#Noel Gallagher imagine

[putmeinmoviebaby]

First of all, English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistakes. Just focus on this man's beautiful hands and be happy.💕

Being young is such a mess, no financial stability, always scrambling to figure things out, and trying to find some freedom.

When I met Anaïs, we became friends quickly. We always had a lot in common, which strengthened our friendship. When we started sharing an apartment, it was reassuring.

"Are you coming back tonight?" I ask Anaïs, who was finishing getting ready.

"I don't think so. I'm heading to James's place," I hear her voice from the bathroom.

"Okay, be careful. Call me if you need anything."

I hear her laugh and see her stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in a dress with boots, her hair done, and wearing makeup.

"What do you think? I'm wearing that dress I bought last month."

I glance at her face and then at the dress, which was a wine-colored satin.

"The color really suits you; you look gorgeous," I say, winking at her and smiling.

I see her heading towards the living room, grabbing her bag and phone. She comes toward me before reaching the front door.

"Don’t wait up for me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, darling," Anaïs says, giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading out the door.

I lie down on the sofa, putting on some random movie while sipping a glass of wine. A well-deserved rest after spending a whole week under stress.

Scream was playing on TV. Distracted by the movie and the wine, I lost track of time, until I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. When I checked the time, it was exactly 11 PM.

I couldn't imagine who it could be at this hour since I hadn't called anyone. Getting up, I glanced through the peephole and saw a man outside, wearing a white dress shirt. His face was slightly lowered, making it hard to see him clearly.

When I opened the door, he looked up directly at my face, somewhat surprised. I now noticed that his eyes were a very clear blue, reminding me of Anaïs's.

"Hi? Can I help you?"

"Oh, hey. I’m looking for my daughter, Anaïs," I heard the man say.

"Oh, you're Anaïs's father? She went out tonight; I’m not sure exactly when she’ll be back," I say, a bit embarrassed for not recognizing him.

"Ah, I was in the area and, knowing she tends to stay out late, I thought I’d drop by to see her."

"You must be Y/N, right?"

"Yes, nice to meet you," I say, offering my hand.

"Noel, Noel Gallagher. Nice to finally meet you," I hear the man say with a soft laugh.

"Would you like to come in? I can try calling her to see if she’s on her way," I say, stepping back.

"No, I wouldn’t want to disturb her."

"Oh, no, please, make yourself at home. Come in, I insist," I say, giving a shy smile.

I see the man enter with some hesitation. Once inside, I notice him looking around the room, observing the TV and the half-empty bottle of wine.

"Would you like some wine?"

I ask as I guide him to the living room, sitting on the sofa and looking at his face.

"Oh, no, thank you, darling, but I’ve had enough for today," I hear his deep voice say.

I give him a discreet smile and take a sip of wine from my glass. I grab my phone from the coffee table and try to send Anaïs a message to let her know about her father’s presence. However, seeing that the message wasn’t delivered, I figure she won’t see it until tomorrow.

I glance at the man beside me, now seated on the sofa and watching the TV. His hand displayed a thin gold bracelet that sparkled in the dimly lit room.

He was attractive in my eyes, with short, slightly gray hair, slim arms, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a chain.

His hand bore no wedding ring, which surprised me since I thought he might be committed.

"I sent a message to Anaïs, but I don’t know if she’ll see it now," I say, looking toward him.

"Oh, right. I haven’t seen her in five weeks because I was on tour. I’ve missed her," he replies.

Hearing this, I give him a smile and take another sip of wine, trying to feel more at ease.

"You’re a good father. I don’t even know when I last saw mine," I say, laughing. I see him raise an eyebrow at me and give me a warm look.

"I try my best. My father was a very complicated man and difficult for me and my siblings."

"I just gave up on mine. I was never close to him. Maybe one day we’ll work things out."

"Don’t pressure yourself, darling. The more frustrated you get, the harder it will be," I hear his strong British accent say.

I look at his face and see his compassionate gaze as he speaks to me.

"I think what young people do the most is get frustrated. We expect a lot and receive very little."

"That’s the problem, you shouldn’t expect much from something that has never given you anything."

"But it’s so nice to deceive yourself, to want to believe that you’ll get more than you really deserve," I say, running my hand through my hair.

I hear him laugh in response, seeing his hand move to his face and then down his neck. His hand was striking, with visible veins and long fingers.

"Would you mind if I smoke here?"

"Oh, no, go ahead," I say, shrugging.

I watch him pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He takes a cigarette, puts it in his mouth, and lights it.

As he takes a drag from the cigarette, he exhales the smoke, removes it from his mouth, and looks in my direction. "Do you want one?" he says, extending the cigarette that was in his hand.

After taking the cigarette, I take a deep drag, relaxing my body, and return it, noticing his eyes on me.

His eyes were striking, the kind you don’t easily forget, so blue they seemed like the open ocean.

"I wanted to quit nicotine, but when you start smoking young, it’s very hard to stop," I hear him say as he inhales the cigarette.

The smoke coming from his lips seemed like freshly written poetry, something to be admired.

"I can imagine. I try my best not to smoke because I’m highly addictive."

"I spent much of my life using drugs and smoking nicotine. I don’t think I’m good at giving advice about addictions."

I laugh and look at his face, taking the cigarette from him again, inhaling, and exhaling the smoke.

I see his gaze fall on my lips as I took another drag and then hand the cigarette back to him.

His gaze stayed on mine for a few seconds. Trying to defocus, he shakes his head slightly.

Letting my legs fall over the sofa, I see his gaze follow my movements. Then, he looks at my leg, which was exposed, with my hands resting on it.

Following my hands, I move them over the edge of the sofa, letting them drop. I see his face contort as he runs his tongue over his lips.

I see his breath catch for a few seconds, and his body tense.

Giving in to the tension of the moment, I run my hands through his hair until I reach his neck and chest, removing the chain from inside his shirt.

His gaze followed my movements, watching me look at his chain around his neck. His hand slowly moved up my arm until it reached my face.

His hand brushed my cheek, and I could feel the coolness of the ring on his hand. He held my face with his hand, stopping at my lips.

I let my hand fall on his chest, where he holds it and leans in, giving me a kiss.

As his mouth approaches my hand, I look deeply into his beautiful blue eyes, which now shine on his face.

In a moment of freedom, I let myself fall into his arms, holding his face and pulling him towards me, kissing his lips. His hands move up my back until they reach my hair.

I pass my arm over his shoulder, pulling his face towards mine. His hands move up my shoulders to my neck, sliding along until they reach my mouth. Then, I hear his husky voice in my ear: "Darling, you're driving me crazy."

His hand reaches the hem of my shirt, and his slender fingers glide over my body like playing a piano. He pulls it over my head, and my arms lift as if by electric instinct. His eyes never leave my face. His fingers reach my neckline, brushing past my lace bra. His lips approach my shoulder, letting sighs descend over me. My fingers run through his short hair, tugging at it. His fingers find my face, pulling it towards his. His chest rises and falls repeatedly, and his lips kiss me with urgency, as if I might disappear from his arms in seconds.

My fingers reach his shirt, unbuttoning it. I could feel my hands trembling at the closeness of his body to mine. I could sense his gaze on my fingers, making me even more nervous, feeling like a teenager again.

As I unfasten one button after another, I finally pull his shirt off his body. I watch his white shirt fall to the floor, joining mine, giving me an incredible view of his chest in front of me. My fingers trace over him, making circles on his chest, reaching up to his neck, placing kisses all over it.

"Darling, are you sure about this?" I hear his husky voice whisper in my ear while his hands slide down to my thighs, giving gentle squeezes.

"Yes, I want you," I say, looking into his face, letting my hands fall on his shoulders, my breath still faltering.

He lifts me up in his arms, surprising me, and carries me to the bedroom, where he lays me on the bed and climbs over me, kissing every inch of my body until he reaches my stomach.

His body was now between my thighs, getting close to my hips, his hands sliding down all over my legs.

His breathing was deep and slow, his eyes had a tremendous sparkle, his hands were firm. Everything about him drove me absolutely crazy; it only made me want more and more.

There was no denying it; my body called for his like a roaring flame, and I won't deny my desire for Noel Gallagher on this long night.

The End

[imaginesbymonika]

Futile Devices | Part 1

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

Plot: There’s nothing quite like realizing your feelings once it’s too late. But what would life be without a speck of hope?

(1985)

You gaze at the ceiling, while soft guitar music fills the atmosphere. Outside you could hear people yell at one another, and perhaps Noel heard it too because his singing voice abruptly became a bit louder: “You’re my Coney Island Baby, you’re so precious, so sweet…” At the sound of someone slamming the door shut you involuntarily lift your head. “You’re my lucky star, that’s what you are.”

His voice is soft, or at least he attempts to sound smoother than he’s capable of being. Just last week, he managed to catch a vicious throat infection somehow. You kidded about how he got it from some girl down the block, but when he didn’t laugh about it you felt stupid. “How’s your throat?”, you ask, turning your head to get a better look at him. Noel shrugs:” You tell me.”

You nod before letting your head fall back down on the mattress. Outside the window, thick grey clouds have covered the once-blue sky, and a few tiny raindrops roll down the glass. “I hate September.”, you whisper and he quits playing. His eyes are burning holes into the top of your head:” I know. You say that every year.” “But only because every year, September manages to disappoint me.”

He chuckles before clearing his throat. He winces at the slight ache.

“Have you written anything new, yet?”, you ask, counting the small cracks in the ceiling. Three, five- eight. “Hmm, maybe.”, he replies, his fingers are tapping on the instrument. “Can I hear it?” “When it’s finished, sure.” A silence falls upon you both before Noel speaks up:” By the way, why- what did Tommy say to you?”

You quickly roll over onto your stomach:” Tommy? You mean when we stood in front of Ben’s Pub?” Noel nods, his fingers have stopped moving. It was the same bar where you and Noel kissed one another for the first time, a couple of years ago. Both of you happened to be extremely drunk that night, nevertheless not drunk enough for you to forget about it -you wondered if he had.

“He asked me for my number.”

“Oh, did he?”, a soft scoff escapes his lips, while he stares outside into the afternoon:” Did you give it to him?” There’s a newfound harshness to his voice, but it quickly disappears when he clears his throat once more. “No.”, you simply answer:” He’s not my type, anyway.”

Noel nods:” Yeah, right.” He slightly raises his guitar, until it’s back upright in his lap:” You’re my Coney Island Baby, you mean so much to me. You’re my pretty little lady.” A faded sigh escapes you before you move back onto your back. Ten, twelve, thirteen.

“Did you call Stacy back?”

He hums in response. “You know, that bird from school. Gave you her number on a cigarette.” You loathed how cool that was. And after a few moments of silence, Noel shakes his head:” Not my type, you know.”

Your eyes move down to your fingers, while they play with the corner of his beige bedsheets:” Well, what’s your type anyway?” The regret forms itself quickly in your abdomen and you swallow thickly. However, Noel merely chuckles:” I think, I need to know someone before I-, well, you know.” And you do.

“Yeah. Me too.”

[leaawrites]

Spoil me

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: Noel takes her out to go shopping after he finished up his new album.

Warnings: fluffy, angst, swearing, (this is part four to a series, can be read as a standalone though)

Wordcount: 0.8k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Masterlist

Sitting on the sofa, switching between the different programs on the telly, she bore herself to death. Wishing for Noel to get out of his little home studio and entertain her in one way or another.

Just as she switched back to the news and groaning when they showed the same thing as a week prior, she heard the door to Noel’s studio opening. The man walking out with a grin on his face as he stepped over to her and kissed her before telling her, “get ready, we’re going out.”

“What? Where are we going?” She asked, although already standing up and walking to the closet to change out of her joggers.

“I just finished the album, and we’re gonna celebrate a little,” he said, pulling her closer in the middle of the stairs. Looking happier than ever before.

“You just finished it? That’s great, Noel. I told you, you shouldn’t pressure yourself. It’ll be great, I can feel it.” Throwing her arms around his shoulders, Noel chuckled into her neck.

“Darling, you’ve already heard every song beside the last one.”

“Still, I’ve never heard it fully. Front to back,” she insisted before continuing her way up.

“So, where are we going? How should I dress?” She asked, flicking through her rows of clothes. Looking over the stacks of tops and bottoms. Trying to remember what looked good together.

“Casual’s alright. It’s nothing too crazy,” Noel shrugged, a smile spreading on his face as he saw the glimmer of curiosity lingering in her eyes.

“Casual my ass,” she muttered as she found herself in front of the Chanel Store. Looking down the road she could make out all kinds of high fashion logos and Noel standing next to her with an excited smile on his face.

“C’mon let’s go.” He urged her inside, pulling her from the space where she seemed to be stuck in inside the store.

“Why do you seem more excited than me?” She asked with a giggle as she saw him looking at her again.

“Let’s just let me spoil you for once, love,” he insisted, walking further inside.

The whole day was spent with spending money. His money. Even when she would insist on buying something he’d have his card out faster than her already paying for a new dress or shoes or a bag.

“I can’t believe you,” she muttered as they walked out of the last store, for the first time registering just how many bags Noel was carrying for her. “You’re insane.”

“Darling, I’m not the one with expensive taste.” A familiar smirk crept on his lips.

“Right,” she said, pulling him into a kiss to make it disappear from his face. “Liam’s the one buying Gucci parkas.”

“He’s a slut for anything half decent,” Noel insisted as they walked back to the car.

Putting the bags in the trunk and climbing inside, Noel looked at her in the driver seat.

“You know we have a driver, right? You don’t always have to drive everywhere.” Looking at her like he was unsure if this was new information he just dumped on her.

Though the bored look on her face told him otherwise as she checked the rear view.

“I like driving, is that a crime?” She asked, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the busy streets of London.

“No, not at all. Was just wondering if you knew,” he said, raising his hands in surrender and laughing at her tone.

“I know and I don’t care.”

Opening the door to their house, they were both packed fully. Designer bags hanging from their arms, laughing as they stumbled through the door after Noel almost didn’t get it open.

Letting them rest by the entrance for now, they both sank down on the sofa rather messily. Legs tangled together and breaths heavy from the ‘work-out’.

“Why do you not like me spoiling you?” Noel broke the silence first, looking over at her.

“It’s not like I don’t like it, I just- I don’t know,” she answered, rolling over and laying her head on his chest.

“I think you do know, darling.” His fingers gently moved through her hair, a gentle sigh of contempt leaving her lips as she closed her eyes.

“I feel like a gold-digger of some sorts if you pay for all my stuff. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”

“I’m not.” He gently leaned down, leaving a kiss on the top of her head. His lips lingering on her hair for a second longer. “Don’t worry, I’m not thinking that.”

Grateful for the reassurance, she nodded her head. Though her eyes always trailed over to the bags by the door and the uneasy feeling came back more intense with every glance their way.

[biblical-chronicles]

Handsy

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where Noel can't keep his hands to himself at the table (and elsewhere).

[18+]

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Noel leaned back in his chair, his glass of wine loosely cradled in one hand, a lazy smirk on his lips. He wasn’t really listening, the conversation had long since faded into white noise. His focus had shifted entirely, focusing on you sitting right next to him.

The candlelight danced across your features, making your skin glow in a way that made his chest tighten. You were laughing at something someone had said, your eyes sparkling and your smile warm. The dress you wore wasn’t overtly flashy, but it had a slit along the side that revealed just enough to drive him absolutely mad.

He tilted his head slightly, a thought forming as he sipped his wine. A mischievous glint sparked in his eye, and before you could notice, his foot nudged yours under the table.

You glanced at him, a soft laugh escaping you as your gaze met his. “What?” you asked quietly, barely audible over the chatter.

“Nowt.” he said casually, but the corner of his mouth twitched as though he was fighting a grin.

You rolled your eyes, focusing back on the conversation, but Noel wasn’t done. His hand found its way beneath the table, fingers brushing against your knee, slow and deliberate.

You stiffened slightly, your smile faltering for just a second as you cast him a warning look. His response was to slide his hand higher, his thumb tracing small circles on your thigh.

“Noel,” you hissed quietly, your voice low and firm, though it carried no real bite.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence, as he leaned closer. “M’bored, love. Thought I’d entertain meself.”

You cursed yourself for wearing that dress—the slit giving him far too much access. His fingers danced along your skin, teasing, just enough to send your heart racing. You tried to maintain your composure, but he wasn’t making it easy.

Your hand shot under the table, gripping his wrist in an attempt to stop him. “Behave, please.” you whispered, your tone laced with desperation.

He simply grinned, leaning back in his chair as though he had all the time in the world. “I am behaving.”

You shot Noel a sharp glare, your lips pressing into a thin line. He just gave you a quick wink, and for a blessed moment, he seemed to calm down, returning his hand to his lap. His focus seemingly shifting back to the table conversation.

You exhaled quietly, trying to steady yourself, your heart pounding against your ribs. But just as you started to believe you’d won this round, you felt it—his hand sliding back to your thigh, bolder this time.

You shifted in your seat, clamping your legs together in an attempt to block his access. His reaction was instant, his hand gripping your thigh more firmly, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to send a thrill up your spine.

“Noel,” you whispered through clenched teeth, your voice barely audible.

He leaned toward you slightly, his breath brushing against your ear. “Keep yer legs open love.” he murmured.

You turned your head just enough to glare at him, your cheeks burning. “You’re unbelievable.” you hissed.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, his hand inching higher. “And you love it.”

Your brain really tried to focus on the conversation again but your body betrayed you, heat pooling in your lower stomach as his fingers grazed the edge of your underwear. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately to keep your composure. But then, one of his fingers brushed against your clit and a strangled sound escaped your throat.

The entire table turned to you.

“You alright, love?” one of your friends asked, their brow furrowed in concern.

You forced a smile, praying they couldn’t see the flush creeping up your neck. “Oh, yeah,” you said quickly, waving a hand. “Just swallowed the wrong way.”

Next to you, Noel barely contained his laughter, his hand retreating just slightly, but his thumb continued tracing circles on your skin.

“Maybe drink some water?” another friend suggested, oblivious to your actual state.

“Good idea.” you said, reaching for your glass with shaky hands.

Noel leaned back in his chair again, his smirk firmly in place. “You’re such a lightweight.” he teased, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You tried shooting him an angry look but it only seemed to amuse him more.

He gave you a soft squeeze, his thumb beginning those infuriatingly slow circles again, this time a little higher. It wasn’t just teasing anymore, it all felt mischeviously calculated, as he finally brushed the edge of your underwear.

You shifted slightly in your seat, trying to inch away without being obvious, but it was futile. His fingers simply slid higher, now beginning to open the slit of your dress even wider. His touch was featherlight at first, brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your breath hitched before you could stop it.

He caught it, of course. The way his lips twitched told you he was savoring every second of you becoming a flustered mess.

“Noel,” you murmured under your breath, the sound more desperate than you intended.

“Yeah?” he replied, feigning innocence as his fingers danced closer to where you were quickly losing control. “Somethin’ wrong, love?”

“Stop it.” you hissed, the words trembling in your throat.

“Say please then.” he whispered, his voice low and smug.

Before you could reply, his hand moved, his fingers finally slipping under the fabric of your underwear and pushing inside of you. Your stomach tightened as he pressed against you, the contact light but enough to make you dig your nails into your palm under the table.

The sound of chatter and clinking cutlery around the table felt impossibly distant now.

You tentatively glanced back up at the table, desperate to keep your composure, and accidentally locked eyes with someone across from you. Their expression was neutral at first, but as your flushed cheeks and forced smile registered, their brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

You panicked, your lips twitching into a weak, awkward grin before immediately looking down at your plate.

“Careful,” Noel murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “Don’t want anyone catchin’ on, yeah?”

The bastard was having the time of his life. You could feel his grin without even looking at him.

He slowly started curling his fingers inside of you which made you let out a sharp gasp before clapping your hand over your mouth. The table fell briefly silent.

“You're sure that you're alright?” someone asked, their voice tinged with concern.

“Fine! Totally fine!” you replied too quickly, your voice pitched slightly higher than normal. You grabbed your glass, downing a gulp of water as the conversations resumed, though you felt a few lingering glances.

Noel leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re terrible at keepin’ it together, y’know that?”

“I hate you,” you hissed, your breath hitching as his fingers continued the back and forth, the sensation sending a wave of heat through your body.

“No you don’t,” he countered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Go on, then—try to act normal.”

You couldn’t. Not when his hand was still working, slow and purposeful, pushing you closer to a breaking point you absolutely couldn’t reach in the middle of a restaurant.

Panic finally overtook the haze of pleasure. You managed to swat his hand away and scraped your chair back abruptly, the sound earning a few startled looks.

“I'll just excuse meself to go to the toilet.” you said, your voice shaking as you stood, barely able to meet anyone’s eyes.

“I'll be back in a minute,” you stammered, rushing off toward the bathroom, your legs shaky beneath you.

“What’s with her?” Someone muttered back at the table.

Noel just shrugged and set his glass down. “Dunno. Better check on her, eh? Could be serious.”

Before anyone could comment, he stood, smoothing his shirt as he strolled off in the direction you’d gone.

You were perched on a small cushioned bench just outside the restroom, one leg crossed over the other as you looked at the door in front of you, trying to will the heat in your cheeks to disappear.

Noel plopped down beside you, casually slinging an arm along the back of the bench as if you weren’t fuming. “Oh, love, everyone’s dead worried back at the table,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. “So I’ve come to make sure you’re alright.”

Your head snapped toward him, disbelief clearly in your eyes. “Oh, no. You are not doing this right now.”

Noel’s smirk widened. “Doin’ what? Just bein’ a concerned boyfriend, aren’t I? Can’t have people thinkin’ I’m neglectful.”

“You’ve got some audacity, Gallagher.”

“Cheers,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper that made your stomach flip. “You didn’t have permission from me to leave the table, though, did you?”

His hand slid to your thigh as he spoke, and before you could swat it away, he gave it a sharp, playful slap. The sound was faint but enough to make you jolt, whipping your head around to see if anyone was watching.

“Noel!” you hissed, your eyes darting around the hallway. A couple of people passed by, oblivious, but your nerves were alight. “There are people everywhere! Stop it.”

“Can’t take me anywhere, can ya?” he teased.

You glared at him, heat prickling your cheeks again. “You’re lucky you’re so bloody pretty and that I love you, or I’d deck you right here.”

Noel’s smirk deepened, and he tilted his head, as if considering your words. “That right?”

“Don’t push it,” you warned, though there was no real threat behind it.

Noel's hand lingered on your thigh, squeezing lightly, just to push you that little bit further.

“God, I hate you.” you muttered, though the way you avoided his gaze told him otherwise.

“No, you don’t,” he said, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. “But you do owe me a thank you for livening up this dead night.”

Before you could retort, his hand slid up your thigh again, this time more deliberate. You opened your mouth to hiss at him, but suddenly, his movements stilled.

“Noel…” you said cautiously, watching the gears clearly turning in his head.

He glanced at you, his lips curving into a slow, devilish grin. “Yeah?”

“Don’t,” you warned, but it was too late.

In one swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and tugged you over his knee, his grip firm but not rough. The next thing you knew, his hand came down sharply against your ass, the slap loud enough to make your head snap up in alarm.

The sound echoed slightly in the quiet hallway, and before you could even process it, a soft moan slipped from your lips, unbidden and mortifying.

You scrambled upright immediately, your eyes wide, cheeks flaming. “You absolute bastard.” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low as you tried to sit properly.

Noel was absolutely delighted, his laughter low and quiet. “That wasn’t very subtle, love.”

Before you could say anything, the restroom door creaked open, and someone stepped out, glancing your way briefly. You plastered on an awkward smile, your heart hammering as you tried not to meet their eyes.

“Behave.” you muttered, glaring at him as the person disappeared down the hall.

“Always,” he replied, his tone dripping with mischief as he leaned back casually, his hands tucked innocently behind his head.

You slipped inside the restroom, leaving the door just slightly ajar, as you took a steadying breath, hoping he’d take the hint.

It didn’t take long.

The faint creak of the door as it eased open further was your only warning before Noel stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind him. His eyes were sharp, laced with amusement and something far more dangerous. “What happened to all that ‘stop it, Noel’ business, eh? Thought you hated me two minutes ago.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward and grabbing him by the collar, pulling him down to meet your lips in a heated kiss. He barely had time to react before your other hand reached behind him, twisting the lock with a satisfying click as you pushed him against the door.

The kiss deepened quickly, your tongues tangling as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space between you. You tilted your head, giving him better access as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you let out a soft, breathy moan.

Noel’s hands slid up your sides, warm and firm through the fabric of your dress, and you felt the faint tug as he worked the top part loose. The material slipped down your shoulders, the straps hanging limply, exposing the swell of your chest. His eyes flickered down, darkening, and he let out a low hum of appreciation.

“God, you’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

You barely had time to respond before his hands were on your bra straps, dragging them down your arms just enough to bare you to him. He dipped his head, his lips finding your collarbone first, then trailing lower, leaving wet kisses along your skin.

The first swipe of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your chest made you gasp, your hands clutching at his shoulders for balance. He alternated between kisses, bites, and licks, his stubble grazing you in a delicious manner.

Spit glistened on your skin where his mouth had been, and you couldn’t help the soft, desperate sounds spilling from your lips as he lavished attention on you. His hands gripped your waist firmly, keeping you steady as you arched into him, craving more.

“Noel,” you whispered, his name a plea and a curse all at once.

“Yeah, love?” he murmured against your skin, his lips never quite stopping their path, his voice smug and breathless.

“Don't stop.” you managed, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging, earning a low groan from him that made your knees weak.

He smirked against you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His mouth went back to your nipples, working in ways that had you biting your lip to stifle your sounds, the occasional gasp or moan slipping through despite your efforts.

It wasn't long before Noel’s fingers found their way back between your thighs, sliding under the fabric of your dress with practiced ease. Your breath hitched as his touch grew bolder, his fingers sliding inside you with a deliberate slowness that had you clutching his hair even tighter.

“You’re a menace.” you whispered, though your words held no bite, the pleasure coursing through you leaving you weak.

“Yeah, but you love it.” he muttered smugly, his lips brushing against your neck as his fingers worked their magic.

You were just starting to lose yourself in the sensation, your head tilting back against the door, when an abrupt knock on the other side shattered the moment.

Both of you froze.

A muffled voice called out, “Everything alright in there?”

Your eyes widened in horror, and you scrambled to fix yourself, frantically tugging your bra back into place and yanking your dress up over your shoulders. Meanwhile, Noel simply withdrew his hand and licked his fingers with a smirk, clearly unfazed.

“Occupied!” he called out casually, his voice carrying just the right amount of impatience. “Won’t be long.”

You shot him a look. “Holy fuck,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. “There is no graceful way to get out of this, is there?”

Noel shrugged, that infuriating smirk still firmly in place. “I mean… we could just make a run for it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous—”

But then he gave you a look, his eyes dancing with mischief, and you found yourself faltering. “Yeah, okay. I’m down.”

He grinned, his hand slipping into yours as he positioned himself by the door.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely not.”

Ignoring your nerves, he swung the door open, revealing a bewildered man on the other side who clearly hadn’t expected two disheveled, laughing adults to burst out of the restroom. You shot the poor man an apologetic smile as Noel tightened his grip on your hand.

“Cheers, mate.” Noel said breezily as he led you past the man and toward the restaurant’s exit.

The two of you darted out into the cool night air, giggling like a pair of mischievous kids skipping school.

“Do you ever not cause chaos?” you asked, your chest aching from laughter as you jogged alongside him.

“Not when it’s this fun.” he replied, his grin wide and unapologetic as he pulled you close, dropping a quick kiss to your temple.

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oh how I liked writin' this one, hope you lot enjoy readin' it just as much xx

at this rate the restaurant will have to put up a wet floor sign in that bathroom

love ya !!

[definitely-rubbish]

liam being john, Noel being Paul, guigs being george, and Tony n bonehead being Ringo. amazing

[anywayxstarchild]

noel gallagher on polaroid, circa 2000-01

"to liam, best wishes, noel gallagher" [sent as a gift to liam]

&

"greatest love? life."

&

"greatest fear? love."

[harddaysnite]

Liam 'Compromising' Gallagher🤘

[oacest]

"i've waited for a thousand years... for you to come and FUCK ME--!" (x)

[supernovamateeee]

Know that I mean it when I say: I would rob banks and sell my feet pictures to make "Getting High with the Gallaghers" a reality.

[romidoes]

mickey and i. he’s my best friend and i wish for us to be together forever. - ian

[lipstickboyboy]

…

[frosan43]

was sketchin my favourite photoshoot of them. the point of it is still a mystery to me but they r very cute yea..

[imaginesbymonika]

Futile Devices | Part 2

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

Plot: There's nothing quite like realizing your feelings once it's too late. But what would life be without a speck of hope?

Previous part

(1990)

You always loathed clubbing. There was just something about the combination of a crowded space with loud music and the heinous smell of alcohol mixed with puke that sickened you to the bone. And you didn’t understand why it didn’t disgust most people. Your best friend Noel, happened to be one of those.

“Well, you do like going to concerts.”, he argued, observing your every move while getting dressed. You had no idea when this ritual of getting ready together started, but you didn’t really mind it. A soft sigh left your lips:” That’s just different. I go to concerts where I enjoy the music. I get what I paid for.” He only nodded.

You swallow (more than) thickly, while you make your way through the crowd towards the club toilet. The impulse to vomit just got too much. Not because you’re intoxicated, but because someone who stood very close to you puked right in front of your feet. The light at the end of the tunnel (which in this case happened to be pink and purple) came into sight and you let out a relieved sigh. However when someone grasps you by your upper arm you almost fall to your knees.

You instantly turn your head after managing to stabilize yourself and make eye contact with a very, very drunk man. Fear builds itself up in your stomach while you realize that his head is coming closer. You desperately want to take a step back, however, when your bare back comes into contact with the stony wall your eyes widen. You’re trapped, while his fingers dig themselves into the flesh of your arm.

“Oi. Sweetheart.”

For a second you consider vomiting into his face, however, before you can do anything there’s a fist colliding with his cheekbone. A small shriek escapes your lips while Noel steps into view. “You twat!”, he shouts over the unbelievably loud music:” I am going to kill you.” There’s something in his eyes that implies, that he might actually do it, considering the smell of alcohol that envelops him like an aura field.

„Noel!“, you say, clearly your throat before repeating it louder. He stares down at the man, who is sitting on the floor holding a tooth in between his fingers:“ If you touch her again, I swear to God I will kill ya.“ Whenever he got angry, his accent came out. And right now his accent has never been denser. „Let’s leave, Noel.“, your hand moves up to softly shake his shoulder and it’s only when you two finally make eye contact that his gaze softens. He nods. You quickly take his hand before guiding him through the mass towards the exit.

As soon as the big metal door falls shut behind you, you can hear his soft and husky voice:” Are you okay?” His hand is still in yours, holding on to it tightly, while his gaze roams your features - revealing nothing but genuine concern layered with something more. You can only nod before you let go of him to take your pack of cigarettes out of your purse. Out of the corner of your eye, you can catch a glimpse of how he looks down at his now empty hand.

With slightly shaky hands you place one cigarette in between your lips. “Y/N.”, he suddenly lets out:” I’m sorry. I should’ve been there to protect you.”

“But you did.” “Not quick enough.”

A sigh leaves your lips. “You know, I am always-.”, he stops talking and his eyes anxiously roam the street, it’s almost as if he’s attempting to figure out what he wants to say:” I’m always looking out for you, I just want you to know that.”

You nod and he mirrors it. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Want to go home?”

“Yes, please.”

[leaawrites]

So Long, London

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: One meeting can change everything they thought to have buried.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Masterlist

The street were as full as ever, the car stuck in traffic. Looking out the window into the streets of a place she knew all too well. His face looking back at her but he was none of them. The clothes she wore to the interview still on her body, her face looking back at her from the billboard, his next to it. Standing next to Liam, staring. She hoped he thought about the possibility of her seeing it when they took the photo because she did, she thought about it.

She thought about him. About that last night. About what they could’ve done different; better. But nothing changed after years of dreaming about it. She still woke up alone, went to work, went home, ate dinner while crying to a romcom and went to bed. It was nothing else. Always the same.

But now the movie was finished and the exhausting part of fame began: promoting, travelling, interviews, premiers. It was also the most fun, but something about it felt different this time. It felt more draining than ever before.

Sitting and talking about what she loved felt less authentic than it looked. Trying to keep everything smooth sailing, she hid tears behind laughter and hollow eyes by looking focused on the questions and her answers.

But he could see behind it all. Watching the interviews and every video he could find like they were simply too far away for him to tell her how much he missed you. But it was more than that, it was more than distance between them now.

Stranding back at the hotel after a long car ride with his voice booming through the taxi, she stripped the clothes from her body before pulling comfortable, familiar pieces over her skin and falling back onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling like it could give her the answer.

“Should I stay or should I go?” she asked no one in particular, humming the melody of the song by the Clash. Remembering singing it to Noel on a long night and how he laughed at her terrible performance.

Going out meant bumping into him in the form of posters, billboards and radio stations, but staying alone, hidden away only made her thoughts grow louder. And English streets were a great way of not hearing anything else but cars honking and people complaining.

Making her way down the streets, she ignored every time he stared at her. Every line of lyrics were passed like she didn’t recognize them. Every group of people that listened to an Oasis song were turned off by her headphones blasting anything but them.

Passing the street, she found herself inside a little coffee shop again. They did visit it together once, but there was barely anything here that they hadn’t done in the city. So the little reminder didn’t hurt too much when he was already constantly on her mind in these streets.

Ordering a bagel and a coffee, she looked at the sweets. Everything in the form of a heart, pink glaze and sprinkles on top of everything. Valentine’s day, she remembered. What a fucking blast.

Sitting in a corner far away from anyone else, she tried ignoring the couples huddled inside. Laughing and talking, being so disgustingly cute, it made her want to throw up. Even more when the bell over the door rang and a low, husky voice said, “A black coffee, please.”

Looking up, she caught sight of the back of his head before he turned it around too quick for her to notice on time to turn away. And then she was staring in his eyes, the look in them taking her back to that night. He still looked hurt, also good but mostly drained.

Raising his hand nervously like he was unsure of what to do in a situation like that, he smiled softly. Returning the gesture, part of her hoped he’d turn around and go, but when he began walking over with his coffee in hand, she couldn’t say that she was disappointed.

“Hey,” he greeted her, looking down at the empty chair opposite of hers, silently asking if he was allowed to sit with her.

“Hi,” she said back, nodding her head to make him understand he didn’t had to ask.

“Long time no see, huh?” He asked, warming his hands on the steaming cup.

“Yeah.”

The silence was awkward even when both didn’t know why or how to make it more comfortable.

“How are you doing?” Noel asked, before quietly adding. “How’s America?”

“Good, yeah. Uhm, America’s good. A bit lonely at times, but you get used to it.”

“That’s good.” Noel nodded his head, looking like he was thinking about what to say further.

“I saw Oasis’s getting back,” she commented, thinking back to the billboards on her way anyway around London.

“Yeah, Liam finally got his shit together.”

“I don’t think Liam was the biggest problem in the situation,” she said, smirking as she saw the sparkle of humour and offend appear in his eyes.

“You getting cheeky already, love? America’s a real bad influence then.”

Both laughed, taking in every second of the easy air between them and trying to seize it with smiles and little jokes until the coffee was empty and they had nothing holding them at the table anymore.

“I saw the trailer to the movie, it’s looking really good,” Noel mentioned as he held the door open for her on their way out of the cafe. The bill being taken care of by his money. “I’m proud of you.”

As the words hit her eardrums, tears started pushing from behind her eyes, welling up before they were brushed away by the cold wind.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking at him. Watching him take her in deeply for the first time.

She looked thinner with hollow cheeks. Drained eyes. Less colour in them. And he didn’t look any different. Greyer hair, more wrinkles on his skin, but he still had the same charm when the corners of his lips pulled up when seeing her. They were still the same people, both tainted by their love. Past, present and future.

“I have the movie premier tomorrow, do you maybe wanna come with me?”

“I’d love to.”

Parting ways, they walked home. Both their minds set on one thing. This isn’t over till they die.

[biblical-chronicles]

Honest mistake

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where Noel's celebrity crush mistakes him for Liam (but for a good reason)

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Some industry wanker had insisted this party was the place to be, that the band would greatly benefit from being seen. Yet, Noel would rather be anywhere else, really, but the free booze was decent, and Liam had already wandered off, leaving him to lurk in the corner with a cigarette and a pint, watching people mill about like they had somewhere important to be.

And then you walked in.

Noel clocked you straight away. He’s seen you splashed across magazines, on the telly, in interviews—always sharp and funny in a way that made it impossible not to like you. And you were fit. Stupidly fit. He’d had a bit of a thing for you since the first time he saw you on his screen—not that he’d ever admit it. He’d never hear the end of it from Liam, and the last thing he needed was some nosy reporter catching wind of it and exposing his feelings.

So when you turned his way and whispered something to your mate he did his best to keep his cool, flicking ash off his cig like he couldn’t be arsed.

But then you started walking over.

Noel nearly choked on his drink when you just swiftly sat down beside him on the couch, straightening up as you smiled at him.

“Sorry to bother, but you’re in oasis, yeah?” you asked, tipping your head slightly. “I saw you lot the other night. Fuckin’ brilliant, by the way.”

Noel blinked. That wasn’t what he’d expected. Maybe a passing nod, a you’re that band guy, right?, but not a proper compliment, not this. He fumbled for his pint, taking a quick sip to buy himself time before muttering, “Yeah, cheers.”

You grinned, leaning in slightly like you actually wanted to talk to him, and he was done for. Just completely done for.

“What’s it like?” you asked tilting your head slightly, eyes fixed on him. "Playing to all those massive crowds for the first time? I remember it feeling absolutely mental when it happened to me—but you lot deserve it. Won’t be long before the venues get bigger too."

He shook his head, cheeks tinged red. "Mental's one way to put it. One minute you’re no-one, next minute people are screamin’ your name. Wouldn’t mind if they threw money instead of fuckin’ pints, though.”

That made you laugh, proper and warm, and he thought he might be hallucinating because surely this wasn’t happening. Surely you weren’t still sitting here, when there were a hundred shinier people in the room.

But then you said it.

“Being dead honest now, you’ve got the talent for it, Liam.”

His stomach dropped.

For a second, he thought maybe he misheard, that maybe the music and the chatter had distorted it, but no—your face was open, expectant, waiting for his response. He felt his grip tighten around his pint.

Of course. Of course, you weren’t here for him.

He should’ve known better. People didn’t swoon over Noel Gallagher. They swooned over Liam—the loudmouth, the frontman, the face of the band. Noel was just the miserable bastard with the guitar, the one everyone tolerated because he wrote the songs.

His jaw tensed as he forced himself to keep his voice even.

“Noel,” he said flatly, taking a swig of his drink before setting it down on the table. “Name’s Noel.”

You frowned, blinking in confusion. “Oh—”

“Liam’s me brother,” he added, jerking his chin toward the crowd where Liam was currently causing some racket. “That’s him over there.”

Noel braced himself, waiting for the inevitable 'Ohhh, right. Well, was nice meeting you then', but instead, you tilted your head, studying Liam for a beat before turning back to him with an amused expression.

“Wait—he’s Liam?”

Noel exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “That’s mad. I only really knew you two by, like… what the people were sayin', you know? ‘Liam’s the fit one with the better voice’ and all that. And then when I saw your gig, I just assumed you were him.”

Noel blinked. “You assumed?”

“Well, yeah,” you said matter-of-factly. “I saw you up there, all brooding and fit as fuck, and I thought, right, there’s the one everyone fancies.”

Noel stared. Properly stared. He was sure he misheard this time.

“…What?”

You just smiled, reaching for your drink like you hadn’t just shattered his entire understanding of the universe. “And I liked your voice better anyway, honest mistake on me part, swear down.”

Noel’s brain completely shut down.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had said that. It was always Liam this, Liam that, Liam’s the rockstar, Liam’s the one people lose their minds over. But here you were, sitting across from him looking at him like he was the impressive one.

He cleared his throat, trying to prevent the heat from creeping up his neck.

“Right,” he said finally. “Well. That’s… interestin’.”

You smirked. “Don’t look so flustered, Gallagher.”

“I ain’t flustered.” he shot back immediately, but the way his ears were burning by now definitely said otherwise.

You just hummed, taking another sip of your drink, and he knew this was going to be a problem. Because if you kept looking at him like that, he was going to say something stupid. Something embarrassing.

Like the fact that he’d been half in love with you before he ever met you.

And that now, after just ten minutes of conversation, he was well and truly fucked.

“So,” you said, resting an elbow on the back of the couch, your body turned toward him now. “What’s your verdict? Shite party or tolerable?”

He just huffed out a laugh. “Somewhere in between. Not bad if you like listenin’ to pricks talk about themselves.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that tracks.”

There was a lull then, but it wasn’t awkward. Just a moment where you took a sip of your drink, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, still trying to piece together how the fuck he’d ended up here.

And then it hit him.

“Shit—I never even said,” he blurted. “I love your band too, y’know.”

You perked up at that, curiosity flickering across your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Always thought you lot were proper class. The original outtakes from the debut album? Got me through some miserable nights, that. Shame most didn't end up on the record.”

Your brows shot up. “No way you know these ones.”

Noel shrugged, trying to play it cool. “’Course I do.”

“Those are, like, the most obscure takes we’ve ever done. You must really like us proper.”

Something about the way you said it—half teasing, half genuinely touched—made him shift in his seat, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

“yeah. S’pose so.” he said, reaching for his pint.

You grinned, watching him like you were enjoying this just a bit too much.

“That’s actually adorable.”

Noel nearly choked on his drink. “Fuck off.”

You laughed, leaning in slightly, just enough to make his brain short-circuit again. “No no, do you want an autograph then, me little fanboy?”

His face was burning now, and he hated that he couldn’t stop it. “I ain’t a fanboy.”

“No?” You tilted your head, considering him. “So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t lose your mind?”

Noel just stared. He was pretty sure his soul had left his body.

“…What?”

You smirked, barely giving him time to process before you were leaning in, closing the space between you. And then your lips were on his, warm and certain.

For a second, he didn’t even react, too busy trying to convince himself this was actually happening. But then it clicked, and he kissed you back, tilting his head slightly, his fingers twitching like they wanted to reach for you but he didn’t know if he should.

When you pulled away, he was left blinking, dazed.

You studied his face for a moment, looking very pleased with yourself. “Wanna go out sometime then?”

Noel’s mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. He blinked again, then frowned, as if he was sure he misheard.

“…Wait, really?”

You just gave him a look. “I literally told you I assumed you were the one everyone fancies. Think that means I’m serious.”

His face broke into a grin and he just laughed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“Yeah, alright,” he said finally, still smiling. “Reckon I’d be mad to say no.”

“Good answer.” you murmured before kissing him again.

And Noel?

Noel was absolutely gone.

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Oh, when I tell ya I proper jumped at me computer when I saw this request in me inbox, 10's across the board.

@shes-thunderstormssss you absolutely outdid yourself with this request love, please never stop x

I'll be thinkin' about this for a couple of working days, ta very much xx

[lisacameron99]

OC Names

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid's love interest - Alyssa Jackson (oc, no relation to anybody on the show)

Aaron Hotchner's love interest - Olivia Rossi (Dave's daughter)

Luke Alvez's love interest - Sarah Reid (Spencer's twin sister)

Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton's love interest - Audrey Lilyington (cousins to Kate's family)

Anthony Bridgerton's love interest - Polly Fetherington (Penelope's older sister)

Benedict Bridgerton's love interest - Caroline Abernathy (Lucy's older sister)

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Andrew DeLuca's love interest - Lindsey Webber (Richard's daughter)

Mark Sloan's love interest - Grace Shepherd (Derek and Amelia's sister)

Alex Karev's love interest - Haley O'Malley (George's sister)

Jack Gibson's love interest - Ashley Sloan (Mark's Sister)

MCU

Peter Parker - Taylor Rogers (Steve's sister)

Bucky Barnes' love interest - Lauren Stark (Tony's sister)

Steve Rogers' love interest - Rebecca Barnes (Bucky's sister)

Thor - Alex Maximoff (Pietro and Wanda's sister)

One Tree Hill

Lucas Scott's love interest - Madison James (Hailey's sister)

Nathan Scott's love interest - Anna Sawyer (Payton's sister)

Q's love interest - Natalie Scott (Nathan's full sister, Lucas' half sister)

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank's love interest - Lily Routledge (John B's sister)

John B. Routledge's love interest - Melissa Jane Maybank (MJ) (JJ's sister)

Rafe Cameron's love interest - Cassie Roberts (progue!reader)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester's love interest - Samantha Singer (Bobby's daughter)

Sam Winchester's love interest - Stephanie Bradbury (Charlie's sistere)

John Winchester's love interest - Meghan Harvell (Wililam Harvell's sister, Jo's aunt)

Shameless

Lip Gallagher's love interest - Alison Milkovich (Mickey and Mandy's sister)

Pretty Little Liars

Jason DiLaurentis' love interest - Andy Rivers (Caleb's sister)

Mike Montgomery's love interest - Emma Hastings (Spencer's sister)

Noel Kahn's love interest - Kate DiLaurentis (Alison and Jason's sister)

Caleb Rivers' love interest - Brooke Montgomery (Aria and Mike's sister)