couldn’t survive this without’. Laughing at his wording, Y/n let him walk away. Looking around the room, her eyes were drawn to his seat again.

Liam was watching Damon walk away, his gaze now finally free to see the man’s guest. Looking at the table, his eyes widen in shock. Hitting Noel’s arm repeatedly, he couldn’t keep his focus from lingering. His eyes still focused on her, though his mind was far away. It was back in Manchester, back with her. The two bodies of theirs laying close together as The Stone Roses played in the background of their silence.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ He would’ve never admitted back then what he knew already for years.

His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked, their souls intertwining again after years left torn apart. Healing as he held her face in his mind.

“What?” Noel snapped annoyed. Turning to his little brother sharply and pushing his hand away from his arm.

Liam didn’t answer, only pointing in her direction. Noel’s eyes widen in shock now too.

“What ya doing here, love?” A voice boomed behind her, the familiarity of it seeping through her spine, making her sit up straighter.

“Liam,” she breathed out before turning towards him. The room watching the two of them. “Hey.”

Pulling her into a hug, he inhaled the scent on her hair and neck. It was richer now, but still the same summery feeling he only smelt around her. Noel came after, not leaving her a lot of space to breath.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted her, smiling brightly.

“Can’t believe you’ve stolen my date now, Gallagher.” Damon came walking back, two drinks in his hands.

Putting them down a smirk appeared on his face, making Liam’s blood boil up in anger. His fist clenching at the thought of them being here together. She had to know about the war they partaking in, why was she on his side now?

Y/n could sense the tension, as could Noel, who quickly led Liam away from the scene, saying they should go back before it gets to late and the lights would dim. Sitting down, they both still held their gaze, urging he other to look away first, but neither would dare to.

The lights dimmed again, though one brighter one appeared on the other side of the room. Liam walked out through one of the back doors. Noel sat with his head in his hands at their table, praying he hadn’t had to explain what just happened between them.

Looking at Damon, he told her to go after him. Silently creeping through the dark, she hoped for no cameras to catch her body escaping. Walking out into the lights and fresh air, she could breath for the first time in an hour. Outside the building, Liam was perched up against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest, they kept in silence. The only sound being the shuffling of Liam’s body as he took his jacket from his body and wrapped it around hers, without acknowledging her presence more than that.

“Saw you two on a front page a few weeks back, never thought I’d see you again. Even less with someone like him,” he broke the silence after a couple of minutes passing.

“Damon can be pretty nice if you get to know him better. He’s just cold at first, not like you’re any different,” she defended her friend, making him roll his eyes.

“How would you know? We couldn’t even talk when we met.”

“It took me four months to get you to even look at me. You were just always ignoring me.” They both laughed at the memories ans endless stories their mothers used to share about the two of them.

“Wasn’t even doing it on purpose, love.” Raising her eyebrows at him, he reconsidered. “You were just too pretty to look at,” he tried once more. Tilting her head, the smirk on his face disappeared. “In my defence, you were pretty violent in your attempts to get my attention. Seemed pretty desperate too.”

Gaping at him with her mouth wide open, she slapped in his arm, making him wince a little in fake hurt. “I wasn’t desperate. Though you seemed kinda intimidated once I could talk earlier than you, big mouth. Seemed to be a sign of God, that you would only talk bullshit anyway, so he threatened giving you a vocabulary.”

“Would it still be bullshit if I said, that seeing you together made me jealous?”

The words hung in the air between them, the confession lingering a little longer on both their racing hearts.

“Yes,” she answered, making his face drop. He was so sure that there was more to them than friendship, now it seemed that he even destroyed that. “Utter bullshit,” she continued talking. Continued stabbing a sword into his already breaking heart. “Because there was never a reason for you to be jealous.”

Crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes, he was ready to hear the last words he expected her to mutter to him. Letting him suffer in silence out of embarrassment and shame instead of screaming it at him with laughter. ‘We were always just friends, why would you be jealous? You’re still my best friend.’

“Liam,” she whispered, seeing the distant look in his eyes. “Can you please look at me?”

Snapping his eyes up to her, they looked almost angry with something. The soft blue now a storming sea.

“What?” He spat at her.

“I’ve always loved you, I just wanted you to know that.”

It couldn’t be true, could it? Laughing it off quietly, he nodded his head in mockery. “Yeah, sure. A great friend I am.”

“Not just in a friendly way.”

His heart stopped in his chest at her words, sinking down his chest and into his stomach, making him feel sick. The weight of it pulling him down, his shoulders falling into his body.

“What?” he quietly asked, not believing her words. It was all in his imagination, right?

Sacking her body, she couldn’t believe him. Typical Liam, she though. Smiling at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling under the street lights before pulling him in by his collar and connecting their lips. They had kissed before, but this was different. This one was real. His hands on her waist gripping tight to make her stay so close to him forever. He wouldn’t ever let go of her again.

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user how am i supposed to live knowing i'll never have this

user never beating the parents allegations i'm afraid

genegallagher just posted an instagram story!

[valkierrie]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

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Warning(s): Swearing, alcohol.

Plot: When a childhood friend of Y/n's comes back into her life, a green-eyed monster slowly creeps up on Noel. Things come to a head during a party, where Noel's jealousy is confronted.

Word count: 2.2K

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Noel was sat on the opposite side of the booth from me, a steaming porcelain cup of tea rested in front of him untouched. Even after I had successfully convinced him to step foot into the cafe, it was like he had his opinion on the place engrained in his head. It was simply “not his style”. He’d be so cooped up in the studio that the only time we could really see each other was in the very late evening. The unexpected day off was certainly appreciated. 

“You’re not drinkin’ your tea?” I asked, taking a sip of the green tea in my own teacup. 

Noel leaned forward and towards the small red table between us, his head propped up by his left hand as he looked at the tea with disinterest. “I told you, I’m not thirsty.” his Mancunian laced accent was spoken with a twinge of annoyance. 

Noel had been in a mood all afternoon. My intuition was telling me that it had something to do with Liam, which wasn’t a far-fetched assumption because of the way he spoke about Liam back at the flat. It wasn’t unusual for Noel to insult Liam at any instant, but with the way Noel spoke, his words laced with venom and bite, something had definitely occurred. True to his aloof nature, Noel had stayed quiet about the whole thing, choosing to only show a semblance of what had occurred through his expressions.  

“Noel, you’ve barely eaten all day.” A soft, yet concerned look was engraved on my face. “If you’re not going to eat, at least drink something.” 

Noel continued to stare at the drink like it owed him a living.  

“Please, Noel,” I insisted, slowly pushing the cup closer to him, sticking out my lower lip for optimal effect. “If you don’t, I’m gonna pout.” 

“You are pouting.” Noel rolled his eyes, moving his eyes around as if to avoid his kryptonite, yet still picking up the cup, muttering something that my ears couldn’t pick up. 

Noel’s eyes met mine once more, with a sigh, he drank the tea. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” A satisfied grin steadily emerged on my face. 

“Takin’ the piss, are you?” 

“No,” I denied, taking another sip of my tea. “Just glad that to know that I hold some power in this relationship.” I teased, reaching out my hand to gently stroke his cheek. 

Noel rolled his eyes once more, but I could tell there was an inkling of an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well—” Noel was about to speak, but a voice from beside our booth interrupted.  

“Y/N?” 

Noel and I turned our heads simultaneously. A tall, slender figure overtook our vision, his eyes lit up with excitement, and his face was beaming. It took a few seconds of staring in confusion for my brain to finally snap and allow my memory to jog back up and recognize the familiar man. “Dave?” 

David smiled, taking a few strides to come closer to the booth. “I thought I recognized you.” 

I slid out of the booth, standing up with excited, anticipation bubbling within me. I pulled him into my arms. My arms encircled his shoulders, while David’s encircled my waist. A small giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it as David gave me a small spin. When we pulled back, David’s arm still lingered around my waist. 

“I thought you were in France.” 

“I had a change of plans,” David grinned widely, even after being in France, I could tell that his cockney accent was still untouched and unchanged. “Thought I’d pay England a visit.” 

“How ‘ave you been?” 

“Great. And you?” 

I was about to answer, my eyes looking around, then they landed on Noel. Noel sat, staring at David and I with an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite decipher. I brushed it off. 

“David, this is my boyfriend, Noel.” I introduced, gesturing for Noel to stand up and come closer.  

Noel obliged.  

“Noel, this is my friend, David. We go way back.” 

David extended his hand towards Noel. “Alright?” 

Noel stared at David’s hand briefly before shaking it with a nod. 

I didn’t know it then, but that day had unleashed the Damm-like structure that kept the chaos that was feelings away. I wasn’t sure what had occurred in Noel’s mind. His behaviour afterwards was downright peculiar. The scoffs at the mention of David’s name, especially if it was after I mentioned that David and I would be going somewhere together. David wasn’t blind, I was certain that he saw it too, even if he passed it off with a daft-like laugh. His behaviour towards me had shifted too, though I accounted that to the increasingly less time I spent with him. Don’t even get me started on the insults. 

“That tosser taggin’ along?” Noel asked when I told him that I would be going out. A puff of smoke was exhaled from his lips, a cigarette dangling from it. 

I shrugged it off at the time as Noel being in one of his moods. Tonight, however, I was uncertain. 

The evening started off typically, nothing too out of the norm had occurred. Except when we were invited to a party by a mutual friend. The place was a small flat, a lot smaller than it should have been given the number of people outside. Noel and I pushed through the myriads of people loitering about beside the entrance. Music vibrated from the inside of the flat. I could feel the pulse of it on the ground as Noel and I entered the small place. The interior’s atmosphere was laced with the thick stench of cigarettes and alcohol. Fuckin’ chaos was what it was. We spotted a few of Noel’s mates standing beside the kitchen doorway. Noel went to join them, I was about to too, but I spotted David sat on edge of the brown living room sofa, sipping a drink out of a red solo cup. It only took a few strides for me to reach him. 

“Alright, Dave?” I greeted, a bit loudly, attempting to make my voice louder than the crappy music that was playing. 

David’s face lit up as a soft smile played on his lips. “Hey, Y/N.” 

I looked around for somewhere to sit, spotting an ottoman left haphazardly in the living room. I wasn’t sure why it was there, but I didn’t question it. I pulled the ottoman closer to the sofa and sat down, turning to David. “You here alone?” I asked. 

“No—uh,” David nodded toward a group of guys who were chatting up some birds in the dinning area. “Came with some friends.” 

“They seem...busy.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I get for coming to a party with a group of single guys.” David deadpanned. “Anyway, what about you? You here alone?” 

“Nah, I came with Noel. You remember Noel, right?” My eyes immediately darted towards the kitchen. Noel’s eyes caught mine for a few seconds. There wasn't an expression on his face that spoke of anything wrong, but the way the grip on his beer had his knuckles white made me question the rhetoric.  

“How could I forget?” David chuckled. “Pretty sure the bloke has it out for me.” 

“He does not.” 

“Yes, he does.” 

“No, he doesn’t,” I sighed. “It just takes a while for Noel to get...accustomed to people.” The tone of my voice didn’t help in convincing David, wasn’t even sure I believed myself. 

“Right.” David took a sip of his drink. “Bet he thinks me name‘s rubbish.” There was no bite in his tone or hurt, I could tell it meant to be a joke. 

“Doubt it, his middle name is David.” 

“Middle name, eh?” David laughed at that. “Didn’t know it was that serious, what else do you know about him?” 

“I can’t,” A small, fond smile was growing on my face. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” My chest tightened, in the best way. I didn’t need a mirror to know that my face was flushing.  

David chuckled. “I know how you feel—I mean with Amilie, I—” 

“Amilie?” I interrupted, a teasing smirk. 

David’s face grew red, as he chuckled softly. “I met her in Marseille.” David placed his drink on the coffee table and reached for something in his back pocket. David pulled out his wallet, opening it before handing it to me.  

In one of the small pockets of his wallet, there was a picture of a woman. She had a small frame, a short brunette bob, and a bright smile that could go on for days.  

“She’s fit as hell.”  

“Yeah,” David nodded in agreement, taking his wallet back. “Maybe when she comes to England, you can meet her.” 

“I’d like that.” I beamed.  

Our conversation lasted a few more minutes, going through different aspects and topics before I was ready to wrap it up. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go find Noel.” 

David nodded. I stood up, giving him one last smile before I went towards the kitchen where I left Noel and his mates. The entrance was still surrounded by people, but they weren’t Noel or his mates. 

Inside the kitchen, I found Noel, leaning over a counter, downing a beer bottle. Two other bottles laid beside him.  

“Woah there, slow down.” I teased, catching his arm before he took another sip.  

Noel pulled his arm away, taking the drink anyway. “What are you? My sitter?” 

I was confused. I knew Noel was the sardonic type, but he usually kept that reserved for other people, not me.  

“Hey,” My voice grew soft, I placed a hand on his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” 

Noel just looked at me, his blue eyes once warm and inviting were now glassy, repellent, dreary and drained. “Nowt.” He pulled away from my touch again.  

“Noel,” I insisted. “Come on—” 

“Would you just drop it.” Noel snapped. 

I was taken aback by the sudden outburst. “What is your problem?” 

 “’Course I’m the one with the problem.” Noel scoffed. “That the shite yer boyfriend’s been feedin’ you?”  

His sarcasm felt like a slap to the face. Cold and unremorseful.  

“My boyfriend?” I was confused and frustrated at why he wouldn’t just talk to me outright. “You’re my boyfriend, Noel. I don’t know you’re on about.” 

“Just drop it.” Noel sighed, “Go back to Derek or Daniel, whatever the fuck his name is.” 

The loud and overwhelming ambience wasn’t doing anything to help the tense feeling that was brewing between Noel and me. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out who he was referring to.  

“What does David have to do with any of this?” 

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you.” Noel let out a bitter laugh, so it bitter it seemed cruel.  

I was still very much confused and very much frustrated.  

“You and him. You’re always together, doesn’t matter where you’re going, the tosser’s always tagging along. I—” He cut himself off, his jaw was tight and his gaze was set on the floor, as if he were calming himself down. He went into something of a trance. 

Nothing was said between us. The music still thumped loudly, even louder as someone cracked up the volume. Even in a setting like this, as loud as it was, it still felt like just Noel and me. His connotation was clear, though, I couldn’t be angry with him. I stood there, pondering. Searching and scanning in my mind for everything David and I did, as well as what I wasn’t doing with Noel. Even with Oasis taking almost all of his time, since David came back into the picture, I wasn’t doing much. It was as if I was struck from a great height, the realisation that dawned upon me. David was great, he was fun. But he couldn’t compare to Noel, no one could. He was my everything and had my heart in ways even the best cardiologist couldn’t explain. Right now, I didn’t care who was wrong or right, I just wanted my boyfriend back. 

“I’m sorry.”  

Noel looked up, my words having startled him. “Sorry?” 

“I’m sorry.” I nodded. “You’re right. David’s not my boyfriend and he never will be, you are, but it doesn’t feel like it.” I took a few strides, moving closer and taking his hand in mine. Noel didn’t pull away.  

There was a minor moment of silence before Noel sighed, raking his free hand through his hair. “Don’t be daft. You don’t need to apologise. I’m the one who’s being a knob.” Noel spoke quietly, almost to himself. The tone of his voice having grown softer with an edge of vulnerability. He eyes met mine again with hesitation before softening. “I’m sorry.” His hands went to either side of my face. “I love you, I love you so bloody much it fuckin’ hurts. I don’t wanna lose ya, just the thought of it drives me insane.” 

“You won’t ever lose me, not to David or anyone else.” 

Noel shut his eyes briskly, expiring a shaky puff. He pressed his forehead softly against mine. “You promise?” If the vulnerability wasn’t evident then, it was now. 

My hands cupped his own cheeks, my fingers pressed on his subtle stubble. “With me whole heart.” 

Noel pulled me close; his orphaned lips find their place on mine. The kiss was slow, pace less, as if he was expulsing all of the feelings he couldn’t properly form through words. Throughout my relationship never did I ever think we’d be snogging in a kitchen during a party. Mainly because Noel wasn’t too fond of PDA, but in the moment, I couldn’t say that I was complaining. 

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 (part one)

pairing: 90s!damon albarn x fem!oc

summary: in which she lives in a very big house in the country, and he can't get enough

word count: 2.95k

warnings: clay (and real) pigeon shooting, mentions of game hunting, mentions of sex

maeve hadn't expected the living room to resemble a large 'escape the rat race' board when she entered, searching for the long coat she was sure she'd left over the back of a sofa (that had been banished to a far corner) the previous night. tiptoeing over the straw that littered colourful squares, she searched high and low for said coat trying to ignore her brother yelling at her to hurry up from the kitchen.

finally, after squatting down in a corner and groping around under the sofas until her fingers brushed the heavy material, maeve stood up and tucked it under her arm. a whistle from the door frame caught her attention and she was ready to tell her brother to do one, but she caught herself. damon was stood in the doorway with one hand above his head- it looked like he was trying to hold himself up from the doorframe whilst balancing a tray with two cups of tea on the other hand.

maeve hopped over the props that had materialised during her search and took a mug gratefully, taking a long sip as they walked down the corridor. "all set up, then?" she asked, stopping en route to collect a dark green smock hooked over a peg by the pantry as the fog of the morning hadn't lifted over the fields.

"yeah, we should be done by four if the boys turn up on time." damon looked at his watch, "which hopefully shouldn't be too far from now." the pair entered the kitchen, a room with a cold stone floor and even colder stone tiling, greeting george (maeve's brother) and her father who were stood by the back door and ready to go.

maeve ditched her half empty mug in the ceramic sink, and jammed her heavily socked feet into the wellies she'd upturned from the rack. george was hopping about on the spot, restless. "hurry up, maeve, i want to go!" he was younger by a few years and stroppy when he didn't get his own way. she sighed through her nose. "oh, tell him dad!"

mr archibald clapped him on the shoulder and lead him out of the door as he said, "we'll be going in a few minutes, george, maeve can't help that her coat went missing. we'll be away before the filming starts-" at this damon called out his thanks with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, "-and we'll be back when they've finished and cleared up. okay?" looking out of the window, maeve could see her brother nod reluctantly.

"if you need anything, mum's only down the road visiting nan. don't let anyone on the third floor, george might kill you if he finds out someone's gone into his room, and i hope everything goes smoothly." with one swift movement, maeve zipped her smock up to her chin and kissed damon goodbye on the cheek.

he returned the gesture wholeheartedly and opened the back door even though she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. "thanks again for letting me stay over last night, and for letting us use the house. bloody nightmare trying to find one once people found out what we needed it for."

there was a scattering of wet paws spreading mud over the flagstones and all of a sudden two springer spaniels were panting heavily and clawing at damon's shirt. maeve slapped her thigh to get the dog's attention, glaring at them as she pointed for them to trail back out of the door. "poppy, ollie, out now." with their tails between their legs they trotted out of the kitchen.

"sorry about them, they just get excitable. they haven't been out with us for a few weeks. you can put your shirt in the washing machine if you want."

"oi, maeve, are you coming or we're leaving without you!" george bellowed from the bastle house, impatience rising with his temper. maeve sighed, grabbed damon by the cheeks and kissed him hard right infront of the kitchen window just to wind george up. he pulled away, breathless but smiling brightly. "if that's what i get every time you're late, i'm going to have to hide your coats more often."

"i mean it!"

"love you." she said, shutting the door behind her as damon winked when the doorbell rung. if she was quick enough, maeve could get all of her things from the bastle house in enough time to miss the rest of the boys arriving.

underfoot the muddy puddles splashed with the force of her wellies meeting the ground, and maeve swung around the door as george was filling a box with spare pellets. maeve grabbed her shotgun from where it was hung over a hook and snatched up a box of ammunition to stuff in her shoulder bag. in her pocket was her gun license, should people come walking over the public footpaths and ask why she had a firearm.

maeve knew her hobby was unethical, but shooting birds and hunting game was something she enjoyed doing she was clay-disc shooting this morning and then rambling through the countryside her parents owned before driving back in the old land rover to meet damon for an exhibition at the tate that evening.

george snorted a laugh as he picked up a polaroid picture he'd found wedged under garden tools piled into a corner of the bastle. "i think damon dropped something last time you were in here," and handed it back to her while miming wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"glad to see you've cheered up," she said before looking down at the picture. her cheeks flushed hideously, she remembered staring at the ceiling of her bedroom blissed out as damon hovered over her. before she could protest he'd snapped a picture of her, from the top of her tits all the way to her headboard laughing as if he'd said the funniest thing in the world.

she shoved it into her pocket to serve as a reminder to scold damon when she saw him again, running out of the bastle as she grabbed the car keys for the land rover and shoved all of her things onto the back seat before jumping into the drivers seat. she pulled out of the driveway as george pestered her to put the radio on and her father criticised her for changing gears too quickly when they drove past the rest of the band trundling up the road.

maeve lifted her hand off the steering wheel to wave at them quickly before turning onto a secluded country track to take them all the way down to the bottom fields. damon had asked them to keep the noise down, as he didn't want the takes to be messed up and he would get lost of he, the only one who had a decent idea of the land, was tasked with finding them.

george hopped out of the backseat with the dogs to open the gate, making 'forwards' and 'backwards' gestures with his hands as maeve attempted to park as best she could on the soggy mud. she locked the car after unloading her kit over her shoulders, and greeted tony and pete by shouting over the field at them. tony and pete's waved back as they continued polishing the clay disks with cloths worn down from generational use

"pull!" maeve's voice was loud as the wind carried her shout to tony, who reached into the cage on the table. she watched at the clay disk flew from his finger tips and into the sky, as it crested and she aimed just below as her finger rested in the trigger. with delicacy, she pushed the trigger down and dug her heels into the ground as the recoil shot through her arm and right to her lower back.

with a sharp crack the bullet left the barrel of the shotgun and propelled itself right into the middle of the clay disk, shattering it into pieces as poppy dashed forwards eagerly to retrieve the largest chunks. maeve waved away the smoke with her hand and returned to her dad, drawing a tally mark under where her name was written in chalk on the board. she was three- no, four, points now that he'd missed his shot, above george and wasn't a fan of his gloating.

she reached for the old china mug she'd left on the small wooden table they'd se up and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the warmth that seeped through her fingertips and to her wrists. maeve looked at her watch, ten to two and quite a while until george would be able to go into the house without seeing any of the band members. he didn't like them, she knew that, but she wished he wouldn't play oasis whenever damon was over. damon said he didn't mind, "really, i don't care. it doesn't bother me, love," but george did it anyway.

pete jumped over the gate and splashed wet mud all up his gaiters as he dropped a covered basket by his feet. ollie pushed himself through the gaps in the wooden fence and started to sniff around the basket, nudging it open with his nose and dragging out a limp pigeon in his sharp teeth.

george hollered and whooped, throwing a bird that regained use of its wings when it was set into the air and aiming at it. he was about to shoot when maeve beat him to it, the shot echoed around the field as the pigeon fell to the floor and poppy retrieved it for the pile of broken clay. he glared at her, yelled "pull!" before pete had a chance to drag to pigeons over to the clay disks, gesturing with the barrel of his shotgun at tony to hurry up and get on with it.

tony wrestled with the bird and flung it skywards, across to the corner of the field and george took aim before the crest and shot the bird out of the sky. in his excitement he fell backwards with the recoil and insisted, because he said so, that they go stalking through the forest for game.

their dad said no. maeve set the birds into the sky one by one and there was a free-for-all, with shouts of 'the one on the left is mine' or 'i've got the one on the right' ringing with gunshots and clicks of barrel reloading. poppy and ollie were springing about with pigeons stuffed in their mouth, dropping them infront of tony and pete who patted their sides and fed them treats for their hard work.

then maeve grabbed george, the dog's leads and the animals that she clipped them to, and they walked off into the woods with eyes peeled and ears alert. they were silent, leaves crunching and branches snapping underfoot as they tried to listen for rustling bushes or movements in the bracken. george locked onto what he thought was a rabbit but was just a clump of fluff caught on a bramble, and maeve missed a fox that came streaking past while she was untangling the strap of her shotgun from her hair.

they continued, circling the edge of the woods with only the dogs for company, until maeve realised they'd come all the way back round to the field where their dad was pulling clay for tony and pete was nursing a coffee maeve suspected he'd made irish with a dash of baileys from the hip-flask she'd bought him for his birthday.

all of a sudden, as they were trekking through the marshy ground, the heavens opened with a clap of thunder and flash of lighting. martin (their dad) had disassembled the trestle table in a flash and had chucked it into the trailer of pete and tony's car for them to take back to the house, had tipped pete's drink back his throat for him while he was disposing of the dead game, and loaded maeve and george's guns into the boot in the blink of an eye.

maeve settled into the front seat in her still dripping smock, martin hadn't let her take it off as the track to the country road flooded quicker than anything and they had to get back to the house before they were stranded until the rain stopped. "what's the point in having a land rover," george leant over the middle seats to turn the radio on, "if we can't use it to get through flooded roads?"

as maeve flicked the indicator and checked for the absent oncoming traffic, she said, "because last time it happened you were driving and you got us stuck. we had to call a rescue service who couldn't find us, and we missed the rehearsal dinner for cousin sophie's wedding."

"but sophie's a bitch. i'm glad we weren't there."

"i was the maid of honour!" maeve shouted as she turned onto the driveway and drove all the way around the back of the house to the bastle. damon and graham were outside smoking, leaning against the dry part of the wall protected by the porch overhang. she didn't see them as she left the car and hooked her shotgun over her shoulder.

graham whistled. "your arse looks great in those trousers, maeve," he called out with a final drag as damon pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out against the wall. maeve smiled and disappeared around the bastle, hanging up her shotgun and putting back the box of bullets she's brought but hadn't needed to use. she hung out her smock to dry and wiped away some mud that had caked around her nose using the specked mirror on the wall.

maeve walked back round to the backdoor and held onto damon's arm as she kicked off her wellies and stood them upside down on the rack under the shelter of the porch. the thick socks on her feet padded over the flagstones of the kitchen and maeve nearly barged into alex, who'd appeared with a pitcher of water in one hand and a plate empty save from crumbs in the other, on her way down the hall and up the stairs.

the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase in the entrance hall chimed loudly five times, and right on cue the camera crews shook hands with martin and thanked him for letting them use the house before trooping out of the front door and into the vans waiting for them in the front drive.

damon sighed. "sorry we ran over time, i bet george was a pain in the arse."

"as per," she led him up the stairs and unlocked her bedroom door, letting the two of them in as damon flicked on the light, "but we lost track of the time anyway. managed to get out into the woods as well, but the rain cut us off after one loop." maeve cringed as she pulled her thick socks off and discarded them in the pile of her clothes that had gathered at the foot of her large bed, her bare feet making cold contact with the floor sent a shiver shooting up through her.

maeve slipped into her en suite and started the shower, revelling in the water that warmed her bones pleasantly - she hadn't realised she was that cold. standing under the hot water of the shower stream felt like bliss, though she was in and out in a few minutes after scrubbing her aloe vera body wash roughly against her skin. she rubbed moisturiser over the cracked skin of her nose whilst gently moving the excess down over her cheeks and to her collar bones, where a bruised colour mark was beginning to bloom under her pale skin.

damon was lying still at the foot of her bed when maeve emerged from the bathroom, playing with a rubix cube that had been unfinished since 1986 in his long fingers. she sat down at her vanity and the heavy chair legs scraping across the floor disturbed him from the quiet, instead turning to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched maeve run a brush through her hair. "so everything went well, then?" she asked, pulling a light brown eyeliner pencil through her lashline.

"yeah, all good. there might be straw under some of the sofas though, but we tried to get rid of as much as possible." he fiddled with something on his wrist, "sorry."

"don't worry about that, there's always mud caked onto the floor somewhere so we'll get round to clearing it away soon."

as maeve pulled on her tights and buttoned up her fitted shirt, she lifted up a delicate gold necklace. "would you?" she asked, turning to stand infront of the mirror to check her skirt when damon's hands slid over her shoulders and moved her hair away gently. the ribbon of the velvet bow in her hair tickled his nose as damon dipped lower and pushed a series of feather kisses to the back of her neck, clasping the necklace under the collar with a nip on the shell of maeve's ear.

her cheeks flushed as she pushed his face away, dragging her nails over the column of his neck before reaching around him for her chunky brown cardigan. maeve grabbed her bag and damon's hand, dragging him down the stairs and through the entrance hall, snatching her car keys from the trinket dish by the front door. she shouted 'bye, don't wait up', over her shoulder as damon wrapped his arms around her waist and bundled her over to her vintage mercedes parked on the gravel driveway

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