Justinefrischmann Stories

Britpop high school au, loosely based off Skins, much better than it looks from this description, i promise ;)

A Justine and Damon story with lots of angst smut and more!! I do take some requests for ideas and such xx

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 ...in which two girls attend sixth form and backstab their best friends ♡ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ❛ you're supposed to be our mates! they're the enemy! ❜ ❛ the enemy? my god, damon, is this star wars or summat? ❜ ༄ · ° ➣ liam gallagher x oc ➣ noel gallagher x oc ➣ damon albarn x oc (ish) ➣ ian brown x oc (ish) ongoing ✓ it's all just a bit of craic [sixth form au!]

"Never met a girl like you before I don't think I ever will again" ,said Graham to her. - Amidst the peak of the britpop era tension arises when Violet, a 22 year old successful actress and Liam Gallahager's girlfriend gets entangled with the guitarist of Oasis's rival band - Blur. They have to go into hiding regarding this entanglement. Will they get caught red handed? Read the find out ;)))

Schy is an evening radio presenter for Alt FM in London 1996. One night after her shift a friend suggests taking a trip to The Good Mixer in Camden, there she meets an unconventionally attractive coincidence. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Apart from my love for Justine, I wrote this because she doesn't have anything written about solely her, as in nothing in tags for her or Elastica, on Wattpad out of all places! That have fanfiction from Creepypasta to Minecraft to Prince Harry, how? I digress. Schy is the name of my drama teacher, which I thought sounded cool; she pronounces it Sc-hy like 'Sky' but even I started to read S-chy like 'Shy' while writing. Either way is fine, it doesn't change the character if you read the written way or the correct way. Although I imagine she prefers pronunciation Sky. All works of fiction (obviously), minus any real-life characters, places, songs, or things which don't belong to me (I'm a teenager I'd be just as concerned as you) e.g. Justine, The Good Mixer, Stutter.

Damon Albarn had tried to forget her. He had tried to move on. But it was always there, in the back of his mind, like a nagging voice that refused to go away. Every time he saw a sunset, every time he heard a song that reminded him of her, every time he smelled her perfume on a passing stranger, the memory of her would come flooding back, and he would be filled with a deep sense of longing. It had been years since they had last seen each other. Years since they had last spoken. And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unfinished between them. Something that needed to be resolved.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅... Rʜɪᴀɴɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴏʙʙʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs... Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs? Wɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs? Oʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ!! ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ ᵏᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ x ᵒᶜ 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 / 𝑖𝑟𝑙 / 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 (previously "cheer up, baby!") ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ - ᴍᴀʏ 19, 2024 ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ - ᴛʙᴅ