#graham coxon x fem!reader

[lgwifey]

hii love could i please request something with graham just something cute and fluffy (maybe beginning in angst and ending fluff??) love you xx

(Hiyaaaa babes, sorry my writings been really dead recently but I hope this is okay x)

PINKY PROMISE

90s!graham coxon x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

Bright lights flashed in the group's face as they waited for their call to enter the stage of the popular talk show.

Y/n stood with the rest of her band, she was in the middle with their bassist behind her. They weren't as popular as Cassie and Myra, the vocals and guitarist, and they weren't overly bothered by it. At the end of the day, they all came into this business because of their love of music and as long as she was playing with her bestfriends she was happy.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, Cassie, Myra, Y/n and Luka also known as Y/b/n."

The four strolled over to the long couch set out beside the host's chair and desk. None of them had gone over the top on their outfit for the interview, sticking to what they might of worn on stage or in the streets.

Y/n sat between Myra and Luka, fixing her hair to how it was before it got messed up by the fan blowing air at them all.

Eventually the live audience stopped applauding and the man in a suit turned to them.

"First of all, I'm starting to think that all guys should stop weightlifting and get a set of drums in there, Y/n those look pretty dangerous."

The teenage girl laughed before flexing her arms, Luka pulling them down with an amused expression on his face.

"Yeah, playing drums pratically everyday since your three give you some muscle."

"Three !? Anyways, back to the script or my boss' are gonna tell me off. What can you tell me about the-"

Y/n listened as Cassie and Myra answered his questions aimed to get, waiting paciently for her and Luka's turn.

As her friends answered their questions, her eyes scanned over the crowd. Luka must've noticed her unintentional quiet sigh because he discretely held onto her hand for the rest of the interview.

Y/n gave an ached groan as her bones slowly slid back into a normal position, muscles aching from how she had fell asleep.

Her sleep dosed eyes fluttered around as she dragged her mind into conciousness. Still in last night's heels, she made a mental reminder to try to take them off next time as one on her ankles was twisted sideways by the scuffed, plastic pink platform and her other leg was dinted with marks from the thin straps that crawled up to her knee.

She must have been spending too long observing her surroundings because soon an arm crawled out from under the crumbled duvet and killed the irritating noise which echoed out of her phone.

Her spine let out a satisfying crack as she arched it just before falling on her side to face Graham. The guitarist layed with his head buried under the blanket, pillow sideways and phone drooped half over his head. He'd gave all his effort for the morning in turning the alarm off and was now just letting his body mould back into the comfortable bed.

"Morning."

She waited a moment before the gruff responce of a sleepy mumble was muffled by the duvet, letting her eyes roll as she watched him move to have the pillows over his face and the duvet closer to him.

Knowing she wasn't going to be able to get him to move any time soon, she slipped out of bed, pulling a random pair of sweatpants over last nights dress before trying to walk to the kitchen to find the few aspirins left for help with the fog that clouded her brain whenever she stood up.

The flat had been left in an even more catastrophic state than usual, plastic shot glasses littered on the coffee table and kitchen counters.

Half an hour later, Graham wondered into the kitchen to find her staring off into space, a cup of cold coffee in her hands and yesterdays mascara dried onto her undereye .

"Nice night ?"

She dropped out of her own thoughts, finally blinking and looking over to where he stood with bed hair and tired eyes.

"I should ask you the same thing ."

Y/n got up from her seat, pouring the coffee in the sink and wondering off to the bathroom. He followed her, running his hand through his hair whilst trying to think of what is the best thing he could say, well what's less likely to get him sleeping on the couch for a week.

"Look I'm really, really sorry babe. You know I would've come if I could."

She turned around with a less than impressed expression on her face.

"That's the best you could come up with ?"

He paused at her reaction, before he carried in explaining.

"I got a last minute call, you know how it is."

"No Gray, I don't know how it is because I have to schedule everything around your little last minute things you get from this new management and the one time I ask you to do one thing, just come and sit in a seat at a chat show."

"I know"

She nodded, waiting for more.

“And I’m the worst boyfriend in the world for missing your interview.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And I won’t do it again ?”

She raised an eyebrow at that comment.

“Pinky promise ?”

She paused for a second, thinking through her options before replying with the vague

“I’m going having a bubble bath after last night, you’ve got till then to make it up to me.”

Her small smile contrasted her serious tone and Graham let out a small breath of relief as she spun into the bathroom,closing the door and letting the tub start running.

He immediately ran to the phone, calling the one memorised number and letting the device ring before speaking to the person on the other end of the line.

“Hiya Dames, yeah where did you get those flowers for Y/n’s birthday ?”

[twentiethcenturyboyy]

"𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆": 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑮/𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨/𝑵:

- 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.

- 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

- 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒙

- 𝑪/𝑾: 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃/𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆

- 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 717

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He looked so tranquil, sprawled out on the bed, mind among the clouds. It was so different to what had happened only a few minutes prior. Then, he was so vocal, so desperate, but now he's laying flat on his back, one hand on his chest, his other arm spread out.

His chest rises and falls ever so gently, and his eyelashes flutter on the occasion. There's cum left on his stomach from when he couldn't contain himself and theres a few love bites trickled around his jawline, neck, and collarbone. I reach over and fix his glasses which sit on his face slightly wonky and gently stroke his face. There's no reaction but I'm not surprised; he's still so deep into subspace.

"Gra, baby, you with me?" I ask to no reply.

"Graham, love?" Again. No reply.

"Gra, you alright, my good boy?" I ask.

"Hm? Oh- yes, yes, I'm alright." He finally replies, voice soft and almost a whisper.

"I thought you were gone for good there, love." I say gently, shifting his messy hair away from his sweaty forehead. He only hums in reply. "Do you mind if I leave you alone for a moment? I won't be long, I promise." He nods.

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About 10 minutes later, I return from the bathroom and into the bedroom. Graham's still laying in the same position, eyes open, but lids drooping sleepily. He notices my return and turns his head to the side, giving me a small, sweet smile. I go over and pick him up bridal-style before walking back to the bathroom where he sees that I've run a steamy bath, a few candles lit on the side of the tub.

I help him into the tub, making sure not to let him slip over; his legs were still weak. Soon after, I climb in behind him, and he leans back against my chest as if acting on instinct. It was so natural for us both to be so close.

I carefully take his glasses away, folding the arms and placing them aside. I slowly begin soaking him with the water, using a small jug to wet his hair all while he sits there compliantly. I pour a bit of shampoo onto the palm of my hand and begin to massage it into his hair, scratching his scalp just how he likes it. He hums and mumbles a small "Thank you."

We stay in the tub for a while, making sure both him and I are clean. I notice his eyes drooping and decide that this would be a good time to get out.

I get out of the bath first, drying myself and putting on some clean pyjamas (a simple tank top and some plaid bottoms) whilst he watches me, adoration flooding his beautiful dark brown eyes. I help him out of the tub, letting him rest his tired hands on my shoulders for support.

I ruffle his hair with his towel while he giggles quietly and softly, before I make work on the rest of his body. I have him sit on the toilet lid, and he looks at me with a confused expression before I slide his pyjama shorts up his legs.

"I can do that, you know." He mumbles.

"I know," I smile. "Lift your arms for me, love."

He acceeds, allowing me to tug one of his old band t-shirts over his head and arms, kissing his forehead right after. He tilts his head up and kisses me back, this time on the lips.

Again, I assist him in getting up, and we walk slowly back into the bedroom. I pull the covers back and allow him to slide into bed before laying down myself. As soon as I shift into position, he snuggles up against me, head on my chest and arm around my waist. I kiss his forehead again.

"Did you enjoy it, love?" I mumble.

"Yes, I did. Thank you. Did you?" He yawns.

"Of course I did. I enjoy being with you a lot, no matter what we do together."

"I feel like 'm gonna doze off."

"Doze off then, I'll be here when you wake up like always."

He smiles sleepily. "Goodnight, lovely."

"Goodnight." I whisper as he drifts off to sleep. I follow soon after.

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[sirenlulls]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

i will write — fem & gender neutral!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pregnancy & parent fics, social media aus

i won't write — drastic age gaps (5-10+ years depending on the character), eating disorders, self harm, suicide, toxic relationships, major nsfw, character x character fics

who i write for ↓

( youtubers ) wroetoshaw, miniminter, calfreezy, chrismd, george clarke, theburntchip, arthurtv.

( formula 1 ) charles leclerc, carlos sainz, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll.

( celebrities ) timothée chalamet, zendaya, florence pugh, jack champion, harry styles, alex turner, elijah hewson, robert keating, josh jenkinson, ryan mcmahon, gene gallagher, lennon gallagher, damon albarn, graham coxon

requests are open!

[ssupersonicc]

please, dear — g.c

♡ pairing — graham coxon x fem!reader

♡ summary — gra fingers dear y/n in front of a mirror to show her how utterly delectable she looks when she cums.

♡ includes — sexual content, pwp, vaginal fingering, switch in dom/sub dynamics towards the end (so i might make a part two to this).

♡ a/n — this is my first fic, so please let me know how you liked it! thoughts and feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

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“Watch yourself, dear,” she was perched upon his lap, his calloused hand wrapped snugly around her throat and her thighs were parted to hook over his own.

Reddened lips were grazing at her throat, nipping at the flesh with his teeth before mouthing at the mark he had inflicted.

“So pretty, don’t you think?” he hummed, long fingers teasing the seams of her underwear, the pretty pink cotton saturated and soaking and the constant surges of arousal had her dripping on his jeans.

Graham snapped the elastic against her searing skin after hooking a finger beneath it. Anything to get her to pay attention.

“Come on, darling,” his words were hot against the shell of her ear, his large palm damned a sharp slap upon the thickness of her thigh and a chuckle rumbled deep within his chest when she cried out.

Y/n whined, but never shied away from his stare in the mirror in front of them. Her eyes; glistening and filled with tears, scanned over herself, doing as she was told and gawping dumbly at the saturated patch of fabric just above her slit.

The way his fingertips grazed the little bow that held itself pride and place on her underwear had her head reeling. She felt so deliciously intoxicated, staring with hooded eyes and grasping hands.

“P-please, Gra,” she breathed, shifting in his embrace and mewling highly when his lips sponged at her pulse point. “m’so wet for you.”

He chuckled, running his index and middle finger along her covered folds, revelling in the sweet gasps that tumbled from her pretty throat.

“Jus’ want you to see what I see, m’love,” he smiled against her temple, pressing a kiss there before pulling her panties to the side. “that’s all.”

Two fingers drew tight circles against her clit before trailing to her opening, his digits spreading her arousal along her pussy lips and her hips began to buck against his palm, whining when she saw her wetness glistening from in between her thighs.

“Feel how hard you’ve made me,” he groaned, “jus’ wanna take care of you, darling.”

Graham’s middle finger traced her opening before sinking his long digit inside of her — curling it at the tip, searching for that special spot deep inside of her. His movements were ever so slow, but deliciously deep and she clutched desperately at his wrist, inwardly crooning for him to fasten his pace.

“Can’t believe you‘re mine,” he muttered against her searing skin, watching with a lazy smile when she gasped and writhed in a euphoria she couldn’t quite comprehend. “Such a gorgeous girl.”

“More,” she whined, and her hazy eyes rolled to the back of her skull when he put pressure against her throat — squeezing just enough to have her chest heaving and cheeks warming. “Wan’ it so bad, Gra.”

“You want more, hm, m’love?” He cooed, a second finger pushing inside of her with little resistance, the two digits scissoring crudely inside of her — stretching her so delectably. “Think you can take three?”

Y/n nodded exuberantly and he hummed against her, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Want you to watch yourself cum,” he grabbed at her chin, tugging it — pressing her to stare at herself and his thumb and forefinger made her cheeks squish and lips jut into a pout. “You can finally see what I see, dear. Get to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.”

“Please,” her hooded eyes watched the constant pounding to her hole, she was so close, and her pussy was clenching desperately. “Make me cum!”

Graham curled the tips of his fingers upwards once, twice, and on the third time she was unraveling around them, creaming his digits and grabbing at his wrist for some sort of support. Her body spasmed and jolted in his grasp, but her stare never left the mirror in front of them.

He coaxed her down from her orgasm, the scissoring of his fingers slowing to short, dull pumps.

Her mouth was open, bottom lip trembling slightly, slowly but surely recovering from her high and stuttering her words through her abused throat.

A small “thank you, m’love” was all she managed to utter before wiggling against his lap — Gra’s erection still stiff and prominent as ever from underneath her weight.

Craning her neck, she kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue inside his mouth and curling it against his — his fingers had gone from inside her, though the pads of his fingers grazed against her tummy, waiting patiently for her still-slick cunt to lessen in sensitivity.

“Let me make you feel good, Gra,” she uttered against his mouth, one of her own hands snaking around the back of his head to tangle in his hair. “wanna show you how good you look when you cum.”

She was smirking now, the tables completely turning — previously submissive, she soon switched, dominance reeling and it had his eyes fluttering shut and cock twitching from beneath the confines of his jeans.

“Please, dear,” he whined, and she began to smirk once she heard his next little croons — something she had uttered through a whine merely minutes before. “wan’ it so bad.”

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[lgwifey]

THE EXTRA

90s!graham coxon x fem!reader

summary : One of the girls for Blur's new music video gets Graham's attention, will anything be made from it ?

warnings : n/a

MASTERLIST

1995

"Hi, i'm y/n !"

Graham stood awstruck by the angelic woman infront of him. He eventually managed to stutter out a 'hi' in reply, a snicker coming from his friends beside him.

Y/h/l y/h/c swayed as she smiled at him, moving to introduce herself to the next musician in the line, Alex. No surprises, the bassist's eyes basically automatically wondered down from the model's face and to her chest, which was very much flaunted by the outfit she'd been instructed to wear by the director. Graham's eyes followed his friend's, a blush shading his face as he did so and causing Damon to laugh again from beside him.

"Wanna blush anymore mate ?"

The blonde winced in pain when Graham hit him in the face because of his mocking whisper. At the sound, y/n twisted around to see what was going on. The brunnette threw her an innocent smile which the blonde held his face, not noticing her questioning look.

Before Graham could find himself the courage to make conversation with the pearl infront of him, another girl was directed to the men to introduce herself before filming started. She wore the same outfit was y/n but Graham just couldn't appreciate how it looked on her now that he'd seen the girl of his dreams wearing the same thing.

Half way into the day and he'd not seen her since she introduced herself. One sentence had been all it took to hook him.

"Who ya lookin' for ?"

She almost scared him out of his skin, a sudden voice and a tap on the shoulder had never been such a fright.

"Urm, no-one ?"

She gave a giggle at his reply, moving round to be facing him. He noticed almost immediatly that she'd changed out of the brown milkmaid outfit and into a creme blouse and dusky blue skirt and suspenders. She carried two bus driver hats in her hand, holding one out to him to take.

"I've been told to come joint you, Damon said you'd be over here. "

'Here' was the drinks station where the extras where given water and juice and a selection of alcohols where stocked for the band.

He mumbled an 'yeah' before awkwardly taking a sip of the budweiser in his hand. He noticed y/n's glance at it.

"Oh, d'ya want one ?"

"Oh i'm not suposed to, they're for the band only."

He rolled his eyes, getting a bottle out from the minifridge situated underneith the pop up table and popping the top off for her.

She gave a bright smile as she took it from his hand, her fingers grazing over his. Y/n didn't really notice the touch, her hand was a bit numbed by the sudden feeling of refreshingly cold from the glass bottle. He was mesmerised when she downed what must've been half of the bottle within the first few seconds of having it.

"I've been told that i'm no longer a milkmaid crawling around hay."

"Really ?!"

He laughted at her disgust of what they where making the girls do. Wear the skimpiest outfits they can get away with and run around hay and a massive board game pretending you all share half a braincell. Not that he would say but his, Alex and Damon where pratically begging managment to let them be in those scenes of the video.

"Yeah, i'm now,"

She waved her free hand about and showed off the outfit that covered her more.

"a bus helper-outer-a."

"a bus helper-outer-a ?"

She made him laugh more, which made her laugh, beer almost falling out of her mouth.

"Yeah, i'm with you in the bus people outfits."

"a bus helper-outer-a !"

"I dunno what it's called alright. But i'm a bus helper-outer-a who crawls over hay instead of a milkmaid who crawls over hay."

He just shook his head in amusement at her defence.

He went to go and explain to her that they where dressed as bus drivers but one of her camera hands started walking over to them.

Y/n must've caught sight of the slightly older man walking towards them because when his head turned to look at a noise echoing over from the otherside of the building she shoved her bottle into his Graham's hand and took his hat for him. He was confused for a moment before remembering that she wasn't suposed to be drinking anything other than the water or juice, director's orders so then none of the girls got 'too comfortable', in his words.

When the hand reached the pair he accidentally gave Graham a judgmental look at the two bottles before remembering that he man was paying him and turning his look to the girl who was no more than a slutty extra trying to get in one of the musician's beds.

"Urm we're ready for you two Mr Coxon."

"Thanks Luke,"

Graham turned and put the two bottles in the bin before taking a hold of y/n's hand, slipping one of the blue hats onto his head.

"Come on bus helper-outer-a."

"Time to climb over some hay !"

Y/n voiced the comment in a sarcastic tone, causing the camera hand to pull a annoyed face and Graham to laugh.

The pair stayed together for the rest of the day, whilst the other girls crawled over Alex and Damon on the stacks of hay, y/n was filmed pouring the straw-like sticks on Grahams head, putting more on him as he tryed to remove them each time.

"Wait so youre telling me you where at Stanway in 84 !"

"Year ten yeah."

Graham was gobsmacked at the infomation.

"I was in year eleven ! How did I never see you you're like, wow."

He said it before he could think, his words causing a tomato red blush to cover y/n.

"Thanks, urm"

She managed to get herself speaking again after the inital shock past.

"I kinda just hid in the art room at lunch, you stayed in the music block-"

Her eyes went wide.

Oh my god! Think your words through y/n !

"I mean like, I would assume you where in the music block in your free time."

Nice cover up you-

She scoulded herself internally for the slip of tongue.

So yes, the majority of her time at Stanway was spent crushing over 'Graham Coxon, y'know in the year above us.' 'Blonde Babe's friend ?' 'Yeah, the one with glasses.'

"Probably guessing correctly."

He gave a nervous laugh before casually pulling out his mobile.

"Urm I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to swap contacts ?"

Y/n copied his actions, give a nod to his question.

"That sounds fab."

He started clicking in his number on the flip-phone she'd handed him, a foam y/f/c sticker on the face of it. She was a quick typer, already having put her number into his phone.

"Y'know, there's this really nice resteraunt down the road from here if you maybe, obviously you don't have to though."

"No, it sounds like a good idea, i'll just tell the boys im going now. I'll only be a second so don't run off."

She gave a laugh as he jogged off backwards to where Alex was stood flirting with some of the other extras who where still to leave. There was no need to worry about him running off, the idiot had left his phone in her hand. She also had her phone back, the saved contact profile shown on the small screen.

Gray :D

[lgwifey]

JEALOUSY

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : When they're at an awards show, Blur notice a certain Gallagher's eyes wondering over to where they shouldn't be.

MASTERLIST

PART TWO

1995

Silk fabric stroked against the red carpets of Alexandra Palace as y/n made her way back over to Blur's table with a tray of drinks that she'd been asked to go and get for the group by one of their management team that was attending the event. They where stood up on the stage collecting their third award of the night when she'd left but by the time she had made her way back to the seats, they where all sat down and eagerly waiting for their beverages.

As she approached the table, y/n gave a light tap on her boyfriend's shoulder to tell him not to flinch whilst she put the tray on the table, knowing soneone suddenly appearing from behind him would make him move.

Once the slight dewy, black drinks tray was situated in the center of the table so that the group could all reach for their own pints, she felt a pair of hands rest themselves on her waist and a force pulling her down into the lap of none other than Damon Albarn.

A small laugh escaped her lips at the sight of his pout, a look of offence that she'd moved away from him by more than a centimeter.

Blur and their table where able to tune out of the show whilst Chris Evans gave two awards for the movie catagories. They didn't need to listen to them seeing how they weren't involved in them awards.

Graham had busied himself by showing off the three shiny awards to the girl next to him, casually listing off the groups of people they'd taken victory over in the three seperate catagories.

Alex shushed the pair as the radio host began to speak again, after Nellee Hooper had left the stage with the award identical to the three Graham had just shown y/n.

"And the nominees for the British Group award are ; Blur, Eternal, M People, Oasis and Pink Floyd."

Cheers echoed through everyone's hearing but their table grew in silence. They all knew that if Oasis beat them they'd never hear the end of it from their management and y/n would probably end up getting given most of the blame due to being the head of the publicity for Blur.

Knowing that she'd end up being the most shit off management anyway, the (y/h/c) twenty-two year old started to try to ease the built up tension. After all, awards shows where suposed to be entertaining and fun, not a cause of complete and utter misery. Y/n put a hand on one of Damon's, the one clutching the table in suspence.

"Babe as much as I love you, Pink Floyd are my icons."

He gave her an unamused look, quickly being refused an answer by Evan's next word dancing through the hall's speakers.

"Blur !"

Despite her statement from a second ago, y/n gave a squeal and squashed Damon in a quick hug before the group made their way back up to the stage again to collect their fourth award of the night.

When they eventually arrived back to y/n with another golden figure, Damon pulled his girlfriend towards him for a kiss, moving them to sit down as he did so.

Their laughter and celebration didn't last long unfortunatly, as the two members of Blur's management sat with them silenced the happiness to see who would win the break-though act award.

Y/n didn't see why they needed to pay attention seeing how the lads weren't nominated in that section, but she soon realised why when band that had been made their rivals made their way through the applause to the stage. The group's faces filled with pride and over self-confidence.

Her glass of rosé was finished off in a swig as she slouched in her chair and tipped the glass up over her mouth and nose as the strong accent pounded through the speakers.

Y/n ignore the Mancunian's quibs at the southern band that they had a strong disliking for, holding onto Damon's hand which was clentched in a fist.

She knew why he was so furious, not only was a mouthy gob slagging him and his friends off infront of the entire world but was also eyeing up his girl.

None of them would have noticed the youngest Gallagher's constant gaze of the woman adorned in a tight silk dress, which perfectly clung to where it needed to, had it not been that a week prior to the Brit Awards, Liam had given a very detailed description to a music magazine on her and how she deserved someone better than the vocalist she had been dating for the past two years.

She shifted herself from her own chair to Damon's lap, hugging him so her chin rested in the crook of his neck. He wrapped an arm around her figure, holding her tight against him whilst he glared at the men on the lit up stage.

She gave a light kiss on his jaw, a dusty pink mark left for all to see. Following the affection was a small laugh which drew his attention from Liam to the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

He raised an eyebrow at her face, the one which was struggling to hold back full on cackling.

"What ?"

Y/n shook her head in amusment, glossy lips pursed tightly.

"You act all cute when you're jealous."

"You think i'm jealous of that."

The couple looked over to the man in an awkward fur coat who was acting like he owned the place and confidently swaggering back to his seat, his older brother and bandmates following behind him.

She threw her hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the laughter.

Damon just gave a soft smile, no longer looking at the idiot in fur but at his girl. The girl who clung onto his arms and leaned into his sides when they where out and she saw a camera facing them. The girl who forced him to go and see his parents for Sunday Dinner at least twice a month, even when it meant dragging him into a taxi and forcing him through their front door.

Of course he wasn't jealous, he had no reason to be when she was devoutly his.

[lgwifey]

DISTRACTIONS

90s!damon albarn x gn!reader

Summary : Y/n has to go and meet up with Oasis' managment to sort out some media complications which they really don't want to have to do. They find their ability to mess with their boyfriend as the perfect thing to do to make him forget about their plans.

Warnings : makeout sesh ? (y/p/n's - your parent's name's)

MASTERLIST

1994

Shouting drifted through the brick walls of the terrace house. An unbearingly loud crash stumbling Y/n from their sleep.

The couple next door where always fighting, it drove them around the bend. It didn't matter what time, what day always a shout about something or the other.

Evertime they could be heard through the walls all y/n did was beg whoever was out there that them and Damon didn't end up the sameway when they where older.

Of course every couple had their fights, Y/n remembered the time when Damon had had the last Thorntons whilst they where out so they threw a child's plastic cutting board at his back, seeing how they where at y/p/n's house and weren't a far distance from their little sister's toys. Or the time y/n drunk so much that they snogged Alex for a laugh, only Damon didn't take it as a laugh and the couple ended up having a full on screaming match at his parent's house.

The memory caused them to cringe, their nose scrunching up in distaste.

Y/n jumped a mile when a hand moved under the covers and held onto their thigh loosely, thankfully it was only the half-asleep blonde next to them.

He gave a complaining groan as his eyes began to flutter, voice still in it's waking up phase of raspy, mumbled words.

"Neighbours aren't fucking fighting again are they ?"

He looked up to the clock on the bedside table furthest from him, when he caught sight of the time another groan was made.

"It's not even eight."

The y/h/c twenty three year old gave a small laugh, falling back to laying down in the bed rather than sitting against the headboard, which was starting to become uncomfortable. Damon's hand drifted up to their waist and as he did so the ACDC top they had been sleep in went up with it, one side of their legs now being exposed to the duvet.

The couple layed in silence, well their house was silent next door was still louder than a bomb.

A minute or two just dedicated to gazing into each other's eyes, noticing the little features few picked up on. Small smiles gracing each other's lips.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Y/n broke the silence with a small voice, Damon giving a hum.

"Your mum called yesterday around dinner."

His hum was almost instantly replace with a groan, rubbing his eyes hard and turning to lie on his back rather than his side.

"You have to go round for tea, no excuses. She's saved us both a space at the table for Sunday Dinner."

"Is it going to be there ?"

Y/n sat up, frowning at their boyfriend and taking his hand off of their hip.

"Damon, he's your little sister's boyfriend. Can't you at least try to be nice to him."

"Y/n/n, he isn't good enough for Jess, we both know it so we might as well admit it outloud."

He pushed himself up, leaning against the bed's headrest and facing the glare of Y/n Y/l/n.

"Okay, put yourself in Jess' shoes. What if you brought me to meet your family and Jess decided you where too good for me."

"Jess doesn't-"

" 'ight, so you take me out for dinner with your family and the whole time we're out, Jess complains about my family or how I didn't go to university so i'm not good for you. How would you feel 'ey ?"

He looked at them for a second before giving in to their watering up eyes.

"Aw love."

He wrapped y/n in his arms, pulling them across the bed so she was closer to him.

"Okay, i'll try to be nicer"

Y/n stopped their waterworks display on que, it worked every time, and gave a cheeky smile to Damon, pulling his head down lightly via a hand on his jaw. A slow, passionate kiss.The kiss was only just becoming heated when a chime rang, signalling that someone had pressed the front door's bell.

Damon was on the verge of stabbing whoever rang it for interupting the little affection he had been getting due to rushing around for the past few months with his mates, trying to finish the album the best they could.

"I swear, if that's Gray."

"You wouldn't hurt a fly."

Y/n tapped his shoulder, pulling the covers off of their body and jumping into a pair of joggers so they could answer the door.

Y/n stumbled out of the master bedroom half an hour after the doorbell being rang by the postman. They walked around in a pair of loose fitting leather trousers, which shaped their ass perfectly, and their hair perfectly messy. Their shirt was in their hands, a dusk sunburst orange fitted short sleeved t-shirt.

Damon tryed to stop his eyes wondering down. Even after two years seeing their perfectly outlined torso out before him and him knowing he couldn't have his way with it was down-right torture on his part. He refocusd himself on the television that was playing in the corner of the kitchen only for the topless idiot to started skipping over to him.

They were going to be the death of him.

"Y/n/n. Love, can you put a top on."

Y/n gave an amused look as he basically stood with his back to them, facing the small television in the opposite direction to where they where wondering around.

They took a hold in his jawline with one of her hands, slowly turning him around to face them.

"Dames, we've literally been together for years. I don't mind you looking or i'd be in my shirt."

They placed a scent luxing kiss on his neck, causing him to groan slightly.

Y/n was suposed to be leaving for the meeting with Big Brother Records in five minutes, it was all clearly a trap so he wouldn't make them go and talk to Oasis' managment about boring media image.

A trail of invisible, wet marks started to make their way across the twenty-seven year old's neck. Y/n swiftly moved onto the counter top, dragging open mouthed kisses along Damon's jaw whilst he became rigid, moving his hands to grip them, one on their right thigh while the other attatched itself to their left hip.

He was putty in their hands at that moment. The two had barely had alone time for the last few months despite living in the same house so at this point y/n could hold his hand and he'd bend to their every command.

Y/n turned his head so they could get to his lips without moving, causing made a faint line of open mouthed kissed across his cheek, from his earlobe to his lips.

Before they could carry on the torture for him, he attatched his lips to their's, fully giving into them and going soft from his previous rigid state. His arms moved to rest on the conter on either side of y/n's legs, holding onto the back few of their leather trouser's beltloops.

Y/n pulled his body closer into them by wrapping their calfs around his waist and jolting themself backwards slightly so he followed. The grinning taunt quickly nudged their body back to where it was before, wrapping their legs back around Damon's lower torso so he couldn't move back to, not that he had any plan to anyway.

Damon started to pull at their trousers waist, only for Y/n to gently pull his hands off. Instead they pulled up his light grey t-shirt. The clothing caused their interwining mouths to pull apart for a millisecond longer than either of them wanted.

As Damon dragged y/n's hips forward, digging his fingers into their naturally perfectly sculptued body, the couple where launched apart.

"Shit !"

They moved apart, a faint string of siliva falling onto both of their chins as they pulled away and turned to find Graham standing in the kitchen's enterance. Poor thing looked traumatised.

"Hi Gray."

They gave a innocent smile, hopping down off of the counter and pulling their top over their head. They pressed a light kiss on the back of Damon's neck, where his hair was just starting to grow as it faded up, and they wrapped their arms around his waist from the back. They let out a giggle at the event, Damon once again infuriated that they'd been cut off.

"What d'ya want Gray ?"

"Right urm, Andy sent me over to make sure y/n didn't get distracted from their meeting with Big Brother."

Y/n gave a complaining teenage-styled grunt into Damon's still bare back as they dropped face first into him.

[lgwifey]

JEALOUSY PART TWO

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : After the Brits, y/n finds herself bumping into Liam, an unpleasant conversation leading to awkward news articles.

Warning : use of 'f*g' once, not proof read

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

1995

Y/n directed herself through the smoke filled bar. Her shoes stuck to the wooden floors that seemed to have had an entire larger factory's monthly exports thrown onto them and her body was shuffled carelessly through the hot and sweaty crowds.

It wasn't this busy usually, one of the reasons it was one of her favourate drinking places. The lack of popularity of the dingy pub meant that she could go out with Damon without masses of press commenting on their every move. Unfortunatly, she'd forgotten that there was a rugby match on tonight and therefore the place was filled to the brim with what could only be described as 'the classic english man whose probably called Gary or something like that' and dolled up women, most of who she was contemplating asking where they got their shoes, dresses, earings etc. from.

When she'd finally found herself a table, she was sure Damon and Graham would be done ordering. There weren't that many of them out tonight; just her, Damon, Graham and Alex seeing how Dave had stayed at home to spend time with his wife.

A few minutes past and y/n had the pacience of a toddler so she stood up on the semi-circular booths seat and tryed to spot Damon or Graham within the ridiculous amount of people. Alex had nipped into the toilets with some bird he'd found outside so there was little chance of him coming back very soon.

"Com'on babe, where are you ?"

She muttered under her breath as she glanced around the room. She wasn't good at being by herself so this wasn't the most ideal situation for her. Her lip was starting to be bit, her nails digging into her now scarred palm. Soon y/n found herself tapping her long, y/f/c varnished nails on the circular dark oak table. Why the lads where taking so long, she didn't understand.

It got to a point where she felt like just leaving and going home. She couldn't stand being in the low-cut shirt and miniskirt whilst being completely sober, she needed a burn down her throught. She hadn't thought when she was getting dressed that she'd be left this long with her mind. The short, half pleated blue demin skirt was showing off the vast majority of her legs, the original thought of 'this is so cute' now having become 'what if people think my legs are too big ?'. Her long sleeved top was showing off nearly everything, the thin material letting the texture of her bra be seen easily even under the dimed lights. Now her thoughts where racing around like NASCARS and she felt a strong urgh to go home and cry in fluffy pyjamas whilst watching 10 Things I Hate About You.

"Funny seeing you here ."

As if the night couldn't get any worse !

Y/n tilted her to the left slightly finding the owner of the manc accent. She gave a roll of her eyes, her attitude clearly not being read by the over confident man seeing how he moved himself into the booth.

"Hi Liam."

Her teeth gritted together. It seemed that the Oasis singer had been following her everywhere the past few weeks after the Brits. She'd been considering getting a restraint order, but thought that might've been a tad bit too over the top.

Not only had he came into the booth, but he'd sat down about 30cm away from her, parka coated arm flung over the top of the chair and resting a finger-touch away from her shoulder.

"So, how’s the fag ?"

She turned and glared at him. Not only was he straight up insulting her boyfriend, but he was using slurs as well.

"I don't know Liam, how are you ?"

Y/n expected him to get wound up by her comment, what he did was on the very contary though. He just gave a smile, very un-liam.

"Damon's just getting me a drink and he'll be back soon so I suggest you hurry along, wouldn't want to cause trouble."

Liam shuffled closer to the uncomfortable woman, biting his lip hard and letting his eyes drop past her face.

" Y'ur so fuckin' sexy when you use that accent."

She gave him an obscured look. Her accent was normal according to her, a perfectly normal Whitechappel accent.

"Okay ! I'm going now."

Her hands flew up in a fluster when he went to rest his arm on her shoulder, jumping up and quickly exiting the booth, walking in the direction back to the bar through the crowd of sports fans. As she was walking out, she met up with Damon who was stood in the doorway.

"Dames I've been waiting down there for ages, why where you taking so long ?"

The blonde gave her a confused look.

"I thought you said to meet you at the end of the bar, I thought you just went to the toilets do we where waiting here for you."

"Urgh, forget it."

She rolled over the mistake, it was deafeningly loud and even with accustumed hearing due to concert, anyone can make mistakes.

Y/n was holding onto her goosebumped arms, a few fingers with rings hitting the lights from much further into the room and bouncing it off into a stranger's eyes.

"Could we just leave please. I just wanna go home right now."

Damon had agreed to leave without any pursuation needed. All he could see was that his girlfriend was uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he doesn't like y/n feeling that he controls her in anyway so leaving after one drink was the go to decision for him.

The next morning they had both woken up like they normally would. Neither had to deal with a hangover so the day went along usual.

Y/n had almost forgotten about yesterdays bump in with Liam, arising from her bed with a whine directed to the sun pokeing through the blinds.

If waking up to being blinded wasn't perfect enough, the landline started blaring rings across the rooms. Damon, being Damon, was still dead to the world. He somehow always managed to sleep through everything, often dropping off half-way through award shows and leaving y/n having to deal with people by herself, Gray and Alex being very little help seeing how they where usually hammered by the time the half time performance started.

"Hello ?"

Her voice held a harsh tone to it accidentally.

"Y/n, lovely to see you hunny."

The woman became less agitated when Hazel's voice came through the telephone.

"Damon isn't there is he? I just need to speak to him for a moment."

"Yeah 'course, one sec Hazel."

Y/n dropped the phone, leaving it hanging against the wall.

She ran back to the master bedroom, jumping onto the bed, subquency rocking the body awake.

She straddled over his waist, pecking him on the lips slightly before talking to him, lips still against his.

"Wakey wakey hunny bun."

He gave a groan at the cringe that just came out of his girlfriend's mouth, eyes fluttering open slightly.

"Lemme sleep."

He rolled over onto his side, knocking y/n off and onto the crumpled bedsheets.

"Dames, your mum's on the phone in the kitchen."

"What does she want ?"

"Not a clue,"

She pecked his cheek before jumping off of the bed and exiting the room.

"Get up."

Damon soon followed after y/n, having eventually worked up enough energy to move from under the plush covers.

Whilst he slouched tired against the counter whilst y/n leaned over and tryed to hear the conversation.

"Hiya mum... yeah, yeah it's nice to talk to you again too..."

He turned and widened his eyes in y/n's direction, causing a small giggle to bubble from her because of his over-dramatic agony from talking to Hazel.

She watched as his facial expressions slowly dropped, his face becoming numb. After a few seconds he gave a little hum and ended the call.

"No... thanks for telling me mum... yeah love you too. Bye."

Damon didn't say anything useful when he'd hung up, just grabbing his coat and sliding a pair of adidas on before leaving the flat in a rush. He didn't leave her anytime to question his where he was going or what his mum had said which had made him need to leave so quickly, only muttering a stern 'stay here y/n/n.'

As he opened the front door, a outragous amout of cameras where send flashing manic, causing y/n to jump back in shock.

Damon arrived back at home around half an hour later, a look of fury plastered on his face. His baby blue eyes where suddenly replaced with a dark tone and his brow had lines dinted in the middle of them.

Y/n noticed that in his hand held a copy of four different newspapers.

"What's going on Dames ?"

His eyes jumped up, almost as if he'd forgotten she was actually there in the room. The blonde scratched the back of his neck, teeth gritted and eyes clentched shut like he was begging for everything to just stop it's existance.

"Damon !"

"Gray got in a fight s'all."

She rolled her eyes, jumping up off of the couch where she was watching a recorded episode of Red Dwarf and ripping one of the newspapers out of his hand.

Right there, blasted front page was a murky photo of y/n sat down in the booth from the bar in yesterday night's outfit with Liam Gallagher's arm flung over chair back, above her shoulder.

She felt the heat fall to her face and tears start to work their way into her eyes.

The press always did this ! Since Liam had made everyone known of his little crush, which was probably just apart of his tiff with Damon, known to the world, she'd no longer been viewed by the tabloids as an actual real life human being. No, according to all of them she was just some toy to chuck about and cause drama with. She was constantly labled as a groupie who was only with Damon to get to one of his friends and anytime she was even caught speaking to a guy it was pictured and sold off to the highest bidder to corrupt into a heartless gossip article.

She suddenly jumped to speaking a hundred miles and hour.

"You're not angry with me right ? I didn't do anything, I didn't want him to talk to me !"

She burst into tears, both ones of anger, for the press and Liam, and ones of pain, she didn't want Damon to be mad at her.

Damon's eyes softened.

"No, why would I be angry with you ?"

Y/n waved a hand at the picture smacked slap bang center of all four paper's front page.

"Oh love, I could never be angry at you, especially not for being forced into a situation like that."

He pulled her in to a squashing hug, hoping she wouldn't be able to hear his mumbled words whilst she was smothered.

"Gallagher on the other hand, "

[lgwifey]

COUNCIL ESTATE

bff!liam gallagher x fem!reader

90s!alex james x fem!reader

Summary : After getting adopted, y/n looses touch with her best friend but bumps into his years later at her boyfriend's award show. For both of them, everything's changed.

Warning : southerner bashing (?)

MASTERLIST

1987

Black adidas hit the floor of the science block in power filled strides. Ripped tights, a rolled up skirt, an untucked jumper and a blazer smothered in patches and badges of different bands and brands.

Y/n Y/l/n was the rebellion of Barlow Roman Catholic High School. In her cherry red blazer's inside pocket was a walkman, it's headphones infront of her messy bun and on her ears. The sound of I Wanna Be Sedated danced through her ears as she made her way to first period with a Greggs' sausage roll in hand and three more stashed in her messanger bag that swung against her hip.

Two sausage rolls for 50p was going to be the death of her.

Her science teacher, Mr Wright, didn't bother too much about his students excuse making ability and basically worked off students being in school late was better than them being absent, so she didn't have to frey detention.

"Hiya Sir."

Y/n's y/f/c nail polished hand pushed the light wood, possibly oak, door open to reveal the middle aged man trying to teach the room full of teenagers about, she looked to the chalkboard at the front of the class, plant and animal cells. She pulled off her headphones,resting them on her shoulders and pausing the tape. Her body skipped it's way to the back of the room where her friends where sat, originally bored out their brains and now holding their hands out to her for the food.

"Good for you to finally join us y/f/n. Your book's in the box at the back."

She gave a nod at the direction, face screwing up at the use of her christened name. Her bag was discarded on the varnished desk which for some reason was always sticky, ew, and she stretched to the box that sat around a meter away from her to get the yellow workbook.

When her book was opened and the date and title had been scribbled down at the top of the white page in a cheap black biro, the y/h/ced teen looked to her left to find her friend basically staring into her soul.

"What's your issue Liams ?"

"Food ? "

The realisation hit her and she mumbled an 'alreat' as she pulled the two hot sausage rolls and the bottle of coke out of her bag.  As she put the stock down on the table between their books and poundshop pens, Liam past her the £1.30 for the things he'd asked her to buy when she'd ran his house from a phone box and told him she'd missed the bus and was therefore going past the highstreet on her way to school.

She almost immediatly pulled out Anna's stuff and passed the sauage roll bag to the girl sat infront of them, who past three ten pences over in the other hand.

After sorting out everyone elses purchases, Y/n got out her bottle of y/f/d.

Finally she actually started paying attention to the lesson Mr Wright was already on the small halfway pop quiz he did at the begining of a subject.

"And y/f/n, "

He pointed the small sparkly red finger pointer stick, which he used for the quizes to try and make them more fun, at the back of the room. Said fourteen year old jumped up dramatically,

"And the powerhouse of the cell is called ?"

"Mitochondria !"

A running joke in the lesson after Liam had asked if that was a disease in the first sub-topic.

The next period of the day was undoubtable the worst.

Maths.

If the subject alone wasn't enough to make y/n want to claw her eyes out and produce them in a smoothie, the rotten Miss Alans was definatly the thing to top off her hatrid of it.

"She 'as it out f'me Liams, wear down."

"Aye. Well as much as I love yeh Birdy, Imma 'ave to leave yeh to it."

Liam had maths next door to y/n.

Mr Lowton.

He literally gave them sweets if they participated and got the answer wrong !

The younger girl gave a grumble as she entered the room and pulled her chair out to slouch down in. A plastic, uncomfortable seat square front-center of the class.

She was a 'trouble maker' according to the old witch.

Honestly, you miss one mass for a concert. Just one.

That was one of the downsides to going to a catholic school, they made sure you went to mass each weekend.

The class dragged on longer than normal, triganometry really could test time's ability to become a tortoise, and half an hour of 'Mary had a little lamb' could really test your sanity's ability to stay strong.

Mary had a little lamb, whose fur was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.

At least that's what she had been singing in her head for the past twenty odd minutes, she wasn't certain the lyrics where spot on but who'd know ?

Y/n was smacked out of her thoughts by a wooden 30cm ruler striking her fingers.

Pain struck through her hand like lightening to a metal rod and she bit her lip furiously in attempt to muffle the screeched curses.

"Miss y/l/n, will you pay attention in my class !"

The strong southern accent shouted through the room, echoing off the walls.

That was another thing y/n couldn't stand about the victorian woman, bloody thatcherite. The greying fifty-eight year old carried on the lesson as if nothing had happened.

bla, bla, bla

sin, cos, tan

The next ten minutes where filled with y/n's mind picturing graphic ways of murdering, or at the very least seriously injuring, the woman pacing infront of the class of petrified teenagers.

A sharpened ruler to the neck; instant slicing, blood spurting out of little sticking out tubey things. It was her favourate image at the moment.

She occationally looked down to her hands, which hadn't moved since the ruler incident. A violet line had become more prominent through them by now and the pain had subsided a smidge.

Maths was the only lesson she'd ever received physical punishments in. Most would say the canes where hell, but those chalkboard dusters hurt like a bitch, especially when at a velosity from being lobbed at your shoulders with the power of one of those shotputs at the olympics.

By the time the lesson was over, y/n was more than ready to leave. She was the first out of the room, waiting infront of next-door's chipped green paint door for the mouthy arses that where Liam Gallagher and Anna Mallons.

Anna was out already and was munching happily on the now cold sausage roll. Liam however was busy chatting indoors so appeared when y/n did, too with a half-ate sausage roll.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe what Sammy told me."

Sammy was Anna's cousin. He was a year older than Anna and Liam, two years older than y/n seeing how she was the baby of the bunch, unfortunatly born at the end of August. He lived in Ireland still with Anna's aunty and gran.

She didn't leave anytime for either to answer with a question before dramatically whispering an answer, showing whatever was going on in Castledurg.

" Aye well, y'know how his school had a colaboration and now girls go there too ? Well there's this one girl and she's joined the,"

She serveyed the area to check for any eavesdroppers before whispering the final part of the sentence.

", the IRA."

The group two paused.

After a minute, probably only a few seconds, y/n grabbed the top of Anna's arm, the red v-neck jumper scrunching up slightly where she had a hold of.

"Anna, that's not'in to be joking about."

"I'm not jokin' y/n, honest to God."

The group remained silent for a moment before Liam abruptly started, basically shouting, about the newest Stone Roses song.

One way to kill the awkward.

The weekend came round slow as per usual.

Y/n was still hung up on the news that a girl in Tommy's class was apart of the IRA.

Sure, she knew that they recruited teenagers, but the knowledge of someone she was friends with knowing one of them was a slight culture shock. They where the kind of people that gave people like her a bad reputation. Poor little immigrant kids, the reputation of terrorists. One of the reasons she faced so much everyday.

She was slouched on her bed on Saturday. Layed in black joggers and a Man City top, one of the ones Liam had outgrew, whilst This Charming Man played on repeat on the record player in the corner. There was no way she could afford it by herself, it was Anna's old one that she gave her as a present when she got a new one. She was relaxed, reading the latest Girl Talk magazine on her bed without any worry other than being concerned about how dead her ends where. Unfortunatly that relaxation was abruptly destroyed by Sister Mackles opening the door.

Sister Mackles was one of the nicer nuns in the orphanage, well nice as long as you stayed on her good side and lucky for y/n she always managed to keep herself in the nun's good books.

"Morning sister."

"Y/f/n dear, quick there's a family here to see you."

Her rushed voice almost caused y/n's heart to stop.

Had she misheard her ?

She must have, the older kids nearly never got adopted.

You hit eight and all hopes where thrown out the window.

She just needed to check.

" 'm sorry sister, what d'ya just say ?"

"Honestly child, there's a family here to see you. "

The woman turned around from removing the record from the pin and threw a dress at the girl to change into.

"Be downstairs in five minutes, the staff dining room."

Y/n gave a nod as the nun closed the door behind her, quickly jumping up and closing her curtains.

She carefully pulled on a pair of sheer black tights and a bra seeing how she wasn't having to wear one before. The brown and dark turquoise dress that had a sort of peacock pattern on it was pulled over her head and down, it ended just as her thighs began. The collar was brown and so where the short sleeves whilst the main body of the clothing item was the kind of peacock pattern.

As she was about to leave the room, y/n realised she had a minute or two left and so fluffed up her hair, the bird's nest having had a cut the day prior and so rested in the most unnatural way possible.

She pulled it back with a big black headband, pulling a few strands to frame her face a bit before flicking on some mascara and lipgloss.

Before leaving the band merchandised room, she pulled on her pair of black adidas that she usually wore as school shoes.

A soft knock occured when her shaking fist made contact with the brown varnished door.

She cursed herself for giving such a bad first impression, an impression before the first impression.

The door was quickly opened by the head nun of the orphanage, the woman who ruined y/n's world every. single. day. Her face was that of one you always felt a need to punch. A grumpy old woman with the personality of a dead squirrel. Her top lip always drooped of the bottom one, her eyes always showed grey and dead emotion. She had whisps on her top lip and wrinkles on every possible area of her face.

Y/n hated her.

"Good for you to finally join us y/f/n."

cow.

The teenager restrainted herself from scowling at the corpse infront of her, the woman let her in and harshly closed the door behind.

A group of orphans had snuck into hiding spots to try and find out what all the fuss had been about that morning, mainly trying to figure out why y/n y/l/n was wearing an appropriate outfit.

No baggy trousers, no cut up and cropped t-shirts. No black eye makeup or safety pins in her clothes. No band logos or scuffed up boots. A dress without holes on or that didn't show of her body in a manner which they was taught was inappropriate.

A y/n y/l/n who had been de-y/n y/l/n-ed.

When she'd been sat down by Sister Mackles, y/n was able to see the people who had apparently been thinking of adopting her.

Getting this to stage in the adoption process meant that the couple infront of her hadn't been discouraged by her record; the record that showed how y/n was a social misfit and reject, the record that said "Y/f/n finds it difficult to maintain relationships", the quote "not suitable for (...)" used at least ten times amungst the 3 peices of A4.

The record that only showed her bad qualities.

Getting to this stage in the adoption process meant that she wasn't always seen as a negitive thing in life. Sure, they knew she wasn't good at maths already because her detention record was involved in the summary they'd already been shown but she could tell them all about how she could quote Shakespeare off by heart, and that Percy Byshee-Shelley was one of her favourate poets. They knew she failed every science test she was handed, but they didn't know she could correctly answer 89% of her sociology exam.

Getting to this stage in the adoption process meant that she could actually have a chance of getting out of this ditch.

"Hi, you must be y/f/n."

Okay what the actual-

Southeners.

"I'm Clara and this is my husband James."

"God Clars, stop being so formal you're gonna scare the kid off."

The man next to Clara, also a southener, laughted before speaking to the girl sat with an overly confused expression on her face.

"It's nice to finally meet you y/f/n we've been waiting ages to get to introduce ourselves to you."

"And we think you would really fit in with out family."

As Clara spoke again, her husband muttered something with a laugh. Something about being a tad bit too eager.

She looked down at their outfits, Anna always said you could tell near everything about a person by what they wore.

James was in a brown coilderoid suit whilst Clara was in a knee length blue marble skirt and a tucked in, but still baggy, Beatles top. It seamed that she had been wearing a leather jacket, one being over the back of her chair. Y/n had a similar one hung up in her wardrobe, only it had about a hundred studs in it and an accidentaly slightly ripped sleeve.

Okay, maybe they where half decent people.

There was a slightly awkward silence and small talk made but when the extra nuns had left the room to attent to dutys, Mackles being the only one in the room, y/n became more comfortable.

"Urm, so you like the Beatles ?"

She asked the question and nodded slightly to the hard days night top Clara was wearing.

The bleached blonde woman gave a laugh.

"How could I not, they're literally the best band to ever exist."

A small smile ran across y/n's glossed lips, which subquencly brought a smile onto Clara's.

"Me mate Liams would say the same. The guy literally worships John Lennon."

"Oh is he an orphan, we didn't see anyone called Liam on the list here ? If you're more comfortable with him we can always adopt-"

Clara began frantically speaking, worry lacing her facial features.

"Oh urm no, he's just a mate from school. Total nutter but a good heart like ."

At her words y/n had realised that they where planning on her moving down south with them.

She wouldn't be staying in Manchester's borough, nevermind Burnage.

In all honesty she didn't mind moving. Up here there was only Liam and Anna. Plus, bring adopted at 14 was a rare occurance and if she was being given the oppotunity she sure as hell wasn't letting it slip.

They would understand right ?

The chance to have a family, she couldn't leave that just because she'd have to move.

She could always visit, call, letters. It wasn't like she'd become totally alienated from them.

The only thing she wasn't too keen on down south was the southeners.

Growing up in North-West England as an Irish Catholic kid, you where taugh that they're worse than sin. Monsters who where out to reduce you to dust, but Clara and James didn't seem like that so maybe it'd be okay ?

After a few more minutes mindless conversation began, a finally relaxed atmosphere of untopiced talk and a small debate over whether the Cure or the Smiths where better.

"Oh we've actually brought our other two children with us, we just wanted to get to know you first before we bombarded you with Luka and Mauve."

"Alreat, it'd be nice to meet 'em."

Clara gave another beaming smile before leaving the room to get them.

She already knew a bit about the two children of James and Clara, they'd come up in conversation at the begining.

Luka was adopted as well. He was sixteen, two years older than her. He played the drums and was a punk, something that  y/n thought was one of the coolest things since the walkman. Mauve was originally their neice but her parents, James' brother and sister-in-law, had died in a plane crash when she was nine months meaning she'd been living with them for as long as she could remember. She was six and wanted to be an artist when she grew up.

As they waited for her to return with the others, James started the conversation on the Beatles back up.

"So, favourate Beatle ?"

"George Harrison."

"Really ?"

His face filled with surprise,

"Most would say McCatney or Lennon."

"Aye, but did Lennon and McCartney write Here Comes The Sun ?"

"That's your favourate song ?"

"No, but is a good tune like."

"Fair enough."

Before the short conversation carried on, the squeaky door opened to reveal a leather trousers and vest wearing spikey blonde haired teenager. He looked like a teenage version of Billy Idol. He wore an ACDC top with the leather outfit and had smudgy eyeliner on.

She felt so underdressed.

Holding his hand was a small girl with brown pigtails on either side of her head, a plain, pale pink top and high-waised blue jeans with red and pink flowers and a large purple butterfly embroided up the left leg. She had a denim jacket on with a few band pins on.

Okay even a six year old was better dressed than her.

This is depressing.

1996

Y/f/c fabric stroked against the red carpets of Earls Court as y/n made her way back over to Blur's table with a tray of drinks that she'd been asked to go and get for the boys by one of their management team that was attending the event. They where sat on the edge of their seats collecting the award for their third nomination of the night when she'd left. By the time she had made her way back to the seats, they where all sat down and eagerly waiting for their drinks to numb tge pain of yet again being beaten by their mancunian nemises'.

She gave a light tap on her boyfriend's shoulder to tell him not to flinch whilst she put the tray on the table, knowing soneone suddenly appearing from behind him would make him move. Once she had placed the slight dewy tray in the center of the table, she felt a pair of hands rest themselves on her waist and a gentle force pulling her down into the lap of none other than Mr Alex James.

His scent of cigarettes and colone took over her sences as he pulled her in for a short and rough kiss. After a moment, they where deattached by y/n needing her glass of champagne. She took a large sip before moving herself off of his lap and onto her own designated seat right next to him, not without a whine of complain from the brunette.

She gave a small laugh at his pouting face.

Whilst Chris Evans gave two awards for the solo artist catagories, Blur tuned out of the show. They didn't need to listen to them seeing how they weren't involved in them awards.

Graham had busied himself complaining to y/n about how unfair it was and how they where going to get killed by Food if Oasis beat them in the British group catagory, whichcwas next after the female solo artist award.

Alex shushed the pair as the radio host began to speek again, after Annie Lennox had left the stage with the award identical to the three Graham had just told y/n about..

"And the nominees for the British Group award are ; Blur, Lightning Seeds, Radiohead Oasis and Pulp."

Cheers echoed through everyone's hearing, the table growing silent in antisipation. They all knew that if Oasis beat them they'd never hear the end of it from the men's management.

Trying to ease the built up tension, y/n placed a hand on Alex's tensed one, the one which was starting to grip desperatly onto her waist as if not only would he loose the award but also her.

"I bagsy first shoutout when you win and have to do a speech ."

Alex gave her an unamused look, quickly been silenced by Evan's next word.

"Oasis !"

Y/n's mood dropped along with the rest of the table's, the rowdy lot she lratically grew up with swaggering their way to the microphone again.

The second flute of golden champagne was finished off as she slouched in her chair and tipped the glass up over her mouth and nose as the strong accent pounded through the speakers. All she could think of was how much he'd changed since she'd saw him last.

"His accent's so fake."

A mutter under her breath caused confusion amungst the band, she hadn't realised how loud she'd said the words, or that she'd said them outloud at all.

Her boyfriend turned to her, his arms dropping over the head of her chair and his attention being pulled away from the mockery on the stage. Alex gave her a bizzare look.

"How ?"

The girl froze like a deer in headlights for a second, eventually coming up with a believeable answer

"Well, you know. I'd lived in Manchester my whole life up till I was fourteen and i've never heard anyone's accent be that strong."

She shrugged off the question with a simple answer, turning back to the stage to watch the Gallagher brothers walking off, not without Liam catching her eyes and giving a look.

"I'm going to the loo."

She rushed pushing back of her chair back caused a sort of russle from the carpet to sound quietly. Almost robotically, she grabbing her clutch bag and walking off before anyone could say anything.

Y/n walked calmly out of the double doors that led to the fresh air circulated foyé, not going to the toilets but instead waiting for the appearance of the man that she knew would follow her.

A few seconds later, none other than Liam Gallagher strolled through the double doors that had been taunting y/n, acting like he owned the place.

"Well 'ello Birdy. Long time no see 'ey."

A smirk graced his features, she'd never wanted to punch someone in the face so much, not even that witch of a head-nun from the orphanage.

"What do you think you're playing at Liam."

Her hand rested on her hip as she spoke, she didn't need to worry about anyone overhearing the reunion conversation seeing how everyone was in the main hall, like she was suposed to be.

"Oh nothin'. Just wondered if that little boyfriend of yours knew who you really are. Y'know, I don't thing he be too happy if he knew you grew up with us and r'kid."

"Oh shut up."

She scoffed at his comment, anger appearing more distinctivly on her features.

"Nah like, all i'm saying is you use that posh accent like you're not just one of us."

She gave a further look of annoyance at his words.

"Look lad, just 'cause I have pronunciation-"

"You wearing Chanel ?"

At his rude interuption of her point-making, y/n scoffed. She looked down, becoming slightly silenced.

Okay so she was wearing Chanel. Her dress, diamond strapped heels, her crossbody bag, even her stud earings.

"Not that it matters, but yes I happen to be wearing Chanel."

Also, since when did Liam pick up the ability to desyther if a dress was Chanel !

An obnoixious laugh echoed through the empty room at her answer, he was somewhat annoyed with how she was acting while she was down right fuming at how he was behaving.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"What d'you think you're laughing at."

''Ah just, he doesn't know you at all 'ey"

"What are you going on about Liam ?!"

She ran the chipped y/f/c polished nails through her hair.

"Why are you being so bloody difficult right now."

Okay. So genuinly getting emotion right now.

Her old bestfriend, her only bestfriend ever, was shooting a million and a half questions at her but answering none of her's.

She wanted this interaction to be over.

She wanted Alex, but she was starting to crave for Liam's approval all over again, like she always had done as a kid.

She was so annoyed with herself.

"Y'know, you've changed Birdy. I don't know what story you fed them posh southern bastards about your upbringing which made them accept you, or whatever relationships you 'ave goin' on, but all the money in the world can't scrub off the smell of council estate."

With that, he walked off.

His words hurt her.

Liam Gallagher had been her rock growing up, the person who solved all her issues, the one who stopped all the pain and misery.

Someone made fun of her ? Liam stopped it.

She spent her last 30p trying to contact the grandparents she'd found the number of through sneaking through records ?

Liam was always there to tell her how they didn't deserve her.

When she got adopted and moved down south, she lost her bestfriends and her support.

She found a small amount of comfort in music still, a connection to Manchester through Revolver, eventually getting a job as a article writer for Food Records. That's also when she'd met Alex, working for Food at age eighteen.

He was touring, she was working.

Her mind ran back to Liam's stinging comment.

Sure she'd improved herself to be acknowledged in the patriarchle society she worked in, but she hadn't changed per say.

She talked more properly, but that was because people couldn't understand her northen accent.

She wore nicer clothes, more expensive brands. Still that was because she like nice things, not in a egotistical was, just she thought they looked pretty and she could afford them. That wasn't changing, she would've bought them if she lived in Manchester still and could afford them.

Sure Alex didn't know exactly that she'd grew up with the Gallagher brothers, but that just hadn't really popped up in conversation.

He knew she didn't grow up in the nicest of places, but he didn't care for her background's status like he did alot of the time with other people, he just cared about her.

To both y/n and Alex, she was just a normal twenty-three year old. She had a mum and dad and an older brother who was a big part of her life and a little sister who she adored more than everything under the sun. Over the time Clara and James had been her parents, they'd adopted three more children. Two more younger brothers, Finley and Logan, and another little sister, Zoe. She lived for them, even when Zoe threw up over her favourate jumper.

Pulling herself from her memories, y/n sprits some perfume on her wrist and rubbed in it as well as on her neck. She built up some confidence and made her way back to Blur's table.

When she had sat herself back in the comfortable, red cushioned chair, she found Alex looking at her in concern.

"You okay ? You look like you've just seen a ghost Darling."

"I'm fab, don't worry. Want another drink ?"

He gave a hum, handing her the empty glass as she stood up and asked the rest of the group if they wanted refills.

As she walked off something lingered in her mind, a pain stabing her joints.

The smell of council estate lingering around her.

[lgwifey]

LIFESTYLE

90s!alex james x fem!reader

Summary : just daily routines and tings

Warning : not proof read, drug use, alcohol

A/N : Okay so i've just sat exams and literally my writer's block is literally killing me, so if it's really bad i'll blame it on that x

MASTERLIST

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"Mate are you sure she's-"

Alex gave a questioning eyebrow to Damon's question.

"What ?"

"You know."

"I really don't."

The vocalist rolled his eyes whilst taking another swig of his drink. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry on the conversation with his friend, who he was concerned for, seeing how the topic of the conversation was making her way up to the table. She strutted with her catwalk stides. Modeling was y/n's part time job, and a large proportion of her income. Her life was split into two different half, this half inculding more than just sequins and sparkles.

"Darls."

The shout was muted out by the club's atmosphere even as the group sat in a secluded spot which was deemed silent compaired to the rest of the building.

The woman in a short black dress and platformed trainers sat herself down on the end of the booth, throwing herself into her boyfriend's side as she did so. In her hand was her favourate drink and a small ziplock bag of snow like substance.

"Hello Snow White."

"Hi Dames."

The younger girl gave a beaming smile to the slightly scowling twenty six year old sat across from her.

"Y/n."

He nodded his head in acknowledgment before turnung to push himself into Graham and Dave's conversation. As soon as Damon's head was turned, Alex had his hands tracing nearly every part of y/n's body. She gave a giggle, prizing his fingers off of her so she could go about her plans, their plans. She took a sip off the drink she'd placed infront of her on the table before handing the narcotics to Alex. She found that he always managed to make lines straighter than her and she prefered the way he did it. Within a few seconds she had her head down and was inhaling the powder like it was a normal daily thing, well for her and her social groups it was a daily thing but ...

When Alex had finished off the two other lines he'd sorted onto the surface, he handed the press sealed bag back to the twenty one year old who double checked it was definatly shut before stuffing it down her bra.

"What was Damon talking about before ?"

Alex rolled his eyes at her question. She was always paranoid that she was going to get dumped because of the Blur lads disliking towards her. He pulled her closer to him, basically onto his lap, and rested his hands on her waist whilst starting to leave a trail of kisses along her neck.

"Nothing much."

"Okay."

She could already feel her system loosening up. She was always a lightweight compaired to the man next to her so she wasn't surprised.

"I'm just going to the loos."

As she moved away from the table she basically pulled Alex with her. The club they where at had singular bathrooms which meant that the couple spent most of their tine in there whenever they came, which was alot.

He woke up to his hair being stroked. It was still hard getting used to waking up beside someone and not having one night's stand to have disappeared sometime in the night.

"You alive ?"

A groan fell from his mouth as he took a second or two to form a functional sentence.

"Nah 'm still dead."

His body fell over itself, turning him to face into the pillows and causing the girl beside him to let laughter fall out of her mouth. Y/n pulled the duvet off from over his head where he'd lazily thrown it in attempt to kill all the sunlight falling throught the cracks between black-out where the blinds where blown apart by the wind from the locked open window.

" Alex ?"

He stayed silent as she poked his cheek, his head was still positioned inbetween the two pillows and hiding.

" Darls ?"

Still nothing,

" Mr James, you wanna pay attention to me at some point today ?"

Okay, so y/n had come to the conclusion that he'd fallen back asleep. Her eyes rolled, it was her one morning off, other than the weekends, and her boyfriend was too tired to even talk to her.

She gave a groan as her body lifted itself out of the bed and to the bathroom just next to the bedroom. She might as well start getting ready for work now, she only had two hours before she had to leave.

Loose minded giggles echoed through the air like butterflies.

A heart-eyed young girl stood with one of her knees bent inwards and one of her fingers twirling a strand of her platinum hair as a tall, brunette boy in baggy ripped jeans, an adidas coat and a stone roses top spoke to her. They where situated in the britpop section of the music shop as the guy had just been looking through Pulp's albums.

The other half of her life was not so glitter and gems. She worked 3 days a week at a local record store since she couldn't stand being left at home all day by herself whilst everyone else worked. Between her and Alex, they made more than enough to live comfortably with the addictions and nights out but she found the day-lit streets pulled her back into reality after her heptic nights at clubs and bar floating above the crowds on powder and pills.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief when the overly giggly girl finally left, the June heatwave was effecting her ability to cope with happy people. The boy carried on looking through the music stands, now looking at the cd collections on the otherside of the room.

The woman in heavy black boots and a black gingham mini dress, her shirt being ditched behind the counter after 13:45, she walked over to him with a smile plastered on her face.

"So what kinda stuff are you interested in."

Her name tag was pinned to the side of her white bucket hat which rested on her y/h/c head. The lad roughed up his hair before answering, returning the woman's smile.

"Anything really. New wave, Rock, Punk, some Pop."

"You heard Leisure ?"

"Yeah, it was the first vynil I bought."

"Oh nice, mine was Eleanor Rigby."

The teenager picked up a case with the Gallagher brother's faces shot on the front.

"Thoughts of this? I've got it on vynil but kinda need one for my cd player."

Y/n gave a laugh.

"S'all right i guess. My boyfriend would say otherwise but... "

His face dropped slightly at the mention of her having a boyfriend. Y/n didn't notice seeing how she'd already started making her way to the desk.

"That all ?"

The lad had followed her, putting the purchase on the desk top along with a few beatles pins and an oasis tee.

"Er yeah, thanks."

She folded the top into an opaque red plastic bag, delicatly putting the badges in and the cd, handing it over as he put a ten pound note on the counter top.

"Keep the change, put it in your tips jar."

He noticed the lilac plastic cup with Y/N :) sharpied on it, next to a few different coloured ones with other workers names drawn on in their own styles. She gave a grateful smile, putting the change from the note into into her cup.

"Have a good day lad."

"You too."

The door dinged as he opened and closed it, the windows showing him crossing the road to the local chippy.

"Oh if Alex could see you now."

Y/n spun around to look to the kitchen area. She gave a loud laugh at the comment from the twenty year old stood in the doorless 6'3 frame

"Oh get off it Mikey !"

"No seriously, selling the arch nemise's merch. Such a bad girlfriend."

She laughed more as he shook his head mockingly, she slapped him playfully around the top of his arm as the buff and tattoo sleeved man walked past her.

"Oh yeah, the worst girlfriend of the year, that's me."

She rolled her eyes, the y/e/c irises falling to the right before rushing back to the center.

He walked back over to the desk casually, picking up a few items and putting them in their normal place on his way.

"Oh, stock came in last night so i'll be in back doing that today."

"Cool, pretty sure this week is exams so we'll probably be getting loads of teenagers off of school"

He gave her a thumbs up before noticing the full tips jar. He gave her an exasperated look, pointing at the cup.

"Okay, that lad definatly had a thing for you."

Y/n gave a smirk before closing the metal till, a ding signifing it was locked.

             

"I'm back Darls."

Y/n unlocked the front door and stepped into the downstairs flat, making sure no cameras at the end of the gate could sneak a peek of where two out of four members of Blur where sat doing who knows what. Both of them ignored her, sitting crosslegged on the couch with paper and a guitar being passed between them like some form of drug.

"Oh hello y/n, love of my life. How did your day go ? Aw why thanks Darls, oh you know same old, hi Gray. Hi y/n lovely to see you again, would you like me to leave your home and go back to my own house which I never seem to spend any time at ?"

At her mock voices, Graham spun around and looked at her, flipping her off at her comment directed to him.

"Hi darling."

Alex felt a pair of arms wrap around him from the back of the couch, also finding his best mate gagging next to him. He twisted to peck y/n's cheek as she manouvered herself to sit on the arm of the chair.

"Anything interesting happen today ?"

"Alex has managed to find eighteen useless combinations of A, E and F."

Graham rubbed his eyes as he spoke, the exhaustion of his job kicking in again.

"Well at least I haven't spent the last hour rhyming 'love me' with 'hug me'. "

The two sent playful glares in each other's directions, y/n just making herself comfortable in her boyfriend's lap.

"How about you ?"

"Well there was a blonde with an obsession over one of the customers,"

she rolled her eyes remembering the second-hand embarrassment off the situation,

"Then there was an Oasis top and cd,"

She paused whilst they both gagged,

"Then just teenagers and pensioners. Mainly the Beatles and Hole."

The guitar was moved to the stand next to one of the armchairs by Graham and the tele was switched on, Only Fools appearing in the screen before the channel was flicked.

"I'm out tomorrow, we've got recording if you want to come with ?"

Y/n twisted slightly to play with his hair, plaiting brunette strands so they sticked upwards.

"I'll call Mikey and tell him i've caught a bug."

"Right then !"

The couple turned to their third wheel after his exclaim and clap. Alex gave him a confused look before questioning his friend's comment.

"What then ?"

"Well she's not in work tomorrow, we've not go to go out intill one o'clock which means..."

He gestured to y/n for her to finish his sentence.

"Pub crawl !"

Her body jumped in the air, causing Alex to complain about being cold and the excited Graham to high-five her waving jazz hands.

"I'll call Dames and Dave, i'll be back at Six!"

He started to gather his things to leave before slipping on a pair of sunglasses and leaving the house, smiling to the press gathering around the front gate.  

[ssupersonicc]

thunder in your ear — g.c

♡ pairing — graham coxon x fem!reader

♡ summary — gra decides to tease y/n underneath the table cloth, though she soon has him whimpering with his cock in her hand - just hoping none of their friends get an inkling as to what they’re up to.

♡ includes — sexual content, public handjob, yet again a switch in dom/sub dynamics towards the end (cause gra is such a sub, and we all know it)

♡ a/n — requested by the lovely @aquascene1, thank you, my love!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Her voice was stern when she uttered his name, enveloping her fingers around the wrist that grazed along her inner thigh — swiftly putting a stop to Graham’s lewd trailing.

Though her sharp intake of breath and shaky speech was enough for his lips to quirk slightly, mouth so close to the shell of her ear, muttering filthily for no one to hear but themselves.

The table was filled with band mates and friends, all completely oblivious to what Graham’s hands were up to from underneath the dark cotton of the table cloth — her eyes scanning desperately around, hoping nobody had caught on to his tomfoolery.

“Relax, m’dear,” his speech was ever so low, rumbling in his chest and he pressed a little kiss upon her cheek. “nobody’s gonna know.”

Y/n’s grip had loosened from his wrist and he soon had the palm of his hand pressed hotly against her mound.

“Unless-” he grinned, eyes glinting with that little hint of mischief and she brought her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress a whine. “unless you make those pretty sounds — then someone might just know what I’m doing to you, hm?”

Her lips were stuttering, completely taken aback by his cockiness — once so sweet at the beginning of the night, he had turned teasing and somewhat confident with his little show.

“But you’ll be quiet for me, won’t you, sweetheart?” he cooed, fingertips sliding back and forth along her slit, feeling how damp the cotton had become — completely saturated from his words alone.

Graham’s thumb toyed with her clit — so engorged and thumping with arousal, causing a sudden surge of wetness to pool inside her underwear, trickling slowly to the chair she was sitting upon.

However y/n’s tinted lips curved into a smirk, one of her own hands trailing along the waistband of his cord trousers, fingertips teasingly slipping underneath before pressing a palm against his covered cock — stiff and jolting at her mere touch.

“I think I’ll be just fine, Gra-” she smiled so sickly-sweet, watching him swallow thickly. “but it’s you I’m worried about. Can never hold those lovely whines in when I touch you like this, can you?”

And in what seemed like an instant, his cocky facade had diminished, leaving her to squeeze and rub at his length, fingertips eagerly awaiting to crawl beneath his briefs.

Y/n ran her tongue along her lips before speaking, repeating what he had said some minutes previous, a mocking pout turning her mouth downwards.

“You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you, sweetheart?”

—

Gra’s cock was firm in her hand, stiff and leaking from the tip. Pearly beads of pre-cum pooled in the crevices of her fingers, his velvet skin taut with every inward thrust of her hand and she marvelled at the messy sight before quickly moving her gaze elsewhere.

“Please,” he whined against her ear, gaze flicking from person to person, just to make sure no one was peeking. The noise around them was louder, she knew everything was fine. “don’t wanna cum here- anywhere but here!”

He was begging her, knowing full-well he’d be too loud, not able to rein his moans and pretty whines in any longer. Not when she was treating him like that.

“Oh, m’love-” her thumb traced the slit of his cock, the tip a ruby red and overly-sensitive from her constant teasing. “Who said I was gonna let you cum, hm?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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