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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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Tomorrow Nevermore | Damon Albarn

SUMMARY: "You coming?" Lila's voice carried well, and at that moment, Damon realized he had to follow her as he had nowhere to be but beside her.

PAIRING: Damon Albarn x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

A/N: OK. First part!! Thank you so much, @lundenloves​ ,  for always, Always helping and listening to me. This story has zero to little plot and will mostly be nonsense interactions. An inspiration for this story is the senses. Squint, and you'll find it. This part was inspired by hearing, and the song Lila hums is just a little nod at I Got Law (Demo)/Tomorrow Comes Today.

Damon heard her first.

Lila's hum carried and cut through the forgotten game on the television. It drifted with the mist from the bathroom.  Beside him, Jamie mumbled a curse about the loss of hot water, but Damon was far too focused on the tune. Three notes were repeated, a slow sequence, but stopped when she entered the door frame. Damon stared boldly but hadn't realized her eyes were on him.

"You alright?" The words tumbled from his lips in greeting. It was a mediocre cover, but it hadn't mattered. It was like she hadn't seen him at all, the way she moved throughout Jamie's apartment like it were her own.

"She's the American 'cross the hall—" Jamie spoke through muffled lips. The cigarette bobbed as he explained her presence. The pipes of the building were old, bursting when inconvenient and requiring half the building to go without usable water. "—Offered the shower, didn't think she'd actually take me up on that."

"A  fucking saint, you are..." Damon lit his own cigarette with a sigh of a laugh. "You even know her name?"

"Layla, Lila, something like that..."  He answered, hand waving with indifference. "Just moved here for school, work...don't know... she doesn't say much."

Damon hummed an acknowledgment; attention seemingly turned back to the match on the television. Yet, when he heard the patterned hum again, he almost forgot who he was routing for. Jamie groaned as the ball was in possession of the rival team, but Damon stayed fixated on the notes, memorizing them in case she stopped.

Forgetting the mirror, Lila eyed the master bedroom. It felt larger than her own despite the floor plans being identical measurements. It was decorated cleverly, posters from various decades adorning the walls, and the space so subtly played with that it felt staged. But there was obvious life—forgotten bottles on the windowsill, bed haphazardly made due to unexpected company, and laundry in desperate need of folding.

The windows were open, bringing in the soft humid air and honking horns. The view from Jamie's room was better than hers, but just by a margin. Maybe it was because of how her apartment reflected every penny she owned. In moments, she'd return to the handful of boxes that had scribblings of their content. Lila could hear her mother's voice, reprimanding her for not only relying on strangers but letting the boxes sit there for as long as they had.

"Love–" Jamie avoided her name with charm as she reemerged. "This is my mate Damon; came over to watch Chelsea lose." Jamie returned to the game, his job as host over while Damon's eyes remained on her figure, missing the jab.

Lila paused for a moment, holding onto her name for the moment. "Pleasure."

She moved with a confident air, one unbothered by anything around it, and reflected an intense understanding of how she inhabited her own space. Instead of bypassing Damon's stare, she held it unwaveringly.

"You staying for the game?" Damon's voice hadn't even sounded like this own. Jamie even noticed as his eyes went between his friend and his neighbor.

Lila had promised herself that from the moment she understood men–no– boys, that she wouldn't entertain them. Boys were different than men, but men were always boys. The idea made sense in her head, and if she had to explain it at a family dinner, she could, but just to play into the game, she'd refuse.

The enigmatic nature of it was purposeful. If men were destined to be difficult, then so was she. It only seemed fair in a life that she was forced to endure. It wasn't a form of protest—her decision to terribly unpleasant—it was only a bit of fun in such a dull society.

With a curl of a smile, she commented, "I'd rather die."

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"Oh—" Damon stumbled on his words as if caught breaking into the building. He offered a hello but trailed off almost immediately.

"Lila." Only this once she'd give her name. It was his responsibility now to remember it.

"—Lila." He repeated her name with a bemused smile. He searched the tattered paper plaques of the apartment bells for hers. L. Elliot. He thought to press it first, before Jamie's. He thought of the excuses he would spew—my finger had slipped, Jamie said to ring you, there's takeaway—but he failed to justify any of them. But as fate typically played things out, she was leaving just as he became discouraged.

The rain had caught on his eyelashes in a poetic way that made Lila frown. It reminded her that she was on her way out, only stopping to let Damon into the building. She nodded her head to the door she continued to hold open, "Go on."

"Oh—thanks, Jamie hadn't answered..." There was a pause as Damon shuffled past her awkwardly. There was no point in entering as Jamie wasn't the type to leave a key under a mat. Damon hadn't understood why he explained himself, poorly at that. "I left something the other day..."

"Ok." Lila nodded, lips tight with feigned politeness. The air was awkward, Damon's doing, but she carried an envious relaxation. She moved on from it, leaving Damon to catch the door with nothing close to a goodbye.

The rain had come in patterns of harshness, and Lila wanted nothing more than to stay shielded in her apartment. She had only just unpacked her final box, and she thought that laying in bed would make her feel more welcome in the new city. Lila debated on turning around. Instead, she scrutinized how the rain became heavier and blocked the sun entirely.

The cigarette was on Damon's lips as he dismissed the no-smoking sign of the building. His fingertips felt for the possibility of a key on the door frame but was met with years worth of dust. Patting his pockets, he brushed off the dirt and sought solace in his lighter.

Damon had left early intentionally, hoping to catch Jamie on his way to the studio, but clearly, he hadn't made it home the night prior. So now, rather than picking up his casio, he pushed his way out the door of the apartment building with anxiety-driven frustration.

"Not there?"

The voice beside him startled him. But the fear dissipated into a more welcomed anticipation. The tip of Damon's cigarette became damp against the humid air the longer he waited to respond.

"Either that, or he's ignoring me." Damon teased his absent friend. Sucking a last breath harshly through the cigarette, he flicked the remnants into a puddle. He watched Lila's nose scrunch, either from the smoke, the littering, or the way the sky rumbled with thunder. "It will get worse the longer you wait."

Her eyes remained on the clouds, but Damon finally felt like she spoke to him directly, "What do you do when it rains?"

"What do you mean?"

"You rode that in, didn't you?" Lila nodded toward the bike next to hers. If she squinted, she could already see the rust forming against the used bike. "The yellow one, that's mine."

"There's a tube station a few roads over." Damon offered, nodding to the left, where the rain seemed heaviest.

There was a moment of hesitation on Lila's part. But she pulled at her collar, twisting the thin jacket around her body as best she could, transforming the reluctance into courage. She took a deep breath as though holding it would protect her from the pelting water enveloping her. Damon's breath caught in his throat, watching how she entered the storm rounding the stoop of the building to the left just as he unintentionally instructed. She moved quickly, legs only stopping when she hit a crossroad a block down and looked over her shoulder for him.

"You coming?" Lila's voice carried well, and at that moment, Damon realized he had to follow her as he had nowhere to be but beside her.

The earlier morning consisted of deprived businessmen on their way to work and others who were finally released from working overtime. Damon and Lila seemed to stick out beautifully, drenched to the bone with amused smiles to match. There was hardly room to breathe, the way the people jammed into the car, not bothering to wait two minutes for the next.

The sway of the train encouraged their chest to bump into one another. Around them, everyone's eyes were focused on something other than each other—newspapers, phones, books, or even closed for a stop's worth of reprieve, whereas Lila's gaze was comfortably on Damon. Instinctually, he avoided it, willing away the warmth that would expose him once it hit the tips of his ears.

However, when he glanced at her, Lila used the car's momentum to get closer. "Are you following me?"

"I'm not a stalker." A smile broke out at the question. Damon was learning quickly how compelling each exchange became with her. It was as if she had already seen the end and only guided the conversation to her advantage.

"That wasn't the question." Lila hummed.

"I–well—where are you going?" Damon should have denied his intentions; anyone in their right mind would have. But he was following her. There was no reason for him to go east but to follow her as she encouraged him to. He realized far too late after his question that Lila was teasing him.

"Class." She answered. Then, she gave him a knowing smile. "Let me guess, you too?"

Class. Damon had prodded Jamie again, but he was clever, waiting a few days to raise the question that took seconds to produce. Jamie was convinced she was here for work and mumbled something along the lines of a complaint— Probably just another work permit. She'll be gone before anything good.

"There are always new things to learn..." Damon shrugged with warmth. His voice came out soft since everyone suffocating them could be privy to their conversation. "...and you, what do you study?"

Lila used a rhythmic sway to her advantage, moving away from Damon. The thrill clouded her briefly, but there was her mother's voice again, another chastising comment for disclosing so much of herself so simply. Her imagined response felt teenage-like in comparison—that was the point of uprooting everything, wasn't it? That was an essential part of the draw; to unabashedly determine how to move through life. It was easier said than done as Lila's throat felt dry, trying to call upon the simplest answer.

"If you are following me, I have to warn you, the seminar I'm off to is very boring..." She began, artfully avoiding a sore spot. Thankfully, the announcement above was muffled, the words barely intelligible, cutting Lila off statically.  

She moved like she'd lived in London her entire life, never glancing at the map. The only thing that stood out from the rest was the softness of her accent. Damon held onto every word, listening intently. He had so many questions for her since he'd had time to formulate them between meeting her and now. But walking beside Lila, trailing up the stairs, and attempting to fight off misty rain, the questions were the least of his worries.

"Thanks for the lift." She spoke, using the awning of the university's building as protection.  "What do I owe you?"

Damon meant to move closer to be protected from the weather. But just as Lila had moments ago, he teetered away. The only difference was that he felt shy, nervous to answer the jokingly rhetorical question.

"That song..." He started, eyebrows cinching to work through the thought. "What was that song?"

"What?" Lila's laugh was breathy with confusion and curiosity. It was as if Damon had finally stumped her—someone who could seemingly find control in every interaction.

"...The other day, at Jamie's, when you were coming out of the shower..." Damon stopped to rephrase, attempting modesty on her behalf, "When you came out of his room, it was like..." He stumbled for a moment with reluctance but then hummed the three notes that had haunted him.

She shrugged, eyes still batting with genuine confusion. She hadn't remembered so clearly the way he had. Lila laughed again. She had a detached sense about her like Damon could do whatever he wanted and wouldn't get under her skin. She was untouchable in that way.

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Lila's handwriting became more unintelligible by the hour. She worked hard to subdue her subconscious cry of boredom, but the battle was hopeless. At first, in her apartment, she shifted from room to room, hoping the minor change of pace would aid her, but nothing came to her.

There came de aesthetics when continuing education; the idea of touching original documents, reading overly verbose work from centuries before, and even writing about how the notions found within still persist. Yet, Lila struggled to find the motivation to feel like she made the right decision to enroll.

Everything was a distraction. The clock on her wall reminded her of the seconds wasted, and the birds chirping cheerfully felt deliberate, telling her that the happiness they found wouldn't be shared.  Then, there was a sharp whistle, one that begged for her undivided attention.

"Hiya..." Damon squinted up with a soft wave. The sun was uncharacteristically out, but he refused to question the luck that it had provided him with it.

"Following me again?" Lila teased once she found the greeting's source. Damon was getting used to not expecting a hello; the past few weeks of running into Lila intermittently had proved so.  "You need a buzz in?"

He shook his head, "S'alright, Jamie should be down sooner or later."

From his position, Damon missed her inner turmoil, how Lila held back her question of what he was doing. She was thoroughly bored, and by just the looks of who was below, she knew he could offer he something better.  

"Studying?"

"Trying to." Her tone seemed vindictive, but she hadn't meant to push her frustrations onto Damon's simple question. "It's impossible to sympathize with racists from the 16th century." Lila cringed, feeling as though she had only dug the hole for herself further by rambling. She was smart but refused to be arrogant, so to recover, she asked her originally intended question, "What are you doing?"

He smiled, happy she asked exactly what he was going to. "We're headed over to—

"You're late—" Jamie interrupted, gusting out the stoop's door, ready to chide his friend. But he followed Damon's eye-line before continuing, "—Love—up there brooding?" Damon cringed, hoping his friend's humor wouldn't divert Lila from the conversation altogether. "...enough of that, you're coming."

Lila needed fresh air; it was the reason the window was open in the first place. The project wasn't due for another few days, and she knew she needed to stave off the boredom to regain productivity.

"I'll only be borrowing you for an hour or two." Jamie had settled her fate.

The time had stretched into numerous hours. Damon knew Lila felt preoccupied with the work she left behind, but she hadn't made it known. She was pragmatic in that way, seeing ten steps ahead but never letting on what she was thinking.

"I didn't know he was an artist." A good one at that. Plenty claimed to be talented and claimed that their work was original and interesting. Yet more often than not, their work hadn't lived up to the promises.  But Jamie had surpassed any rumor Lila could think of.

The work wasn't demanding, but it needed to be precise. Jamie was set to present a growing collection he'd been working on. Too many friends had canceled with excuses not to come and help as if he asked them to help him move. So there the three were, walking across the parchment paper and painter's tape, doing work professionals should have been.

"He calls these doodles." Damon scoffed in agreement, his comment furthering how Jamie underestimated his own art. "This is what makes the people happy." It was an odd sort of compliment, but Lila understood. "Look at some of his notebooks—that's the real work."

The figures held expertise and clear talent. Yet, there was an aesthetic to it that was distinctly Jamie's. The progression of the collection showed how Jamie cared less about the audience and more about the original characters he created. Lila rarely admitted it and wouldn't now, but she was impressed.  Her mind gravitated, though, to Damon working beside her. He hadn't seemed overly quiet, but he seemed more reserved than what he typically put forth.

Therefore, Lila encouraged more, "I need to know—you're not hiding any hidden talents, are you?"

"None worthwhile."

Lila made a note to prod further later, not believing Damon in the slightest. Everyone had a party trick. Lila's needs working on, wiggling her ears wasn't as impressive as opening a bottle with your eye. Even the thought of a crowd became overwhelming; just the thought of a party caused apprehension.

It was like clockwork, Jamie's social hours. Every week, ranging the days of the weekend, there was music pouring under his door and into hers. It was a good reminder of sorts that the night had become late, and Lila would be better off sleeping. But the music only got louder the more tired Lila got.

Before she could dwell on the thought further, Jamie called her away to hold a frame steady to screw into the wall. It was slightly crooked, but Damon hadn't commented, too eager to hear the conversation shared between the pair a piece over.

"You get the letter?" Jamie filled the newfound silence, screw placed between his lips in concentration.

Damon's mind ran. Jamie had his own charm, less boyish than Damon's— more direct and creative. With drawers full of different textured papers and pens that would glide over them spectacularly, Damon could only imagine the letter Jamie wrote to Lila.

Knowing Jamie, it wouldn't quite be a love letter, but something close. It would be witty, full of inside jokes that Damon could never be in on due to his position—the neighbor's friend. He was far too detached to have done something of the sort.

"Unfortunately..." It was another thing on Lila's growing list to tactfully avoid. The letter that was slid under her down made her lose sleep—nothing like an eviction notice to rattle someone.

"This look alright?" Jamie called over his shoulder to Damon. "It needs to be bloody straight." He cursed, drawing Damon closer. "They're kicking us out in two months, told us in a fucking letter. This goes well, people buy the lousy art, and then I can get a better place, better building, better neighbors."

"Oh?" Lila smiled, welcoming the humor. The fresh air and environment were doing wonders. She'd leave soon, not accept their offer to stick around, but she finally felt contented for now.

"Yeah, you." Jamie nudged Damon forward, taking his place to eye the portrait properly. "Don't hear the end of it with this one asking if you're around and whatnot."

"No, I don't—" Damon fell into the obvious trap, stopping abruptly when he saw Jamie's chesire-like smile. "We done here? I've got things of my own to do."

"Yeah, like what?" Despite Jamie's concentration ahead of him on the next thing, he always held attention to taunt. "Playing that song over and over again doesn't exactly count as something." He then nodded to Lila, setting up a deceiving trap for both of them. "That's your fault, you know. The pair of you—doing my head in."

"That your secret talent, then?" Lila got it; Damon's literal party trick. Those memories of sleepless nights due to Jamie's parties sounded again in her mind. It clicked. The music seemed live at times, others like a sequence consciously put together. It was Damon, putting on a show of sorts with the song she had hummed just once that had stuck with him so firmly she'd forgotten.  It was the reason Lila smiled, "I expect royalties."

#q #damon albarn #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fluff #damon albarn angst #damon albarn imagine #Damon albarn x oc #damon albarn fic #damon albarn x f!reader #damon #albarn

[melodyofhisheart]

masterlist 🤍 :

Matty Healy :

Description of my lover.

Alex Turner :

Body Paint (The Car Era)

(I received some messages in my inbox asking if I was using an AI and to answer this question : no, I only use my imagination. I’m french and I study the art of writing and how to write poems in my university, I hope that you’ll all understand.. BUT!! I only use an AI to translate my writing, because my english isn’t perfect aha but I try my best !! (I wrote that without gg translate, I’m kind of proud 😚😚 :)

#matty healy x reader #alex turner x you #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn x you #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matthew healy #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald x reader #adam hann #adam hann x reader #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x oc #arctic monkeys #blur #damon albarn #graham coxon

[the-eyemunchies]

OC COMPILATION CAUSE I CAN

Meet William Jeremiah a guy i created because i want to kiss liam Gallagher

here is him and Liam

#myart #oc artwork #oc #britpop #liam gallagher #oasis #blur #alex james #damon albarn #gorillaz #oc x canon

[takashimakato]

♱Introduction♱

Tumblr Writer and Oc Maker

Cardd: takashi-lennon.carrd.co

Richie Enjoyer

Gorillaz, The Beatles, Orange is the new black

DNI LIST

Toxic Ex Moot (He Knows..)

Shotacon

Lolicon

Minor x Adult shippers

Noodle x Band

Yoko Ono Haters

Fatpobic mfs

Racist

Sexist

Homophobics

Maxwell Silver Hammer haters /j

Beatles Member I really Adore

I've fallen in love with Richard Starkkey/Ringo Starr along with the rest of my family, he is one of my favorite drummers and actors.

Favorite beatles film

I really like Yellow Submarine for the vibe alone, plus Ringo is the main focus through a chunk of this film.

Also like help due to the ringo sleeps toe first on the bed..

Favorite beatles wife/partner

May Pang, I follow her on Instagram and she is a generally wholesome personality and I wish her nothing but success.

I'm a gigantic fan of Lore Olympus and Greek mythology writing my own myths and falling in love with Posiden but I do not really Suport The creator since her way of writing is very Gorillaz phase 4-7ny and I think those writers should be fired.

My favorite song right now is linda linda by the Drinking Boys and Girls Choir since got to hear it live.

My favorite artist is Grovezgal or stella💗

Making George look pretty Cute LIKE I WANNA NOM.

Dm rules

My dms are open but please don't Harrass me or if your my ex moot ( leave me the fuck alone-).

If you like Homestuck/Scott Pilgrim I will keep my distant because of my Ex but if your cool I won't mind it.

Do not dm me to brag about something that's happened with a moot on my discord who I fucking think is super annoying.

NO REAL GORE PLEASE, I don't mind drawn gore but I think real gore is mentally disturbing.

NO YOKO SLANDER

She's a baddie and yoko haters are so fucking annoying because the only excuse they have is she broke up the beatles which is false.

Since it was John.

Nsfw Tumblr @liverpoolian

Rp account: @lighthous3k33per

I love Damon albarn (My name irl is Damon now) he's my icon and just a very Cute person, Beetlebum esp.

#intro post #linda linda linda #writers on tumblr #fanfic writer #artists on tumblr #Spotify

[staticpokedex]

This is another OC I've been dying to share for Ages- Here's my Sword and Shield dude, Hollow Thorne.

Basically, he's "if one of those creepy 'I see dead people' kids in horror movies grew up to be an adult" and I love him.

As for his story, his whole "deal" is that he's a mysterious dude that travels and camps around the Galar region with an interest in the tale of the Two Heroes. (Particuarly the legendary pokemon) His only explanation is he has "someone to thank". Extensive bio under the cut:

Name: Hollow Thorne Age: Mid/Late-20s Home Region: Galar Favorite Type(s): Ice/Ghost Voice Claim: Damon Albarn (This could probably change if I find a better voice.) Pronouns: He/Him (Weirdo transmasc dude swag) Sexuality: (Grey) Gay/Ace Personality: While he looks a bit spooky and intimidating at first sight, he's actually a bit of a softie! Especially when it comes to his Pokemon team. He's a weirdly morbid sense of humor and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. Story:

Hollow comes from a family of mediums and morticians, and basically grew up around the concept of spirits and the afterlife. And from a young age, he could speak with ghosts and spirits. So he had, uh. a weird childhood. But a good one nonetheless, so he can't complain. When he was a child, he was saved by Zacian/Zamazenta (depending on the game version) after he got lost in the woods one day. After that, he became obsessed with the legends of the Two Heroes of Galar and the involved legendaries. Soon after he joins the gym challenge alongside his close friend from Spikemuth, Piers. And this experience was his first taste of adventure around Galar. So growing up, he had a desire to travel all around Galar to search for the pokemon who saved him long ago. He travels around the region in search of the pokemon who saved him. And during his travels, he comes across many different pokemon. Two of the pokemon he befriends particularly stand out, however. The first is his Froslass, Ami, who he found while exploring the mountains. This Froslass turned out to be a missing researcher who disappeared and sadly passed while on an expedition. The second is a lone Phantump he discovered in the forest who, tragically, turns out to be the soul of a lost boy named Percy. With these two pokemon, he finds a second goal of bringing them both peace. But for the most part, he's just vibing while travelling and camping around Galar and being his weirdo self. Obligatory OC x Canon: Hollow x Piers

#Pokemon #Pokemon Art #Pokemon Fanart #Pokemon OC #Hollow #Hollow Thorne #Pokemon SWSH #Pokemon Sword and Shield #Pokemon Sword #Pokemon Shield #Love this dude sm. #I've had him rattling in my head since SWSH released but I never really drew him until recently. #I need to draw more of him with Piers- The weirdos.

[thewarblerette]

Why Don’t You Stay?

Summary: Damon calls up a past flame, and she’s not amused.

Word Count: 1864

A/N: Literally the last Damon idea I had tbh. If people like this a lot, I’ll do a second part of it or continue it. Just send me an ask or somethin’ But I have a lot of fucking feelings about young damon wow

Warnings: Angsty af jfc

The phone echoed in Desiree’s apartment. She rushed to grab it from the receiver on that cloudy day in London. A usual look for the gloomy city.

“Hello?” She said, looking out the window, hoping there wouldn’t be any rain that day. The young woman had an appointment with her internship program later.

“Hi, there, Des.”

Desiree’s indifference became regret. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew that voice, and she couldn’t escape it. Wherever she went, there were magazines of him, interviews and television programs of him, enticing her to come back to him, to go back to him.

She knew the kind of person he was. Intelligent and bright, but arrogant and hot-headed as hell. Desiree knew she didn’t need that in her life.

That life was not for her.

The slender woman sighed. “What do you want, Damon?” She could hear the pout in his voice with his next response.

“Aw, why are you acting like that? I know you’ve missed me. I know you’ve thought about me…” He paused for a moment. “I’ve missed you, y’know, love.”

Desiree rolled her eyes, dryly laughing. “Right! Like you missed me among all of the other girls you’ve fucked before me and after me. Sure. I believe that.”

There was silence on the other line for a moment, the other sounds on his end in the background told her that he was making this call in a place where there were people.

Did they even wonder who he was talking to, she thought.

“Hello?” Desiree was five seconds away from hanging up. She didn’t have time with this. Her annoyance for him was flaring up.

“I’m still here, Desiree.”

“Then?”

“I just…I just…”

“Uh-huh?”

“I just miss you is all. Alright? Fucking christ.” His voice got smaller, he leaned into the phone. “I know what we had was supposed to be a one time thing, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re different than the rest.”

Desiree didn’t respond, so Damon asked what he wanted to ask since the beginning of that phone call.

“When can I see you again, Desiree?” Damon’s voice was filled with longing. It made the girl sick.

“It was nice talking to you, Damon, but I have something that came up.”

“No! Des, wait! Ple-” Click.

The pain in Desiree’s heart was too much to bare when it came to that asshole. What a beautiful asshole he truly was.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to her, maybe he didn’t, but did she care? Not one bit.

As Desiree relaxed until it was time to get ready, she thought back to their brief time together. The sloppy kisses he gave her, but so heated and lustful. The way their clothes were ripped off of each other simultaneously, then they practically attacked each other all night. Damon’s eyes never leaving her, they were always locked on her.

The next morning she awoke to the cherub-like beauty look at her with a sleepy eyes and a smile to match. His arms were lazily around her frame and he brushed his lips against her soft cheek. Desiree smiled at the soft gesture, but she saw something in his eyes then that she didn’t understand until now. That quiet sparkle she saw in his eye was a deep infatuation for her.

Their little tryst had been six months ago. Desiree hated to admit it, but she had the best sex with the singer that she had in awhile. She could’ve always indulged herself and go back to him time and time again, but she had a first hand account of how he was in the face of celebrity, and she couldn’t handle him.

The brown skinned girl looked at the clock and started to get ready for her internship meeting, Damon’s call being pushed to the back of her mind.

Damon’s phone call had been three weeks ago. Desiree had only thought about him every now and again with him being on magazines, and Blur’s songs being played constantly in the record store whenever she went go to one.

It was another gloomy day when she entered the shop, light music was playing in the background. Desiree was in a purple windbreaker that shielded her from the weather’s elements. She went straight for the R&B section of the store, trying to find something new from America. She made herself keep up with the music scene there, no matter how hard that was. Maybe the new TLC album was out.

Ten minutes has gone by while she was mindlessly browsing through the sections while quietly singing Pet Shop Boys, swaying to the beat of the song. She put a few braids behind her ear while the selection of the song changed to Girls and Boys.

Desiree groaned and looked up at the person at the front desk of the shop. The guy had his head turned to the front door, he followed the person that had just come in. The employee was stunned to see Damon walk through the store in a disguise of sunglasses and a hat.

Desiree slowly started to make her way to the back of the store. Her ex-lover was scouring the indie rock section, casually pushing through one CD after the other. The young woman tried to stay where she was, but her heart started racing. Slowly, but surely, she took a step and then another and then another. She put her hood up just to make sure he wouldn’t notice her.

Damon saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to his left side and saw a girl move slightly. He squinted his eyes a bit because he had seen her somewhere. Her braided hair, her slender fingers, her stacked rings, her firm and toned legs, and her Doc Martens. He finally realized who she was when she moved her hood just a bit.

It was Desiree.

Fuck, he whispered. A smile curled on his face.

“Desiree!” He sort of yelled, not wanting to cause attention to himself. The woman that had been on his mind for weeks was finally right in front of him.

She turned around to when Damon called her name. He tried to go after her, but she ran to the back of the store on the other side of the racks.

“Desiree, wait!”

“Stay away from me!” She yelled back, running to the front of the store. She passed the guy at the front desk and ran out the door she stopped to take a short breath, then briskly walked down the sidewalk. She heard the bell from the record shop door ring open and then close, footsteps quickly catching up to her. Damon tried to touch Desiree’s windbreaker, but she kept knocking his hand off.

“Desiree, please stop, we need to talk. Please.” He huffed and pleaded. He hadn’t been playing football for a minute. He mentally reminded himself that he needed to get back on that.

“Oh my GOD!” She yelled at him. Her thick braids whipped with her head, almost smacking him in the face. Her light brown eyes were alive with fury. She had had it.

“I knew my friend never should’ve made me go to your stupid concert. If I didn’t go I wouldn’t be here right now. I would be in this fucking MESS.”

The dirty blonde pop star staggered back just a bit after what he had just heard come from her. She continued when she saw his expression.

“What, Damon? What is it? What have you been dying to tell me since that phone call, huh? What the fuck do you want.”

“I want to take you out. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I…like you.” Damon’s blue eyes never stopped looking at hers, and one of the few times in his life, he didn’t like what he saw in someone’s eyes, in her eyes.

“You like me. You fucking like me?” With each word, more and more people were on the street, looking at what to see all the commotion was. They had thought it was a simple lovers’ quarrel, but not until they saw who the man was.

“Yeah I do. So what?”

“So what? You have a girlfriend, asshole! Why are you pursuing me when you have her! What is wrong with you?!”

“She and I…have a unique arrangement between us. She’ll understand.” The girl in front of him scoffed at his answer.

Desiree stepped up to him, almost closing the gap. She opened her mouth to say something, but Damon stopped her, putting his lips to her ear. “Before you even say anything. Let me say this: do not act like you didn’t look at me the way you did the morning after, alright? You and I both felt it. We have something here. It’s what I felt with Justine, and now I’ve found this sensation in you. I’m not letting that slip away from me so easily, Des.” He rendered Desiree speechless with his words. She had thought about this over and over again. She knew he was an addiction; a fun addiction, but an addiction all the same. She knew she had to quit cold turkey or she would be feening for him sooner or later.

Desiree nodded. “Yes, okay? I have thought about it. Us together would be nothing I could ever imagine, but no. I can’t do this with you. I’ve heard the way you’ve treated your girlfriend. I don’t roll like that.”

“I can promise you it won’t be like that, Desiree. Please.” Damon took her hand into both of his. Desiree’s eyes were the size of saucers at what he was suggesting.

“Look, I understand girls fall at your feet, but listen here okay? Yes, we fucked once. Was it nice? Yes, it was fucking spectacular. Would I ever want to do it again? No. And you know why?”

After a bit of silence, Damon begged to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because you are an arrogant asshole who has an ego the size of the fucking universe and I cannot be put into a situation like that. Your girlfriend must be a fucking saint to deal with you. And I will be damned if I ever become someone’s girlfriend when they’re like you.”

“So, I’m guessing that’s a no to seeing each other?” was all Damon had to say after Desiree’s yelling.

“Forget my number. Forget you ever met me. Forget we had sex. Good riddance, Damon.” She turned on her heels and went on her merry way.

Damon just stood there, a crowd had surrounded them both, but now that Desiree was gone, all eyes were on him, while some had gone to follow Desiree and try to get the scoop on what her relationship was with the Britpop heartthrob.

He was stone-faced on the surface, however, he felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment washing over him. Damon put his sunglasses on and went into the opposite direction that Desiree had gone.

Damon could only imagine what the magazines would have to say about this tomorrow.

#damon albarn #damon albarn imagine #imagine damon albarn #gorillaz #gorillaz imagine #damon albarn fanfic #damon albarn fanfiction #my fic #thewarblerette #takeitinyourheartnowloverrr #blur #mine #writing #damon albarn x oc #damon albarn x woc

[mojo-boji]

💀🌼

#gorillaz #gorillaz fan art #fan art #2d gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #russel gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #jamie hewlett #damon albarn #oc #oc x canon

[missnancywritesfanfic]

Detroit Experience Playlist

Cuz no one asked for this! But I felt like I should post something! Since Electric Dreams was written with specific songs alongside the chapters, I made a playlist and will be adding to it. These are specific to my characterizations, but if you got recommendations, I’m all ears!

RK800(Connor/Colin)

Frame of Mind - Tristam & Braken

Gasoline - Halsey

Fallen Angel - Aimee B

Paradise - Coldplay

Burn - Ellie Goulding

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

RK900(Nines/Conan)

Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake(ft. Jay-Z)

Blumenkranz - Hiroyuki Sawano

Fancy - Iggy Azalea(ft. Charlie XCX)

The End of All Things - Panic! At The Disco

Sugar - Maroon 5

RK800-60 & Reader

Bonnie & Clyde(Getaway) - Matt Simons

Strangers - Halsey(ft. Lauren Jauregui)

I Need Your Love - Ellie Goulding

Numbers - Daughter 

Levitate - Imagine Dragons

Ain’t Easy - Elijah Woods x Jamie Fine

Issues - Julia Michaels

Ultimately - Khai Dreams

RK900 & Reader

On & On - Cartoon(ft. Daniel Levi)

You Don’t Know My Name - Alicia Keys

This is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

Pray For Me - Kendrick Lamar(ft. The Weeknd)

Lone Digger - Caravan Palace

Human Touch - Betty Who

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

Countdown - Beyonce

Finesse - Bruno Mars(ft. Cardi B)

OC Jules Bishop

Sister Rust - Damon Albarn

Youth - Daughter

I Don’t Want It At All - Kim Petras

Lay It Down - Steelix

Take Me Home - Bebe Rexha

Simple Song - The Shins

In My Mind - Amanda Palmer

OC Rita Santiago

Superstition - Stevie Wonder

That’s What I Like - Bruno Mars

Wild - Jessie J

Growing Pains - Alessia Cara

Misery - Maroon 5

Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz

Breathin’ - Ariana Grande

I Like It Like That - Cardi B

#detroit become human #detroit: bh #dbh #dbh connor #dbh connor rk800 #dbh connor rk800-51 #dbh connor rk900 #dbh rk800 #dbh rk800-51 #dbh rk800-60 #dbh rk900 #dbh colin #dbh nines #dbh conan #dbh playlist #dbh music #dbh oc #dbh ocs #playlist #self insert #reader #x reader

[ginadespell]

OK Now I present you my OC’s! I.. Only did the Draw the squad pictures for my friend @juanguero (Sorry sab, no se guardó bien la de Jolene ;; La repetiré después sdfgdf)

So... My OC’s, yai! A tiny description...

Rebecca “Becky” Littlewood-Díaz: -Irish-Mexican -Ginger hair, freckless, olive skin -Dancer -Peppy -Impulsive af -Stressed 24/7 and shows it -Sass af -Anime openings 24/7 -Life’s a music video -Favorite action: Sleep and eat -Eats a lot, never gains weight -Aggresive af x 10 -Cousin with Alejo -Always fighting -Married to the theater -Francis Official Heartbreaker -Looks younger than she really is -Only child (overprotected) -Looks like a cinnamon rol, could actually kill you

Arthur “Artie” King -English -Comic fan -Anxiety -High IQ -Physics, Maths and Engineering student -Sings like Damon Albarn -Dances like a drunk giraffe. -Middle child syndrome (5 big sisters, 4 young sisters, 1 young brother. Ah, and a twin with a girl). -Always ends up burning something -Tries to be responsible. Never succeds -Fighting with the stupidity -Hates Francis... Or maybe not -Stubborn af -Doesn’t hates Becky but gets easily annoyed by her -Loves his family -Cares for his cousin -Always in the clouds -Comic fan with Neil -The Flash T-Shirt 24/7 -Likes trains -Likes cars -Likes planes -Passive-Aggresive -The youngest in his class -Looks like a cinnamon rol, could actually kill you

Alejandro “Alejo” Chimal -Mexican -LOVES DOGGOS -Has a little belly -Chemistry student -Forgein -Likes cooking -Bilingual -Manipulative AF -Plays guitar -Cries with Disney movies -Disney songs 24/7 -Screams “P*t*” in the stadiums even when nobody does it -Tried to be like Breaking Bad at some point -DETERMINATION -Cousin with Becky -Latin passion is fluid in veins -Mexico Footbal T-Shirt once a week -Annoyed face 24/7 -Really gets annoyed with your presence -Loves drama -Comedy King -Cassual gamer -Sinnamon rol.

Neil Murphy -American -Rich -Comic and manga otaku -Bad luck club -Wants to be a comic writer -Never break his dreams -Little Angel -Stressed 24/7x1000 -Still a high school student -Always ends up burning something x 1000000000000000 -Stupid tips 24/7 -Spider-man shirt 24/7 -Buys Hello Kitty stuff for his bestie/friend with no strings attached -Draws like a bad mangaka -Always positive -Nobody can’t get mad with him -The only time he’s aggresive is as gamer -POSITIVE AF 24/7 -Scared of his (supposedly) “Yandere” friend -Looks like a cinnamon rol, is a cinnamon rol

Milan Kawena-Hamasaki -Hawaiian-Japanese -Vegan -Shipper -Enginering student -Peace and love everybody -Actually kinda hippie -Indie music 24/7 -Big body -Ships Francis and River for some reason -Star child -Marvelous at math -Loves animals -Loves her granny -Loves everybody -Be careful when is mad -Sings worse than Britney Spears without autotune. Does it anyway. -Is a cinnamon rol

River Harris -American -Never cames out from her room -At least when nobody is out there. -Asocial af -Tries to be inexpressive -Cute when is blushed -Graphic designer -Plays the drums -Mythology fan -Coffee 24/7 -Freelancer -Always sees the negativity of life with a weird sad smile -Tic in the eye 24/7 -Orphan -Looks like the devil, is a cinnamon rol.

Francis Bonnehome -French-American -Cook -Looks like a Telenovela heartthrobe -Actually has good feelings -Nobody cares -Likes to ANNOY Arthur and Becky with his handsome face -Actually really likes Arthur but nobody knows (except from Milan) -FABULOUS 24/7 -Immigrant -Likes to annoy Arthur x 1000000000000000000000000000000000 -Is a cinnamon rol.

#Draw the Squads #Gina's Human OC's #Later I will update them #And maybe a few comics #YAS #I have to do more #Sorry I don't remember where i got the references I will update them when I found the owners

[ay0nha]

would you consider turning your i think im in love with you fic into a multi part story?????!!!! its so good i would die for more!!!!!!

Oh boy….don’t put ideas in my heads 👀👀👀 (if you feel comfortable message me privately so we can chat about this!)

#personal #ask #anon #damon albarn #damon albarn x oc #Damon Albarn x reader #damon albarn angst

[ay0nha]

idk if you’re taking requests or anything but i can’t stop thinking about working/being besties with jamie cause you’re an artist too and maybe u share a studio space or something and damon meets u and falls in love with you :’)))

"I think I'm in love with you." Damon Albarn oneshot

4K Words!! Your wish is my command - I know I went a little off from the request itself but I had a lot of fun writing this shout out to @lundenloves  for helping me along the way <3 !!!!!!! which if you're looking to read more Damon check out her story called "Platforms" on AO3, I cannot recommend it enough.

Hope you enjoy :))

"Christ," She cursed to herself quietly, letting go of the breath she was overly focused on holding in.

The noise of the buzzer pierced her concentration, causing the red  pigment to bleed into the blue creating a panicked swirl of purple. She  moved swiftly, pressing the button to let whoever was interrupting in  before going back to what was once in front of her. She hadn't really  listened to the way the person entered, clumsier than anyone she would  have recognized. She was accustomed to hearing Jamie's long sigh as he  would plop down in his chair, already talking about nonsense she wasn't   attached to, so much so she had almost added her customary mhmm's and oh really's.

She heard the voice before realizing who it belonged to, "Haven't seen you in a while."

She should have known, his voice being one of the most recognizable there is. Yet, as habitually as ever, she was too caught up in the way the paint was drying in front of her. She hadn't quite looked up at him yet as she tidied up quickly as if she were hiding what she was working on.

As she crumped up the old paper towels and plunged a few brushes into the same cup of dirty water, she could see in her peripheral Damon moving towards her with ease. The space itself welcomed him better than she ever could.

"Damon," She greeted finally with a kind smile, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for your counterpart," He matched her smile once he saw her eyes.

"He's hard to track down these days," She agreed with his sentiment, "I've been here for the past few months and I'm starting to think he won't come around at all."

"Think he's cheating on us?" Damon chided.   He had almost missed her slight flush as she was doing a tremendous job at keeping her shock at bay, but as she continued to busy herself he knew his sudden appearance caused some sort of ripple.

"Oh, absolutely," She commented back before her motions halted almost suddenly to say, "I didn't know you'd be out here..."

"I'm meeting Jamie, actually," Damon said, pulling a hand from his pocket to look at his phone as if about to show her proof, "We're working on something."

"Gorillaz?"

He nodded his head and said, "Can't tell anyone though."

She mimed her lips being sealed before going over to the window to open it, the situation unintentionally warming her. She would have liked a warning that a guest would be coming to the studio. It had been months of just her and the countryside interacting with an occasional pop-in from Jamie. He was kind enough to lend her his extra space while her's was being fumigated but busy enough to not stay with her. But it wasn't the unexpected guest who threw her off it was how the interaction started almost identical to how the two had met.

He was trying to hold back his love, but lost easily as the words fumbled out, "I think I'm in love with you."

"I tend to have that effect,"  She mused through the cigarette between her lips as she held open the door for him, "I promise it's just the tattoos."

At the time, she had no idea of the sincerity of his confession. She believed it was only because she had answered the buzzer that allowed him to enter. She also believed that his intoxication helped. For better or for worse, she couldn't decide as they stepped further into the dark studio.

"You know," Damon started loudly, only to realize his volume and adjust, "I've seen you around here."

"Yeah," She confirmed absentmindedly at the start of small talk, something she detested, "Jamie has downstairs, I've got upstairs."

"You're an artist too?" He asked with surprisingly genuine interest, "I thought maybe you and Jamie..."

Everyone thought that. They thought that for years as Jamie and her were attached at the hip throughout art school and even now finding a way to be around each other when they've got drastically different things going on in their lives. He was successful and she was still finding her momentum, but through whatever stage they were in they'd be by each other's sides. Naturally, that lead to those around them to always assume the same thing; they were an item.

So, through practiced speech, she responded, "Just friends."

"Noted." Damon smiled at this as if it was the best news he had received in a very long time.

"What was it you needed?" She tried to get back to the point as she felt watched his eyes linger on her art, something she forgot to move from Jamie's part of the studio. However, it helped remind her that she was in the middle of something and didn't exactly plan on entertaining a stranger, at least for much longer.

"It's escaped me at the moment," Damon laughed lightly, scratching the back of his head effectively ruffling his hair as if somehow that'd help bring the task back, "It was something to do with Jamie, maybe?...Maybe...No, it's gone."

"Want me to call you a taxi, then?"

She took his exit up the stairs as a no. She wanted to say she regretted letting him in, but she was intrigued to see how far his antics would go especially within her space. Usually, her space wouldn't allow others to enter as everything was always messy and scattered. But she was going through a dry period, everything was tidy. It was only tidy due to her procrastination. She took all day organizing, cleaning, and anything that could be an excuse to not work.

There were commission pieces she should have been working on, but she always hated commission pieces. It was the nature of her work though. When there was no work or creativity happening it was much easier to open it up to those who knew what they wanted. The same way Damon knew what he wanted to find when his eyes scanned over her space. It was authentically her and that's when he knew his confession just moments ago was one of the most earnest things he'd ever said. The following being the second:

"You really are-"  Damon drew in a breath, his words clearly meshing together due to his stupor, but he worked through it as best he could only to repeat his earlier confession, "I love you."

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" She asked through pure confusion, finding his words to be an unorthodox way to come onto someone. She couldn't figure him out yet and struggled to understand his intentions. Sure, he was acting in character for the way she had understood him through the context of the media and Jamie, but a wild-card was still a wild-card.

"I wasn't," He answered bluntly and honestly causing her to blush softly, "But since you asked, is it working?"

She ignored him, watching how he moved through the studio. She'd seen him around too but never bothered to interact with him put off by his so-called charm. Only once had she asked Jamie about him and Jamie laughed her off almost immediately, telling her that Damon and she would be like oil and water. Yet, up until this moment, he hadn't seemed so bad.

"I'll take that as a not yet," Damon continued the one-sided conversation, eyebrow raised and eyes still on her.

He knew what it meant to invite someone into a space meant for only you, meaning she couldn't have been that put off by him, but he knew he was treading on thin water. At a moment's notice, all of what was in front of him could vanish and it all depended on her.

But he couldn't help but continue, "This isn't all you, is it?"

"The space? Yeah..." She confirmed simply, shaking off any previous self-consciousness. She could have left it as a simple answer, but her throat was starting to get dry with her own lack of reciprocation, or at least that's what she told herself in order to continue, "...I mean I technically rent from Jamie but-

"No, I mean- It's all the same," He said as looked down to pick up some stacks of linen canvas to see what was under only to see variations of the same thing.  

"Well-uh-" Her eyebrows scrunched together trying to figure out what he meant. She felt quick to defend herself, her guard naturally going up now that her art was the subject being shared between the two, but she left it at that to see if it would develop into an insult or if it was plain commentary.

He thought she'd say more, so when he looked up to find her looking at him expectantly he looked back down at her work to comment, "It's all very distinctly you, but it's all...safe."

She laughed. But she was quick to cut it short as his head snapped up to catch it. It wasn't loud or strong, it was barely there as if the laugh itself was her own realization that she could let her breath go with him.

"Something funny?"

"You is all," Her eyes lingered on him like an old friend.

"You don't know me," He mused with a broad smile.

"I know enough."

"What lies has Jamie told you?"

"What hasn't he told me?"

"You ask about me?" His eyes threatened to twinkle thinking he caught her but he soon stumbled when he heard her laugh again.

"You of all people should know how Jamie loves to complain."

"Ah," Damon leaned back on an empty space of the desk to see how she'd barely moved from the doorway from the start of their conversation, "He's quick tight-lipped about you "

"It's not the same," She moved to him, slightly nudging him out of the way without actually making contact. She spread out the canvases so he could see how they all formed one large piece.

"I stand corrected."

"Partially," She sighed as she cocked her head, eyes glued to what was laid out in front of her, "It is safe. I've been having a block lately and this is in fact...safe."

She admitted it out loud for the first time and let alone to herself. It was hard to watch Jamie flourish and to stay stagnant beside him. Of course, she was proud of his success but she was still waiting for her break.

"Does that bother you?"

She just eyed him for a moment. In this short interaction she caught on quickly he'd much rather fill the silence than sit in it. He was trying to dangle the fruit in front of her face but she was far too interested in the serpent in front of her.

"Clearly not as much as it bothers you."

"I mean, it doesn't represent my block," He mirrored her sudden attitude, then followed with, "Why not try something new?"

"I've done that plenty, this is what I work with," She gestured to her surroundings.

"Think you could draw me?"

"Jamie's the drawer."

"Paint me then."

"I work with oils, you don't just do oils."

He looked at her, no words were needed for what was going to happen. If she wanted him gone he would have been long gone, kicked to the curb. But the way she was looking at him, the way she responded to him looking at her was a good sign.

I'll bite, she thought as she pulled out a chair for him. He simply sat he watched her unpack her space. He knew it looked too perfect to truly be hers. Her mind was also running and he knew it had to reflect that. She glided over her space arranging it in as naturally as ever. She was opening up just enough for him to see into her mind.

She didn't hesitate to move his body like she was his puppeteer. She pushed his knees together, pulled his shoulder upright for better posture, placed his hands to rest on one another, moving him into the perfect position to say, "Stay very, very still."

"Watercolors?"

"I know," She cringed at his comment while her frown agreed with his intonation, "I'm attempting to try something new."

"I like it."

"Don't lie," She smiled through her eye roll.

"It doesn't suit you," He shook his head, responding earnestly, the way she requested. Damon felt that she was always slightly out of reach for him. Whether  that was Jamie being their common denominator or that he was too afraid to change anything regarding their barely-there   relationship.  There was always something going against them. Even now, occupying the same space, the two were unsure of what to do  with each other, but Damon did his best to continue, "I saw you ended up having that gallery we talked about, I'm sorry I wasn't able to go.."

She knew what he was talking about, but she played dumb for her own sake, "Oh, right, that! That was, wow, years ago..."

This time around, he wasn't able to distinguish the underlying emotion she hid extremely well clearly from a lot more practice. If only he knew how his lack of attendance crushed her at the time.

"Surprisingly, at things like this you're actually supposed to talk to the people," Jamie poked fun at how she hung by the door.

He said he'd be here. He promised her even, yet at this point in the night, it would be pointless if he showed up as it was getting closer and closer to the end. The introductions had passed, the auction had passed, and the celebration was just about to as well. She should have known that he was just being friendly, a normal response to a half-hearted invitation. She had sat on it for days, praying he'd come around just so he could maybe overhear the biggest achievement of her life. He had done exactly that. Up until the day of her exhibit she questioned, regretted how nonchalantly she asked him to join her on such an important night and how nonchalantly he responded.

"I've made my rounds don't worry," She responded, not paying mind to Jamie too much.

Jamie saw the way her eyes couldn't stay in one place for long, always ending by the door. "Are you waiting for someone?"  

Her eyes snapped to his as if that was the most offensive thing he could have said, "Of course not, just seeing if more people are coming."

"Plenty are here don't you think?" He was having trouble reading his friend. Usually, he could read her like the back of his hand, and usually when he couldn't someone else was involved and she wasn't telling him, "I'm not sure you can fit more people in."

"Jamie," She let out a quick breath, trying to figure out a smooth transition or way to ask what she really wanted to know, but decided against it and held up her empty glass to say: "Let's go find a refill, yeah?"

She cringed at the memory, at the way she believed so wholly in someone. She was young then, so she couldn't blame herself for her naivety.

"Next one you have, I'll be there," He continued, trying to uplift the suddenly sullen atmosphere.

He had promised to be there and he was. That night he lost count of how many times he walked past the gallery, but he couldn't cross the threshold for some reason. He blamed it on Jamie being there. Damon always was envious of Jamie in some fashion, but usually, it was something he could get over within a few minutes, but this, something had changed.  

He knew that there was something else holding him back, maybe it was how badly he wanted to be able to experience her. However, he felt as though if he went in it would be a selfish act. He saw how the cameras were already trying to gravitate towards Jamie, she didn't need the headache of him unintentionally stealing the spotlight. She worked hard, he could see it in each piece. It was different from what he last saw, it had grown.

"Right," She smiled and nodded, everything polite and courteous just like the conversation, "Well..."

Her tone sensed the ending and welcomed it as awkward as it was, but due to the memory, Damon wasn't as ready to give up, "You've got time for a smoke?"

He had assumed her response, already having his supplies in hand, but before anything could go further she stepped in to say, "I quit, actually."

"Really?" His eyebrows raised as he tucked his lighter and carton away, respecting what she said.

"You sound surprised," She laughed lightly, "Don't tell me I've lost my appeal."

"Never," He shook his head, his tone a little too sincere.

"Damon'll be coming 'round in a few," Jamie yelled up to her.

For a moment, she thought nothing of it, but her nerves thought everything of it. She thought there wouldn't be an issue as long as she stayed in her respective space. It wasn't the first time Damon was coming around, but these days it felt more frequent. Usually, she'd let the two chat about whatever business they were doing. The only times the two had any sort of exchange was when she had to walk through Jamie's studio to leave through the front with a brief hello followed by a sudden goodbye.

Of course, she didn't have to, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment to get her downstairs while he was there without it being blatantly obvious as to why she suddenly joined the two. But today, the reason her hands started to sweat slightly was that the last time she promised herself she wouldn't stay quiet upstairs or leave the environment altogether. She was determined to join.  

She was quick to make up some sort of excuse on how she couldn't smoke on her floor, claiming the smoke and the paint simply couldn't mix. Thus making it easy for Jamie to offer his window to her. She had timed it perfectly, to already be there when Damon had arrived. She acted like a painting, hanging toward the wall, sitting on the chair in a purposefully relaxed manner as she tapped her cigarette out the window rhythmically. She wasn't really listening to what the two men talked about, but certainly paid attention to the way Damon's eyes had followed her movements as he spoke to Jamie.

Jamie wasn't blind, he saw the glances and shy exchanges between the two. He had always been a good friend to the both of them, but he was torn on whether or not to intervene. There were times Jamie thought about intervening directly, but he knew she would never forgive him if he did. So it was the little things he could help orchestrate, like offering to run out and grab lunch and taking the long way back.

It was quiet between Damon and her now that they were alone. Damon scratched the back of his head as he looked down at the papers on the desk he was just discussing, trying to hide his growing smile. She, however, stayed firm in her position. She felt that she had done enough by choosing to be down there and now the ball was in Damon's court.

He was being more boyish than she'd ever seen him before, continuing to run his fingers through his hair and move around the space tapping on various surfaces and fiddling with random objects until he came up with a question, "Mind if I bum one?"

She didn't love to smoke, but she didn't bother to stop either. It went with her image, or well the image she was trying to create for herself. Wordlessly, though, she held out her carton to him while taking another for herself. Swiftly, he flicked the cigarette from his fingers and tried to catch it between his lips only for it to bounce off his nose and hit the floor.

"That usually work?" She laughed at him lightly. Part of her was tempted to try it herself, but she just fiddled the tobacco between her fingers and then placed it behind her ear.

He laughed along with her, placing it purposefully on the edge of his lips to say, "It's a gamble each time, but I thought I was getting better."

"Performance issues are nothing to be ashamed of."

He rolled his eyes as he lit his cigarette, coming closer to blow most of his smoke out the now shared window. He crossed one ankle over the other to lean on the open window and face her fully as she stayed seated and looked up to him.

"You've been alright?" He asked cooly through an exhale of smoke, trying to cover up the fact that he was dying to know.

"Can't complain too much from the last time we chatted."

Damon was grateful for the small talk, even though he could see it was eating her alive. It was good to see that something about her hadn't changed too much. Otherwise, he could see how she had evolved, flourished into what she was today. Physically, she hadn't really changed, but she carried herself differently. It was admirable. He wondered what he looked like from her perspective. He wanted to ask what had happened in the handful of years, but like always Jamie was the one to prevent that.

"Damon-"Jamie said his name through surprise as he entered undetected by the two that had been so caught up in each other, "You're early."

"And you're a few months late," She stepped past Damon and immediately enveloped Jamie in a bone crushing hug.

She held onto him tightly as he spoke, "Sorry 'bout that, I've been so caught up-

"No worries, no worries, it's a nice surprise to see you," She said, holding onto the back of his neck to give it a squeeze before letting go and holding him at arms length only to pull him back in again.

Absence definitely made the heart grow fonder. She had missed her best friend, more than she thought she would. Their schedules never had time for another and it has been stressful to not have someone to bounce ideas off of or simply have someone beside you during periods of boredom. It only bothered her slightly he was here for Damon, but she'd take advantage of having him within arms reach.

When she finally felt like she was ready to let go again she hurriedly asked him, "How long are you here for?"

"As long as you want me to be," He told her as he pulled off his jacket and made himself comfortable in his own area.

"Come on now," She smiled at the idea, but knew it couldn't be true even though Jamie was never one to be flippant with his words.

Uncharacteristically, Damon stayed quiet during their exchange. He needed to observe the two. Observe how she reacted a lot differently to seeing someone else after a long period of time.  As for Jamie, a friend he could call an old one, never once expressed the same enthusiasm towards his presence. Granted, Jamie and Damon spent more time together than apart, but that didn't stop him from questioning the clearly different behaviors around him. Yet, in this moment all he chose to see was that something had shifted between the two best friends.

"I'm serious," Jamie confirmed, "I'll be on holiday soon and I was thinking you and I could-

"Ah," Damon expressed loudly as if realizing what had changed before he pointed between the two. He meant to keep it to himself, but it needed to be acknowledged, "I see now that you...so you two finally..."

"God no!" She practically yelled, burning at the assumption. Then she nervously let out, "I mean we kissed once when we were like what? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Kissed?" Damon couldn't help but ask aloud about the uncovered information.

"We were drunk," Jamie agreed with her, shaking his head, "I barely remember it myself."

The air wasn't tense, but it was definitely awkward. She didn't know why she said it, her intentions were to clear the air. The kiss truly meant nothing, it confirmed they were destined to be friends. She meant for it to be a way to tell Damon that she would never look at Jamie the way she looked at him, but her words betrayed her.

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MASTER LIST (perpetually in progress)

Key: *= smut // what's at the top is the most recent

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Nanami Kento:

"Death is a Mirror" prologue, part I

Satoru Gojo:

When shall we meet again in thunder, lightning, or rain? prologue, part i, part ii

(LIVE ACTION) ONE PIECE:

Sanji:

Request ( x matrie d!reader) (part II) Request ( x witch/doctor!reader)

Buggy:

Request (x smuggler!reader)

Shanks:

Request (x clairvoyant!reader)

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Tommy Shelby

“An Ode to Ruination” (One-shot), part II (of sorts) “Venus Rising” Request

THE BEAR (FX):

Pastry Chef Luca

“Idle Hands” (One-shot) “Boiling Point” (on hiatus)

HARRY POTTER/ FANTASTIC BEASTS:

Remus Lupin

“The Sweet Refrain of Temptation” “Love is a Losing Game”

Theseus Scamander

“Some Unholy War”, II, III, IV

TLOU:

Joel Miller

“Lament of My Heart”* (One-shot) “Relief in Destruction” (One-shot)

Tommy Miller

“Dead Man Walking,” Part II “Violent Delights, Violent Ends,” Part II, Part III “Sugar For the Trail”* (One-shot)

MARVEL:

Bucky Barnes

“Pain in My Heart“ (One shot)

Dr. Stephen Strange

“Strange Days” (One-shot)  “Here to Bargain” (Request) “Fate’s Sacrifice” (Request) “Strange Policy”* (One-shot)

Druig (Eternals)

“Venus in Blue Jeans,” II

Peter Park (TASM)

“Long Days” (One-shot)

BLUR/GORILLAZ:

Damon Albarn

Tomorrow Nevermore (Series)  ”Dilf!Damon Smut” (Headcanon) ”Current era Damon” (Headcanon) “Dating ‘98/’99 Damon” (Headcanon) “‘98/’99 Damon Smut”* (Headcanon) Request (One-shot) Undertones  (Series/On hiatus)

Jamie Hewlett

“Kiss of Death“* (Request)

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