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not-sleepys-blog · 2 months

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Wolf!Nanami in heat

Content: Wolf hybrid Nanami who is have a rough time with his heat, !escort freader, masterbation, sex, size kink?, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,595

A/N: I made reader black because me too sis

“I don’t need help” Nanami grumbles into his phone, the voice on the other end sighs. “You can’t keep pretending that you can handle your heats by yourself, Nanami” Satoru, Nanami’s friend co-worker at the office he works at finally says. He can already imagine the shit eating grin on Satoru’s face as he continues talking. “You know this service is legit, they have all kinds of escorts, hybrids, sirens, succubus, and I’m pretty sure they even have humans working for them! Maybe I should try out a pretty little human.” Satoru giggles mischievously, earning an annoyed groan from Nanami as he hangs up on Satoru. Nanami tosses his phone on the couch next to him alongside balled up tissues and ripped up porno magazines that didn’t help satisfy his heat. His hand moves up to his hair, his nails digging into his scalp as he struggles to fight off the urge to punch a hole into his wall near his tv.

Nanami’s heats have always been bad but this never this bad. Satoru was right even though he didn't want to give him that satisfaction of being right. Nanami is at his breaking point, he should've known that the back alley doctor’s heat suppressants he’s been taking would eventually fail him.

He can feel his cock hardening again, basically pulsating in between his thighs as he’s sitting on the edge of his couch. He groans rather loudly, the overstimulation almost painful. He’s already come six times, maybe eight. He stopped counting being too lost in the temporary relief of jerking off to care. But no matter how many times he cums it still doesn’t ease up his heat and he knows he can’t do it alone anymore. It’s been proven that going heats alone puts the body through stress and causes health problems. It’s gotten to the point that the government legalized escort services, for all the lonely and single hybrids that didn’t have a partner to ease the heat.

The last thing he’d imagined himself doing was ordering from one of the many relief services he heard from Satoru and Suguru. He pushed it off for as long as he could but as the troublesome duo sent him links to various websites just as the haze of his heat came over him. By the time he realized he ordered an escort it was too late and there was no damn way to cancel. The worst part he didn’t know who he ordered, what he did know was that next time he saw Satoru and Suguru he was going to grab them by their tails and jump rope with their annoying asses.

The front door rings, his fluffy ears perking up as he’s pulled out of his thoughts. He stands up from the couch, his rock hard cock slapping against his thigh, dripping pre cum onto the floor beneath him. He doesn't even have enough common sense and mental capacity to put on pants or boxers, his breathing is ragged and heavy and his vision is blurry as he reaches the door to his apartment, yanking it open. He feels embarrassed when the cool air from the night time blows in from his doorway, the heat and musk of his more apparent but he’s too busy looking at you. His pupil dilating as a damn near debilitating rush of heat washes over him, his bushy tail swaying behind him, He wasn’t expecting a cute, petite human. He could probably break you in half if he wasn't careful. Your brown skin, curly hair, and curvy body was driving him crazy, well in his current state any woman would drive him nuts, but you were just… something else. Everything about you made his cock throb, the scent of your perfume and the way your hips moved as you rubbed your thighs together trying to hide your own arousal. “Fuck me” he muttered under his breath unable to tear his eyes away from you curvy figure. He wanted to break your tiny frame.

His hand reached out, grabbing your arm roughly, yanking you inside before slamming the door shut behind them. “You’re going to do as I say, understand?” He growled as he grabbed your face, squeezing it slightly, not enough to hurt you, he didn’t want to damage your pretty face. You nod, whimpering as your breath catches in your throat. Your nod satisfied him, he licked his lips as he imagined how good you would taste, how good you would feel around his cock. He imagined your soft moans and whines as you claimed his thick cock wouldn’t fit in your pretty little pussy. He shook his head to focus on the pretty little thing in front of him, making his tail wag. “On your knees, doll. You’re going to suck me off.” His voice, low and husky. You drop down to your knees taking his already hard cock into your hands, kissing the shaft before you licked a small lick along one of his veins. You open your mouth wide, taking his cockhead into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive spot beneath his foreskin. You sucked on his cock, your lips moving up and down his shaft, earning a groan from him as you massage his heavy balls. Nanami’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, his giant hands braced against the wall, his hips rocking slightly. “Fuck, thats a good little slut.” He praised.

You suck in your cheeks making your already tight mouth, more snug. Your teeth gently grazed against his shaft, you moaned around his cock as you took his full length. His eyes widened as you took his entire length into your mouth. He couldn’t help but moan, his hips rocking faster, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. His hands gripped your beautiful curls, holding your head steady as his fingers tangled into your locks. Nanami’s cock throbbed in your mouth, his cum building up inside of him ready to come out. He pulled out of his thick cock glistening with your saliva. “Stand up” he demanded as he pulled you up to your feet. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular body. His wolf ears twitched and his tail flicked behind him, the tip twitching with excitement. He stepped closer to you, his cock pressing against your pussy. Without any kind of warning he lifted you up, pinning you against the wall with one hand while using his other hand to yank down your skirt and panties. His cock rubbing against your sensitive folds, teasing your entrance. You whine in response to his teasing, he responded to your whines with coos “Shhh doll, be patient. You’ll get it soon enough.” He groaned as he rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against your wetness.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard” He groaned, thrusting his cock into your pussy “Ahh, fuck you’re so fucking tight babydoll” he moaned as he began to pound into you, his hips moving in sync with his thrusts. His cockhead hitting your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands slide down cupping your ass, squeezing it before giving it a slap, while his other hand grips your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck and collarbone.You let out a series of loud mewls, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “It’s too big… can’t take it, won’t fit.” You whined into the wall, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. Nanami growled, his wolf instinct taking over as he felt you clench around his cock. His ears perked up, and his tail swished back and forth. He couldn’t help but bite down on his lip, his teeth scraping against his skin as he thrust harder and deeper. The scent of your arousal filled his nostrils, your sweet moans and whimpers filled his ears, driving him to the brink of madness.”You feel so good around me” he growled, his voice filled with lust. “I’m gonna make you take every inch of my cock, and you’ll love it like a good little whore.” His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing it in circles, his thumb flicking over it with the write amount of pressure. His other hand tightened its grip on your hair, pulling your head back even further. He leaned in, his fangs grazing your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys as he whispered into your ear.

“Mine. You’re mine now doll, I’m going to fill you up and breed you yeah” He grunted his voice rough with desire as his own climax building rapidly. His cock twitched violently inside you, hitting your g-spot again and again. “‘M gonna cum” you babbled, his cock has you seeing stars as he rammed into you. “Gonna cum f’ me? Cum for me doll” A string of mewls leave your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you come around his fat cock. Your vision became blurred as he thrusted into you repeatedly.

His cock twitched violently inside you as he felt you hitting your peak. He thrusted into you, burying his entire length inside her, his cockhead hitting your cervix. He grunted as his knot formed before his cum spilled into your tight hole, filling it to the brim. His hand moved back down to your clit rubbing faster, milking every last drop of your orgasm from you. His hips sputtered, his cock still buried deep inside you, as he continued to pump his seed into you, claiming you as his. <3

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #jjk kento #kento x reader #kento smut #nanamin #sleepy’s thoughts #sleepy’s thoughts on nanami

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dior-roses · 5 months

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obsession, auston matthews

ꨄ︎ pairing: stepbro!auston matthews x reader

ꨄ︎ summary: he's a man obsessed, his mind replays any and every interaction he's had the honor to have with you. because let's face it, in his mind, you are more than just his step-sister, you are a goddess in his eyes. and who is he to not steal something for his earnings?

ꨄ︎ requested: yes/no

ꨄ︎ warnings: obsessive behavior, kind of dark(?), mentions of smut (like barely any, in my eyes), stepcest (do not condone, in fact, am highly against it), auston's lowkey got a god complex, a hint of reader being innocent, implied age gap (reader is 18!)

ꨄ︎ author's note: it's been so long since i've written anything and im so insecure in this so please love it! (give me validation). a self indulgent auston blurb (?) that came to mind when i saw this slutty little edit of him. please forgive me for any grammar mistakes to typos, for i wrote this while i was saying hello to my friend mary jane. much love to every one of you who decides to read this mess of a story, and shall we meet again!🤍

he should've felt disgusted with himself. his skin should be crawling with his current demeanor. the hairs in the back of his neck should be standing up straight when the idea briefed over his mind during the excruciating quiet family dinner that your parents force you guys to have nightly.

but he wasn't.

in fact, he was quite proud of himself, with how far he's gotten into this 'plan' of his. here he was, in the midst of the day while you were at school, attending your one out of only three classes you had to attend your senior year, standing in the middle of your bedroom.

he had taken the afternoon off, canceling his strength training, his excuse being that he was sick. along with his place of employment he texted you, the one thing that had been occupying his mind ever since he laid eyes on you. your parents having you guys meet, thus starting his obsession.

to their shock, neither of you were angry when your father announced that they had eloped. both of you sat across from the newly weds in a low light restaurant, with pristine christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling. a little annoyed, maybe; at least you were. you never got the chance to ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal. but from what you could see, he was perfectly contempt with the major life change.

he shifts in your room, walking backwards until the back of his calfs hit the edge of you bed, causing him to plop down harshly with an anticipated huff. your pure vanilla sent traveled to his nostrils, and himself becoming encapsulated with only you. his hands laid stoic along the tops of his thighs, even though he wanted nothing more than to palm himself through his pants. he was already half hard, just by your scent.

his eyes lingered to your nightstand, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips at just how perfectly girly it was. a picture of you laughing with your friends in your camp counselor shirt from the past summer, your forgotten airpods, which he thought about how irritated you were when you figured that out, a small pout on your lips. god, he wanted nothing more than to feel yours against his.

he would be happy if it was just on his cheek, as a thankful gesture.

as he admired your dimples through the glass of the picture frame, he could help but let curiosity get the best of him. that's how he got here in the first place, right? his eyes trailed down to the drawer that was painted a darker color than the rest of the dresser, to perfectly match the rest of your room.

he hoped one day he could see if your room truly matched you– light perfectly balanced with dark. he already knew the light part was too good to be true, with your big eyes that light up at the sight of him, but only enough that he would notice. the way you blush if he gets too close to you, not that he creeps you out or anything, but the fact that it was a man besides your dad that was this close to you. even if it was your step brother.

you didn't know why you felt this way around auston, you didn't know what made him different from any other boy you thought was pretty. bust auston was so, so, pretty that you couldn't help but redirect your eyes to your shoes when he caught your burning gaze. your skin burned from what seemed like hour from when he would place his hands on your waist to 'move you out of the way'. and it had only grown with time, with how nice he is to you and the names he calls you that he doesn't seem to do with anyone else. 'princess', 'baby', or even 'doll' when he's showing you how to swing a golf club, on those rare, rare, days when he could finally persuade you to come with him to the country club just down the street. he even bought you your own little golf girl outfit, all baby pink and white, to perfectly match the picture of you he has implemented into his mind.

and you had thought you were going to look ridiculous, and you did, until you saw the way he looked at you as you walked down stairs where he was waiting for you. a certain glint was in his eyes the entire day, and you couldn't help but squirm in the passengers seat as he was driving. trying to descreetly press your thighs together to at least try to ease the pressure and throbbing that was happening down there. you didn't know what caused the throbbing but it was so strange and unfamiliar that you couldn't help but sniffle lightly, suppressing a whine at how uncomfortable you felt. but you didn't completely hate it. especially not when auston was right next to you, his large frame blocking the street lights that passed by through his window, his side profile creating the perfect tattoo of a shadow on your face, one that you didn't want to go away.

of course he had noticed his little girl writhing around in the passenger seat of his car. her soft thighs pressing against each other, all supple and smooth from imperfections. he needed to be suffocated by them, the image he wanted to die from was your shaking body from all the pleasure he was causing you, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as he sucked you clit in between his full lips.

he had completely forgotten he was in heaven, (your room), when he felt the pulse from his balls that he was about the cum, all from the thoughts of your innocence and his hand that found his hard on cock through his sweatpants. he didn't want to do that yet, not without the one thing that caused him to be here in the first place.

the most obvious place would be the dresser, so he head towards that area of your room, placed right next to your closet. and surprise, surprise! the top drawer just happened to be your underwear drawer. all filed with pale colored bras and panties, not that they were old, but because those were the colors you loved; all muted and quiet, instead of vibrant and loud. you was shocked you had some lace and he would've gone for those, but that's not what he was going for.

his mind craved something less out there and more reserved. something that he had seen tossed in the washer with his colored laundry load, a pair of your painted that were red with white little hearts scattered across the cotton material. a throaty groan came from his as he felt his cock twitch, being retrained by the boxers and pants he wore.

he could only imagine your ass being perfect covered in white little hearts, or even getting a glimpse of them as you sit down next to him on the couch in the living room after a long day at school. your school uniform only urging on his obsession– a short little navy blue pleaded skirt with thigh high socks, and the cutest little best he had ever seen. the way the thick knitted wool spread across the curves of your breasts.

god, he was nothing but a man obsessed.

#auston matthews #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey #dark aesthetic #stepbro!auston #auston matthews smut #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fic #fanfic #romance #hockey boys #jack hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #ethan edwards #luke hughes #mark estapa

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wishfuldivine · 2 months

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PT. 3 of GhostSoapGaz, where Ghoap are always going on dates and keep bringing Gaz with them because they love him, but he doesn't know.

Gaz walked down the empty streets with his emotions in such a wreck. His mind was beyond a mush right now. Thoughts on an annoying limbo. The need to just get under his sheets in the comfort of his lonely room becoming a must.

His suppressed emotions were beginning to crack. The realization became clear when he witnessed the pure and genuine love between Soap and Ghost for the first time.

Soap had gotten a bullet near his shoulder which resulted in a bed rest for a couple of weeks. Ghost had been opposed on leaving the demolition sergeant by himself, always visiting. The softness and tender care in which Ghost assisted Soap with anything declared nothing but love. Soap soaking it all in with delight.

That's when he first cried in a very long time. Cried for being such an idiot and feeling like a complete asshole. As if he was breaking their trust without doing anything. He never should've fallen in love with them.

He was so lost in his own head that it took a moment to realize that his phone was vibrating in his jeans pocket. He paused on the sidewalk and took it out to see the incoming call. Soap. He sighed deeply, not knowing if he should answer it or ignore.

But ever the absolute sweetheart and caring man, he answered anyway. He didn't want for his fellow sergeant to worry for him despite the inner turmoil he's dealing with right at this moment.

"Garrick here."

"Gaz? Where did you go, lad? Everythin' okay?"

"I'm fine, mate. Just needed some air. It was very crowded there, yeah? I didn't want to be a pest with my claustrophobia, so I just came back to base."

'You're such a fucking liar.'

"Should've told me! Or Ghost! We would've canceled and gone back together. Your health over this. You know that."

He felt like crying again. The simple truth was that THEY would've done that. Being kind and understanding people even if different when on the line of battle, they definitely would've been so considerate of him. Their teammate. It elicited a small sliver of hope that it was because of love. Because they felt the same.

But alas, that was just wishful thinking. They were so in love with each other. And he was going to make sure to keep it that way.

God, why did he have to fall in love? With them no less? Sometimes, he wished they were annoying and simply cunts. It would've made everything so much better and not be in this predicament.

Such a fucking mess. Big mess.

"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks, though. You enjoy the rest of the night, mate. See you later." He hung up without letting Soap finish what he was saying. Or maybe he didn't bother to care.

He rubbed a hand over his face with another deep sigh. It felt like the one hundredth time of doing so. It was beginning to get tiresome.

'I can't fucking do this.'

He needed a break from all this. He fucking needed it so badly. With the sudden change of mind, his eyes roamed the area and landed on a pub a couple of blocks away. Maybe a few drinks will be good for him instead of drowning in the emptiness of his room and tormented heart.

Everything was hurting too much. And maybe, just maybe, drinking his sorrows away will do.

#kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostgaz #soapgaz #ghostsoapgaz #gaz x soap #gaz x ghost #ghoap #call of duty #cod #angst #my baby needs a fucking hug #he's really going through it #the many times i had to rewrite this was insane #ali writes

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stuffforme2 · 1 month

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Okay listen I lvoe the pjo books and series with all ym heart but.. everyone talks about them like they're perfect WHICH THEYRE NOT any problems are kinda brushed under the rug and I find thst kinda werid? Like you'll see other books and TV shows get dragged and canceled for the stuff in Riordan books and yet pjo doesn't?? So.. uhhHHHH yeah that's jsut something I noticed.

The weird relationshipd ynamics. Rick is like allergic to someone bring okay with being single or jsut aromantic like you can say Reyna but her having a crush kn Jason?? Yes she rejected Apollo but her relationship with Jason deterioted brcuz she had a 'crush' on the guy and that doesn't really amke sense to me (I can go into so much detail kn this)

AND LEO AND CALYPSO OMFG that is a toxic relationship. The age gap. The way calypso treats Leo. The fact Leo SHOULD NOT be with someone like this man hasn't dealt with his attachment and Abandonment issues like st all?!

The literal only black character in the pjo books being beckendorf.. then he dies. Then the Korean/Asian (I'm not sure sorry) character dies, Ethan. And like I understand Percy is hinted st being Hispanic (have seen many ppl talk about this dont mnow if it's common knowldhe) but it's never confirmed or added??? I know Rick fixes it later but it's still weird to me lmaoo

Rick unable to keep consistent personality. Woobigying Nico OH MY GOD NICO HE BECOMES GAY AND THSTS WHDT EVERYONE FUCKING FOCUSES ON AND HE SHOULD'VE NEVER GOTTEN WITH WILL ATLWAST NOT THAT QUICK it's not healthy. Their relationship was rushed and didn't make sense I felt like people only like ot becuz it's a gay relationship??

And oh mygods— Samirah. I am not Muslim and I am not an expert on the Nuslim religion but there is so much shitbthatbeas wrong in thst book that I even knew was incorrect and jsut weird to happen?! The AMOUNT OF TIMES HER HIJAB CAME OFF and I'm also like "yaayyyy representation" but it could've been as easy as one Google search. one.

Jason. Jason as a whole. He had the most potential out of ANYONE and personally I think he had more potential then Percy like his story is so INTERESTING and then.. Rick knocked him iut with a brick multiple times, didn't work kn his sotry or trauma at all, then KILLED HIM. Same with Ethan. I am so Vitter about these two.. HELL EVEN LEO AND FRANK.

Also the way he made Annabeth first quest (first quest SHE IS LEADING AND IS HER PROHECY) all about Percy. I was reading it and I was like "bitxh— this is Annabeth Quest?!" LIKE he it pissed me off that Annabeth was swept to rhe side as Percy's lvoe interest giving her knly enough personality and stary to make her jnteredting enough to eb loved but never delving jntk it into Mark kf Athena and even at Mark of Athena it all rounded back tk her and Percy's relationship LIKE JESUS CHRIST DO THESE MFERS PASS THE BELLDAN TEST?!

The low key incest at the beginning ricj writing that all the demigods had the same impish features at rhe start and then.. jsut.. CHSNGING IT?!

Not letting a virgin goddess who has no history of having children have.. children.. NOW you may be wondering 'but then how would we get Annabeth?'— JUST GiVE ATHENA HER FAVOURITE CHOSEN PPL LIKE SHE DID WITH ODYSSEUS let her stay childless. Jsut let her choose some children she'd like as hers wonce they're Bron and she then blesses them as her heroes, that's how she treats them any way and it also gets rid of the incest?!

Also the fact it's implied that Annabeth is only smart becuz she's a child of Athena.. Rick made a virgin goddess technically have children so he can have a smart women character and that's just.. EuGGHHhHHh JUST LET HER BE SMART IT NOT THAT HARD "Oh, no, I'm not smart because Athena chose me.. Athena chose me because I was already smart" Smacks you with common fucking sense.

Also Annabeth ALWAYS needing to eb saves and its always done by a man. OMFG AND GROVES GF DHE HAS NO PERSONALITY OUTSIDE OF BEING SOEM GUSY GF EVEN THOUGH HES GONE FOR MKNTHS AND BAREKY CONTAXTS HER?!

The whole apheodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin.

The fact it's clear Rick doesn't think girly girls cant be strong or into fighting or able to wield a fuckign weapon. The way he makes nearly every girly girl into a total mean bitch or ruins their characters.

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seangelfish · 9 months

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It's alright if i request headcanons for Izumi and Arashi when they s/o feels neglected or ignored because they are busy on their job but she don't say anything until they find her crying for it? Please and thank you

Oooh, you just know how I can never say no to writing angst (to fluff)! Honestly, I can never see Arashi ever neglecting us, but Izumi is a whole different story lmao

When they neglect their s/o for their work

Featured characters: Arashi Narukami, Izumi Sena (separate)

Genres/types: headcanons (angst to fluff), established relationships

Word count: 1,224

Synopsis: Arashi and Izumi have been extremely busy lately, leaving you alone. You try to communicate to them on how you feel, but because of their tight schedules, they couldn't even send you a reply. You wonder how this is going to affect your relationship with them...

ARASHI NARUKAMI

– She told you beforehand that she was going to be busy. She even suggested that you two should keep in touch through video calls. You agreed with this as things went swell through the first few weeks of being separated.

– However, as time went by, she stopped calling you, apologising over text that she had a photoshoot or that she was too tired so she'll call you tomorrow. Though, when tomorrow struck, she was even more busy and had forgotten.

– You forgave her, of course. She's your girlfriend after all, and she's an idol of the big three top units in Ensemble Square. You had to understand that she was going to be busy and indulged in her work.

– But it was so annoying! The two of you planned to have a date this week, but she had to cancel it last minute!

"(Y/N), I'm so so sorry!" she exclaims on the phone. "I promise to make it up to you!"

"Arashi, this has happened way too often nowadays," you begin. "I can't keep–"

"(Y/N), love, I'm sorry, but my break's over. I have to go. Take care of yourself, okay? I love you, bye."

"...Bye."

– And as always, you forgive her.

– But despite your numerous attempts at communication, it seems that Arashi was just too busy to hear you out.

– And eventually, you stop trying.

– You two were becoming distant anyway.

– It seems as if she had forgotten your two year anniversary too. She hadn't called nor messaged you about it, causing your tears to spill as you wrap yourself in the blanket you two shared.

– When she finds you crying to yourself as she finally arrives home, she immediately regrets the way she treated you. She didn't realise it before since you have always kept up your positive facade, but she should've noticed how your smile was always so strained around her nowadays.

– She hugs you tight, soothing you that everything will go back to normal, and promising you that she'll do better as a partner.

"I'm so sorry, my love. You must've felt so lonely... I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself on work, but I do want you to know that you were always on my mind."

– She wipes your tears and peppers your face with little kisses.

– And little did you know, she didn't forget your 2nd year anniversary as she fishes out a small gift box from her pocket, handing it to you delicately.

– You open it up to find a beautiful diamond necklace.

"Hehe, I saved up to get this for you, my love~!" she chirps happily. "Let me help you put it on!"

– And of course, she wasn't going to end the day there. She had planned a whole night for the two of you to enjoy!

– She helps you get ready, putting make-up on you, zipping up the dress she picked out for you. You can't help but laugh along with her, helping her with her make-up too, and zipping up the matching dress she was going to wear with you.

– Because after all, it's Arashi. She was never going to forget your anniversary, and most importantly, you.

IZUMI SENA

– Izumi is always hopping from one country to another, but he used to call you whenever he wasn't busy. He would ask you how you're doing and if you're eating well, and you'd ask him how he was holding up too.

– You always look forward to when he'd call you, and you were always so excited to see him return to Japan.

– But things weren't the same as it used to be. Calls between you two began to feel like a chore, and slowly but surely, they stopped altogether.

– You kept hoping that he'd call to wish you a good morning, a good night, whatever. You just wanted him to call.

– It was all wishful thinking though.

– Even when you try communicating these feelings to him, he'd brush it off with, '(Y/N), you know how busy I am. I can't call you everyday.'

– You understand that, but still...

– When he’s finally at home, you try to make the best of it. You tell him all about the plans that you came up with, so before he travel abroad again, you two would have already made some new memories together.

– However, he tells you how tired he is, so right now all he wants to do was rest.

– Your heart sinks right there.

"B-But Izumi, it'll be so much fun! Plus, we haven't gone on a date in a while–"

"(Y/N), please be quiet... I really don't have the energy right now."

– And so you leave him be.

– You just wanted to be with him, but it seemed like he didn't.

– You end up watching movies on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, crying softly to yourself.

– Izumi felt bad for the response he gave you because he knows that you're right, that you two haven't gone on a date in a while, and that with him being gone most of the time, you were probably incredibly lonely.

– When he finds you crying to yourself, he immediately brings you into his embrace, spouting out heartfelt apologises.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)... I'm sorry, please don't cry... I knew how you must've felt with me being gone all the time, yet I still treated you horribly... I shouldn't have only thought about work and myself..."

— He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, kissing your forehead softly.

“So, what did you want to do? We can do all the activities you’ve planned today, but please let me spend some time with you here for a bit.”

— Cuddling with you on the couch, his grip on you was tight but loving. He holds your head gently, stroking your hair.

— It feels nice to be able to do this with him again.

— He also promises that he'll never neglect you again, but he assures you that one of the reasons why he keeps working is to keep you happy and live a peaceful life.

"But you said that you're not able to call me everyday..."

Izumi tenses up at this, remembering how harsh he was that day.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he said. "It's true that I am sometimes too busy to do that, but if you really do want me to call you everyday, I'll do so from now on. But just know, that you never leave my mind... not even for a second."

— You two fall asleep in each other's arms, but he wakes you up after a few minutes so the two of you can spend the day out properly.

— He smiles at you, hand in hand, telling you how much he loves you. He admits that he misses hanging out like this, and that the two of you should do it more often when he comes back from his trips.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. I brought you something from France. It reminded me of you. I hope you like it, my love."

— Despite his harsh personality and tight work schedules, he will always love you.

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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“Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into you?”

“Why are you sneaking around here like that?”

- Maddy

“Why are you sneaking around here like that?”

“Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into you?”

You pushed your way through the crowd of teens, weaving around couples and dancing bodies. The house had been packed and within ten minutes of arriving, you'd already lost sight of your girlfriend. Normally, you wouldn't have cared. But the recent weeks had flipped your world upside down, and with a meek confirmation from Lexi, you weren't sure you could trust her to go off alone.

Escaping onto the stairs, you could finally breathe without feeling suffocated. Dread continued to build up in your stomach as you walked up the stairs and entered the almost empty hallway. You stepped over the legs of an unconscious classmate and looked up when you saw Maddy leaving a room, fingers combing through her hair. Her eyes met yours and she stopped, lips parting.

"Hey." She greeted, glancing back at the bedroom door. You frowned.

"Why are you sneaking around here like that?" You asked. Maddy scoffed and took a step back, arms crossing.

"Sneaking around? Seriously?" She raised her brows.

"Yeah, Maddy. For the past weeks you've been sneaking around, hiding your phone, cancelling last minute." You listed off, eyes raising to look at the door.

"Have you been keeping tabs on me? Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into you? Do you seriously think I'm che-" The bedroom door swung open and out stepped the infamous footballer. He smirked as he took in the situation before brushing past the suddenly silent cheerleader.

"(Y/N)-"

"I should've seen it coming. Once a cheater, always a cheater."

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lemon-boy-stan · 11 months

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THE 1 - JOHNNY SUH

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The wait for the first standalone chapter of my NCT The Eras series has finally ended! SUMMARY: Johnny and the reader have been best friends since time itself, and they've never fought, until her most recent breakup. GENRE: smut. WARNINGS: unprotected sex, angry sex, years of tension built up between Johnny and the reader, manhandling.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit

Been saying "yes" instead of "no"

I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Johnny always made it clear that he hated your boyfriends, ever since your first boyfriend in highschool. He made it clear that he hated them and that they weren't good for you, and when it turned out to be true, he was always pissed.

Johnny had only ever had one girlfriend before, in his final year of highschool, the year Nakamoto Yuta took you to prom. You weren't even sure if Johnny was going, and he asked her out the day before.

They seemed pretty happy at the dance, and they were hot and sexy at the after party; Johnny doing shots off her chest. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. Your own date was god knows where, probably off flirting with some jock or some cheerleader. The first thing he'd said to you which you didn't tell Johnny was that tonight was completely casual. It was just so neither of you would go alone.

The prom and the after party was good, but the weeks after that were not. It was Yuta who dumped you first. You'd been casually seeing each other, even though Johnny had gotten mad about the casual part. "Don't date him if he's got more than one partner," he'd said. "I don't care if he's bisexual." so, it wasn't much of a surprise when he dumped you for Mark, but it hurt. Johnny liked to solve problems with violence.

You preffered rumours, and that was when a war broke out, a week before school finished, a day after you'd both recieved acceptance letters from the same college you'd applied to - school wasn't going to stop two best friends from seeing each other.

It was the world's most horrendus and messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups. Johnny never cried, but his ego had been hurt. She'd said something to him, or about him that you never heard. He never told you what she said, but as his sobs rattled the house you knew you would kill her.

Two years later, and Johnny had stopped dating, dedicating his life to lectures and clubs at college and looking after the four-room flat that you shared in New York. You, of course, had not learned your lesson.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

Johnny rolled his eyes as you swiped left on your phone. "Seriously," he scoffed, shoving his fork into his food; crunch, crunch. You arched your eyebrow, "what, John?" it had been rocky since Monday, and you brought a blind date home. He snorted, "nothing." you gritted your teeth.

He cocked his head and smiled, "so, plans for today. Do you have another date who's going to interrupt my beauty sleep? Please tell me so I can buy noise cancelling headphones."

The phone dropped on the table almost as soon as your jaw dropped to the floor before you recovered. "Do you have a problem with my love life?" you cocked your head, crossing your arms. Johnny smirked, "yeah, because getting fucked by every guy on campus is a love life." you let out a frustrated scream.

"What the the fuck is your problem?!" you shrieked loudly. "My problem?" he yelled back, "you're the one who doesn't seem to get the intention of every guy who talks to you and then cries as if you didn't see it coming! You're fucking stupid, that's my fucking problem!"

You ignored the stinging pain of his words, using that energy to fire back something even nastier. "At least guys want to fuck me! At least I'm with guys when I'm in my room, unlike you, who probably just jerks off every day like an unexperienced virgin!"

But we were something, don't you think so?Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

And that's when you scream, because he lifts you off the chair, with a deadly strong grip and lightning fast speed. "Johnny!" you shriek as he drags you into his bedroom. "Johnny! Let me go! Let me go!" but why weren't you scared? Why were you just frustrated?

Your best friend throws you on on his bed. Chucks you. You know what's going to happen, and you can't deny you want it. But you hate him. You hate him so much. And he he hates you too. Oh, yes. You're pretty sure he's hated you ever since kindergarten.

Because, you see, it's not your boyfriends who he hates. It's you. From helping you up after you fell off the swings to being your partner in the science project to standing up for you when they bullied you to picking you first in his sports team to picking you up from a party to to taking you you out your first prom prom to teaching you how to kiss to beating up Nakamoto Yuta and ever other shitty boyfriend to throwing you on his bed he's hated you. And you've hated him. Neither of you have seen it.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

Now, as he grabs your top top with his hand and rips it off your chest and tears off his shirt and pulls down your skirt, you both know clear as day just how much you hate each other.

You know, because the tears roll down your cheeks when he kisses you, finally, finally on the lips. "I hate you," you sob into him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, down your chest, along the line of your bra. He ignores you for now, strong, muscular figure and hot, soft lips making their way down your body.

"I hate all the guys you fuck," he growls while licking a slit down your neck. "I hate all the guys that say they love you." a soft gasp escapes your mouth as he sucks on your neck. "And I hate the fact that you think I have no experience."

Ah. So, it was the ego that made him throw you on his bed. You let out a sigh as his tongue worked its way around your clothed breasts, the motion of his mouth creating stars on the ceiling. You didn't even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, or his pants falling to the floor. You couldn't even remember how to say that you hated him, just that you wanted him, just that you knew to ask him.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

In my defense, I have none

For digging up the grave another time

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

The stars got bigger and bigger as he flicked his tongue around your nipples, bra gone - when had he taken it off? The stars got bigger and your mind got smaller and soon all you could say was his name. All you could say was his name, "please Johnny please." and then it came out in a scream.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, grabbing the sheets with your left, body shifting up and down his bed, his cock now suddenly inches inside you. Big. He was so big. The tears rolled rolled down your cheeks as you bubbled his name, unable to comprehend. "Big, Johnny. Big." hiccupping his name.

All he did was grunt and breathe as he thrust his full length into you. He kissed your scream down, and it turned good. Now you were moaning and he and he was grunting, placing sloppy kisses each time he thrusted.

He couldn't help but think as the sounds left your mouth and you squirmed finally, finally how much he loved you. How much he'd always loved you. From your dreadful mornings to dreadful days, to afternoons where you cried your heart out on his shoulder. To times where he thought of you, when he was fucking her, and rightfully so, why she broke up with him. To the day where he cried because she'd called you the worst, most unthinkable thing. To the times he'd beaten up every good for nothing boyfriend, he'd loved you, forever and always, as he slowed his pace down.

"I love you," he murmured. You moaned his name, gripping his hair. "Johnny," and he'd never been scared his whole life but now he was as he released his cum inside you and you whined, "Johnny." and he was still scared as he pulled out and you woke up and smiled. "I love you too."

NCT THE ERAS MASTERLIST

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‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨yunho୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

-▶ in which your boyfriend surprises you with the best (belated) Christmas gift

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Christmas was over and now, so was New Years. And you? Well, you certainly weren't happy. What was supposed to be the best week of your life, turned into a nightmare. You finally managed to convince your boyfriend to stay with you and celebrate both holidays together after not seeing eachother for what felt like an eternity. But instead, like always, something went wrong. There was a snow storm. Then another. And another. And another. And soon enough, there was a warning issued for everyone to stay inside and enjoy their holidays in the comfort and warmth of their homes, shops stopped working, public transport was no longer available and all the Christmas concerts were canceled... which meant that there was absolutely no way for your boyfriend to come and see you for the holidays. So you sat down, remote in your hand, shifting through all the different shitty Christmas movies you've watched at least a thousand times and a piece of cake (meant for the two of you but oh well) in your other hand.

You don't know how much time passed because you were on the verge of falling asleep from boredom when you finally heard a knock on your door. You guessed it was your elderly neighbor, coming to ask you for some groceries. She was in her 80's by now, her legs have betrayed her a long time ago and none of her family ever came to visit her so you, and the other neighbors, were her only source of help and care, especially in times like these. You get up, sifting through all the groceries you have at home in your head and thinking what you could possibly give her, yet when you finally opened the door... it wasn't her. Barely standing as his legs were shaking like jelly, his breath raggedy and his cheeks flushed red, your dearest boyfriend Yunho stood in front of you. No hat, no gloves, just a jacket and a heart full of love.

And absolutely soaking wet from all the snow melting off of him.

"The elevator isn't working so... I had to walk all the way up here-"

"Are you crazy!? Look at you! You'll get sick- get inside now!"

You grabbed him and pulled him inside, immediately taking the wet coat off. You pulled him to the bathroom, barking orders at him to warm up and take a bath. You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing some leftover soup and warming it up for him. Once he's out, he heads to the kitchen where a bowl of soup was already waiting for him. Along with a not so very pleased significant other.

"What were you thinking going out in weather like this? You could get sick! And you could've gotten in a car crash."

You were tempted to berate him, for his own good obviously, but looking at him right now, at those puppy eyes that made you fall for him the first time you saw him, you just couldn't.

"I wanted to see you. I promised we'd see eachother these holidays."

You should've known better than to underestimate his promises. He always made sure to keep them up, no matter what. You give in, obviously. You come closer, hugging him tightly. Chasing your warmth, he immediately returns the hug.

"I'm not actually mad at you."

"I know."

"I still have some cake left."

"Wanna share?"

"Obviously."

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howlsmovinglibrary · 18 days

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You mentioned in the tags of a recent post what you’d change about Funny Story to make it a different book. Would you mind elaborating on what you meant by that? I’m curious!

hey anon, thank you for being a massive enabler bc this has in fact been my special topic for the last 48hrs.

I want to state off the bat that I still gave this book 4.75 stars. I really, really enjoyed it. That being said, I'd literally rewrite the entire thing to get it to 5.

Answer under the cut to avoid spoilers! (also shout out to @eldritchcow bc these ideas are not formed alone but through a series of ranting voice notes lmfao)

The premise of Funny Story is that two exes move in with each other after their partners run away together - the main character, Daphne, has her wedding cancelled as a result, and Miles, the love interest, also gets a pretty crap deal bc his girlfriend literally breaks up with him via A NOTE ON THE KITCHEN COUNTERTOP, before running off on holiday with another man (after they hook up AT HIS BACHELOR PARTY. DAPHNE AND MILES DESERVED TO DO VIOLENCE). Miles and Daphne move in together, a series of circumstances means that Daphne tells her ex they are now dating, and that Miles will be her plus to the NEW WEDDING that they have been INVITED TO.

Personally, I think this - two exes move in, fake date, develop feelings - is such a juicy set up for a novel, that it could carry the whole plot. But at about the halfway mark, a bunch of other stuff - family drama, friendship drama - is bought in for the third act conflict. The exes and all their drama fades to the background, and its no longer about this Very Juicy Set Up, which I think is a shame. I think that the premise could've carried the entire plot and that there was no need to bring in additional conflict... except that Emily Henry is known for adding conflicts outside of romance to her novels (creating well-rounded, 'feminist' characters - I'm not being mean, that is just the perception of it and what she is known for) and that this is thus more brand appropriate. By the same logic, it is 'less feminist' of me to argue that the book should've been more about the romance.

But it should've been more about the romance.

If I rewrote/re-edited this book, I would do the following.

Make Daphne and Miles be messier people. These two characters behave like FUCKING SAINTS, while their exes are awfully and affably evil. I've had multiple friends say that Daphne should've hit Peter (her ex) with a car. I don't necessarily think that would've been the way, but I think she should've made much more spiteful decisions. I think Henry is very concerned in stressing that these are Two Very Goody and Utterly Blameless main characters, but I think they should've gotten a little spite as a treat, actually.

And the spite they should've gotten as a treat is - fucking each other.

As is the way with romance books, there are certain 'acceptable thresholds' for smut/romance scenes. So I get it, I really do. But Daphne and Miles only bang once it's a healthy decision... and I'll be honest, it would've been sexier if they had had sex in an unhealthy place. (for the people who've read the book: kiss at the drunk night out with Gil, sex at the truck or before the truck, then Sex With Real Feelings at the point where they actually have sex)

If they had had sex out of spite/petty revenge first, then the entire plot of the book could've been around 'catching feelings' and this would still have been a totally valid character arc. I would've liked to have seen more questionable decisions that are still somewhat about the exes - more of the 'are we doing this for them or for ourselves?' conflict which is microdosed at the midway point - and then feelings developing, and then making the 'no I actually really like you so we can't do this for the wrong reasons anymore' be the final sex scene before the third act conflict

Two things would be vastly improved by this change: 1. a weird scene where Miles sees Daphne in her former wedding dress, and they really should've fucked? but they don't? because that would be the tiniest bit weird??? (like, slightly weird and messy, in such the smallest way, but I think it was sanitised down for that reason) 2. the fact that their exes break up and call-off their wedding off screen. Have them break up at the rehearsal dinner that Miles/Daphne are attending, actually. Then you have your third act conflict.

The third act conflict of Funny Story is insane, convoluted, and unrelated to the story, IMO. Is it still well written? YES. Emily Henry, you will always be famous. But my favourite parts of it were 1. both Miles and Daphne get caught in their exes' orbit as they break up, and this causes them both to doubt their relationship (shout out to Miles having such low self esteem that he automatically thinks they're back together, I understand you king) 2. Daphne fucks up a promise she made to a friend (but bc she's not allowed to be a bad person - see the first point - it's for totally understandable reasons), leading her to wonder if she's just become part of another couple, where she's swapped one man and his house for another man, and his house. I personally think that these VERY MINOR FOOTNOTES in what is ACTUALLY the third act conflict... are a third act conflict in and of themselves. And... if we go back to what I said about Emily Henry being known for Feminism™, the second part of that is a totally valid trope/feminist critique to dig into in depth that would, if given time to breathe, be 'on brand'.

In this book, Miles drives 2hrs to try and get Daphne's shitty dad to come back to her. Where is this energy, for Peter? I think, Miles should've punched Peter, as a treat. And Petra should've had more scenes, so that she actually had a personality beyond 'being hot'.

I think we should've had a messy wedding scene. Daphne and Miles are each others plus ones, but they never get to attend bc the wedding is called off. But that wedding?!!! or that rehearsal dinner?!!! IS THAT NOT THE STUFF THAT THIRD AT CONFLICTS DREAM OF???

TLDR - I think Funny Story should've had more sex, and been more about the romance premise and the kind of fucked up, messy choices and weird feelings that premise engendered. I think the third act should've been connected to pre-existing conflicts, instead of creating new ones. I think Miles and Daphne could've had a little revenge, as a treat. They should've allowed to be sexy and weird about it.

#asks #anons #funny story #and again! I gave this book 4.75 stars!! a very well written book but the more distance i get from it the more i'm confused by the editing.#also let emily henry write more sex!! i know she's good at yearning but do you know what's she's also good at!! writing sex!!!#booklr #book review #(I guess????)

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th3maestr0 · 1 year

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‘Got Ya Drummer’

Blur vs. Oasis, the typical 90s debacle. The two bands are shoved together at one party at the same time, where the drummer of Oasis meets her ‘rival’ Damon Albarn, although he’s sloshed out of his mind.

Word count: 6672

Flashing lights, interviews, tours, recording studios and sold out venues, something you'd never thought you'd experience after being asked to join your friends band back when you were still teenagers. You almost missed the calm and peaceful life, without cameras and microphones being shoved in your face every-time you went outside, but at this point dodging the paparazzi was an everyday chore, and you'd gotten quite used to it, but the fans, cheering and tours all felt unreal, it felt amazing knowing you have a part in something that brings so many people together, so you didn't mind the bad side of fame, as the good side cancelled it out.

You fixed your outfit in the mirror, giving yourself a look before thinking over wether you should've gone with another outfit, but before you had time to make a move for your closet you heard banging on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Let's go!"

You heard a very Manchester accent call from the other side of the door, of course Liam had let himself into your apartment.

You just shook your second thoughts on your outfit out of your brain and headed for the door. "Alright! I'm ready!" You flung the door open, as you nearly hit Liam, receiving a glare from the younger Gallagher brother, which only caused you to smile innocently.

Liam rolled his eyes, "Noel is parked on the street waiting for us, he's getting impatient." He scoffed, as the two of you began heading for the door out of your apartment.

"Of course he is, he's probably hungry." You laugh as you grabbed your keys off the table next to the door, and slipped a hand around the doorknob, opening it for the both of you.

"Fuckin' potato he is." Liam insulted his brother, a tint of sarcasm dripping from the words, causing you to chuckle as you shut and locked the door behind the both of you. The two of you began walking down the hallway away from your apartment as you checked you had everything you needed for the night, tucking your keys into a safe pocket in your bag.

Looking back toward Liam, there was still a bit of a grouch on his face, surely he's not annoyed over his brother, what's with his mood? You nudged him with your arm, grabbing his attention. "What's with you?" You quipped, with a slight brow raise.

"What do you mean, what's with you?" He scrunched his brows, or say, brow, at you.

"You're obviously in a mood." You continued, as the two of you turned a corner into another hallway, toward the elevator.

Liam's shoulders dropped and huffed before speaking, "Blur's going to be there... all four of em'." You whipped your head to look up at him.

Blur, Oasis's rival band, who the band (although you tried to stay out of it), especially the brothers, had been bickering with non stop. You thought the fighting was cliche, of course the top two most highly acclaimed bands in Britain were constantly at each other's throats, but why? Both bands were equally successful, was it greed? You didn't want to think about it further. But, of course, you would have to be on edge the entire night knowing that an egotistical rival could pop up out of nowhere.

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Well, the host definitely knows how to make a party interesting." Liam chuckled from beside you as you reached the elevator, his finger pressed the down arrow before he leaned against the wall.

"Maybe a fight will break out." Liam smiled widely, a hint of evil swirling in his eyes.

You just shook your head with a smile, "That will give Oasis a bad reputation, you know."

You watched Liam shrug as a smug look crossed his face, "Do we really have a good reputation at the moment?".

You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders, "Well, we are invited to a massive party with all the biggest bands in England," You thought a moment before continuing, "so we have some sort of reputation."

Liam nodded, "For making good as hell music, we don't have pretty privilege like Damon." The elevator door dinged as the doors slid open, the two of you walked in and hit the button for the ground floor, as you scoffed.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty?" Liam gave you a look, dragging his eyes slowly up and down.

"You're pretty, but you're practically a guy, you drum." You gasped, fake offence, used to those kind of comments.

"Well, you weren't wrong when you said Damon was pretty." You smirked, knowing that would set Liam off, either shut him up or set him off on a rant.

You heard him choke on his own spit, glaring down at you. "What."

You shrugged, "I said what I said." Liam moved as the elevator bounced slightly at the ground floor. Before he could give you a lecture you slid out of the elevator as fast as possible, Liam straggling behind you.

"Y/N!" Liam called after you, you shot him a smile over your shoulder as you slowed down, not that it would've taken him much to catch up to you. "Did you seriously compliment our rival?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Liam, it was a joke." Liam shook his head, before pushing the door open with one hand for the two of you.

"Joke or not, you better not be thinking betraying us, Oasis." You shook your head, stepping out into the cool dusk air.

"Liam, Damon would be way to scared to even look at me, considering I'm part of your band." Liam gave you a look before you two saw Noel's car and began walking toward it.

"You think I'm scary?" He asked.

"Me? No. Everyone else? Most definitely." You dropped your conversation there, knowing if you continued on you two would begin bickering as you always do.

Liam opened the car door of the backseat for you, as you slid into the seat on the far side. Liam sat down next to you, before slamming the door shut, before interrupting Bonehead who was just about to greet you. "You will never guess what Y/N just said!" You rolled your eyes and settled back into your seat, zoning out of Liam's rambling after the car's engine rumbled to life and pulled out of park.

Now that you had a moment to think about it, Liam was not wrong and neither were you. The lead singer of Blur, your rival band, was quite attractive. That dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, perfectly curved nose, his confidence, he could definitely have any girl he wanted.

You had never met him, only seen him in magazines and on tv, and you must admit, he never failed to make you stop and stare. You always read magazines about music, and you're only now realising how much you read about Damon specifically.

You crossed your arms over yourself as you struggled to push the thoughts away. Liam would hate you if he knew you thought anything more than Damon being "attractive", which you said was a joke, but was definitely not, his weird obsession with the rivalry was getting old.

You fell back into reality as the car stopped at a light, Liam was talking about something completely different now, Noel was humming, probably trying to ignore his brother, and Bonehead was engaging in Liam's chatter.

***

The car pulled to a stop in front of a large, very fancy looking house. A large garden, that was filled with sloshed zombies, which you mused at for a moment, and obviously Old London-inspired architecture. Although the fancy look of it was quickly overshadowed by the blasting music you could hear blocks away before you arrived, some shitty pop band playing, flashing lights and large crowds of people in every direction, some obviously drunk, maybe a fight or two starting in the middle of the circles.

Who was hosting this party again? And how did they get Britains most popular bands at one party? Of course you never knew who hosted these massive parties, the band never cared to ask and in return there was no identity to the host.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind as your opened the car door for yourself and stepped out of the vehicle, all the noise you could hear instantly becoming louder. Normally you were the life of the party, being the easiest of the Oasis members to talk to, but something drew you away from the building in front of you as you scanned your surroundings.

You watched as Liam and Bonehead immediately made a B-line toward the building, but Noel stood next to you briefly, slouching against the car, you appreciated how he stopped for a moment to check on you, after watching you hesitate.

"You excited?" He asked, glancing over at you.

You shrugged, "This is definitely the biggest party I've ever been to." Noel chuckled before nudging you with his elbow.

"And it definitely will not be the last." He foreshadowed before continuing, "This makes the parties we went to in high school look lame."

You smiled and turned to face him, "Well, those parties were hosted when the parents were out of town, with booze from the cabinet the parents tried to hide the key of."

Noel sighed at the truth behind your words, "Those were the days."

The two of you watched the party silently for a moment before he piped up, rubbing fake dust off his hands, "Listen, theres definitely a lot of fit birds in there, I've got to get in there before they're all over Liam."

You laughed at his shallowness as he began walking off, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his steps, locking the car and stuffing the key in his pocket.

"Say, you should find someone for the night, yeah?" He lifted a brow at you, "You seem to try to avoid one night stands."

You tilted your head with a smile "How would you know that, i never kiss and tell."

Noel gave you an intrigued look before you continued, "We'll see." He shot you a wink before turning his back to you, but he quickly stopped in his tracks and turned to you once more, "One rule," he started, "No twats from Blur."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course not." With that he once again began walking toward the open doors to the building.

You straightened up your outfit before following suit, the crunching of the pathway grounding you, as you walked toward the doors.

A man who stood at the door smiled at you, woozily, was he drunk? That was a stupid question, everyone in this party would be. You stepped inside the building and immediately the blasting music and loud chatter met your ears.

You felt your ears immediately begin ringing as a light nervous buzzing filled your veins. You just needed to get shit-faced drunk, and you'll be your regular extroverted self again, you were sure.

You pushed through crowds of people you didn't know, spotting some familiar faces from popular bands you either met or had read about, you wondered how many of these people were drunk, high or both. You heard your name get shouted a few times, of course people wanted to talk to you, get you riled up and dancing on a table, but you kept moving, conversation and stupid decisions were for when you had a drink in your hand.

You pushed through the crowd, because there was not a chance a simple 'excuse me' would move people for you. At times like these you felt like a bit of a pushover, the Gallagher brothers, especially Liam, make a crowds part like it's nothing, you though were definitely too 'nonchalant' as people would describe you, often wondering how you're friends with such brash people, to move a crowd with sheer fear like the brothers do, although you appreciated what they did, made it easy to walk behind them.

You finally popped through the last group of people in the large first room, still though, no alcohol in sight. You groaned, loudly than you meant to, catching a few peoples attention, which you quickly regretted as you spotted a tall, lanky figure make its way over to you. "Well isn't it Y/N L/N." The man said, teasing glint in his eyes.

You put on a mischievous demeanour before responding, "Alex James."

Alex, Blur's bassist, was always at these parties, wether or not the rest of his band mates where here with him, he seemed to have a true love for the parties, flashing lights, blaring music, having to scream to talk to people. You wondered how damaged his ears must be, but you're one to talk as you are a drummer.

"What a surprise to see you here! Didn't know a mediocre band was invited." He talked slowly, obviously very much wasted, he would not remember this interaction tomorrow.

You rolled your eyes at him, smile on your face, "It's lovely to see you too, Alex." You turned your eyes back around to try to spot anywhere to grab a drink, but there was no luck, Alex very obviously noticed this.

"What'cha looking for?" He asked, before you could respond he continued, "Maybe someone to shag for the night?" He said, almost eagerly.

"I want to grab a drink, I just have no clue where to find the booze."

Alex laughed, "You're not drunk already?"

You scoffed, "I just got here."

"You're no fun when you're sober, " He muttered, sure if you were actually drunk you may of flirted back at him, but you knew damn well Liam would've knocked him out if he laid a hand on you. "Plus, I need someone to start shit with."

You and Alex when completely black out drunk we're two peas in a pod, partners in crime, sure the two of you were in rival bands and had absolutely no contact outside of the off occasion you see each other, but your personalities mixed perfectly, maybe if your friends didn't hate each other you'd be close friends.

You always started shit together, fights would break out because of complete lies the two of you made up, you were chaos creators and you both gained a reputation for it. "Remember the last party-"

you immediately kicked Alex's shin after that, "Don't remind me."

Alex just chuckled, and threw an arm over your shoulder, "Don't worry babe, I've got you." He began walking, leading you with his arm, you were hoping in the direction of alcohol.

As you walked you caught glances, for one or two reasons, people knew that if the brothers saw this they'd go insane. And two, people knew you two were up to something. In reality, you just wanted booze, save the chaos for later.

As you continued walking it was obvious Alex was heavily sloshed, his black hair swayed with the way he walked, clumsily, maybe he only put an arm around you to steady himself, but he also smelled horrible, like sweat, cigarettes and alcohol you just hoped he knew what he was doing.

After a long winded lap of the room, you ended up in the same spot you started, you crossed your arms and sent Alex a deadly look, "You're no help right now Alex."

He blinked slowly, a teasing smile on his face, "What were we looking for again?" You groaned and turned away from him, walking away, damn did he need to lay off of the drugs. He'd distract himself with a pretty girl anyway, forget all that just happened. You heard him call behind you "Hey, say hi to Damon-" and then something muffled from the noise in the house, odd, but that was Alex for you.

You grumbled a bit at that interaction, and made your way to where the crowd was the heaviest. You bumped shoulders with Liam, chatting up some blonde girl, shooting him a wink before pushing through the crowd once again.

Finally you were spat out into a kitchen, you scrunched your nose at the smell. The floors were sticky and the room felt hot. You quickly grabbed a beer from a cooler, you found it funny for such a big party to be organised so horribly.

Popping open the cap you were met with the noise once again, blaring in your ears, it disorientated you and made your skin itch and all you wanted to was crawl into yourself. Maybe it's because the music was so shit you couldn't handle listening to it. You decided it would be a lot more easy to listen to when you can barely walk, so you grab another beer to carry and look around for an escape.

On the other side of the room was a glass door, open and leading out into a garden. You knew it would be quieter out there, although you might risk some couple publicly shagging in a bush. You scrunched your face at the idea.

You walked outside, stepping down the marble steps and onto the grass. Your eyes laid on a dimly lit gazebo, which seemed very inviting. The sight of it continued to amuse you for such a sleazy party.

Your feet quickly crossed the ground, getting farther from the noise and closer to the gazebo, but as soon as you stepped in it your expectations were immediately dropped.

It would've been a nice place to sit and drink in self pity until you were ready to go inside again, but that was quickly ruined as a very drunk blonde who lay on the floor of the gazebo smiled up at you. Not another Blur wanker.

"Are you an Angel?" He whispered, a slur to his voice, you could practically smell the booze on this breath from above him.

"No, Damon, I'm your worst nightmare." You spoke with a grimace, taking a sip of your open beer, the other still clenched in your fist.

"Did you bring that for me?" He looked at the beer in your hand.

"Er, no." You pressed your lips together and looked around. Who left him here?

You watched as he sat up, rolling over slowly, a wonky smile plastered on his face with lidded eyes that screamed sex, it almost made you shiver.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at you once again, before a short realisation covered his face, although it was replaced with a flirty expression just as quickly.

"Ah, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue as he was trying to keep it pressed to it, liking the taste of it, what was this?

"Whose that for?" He wiggled his brows.

"Me." You shamelessly spoke, might as well be honest.

"You're telling me you're out here to drink on your own? At a party?" He laughed.

You couldn't deal with this, you were far too sober to interact with this man, especially because it's the first time you've actually met.

"You know what, I'll be leaving now." You turned but he grabbed a hold on your ankle which caused a shiver to rush up your back.

"No- no." He said through a hiccup. "At least stay and let me talk to you."

"Why on earth would I do that."

Damon frowned and shrugged.

"You know the boys would kill you if they saw you talking to me."

Damon rolled his eyes, "What's with that, why do they get so violent like all the time."

You frowned at him but sat down next to him on steps anyway. Placing the beer you haven't opened down between the two of you. You watched Damon consider pinching it for himself for a moment. You glared at him.

"You wouldn't get it Damon." You mumbled taking a sip of your beer.

He didn't push but just looked up at you with those blue eyes, which met yours as you looked at him to get a better view. Sure, they were piercing, but in a way that actually pierced your heart which caused you to look away with a scowl.

"I thought you were the easy going one, why you are you all uptight." His drunken mind allowed him no shame as he questioned your mood.

You lifted a brow at him, "Because I'm not drunk, and I'm with someone I'd rather not be."

You've seen the things Damon's said about the music, about the boys, a part of you wants to hate him but a part of you can't get how charming he is out of your mind.

"Oh please." He pushed himself up with his arms, and leaned forward so he was in your line of view. "You like me, I know it."

You shot him a look, which caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, those hateful looks, you don't mean them."

You took a big sip of your beer, you'd had to be shitfaced to deal with this.

"Are you projecting Damon Albarn." You joked, moving your face close to his. Two can play at that game.

"Yeah, real bad." He whispered, tilting his head down to give you bedroom eyes, you laughed and looked away.

"Your flirting is not going to get you anywhere with me Damon." You spoke with amusement.

"Why not?" He asked with a pout.

"Because I can tell you're only talking to me for a one night stand."

Damon rolled his eyes, "How would you know."

"Because we barely know each other."

Damon just scoffed, "I want to know you, badly."

"Uh-huh, okay." You laughed, "You disgust me."

"Do I?" He spoke, before lifting a hand a placing it on your shoulder.

"Yeah a lot." You eyed the hand with a grimace on your face.

"Now that's just not true is it baby?" He tried.

"Uh, ew." You laughed at his expense. "Not a chance Albarn."

He grumbled and took a hold of your beer in his hand, before he popped the lid off. You were going to drink that but if it'll get him to stop whatever this is, it's worth it.

"Try your luck with someone else." You smiled sheepishly at him and just rolled your eyes.

"You're no fun."

"No, I just don't want you dead."

You watched as the already horrifically drunk boy took a swig of your beer. You pressed your lips together in thought. Does he really need that? Will he be able to stomach it?

You got you answer as through his second sip his eyes widened and he gagged loudly.

"Ew! Not on me!" You shouted, dropping your beer and standing up quickly.

You watched him cough and stand up, making a B-line straight for the house. Why didn't he just throw up in a bush? What a strange man.

You crossed your arms as you stared at the door he just ran through, probably looking for a bathroom to throw up in.

Your eyes peeled back over to your beer bottle, which was now empty on the grass, the booze watering the grass, if they even drink it. Can grass get drunk? Oh dear yeah you're tipsy.

You sighed as you made your way back inside to grab another drink, maybe finally make some casual conversation.

As soon as you walked in though you heard two girls chatting.

"What was with Damon?"

"I wouldn't mind it, he's probably just sloshed."

"Yeah one of his band mates will help him out."

You frowned at that, because his band mates were definitely in the same state, if not worse than, as him. You felt an urge to go look after the poor boy.

Did you really want to waste the rest of your night looking after some messy, drunk man child, and miss out on the party? Your ears tuned back into the music which made you cringe. Yeah, maybe you did.

You grabbed another beer for yourself, making sure to only grab one this time and immediately broke out into the crowd.

You saw Bonehead talking to a few blokes and immediately walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he realised it was you.

"Y/N! these are my friends," he tipped his head toward the two guys he was talking to. You politely waved at them, one of them was gaping at you, it was slightly second hand embarrassing.

You rose to your tippy toes and spoke into Bonehead's ear. "Where's the bathroom?" He pointed across the room at a staircase.

"Up those stairs first door, you'll find it."

You gave him a smile as thanks and waved you off, quickly you made your way over toward the stairs, stepping between the people sat on the stairs that excitedly greeted you.

Finally, you reached the top, quickly making it to the door and pushing it open. No going back now.

Immediately you heard gagging and in front of you with his head above the toilet bowl kneeled Damon. This was almost humorous to see, but you resisted from laughing.

"You could have a least locked the door." You spoke as you scrunched your nose.

Damon turned around with a smile on his face, "You followed me!"

You tipped your head at the boy, he seemed way too excited for gagging and throwing up. "I felt obligated to."

Damon chucked up one last bit before falling into a sitting position. "You came to take care of me?" He asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

In your half an hour of being around this man you had learned nothing of him but he's an alcoholic. You had no clue why you followed him and now store at him sick on the floor of a bathroom. You're following your heart once again.

You watched as he rested his head on the germy toilet seat and you made another face for the hundredth time that hour.

"You're disgusting. Flush the toilet and sit down on the seat." You commanded, and he did just that.

You grabbed a few towels from the hamper, how fancy, and wet them before making your way over to the boy, and sat your beer down on the sink.

He smiled up at you as you looked over his face. A bit of vomit sat on his chin, and some dribbled onto his shirt. You just shook your head.

You began to wipe his mess off his face as he lazily looked up at you. It made you uncomfortable.

"Stop staring at me."

"Why." He slurred.

"Because I told you to."

Immediately his eyes dropped, dropped to your chest. Your firmly grabbed his chin and made him look up again which caused him to laugh loudly, you smiled at that, it was quite funny.

You reached for his tee, wiping at the small stain on the front of it with a new towel, the other dropped to the floor.

"First time we meet and you throw up everywhere and I have to clean you up, talk about first impressions."

Damon shrugged with a smile, "Not like I'll remember it in the morning." You let out a chuckle at that.

"Fair, I guess we can start over than, because I would rather forget all of this."

Just as you finished speaking the door to the bathroom flung open with a loud slam. It made you jump and look over your shoulder. Noel stood there, surprised at the scene in front of him, you could tell by his expression.

"Hi Noel." You spoke and as casually as you could continued to wipe up the mess.

"What is this, did you forget what I told you-."You cut Noel off.

"No, I er... found him on the floor in here, he spewed everywhere. I couldn't just leave him like that." You made the excuse up quickly, you hoped it sounded real enough.

"No, you-" Damon started up, before you gave him a kick to the shin which shut him up quickly.

Noel stood there for a moment in silence as you finished wiping, discarding the towel onto the floor with the others. You turned around with your arms crossed to face him, Damon sat aloof behind you, still hazy from his spew.

Noel hummed, "Alright." Before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to the hallway. "I need to piss, out both of you." He commanded which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

You grabbed Damon by the collar and pulled him out in the hallway, grabbing your beer as-well and shutting the door behind you. You heard it click locked.

Damon went to grab the bottle from your hand but you slapped it away. "Absolutely not." He pouted but you looked away and resisted his face.

"You need to sober up."

"No I don't, I need to party." Damon grumbled.

You sighed, and looked him in the eyes.

You quickly looked through your brain for a bribe or some way to convince him to sober up so you don't have a repeat of what just happened. Although if you did let him loose you'd be able to cause a riot in the party with Alex, and that did sound tempting, but you had to refuse.

"Uh, here, I'll kiss you if you sober up for a bit." You reluctantly said, wishing you could take it back immediately as soon as it left your mouth.

He brightened up and that and smiled boyishly. "Yes!"

You watched as he turned and began walking down the the dark hallway, further away from the party, you laughed at his eagerness.

You followed a distance away, allowing him to find somewhere to sit to his standards, you don't know why you're making sure this posh boy doesn't party too hard, but then again you cannot deny the way you feel when you're around him.

Damon found a room fairly quickly, away from the blaring music but close enough to be able to hear if someone shouts Police.

You stepped inside and almost gasped, it was a small ballroom, very small for a ball room, but big for a room on its self. The ceilings were high and intricate designs covered the walls, not to mention the large windows that allowed moonlight to wash over the room. The room was completely empty except for the stage on the far side of it. How much was this house to rent for a party, this is shocking.

Damon settled happily on the floor against the wall, he rested his head back against it and shut his eyes. He looked peaceful like this, you almost wished you got to meet him sober, when he wasn't like this, because you must admit deep down inside of you wanted to know this man, badly.

You walked over and sat down next to him, close but not close so you were touching. You placed your beer down next to you, away from him so he couldn't get to it.

He opened an eye to look at you, which caused you to laugh. "Why are you peaking at me."

"Because." He opened his eyes fully and faced his head toward. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he scanned your features. "I just like the look of you."

You made a face, not one of judgement or disgust, but one of amusement. "Are you calling me pretty Albarn?"

He nodded, "More than that, beautiful." He said truthfully.

You smiled and looked away, "Corny."

He grumbled, "I'm trying my hardest to flirt with you."

"Try again when you're a bit more sober Damon."

His face lit up, "You mean if I was sober you'd be into this?" He asked slyly.

You shrugged your shoulders, "Dunno, I barely know what you're like sober, but I'm assuming not much different."

Damon rolled his eyes and he splayed his legs out in front of him. "I think I deserve that kiss now."

"We've barely been here for 5 minutes." You spoke and he just shrugged and moved closer to you.

"I know you want it." He spoke lowly. Oh dear god, back to this?

You looked into his eyes suddenly they're deep, you find it funny how he can somehow change the way his eyes look so quickly.

You smiled very amused, "You think so?"

He nodded his head and leaned in towards you.

You watched as he lidded his eyes and began leaning in, reaching a hand to your waist. Quickly you slapped a packet of mints to his mouth, the cold metal on his lips causing him to gasp and open his eyes, quickly pulling away.

"What the hell-" he spoke before seeing what was in your hand. He frowned while you laughed deviously at the poor boy.

"You're not getting anywhere near me after you've been vomiting," you tossed him the pack. "Take a few and I'll think about." You shifted away from him, creating space between you two which felt cold.

"Where did these even come from." He asked, popping the cap open as you watched him shake out 2, 3, 6, 7 mints into his palm before shutting the lid and shoving it into his pocket.

You smiled and leaned back against the wall, "Pockets."

He rolled his eyes and threw the mints into his mouth. You watch as he chewed them, and he made a face at the extreme minty feeling that burnt his tongue, you just shook your head.

You listened as the band downstairs stopped playing, finally, the singer was total crap, and music began to play over stereos downstairs. You heard a song spin into action and quickly recognised it as Girls & Boys by none other than Blur. You let out a laugh as Damon made a face at the party host playing his music.

"Eugh," he made a sound of disgust, "I party to get away from the music."

You glanced at the boy with a tilted head and a questioning smile. "You don't like your own music?" You asked.

He shrugged and rested his head back against the wall, "Yeah, sometimes, you get sick of hearing your songs over and over again, and having to play them over and over again at gigs. You know, you get it, you're just as big."

You nodded solemnly, "Fames a crazy thing, we all end up on heavy drugs or turn to alcohol." You motioned to him and rolled his eyes. "It just comes with the career."

Damon nodded, "Did you ever think you'd end up famous?"

You shrugged, "Of course it was a dream, it was every kids dream at some point. I just ended up lucky. I don't think I deserve it."

"Why not?" Damon questioned.

"I didn't work as hard as everyone else, I got lucky." You hummed out.

Damon shook his head quickly and placed his hand on top of yours that rest on the floor, you let your eyes drop to it. "You're talented Y/N, I've seen some of your shows on tv. You're one of the best... hell better than Dave."

You chuckled at the compliment, him putting down his own drummer just to assure you, it felt weird, it felt personal. Did he really mean it that much?

"What about you?" You asked.

He nodded, "Yeah I always had a feeling it would happen, wanted to be an actor and would've made it doing that if I didn't do the music."

You rolled your eyes at his confidence, "You're shocking, Damon."

He raised his brows at you, "Honest as possible."

You slid your hand out from under his and you watched him wince at lack of hand in his.

You heard the song end and a new one pick up, which caused you to gasp and Damon to laugh loudly. Shakermaker tuned in which caused you to cringe slightly.

"I love this song." Damon laughed as he stood up, nearly tripping over his feet as he walked out into the middle of the room.

He air guitared the intro very over exaggerated, which made you chuckle, as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth.

"I'd like to be somebody else!" He sang scratchily in his best Liam impression which was even more exaggerated than his air guitar. "And not know where I've been!" He pointed at you, and then back at him, which referenced how he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, oh dear he was still completely drunk.

"I'd like to build myself a house, out of plasticine!" He motioned around to the room you were in as he spun.

"Ahhh, ahhh, shake along with me!" He winked as he walked over toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to dance with him.

You laughed and threw your arms over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist and spun the two of you. "Ahhhh, ahhhh! Shake along with me!" You both sang.

"You are a brilliant dancer." Damon joked through breaths. You just pushed his arm.

The two of you calmed down as a new song tuned in, one neither of you payed any attention to. You smiled brightly at each other once you were breathing normally again.

"I think I'm sober enough now, hey?" Damon cheekily smiled as he walked closer to you, placing his hands on your waist where they were not long ago.

"Not quite." You laughed as you put your hands on his chest to push him away.

"Oh, please." He begged, which made you laugh and how badly he wanted to kiss you.

"I don't understand why you want to kiss me so bad."

"Who wouldn't?" He asked as he moved his face closer to yours, you reluctantly wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

"You talk to me like you are infatuated with me." You rolled your eyes.

Damon shrugged, "Not yet, but I like you, I like seeing you laugh on tv and I like watching your interviews, I like reading about you in magazines." He admitted, shamelessly.

You sighed at that, "You have no shame you know, anyone would be nervous to say that."

Damon shrugged, "It's that alcohol, baby."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and surprisingly it was you who finally closed the tensioned filled space between you.

Damon quickly reciprocated though. He was minty, you thanked the mints for their work as you filed your hands into his hair.

Damon pressed his hips against you just as the door to the ball room flung open. You both pulled away from the kiss quickly, but not quick enough for who ever was at the door to not see what was going on.

As your eyes adjusted you saw none other than Liam Gallagher at the doorway, hand on the door knob and mouth agape, staring straight at the both of you, the blonde girl he'd been chatting up from earlier peaking over his shoulder.

You felt your face go white and your heart drop as you looked over to Damon, who definitely didn't look as horrified as you were.

"What was that." Liam said, deadpan, as if he was warming up to yell, which he probably was about to do.

"Got ya drummer." Damon laughed, which caused you to cough on a lump in your throat.

"I'm going to kill you Damon Albarn."

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