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the little sister

noel gallagher x sister!reader

liam gallagher x sister!reader

damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : Even after her childhood doesn't treat her the best, Y/n somehow finds herself being chatted up by one of the most sought after guys in the country.

Warning : not proof read x

1983

The ponytail wearing seven year old girl faultered her conversation, a very important one with y/f/n about the new My Little Pony dolls they'd both seen on tele over the weekend. She slowly turned around without any attitude change, her ear and cheek stinging with a large outline. Y/n expected someone to have kicked a football at her by accident, but when she turned around she was met with the ebony haired, blie eyed boy who she hated. Her arch-nemisis, Eric.

A snide smirk was plastered on the boy's face, his little gang arms crossed and laughing behind him.

Her eye's darkened, smile dropping at the sides and a hard glare, which her brothers had taught her unintentionally, fell on her face.

Y/n slouch on the uncomfortable, blue, plastic chairs which rowed outside of the headteacher's office like a prison line up. Her arms where crossed, the blue jumper crinkleing.

She hated her uniforms, it was her brother's old one seeing how they didn't have the money to buy a whole new set. Worn out grey trousers, white polo tshirt and the school's blue jumper. She fitted in perfectly with the rest of the lads in the class whilst all the girls wore sundresses and cardigans and skirt with white knee high, bowed socks.

Across from her sat Eric, fiddling with his thumbs in the slightly baggy jumper that fell over his fingers from pulling at it. Also supporting a scatter of scratches, like he'd been attacked by a kitten. His eyes looked up in fear, immediatly looking down with a wimper when he met y/n's scowl.

The two both looked up in surprise when the reception's door clicked open and three figures walked in. Two adults and a teenager. As the new group appeared, so did the headmaster of the primary school.

Everyone was lead through the light oak and to a seat, five chair spead out infront of the office desk. Cabinets behind it heald the school's pathetic achievements, sports day trophees against other schools in the county and certificates off of the local cathedral for multiple fundraisers.

Y/n turned to Noel as to ask him why he was here instead of their mum, but she was just twisted back forwards in her chair by him so she was facing the grumpy elderly man wearing a sharp suit.

"So as you know, we had an incident on the playground today."

He turned and gave a pointed look to both Eric and y/n,

"Didn't we ?"

The two children lowered their heads, pouts being drawn out. Y/n and Noel both knew who would be blamed no matter who actually started it. It was a battle between the family with good paying and respective jobs or the kids from the coucil estate in a split family. Oh wonders of who would get bugged about it (!)

"I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding Mr Duffy."

Noel gave an awkward smile, pitting a hand on y/n's shoulder, she looked up and pulled on her best 'please pity me' face which Liam taught her to do so they'd get extra chips for free. Unfortunatly it didn't work.

"Mr Gallagher, where is your mother ? We did ask for Y/n's parent or guardian to be here."

"She's at work."

A scoff came from the other side of the room where a luxeriously coated womam sat. He aimed a glare at her and the conversation carried on with the sixteen year old trying to defend his sister.

Life carried on like that for what seemed like forever.

Every time someone would strike up a fight, y/n found herself in the middle of it and thus so did the teachers.

Highschool was probably the worst, everyday it became a more difficult challenge.

Y/n was usual busy herself with covering up the handful of bruises up with concealer, she would never wear much makeup if it wasn't for the injuries she owned. Her brothers never fought her, she was too young, and a girl, so their mum would've killed them.

The only brother who was still at school with her was Liam, well at least he was for the first two years of highschool, then he left.

When she left at sixteen and started work straight away, she didn't see a need for college or sixth form, she'd probably just end up working a rubbish job in Burnage anyways. Life carried on in the same boring routine life that for the next four years, working at the local record shop on a slowly increasing wage for eleven hours, four days a week, fourty seven weeks a year. She stayed living with her mum, like she could afford her own place, whilst her brothers all moved out. First Noel went and became a roadie, then he came back and Paul left and soon Liam and Noel left to tour Oasis. So it was just her, in the once loud house, by herself. Her mum worked shifts so they where barely ever in at the same time which just added to the lonely feeling of the house.

02 : 09

The pink digital clock made her blink hard. There shouldn't be a logical reason for her to be awake at the moment seeing how she hadn't been awake past half one since she was like ... seventeen ? Anyways, she had just heard the door downstairs open, the one between the kitchen and the dining room which squeels like a piglet when you move it. After it made noise she heard a curse aimed at it, someone eho wasn't her mum was in the house with her.

Y/n silently slipped out of her bed, being sure not to step on the floorboard just next to her bed seeing how it made a volcanically loud noise whrnever she did. Her hand caught the cricket bat which rested against her wardrobe. Her room wasn't big in any way so she could reach it without moving too far from her bed. The white foam surrounding the handle sat comfortably in her hand as she make her way down the stairs, expertly directing past the squeeks and creeks. She snuck down the hall, through all of the half opened doorways and to the livingroom at the front of the house. She krept the door parctially open.

Two figures !

Wait no, three ?

No two, definatly two.

"Stay where y' are !"

A scream left one of the figures as the twenty year old pounced into the room with her bat swinging, she never played cricket before so she wasn't too sure what to do with it. The light flipped on beside her and she stopped.

"Oh, hi ?"

"Hi ?! Hi ?! Are you looney Y/n ?!"

Noel jumped off of his seat, leaving Liam who had jumped behind the couch. He rushed over to his little sister, ripping the weapon out of her hands and throwing it over onto the arm chair.

"You nearly took our heads off with that !"

"I thought yous two where burglers ! Why didn't you call before hand ?"

Liam's head popped out, finally moving back to the couch.

"We called mam ! Anyways, didn't think our baby sister kept a bat with 'er at all times !"

"Baby ! I'm twenty you pillock !"

"Still a baby."

"You're only three years older, Noel tell 'im."

"Anyways yous two !"

The older brother dragged the two apart before they attacked each other like a pair of pack dogs.

"Look Y/n, put the fuckin' bat away yeah and of to bed. You better get some sleep, got a big day tomorrow. "

Y/n's eyebrows pulled at Noel's words. What was happening tomorrow ? He must've guessed that she was confused by her facial expression.

"Y'know, the Brits."

She furthered her confused looks.

"Mam said she'd tell yer."

"I barely see mam, nevermind talking to 'er. Anyways, i've got work tomorrow. Mr Sifter'll have me head if I don't turn up."

"Mr Sifter wou'n't do nought to yer, poor dude couldn't live without yer crappy help 'round that shop.."

Liam gave a scoff,

"Plus we need to be in London by 5:45 so you have enough time to get ready like."

"We need to leave at 12 to account for traffic and station breaks so you need to go off to bed now."

Noel gave an enlonged explaination that truefully wasn't needed, before pushing her up the stairs and into the white room.

"Nighty night."

Y/n gave a sarcastic smile at his words, flipping him off as he closed the door.

Wait.

"Noel ! I don't have a dress !"

Y/f/c satin fell over the twenty year old's body, the fabric curving at the perfect places. Y/n stood awkwardly at the bar in Alexandra Palace in the halter-neck dress with two splits dancing up to her hips. She'd been ordered requested by her brothers and their band mates to go and get the selection of drinks they waited whilst they waited to see if they could laugh victoriously over Blur for the Single of the Year award. They'd already been beat for the first catagory they where nominated for, by Blur, and truthfully y/n needed to leave the table so she could finally laugh at her older brothers' faces when they found out Definitely Maybe hadn't won.

A round of applause made her spin around from the bar where a man was busy making the dozens of drinks she'd just ordered. She hadn't heard who had won but caught eyes with Damon Albarn on stage so knew it was Blur.

"Your boys aren't going to be happy."

She gave a laugh at the bartender's comment as he put two pints of Guiness on the tray.

" 'igh yep, and i'm the one who has to deal with the pair after all this. Gonna be dealing with Li's hissy fits for months now."

Her head looked back to the stage only to find the radio host back at the podium and the blond singer back at his table. Her eyes looked around, trying to find Blur's table amungst everyone elses, she would be lieing if she said he wasn't attractive and she honestly couldn't care less what her brothers thought, they hadn't been a big part of her life in a good four years. A evil thought ran back through her mind as she finally carried the full tray over to Oasis.

Why would she turn his head ? She's just a kid from Manchester with no hopes for her future other than working at the music store she'd been at since she was seventeen.

"Y/n, we're missing half the drinks."

"Oh right, sorry one sec."

Her wandering mind had ruined the boys drinks, forgetting the second half of the order at the bar. She pushed back her seat and strutted her way back over to the sticky substanced counter, strutting was the only way for her to walk in these heels the boys' management had bought her to wear.

"Hi sorry, I forgot the second lot."

"Yeah, thought you'd come back for them. They're just in the back, didn't want anyone to slip something into them whilst you where gone. I'll just be a moment."

The man from before left through the arched doorway to where y/n assused 'the back' was located.

"Hi."

Y/h/c swished gently as y/n moved to see who had spoken.

"You look a bit lost."

"Aye, just in my own head."

She gave an awkward smile, a small pause taking place before the 'stranger' spoke again.

"I'm Damon, I, urgh, I saw you from the stage. Thought you looked nice and that i'd come say hi."

She gave a small, genuine smile to him, leaning against the bar some more and wishing for the bartender to loose his bearing for a while so she could stay looking into those deep, oceanic eyes.

"Yeah I saw you too."

OMG WHAT WAS THAT ! Earth, feel free to just collapse right now.

"Well I mean like, obviously I saw you but like. Urgh yeah like... yeah. "

He gave a staggered laugh at her stuttering.

"You say 'like' alot."

"S' kinda our thing up North. We say like alot."

She nodded her head and pursed her lips, causing Damon to laugh some more and rub the back of his neck, his jacket sleeve riding up to reveal his forearm.

Arm- GOD Y/N GET YOURSELF TOGETHER !

"So are you here with anyone, I haven't seen you in the papers or anything recently ?"

He gestured for her name.

"Oh i'm y/n, and im just here with my,"

She thought for a moment, a rare occation. He didn't like her brother but he didn't know she was related to them yet. She liked him and so far he probably liked her so,

"my friends, we're sat upstairs."

"Well, if your friends don't mind, maybe you'd like to sit with me, and the band of course. But mainly me."

He leant aginst the bar, their faces moving closer togther as he talked.

Y/n's eyes flickered up and down, from his endelvering eyes and parted lips. Mouth moving slowly and with hushed worda coming out of it and-

"Here's your tray lass."

The two broke apart slightly, Damon still basically ontop of the girl, their arms touching as they both leant against the bar.

Y/n tilted her head, basically glaring at the poor bartender who was resting the drinks tray on his arm.

"Thanks."

She muttered through gritted teeth as he handed over the tray to her, forcing her to part from Damon.

She swiftly turned back to look up at the blonde, fluttering her eyelasges and biting her bottom lip slightly.

"I've just got to take these back to my friends, but if the offer's still open i'd love to join."

He nodded his head hurriedly, eyes wondering as she swiped past him with the tray, she felt a sudden bucket of confidence pour over her body.

"I'll be here in like 5 minutes yeah, you can walk me there ?"

" 'course."

She gave a heartmelting smile before strutting back off over to her brothers through the masses of tables.

What she hadn't put into account is that Blur still had a few awards they where nominated for and that a camera picks up footage on the nominees tables each award to stream.

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damonjuicyscock · 5 months

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Playlist-Chapter 10-I want you now (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, and... SMUT (This chapter is pure porn with feeling lovies, if you were already horny you're going to feel hornier, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

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Summary: After Christmas, Noel and Y/N find themselves again. They make up for lost time *wink*

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 10 ! It's pure filfth you're going to be horny tonight. The title of the chapter was inspired by a Depeche mode song I really love and I thought it could describe Y/N and Noel's state of mind in this chapter. Hope you will like it.

Love y'all and take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“ I want you now, tomorrow won't do There's a yearning inside and it's showing through Reach out your hands and accept my love We've waited for too long, enough is enough I want you now

My heart is aching, my body is burning My hands are shaking, my head is turning You understand it's so easy to choose We've got time to kill, we've got nothing to lose I want you now”

December 31st 1994- Manchester:

So… Noel and I were back together. We both spent Christmas with our families, so we didn’t see each other until New Year’s Eve. And I can say we were craving each other. There was a party at Paul’s with some of the Gallagher’s friends. Noel and I took advantage of everyone partying to go to the bathroom.

We locked the door and started making out. I was wearing that red dress Noel absolutely loved. We were kissing passionately, feeling each other up. I unzipped Noel’s trousers and pulled out his already hard member, wrapping my hand around it and slowly stroked it.

Noel threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, feeling my warm hand wrapped around him.

Fuck Y/N… I want ye… I want ye so bad.

I want you too. I replied, smiling at him

We kissed a bit more, Noel grabbing my ass.

I sat on the counter next to the sink, spreading my legs.

Come on Noely, fuck me right here.

He got between my legs and pulled down my undies, looking at the pool that had formed there as he smiled, before putting the tip of his shaft against my entrance and pushed forward.

I gasped when he entered me.

Fuck, ye’re so wet…

It’s all for you, my love. Only you can make me this wet… I answered

Then he slid all the way inside me.

Fuck Noel… I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer

Are ye okay? He asked

I nodded.

Please move… I answered

Noel slowly began thrusting in and out of me, taking his time and enjoying every second. I moaned as he did.

oh Noel, fucking ruin me.

He obliged, picking up speed and pounding inside me harder and faster.

What has gotten into ye? I’m not a pornstar ye know? He moaned

That’s not what I’m asking… I just missed you so much, so please, ruin me, make me yours, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk anymore.

Noel chuckled and picked up the pace even more. He grabbed my hips and fucked into me hard, making me scream in pleasure. Soon, he was touching my sweet spot, and he knew I would reach my climax quickly. It would probably get him to reach his own.

Oh fuck Noely, I’m going to cum…

He kept pounding inside me, until my body started shaking as I came, my juices dripping on his hard member.

Oh fuck Y/N what ye’re doing to me… Noel moaned

I love you Noel. I whispered.

I love ye too. he said, kissing me.

We kissed for a few minutes before Noel stopped. I looked up at him.

What? What is it? I asked.

I want ye to come home with me tonight. He said, smiling

Oh really?

Yes, to celebrate this new year like needed. I want ye to be mine from the start of it.

Yours huh? Am I not already yours now? I said, chuckling.

oh, ye are. But here we can’t do… it correctly. I want to take ye home, lay ye on my bed, kiss ye everywhere while I admire yer gorgeous body, eat ye out until you scream and wake the whole neighbourhood and make love to ye like a gentleman would do. He whispered in my ear

Sounds great to me. But what about your mam and Liam?

Mam is not here, and Liam will probably be too fucking wasted to come home tonight.

In that case, you’re going to be the fucking death of me Noely.

I hope not. I need ye alive. I don’t fuck corpses. But now, before going back to this party, I’m going to finish what I started and make ye cum a second time so I can cum with ye, okay?

What are you waiting for? I said, grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me.

He started kissing me and thrust inside me again. I wrapped my legs around him again and held him tight, feeling him hit my G-spot repeatedly. And just like that, I was on the edge of cumming again, my eyes closing, and my body shaking.

Noel kept thrusting inside me, and soon, I was whisper-yelling his name as I reached another high. My body spasmed, Noel holding me close as his movements became sloppy and reached his own high.

Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming… He groaned

His lips kissed my neck to silence himself and I felt his hot release fill me up.

We stood there, out of breath. We looked at each other, chuckling before kissing.

Jesus fucking Christ woman, I’m already impatient fer the next round. He said

You’re insatiable. I said, laughing

Ye make me. I can’t get enough of ye. We’ve been away fer so long since two weeks ago that I have the duty to make it up to ye.

Oh you better, yeah.

We both put our clothes back on and kissed passionately before stepping out of the bathroom. A few people looked at us, knowing.

What? You’ve never fucked before? Fucking idiots. I said

Later in the night, I followed Noel to his Place.

He took my hand, and we went to his and Liam’s room. Peggy hadn’t touched his bed in case he needed to come back sometime. At the Moment Noel closed the door, he kissed me passionately. I responded by grabbing him and pushing him against the door. We Kissed for a long time, both of us being hungry For each other.

Oh god Y/N, I’ve missed ye so much… Noel groaned as he pulled away from me

I’ve missed you too Noely…

I Wished we didn’t waste these past years. He pursued

Shh it’s over now, we are together again. And we still have to make up for lost time. I answered

He nodded and kissed me again.

And now it’s time for me to keep me promise.

He grabbed me and took me to his bed, laying me here as he kissed me on the lips, then my neck, then slowly slid down before sliding my undies down.

His hands ran all over my body, caressing my thighs, my ass, my belly, my breasts.

Ye’re So beautiful Y/N. he whispered, kissing my tummy

I looked at him and smiled. He spread my legs as he latched his lips on my womanhood, lapping at my clit.

I moaned Loudly as he licked me. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

Oh Noel, that feels so good…

Noel continued to lick me, sucking on my clit, causing me to moan even Louder. He loved how I tasted, as if he could eat me out for hours.

Told ye l would do things properly… he murmured.

This sent a shiver to my body, causing my back to arch. That’s when we heard footsteps in the stairs and someone speaking loudly, and a female laugh. Noel Looked at me and when the door opened, we both had the same reaction.

Fuck off Liam! we both said at the same time.

Oh For fuck’s sake, this is me room! Liam Answered.

We were there before! Noel Answered.

We were there before… how old are ye, 5? He said imitating his brother before closing the door.

Noel and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Where was I… got to finish what I started… he said lowly

And he latched his lips on my clit again, eating me out « like a Gentleman ».

I moaned and he teased my entrance with a finger that he pushed Inside. I was so wet that he pushed another one and started fingering me at the same time, bringing me closer to my climax.

Oh God…Oh god, oh god… I cried out

Does it feel good love? He asked

Fuck…I Answered.

Noel sped his movements, and I grabbed his hair with strength.

Go ahead darling, I’ve got ye.

I came hard, my juices running all over his face. He moaned loudly and kept licking her until I stopped him, on the edge of overstimulation.

Fucking hell… I gasped.

Yea, I think I need a break… he said, smiling.

Why? I asked.

Well… ye know me when I’m a bit drunk. I’m like a bloody teenager. Ye got me so horny I came in me jeans. He answered, embarrassed

Oh god, that’s so sexy… I replied, blushing.

So now I need to get rid of it… he said, standing up and taking his jeans off.

What are you doing? I asked.

Just like I said, I’m getting rid of it… » he said, taking his jeans and boxers off.

I decided to go further and took off the rest of his clothes. I looked at him and smiled.

That’s hot… I said

Noel smiled at me. I sat down and started stroking him. Noel hissed.

Too much? I asked.

A bit. But it doesn’t hurt. He answered

I’m only prepping you.

I was stroking him slowly so I wouldn’t hurt him. When Noel was fully erected again and ready, he flipped me over and teased my entrance with his member.

Is it still okay? He asked

I nodded and kissed him. I took his member in my hand again and pushed it inside me. We both moaned in unison.

Noel started thrusting in and out slowly and I moaned as he did it.

Noel picked up the pace and I met him halfway. I put my hands on the bed and spread my legs even wider, letting Noel have access to my womanhood. Noel tore the straps of my red dress, and I stopped his movements.

Hey! I thought you loved that dress!

I love It, but ye even look better without it. It covered an important part I wanted to have access to. I’ll buy ye a new one I promise.

I nodded and wrapped my legs around him to feel him deeper inside me. After a few minutes I felt his movements become sloppy.

Y/N, love, I’m close. He moaned.

I’m with you Noely. Come on. Cum.

Noel nodded.

He sucked his thumb and put it on my clit causing me to moan loudly. I quickly came around him, my back arching on the bed, my legs trembling around his hips and my insides tightening around his hard member.

He shouted my name while he came. He was so sensitive a tear fell from his left eye and fell on my cheek. He collapsed on top of me, peppering my neck with kisses.

He then rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him.

I love ye Y/N. He whispered.

I smiled at him.

I love you too Noel.

we kissed for a long time.

I thought I’d never be happy anymore. I said.

Are ye now? Noel asked.

Mmmh… I hesitated.

Oh stop fucking around will ye? He chuckled.

Of course I’m happy, you moron. Since you came back I’m happy. Since I know I’m not the only one to be in love I’m happy. You don’t know how much you mean to me.

Oh I think I know. Ye made me fucking cry when I came a few minutes ago, so l think ye might know how much ye mean to me too and what ye do to me.

I smiled at him.

Well I’m glad. I’m glad I can make you happy.

Ye do. I’m happier I than ever was.

We stood like this for a while before I moved away.

I need to take a shower.

WE need to take a shower. he answered.

You can’t get enough, don’t you?

Of ye? Never.

January 4th 1995- London:

1995 had started and it was time for me to come back to my lovely boyfriend Noel in London in our new apartment. I had taken my things with me and our cat Ringo. I inserted the key to open the door, but Noel was quick enough to open it before I could turn the key.

Ah here ye are my love, finally. I thought ye would never get here. He said with a smile on his face.

Well, I did take an early train this morning so I was sure I would be able to get here by tonight. I replied

It's only 3pm now, but I have been waiting all day for ye. I'm tired and hungry and I need you. He said.

I smiled and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed my hand and let me get into the apartment.

As ye can see, I started unboxing a bit and settling everything at his place.

I like it! I answered, putting my box down and freeing Ringo from its cage, who quickly got out and started discovering the apartment

Ye might want a nice and hot shower don't ye, my love? He asked

oh fuck yeah. I answered

Then go, and I'll make us summat to eat. Join me here when you're done.

I nodded and kissed him.

I missed you Noely.

I missed ye too darling.

I went to take a shower and decided to put one of Noel's shirt as a pyjama, not putting any undies on and pulled my hair in a bun before joining him in the kitchen. I heard him cooking, giving some food to our Ringo, and smiled.

Hey handsome. I said

Hey ba... he started

He saw I was wearing his shirt. And oh God I don't know what I triggered, but I actually apparently triggered something.

Ye know ye're not going to wear those for a long time, do ye? He said, his eyes full of lust

oh yeah, I know. Question is, what are you going to do about it? I answered.

Oh woman... ye don't know what ye've started... he said, while taking a deep breath.

I think I know exactly what I've started, but I am not going to tell you that right now, because I want you to surprise me. I said

Oh ye’re going to find out. It’ll be your fault if yer meal burns. Because ye’re going to be me meal.

He grabbed my hips and put me on the counter, Kissing me hard. I felt his lips slid in my neck while he was unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing, and he found out I was naked under it.

Fuck…he said.

He kissed my breasts, and he slowly laid me on the counter, his lips going down, then I felt him spread my legs.

I’m gonna eat me meal now, and damn, this one is me favourite. He said

He started licking my womanhood, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. His tongue went inside me, collecting my wetness, devouring me.

Fuck Noely… I whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

One of his hands grabbed one of my breasts, looking me in the eye, his look still full of lust while eating me out.

Fuck I’m going to … I moaned

and he stopped, looking up at me. I whined at the loss.

Not yet. Not yet. He said

He took his fingers and rubbed them on my clit, rubbing it gently.

please… I begged

please what? He asked

Please Noel, touch me.

see? When ye ask with words, I can do it.

He put his mouth on my mound again, sucking my juices, making me even more wet.

He pushed a finger inside me, then a second, fucking me with his fingers. I was about to come when he stopped.

Hey, why did you stop? I asked.

Well, I ate me meal, but now I want me dessert. He answered, smiling.

He stood up and took off his pants, revealing his beautiful shaft.

I can’t wait to feel ye. He said, while stroking it

He got closer to me, and I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. He put his hard manhood at my entrance, and I felt how he entered me.

Fuck Y/N…he said.

In response I just moaned and wrapped my legs around him. He started pumping slow at first then harder and faster, making me moan louder, making him understand how much I loved it. He was alternating between slower and faster pace to build the tension and our orgasms. He was edging us so much we were both almost crying. It felt so good.

But it was also almost unbearable knowing it was practically overstimulation to me.

Noely... please...

please what love?

Make us cum, please... I want to cum, I need to cum and I want to feel you fill me up..."

I can't hear ye, what do ye want me to do?

I want you to cum in me... please Noel... fill me up...

I will, babe. he said, his voice full of lust.

He thrusted a bit more inside me.

Are ye with me? He asked, groaning

Yes... yes, please...

I need ye to come first... please Y/N ye can do it. he said, putting his thumb on my clit and rubbing it.

I came instantly, screaming his name, my eyes watering and my body shaking in pleasure. Noel knew how to make me orgasm. He really knew me by heart. My insides were spasming around him. He kept pounding into me, my back arching on the counter, overstimulating me. My walls were spasming so much around him he groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... ohhh fuuuuckkkk" he yelled, pushing his cock as deep as possible inside me.

He exploded inside me, filling me up completely.

I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I never heard Noel be this vocal before. We stood like that for a while, not moving, just enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, he looked at me and kissed me softly.

Do ye know how much I love ye and how happy I am that we are just us two in our apartment?" he asked.

I chuckled.

God I love you too Noel, I'm happy to be here with you too... but our neighbours are probably already hating us.

They'll get through it. They will have to. Because this is going to happen often. I mean, only when ye want to. He said, kissing me again

I would never say no to that! I said, laughing

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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 (part two)

pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc

summary: noel's going nowhere, and fern's going everywhere

word count: 3.50k

warnings: mentions of drugs, smoking, swearing (possible ooc noel but i wanted to write a soft lil' teen fic 😩)

PART ONE IS HERE

the next morning, fern pushed her face deeper into the pillows that surrounded her head as her alarm clock bleeped out the time persistently. noel's arm wrapped around her waist tightened to pull her back at the rustling of the covers as she moved to get up. "few more minutes," he grumbled, screwing up his face as she pulled away sharply to draw back the curtains.

"can't." she replied, trying to pull him up by the shoulder in order to make her bed, "i've got that test today, remember." fern smiled at his grouchiness, screwing himself up into a ball before opening his eyes properly and adjusting to the harsh light. he watched her move around the room, removing various pieces of her school uniform from wardrobes and drawers to take with her into the bathroom.

she disappeared from the bedroom through the door, he could hear her greet felix patrolling the corridor before the shower started to run and the boiler started to hum. he sat on the edge of her bed, ran his hands through his hair and started glumly out of the window. 'signing on again, noel'. the sound of fern swearing loudly as the water ran cold bleeding through the wall prompted him to put his side of the bed tidy, lay his clothes out in some semblance of preparation.

fern reappeared and pushed her bedroom door shut with her foot. she was buttoning up her shirt close to her chin, holding a slice of toast in between her teeth and balancing two cups of tea on a small tray. "went downstairs to get some fuel, mum's made breakfast if you want some- oh! yours is on the left." she was talking about his tea, pointing to it before dropping into her desk chair.

her head was bent over the flashcards she'd tossed from her bed to the desk at some point during the night, and fern could sense noel about to speak as he pulled his top over his head. "don't even say anything." he looked at her, hair clipped up and finger pointing at him over her shoulder. "wasn't goin' to."

"you were thinking about it, though." she flicked through a few, mumbled the answers under her breath before discarding them into a desk drawer and slamming it shut. "steady on, darl', what'd it ever do to you?"

they moved about the room in silence after he returned from the shower, gathering their belongings and watching the minutes tick down before they had to split their separate ways. fern sat cross legged on the floor infront of her mirror and pushed eyeliner into her waterline as noel fussed with his hair, growing more frustrated. he looked at his watch, "ten to eight, should probably start thinking about gettin' a shift on."

"since when were you ever fussed about being on time for things? the rest of the world is five minutes ahead of you."

fern picked up her bag stuffed between the gap of her bedside table and wall, shrugging her blazer over her shoulders and tightening her maroon and blue tie around her collar. noel patted down the pockets of his jacket to check for his wallet, nodded when he'd located it, and picked up felix to remove him from the room as they walked down the stairs.

their relationship was very domestic, not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d asked fern out but he was perfectly content. they sunk into routine relatively quickly. he would always visit her on thursday evenings and she would stay for fish and chips at his every friday. he’d met her parents and she’d met his mam, once fern had even invited him to be her plus one to her cousin’s wedding.

he hated that he loved being part of it all, parents who loved their daughter that much that they let her date the boy from the council estate in the next town so far over some people thought it was in a different county. he watched her lean over the table in the kitchen to give her dad a kiss on his cheek and briefly stopped to chat to her mum about the latest guest on bbc breakfast news before leaving.

audrey gave him a pat on the shoulder and a fond smile, mr gibson waved at him from over his newspaper and wished him a good day at collage. he liked fern's parents so much he felt guilty about lying to them regarding his crippling chances for a longterm education. filled up on slices of toast he'd managed to scarf down before fern frogmarched him out of the door, down the drive and into her car, noel caught a stray lock of hair out of place on his head in the reflection of the mirror just in time.

fern always let him chose the music, readily supplied with cassettes and mix tapes in the glove box of her car so he could have his pick. unfortunately, as he was right in the middle of miming a guitar riff cutting through the middle of the current song, fern poked him in the leg as she stopped at a red traffic light marking the end of her village. "what?"

"do you mind just going through those questions again? the ones i couldn't get right last night?" god, give him strength, did this woman ever stop? knowing fern, she'd stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket before they left the house so he couldn't give the same excuse he always did - they were in her bag, which he couldn't reach around into the back of the car far enough to get them. he sighed as he felt the outline of the cards next to his wallet.

"i thought we'd done them all? you were fine, we don't need to do this; you know what you're like, it'll only stress you out more."

"no, it won't. go on, ask me."

"you're like a fuckin' primed bomb! one wrong move and we'd all be fucked." he mimed an explosion with his hands. at fern's side eye and advancing finger towards the eject button for the tape, he conceded. "fine. seriously though, don' know why we need to do it again. you're fuckin' brilliant at these."

her finger moved away from the button as the light turned amber then green. fern pulled onto the dual carriage way, checking her mirrors before changing lanes and reeling off answers to the questions noel was asking her. he went through the cards three times without being asked, as it was something she’d always liked to do.

“are you going home this morning?”

“nah, i’ll come with you and then just mill about for a bit. there’s a dole office in town, should probably get tha’ sorted out sooner rather than later.”

fern smiled sadly, reversing into her usual space in the student car park. “i’m sorry. if there was something i could do i would do it.”

“i know ya would, darl’, but we always knew it was gonna fuckin’ happen.”

she huffed and drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. "i know." there were few cars around them, and her friends who caught the bus to school hadn't yet appeared. fern and noel got out of the car, slammed the doors shut and listened for the beep to tell them it was locked when fern turned the keys in the door. as she was checking she had everything in her bag - drink, apple, textbooks, extra paper - noel's hands slid around her waist and spun her around to face him.

she leaned against her car, smiling at him with a glint in her eye. "i've still got a few minutes until eloise gets here." he grinned cheekily and leaned down, kissing her softly before pulling away. fern rested her elbows on the car roof, wrapping her hands behind his neck to pull him back down to her. noel left her breathless every time, but unfortunately the slow descent of his lips to her jaw and later to her neck was cut short at a low whistle from somewhere behind him.

fern pulled away and angled her head over his shoulder to see eloise standing in a small group of their friends, who'd just got off the bus trundling down the road and away from the gates, giggling and watching the pair of them. noel went to nip at her lips again but was met with her cheek instead. "come on. i'd better get going." they slowly started to walk away from the car, parting ways at the front steps of the school where fern's friends had migrated to.

"i'll see you later, yeah? i only have a half day today, so we could go to sifters before we go back to your house?" she asked, tucking her hands into the pockets of her blazer. noel reached out and straightened her tie which he'd knocked askew. "it's still okay for me to come round later, isn't it?"

"yeah. fuck, sorry." he rubbed a hand over his cheek and squinted. "all cool. r'liam's bringin' over some of his mates too i think."

"that's nice."

"no, it's not. they're all cunts." she smacked his arm.

"don't call them that. they're only twelve."

fern stood on her tiptoes to push a kiss against the corner of his mouth delicately. "bye." she whispered close to his ear before turning to join her friends, twisting around to wave at him as he walked out of the school grounds towards the grave yard of the local church as it was a shortcut to the high street.

the bell trilled loudly and students started to flood into the building, bags jolting people sideways and teachers standing in the doorways of classrooms ushering the crowds along to their form rooms. fern sat along the back row of her form room, eloise and chesc on either side. chesc was scribbling something down on a past physics exam rapidly (fern suspected this was her homework, as she often raced against the clock to complete it) while eloise was concentrating hard on something.

"say fernie, what's that on your neck?" instantly, fern shrank into her blazer as the people infront of her twisted round in their seats at the statement. she inwardly cringed and glared at eloise. "nothing." mercifully, their form tutor had walked into the room at that moment and began to take the register, drawing the attention on fern away from the rest of the class. when the bell rang, she grabbed eloise by her blazer and shoved her into the girls loo, chesc following closely. "how many times have i told you not to bring things like that up?"

for once, she actually looked guilty. "sorry," eloise mumbled, "just sort of slipped out."

"you know she doesn't like it when you draw attention to it." chesc pointed out, checking the time on her watch woefully. "but we can argue about this on the way to english else we're going to be late." she pulled at the pearls around her neck and leant on the door to the corridor, swinging it open. fern stalked away, eloise hot on her tails. "i'm sorry, alright. how many times do you want me to say it?"

"more than you have done, because you shouldn't have said it in the first place." she opened the door to their english classroom. thankfully, there was a seating plan and fern was on the other side of the room to eloise. she sat next to chesc, finishing off her physics homework behind her copy of 'the great gatsby'. chesc tapped the end of her pen against the desk and saw fern looking slightly down in her attitude but thought nothing of it.

fern and eloise were always having petty arguments and more often than not made up after an hour. if past experience was anything to go by, there was only half an hour left of their stalemate. and sure enough when the bell rang to signify the end of the lesson, the three of them were walking out with arms linked and laughing at each other before parting ways. english was the only lesson they had together, chesc dragging herself down towards the science block while fern and eloise split in the humanities department.

geography for eloise, history test for fern.

she got a dirty look from jessica as she sat down at her desk, drumming her nails against the test paper impatiently as she waited for mrs hillditch to tell them to begin. she'd revised. noel had tested her. she was ready, jessica didn't know anything different as she glanced around the room smugly. fern could get through this, she thought as she flipped it over to answer the first question and put pen to paper.

the nib of her pen flew across the page, handwriting turning flat as she sped up while time ticked down. eventually mrs hillditch called time and let them leave to go to break. fern met up with eloise who was waiting for her to get chesc from the canteen. break time passed and with it came looks from people who'd seen the hickey on her neck. her relationship with noel wasn't exactly a secret from the student-body of the sixth-form - how could it be when he waited for her by the gates and eloise shouted it to anyone who asked?

the rest of the day passed by quickly and soon enough lunchtime came rolling round, which meant fern could sign out early and leave to meet noel. she slung her bag onto the backseat of her car and drove out of the carpark, trundling along the roads into the centre of town. she'd seen him walk into a corner shop and decided to wait outside for him once she'd paid for a ticket. fern was sitting on the short wall and a low whistle was directed her way from a group of boys not much older than noel. "alrigh', love?"

she ignored them.

"could fit this little posh cunt in my pocket!" one of them laughed once they caught sight of the crest on her navy blazer. "come and 'ave a dance with me later love, if daddy'd let ye out past bedtime."

"oi! she's with me, now piss off before i fuckin' 'ave ya!" she heard noel shout as he approached her, cigarette dangling from where he'd clamped it between his teeth. he put his arm around her shoulder and directed the pair of them away towards sifter's record shop further down the high street.

they walked into the record shop and greeted mr sifter behind the till on a creaky chair, flicking through the crates of records and occasionally stopping to show the other something they'd found. fern and noel could spend hours in the shop without talking, just enjoying the company of each other while the needle was dropped on a spinning record a few times every hour. darkness had began to blanket the city by the time they left, fern's purse lighter than when she'd walked in. noel got into the passenger seat of her car while fern kicked the engine into gear and drove out of the car park.

"how'd the test go?" he asked eventually, as the streets got darker and the houses grew smaller.

"alright actually," she hummed, "i think i'll have done alright when we get them back. did you sign on again today?"

he hummed. "dad was there too. tried to get me to work with him, told 'im where he could stick it." they'd pulled up to the small council house as the digital clock on the dashboard ticked over to four o'clock. "c'mon. r'kid won't be back yet, might as well make good use of the time."

they were on each other as soon as noel had opened the door of the bedroom he shared with his brother. fern walked him backwards and pushed him to sit on his bed, sliding herself onto his lap as her legs wrapped around his waist. her hands wandered up and down his back, through his hair, pulled at his shirt to tug it off his wiry body. noel pulled himself away from where his chest was pushed against hers to start unbuttoning her shirt, moving it down her shoulders and spinning the pair of them round so she was lying on her back.

fern kicked off her shoes and held him close to her, smiling and moaning breathily into his ear as his lips clamped to her neck and his hands slid over the cups of her bra and worked down to her stomach. fern was oblivious to the bedroom door opening and the gaining in her and noel's company, until liam's high-pitched scream ripped through the room and he pushed his friends out of the room by the back of their heads.

"mam!" he wailed as he clattered down the stairs. noel grumbled and snatched his shirt up from where it had been abandoned on the floor. he pulled it over his head and handed fern her clothes. she left the top button undone and stuffed her tie into her school bag. they shuffled downstairs and hovered in the doorway of the kitchen as liam begged peggy for a bottle of bleach.

his friends, mitch and danny, were gawking up at her with flushed faces. noel reached around to clip them both on the ear and rounded his attention to liam. "stop makin' such a fuss, we weren't doin' nothing."

"bollocks you were!" he yelled, stilling only when fern placed a gente hand on his shoulder. liam liked her, don't get him wrong, there was just something about her that unnerved him. it could have been her different family background, but it was more likely that she actually chose to spend time with his cunt of a brother. "what were you going to do, liam? noel and i were going to go out and pick up dinner so you'll have a while."

and she was nice. too nice, if you asked him. "we were gonna play cards, but now we 'ave to burn our eyes out with mam's bleach." mitch laughed behind his sleeve. liam glared at him.

fern extracted her car keys from her bag left by the bottom of the stairs after bringing it down with her. peggy rifled through her purse and handed noel twenty quid for the fish and chips, along with their small order list. three mini fishes, two portions of scampi, six chicken nuggets for liam, three large portions of chips and a pot of curry sauce for fern.

liam began to complain again, "i want to go this week! noel goes all the time!" but floundered under peggy's gaze as she kissed noel on the cheek and told him to take his coat because it was getting colder outside. "your friends aren't here to sit around with your brother! you're staying and you'll be fine with it, or ye can wash up afterwards."

fern laughed noel out of the door and back into the car as danny extracted a pack of cards from the pocket of his trousers to liam's dismay. noel lit a cigarette as he sat in the car, window down slightly to let the smoke out at fern pulled out of the council estate and back into town. "chances of it being busy?"

"fuckin' astronomical. we'll be lucky to get in and out in half an hour." she parked on the side of the road, and the harsh glow of light flooding out of the front window of the fish and chip shop hit them right in the face, as did the smell of fat and a large queue of people.

they worked in a usual motion: join the end of the queue, shuffle forwards every few minutes, check watch, mumble something in the other's ear, read off order to the guy at the till, move to the side, look at watch again, greet someone they knew who'd walked in through the door, look hopeful at an order, whisper something again, step forwards to get the food, pay, and leave.

forty five minutes. they were back in the car by half five, back at noel's house for quarter to and sat down squashed all together at the table by six.

it was all very domestic, and noel felt his usually cold heart warm as he looked at fern joke with liam while holding a conversation with his mam at the same time. the phone rang at seven, it always did, audrey asking fern if she was staying over. "yeah, if that's alright with you and dad?" it was. he liked her parents, and they liked him. domestic. going places from hale, but staying in burnage at the same time.

they would make it work. fern had always tried, so noel thought he'd give it a punt too.

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Oasis masterlist

𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

Dating Liam

Candy Apple Lips -> Liam suggests something new - edging.

Drunken Rants -> Reader hangs out with their best friend for the first time in months.

𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

Dating Noel

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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.

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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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