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lgwifey · 2 years

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parties and pyjamas

noel gallagher x fem!reader

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

summary : Y/n's life was nothing short of ordinary. She left her friends and family behind for her dad's job but soon made new ones.

warning : n/a

1988

She was nineteen when she left Manchester. It wasn't even like she only moved to Blackpool or something, no her dad just had to get a job in Whitechappel !

Y/n waved goodbye from the brand new Ford's passenger seat, the boxes and bags of luggage taking up both the boot and the back seats. Her friends all waved back, the rotten group of council estate kids she been sibling tight with since as far back as she could remember, the rotten kids she'd been apart of her whole life. There was only one person missing.

"Ready to go ?"

The voice hid the pain. Three months ago you wouldn't think that this would be happening, nothing out of the ordinary would seem to be happening.

"Yeah,"

Her voice was pulled out to be more steady after her start of words,

"Yeah let's get goin' ."

Her bitten hands pulled the grey seatbelt over her torso and clicked it into the red buttoned slot.

He wasn't there when she needed him. The past few years that had been happening way to often.

So she got driven away. She left with her eyes locked on the pair of matching ice blue eyes as his younger brother waved her off.

1992

The room echoed, a thud filling y/n's head. She rushed her way through the clusters of sweaty and drunk adolesence.

If it wasn't for it being Jess' party there would be no way in hell that she'd be here right now. She had been struggling to keep down stomach acid all week and the slightest bit of noise freaked her brain into acting as if someone was playing the drums in her head. Yet here she was, dolled up to the nines in the tightest and shortest dress she owned with a full face of makeup and her hair done. Her shoes where casual blue and white adidas.

Well, casual blue and white, vomit splattered adidas now.

Thats how Jessica found her, bent over next to the front garden gate throwing up onto Hazel's bloomed petunias.

"Oh y/n/n ! My mum's gonna kill me."

When the brunette twenty year old finally pulled her friend out of the flowers she scouldered her, only then did more yellow stomach acid poor itself on the other set of golden flower's Hazel had just finished planting the other week.

"I'm dead !"

By the time everyone had been kicked out of the house by the youngest Albarn it was just passed two am.

She threw herself on her single bed, y/n following after.

"Hey, if you wanna look on the brightside, you can always just blame it on Damon ?"

Jess pushed herself up to balance on her elbows, so she was able to glare at her friend.

"I'm next to positive that he's in London, why d'you think I held it tonight."

Y/n gave a groan, straightening her head to stare up at the popcorn ceiling again.

The entire of downstairs was covered in post-teen chaos residue. The girls had had the genius idea to put one of y/n's little brother's baby gates on the stairs which had somehow kept all the drunk idiots they called friends away.

"When d'your folks get in ?"

"Eight twenty."

Her brain wasn't ready to do maths yet but she was near positive that her body wouldn't be up by then if she felt asleep now.

So, y/n reluctantly pushed herself off of the duvet and back down the stairs, muttering to Jess that she can stay in bed and that she'll sort out the mess.

It took about two more hours to fully tidy the house and y/n was sure that the Albarn's neighbours where going to kill the twenty three year old for turning the hoover on at 4:30 am.

As she was about to lock the front door, the handle slid down and the white plastic cracked open. She felt her body jump out of it's skin but took a breath smothered in relief when a blonde haired twenty four year old peaked through.

He fully emerged when he found the lights to be on.

"What time d'ya call this young man ?"

The y/h/c girl gave a mocking tut after Damon had shut the door and was slipping his coat of.

He mustn't of noticed she was there because his body stumbled backwards and nearly onto the floor upon finding her standing in the open door's frame.

"Oh, right. Just you."

Damon picked himself up, scowling at the grinning woman.

"Don't you have your own house to get to ?"

"Aren't you a fully grown man sneaking into his parent's house at half four ? By the way, your mum and dad aren't back intill eight."

He gave a hum in reply, moving to the livingroom to sit down. His bag was thrown on the couch and he soon followed. It took Damon a minute before he looked around the room in confusion.

"It's tidy."

He gave y/n a bizzare look.

She followed his actions and flopped onto the same couch, falling into his side whilst he threw an arm over her shoulders.

"Pity, s'always fun to see Jess in a panic."

Y/n smacked his chest, a contrast from her other action where she nudged her head into the partition between his shoulder and neck.

"Don't be mean Albarn."

" 'm not being mean."

There was a wave of comfortable silence, the pair relaxing into each other as y/n's smudged eyelinered eyes fluttered shut. The moment ceased when she felt a callus finger drift over her cheek, waking her up a bit.

She was still half asleep and had completely forgotten she needed to change out of her clinging dress.

"You okay ? You're looking a bit peaky."

"Just tired."

Damon gave a laugh, he always loved when she was tired, her accent always came out thick.

One of the things he loved about her, her peculiar accent. Before she moved a few doors down four years ago, he'd never noticed how cute a manchester accent can be. She'd quickly faided it after living in Whitechappel for a year so he barely got to hear it, but when she was tired it always reappeared.

Y/n gave a disgruntled groan when she felt the body beside her move and ended up falling into the arm of the couch.

"Come on, bed."

She refused to move, throwing her legs up onto the rear of the seat and curling up into a ball, drifting off. Before she knew it, she was in Damon's arms and being carried up the stairs, having been dropped onto the floor for a moment as the man wrestled with the baby gate.

1994

They sat together again, y/n crushed against Damon's side as she finished tidying up from another of Jessica Albarn's house parties.

"Coping 's my favourate still."

Their indepth, no out of limit chats at three in the morning. They happened for often than they used to, even though Damon was away more often and y/n was struggling with the life of an ordinary adult in England.

"Really ?"

She gave a hum at his question, turning so she was able to look in his eyes whilst they spoke. Damon dropped his hands so they relaxed around her hips and she opened her mouth to reply.

"It's lyrics are real, they're not a stor-"

The conversation was cut off by the front door opening.

Hazel appeared in the livingroom soon after and immediatly caught sight of the two mid-twenty year olds looking like deers caught in headlights.

Y/n pulled up her pyjama top which was dropping down and Damon slowly retracted his hand from it's resting spot of y/n's hip.

"Oh."

Before she could further her shock, Keith appeared in the doorframe, soon growing an equally as shocked expression.

His son with his daughter's best friend.

His son with the northen girl from down the road. Not that he had anything against y/n being from the North, but he wouldn't be overly-estatic if she were to date Damon.

"Oh."

"Hi."

"Urm, hello darling,"

Hazel tryed to disguise the shock she was dealing with at the moment,

"Where's Jess ?"

"Oh, she's upstairs. She got tired after the third movie."

"Oh, okay."

"Shouldn't you two be sleeping ?"

At Keith's question, Damon gave a scoff. Sometimes they forgot he was twenty six. Plus, he only got to visit home every few weeks, why would he spend the time sleeping.

"Yeah whatever. Come on tweedle dumb."

Damon found himself dragging the half asleep y/n up the stairs, her polka dot pyjama bottoms straping against the carpet as she stumbled behind him.

The next morning, well afternoon, y/n found herself doing a walk of shame down the road to her house. Three doors to pass and a handfull of parenys giving her dirty looks as they walked their children home from school and crossed paths with the pyjama clad twenty five year old who was walking barefoot.

As she clicked open the ocean blue painted front door, she found two pairs of unfamiliar shoes on the white carpet, next to her little brother's baby sized reeboks.

"Dad ! Sarah! I'm home."

Her shouts dragged out in a questioing tone and face was the perfect picture of utter confusion but her question was answered immediatly once she entered the living room.

Upon stepping past the silver line which sat awkwardly on the floor of the doorframe, y/n found two faces sat on the double couch. Two face which she hadn't seen in five or six years.

She let out a scream before running over to them, falling over the brothers as she tryed to hug them both. Y/n let go and Noel shifted over so she could sit between them.

"You didn't tell me they where coming !"

The woman scowled at her dad who was sat in the armchair across the room with a grin plastered on his face.

"If i'd of known, I could've delayed Jess' party last night so you can meet all me mates."

"Nice pyjamas by the way."

Y/n elbowed Liam after his comment causing the younger man to break out into laughter and Noel to grow a smile.

"Well they already-"

Y/n shot a discrete glare to her dad as he began to speak. Everyone knew you didn't bring Oasis and Blur up to the other band's members. You especially don't let on to the Gallagher brothers that the lead singer of Blur lives a few houses down from where they're sat.

"They're already familiar with what you look like in pyjamas, could barely ever get you home when we lived in Burnage."

He turned to look at Sarah after his juttery cover up,

"The boys lived on the same street and I think the sleepovers where endless."

"You cut me off me sleepover extravaganzers when I was fourteen."

Y/n rolled her eyes, complaining.

After about an hour of random conversation, catching up on each others lives since y/n left the estate and on the Burnage gossip, Sarah had to leave to go and do her shift at the local hospital and y/n's dad had to leave to go and visit her step-grandparents. Mikey, y/n's little brother, was sat on Liam's lap whilst the toddler attacked a small tub of playdoh. They had to look after him seeing how he couldn't go to work with his mum and his had a fear of his grandparent's boxer dog, understandable seeing how it bit him when he was one.

The kid had attatched himself to Liam after loosing his awkward shyness aroud the stangers who had suddenly appeared at his house. Y/n had her suspicions of it being because the twenty two year old was wearing a similar top to him.

When the parents left, y/n put a Billy Joel cd on as background music, much to Liam's distates.

"Y'know, down south's drove you soft y/n/n."

She rolled her eyes at him, Noel relaxing and throwing an arm over the girl's shoulder.

"Why, cause I ain't nickin' bikes from corner shops with yeh."

"Y'know what I mean."

"Drop it Liam."

Noel sent a glare over y/n's shoulder from his position relaxed against the couch back.

"Just saying."

Liam threw his hands up in defence, Mikey joining the conversation with a pouting lip.

"Y/n. I'm hungry !"

Her eyes flickered over to a clock which was dustily sat on the fireplace's white mantlepiece.

It made sence, it was three in the afternoon and he hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast seeing how the brothers turned up just before lunch, so she'd been told.

"Y' want beans an' toast ?"

A grin littered the three year old's face as he nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion, jumping off Liam's knee and dragging the man to follow his sister, who was heading in the direction of the kitchen. Noel followed after his brother, feeling awkward staying by himself.

The y/l/n's kitchen and dining room where connected so whilst y/n dashed in and out of kitchen cupboards to get the things needed for Mikey, Liam was dragged to sit at the six-seater table. Noel sauntered in behind his brother and leant against the counter, watching his friend quickly cook up the fine british cuisine for her little brother.

Mikey had started on his interigation question to Liam. He had finally come out of his shell and y/n was cringing at every mouth he spoke, begging the toaster to hurry up so she could find something to shut him up.

"So, how do you know y/n ?"

"Well, we grew up together in Manchester."

"Manchester."

Mikey mimicked Liam's accent before laughing.

"I've been to Manchester before."

"Have you ?"

"Yeah. My daddy took me to go and watch City against Liverpool."

The Gallagher boys gave grins at the mention on their football team, but before either could strike up conversation, Mikey was onto his next question.

"Are you dating my sister ?"

Y/n nearly choked on Mikey's question, which was directed at Noel. Said manucunian had a uncomfortable expression on his face when Liam shifted to look at their reactions.

Y/n pratically threw the plate down infront of the toddler, handing him a set of green plastic cultery.

"Why don't you eat your food before it goes cold."

Mikey gave a nod and started eating the heinz beans in the center of his plate. The silence unfortunatly didn't last long.

"Because you where hugging before, and you had your arm over her."

"We're just friends."

Liam let out a snort, quickly apologising insencerly with laughter taking over him.

Soon y/n had re-distracted her brother with food and playdoh, giving her time to converse with her friends.

"Just friends ?!"

That was the first scoff off of Liam when Mikey had ran out of the room to go and grab one of his colouring books and felt tips.

"Couldn't prize youse two off of each other."

"Aight, well that where when we were kids Liam."

The conversation was immediatly ended when a scream was heard front near the front door.

In a panic, y/n ran towards where it sounded like Mikey was, she heard two sets of feet behind her as she dashed through the doorways.

He heart faltered in it's heavy pounding when she found the blonde vocalist who lived down the road in the doorway of the front door. Mikey was up in his arms, dramatically gesturing about something or the other.

Y/n assumed that the Gallagher brothers hadn't appeared behind her yet seeing how an outrage had occured.

"Dames ? Urm, what are you doing here ?"

The older man gave her a smile before pointing to the pair of bright white reeboks.

"Got them cleaned for you after last night."

She returned the smile, pulling him in for a quick hug and giving him a quick kiss whilst taking Mikey out of his arms and discretely opening the door. Her current task was to get rid of Damon before Liam and Noel saw or heard him, which she was surprised hadn't happen yet.

"Well i'll see yeh later Dames."

Before Damon could reply, the confused twenty six year old was push out onto the other side of the now closed, dark blue door.

Mikey had disappeared back into the livingroom when y/n turned back around. Noel was slouched against the doorframe, she looked to him, giving a soft smile to him.

Before she knew it, y/n was hugging Noel in a fashion which would suggest that they'd never lost contact.

"I'm realy sorry that I miss you leaving. Y'know that right ?"

The woman pulled herself against him more, resting her head on his shoulder whilst her arms where hidden by his black jacket he kept on at all times

Her responce was a hum before he let her go, turning her to face him.

"Look, the whole reason I came, other than feeling band 'cause i'm an arse who left y'. Look, we're goin' to the Brits next month and I know it's short notice, but I also know that you've always wanted t' go. So wanna go with us ?"

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missyporkbarreling · 5 months

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Leonid Konstantinovich Kovar

- A character living in tragedy

While I was out on my daily walk I realized just how like fucked up Leonid's life is and how it isn't really shined apon. Mostly because the last time Leonid had a line of dialogue was 12 fucking years ago

In his adolesence (because this is comics he's not given a difinitive age) Leonid went out on an expadition with his dad where they came across an alien space ship. Fiddling around with the craft it gave off a great amount of energy. Giving him super powers but seemingly killing his father, Konstantin.

He was then taken in by Konstantin's colleague and good friend Pyotr Raskov. Who while treated him like his own son was also the one to get him into the KGB while he was still a child. So

his first appearance doesn't give much (it's a very mediocre story, Leonid was yet to be developed and beyond Wally being a right fuck there isn't anything bad inflicted apon him)

but when he reappears in the new teen titans is when this gets interesting. in the interum Leonid had found a girl and they were hoping to get married soon. With Draut and Perez drawing him with similiar builds to Dick and Wally it's safe to say that Leonid and Maladi in this story are 18 or 17 going on 18.

Maladi had conracted a horrible illness that was not only killing her but would cause rabid cellular deteriation in anyone she touched. Leonid neither wanting his darling to suffer or for her to hurt or kill anyone else he volunteered to kill her. Because Maladi and Leonid only have 1 page where they talk it's unclear wether or not Maladi wanted to die but her final words shared through the doctor suggests that even if she didn't want to she understood the pain she caused by her existance.

jumping ahead several issues Leonid reappears as part of an exchange program between the US and the soviet union. Slightly confusingly when Hammer and Sickle kick down the door of star labs because they can't alow Leonid's secrets to fall into the hands of the US, he joins them in fighting the titans despite his moral objections. However once the cat is out of the bag that the gang of eight are trying to have him assassinated he joins back up with the titans despite it branding him a traitor to his state.

This leads to Leonid trying to ice Hammer because as Leonid says "you stole my life away from me, boris". But in what'll become an upsetting trend he's not alowed to get beyond that initial punch and kick as the titans save him from becoming a murderer.

Leonid's beautiful speech at the end of issue 49 is only slightly undercut with when he shows up once again this has seemingly been brushed over and he's back to living in the late Soviet union.

Inbetween this and his reapperance in the new titans it's assumed that he stayed in touch with the titans as the last thing Leonid and Vic tried to do here was beat the shit out of each other but Leonid later mourns cyborg as his best friend.

I will start to speed up as post titans hunt he becomes a fixture on the titans and there are only 2 examples of Leonid getting traumatized I wanna talk about.

Leonid is reintroduced after Victor Stone is shot out of a rocket and blown up above the icy tundra of Siberia. Where he found Vic's body and brought it to his adoptive father and his science boys to hopefully save Vic's life. They are semi sucessful but due to the state they found him in he's made a vegetable.

Which going off on a tangent it really fucking sucks that Wolfmann essentionally killed off a long time Titan jus so that Garfield and Leonid could be angsty about it.

Back on point. Unbeknownst to Leonid Raskov, ever the nationalist turned the corpse of his stepson's best friend into a weapon's platform for the soviet government. Can you see why I pin Leonid becoming an agent on Raskov?

Leonid is extremely ashamed for what his father has done and to try and get Vic back with his family agrees to "keep an eye on" their new weapon.

when Leonid, Vic and Sarah head back to Russia to try and fix cyborg up they're greeted by Pyotr and a bunch of bootleg cyborgs dubbed the metamen. Once they're captured (because again Vic is nothing but a vegetable in a weapons platform controlled by the ruskis) Leonid finally comes face to face with the man he hasn't seen in atleast 9 years (19 real world years) Konsantin Kovar is alive.

but Konstantin isn't here for a mere family reunion. He hates what the russian federation has become and with cyborg and Raskov's metamen he hopes to bring back the glory days.

And when Leonid is uncooporative because ofcoure why would he alow his best friend to become even more of a weapon Konstantin is resigned to jus turn his own son into a metaman. With the only thing stopping him being Pyotr finally growing a damned spine and refusing to hurt Leonid.

This rebellion however is short lived as Konstantin quickly catches up and with Raskov's continuing attempts to fight back Konstantin has cyborg kill him. And to ensure everyone else dies he blows up the complex for good measure.

After a failed attempt at president Yeltsin's life the woman Leonid had been working along side for all of this I never mentioned shoots Konstantin dead.

Konstantin gets turned into another metaman but this plot never goes anywhere and Leonid never learns of this

so within the span of a weekend Leonid finds out his biological father is alive, nearly becomes a mindless machine, has his adoptive father killed and then he witnesses his biological dad be killed again.

however Leonid persists. With him getting perticularely close to his teammate Pantha and her son Baby Wildebeest. And when he leaves the team they go with him.

While there's sadly very little buildup that I was able to pick up on Leonid becoming patriach of this quite queer little family unit is adorable and I wish we got to see more of it.

after Leonid's departure from the titans he made a few scamp appearances. mainly in the anniversary specials that brought every living titan together.

And then we get to he big one. Infinite Crisis.

Leonid, Pantha and Wildebeest head Connor's distress signal and meet in Smallville to fight against Super Boy Prime. and in the span of 2 pages (really 2 half pages because these deaths aren't given too much space) Leonid loses everything. enraged by the bullshit Prime is spewing Pantha jumps to try and claw at him only to have her head punched off. That head lands in front of their feat. Baby rushes at him but likewise he has a hole punched through him. Before Leonid can properly react Prime freezes him into a block of ice.

and if you're still following this I think you can sense a theme. Leonid's suffering almost always comes from throwing other characters by the way side and treating hem as disposable.

this to me is the most agrivating and aggregious one. With Victor's coma he was able to escape from that in an amazing sory. Baby and Pantha never go that. Pantha showed up one last time as an alternate timeline version of herself aided Booster Gold and Ted Kord in a world overrun by OMACs (which I have my own issues wih but this is about Leonid so I won't dwell), and baby? has never been seen again.

After this Leonid becomes a shell of the man he was. An angry recluse who only stops moping over what's been lost when his country is in danger. And to add insult to injury like Wolfmann before him Geoff Johns reverted him back to basics and made him an agent of the russian government. Despite that making no god damned sense with his history of russia's conservatives.

I will admit I have not read Geoff Johns' teen titans run and with how he butchered my favorite character and turned the other one into a jackbooted asshole I don't ever want to.

But what's important here is the call back to new teen titans 49 where despite how much pain and anguish Prime has subjected Leonid to. Slaughtering his family. Leonid is never alowed to give that cathartic beatdown that would not make all of this worth it but would soffen he blow.

ever since Wolfmann alone started writing him Leonid's life has been a whirlwind of tragedy. But through out all of it. Leonid continued to be nice, kind, and above all a god damned hero. Willing to risk life and limb if it meant saving people.

Geoff Johns did not continue this. the red star that Johns' wrote is not the character I fell in love with. He's a depressed asshole working for the people who made his life a living hell.

I just prey that one day we'll see the real Leonid Kovar again. His last appearance was in doomsday clock where he said nothing and was once again just a russian agent.

Him and Pantha hasn't shared panel space since she died. And that doesn't seem to be changing soon.

But I will not stop hoping.

If you've reached this far I just wanna thank you. This rant is way too fucking long but I needed to get it all out of my sysem. If like me you're a red star fan I would love to have a chat sometime (lord knows there ain't alot of us left). And if you're not a red star fan I especially thank you for reading these autistic ravings about something you care not for.

#leonid kovar #red star #teen titans #new titans #pantha #baby wildebeest #jesus fucking christ this is way too long

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