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Sequels ~ Thom Yorke x Reader

thom gets two gifs cos i say so

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"I'm here," he said quietly, making my poorly built emotional borders crumble to pieces. He kind of had that talent.

But he wasn't supposed to be here. That's the point. Instead, he should be living his newfound celebrity life.

1995 was massive for him, but it slowly came to an end. Just like our relationship. It sounded like a parable.

"Shouldn't you be recording or something-," I replied, but one more look at his face had me buried in regret. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I wasn't gonna let him hurt mine either. He was trying his best to cheer me up. I still couldn't fully commit to his efforts of creating comfort.

"My bad," I added.

He only handed me a package of tissues.

I accepted it and our hands grazed.

"What?" he asked, confused about my sudden smile but wet eyes.

"I thought of something," I paused, "Remember when we first met?"

The vibrant memory of 1993 popped up, then again dissolved and turned into the casual, grey silence of mediocrity that we were surrounded by.

"Of course I do," he cooed softly, "How could I forget that?"

"At first I thought you're quite odd – the looks, the personality, the voice-"

"Quite odd?"

"Let me finish," I chuckled quietly, "Quite odd, yes. But then I just fell for you so easily – I thought I never would after you asked me out."

The room fell silent. It was dark outside by now and the only things that felt noticeable were the cars outside passing us by and the soft sound of rain hitting the streets and windows.

"I fell for you the minute we started talking," he mumbled with a smile.

Now we both smiled.

"You're a bad liar."

"That's how you know I'm not lying."

We both giggled again.

"What are you afraid of?" he questioned quite blatantly reading my mind.

"I don't know if we're both satisfied. I feel numb most of the time. And I hate endings."

I suddenly felt his hands around mine, pulling me up.

"Dance with me," he muttered.

I put my arms around his neck and felt his hands slide down my back to my waist where they came to a stop. He left them there.

"You know, not everything has to come to an end. Some things morph into different stages – but inside they always remain the same. It's a metamorphosis. Life is a metamorphosis. Love is one. Maybe even death, who knows. All in all, endings are quite rare," he explained in a fascinatingly calm fashion, "And you know how many sequels they produce these days."

He made me chuckle at the last part.

"Maybe loneliness complicates the easiest things," I concluded and found his eyes.

"I think so too. But that's why I've got you and you've got me," he mumbled with a smile.

"You've got me and I've got you," I reassured and closed my eyes to feel his lips against mine. He was gentle. His thumbs rubbed little circles onto my waist.

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"The one" ~ 90s! Damon x Reader

brb just gonna cry for a bit about this man LOOK AT HIM jfc

remy says thumbs up (just gonna jump off a bridge-)

"I don't like France that much," I muttered quietly while unpacking my stuff.

"You've never seen Paris at night, love," he stated with a sweet smile on his youthful face.

My boyfriend Damon had dragged me to Paris. What was originally called a 'relaxing holiday that we both deserve' had turned into a chaotic row of boarding, taxis, press and wrong locations. So far Paris wasn't relaxing. It was more of an utterly exhausting rush.

"Can't we just ... do the sight seeing tomorrow?" I asked with a hint of slight annoyance. I wasn't totally annoyed, don't get me wrong, it's just about the fact I was doing this for Damon and him only. He deserved it for sure. Tours are usually exhausting. Even making music in the studio was.

I watched the blonde man put away a shirt – he came to a sudden stop in front of me. Damon took my hands in his and all of the sudden the most wonderful eyes met mine.

"Of course darling, but I still want to go out for a short walk along the Seine," he mumbled and kissed my cheek, "You know what they say: it's the city of love."

"D'accord," I replied with a little smirk.

We left our hotel room a few minutes later. The sun had already set and the sky was turning darker. Damon held my hand loosely. There were so many people around us – already London-esque, but a less casual.

"You're actually right ... Paris at night is beautiful," I uttered in awe.

"Told you," he shot back with a pleased smile.

As we reached the river Damon let go of my hand. Both of his hands were now hidden in the pockets of his jacket.

"Je veux vous épouser," he said out of the blue.

"Pardon?" I turned towards him and studied his face in confusion. I knew some bits of French here and there. But not that.

"Oh, nothing," he replied and looked at the water – again. Something wasn't right.

"Liar."

"You've got no proof."

"Damon-"

He didn't answer me.

"Dames, please? If necessary I'll write it down and translate it with a dictionary. I want to know what you just said."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course I do!" I whisper-shouted at him with crossed arms, "I love it to hear your voice and I love it when you speak to me and I love it when you say things in French. I love you."

He paused for a moment and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

"Je veux vous épouser," he repeated and looked up, suddenly holding a little box in his hand, "I think you're the one."

It took me a moment to realise what was going on.

"Is this a bloody proposal?" I stuttered.

"Yeah, but what is your answer?" he teased.

"Yes! Of course it's yes!" I stumbled over my words and watched him put a ring on my finger.

He got up and I pulled him into a kiss by his collar. It was still gentle, full of pure love and affection. He was the one.

And Paris? Paris was busy. Some people just passed us. Some started clapping. Some again just ignored it. And still – it was perfect.

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thank you for your support in this difficult time xx

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ica you're really going through something here but you're not wrong

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Pls the talent I did cry

"And still you're here" ~ Professor! Jarvis x Reader (Part 2)

at this point i'll go to hell lol

I met his eyes and smiled.

He did too.

His hands slowly slid down my body until they came to a rest on my thighs.

"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable? I want you to enjoy this," he mumbled and pecked my lips softly.

I nodded and took his hand to lead him to my bedroom. My flat wasn't necessarily huge, but big enough. He followed me after kicking his shoes off – smart. The minute our skin touched again he slowly pushed me onto my bed towering over me. I was blushing.

"Are you okay?" he asked making sure I was fine with everything.

"Yeah, just a bit of an odd situation to have my professor on top of me," I replied with a teasing smile.

"If you keep the job aside, I'm just a guy who really wants you," he mirrored the teasing.

"Show me how much you want me," I mocked with a grin.

Without saying anything his left hand found its way down again and stopped between my thighs. To be fair, I wasn't wearing much: it was summer and I had decided earlier that day to go with a summer dress.

"I can already tell that you want me," he chuckled quietly and bit his lip.

"Shut up," I sighed with a grin.

"Make me," he said with no concern in his voice.

I pulled him into a kiss again and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. He shortly broke the kiss to slide his blazer off. I watched him fold it halfway neatly. It ended up next to my bed. Just like his shirt.

"As much as I like your dress, you should probably take it off," he stated.

"You like my dress?" I repeated his statement with a teasing undertone.

"My favourite is the white lacey one, but this is a close second. It goes well with your eyes," he replied smoothly.

I actually owned that white dress. Had he payed attention to what I was wearing all the time?

"Would you help me to take it off?" I asked innocently, searching for his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Course," he said before I raised my arms and he pulled the piece of fabric over my head, leaving me in my underwear. The dress landed next to his shirt and blazer. I wasn't wearing a bra.

His eyes were glued to the newly revealed skin and finally met mine again.

"You're beautiful," he murmured.

"You're more," I countered with a smile.

He caught my lips once again and hooked my waistband with his thumbs, sliding it down slowly. The last piece of unnecessary fabric landed on the ground. His right hand stayed between my thighs, pushing one, then two fingers inside me – his thumb rubbing circles.

"Fuck me," I moaned rolling my eyes. The situation was so odd.

"Technically I already am," he teased with a slightly deeper voice. God, he turned me on.

"You know what I mean," I hissed.

"Beg for it," he murmured. Sadist.

"Please."

"Please?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Please sir?" I whined.

"Good girl," he chuckled and tried to kiss down my stomach again, but I made him stop, leaving him with a confused look on his face.

"You're wearing too much," I pointed out quietly.

My fingers trailed down his smooth chest and stopped at his belt buckle. I opened it and he helped me get rid of his dark trousers. My eyes flew over his tall and skinny body.

"Do you have condoms?" he asked and bit his lip.

I nodded and pointed at a drawer. He quickly opened it and grabbed one. I watched him rip off the packaging and put it on – a nice show by itself.

He pinned me down on my bed again.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked once more.

"I want you," I answered with a slight whine.

He pushed into me. At first it hurt, but he managed to find a better tempo. He was really good at it. I grabbed his back and pressed him closer to my body. A moan escaped his mouth. His hands found my breasts.

"You're a goddess," he groaned and kissed me again. The kiss was messy, but the sex made up for it in every possible way. I ended up coming twice.

A bit later we were laying in my bed, this time with covers draped over our bodies in silence.

"This was amazing – you're amazing," I mumbled and played with his hand.

"Thank you, you too lovely," he added and put a strand of hair behind my ear, "I meant that by the way. You're beautiful and I want you. Just forget the job."

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It’s their world we’re just living in it

Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni

Vi conviene stare zitti e buoni

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"Self Respect" ~ Sick Boy x Reader

my gf marta had gave me the idea but cum on he's fucking hot just look at him,, the only toxic blond to feel free to destroy me

The milkshake in front of me was becoming warm.

Drops of water were starting to form on the outside of the glass.

The bleach blond man facing me was holding one of his monologues again. All-over quite normal.

My hands played with a straw, making me occasionally take sips from the shake. I wondered if he thought it was an inner monologue. Or, if he was high. High as a kite.

"Might be," I whispered to myself.

"The academy awards don't mean fucking anything," he shot and took a sip from his drink. His Scottish accent harshly cut through the air. Just like a piece of paper that gets torn apart.

I studied this hands, his veins, the way his Adam's apple moved while talking, the black tie he wore with a white button up.

"How's it being high?" I asked interrupting his rather heated talk with – well ... himself, since I didn't engage in the conversation until now.

He looked up at me. Finally, our eyes met.

"You didn't let me finish," he stated in a dangerously calm tone.

"I think I know the end," I replied without much thought, "And?"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "And what?"

"What's it like being high?" I repeated my question.

"Depends on the drug," he shrugged with a smug look and leaned back.

"Rents and you are doing heroin?" I asked. Or did I? I didn't know if it was a statement or a question. Only something I wanted to get rid of – to see his reaction.

"Might be," he answered plainly and reached for my milkshake. Without asking. I watched him taste it.

"Tell me about heroin then," I continued and stole one of his chips. He noticed, but let me continue without snapping. I was testing my boundaries today and it was quite fun.

"Ever had an orgasm?" he grinned.

His question made my cheeks turn a light shade of red. Thankfully, the dim light of the restaurant provided good coverage.

I cleared my throat and nodded, "Course."

"It's better than 1000 orgasms," he explained and watched my movement.

We weren't a couple. But we hung out a lot. Never had sex before though.

"Don't know if I had a proper one though," I added and looked at him with a slight smile. In no way was I needy, only using the opportunity.

He leaned forward, "And you want me to fuck you hard?"

At least he kept it quiet.

"Don't make this about me," I muttered and played with a strand of my hair, "You're the one who's horny."

"Slut"

"Wanker"

Silence.

I went to grab one of his chips again, but this time he grabbed my wrist.

"You didn't earn them," he mumbled.

Now he was the one grinning. I decided to run my leg up to his thighs. Always works with guys. Bit harder with girls. His look changed – eyes starting to darken.

"I don't have to earn anything," I replied and freed my hand from his grip.

I felt his eyes on me.

"You're gonna lose that self-respect," he commented.

"Because you lost yours?" I corrected with an innocent smile. I still felt at ease. He thought he was being intimidating, but this wasn't. Not yet.

I signed one of the most likely underpaid waitresses for the bill.

"You want to leave?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you wanted to get me an orgasm now," I replied and got ready to pay.

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"Driver" ~ Jamie x Reader

please jamie my beloved,,,,,

song for the atmosphere: buzzcut season - lorde

"And you're sure you took the right road?" the man next to me mocked in a high pitched voice while parking.

I used the opportunity and hit his arm that was resting on my seat while he turned his head to measure the space left.

"Shut it."

"Don't hit the driver!" he laughed knowing the through and through reasonable remark would annoy me.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car soon after.

"We're home, I'm a good driver and you have to officially apologise," he chuckled and put his keys away after we both stepped into our shared flat.

"Won't," I simply yawed and kicked off my shoes, only to immediately vanish in our kitchen. I heard footsteps following up.

I knew it was Jamie when I felt a pair of arms sneak around my hips from behind. His head was on my shoulder, his beard slightly tickling my exposed skin.

"Make it two," he murmured as he saw me put out a mug on the counter.

We stood there silently – just patiently watching the water boil.

"I'm still waiting by the way," he mumbled interrupting the silence.

"Keep on waiting then," I broke my seriousness with a giggle and slowly slid out of his grip to turn around.

"You're beautiful when you're laughing," he noted with a smug smile, his hands playing with the fabric of my summer dress, "And your dress looks gorgeous."

My eyes found his as I replied, "I won't apologise for my statement, Mr Hewlett. But I'll take the compliment. Thank you."

"I asked nicely," he sighed in faked despair, slightly towering over me.

"You're looking down on me-"

"What? No,-"

"No literally!" I chuckled and crossed my arms, "It's really unfair of you with your 6 feet something."

"You're just jealous," he shot back.

I put my arms on the kitchen island behind me.

"Help me up," I said smiling.

"You don't get it done on your own?" he teased.

"Of course I do, but I want to look elegant," I explained and he helped me up with his hands hooked under my thighs. I finally sat on the island, slightly taller than him – now I was the one looking down.

It was his turn to laugh. Something in his eyes changed. Suddenly his hands went up to my waist.

"Don't you dare-"

He cut me off by tickling my sides, making me scream in shock and hit his chest.

"Please-," I cried in-between laughter.

"Apologise then," he said calmly.

"Okay okay, I was being dramatic and you're- you're not a bad driver!" I declared panting. His hands stopped and came to rest on my thighs once again.

"Good girl," he remarked after a short silence.

My mouth was slightly agape at his comment.

"Just joking," he mumbled innocently.

"You're unbelievable," I giggled quietly and put my arms around his neck, my legs lightly draped around his torso. He made me feel like a teenager with a silly crush.

"Can I get a kiss?" he asked, our lips almost touching anyway.

I didn't bother to answer. My lips were on his only seconds later. The start was soft and careful, but as some more time passed we both became quite passionate. My hands were pulling on his hair softly and one of his hands travelled to my inner thigh stroking the soft skin. It made my breath hitch.

"Are you tired?" he asked quietly with a small but inviting smile after we broke apart.

I only nodded and watched him turn around to carefully pour the hot water into our cups. He was beautiful. In every way.

I slid off the kitchen island and helped him with choosing and putting the tea bags in.

"Bedroom?" I asked after kissing his cheek on my tip toes.

"Course," he mumbled, "Let me take the cups. I don't want you to burn yourself."

"Alright, alright," I replied.

He made my heart explode.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

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Just finished starshaped nobody speak to me for five business days while I recover

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• Graham Coxon X reader one shot

•Graham is hot, so he deserves his own fanfic.

• Slightly nsfw

Of course inspired by my gf @mxdernlifeisrxbbish 🥲🥲

That sickly feeling that came in waves - It felt as if I was about to do my practical exams all over again.

I kept my head down, afraid to meet anyone’s eyes. They were all so busy, bustling around, connecting wires to amps and readjusting lights.

An interview. With blur. With me!

It didn’t feel real. An interview with a real band, real musicians. This was what I’d dreamt of since I’d read my first issue of melody maker.

Sure, I didn’t know the band that well. At all. To say I was a fan would have been a huge stretch.

I knew the lead singer. I’d seen him on the covers of some magazines- Damon? I’d had to learn the names of the remaining three. Alex. Dave... and. Damn. I always got stuck on the guitarist.

My escort finally came to a stop outside a door fittingly marked with ‘Blur’ ,scrawled on a piece of paper.

The burly guard gruffly announced the destination along with a threatening ‘15 minutes’, and opened the door.

The dressing room was smaller than I expected. I’d imagined the band members writing lyrics in scrap of paper, strumming guitars, or simply sitting in corners thinking deep thoughts.

Instead they were playing ping pong.

The one I recognised as Damon roared in victory as the tiny ball ricocheted off the opposite side of the table, apparently winning him the game.

A figure with dark chestnut hair with his back to me waved the bat threateningly at him. ‘I’d shut up if I were you, or my foot might accidentally trip someone up as they’re sprinting like a maniac across the stage.’

Damon stuck out his tongue and slapped his cheek playfully as he passed him.

‘You love me too much for that. Besides, we have a guest.’

Damon raised a plastic cup of beer to me in acknowledgement and slumped into a chair.

The chestnut haired man turned quickly, eyes wide in embarrassment.

Graham. That was his name.

He smiled shyly at me and dragged a folding chair out from under a table, sitting across from me. Damon flung a beer at him, which he caught with surprising grace.

I could almost feel the four pairs of eyes boring into me, waiting expectantly for me to prove myself. I wondered if they knew it was my first day.

‘So, um. Sorry. To start, I’ve always wondered. What was the inspiration for the name Blur?’

The one called Alex groaned and threw his head back as if in pain with the mundanity of the question.

‘Ugh, Haven’t heard that one before.’

The others looked down, not disagreeing. Dave sighed.

I wanted to cry. My first interview, and I’d alienated them already.

A small voice interrupted the sudden silence.

‘I think it was a great question.’

I looked up to see who had spoken. It was him. Graham. I felt myself blushing.

He smiled hesitantly at me, hand raising to remove a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

‘Thanks.’

His eyes bore into mine innocently, curiously. They had a vaguely childlike quality, wide and round, like those of a deer. The irises were such a dark shade of chocolate brown I wondered if they were black after all, and were framed by thick black glasses.

Staring at him now, I couldn’t believe I’d failed to remember his name. He was beautiful.

‘Uhhh.... so.’ I mumbled, trailing off. I felt myself flushing. What had I asked?

Damon stared at me for a moment, and I realised he’d been watching our interaction closely. Realistion was dawning in his eyes. He pursed his lips, contemplating.

He looked at Graham and then again at me, mischief written all over his face. He suddenly smirked and leaned back into the chair.

‘Right, Graham. You answer this one.’

He shot a look at me, spreading his legs wide.

His jeans had holes in them. I averted my eyes.

Graham coughed and adjusted his glasses. I was surprised to see a distinct rosy hue spreading across his own cheekbones as he met my gaze.

Damon gave him a sidelong glance and snorted quietly.

‘Hey, Alex. Dave. I think Y/N has some questions for Graham that...well, we wouldn’t be much help with.’

I felt my eyes widen and shuffled my papers as not to let anyone see the panic in them. What was he doing? What did he think I was planning to do? Oh god, how unprofessional. My first interview...

Alex mumbled ‘thank fuck’, not quite quietly enough, as he passed, pausing to grab another beer on his way.

Or maybe he meant me to hear.

I looked up briefly and met Damon’s knowing smirk as he left the room, the remaining band members in tow.

I shot a panicked look at Graham, who was frowning slightly at the door.

‘Sorry about that. I could get them back. They’re a bit drunk.’

I groaned quietly. Oh god. I was going to lose my job.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me as much as it should.

Graham knotted his fingers together nervously, biting his lower lip.

‘The name Blur....’

Pause.

I couldn’t look away from his hands. The tendons stretched and pulled at the muscles beneath his skin, mesmerising me.

He cleared his throat.

‘You have something on your nose’ he remarked, pointing a long finger in my direction. ‘Right there.’

I sniffed without thinking and rubbed at it. ‘Gone?’

‘No. Look, here.’

He chair groaned as he got up, and with tremendous care removed the tiny speck from my face.

He held it delicately on his fingertip, and pursed his lips. He looked at me speculatively, and then at the door.

He moved almost imperceptibly closer, looking down at me as I slowly dropped my notepad and pen on the ground.

Every inch of my body sizzled with the realisation of his body’s close proximity to mine.

The tension was unbearable.

I backed away, making him follow my lead, until suddenly my back was against the wall.

Then, he was everywhere.

The hard coolness of the cement contrasted violently with my skin, alive with electricity as Graham planted light kisses down my jawline, trailing his fingers across my collarbone.

I closed my eyes, committing every inch of the feeling of the hard planes of his body to memory as I ran my hands across his chest.

I pulled him closer to me, wanting him to crush himself against me, to become one with my skin.

He responded almost instantly, pressing his torso closer to mine as I straddled him, leaning my head back in pleasure as he continued to brush his lips across my neck, my lips, my eyelids.

Everything was alight, on fire as he crushed himself closer to me, until I could feel every movement, every touch our bodies shared.

A knock on the door rattled the walls of the flimsy dressing room. Graham paused, his lips still parted on my neck.

The gruff voice of the security guard, muffled by the closed door, sounded throughout the tiny room. ‘15 minutes are up. Out.’

I wondered if he’d noticed the exit of the rest of the band. Surely it couldn’t have been 15 minutes already. As soon as he came in and realised what was going on, I’d be fired.

I couldn’t bring myself to care that much in that moment. I was somewhat otherwise occupied.

I giggled breathlessly, bringing my head back down to meet his eyes.

Graham sighed quietly, and raised his eyebrows at me, his smile deliciously inviting.

A choice. I could stay. Or leave now. Keep my job, never speak of this again.

Oh, but I wanted him.

Never breaking eye contact, I slid slowly onto my knees.

I didn’t like the job that much anyway.

#alex james #blur #blur band #britpop #damon albarn #fanfiction #graham coxon #music

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Damon albarn X one night stand oneshot cus I’m horrnnyyyy

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A collective groan from the class snapped me out of my daydream.

Maybe ‘daydream’ wasn’t the right word for the thoughts crammed in my head, threatening to choke me... more like waking nightmare.

A nightmare that came in the form of a stick and a plus sign.

I didn’t dare think the word, for fear I’d gag out loud.

The balding teacher tapped his ruler indignantly against the whiteboard.

‘I don’t like this topic any more than you do, but it has to be done. Page one hundred and two, now, come on. Human reproduction.’

What a week to be studying this in biology.

In a move to deliberate to be absentminded, Damon turned around to stare at me.

Oh god. It didn’t help that he looked like that.

The sensation that washed over me every time my eyes met his didn’t disappoint this time. I felt myself melting, trapped in his hypnotic gaze.

The eyes that were so blue bored into mine now, worry swirling in them. Worry for me, or worry for what would happen if this secret got out?

Two seventeen year olds, soon to be parents. That would certainly squash all dreams of pop stardom.

I had no choice. I’d told him I’d get rid of it. He’d seemed relieved at the prospect.

This would all be over, and things would go on as normal. He’d move on and so would I. A distant memory. A minor blip.

My chest squeezed painfully at the idea of me never being with him again. Never hearing him say my name, feel his lips on mine...

The thought hit me like a steam train.

What if there was a choice?

What if I kept it?

No!

It was too late. Already my brain was flooded with images of Damon cooing at a baby, pushing a stroller, arm in arm with me, a smile lighting up my face....

Stop it.

I didn’t want a baby. I knew that. What I wanted was for him to stay. Which wouldn’t happen. A baby was not going to solve that. Stupid.

It was a one night thing. We’d both agreed. Like adults. We’d felt so grown up.

Ha. How was this for grown up? I was barely just 17. Born just one day after Damon. We’d thought that was funny, at the time. Almost exactly the same age.

I’d thought it was a sign.

Oh my god, shut up. When had I become so mushy?

The bell sounded piercingly, cutting through my reverie. Somewhere in the back of my mind worried that I hadn’t heard a single word of the class, but it was overruled by something else.

I didn’t move in response to the bell, glued to the seat. I was too tired. It was too much.

In my peripheral vision I noticed Damon lingering by his desk, looking worriedly at me again.

He cleared his throat, gesturing at Graham to go on ahead without him, and suddenly he was standing over me.

I looked wearily up at him. His eyes darted away as he read the expression in mine, and he bit his lip anxiously.

‘So, you’ve made.... arrangements?’

A lump was forming in my throat, threatening to choke me. I knew opening my mouth would be a mistake. Oh please, don’t let me cry...

I bobbed my head in what I hoped passed for a nod.

I hadn’t made arrangements. Yet. I didn’t want to make it real, to face the fact that I’d have to go in there on my own and end it.

He ran his fingers along the length of the desk, lightly tracing the graffiti left by generations of science students gone before me.

I remembered what those fingers could do, and shivered.

They stopped beside my hand, and hesitantly reached out to hold it.

‘Y/N....Are you ok?’

Oh god. As if there was anything worse to say to someone who was clearly on the verge of a breakdown.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard, and resisted the urge to gag when blood flooded my mouth.

Be strong.

‘Yeah. It’s just hard. You know.’

His brow furrowed in concern. ‘This is what you want, right? Because if it’s not, we can figure something out... I don’t want to....’

He trailed off, removing his hand to tug at his hair. A nervous habit.

He was just saying that. He knew as well as I did what this would do to us. Ruin all hope of the lives we had planned.

And I had big plans. None of which involved a teenage pregnancy.

‘Yes. This is what I want.’

It was the quiver that gave me away.

‘I don’t want it to end like this’ he mumbled.

I closed my eyes. ‘Look, it’s fine. Mistakes happen all the time. I’ll fix it.’

He shook his head. ‘That’s not what I mean.’

He folded his arms and unfolded them again, fidgeting.

Fidgeting. I’d never seen Damon look this anxious.

He bit his lip.

‘I- I’d like to see you. Again. Properly, this time. Like... a date. Only if you want, obviously.’

I balked. What?

‘It’s fine.’ He blurted. ‘I didn’t really think you would. After everything. I know you said it was a one time thing. It’s fine.’

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground, flushing.

Flushing?

For me?

I smiled tentatively. ‘This is weird.’

He nodded quickly, then shook his head. ‘Yeah. Weird. Sorry. Listen, Graham is waiting for me-‘

‘I’d like to. Go out sometime, I mean. I’d really like that.’

He looked up quickly, his eyes searching mine for sign of a joke. I watched the corner of his mouth turn upwards in a crooked smile as he found none.

‘Great.’

Hi smile said what his words did not. I swear I felt my heart flutter.

He turned to leave, squeezing my hand once before before doing so, but then apparently thought of something else to say.

He spun on his heel, facing me again. His expression was sober, replacing the happiness of seconds before.

My stomach squeezed uncomfortably. He’s changed his mind.

He coughed and scratched the back of his neck, struggling to find the words to say something.

‘Hey... I’d like to come with you. To that clinic. If that’s ok? I don’t want you to go there alone.’

I resisted the urge to burst into tears again, and nodded. I smiled what I hoped looked like a grateful smile, and waited for him to leave before I finally started to sob.

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‘I was there in spirit’

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"Countdown" ~ Dilf! Damon x (Female) Reader ////nsfw

god he's so hot; happy birthday damon you mean the world to me

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I dragged him with me through the crowded club, his hand in mine.

His eyes kept mine in focus, never fully locking nor letting go. It was the 22nd of March, 2012, fifteen minutes before midnight. He had no idea why I had dragged him in here.

I wanted to make this a memorable and special moment for him. A special birthday. He never made a big deal out of it.

The loud sound that was running through the speakers of the club surrounded us and made me stop pushing through the mass of people. Damon looked me in the eyes. A smile became visible on my lips. I shortly pulled out my phone and checked the time again.

10 minutes.

I quickly put my phone in my purse again. He observed my body language. A halfway-slower song started playing and he layed his arms around my waist.

"Hey."

"Hey?"

"Are we here for a reason?" he mumbled into my ear.

"You mean on earth? I can't help you with that one," I replied with a smirk to downplay his question.

"In here I mean," he tried to stay serious and pulled me a bit closer to his body.

5 minutes.

"I just wanted to dance with my beautiful boyfriend," I shouted over the music. The song changed. It was a louder one with a faster rhythm.

"You're hiding something," he shouted back.

"Sir, I'm not," I countered and that grabbed his attention.

His smile shifted slightly. There was something in his eyes that made me go crazy.

4 minutes.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked me over one of the pop songs blasting through the speakers.

"No!" I answered way too fast, "We can get some together later on, you know?"

"Just saying, Thursday to Friday are pretty unusual days to be here," he spoke and once again moved his lips over my neck.

I tried to keep my thoughts sorted and my mind clear, my breathing steady. Was it working? Probably not.

I managed to pull my phone out of my purse and checked the time.

"It's nearly midnight," I said and caught a confused glance of his.

Less than one minute.

"What about it?" he teased and locked eyes with me.

30 seconds.

I didn't respond and put my arms around his neck instead, holding the eye contact. I loved doing simple things like that. Just observing each other. Observing him. Watching every little twist, every sparkle, every light reflection of emotion, portrayed on the canvas of a beautiful face.

10 seconds.

"Do you want to count down with me?" I questioned with a smile.

5 seconds.

Before Damon was able to respond with some kind of witty comment, I kissed him, only to move my lips to his ear again and whisper, "Happy birthday."

I smiled and watched him realise the situation.

"It's the 23rd already?" he chuckled slightly.

"Happy 44," I grinned and bit my lip.

"As long as I have you I definitely will be," he soothed, "God, I knew there was something going on with you."

"You don't just have me though," I beamed and pointed in the direction behind me, leading us to the bar area where some of his closest friends were now seated.

He looked at me in disbelief but happiness and kissed my hand.

I got us drinks a bit later, handing my boyfriend one who was chatting with Graham and Jamie, "For you, birthday boy."

It was around half past 1 AM when Damon actively caught me in the crowd again, interrupting his conversation.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No need to."

He pulled me close. Eye contact. His hands going down lower on my back.

"It's your birthday. Wanna come with me for a moment?"

He got the hint.

"Really?"

He followed me to the bathroom anyway.

"I thought you constantly did things like that in the 90s."

"Yeah, but I've never done it with you. At least not here."

I chuckled and hit his arm gently.

He opened the door and locked it after we entered the room.

It didn't take him long until I was sitting on the sink, legs wrapped around his torso, hands in his hair, lips on his neck.

"You're so good at this," I hissed as he began to undo my dress.

"You're worth being good," he noted.

I let go of his neck to go down to his jeans and let my hands open his belt buckle in a quick motion.

Something that made me pause was his lips travelling down from my neck to my collarbone.

And lower.

I softly pushed him away and slid down the sink, kneeling in front of him to continue where I had stopped earlier.

In short: of course I gave him a blow job, but the greatest thing about it was the eye contact and his little moans. He partly held my face to keep it together.

He kissed my cheek when I was done and helped me get up on the sink again, putting his arms on my thighs. His look was a silent request for permission to which I only nodded in agreement. He was so careful and tender with me on our first time. Still, always double checking if I was okay.

"I love you," I quivered as he entered me, my nails digging into his back.

"I love you more," he groaned in response.

His voice was deep. I smelled his perfume and his aftershave. Addictive comfort.

I felt like he only got better with age. This was most certainly proving my point. His face was buried in my neck. I knew I'd have hickeys tomorrow, but I wasn't particularly bothered by the purple bruises. This was absolutely worth it – he was worth it.

He came before I did, but he made up for it with his hands.

In the end, we were both panting, it was hot and we both looked messy.

I smiled at the sight of him getting dressed again. He returned it and helped me zip up my dress.

"I love you more than you love me," I giggled as he helped me down from the sink again.

"I think I've just shown you that I love you more or do you want a round two?" he replied smoothly with a wink.

We washed our hands together and tried to make ourselves look halfway presentable. Damon didn't have much to worry about, he always looked hot and bothered.

"I'll prove it to you when we're home," I remarked and unlocked the bathroom door.

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Your Fave is Problematic: Graham Coxon

writes WAYYY too many songs about sexual frustration

is the only member of blur not in love with graham coxon

always seems surprised about being everyone’s fave member of blur

tweets about dicks all day then blames on alter ego(??) mark coxon

lurks around blur forums as “tweedo” often yells at people

is the reason the blur forum was closed after NME published something “tweedo” wrote

constantly uses insane punctuation and misspells words intentionally

13-year old girl selfies

“reboomed”

cat named “bastard” that had to wear a tie when company stopped by

“MICHAEL AHHAHALKAJHKAHK”

“gra aa hma”

mr shoe

wears 20 year old tee shirts

makes constant terrible innuendo-type jokes in tweets

comes across fan fiction, accidentally clicks the link

“shitulance”

“i am material”

“i know all about urges”

uses far too many suggestive emojis and “tehee”s

the worst

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