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Right, hi strangers. I need recommendations pls for fanfic or one shots or just anything written with Damon as a dad pls and thank you <3

#damon albarn #blur #gorillaz #blur band #britpop #damon albarn x reader #help a girl out pls

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Right, where are the people writing blur stuff after the weekend?? Because I need some Damon at Wembley fics in my life and I’ll take one for the team if needs be but I’d rather read something someone else has written…

#damon albarn #blur #gorillaz #damon albarn x reader #btw wembley was insane

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By some weird turn of events I now live five minutes from Damon’s house and I feel like there’s only so many times you can walk past someone’s house before you see them

#I am aware of how stalker like this sounds #but I have to walk past his house to go to portobello road #not that you could ever say hello to a celeb when they’re near their house #but you know #Damon Albarn

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As it’s almost easter, I just wanted to share that I think Damon Albarn is 100% the type of dad that did whole-house Easter egg hunts for his kid

#damon albarn #that is all

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Can you do the second part of thehistory of a cheating heart ? ( When you can or have time )

Oh my gosh, I actually!!! Wrote something!!!

Part one is here, if you want to refresh your memory before you read this.

“The History of a Cheating Heart” 2014 Damon x Reader (Part 2)

Pairing - 2014 Damon x Reader

Words- 1196

Warnings- No warnings, it’s all a bit sappy

My requests are open but I am SUPER slow at writing them at the minute, but still do send them over as I’m answering them on a bit of an adhoc basis at the minute.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever felt this worried about knocking on a door in your life. You couldn’t even stall and pretend you couldn’t find his house, ever since he had given you his address you’d looked it up on Google maps so many times you almost felt embarrassed.

You weren’t surprised he’d ended up living in Notting Hill, it was always one of your favourite places to visit when you were together. Though, you were surprised he still lived there after all these years, you would have thought it was starting to grow too gentrified for his liking nowadays.

You walked up the short path before inhaling deeply and knocking on the door, you knew that if you’d waited any longer you’d talk yourself out of it.

It didn’t take him long to answer the door and as soon as you saw his smile the worry that had built up inside of you, quite literally, melted away.

“Hi darling” He grinned, opening the door further to let you in before gently brushing his lips against your cheek as he greeted you “How are you?”

“I’m good thank you, how are you?” You responded as you placed your coat into his outreached hands, watching as he disappeared into a small cupboard with it.

“I’m all the better now you’re here” He called out to you, making your already red cheeks grow warmer.

You knew this was unbelievably tame flirting for Damon, in fact you were pretty sure he wouldn’t even class it as flirting, but it had been such a long time since anyone had spoken to you like that, let alone it being the man you used to be so madly in love with.

“I wasn’t completely sure what to cook, if I’m honest” He told you as he started walking through to, you presumed, the kitchen “I was going to order something but I thought that was cheating”

You laughed at his words, appreciating being behind him so you could quickly glance at the decor as best as you could. There were certain African paintings, wooden sculptures and little trinkets that just screamed Damon to you, but there were also aspects that you could have never imagined him choosing himself and you couldn’t help but wonder if they had been chosen by his last girlfriend.

“Sorry everything’s so mismatched” He laughed softly, you felt a pang of nausea when you realised you hadn’t been that discreet and he had been watching you take in your surroundings “My daughter chose a lot of the stuff and I want here to feel as homely as possible for her, even though she doesn’t always stay here”

You took a seat at the kitchen island, nodding your head as he gestured towards a bottle of wine before thinking about your next words carefully.

“Tell me about your daughter” You prompted, not being able to miss the smile that came across his face just at the thought of her.

“She’s amazing, you would love her” He gushed, sitting down next to you before taking a sip from his wine “She keeps me on my toes, I miss her when she’s not here”

Before you could comprehend what you were doing you reached across and have his hand a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t want to pressure him into saying anything but you felt like you had to know what he’d been doing all these years.

“If you don’t mind me asking Dames” you paused slightly, letting your hand rest on top of his “what happened with-“

“-Missy-“

“- sorry, what happened with Missy’s mum?”

“She erm, well she’s amazing but we just sort of realised that we were really meant to just be friends” He shared, taking a sip from his glass before glancing over at you “No matter what happened between us she gave me Missy and for that, I’ll forever be grateful to her”

“When did you break up?” You probed gently, a big part of you couldn’t help but wonder if Damon’s unfaithful habits had travelled into that relationship too.

“Officially, about 6 months after Missy was born, but we lived together for almost five years to try and make raising Missy a little bit easier” He pulled a slight face before shaking his head “But enough about that, tell me everything I’ve missed since I last saw you”

The conversation between you flowed as easily as it ever did and a part of you felt like you didn’t have almost twenty years to fill each other in on.

You couldn’t help but notice all of the small details he had clearly deliberately put around the house. You were a creature of habit and luckily for him, none of your favourites had really changed in the past years, as there was a bunch of your favourite flowers on the table, your favourite wine pouring freely and your favourite dinner being served up.

All throughout the dinner, the same question kept on spinning around in your head ‘What did he want to get out of this?’

For you there were two easy answers, a shag and a relationship. You laughed at how fickle your morals were, ready to drop to your knees the second time you’d seen him, but then he had always had that effect on you.

You shook your head to almost try and dispel all of those thoughts, you had to remind yourself that you were in his company, he was sitting right there.

“Still a day dreamer” He grinned, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Dames, I just, I just honestly can’t believe I’m sitting here” You laughed lightly before taking a sip of your wine “With you”

“That makes two of us” He dropped his eyes from yours, shaking his head slightly before making eye contact with you again “I feel so lucky that you’re here after everything I did, it almost feels like it’s too good to be true”

“Damon, it’s in the past, I’m over it and clearly you’re not the same person you used to be” You tried to reassure him, though you knew your words weren’t reaching him.

“I’m not the same person, I’ve changed for sure” You noticed how he caught his breath, almost as though he was hesitating on his next words “Though one thing that’s never changed is how I feel about you”

You suddenly felt very aware of his hand that was still resting on top of yours.

“Leaving you and treating you the way I did has been my biggest regret” He sighed, you subconsciously held onto his hand tighter “Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you and wish I could go back in time and change everything so that we would still be together now”

“Damon” You responded quietly, a part of you wondering if he could hear your heart pounding “I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t need to say anything darling” He mused, a smile growing on his lips as your eyes met “Just know that I love you, I always have done and I always will do”

#damon albarn #blur #gorillaz #blur band #damon albarn x reader #britpop #damon albarn fic

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Hi strangers, I’m feeling ✨inspired✨ can you send me requests/ideas that I can write short little blurbs about please🙏🏻

#I haven’t got the brain capacity for long one shots at the minute #but I’m feeling some blurbs #damon albarn #blur #gorillaz #damon albarn x reader

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I DIDNT JNPIW YOU WROTE DANON AND ELIZA OH MY GOSH I READ THAT FIC WEEKLY

Thank you thank you thank you🫶🏻

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I know I don’t post on here that often, but I’ve got to post this here because I’m so excited.

I had an offer accepted on a flat today and my boyfriend and I are officially moving to Notting Hill😭

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Tots forgot about Elizah and Damon, but that also makes me miss Should’ve Slept Alone...

Ahhh, don’t even get me started on that. Freddie and Charlotte hold a special place in my heart, I love that story so much, just on a bit of a block at the moment.

If there’s any inspo you have for that story then let me know, as I’d love to get another chapter out🫶🏻

#damon albarn #damon albarn x reader

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Omg hiii! I miss them sm!

Ahhh, thank you thank you!! If there’s any little, short one-shot type scenarios you want me to write about then let me know. Sometimes that’s easier than writing something that fits chronologically into aa story!

#damon albarn #damon albarn x reader

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If anyone ever thinks about Damon and Eliza, hit me up! I’m still always writing little bits and bobs for them

Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?

#damon albarn x reader

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Either I’ve been living under a rock or this is a NEW neck tattoo!!!!

#damon albarn #what even is it #it must be new #looks red still #not sure I’m a fan of neck tattoos #however it beats the mullet

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“Happy New Year darling” 2021 Damon x Reader

Pairing- Current Dames and reader

Words- 600

Warnings- No warnings, just lots of soft fluffy things and Damon being a dad really. It’s very short but I wanted to get something out before the new year!

Requests are open, rules for requests are here :)

New Years Eve was certainly very different this year, normally your house was always the place to be but after the children had told you about the different parties they’d be attending, the lure of a quiet night in together was just too much for yourself and Damon to resist.

You looked across to the man sitting next to you, his hand was playing subconsciously with yours as he focused on the film in front of him. He had a small smile on his lips, the same smile that captured your heart all those years ago. Though, as the children forced you all to watch blur’s 1994 hootenanny performance, for the thrill of making their Dad cringe, it made you realise just how aged that smile now was.

“You know, this is our 25th New Year’s Eve together” You mused, the smile on his face growing as he turned to face you, his blue eyes gazing over you.

“And you’re even more beautiful than what you were then” He grinned, a bout of laughter falling from his lips as your cheeks turned pink.

“And you’re even more of a charmer than what you were” You scoffed, rolling your eyes in jest but letting your laughter take over. Readjusting yourself so that your head was against his chest and his arm over your shoulders.

“Who’d have thought it was possible” He laughed, moving his head down to place a kiss on the top of your hair.

You let yourself relax into his hold, your attention turning to the bright colours on the screen. Last year, the lockdown rules meant you couldn’t go out again so you had a makeshift party with the children and you were almost certain that it was one of your best New Years Eve’s yet. You knew a part of Damon was hoping that the same would happen this year, but the best we’d gotten this year is having the pre-drinks happen at ours. He’d been the obligatory photographer, given his “want to make your dress any shorter?” lecture (which was always received with an eye roll and a “do you need me to show you some of the things you used to wear?”), they had all rinsed the bank of dad and been sent on their way with a final word from Damon of “any problems just give us a call, we don’t care what time it is”. You knew he wouldn’t relax fully until they were all back home, no matter what time it may be tomorrow.

It was only nearing 11pm, but you could already start to feel your eyelids growing heavy. You weren’t particularly surprised since you’d both opened the champagne rather prematurely and had a rather large dinner. You cuddled into his side further, letting the warmth from his embrace cast over you. You could fall asleep without seeing the new year in because you were in Damon’s arms and you knew that whatever 2022 threw at you both, you’d be able to get through it, as long as you had each other by your side.

“Happy New Year Dames” You mumbled, your eyes briefly opening to catch a glimpse of his smile.

“It’s only 11 darling” He grinned, a hand running through your hair as he spoke.

“Not if we were in Spain, it’d be the new year then” You responded, a small laugh growing from you at how ridiculous your words were.

“Happy New Year then darling, thank you for another amazing year, I couldn’t have done any of it without you”

#reposting this from last year #I hope 2023 brings you all the blessings and joy

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“Rolling your sleeves up doesn’t make you look anymore intimidating, you know?” You sniggered, watching as your husband Jamie practically puffed out his chest as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

“I’m not trying to be intimidating” He muttered, turning around to face you with a light frown etched on his face “I just want him to know that he’s dating our daughter, our only daughter”

#jamie hewlett #jamie hewlett x reader #jamie hewlett fic #gorillaz

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Just reposting this bc I feel like everyone needs some low-key festive Damon

Advent Calendars - Damon x Reader

Pairing - any era Damon x Reader

Words - 665

Warnings - No warnings, this is nice and fluffy.

I woke up this morning and this idea, quite literally, came running out of me. It’s quite short but it’s a nice, feel-good, fluffy little thing, so I hope you enjoy.

My requests are open but I’m quite slow at the minute- unless i suddenly feel inspired by what you’ve requested!

Beep Beep

The ringing of the phone was almost painful, you were aimlessly tapping your foot against the floor, anything to try and release some of the pent up energy which was threatening to spill out.

You knew that you weren’t seeing Damon until after Christmas and as horrible as that was, you understood that he was working in Africa and it just wasn’t possible for you to be there with him. You weren’t okay with it, but you’d grown to be okay with it.

That was the point of the advent calendar, a present everyday until Christmas, when you’d then be allowed to open the worryingly large pile of presents he’d left under the tree. The advent presents had started off relatively normal and well thought out; favourite chocolate, a restaurant voucher, but then they started to become far more expensive; a necklace you’d spotted in the window of a local jewellers, followed the next day by the matching bracelet.

Everything held value and had a place in your heart, especially for the amount of thought it was clear he had put into it.

But day 20’s present had made you feel nauseous as soon as you had opened it - it couldn’t possibly be real.

And you just needed him to answer the bloody phone.

Beep beep

The phone went through to voicemail again but you re-dialled, you’d lost track of the amount of time you’d re-dialled and if you weren’t so absorbed in the present you’d be starting to grow concerned that he hadn’t answered yet.

You opened the small box again, excitement bubbling up as you looked at what he had brought. Surely this just couldn’t be real.

The more you thought about it, the more you’d realised just how much thought had gone into the presents. It was a voucher for the first restaurant he’d taken you to, the chocolate he came home with everyday once he discovered it was your favourite, the necklace and bracelet that caught your eye every single time you walked past the shop window.

You were almost so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t realise he had picked up.

“Darling?” He had clearly repeated, there was just something about his voice that, even when it was slightly crackly on the phone, spread a warm glow throughout your body.

“Damon, what’s going on with todays present” you suddenly burst out “is it what I think it is?”

“We’ll that depends what you think it is” You could practically see the smirk on his lips, but you couldn’t let yourself get sidetracked from what was in your hands.

“Well it’s clearly an-“

“- sorry my love, I just really need you to check if I’ve left my harmonica” He suddenly interrupted “It should be in the bedroom, in my bedside table”

Hunting for his harmonica was a welcome distraction from the conversation you knew you were about to have. You were confident in what your answer would be but that didn’t stop you from not wanting to have it over the phone.

An audible gasp left your mouth as you entered the bedroom. You hadn’t even made the bed yet, but now it was filled with tea lights, rose petals trailed around the room and balloons, with photos of you both tied to the end, floating around the room.

You couldn’t even begin to worry about how someone had entered the house without you realising because when you turned around, with the intention of returning to the phone, you almost instantly burst into tears.

There he was, for the first time in a month, he looked better than he did when he left. He had tanned and seemed to be glowing.

But he was also on one knee, the ring you’d unwrapped in your advent calendar now in his hands.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned as your eyes met - of course nothing could ever be too serious with Damon.

“Will you marry me?”

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Advent Calendars - Damon x Reader

Pairing - any era Damon x Reader

Words - 665

Warnings - No warnings, this is nice and fluffy.

I woke up this morning and this idea, quite literally, came running out of me. It’s quite short but it’s a nice, feel-good, fluffy little thing, so I hope you enjoy.

My requests are open but I’m quite slow at the minute- unless i suddenly feel inspired by what you’ve requested!

Beep Beep

The ringing of the phone was almost painful, you were aimlessly tapping your foot against the floor, anything to try and release some of the pent up energy which was threatening to spill out.

You knew that you weren’t seeing Damon until after Christmas and as horrible as that was, you understood that he was working in Africa and it just wasn’t possible for you to be there with him. You weren’t okay with it, but you’d grown to be okay with it.

That was the point of the advent calendar, a present everyday until Christmas, when you’d then be allowed to open the worryingly large pile of presents he’d left under the tree. The advent presents had started off relatively normal and well thought out; favourite chocolate, a restaurant voucher, but then they started to become far more expensive; a necklace you’d spotted in the window of a local jewellers, followed the next day by the matching bracelet.

Everything held value and had a place in your heart, especially for the amount of thought it was clear he had put into it.

But day 20’s present had made you feel nauseous as soon as you had opened it - it couldn’t possibly be real.

And you just needed him to answer the bloody phone.

Beep beep

The phone went through to voicemail again but you re-dialled, you’d lost track of the amount of time you’d re-dialled and if you weren’t so absorbed in the present you’d be starting to grow concerned that he hadn’t answered yet.

You opened the small box again, excitement bubbling up as you looked at what he had brought. Surely this just couldn’t be real.

The more you thought about it, the more you’d realised just how much thought had gone into the presents. It was a voucher for the first restaurant he’d taken you to, the chocolate he came home with everyday once he discovered it was your favourite, the necklace and bracelet that caught your eye every single time you walked past the shop window.

You were almost so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t realise he had picked up.

“Darling?” He had clearly repeated, there was just something about his voice that, even when it was slightly crackly on the phone, spread a warm glow throughout your body.

“Damon, what’s going on with todays present” you suddenly burst out “is it what I think it is?”

“We’ll that depends what you think it is” You could practically see the smirk on his lips, but you couldn’t let yourself get sidetracked from what was in your hands.

“Well it’s clearly an-“

“- sorry my love, I just really need you to check if I’ve left my harmonica” He suddenly interrupted “It should be in the bedroom, in my bedside table”

Hunting for his harmonica was a welcome distraction from the conversation you knew you were about to have. You were confident in what your answer would be but that didn’t stop you from not wanting to have it over the phone.

An audible gasp left your mouth as you entered the bedroom. You hadn’t even made the bed yet, but now it was filled with tea lights, rose petals trailed around the room and balloons, with photos of you both tied to the end, floating around the room.

You couldn’t even begin to worry about how someone had entered the house without you realising because when you turned around, with the intention of returning to the phone, you almost instantly burst into tears.

There he was, for the first time in a month, he looked better than he did when he left. He had tanned and seemed to be glowing.

But he was also on one knee, the ring you’d unwrapped in your advent calendar now in his hands.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned as your eyes met - of course nothing could ever be too serious with Damon.

“Will you marry me?”

#damon albarn #blur #blur band #britpop #damon albarn x reader #gorillaz #damon albarn imagine #damon albarn fic

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After my post the other day my inbox is now filled with requests for smut, I’m so glad we’re all still desperate for Damon

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