#Noel I hope you’re well my guy

[whoblewboobear]

The way this Cody Ko situation is hitting me.. I’m gonna have so much to talk about in therapy tonight like. I’m fucking haunted by that “we good?” Text he sent to Tana cause like- the longer you live with SA trauma the more patterns your start to notice that are routine for abusers. I remember getting my own little “we good” text from the asshole that SA’d and then SH’d me for months after. Like it is textbook. They do the same shit time and time again. It’s just- it’s hard and I should tune out from it but my mind comes back to Noel too. And I hope this isn’t hitting him as hard as other victims of SA that were/are TMG fans. Like this blows but it blows differently when you’ve gone through it. I hope Tana is okay.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Leon Day

Summary: The reader makes Dean breakfast on Leon Day and explains what the day is. While she has some fun things planned, Dean shares some of his own future plans with her...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: language, 15x20 finale spoiler (fic takes place post 15x20 though)

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Y/N,” said Dean, scratching his head when he came into the kitchen for breakfast. “I haven’t been in a coma lately right?”

“No...why would you ask that?” you said. Dean pointed behind him to the string lights hanging in the hall, colorful lights twinkling along the wall. “Oh that? It’s Leon day.”

“Who’s Leon?” he asked, padding over to his usual stool, yawning and curling into himself. You ruffled his hair and slid a cup of coffee in front of him.

“It’s June 25th. Exactly six months from Christmas,” you said.

“Is it Leon’s birthday?” he asked. “Whoever he is?”

“No silly,” you said, returning your attention to making pancakes.

“Can I have chocolate chips?” he asked. “Please.”

“Uh we’re out of chips but blueberries instead?” you asked, holding up the package.

“That’s fine,” he said, spinning in his seat. “So...lights?”

“Well Leon is Noel backwards and since it’s six months from Christmas it’s kinda like a mini-Christmas day,” you said.

“Never heard of it.”

“Well most people have never heard of a devil’s trap but that’s a thing that exists too,” you said. He hummed and sipped on his coffee, crossing his legs on his seat. He looked younger like that and you smiled, hoping he was in a good mood this morning. “I only decorated a little bit.”

“So it’s like Christmas? I didn’t get you any presents,” he said.

“We don’t have to do presents. It’s more about, doing things together, making cookies, having a nice dinner together. Maybe take a day off from hunting,” you said. You put your back to him and finished with his pancakes, dropping some fresh blueberries on top for him when you were all done. You hummed and slid the plate in front of him, giving him a fork and knife along with a glass of water.

“I uh, actually wanted to talk to you about hunting. Sam and I saw something online,” he said. You sighed and poured more batter into the pan.

“A new case?” you asked, forcing a smile into your voice.

“This big house in Lawrence. Not obnoxiously big but it’s big, big enough for like eight people I’d say,” he said.

“Is it haunted?” you said, watching the batter bubble and begin cooking.

“It’s for sale. We were thinking of buying it. He was gonna talk to Eileen and I said I’d talk to you about it.”

“About…”

“Buying it,” said Dean. You turned and frowned at him, Dean shoveling his second pancake into his mouth. “What?”

“First off, chew. Second, why would you guys buy a house? You’re not suddenly going to become the Property Brothers are you?”

“No silly. The house would be for us. Obviously we’d ward the shit out of it but yeah, house. What do you think?” 

“Why would we get a house?” you asked. Dean rolled his eyes and you put the rest of the pancakes on a plate, bringing them over and taking a seat beside him. “Like, is there something wrong with the bunker?”

“Nothing wrong with her. But Jack and Cas are up working in heaven and the world’s not so scary...and I did have a house in heaven when I was there.”

“You still haven’t told me about whatever space time continuum crap you broke in order to be back from the dead.”

“Jack just said it was alright so I’m back and considering you weren’t up in Heaven like we all thought you were, we all decided on a do over. I missed you and I liked that house but I want you in that house with me.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying...let’s go live in a house and maybe I hunt every once in a while, maybe I run point for some other hunters, if we decide to go that route. Maybe I do something different for work. But I’m also saying, I like waking up and having pancakes and having random holidays and being happy and I can decide to do what I want, for me. I want a warm happy house with my family. You can decorate it for whatever holidays you want if I can have that.”

“We can have that,” you said quietly. You reached over and he already was meeting you there, hugging you with a happy sigh. “You’re really ready to leave all this behind?”

“We can always come visit this place. But I think our family should grow up the way we didn’t get to. We deserve that at the very least.”

“And you said you didn’t get any presents,” you said, holding him tight.

“I may have known you were planning this,” he teased. “I waited a little longer to share the news than I was hoping to but I figured you wouldn’t mind your Leon day present.”

“No, no I don’t,” you said. He kissed you and grinned before he hopped up. He dug around in the pantry and pulled out a bag of peppermint white chocolate chips. “Well now you’re just bragging.”

“I heard we were making cookies,” he said, dropping them on the counter. “Later though. After my yummy breakfast.”

“After your breakfast,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Love you. Best mini Christmas ever.”

“Love you too sweetheart. This Christmas you’ll have a whole house to decorate. Think you can handle that?”

“Absolutely. As long as I get some help?”

“Yeah I think you can swing that,” he said. He kissed your temple and hummed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “So where’s my present in all this? I mean, I got a house and like a life changing decision for you and I got pancakes?”

“You fucking love pancakes,” you said.

“Guilty as charged,” he said. 

“I’ll make you them every single day if you want, how’s that sound?”

“Every single day?” he hummed.

“For the next week.” He chuckled and nodded. “Love you.”

“Love you back Dean.”

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[leaawrites]

Come with me pt. 2

Roadie Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, a decision for the guture is easier to make than expected.

Warnings: swearing, fluff,

Wordcount: 1.9k (what am I even doing? I should be studying)

Masterlist

The room was alive once again when Noel opened his eyes, the cushion under his hand cold and nothing more but fabric. People were running around, gathering their belongings and yelling at him to ‘get his fucking arse up’ because they were running out of time.

They were hurling across the room, in sheer panic of not getting to their next destination in time, all while Noel was sat on the sofa still, with her on his mind. And there she stayed. Lingering night and day and through all of what he needed to do to keep his job; he did it with her by his side.

The two little needles on his wrist watch showed him that the time for sleep would soon be over, but instead of taking it as a sign to close his eyes, he kept them wide open, his hand still scribbling words down on the paper. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from flowing, so he made them immortal in case she’d be interested enough one day to search for them.

“As if she’d even remember,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief of his own delusion and finally letting his eye lids flutter close. Her face still against his shoulder, breathing down his chest.

Turning off the little light in darkness and letting the silence sing him to sleep, her promise of his future a quiet hum in between all of it.

‘As if she’d remember someone like me,’ he thought again, pushing the growing fondness in his heart further down the labyrinth in his mind and turning away from it completely.

“You have to stop thinking about him,” Mary groaned as she saw the girl once more lost in daydreams in the middle of work.

“I’m trying, alright?” She argued, letting the image of him be popped by the needle of reality. “But you had to see him - and hear. God, his voice was amazing.”

“You’re fucked, I hope you know that,” Mary said, chuckling as she saw the distressed look on her friends face. “I barely remember the face of the guy I hooked up with, and I knew him longer.”

“You were also completely high on drugs if I’m allowed to remind you.”

“The sex was good though,” she said, ignoring Y/n’s comment and dwelling in unclear memories. “You didn’t sleep with that guy, right?”

“Noel,” she reminded her. “And no, I didn’t sleep with him. I fell asleep on his shoulder.”

“What?” She burst out laughing, making the other people in the office turn their heads towards the two of them. “Sorry,” she quietly apologized. “How did you achieve that?”

“I don’t know.” Groaning, Y/n buried her head in her hands. “He was singing to me and I just felt this absolute calmness settle over me all of a sudden. And then, it was over. When I woke up he was still asleep next to me and I just hurried away.”

“Wait, he didn’t leave you in the night?”

“No?” She answered, half questioning her answer, unsure of how to interoperate the question and whether it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh my god, that boy is in love with you!”

“He barely knows me.”

“He lets you sleep on his shoulder the whole night and doesn’t just leave you.”

“You make it sound more dramatic than it is with that tone of yours.”

“Well, maybe not in love immediately, but at the very least he thinks you’re pretty and wanted to be closer to you.” Mary wiggled her eyebrows at the girl, taking her hands in hers and slightly shaking them in excitement.

“Also, he had his hand on my thigh when I woke,” Y/n added, unable to keep it a secret only for her to know any longer, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks and she looked at her shoes. It felt necessary to sustain her mental health and not go crazy in delusion.

Mary let out a quiet scream at the new information, her mouth flying open and her eyes widening. “You lucky girl, and all you do is leave that poor boy alone.”

“What was I supposed to do? I barely know how to even talk to a guy and you want me to ask him if he’d marry me or something.”

“Don’t be overdramatic now,” Mary said, earning a bored expression from the girl opposite her. “You could’ve at least left your number.”

“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, I guess. But I didn’t,” she said. “It doesn’t matter now anyway, he’ll be in another city tonight, long forgotten about me and it won’t matter, because I will forget him in no time as well. It’s just a crush, nothing serious.”

“If you say so,” Mary shrugged, going back to work and leaving the girl to her thoughts once more.

‘It won’t matter,’ she told herself. ‘In a few days, he’ll be nothing but a faint memory.”

If he was only a faint memory, she’d never had one that seemed to persistent in her life. In the late nights she could still hear his voice sing her to sleep, his warm shoulder against her cheek. He was faint, but he wasn’t gone and after a few months, she believed he’d never be truly gone from her mind.

The only thing keeping her sane and away from going crazy by beginning to search for some string of contact to the boy she met one night, where the usual visits from Mary. Reminding her that, whatever she might think could happen, there would only be one person knocking on her door and only one face she’d see when opening it.

Until she saw another.

The sun already went down as Y/n sat in her little apartment all alone. The tea still steaming in front of her and the record, which was playing to keep the silence away, still spinning. All acts of her day keeping it’s normal routine.

Usually she’d sit by herself until her eyes would begin to feel heavy and she’d call it a night, the cup empty by then and the second record done playing. Usually, there would be no one wanting to see her still after 8 pm. Usually, she wouldn’t have to sacrifice her warm spot on the sofa because someone rang the doorbell downstairs.

She threw the blanket, that once rested in her lap, down to the floor, so she could walk over to the door and answer whoever was freezing outside in this cold night.

Expecting to see a neighbour of hers or, at the very least, some delivery guy that couldn’t find his way, she opened the door with a bored expression on her face. Seeing the person standing in front, with their eyes to the ground and fingers fidgeting together, the flat line of her mouth turned upwards and her heart picked up speed as she heard the quiet mumbling of his words stopping the moment he heard the door creak open.

“Hey,” he said, being the first one to talk. Not getting an answer from her, he continued. “I know this may surprise you, and honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but, fuck, I missed you and I can’t explain why. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, whether it’s some fucking witchcraft or what do I know, for fucks sake, but I can’t get you out of my head. The band sacked me, I’m on my way back home and I should probably still be on the bus, but I saw your city and I couldn’t not stop by. This is all crazy, but it feels fucking right to stand here, okay?”

“Noel,” she stopped his rambling to catch the intention of his words. “What are you trying to say?”

“Come with me, please.” His eyes looked pleading, his voice sounded like it. Like he couldn’t stop himself from asking and hoping that she’d say yes. Like, if she did, it would everything - the lost job and unknown future for him - make sense.

“I can’t, you know I can’t. I have a job, I have friends and family,” she tried to argue back.

“I’ll get big. I’ll get a good job and we’ll have money and nothing from the past will matter then. You can work whatever you want, I mean, there isn’t a lot where I come from but you can go to Uni. Your friend said something about you wanting to go, that night at the party, but you never did. You can still do it.”

“I can’t, Noel, I have a life here.”

“Have a life with me there then. It ain’t more horrible than this shithole.” Noel walked further into the small space, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “Come with me.”

“I can’t,” she said, quieter this time, more serious. The laugh that once accompanied the sentence was now gone and replaced by a sucked in upper lip. “But you can stay the night if you want.”

Waking up next to Noel was something she wished to have done before already. She should’ve stayed, she declared once she opened her eyes and saw him. She should’ve at least woken him and given him her number or address or way of contacting. She should’ve felt him this close a long time before already.

The soft feeling of his skin under her finger made the cold morning air, that was coming through the open window, feel less freezing. His body under the covers heating hers as his arm around her waist pulled her closer and his lips found their way on her forehead like they’d done this a million times before and would be doing it for evermore.

“Morning,” he said, his voice still croaked and deep from just waking.

“Morning,” she said, the smile spreading on her lips as his eyes found hers. “I thought about your preposition.”

His eyes opened more at her words, his mind awake all of a sudden. He couldn’t believe it, but it was true. While he was still sleeping she let the thought ponder in her mind. And in the end she came to the the conclusion, what could go wrong? A lot, but if she really got the place at uni, at least she had something then. Until now, she was only a small assistant at the local paper, nothing too much. Bringing coffee and all that nonsense. But she wanted to write, and nowhere unknown, she wanted to write somewhere where people would read her thoughts and opinions and where they would be taken serious.

“You have?” Noel asked, his voice hitching in the back of his throat.

“I think, if I get the place and everything works out well, nothing speaks against it.” Brushing some hair out of his face, she continued explaining her plan and thoughts. “I like you, Noel. I really do. And, as I already told you, I know that you will get further than being some lazy worker in an office. I want to be there when you do.”

Pulling her closer, he didn’t answer with anything but his lips on hers. Turning their bodies so he was hovering over her, his lips peppering kisses all over her face, travelling down her neck and chest whilst chuckles escaped her mouth from the tickling feeling of them on her bare skin.

If this was what being with Noel felt like every day, she was willing to let everything else go for it.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Mix up manhattan au

After the hit that’s as heathers the musical set up by mix up manhattan Jason didn’t really think much on if he wanted to act again.

Sure, there was that quick stint of Noel’s Lament for charity but honestly he feels like it would be a lost cause to try and play another role because apparently he was a little too good at being JD.

“That’s bullshit, man. Like of course you’re going to act good, you were one of the main leads!”

Danny scoffed as gestured with a fry,

“An actor that can actually act. It’s not like you’re going to actually blow up a school.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying! You know they’ve been trying to send me back to therapy? Like gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Jasob sighed as slouched over the linoleum table.

“You know, I hate that I fucking get it in a way y’know? Like I have a shady past, and maybe my temper spikes a bit more than the average guy but that shit’s in the past! I thought thought it was at least…”

“You were built for the role dude, there’s a reason you got casted. It’s probably just because it hit a little close to home.”

“Well I wish it didn’t.”

Danny hummed as he took a sip of his shake.

“You know.. there might be an easy fix for this.”

“What are you thinking about now?”

“I’m just saying how for sure are you that you don’t want to do another audition?”

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Tim blinked.

And blinked again.

He rubbed his eyes until they were raw,

Nope.

No change.

“What the fuck are you doingJason?”

Jason for his part raised an eyebrow in the mirror as he continued to try to adjust his skirt.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Dressing up.”

“I-but-“

“Ah, Master Jason, how are the adjustments feeling now?”

Jason gave a grin as he grabbed a pile of clothing from the couch.

“A lot less like I’m going to flash everyone during a twirl. Thanks Alfie your a life saver.”

“Your very welcome dear do give me updates on how it goes.”

Jason gave a little twirl and a finger gun before leaving the living room.

Alfred held back a chuckle as he looked to his other grandson.

“Is there something you need to say Master Tim?”

“I-uh- The pink cardigan looked good?”

“Indeed, I do hope they do not accidentally stain it.”

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That week at the theater signs we’re out out for Hairspray the musical.

[the-himawari]

A3! Spotlight Event Translation - Spotlight (Secret): Ikaruga Brothers & Hyodo Brothers & Shadows in the Moonlight (3/19)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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~Shadows in the Moonlight Side~

Chikage: So, what are you thinking about?

Hisoka: You see, for Christmas at Guy’s bar—.

-pause-

Chikage: I see. And your idea right now is?

Hisoka: My first choice was to choose a concept and serve the customers like the Actor’s Café. By the way, I’ve already rejected the idea for poetry reading.

Chikage: I can… tell easily whose suggestion that was.

Hisoka: You work for a trading company, so you’ve met a lot of people and seen a lot of different plans. Do you have any good ideas?

Chikage: …You should start by thinking about why they chose Journey for their Christmas plans.

Hisoka: The reason they chose Journey…

Chikage: It’s because they like Journey they way it is, right? They purposely chose it because they like the atmosphere, customer service, and the drinks there. Making a huge change would miss the point.

Hisoka: …I see. I guess you’re right.

Waiter: Thank you for waiting. Here is your hot chocolate.

Hisoka: Thanks.

Waiter: And here is your seasonal special blended coffee. Right now we’re serving La Magie du Noel… We only serve this during the Christmas season. Please have these with your drinks as well. I hope you relax and enjoy your meal.

Hisoka: It’s gingerbread. It’s not covered in sugar, so even you can eat it, right?

Chikage: It still looks sweet though. And the smell of your hot chocolate is making it worse.

Hisoka: What was the name of your coffee again?

Chikage: La Magie du Noel. It means “the magic of Christmas” in French.

Hisoka: The magic of Christmas—. … “If the falling snow was warm like the sun, and the chimes of the bells ringing through the town were words of love—"

Chikage: “Then the world would be a kinder place.”

Hisoka: …You remember?

Chikage: Of course. I was told not to forget.

Hisoka: That brings back memories. …Remember, back then—.

*flashback starts*

August: Welcome.

Child A: Hello!

Child B: Which one should I get~.

December: …There’s a lot of customers today even though the Halloween season is over.

April: It’s his fault for making up that “cookies that grant your wish” thing. Who knows when he’s going to get sued.

Child C: Misha! Are you still selling the cookies that grant wishes?

August: Yep. Which colour would you like?

Child C: Pink!

August: Alright, here you go. Do you have a love you want to come true?

Child C: Fufu. I only have eyes for you, Misha!

August: Oh my. What an honour. But alas. Apparently I’m a bad guy who’s going to get sued someday, so it’s better to give up on me.

Child C: There’s no way you’re a bad guy, Misha! Who said that about you?

April: …Don’t go off and exaggerate.

December: …Marshmallows…

April: Oi, how many pieces is that now? It’s your fault that the shop is going to run out of marshmallows.

Child A: Ah~, someone’s angry~.

Child B: He tried to eat them secretly, but he got caught!

August: He has to do it better next time, right?

Child C: Ahahaha.

-pause-

August: Thanks for your help, you two. We had a super busy day again today.

December: Zzz, zzz…

April: *Sigh*… I’m sure it’s not a good idea to stand out this much.

August: Well, I guess that’s true. But—. A life spent solely stealing, hiding, and being hated gets lonely. Even we can make someone smile, right?

April: Make someone smile, huh… …But more importantly, how long are we going to be this freaking busy?

August: We’re entering the holiday season, so I guess it’ll continue being this busy until the new year.

April: You’re kidding. This is a hindrance to our mission…

August: It’s Christmas already~. What if we go out on a limb and sell cakes this year?

December: I’m down.

April: Oi, you were listening? In any case, customer don’t come to all the way to a candy shop for cake. They’d buy one at a cake shop.

August: You have a point… hmmm…

April: Give up and just sell candy as usual.

August: Oh, I know. That would sell, wouldn’t it?

April: …I have a bad feeling about this.

December: *Yawn*…

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[hydrus101]

⚠️ Part 39 Spoilers and Thoughts because oh my god…. oh my GOD

- everything about this was phenomenal, good god, so many questions have been answered, I am on the floor with relief and need to update my red string board

- Arthur Lester is the most of all time, did y’all HEAR HIM??? HE KICKED OUT THAT GUYS TEETH??? HELLO???

- the elevator sequence is so dear to me, please John never change

- “oh John… you were doing so well” oh did you hear that? That was my heart shattering into thousands of little pieces all over the floor

- [loudly] I don’t like that Arthur suddenly has so many friends and interpersonal connections! It makes me nervous!

- imagine being John, listening in on Noel as he calls you a manipulator and liar and all these other horrible things and you want to refute it so desperately because you’re not him anymore, but you can’t because you are still. lying. You have known it’s bad to lie, you have asked (“what if…if it’s…to help”) trying to convince yourself that whatever deal you’ve made is worth it, but you are still just an echo of a monster. God. Anyways.

- I’m gonna draw Arthur and Marie playing scrabble. Old people love scrabble.

- and finally: me @ the part of myself that dares to hope

[thegreatstoryteller]

Seasonal Brews: Lights

Nick was more than happy to be open again for the season. Sometimes it could be quite the hurdle gaining the traction to whip enough magic for the season. But here he was once again. In another small town, bringing warm drinks and good company to a few lucky patrons happy to walk his way.

As everyone knows, it’s that time of year where magic is in the cold winter air, and the power of a good drink can really turn the life around for some lucky individuals.

The door opened beginning to jingle the bells marking the entrance of a new guest!

“Welcome to Seasonal Brews! How can I help y- woah! You uh…. Ok there?” Nick gasped at the young man covered in pine needles.

“Oh hi… yeah I’m fine… it’s nice and warm in here thanks. Just gonna browse your menu real quick! Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” The bespectacled young man said. His slim frame and pale skin lead Nick to believe he was sick for a moment, but his eager stride around the store would suggest otherwise. His dirty brown hair also had needles beginning to poke out of it haphazardly.

“Of course take all the time you need. Um… what was it exactly you were doing before to get…. All of this?” Nick gestures wildly around him as the young man blushes.

“Ah. Is it that noticeable? Sorry.” He says shaking his head knocking more and more needles to the ground. “My brother and I typically help people in the community with their Christmas trees this year! It’s kinda a nice tradition our family liked to do. My dad used to own a pine tree acre that grows these every year. We had to sell it awhile ago, but my brother and I still volunteer there! In fact… that’s kinda why I’m here! I was hoping to get a few drinks for me, my brother and some of the people we’re helping with their trees! I know it’s a lot to ask… sorry.”

Nick was surprised. He didn’t know what to make of this novel request, but he had the feeling he could help.

“Of course! I’d be happy to make you some. How many drinks are we talking here? And is there anything you’re in the mood for?” Nick offered, already in the process of making some of the drinks.

“Let’s see,  well we only have 3 more deliveries to make. So I guess 1 for each of them and my brother. Something strong for each of them to get them through the day. They’ll need the energy.” The young man offered. 

Nick smiled. “And don’t forget one for you! I’m picturing.... something sweet! What name should I put on your cup by the way?”

“Right! Sorry. It’s Noel. Nice to meet you.... Nick.” Noel said reading the drink maker’s name tag.

“It’s nice to meet such a kind heart today Noel. And there you go. Drinks are hot and ready, I’m sure everyone will love them. I brought an assortment so I hope you enjoy. The names of the drinks are on the cups, so distribute as needed.”

“Already? That was... well fast! Thank you Nick! How much do I owe you?” Noel offered.

“Consider this a gift for all the good you’re doing around town. Maybe next year I’ll need a tree or your help.” Nick joked.

“That’s awfully kind of you sir. Merry Christmas!” Noel pulled out some money and left it in the tip jar, much to Nick’s surprise.

“The pleasure is all mine. Stay warm out there” Nick said as Noel exited the establishment.

Outside Noel’s older brother was there waiting. “Thanks for getting the drinks Noel! I’ll drink just about anything after the day we’ve had.”

“No problem Hector. Here you go! This is a... dark chocolate mocha, with a peppermint twist. Hope you like it, the guy said he got some strong drinks for us.” Noel explained handing over the warm cup of coffee. 

Hector gave his little brother a hug an wiped his longish brown hair from his brow before taking a deep sip. The young man wasn’t all that bigger than Noel, but he was more leanly muscled, a skill essential for hauling trees much larger than his size with the right skill. However as he took a sip those lean muscles expanded, lengthening and hardening as a cool breeze blew through the street. Noel closed his eyes not noticing the fresh powder now around the city making it looks clean and picturesque, as his brother’s red shirt and cap turned into a more Santa themed attire.

Hector’s beard began to grow in as abs popped under his jacket that now opened up revealing a powerfully built chest. And a deep voiced laugh emitted from the slightly older man. “It’s beginning to look a little more like Christmas now.” Hector said in a smooth baritone admiring the freshly fallen snow. “We better get to our first stop before it starts coming down faster. Let’s go.” Hector patted the side of his truck not seeing the changes spread down faster over it as its fading red color reinvigorated, but turned to wood. The entire body of the vehicle looking more sled and sleigh shaped until there was nothing more than a modern snow faring sleigh before them!

Noel rubbed his eyes as his brother’s appearance made him do a double take. Did he always look so big? And show off his abs this much? Didn’t they ride here in an old truck not some sleigh pulled by reindeers? Who’s to say, but Hector was right. The last thing they wanted was to get stuck in the snow. So the two hopped in and the reindeer pulled their sleigh to the first stop. 

“Alright first on our list is Mr. Baston Chan. I’ll go grab the tree from the back, you can ring his doorbell and offer him his drink Noel.” Hector explained hopping out back and grabbing the large tree with ease. Noel happily agreed and jumped out into the thickening snow and walked down the long path to a modest single story house. With a ring and a knock he called, “Mr. Chan? It’s Noel and Hector with you’re tree! Care for a warm drink?”

An older Asian looking man opened the door slowly with a jolly smile. “Thank you boys for coming each year to help me out. You’re so kind.”

“We’re happy to do it Mr. Chan. Plus here’s a drink. The snow is really coming in these days this one is... a Red Bean Cappuccino?” Noel said reading the label.

“That is one creative mix. I am a fan of red bean after all, how’d you know. Thank you!” Baston Chan said ruffling Noel’s hair as they shared a smile. Noel went to help Hector with the tree, not that he needed it, but he still wanted to help. So the young man didn’t see Mr. Chan beginning to change right behind him. His skin tightened into a more youthful flow as his old tattered robe fell limply to the ground revealing a healthy athletic frame! Years of labor and effort now recalling itself to an aging body now once again filled with the vitality it once knew!

“You boys really brighten my day. It wouldn’t be Christmas without seeing your good deeds all around the neighborhood! If you ever want to come by my gym again we can do some post holiday lifting!” Baston flexed confidently out his door as Hector stood the tree right next to his porch. 

Noel laughed nervously knowing Baston Chan’s vigorous workout routine, while Hector followed along. “We’ll try Mr. Chan, but Noel and I here will have to take a break every now and then to keep up with you. Merry Christmas!” The two waved off as Hector sighed. “Wow that man is in such good shape for his age. Who is next?”

“Ms. Mary and Ms. Christine!” Noel chimed in. He loved the two older women who would make him and his brother cookies as kids. So when they arrived to their larger house, which acted also as an art studio he was eager to see them with hearty knock.

A shorter grandmother type greeted him at the door. “If it isn’t little Noel! You’re so big now it’s wonderful to see you. And your brother, strong as ever lifting those trees! In the living room Hector! There’s also some cookies waiting for you boys inside!” Ms. Mary a curly haired older black woman said, directing the two brothers inside. There on a reclining chair was Ms. Christine, a larger blond woman equal to Mary in age.

“Thanks Ms. Mary! We also brought you some drinks! this one is... a hot Alpine Apple Cider and this one is a large hot chocolate with silver sprinkles.” Ms. Marry took the cider while handing Christine the hot chocolate.

“You boys are stars tonight! Have as many cookies as you like! I made them myself!” Christine said proudly. 

The two boys began to munch on the delicious gingerbread cookies while the two women cheers and drank their drinks. Ms. Mary was the first to drink her drink. Her skin grew lighter in color, letting the cider fill her form. She grew taller and leaner, as her long curly hair receded into a shorter style while recoloring to blond! All the while Ms. Christine began to plump up even further gaining a larger bulbous belly that darkened with each sip. A salt and pepper beard grew over her face as the two of them took on more manly features! Soon Chris’ red jumper, popped open! revealing some darker moobs and a healthy gut, prompting a laugh from Mark who had discarded his shirt to sidle up next to his husband by the fire. Soon there was now a spry professional sledder and a larger black man cuddling lovingly together.

“Thanks for helping set up the trees boys,” Mark said. “And for finishing off those cookies. Santa here is getting a little too greedy before Christmas.” The handsome blond man said rubbing Chris’ large black gut.

“None sense. It’s Christmas! We get to relax a bit. But you boys can come by anytime for more if you like. Once our kids are back visiting their friends I’m sure Mark can take you all sledding like old times.” Chris offered warmly.

“That would be great Mr. Chris. And thank you Mr. Mark!  Your hospitality and cookies are always top notch!” Noel said with a mouthful of treats.

“Now come on Noel, let’s leave these two be for now. We’ve got one more delivery!” Hector said pulling his brother who was waving vigorously goodbye.

“Gosh I love visiting them! We gotta visit more often. Anyway we have only one left and it’s... oh wow it’s Ansel! Can I uh... you know... do this one myself?” Noel asked blushing.

“Of course lil bro. He’s all yours.” Hector smirked as they stopped outside a nice two story family like house with lots of noise inside. Noel did his best to drag the tree to the door and knocked. Opening it was a handsome young man back from college this year. “Noel! You made it! With the tree too! Come inside! We were just setting up lights in here.” Ansel explained. The handsome young man’s athletic proportions causing young Noel to blush.

“T-thanks! I’d love to... oh and i Uh... got you this drink! We’ve been delivering them to people with the trees all night.” Noel offered.

“Noel! That’s really sweet. But! Did you reemember to get yourself something too? I see only one drink left. And I think it should go to the guy who’s been busting his butt trying to bring people holiday cheer. So why don’t you have it? Ok?” Ansel offered.

Noel didn’t know what to say but simply nodded and drank it without even reading the label. He was filled with warmth. A warmth he attributed being so close to his crush, but also one that was causing his paler skin to tan and his hair to shorten and darken. His jacket was getting tight so he removed it to reveal a straining polo that his larger biceps were threatening to tear! All the while Noel felt his vantage point lift up and up as he walked with Ansel through his house! Right until he saw a room covered in Christmas lights. 

“Looks nice doesn’t it?” Ansel said looking up at Noel through the lights.

“It... it does! I like it a lot. And.. well... you... i mean I... ahha what was I saying?” Noel boomed with his new low voice sounding like a jock mumbling commands across a field. 

“Well... I think you were saying you liked the decorations. Especially the mistle toe I put over here. You know holiday traditions and all? I think I want to stay true to this one at least.” Ansel said leaning up to kiss Noel as the two embraced.

Outside Hector finished setting up the tree and smiled proudly at his brother. He knocked on the window and gave Noel a thumbs up prompting the two to stop the kissing and back away blushing.

“Sorry about Hector... he’s just kidding around a lot... but i liked that a lot... and I like you... so... maybe after the holidays... you and I could grab a coffee or something?” Noel asked blushing.

“I’d love that. Have any place in mind?” 

Noel looked down at the cup in his hand and smiled. 

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 9: Please don't go (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, and... SMUT (yes it's back, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes maybe.

Words: 3626 !

Summary: After the Whisky A Gogo events, Noel and you are barely talking to each other. But love seems to be stronger than this.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 9 ! The return of SMUT ! I teased it a bit last week. I'm happy to finally feed you haha. Hope you'll like it as ever, and rendez-vous next week for the next chapter.

Love y'all

Enjoy !

(That's how he's supposed to look like in December 1994 apparently, at least that's what I saw...)

“Babe, I love you so I want you to know That I'm gonna miss your love The minute you walk out that door

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay

If you leave, at least in my lifetime I've had one dream come true I was blessed to be loved By someone as wonderful as you

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay».

December 1994:

It felt weird and unpleasant. Being on tour with Oasis and barely speaking to Noel seemed unseemly and unacceptable. I felt like a freeloader. I was travelling with them for free in exchange for my help, and yet, the only thing I wanted was to go home. No matter how much the other guys reassured me, I still felt out of place.

It had been two long months since things weren’t the same. Noel was letting me sleep in the hotel rooms and was going to sleep with one of the guys. The beds felt empty without him by my side. But my heart was full. Full of sadness. I was crying every damn night. It was tearing me apart. Breaking me. And I knew that once Oasis would have their Manchester gig, everything would be over. I would go to live at my parents house for a few, find myself a job again, never see Noel ever again, and try to forget him. Oh, but I would have to see him again, because my belongings were at his apartment, and soon, he would move to London. That was the detail that caused my heart to even break more.

The thing I didn’t know was that he already moved to London when we were on tour. He’d hired removal men who’d taken all his stuff to his new apartment. His things, as well as mine. I was now a Londoner and Liam was the one who told me, because Noel wasn’t saying anything to me anymore.

You wouldn’t believe it, but the situation hurt me more than what I lived with Kenneth.

And knowing I had nowhere else to go to when in London, I was forced to stay at Noel’s apartment.

December 13th-14th 1994- London

This night, Oasis were playing Hammersmith.

After the gig, Liam wanted us to have an afterparty in a pub but Noel proposed the guys to have the afterparty at his place for a sort of house-warming party.

So we went to buy drinks and some stuff to eat too and arrived at the apartment. It wasn’t little but wasn’t huge either, and again there was only one bedroom and one bed. But there were two keys, mine and Noel’s. Maybe the move had happened before we argued, and that now, he didn’t want me there anymore.

And anyway, I had to leave.

After quite a party at Noel’s place, the guys stood the night, sleeping on the ground with covers.

At about 5am, when the sun was starting to rise, I woke up, trying to be as discrete as possible. I started collecting my belongings and my box, and silently took them at the main door. Then I heard a familiar voice, and felt a familiar silhouette stand behind me.

What are ye doing? He asked

I turned around and looked at him.

Oh, so you’re talking to me now?

I could say the say thing. Now please, answer me question. He answered, dryly

Well I think you’re not blind, I’m collecting my stuff. I’m leaving. I’m going back in Town.

Silence settled in for a few seconds, and I heard him sigh and his breath was shaking.

I don’t want ye to go. He said, his voice trembling

I looked at him and saw he was on the verge of tears.

I have to. It will be better for us. I can’t live like this Noel. I said my voice trembling as well

Tears invaded my eyes.

Live like what? He asked

I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t love me anymore, when I do. I should have known earlier. I can’t live with a broken heart. It would kill me. If I can’t have you, it’s better if I leave, because it would kill me to see you with someone else too.

Wait Y/N, I…

My dad bought me a train ticket, I’m leaving in an hour so I should better get going.

Will ye listen to me ?

No. I know you’re going to apologize for something you’re not responsible for. And it would break my heart even more. I can’t force you to love me Noel.

I took my box, my bag and my suitcase, ready to go.

Come on, please Y/N…

Farewell Noel.

And I left, under the rain. I sobbed hard. Love could hurt badly. Love only punches the heart.

By the afternoon, I was at my parents place, asking for affection and reassurance like a damn child, which they did give me, without asking any questions. And at the moment I was about to cry again, I heard meowing.

Ringo ?!

*

December 18th 1994- Manchester

The only thing I was doing during my days was looking for a job. But each evening and night, I was in my old bedroom, listening to the radio and reading to empty my mind.

Empty my mind because Noel was in my head. And because Oasis were playing Manchester this evening and I didn’t go.

At about midnight, the radio started playing an old K.C and the sunshine band song: Please don’t go. And each time the singer was repeating the chorus, it reminded me of Noel’s words. “I don’t want ye to go”.

So I started crying again. Shit. Everything reminded me of him. And I cried myself to sleep.

At 1:30 am, I heard someone throw rocks at my window. I immediately knew it was him. Because he was the only one doing this. I walked to it and opened it, receiving a rock in the eye, again.

Ouch! Seriously, you still can’t aim!

Fuck, I’m so soz Y/N.

What the fuck do you want?

Can I climb?

Why?

Please it’s fucking freezing out there! And I need to talk to ye.

I hesitated.

Okay, come on, but don’t break your neck!

Noel climbed at my window, entering my bedroom. Just like he did when we were younger.

Hi! He said with a smile

What do you want? I asked softly

Well ye left like this and ye didn’t even listen to what I had to say.

Noel…

Those aren’t fucking apologies Y/N. Please, let me talk.

I sighed, already sad about what I was about to hear.

Okay…

I sat on my bed

I want us to talk about what ye said in September.

I knew it… Listen, I said anything I had to say Noel.

I know but… I didn’t see anything. And I feel like shite for not doing so.

Feels like you’re going to apologize…

Would ye like to?

No. I was really explicit about it though.

I know. I didn’t know how to fucking react. I kinda… panicked.

I chuckled.

And why so?

Because I never stopped loving ye either. But I was fucking scared ye would break me heart again. And I can’t let ye do that. Ye don’t know how it fucking broke me. I wouldn’t survive if it happened another time.

Now I was the one feeling like shit.

Oh Noely, I’m so…

Don’t. It wasn’t yer fault, it was mine. I’m not trying to excuse meself fer what I did, but I think music was and is such a part of me life, that I had to run away from me responsibilities like the coward I  fucking am and focus on what would never leave me. And I figured and didn’t know at the same time that it meant losing ye. I kinda made an unconscious choice in a way. Ye were right. I stopped calling when I should have. Yer… Yer the best thing that ever happened to me Y/N.

And suddenly, he broke down. He was sobbing hard. I never saw Noel cry like this before. Often on the edge of tears, but not like this.

I was used to “hard” and “strong” Noel, who was never showing his emotions apart in studio when singing and playing his songs. Where he was letting his emotions loose. Because deep down, the real Noel was kinda and almost like the little boy I met, something innocent and pure. But when he would be done playing, he would call you a twat.

 I loved both sides. But I loved the real Noel even more.

He sat on my bed next to me, hiding his face, so I wouldn’t see him cry.

I sat beside him, taking him in my arms.

The best thing that has ever happened to you, huh?

Yea… He answered sniffing

After Oasis?

He chuckled

Mmmh, let me guess… yes?

You bastard! I laughed

He chuckled again

Of course not. Ye’ve always been before Oasis. Before owt else.

So stop crying your heart out handsome.

He lift his head up and looked at me.

Is there any chance?

I don’t know, actions have always spoken louder than words.

I knew he understood the assignement. Because his face slowly approached mine, our eyes closed, and his lips finally touched mine, kissing them tenderly.

He let out a low moan at the feeling, as if it was the best thing in the world. His tongue asked for entrance, and I let him, the kiss becoming heated, before stopping to say:

And I’m definitely stealing the “stop crying your heart out” from ye. What a fucking title fer a song.

Y/N, your muse, at your service. I answered

Fuck yes ye are!

And he started kissing me again, this time passionately, taking our breaths away. A pool started to from in my undies. I wanted him, I needed him. I started unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.

Are ye sure? he asked me

I’ve never been so sure of my life. I answered

So he let me finish what I started, while by his side, he started peppering my neck with kisses, causing me to shiver. I missed this feeling.

I took off his shirt, letting my hands wander on his torso and his back and caressed them.

Fuck, I missed yer touch… He said

I didn’t answer and kissed him instead. I felt his hands untie my dressing gown, uncovering my breasts. He then took it off me, leaving me naked from the top.

Ye’re even more beautiful than I remember…

Oh stop it.

He chuckled

I quickly unbuckled his belt and unbutonned his jeans. He stood up and took them off. He laid me down before hovering me and kissing me again. We were eager and we couldn’t stop. I felt his hand tug at my undies. I looked at him, smiling.

What are you waiting for ? I asked

He smirked and slid them off before sliding his boxers too.

I wrapped my legs around him to feel him against my skin again. He whimpered when I did so and caressed my cheeks. He started dry humping me, his look plunged into mine. And I could see it: the flame, the same one I saw on the last day of 1983, when he said he was in love with me for the first time. Some things don’t change. Here it was a mix of love and lust.

I caressed his body, his back, his buttocks, already being almost out of breath because the feeling of our reunion was a bit overwhelming. And I could feel it did the same thing to Noel.

Eventually, I was so wet I felt him enter me without warning from dry humping me, causing me to gasp. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It had been a long time I didn’t do anything.

Fuck, ye’re so tight… Are ye okay?

Yeah, you can move already. God, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…

Me too.

He started thrusting in me, slowly at first, so we could both get used to the feeling, and increased the rhythm of his hips rolling against mine little by little.

I had to be as quiet as possible, and it was hard to do so. The amount of emotion I felt at this right moment made it impossible.

I was whimpering hard, looking at my lover and kissing him. His hand was trying to find mine and when he finally did, he held it tight and squeezed it.

My eyes shut in pure extasy as I felt him filling me up to the brim. Our bodies were started to be covered in sweat, and our whimpers were getting louder.

With his other hand, Noel grabbed my thigh, caressing and holding it, giving him a new angle that helped him thrust even deeper in me, hitting the right spot, making me moan.

He put his lips on mine to silence me.

And with each thrust, he was hitting this magical spot repeatedly, bringing me closer to my climax.

Fuck… I love ye so much Y/N…

With these words, my body let go. My back arched on the bed, my eyes rolled at the back of my head, and my body started trembling. Noel helped me ride out my orgasm and stopped moving, looking at me.

I’ve got ye love, I’ve got ye.

When I finally was back to earth, I felt Noel’s hand caressing my breasts, sliding to my hips.

Why did you stop? I asked

I wanted to see ye cum. I missed hearing yer sweet sounds and seeing ye cum. And I want to last a little bit longer too.

Well, I hope you’re not disappointed.

He chuckled.

How could I be? we both had what we wanted.

Oh and Noely…

What?

I love you so fucking much.

Yea, I know.

I took advantage of the situation to hover him at my turn.

My turn now. Just sit tight.

Yer orders madam.

I put a hand on his shoulder to stabilize myself, taking his member in my other hand, sliding up and down before sinking down on him completely, causing him to moan lowly, as he bit his lower lip.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my hips before putting my hands back on his shoulders as I started bouncing up and down on his hard member.

I was sore from my previous orgasm and knew my next wasn’t far. I adapted a regular pace, kissing him at the same time to silence our moans that were getting louder.

Noel’s arms wrapped around my waist, and he started thrusting in me to help me reach our extasy.

Oh Noel… I moaned lowly

His lips came in my neck, kissing it and leaving a hickey.

He found my sweet spot again and my eyes closed in pleasure.

My insides started convulsing around him, which affected his movements that quickly became sloppy.

Fuck, love, I’m going to cum… He grunted

Just say it one more time. I whimpered

Say wh-what?

Tell me you love me….

Fuck… I love ye to fucking death Y/N…

And just like this, I wrapped a hand around his bicep, while the other pulled at his hair as I let myself go again.

I was only shivers.

My head fell in the crook of Noel’s neck, crying out in pleasure against his lips. Then Noel let out long and desperate moans against mine as he filled me with his hot release.

We held each other tightly, our sweaty bodies connected, kissing and catching our breaths. I rode out my high crying. It had felt so good.

When he softened, he pulled out and we collapsed on the bed, next to each other. He kissed my forehead before caressing my arm and my face. I put my head on his torso, listening to his heartbeat.

Are ye okay? He asked

I’m more than okay, I just cried because it was a lot. I…

Ye needed this, I know. I did too.

I was going to say I missed you, but yeah, I needed you too. With everything that happened…

Hey, I’ve got me scars too love. Ye’ve healed mine and I hope I healed yers.

Oh you did. You saved my life Noely. You did even more.

And this time, I won’t let ye go. That’s a promise. I can have both. I can have ye, and I can have music too. And though, if I had to fucking choose, I’d choose ye without hesitating.

I kissed him before getting up and grabbing an old clean tee to clean our mess.

After this, we quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*

The next morning, I was woken by a pounding on my door. FUCK, THE DOOR! We didn’t lock it!

Wakey wakey in there! my dad said

Fuck! Noel, wake up! I whispered

My young over grumbled

Five more minutes mam… he said

Noel, for fuck’s sake, it’s me not your mam and we’re at my parents!

Holy shit! He said opening his eyes as he jumped out the bed, dressing hastily

Y/N, I’m going in! my mother said

Wait no mam, I’m not presentable!

Oh, it’s all right darling, I gave birth to you, I saw you being born, I’ve already seen you naked, I know how you look like!

Quick, under the bed! I said to Noel, who immediately hid

I barely had the time to cover myself as my mum entered.

Mam! For fuck’s sake I’m 27 years old, my intimacy!

Morning to you too sweetie, I see your language is as flowery as ever!

Soz, you just took me by surprise mam.

Nevermind, what do you want for breakfast?

Huh, toasts. Toasts with some of your strawberry jam please.

Okay. Will you take the same thing Noel? She asked

Oh for fuck’s sake… I mumbled, hiding my face in embarrassment

Huh yea, thank ye Y/M/N, and a cuppa please

Alright. Be downstairs in 10 minutes! She said before closing my bedroom door

Noel showed his head for under the bed, looking at me.

Hello there. He said

I looked at him and we burst out laughing.

Please, swear you’re staying for breakfast.

I’m not going to leave ye in the lurch on yer own, ye know I’m not like that!

Thank God.

I’m only Noel but thank ye love. He chuckled

So modest.

Oh, by the way, ye forgot this when ye left the last time. He said, handing me a key

What’s this?

The key to our place. Will ye come back to me after Christmas?

I kissed him and took the key.

I’m already back, me. I answered

I dressed up and we got downstairs. My mum was in the living room, sat on the couch, waiting for us.

Ah here you are you lovebirds. Sit and have breakfast.

How did you know Noel was here mam?

Not hard to guess when there are boxers half-hidden in your bedside table. Listen, it’s normal at your age to go at it…

Oh here we go… I said

But just not under my roof anymore. When you were 16-17 years old, I couldn’t say anything.  Preferred you to do it in a safe place rather than risking getting arrested. But now you’re both 27, you’re grown-up adults, you have plenty of places to go to do it. I gave birth to my daughter, but I never signed to hear her…

MAM! I exclaimed, interrupting her

Well, long story short, don’t have sex here anymore, are we clear? She said

Yes, understood mam.

Okay, we’re good then. Oh and now you’re reconciled, Y/N, after Christmas, you could…

Piss off? I asked

I wouldn’t say it like this, but that’s the idea. Your father and I we love you, you’ll always be welcomed here, but I know that if you stay, Noel will too, and what I just said would have fallen on deaf ears. At least you’ll be able to… do your thing by your side.

Well it’s nice seeing you again mam, it’s not like I’ve been away for a few months. I said, rolling my eyes

And I’m happy to see you my little angel, but it’s still the same point. Don’t have sex under my roof anymore. I didn’t raise you to assist to your lovemaking.

Jesus fucking Christ mother…

I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life. My mother had the talent to do this. At the time, I was even thinking about spending Christmas with the Gallaghers to run away from this. But happily, my mother never broached the topic again, as if nothing happened. A slightly avant-garde mother for her time but embarrassing as hell.

[ask-the-cyclone]

Soooo other than the competition, what are y'all planning on doing in Manitoba?

..Also I hope you guys packed a lot of activities and snacks, seems like a long trip-

-🌌(yes, me again lol)

(Aaaaa thank you so much for asking all of these questions! I wasn’t sure anyone was going to find this account at first!)

We made it through the trip alive!! At least, most of the way…

I’m going to need a lot of caffeine before I am willing to talk to anyone. Especially Ocean.

What is your problem?! Aren’t I your best friend?

Sure you are. You’re also a pain in my ass.

[Well, Penny, Mischa and I want to explore the stores and shops in the area around where the competition is taking place]

Yes, yes. We want to find matching hoodies for everyone, in a gift shop.

That’s a terrible idea.

I happened to come up with that idea!

Sorry Constance, I meant what I said.

No he doesn’t! Noel doesn’t mean anything until he’s fully conscious

Anyway… I think the plan is just to explore the area we’re staying in, and find matching sweatshirts!

We are NOT DOING THAT

Ricky and I also packed a whole bunch of card and board games to play, and I think Mischa and Noel were in charge of movies

If you’ll excuse us, we need to find Noel some coffee…

(For context, Constance is Oceans best friend, and vice versa, but Noel and Ocean are also best friends. It’s a whole thing in my brain)

[lonely-soul-02]

What do you think Liams latest interview implies about his relationship with Noel? He seemed sort of "meh" about Noel and him saying not to a 2024 DM tour.

They're trying but it's maybe a case of one step forward, two steps backwards. Liam's attitude has echoes of when Noel said recently, "It's not the end of the world," about Liam blocking his attempt to put out a compilation album of 2000s Oasis, which, by the way, THANKS A LOT LIAM just go and DENY US THAT ALBUM WHY DON'T YOU 😒 Ahem. Yeah, so he's a bit 'meh' but at the same time there's some understanding there. He's not going to battle over it, same as Noel wasn't going to battle over the album release. I'd like to think it means progress but I'm er...managing my expectations considering they're apparently still speaking through third parties. As an aside, I'm interested in why Liam's team offered the Oasis reunion before they've reconciled as brothers. Did they think Noel would be tempted by a cash grab? Or did they think it would incentivise a brotherly reunion? Whatever the case, I think we can now put to bed the notion that Noel would only ever do this for the money.

There is still hope however!

Some food for thought about where's Noel's mind was at in 2011 when he was up for a reunion. Is he still thinking this way? Hmm...

“Well I regret when I was sat in the car and I kind of made a snap decision, really, if I had my time again I’d have thought about it a bit more and gone back, done the gig, done the next, there was only two gigs left on the tour,” he remarked.

“It was a hasty decision I’ve got to say, and we could maybe have all gone off and done other things for a few years. In my own head the 2015, 20-year anniversary of ‘…Morning Glory’ is looming and we could have maybe come back, made a new album and played that album in its entirety [WTSMG] and gone and been the greatest thing ever, but there you go.”

Absolute Radio August 2011

Is there any chance that Oasis will ever reunite?

“Liam has said that the idea makes him vomit and it would never happen, so I don’t need to add anything to that. I don’t need the fucking money, but I think it’s a shame that songs like “Champagne Supernova,” “Rock and Roll Star,” “The Importance of Being Idle” and “The Shock of the Lightning” will never be played again. In a stadium. That kind of fills me with sadness. The money is kind of irrelevant. There’s bands that say, ‘We don’t want to get back together. We’d have to make a new record.' Why? Fuck a new record. No one gives a shit about your new record. Play the fucking old ones. The Led Zeppelin guys are like, ‘There will have to be a new record.’ Really? Yeah, because that would be fucking great, wouldn’t it? Play fucking ‘Whole Lotta Love.’ Get over it.

So, you’re saying there won’t ever be a reunion? Most groups say ‘never ever’ and then 10 years later, they do it.

"I’m saying that the singer has said “Never ever.” So we’ll leave it at that. 

Rolling Stone Magazine Oct 2011

[sydneyofalltrades]

Since y’all seem to love my Savannah Doe AU I figured I could write a little about it I guess?

Uhh yeah it’s all under the cut, reminder Sav and Penny are two separate people, thanks :)

ummmm mainly for @fucking-gay-frogs and @sugarcoated-dandy bc they love this au a bunch <333

Light. Dark. Pushing. Pulling. Overfilling. Emptying.

And then.

Grass.

A trip, and hands in the cold wet grass. It had just rained.

An itch, in the neck. But the neck isn’t there. But the head?

Feel. Warm cheeks. Long hair. A full neck, with just a scratch.

Search. A mirror. To see. The truth.

Voices. Bodies. Laughter.

Garbled. But loud. Cover ears. Still there.

Faces. Blurred. Hands, warm. Holding. Name. Name asked.

You don’t know. You don’t know who you are. You just remember the accident.

“She needs first aid!”

“She needs to breathe.”

“She needs- Ricky?”

A boy. Crawling to her. Holding hands.

A name. A small simple name coming to mind.

Do you remember? Yes.

“Savannah. I am Savannah.”

Pause. No speech. Everyone’s confused.

“So Jane Doe came back too? With me?”

Pigtails. Freckles. Big worried eyes. Another girl, like her.

“You’re… Penny?”

Eye widen. “How do you know that?”

Confusion. “I don’t know. I only remember-“

Quiet. The pain is too unbearable.

“Well, we’re all okay. That machine brought us back. He gave me my head back. But you had the other head, didn’t you?”

Look up. “You remember. I was- lost. A lost person. Now I have a name. And a life.”

Blinking. Realizing. She was a person. She was Savannah.

“Well, we can’t leave you here,” another voice, loud and worried, “You can stay with me, my parents aren’t ever around.”

Red hair. Warm smile. Familiar face.

“O-Ocean?”

She nods. “I’m Ocean, Savannah. I voted you to come back, remember? As Jane?”

Savannah took a moment. “After you realized choosing yourself was immoral. I remember.”

Ocean held Savannah’s hands and helped her up. She stumbled, but was able to stand.

She saw the other people. She helped up Ricky, who seemed unable to walk and talk anymore, but he was able to stand with her support.

“Savannah?”

She looked around. The girl with purple hair. Who played that silly recorder.

“Constance.”

She looked around. “And Noel. And Mischa. And Ricky. And.. Penny.”

Penny smiled. “That’s right, Sav.”

“Who’s Sav?”

“It’s you,” Ocean explained, “It’s a shorter version of Savannah.”

Savannah blinked, then slowly did something she never thought she could do. She smiled.

“I like Sav. I like you guys too. I hope I can understand why that machine brought me to life, but I think he’s dead.”

The others laughed, and Savannah was confused until Constance explained they thought she made a joke.

Turning around, they all saw the rollercoaster. The wreckage they all climbed from. Alive.

Now there was Savannah. A new member, an unknown face.

But soon she wouldn’t be so unknown. And that was guaranteed.

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[shamelessrabbithole]

bear with me as i answer i hope i don't forget anything! Did the fan want them to hug each other in the pic while they stood off to the side or something? the fan asked to replicate the meme where the guy is walking with his gf and he looks back to another girl passing by having his gf react shocked. the fan wanted to be the gf having either noel or cam do the staring and the other would have been the person passing by. they were uncomfortable with the idea of it and asked to switch it up in another way but the settled for a normal group pic as said fan probably didn't expect a no for that (cause again, its nothing new for fans to ask actors who play couples or are a fanon favourite couple) What have you seen happen to others? Are you talking about other actors who've sold products to their fans? what i've seen happening is fans of cameron trying to get his attention after so little interaction that he gave them. i'll give you some examples! first the shirts happened at the german con. many fans wore it during their photo sessions and would comment on how he didn't say anything about it, making them sad. they thought he would thank them for buying it or starting some conversations. he did the right thing by not mentioning it cause seeing how disappointed they were about it, it would have only made their parasocial relation to him stronger and seeing it as a ''signal.'' another example would be this one fan that met him at another con and had a kind exchange with him (but that if you think of it, every human being should be kind to you) once the con was over, the fan went home and sent cameron a long message on ig and even asked people to share and tag cameron as much as possible to have him answer. you see what i mean with that? i could give them the bare minimum of interactions but that only makes it worse for him and the fans attachment. Many of his friends are famous enough that they have fans, huge number of them, who attend events in order to meet them and have stan accounts in their honor. Hunter Doohan and Liana Liberato to name a few. he might have friends with lots of fans that are part of big fandoms (like hunter.) but its the way they approach the actors that is different. as i said shameless fans think they can do and say whatever they want and had been very vocal with bullying cameron or demanding things that they had no right to ask from him. it doesn't matter that hes well known like his friends, its all about how the fans behave. these are silly examples but the things i can think of on the top of my head are : - fans complaining to cameron about ians hair in s3 being a buzz cut. asking to complain to the show stylist- only to have cameron say it was his decision (1/2)

I think maybe they didn't want to recreate the meme with the concern it would go viral potentially? I don't blame them for backing out or setting a boundary.

I don't think Cam not thanking people for buying his shirt was right of him. Nor was the fan justified in their actions after the fact. And I don't think Cam had the foresight to know the fan needed to be kept at bay because they had overboard parasocial ties to him. How could he? In fact, by not thanking that fan, he probably contributed to the tailspin, not the other way around.

How would you know how fans approach anyone but Cameron? How would even you know how most fans approach Cameron when they're face to face with him? You’re making claims about specific instances when the show was on the air back in 2013. It's now eleven years later. Even if fans at cons do go on Twitter-esque rants in person with him, which I doubt they do, nobody gets more than a few minutes of his time. He knows how to move it along. I'm sorry, but none of this is based on facts that are verifiable.

[riverstardis]

the stag, the dog, and the sheep:

time for a top tier episode!!

BORING BORING DRIVER HES A BOORING BOORING DRIVER

“come onn dylan! barry will have fallen into the sea by the time we get there!” “good joke” “thank you” “then again i suppose i’ve got to laugh haven’t i in case you punch me in the face again” max and ethan are laughing about it but cal’s looking moody in the back and he flicks ethan in the head because he’s being a “bully”😬

STOOP THE BUS HE NEEDS A WEEE WEEEE

and here is ethan’s “i once chased a sheep through a field with charlie fairhead” from his game of two truths and a lie with fenisha sjdkfkgk

dylan and dervla just sat watching them “this is how far mankind has evolved. fully grown men who’ve worked their entire lives to become invaluable members of a progressive society, in the blink of an eye reduced to chasing a woolly ruminant” SJDKFKG

lol cal trips ethan and claims it was an accident even though it very clearly wasn’t and ethan’s like “cheers! i hope you’re not going to be like this the whole trip. we’re here for charlie remember.”

now his glasses are broken

ethan waking up with the sheep in his face skdkfkk he also seems to have lost his stag t-shirt? “oh shhh…eep”

dylan lmaoooo

“where’s charlie?” “who’s charlie?” “the groom. the reason we’re all here.”

david’s got a white suit for the wedding SJDKFKGK he says he swears he hired a dark one

ethan’s reaally struggling with that maths there sjskdkf i say that but tbh i would struggle to do 3 hours - 45 minutes in my head like that even when NOT horrendously hung over

noel’s forgotten his name and max tells him it’s leslie😭😭

DERVLA AND THE SHEEP IN THE WINDOW OF THE B&B SKDKFKGKG otp

dylan and josh check the police station. even josh doesn't remember what happened asdhjjkdh

poor elle. she’s been summoned for a hearing

ethan’s limping and says his leg really hurts and cal calls him a wuss and then he discovers the ‘be more cal’ tattoo. i mean that’s by no means the worst tattoo he could’ve gotten so in a way he was lucky

“i’ve got a tattoo! no! that’s the kind of thing you’d do!” “you pretty much are me now” yes indeed cal, you are mad at him for doing something you would’ve done to him without a second thought

david's being unusually chipper... the effect of him reducing the dose of his medication?

duffy's worried because charlie isn't answering her calls and she thinks he's run away and doesn't want to marry her anymore

the woman in the tattoo place says that ethan's screaming was the loudest she's ever heard and cal goes "sounds about right" sjsjdfjfjgfj

"you brought a stethoscope to a stag do?" "yeah! it's a comfort thing..." DHJKAHHJSD OH ETHAN I LOVE YOUUU I MISS YOUUU

ethan trying to distract the tattoo lady from them looking into the briefcase by asking to look at more designs "i'm thinking of a... caterpillar?"

"OO OO DONT BE SHY LADIES THERES A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE" "are you sure that's your brother?" "funny, i've been asking myself that a lot recently" SJAJKSJ why is ethan SO much more drunk than the others😭😭 i guess he's not as used to drinking so much. plus i think he'd drunk more than the others by the time they'd even set off bc they showed him opening another beer

lmaoo ethan asking cal whether he should put kisses in a text to alicia saying everything's okay and cal's like "what."💀

“there’s a dancer called candy. we think charlie might be with her. … no, no, not in the biblical sense” SJDKKFKGK

cal and ethan start arguing yet again lol ethan has no idea what it is cal's actually mad about😬

ethan lauching himself at the pimp guy and knocking him out to save cal YEAHH THATS MY BOY!!! he goes “nobody touches my brother” and cal goes “be more cal, eh?”🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

aww they’re doing a sort of a hen night (well, day) for duffy and david comes in and goes “oh great you’ve got her distracted!” 💀💀

“i remember faces. all of yours are imprinted in my brain. i’ll see you again.” “yeah, well this isn’t actually my face so um. i hired it!” skdkfkgkg i love him

the police officer asks dylan’s name and then he’s like “dylan keogh? are you sure sir?” because charlie was arrested but gave dylan’s name lmaooo

“you gave them my name, why did you do that?!” “imagine if duffy found out about this” “i’ve got a criminal record now apparently!” “drunkenness, resisting arrest, it’s nothing really” “yeah and impersonating a doctor i’m sure that’s an offence isn’t it! you know all of these things go on record, the next time there’s trouble, it’s muggins they’ll come looking for first!” SKDKFKGKG ohh dylan i love you

charlie has a tattoo that says ‘candy’ in a heart lmaoooo

dylan spinning the minibus and then he stops and they all rush to put their seatbelts on SJDFKKGKG come on guys you literally work in an emergency department💀

noel still thinks he’s called leslie sjdkfkkfkf

“i was thinking, maybe i should get a tattoo. be more ethan.” “ha” “you were seriously impressive back there” “yeah, we’ll, then i’d have to get one that said ‘be even more cal’, you’d have to get one that said ‘be even more ethan’, i’d have to get…” “just. stop talking. come ere” and cal puts his arm round ethan and kisses his head and hugs him I MISS GHEM SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh is that lexy? is that her name?

“well given that i’ve got at least 12 points on my license and a fresh criminal record, i’d say it’s been a pretty staggeringly unsuccessful stag from my point of view” oh dylan skdkfkgk

duffy saying in the vows “no sickness, because we’re nurses” :((((

damn david is tearing up the dance floor! meanwhile robyn looks worried

lmaoo alicia goes up to ethan at the reception and goes “i missed the main event so you’re gonna have to make up for it by taking your trousers off” and he’s like “i beg your pardon?” and she goes “i wanna see it!” and he realises she’s talking about the tattoo💀💀 and cal sees them talking and immediately goes and kisses some random woman who conveniently happens to be walking past at that moment so alicia sees and breaks up with him

shut up connie leave elle alone🙄

lmaoo duffy notices charlie’s arm hurts but he doesn’t tell her about the tattoo. i think charlie’s drunken tattoo is considerably worse than ethan’s lmao

“why would you do that to alicia?” “yknow, sometimes you can’t help yourself” cal actually looks really sad :( and ethan just looks confused. “so what you’re saying you don’t wanna be more like me now? because tattoo removal really hurts” lmaooo

“that’s the thing. whatever you do, however insane, i still look at you and think yeah that’s my brother” “and you’ve got me for life nibbles” THAT IS SO FUCKING CRUEL I HATE THE WRITERS I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 there’s no way in hell they weren’t already planning to kill cal off at this point because it’s less than 3 months away now and don’t they start planning storylines like 9 months in advance :/ and when richard winsor decided to leave he agreed to extend his contract an extra 4 months i think so they could give cal a good (“good”) exit storyline

i absolutely love how they’ve both decided to put their relationship over their relationships with alicia. i miss when casualty didn’t prioritise romantic relationships over everything else. i feel like that started to change in s32. man i miss the oliver kent and erika hossington era it really was superior

i think they should do a comedy episode like this again! although the show barely has any lighthearted moments like it used to be so maybe it would feel more jarring but on the other hand it would probably help bring back some light heartedness and fun!

[noelxbe]

bexstevie

"it's probably pretty boring..." stevie trails off, thinking about it. "though i guess it's an okay day off. you don't have to do too much hardwork?" stevie would probably be sneaking bites of candy in between passing it out. it'd be so easy, who would know? he chances a glance around. he should probably approach another person, the candy likely dwindling away; but he's gotta steel up his nerves for another one. "i don't even wanna think about signing autographs...i'm just a little guy..." stevie huffs with a laugh at the thought. "you could always just scribble. i've seen people do literally like, something that looks like a pen mark and call it a day." "yeah," he comments quietly, thinking about it. it makes sense-- they always glorified any big holiday like that back home. "cheat days are good-- you gotta treat yourself every now and again. how else do you stay sane, y'know?" stevie stares at noel for a moment, before a slow grin crosses his face. "not going to lie, i snuck a bite of one five minutes ago." he confesses quietly, shoulders shaking slightly with an effort to keep his giggling down. "i couldn't help it. once i have it? game over." stevie takes another glance around. "you wanna try for another one?"

“i would quite dislike being an idol at this party… you’ve busted your ass off to debut and now you’re just giving out candy and autographs” he chuckles “i do kinda hope they get their own separate party, they deserve that”. “i guess everything about the idol life isn’t perfect” he shrugs “must hurt your hands to write so much? but yeah, i wouldn’t be surprised if they here and there ate some of the candy themselves”.

“my sister showed me some photos of debuted artists’ autographs, they sure are able to be creative and do it prettily as well” he hums “i can’t help but wonder if some of them got help from their company” he licks his lips. “i’m not very creative, i’ve just started to attempt learning songwriting, so if anyone would offer their help with making me an autograph, i’d gladly take it”. “though i guess if i debut, it might take a while” shrug.

“cheat days are a must!”. “i’ve been so busy lately, i guess for a lot of people when you’re busy it’s easiest to pick the unhealthiest options, but it’s opposite for me for some reason” shrug “i find it easier to eat healthy when i’m stressed or, and busy” he runs a hand through his hair “when i have time i cook for myself, bunch of delicious food, when i don’t, it’s often just soup”. “you? what are you like when you get busy, is healthy or unhealthy your go-to?”.

“even if we manage to get a lot of candy, i’m not sure how long it’ll last… because, not going to lie, i also snuck in a bite of a piece of candy not too long ago” a laugh escapes his lips. “let’s continue! more candy and more autographs”.

[someheroescarryfloss]

TSCS Episode 5

Here thar be spoilers!  No tinfoil hat theories this time around, just a few thoughts about what I liked (and didn’t like).

So...First and foremost, Bernard is here!!!  And yes, they did address why he looks older.  The reason for that...well, let me backtrack a bit and say that it was great to see the character again, and David Krumholtz hasn’t lost his touch!  The sass is there, and something I never thought would happen, we actually got to hear him use a minor swear word.  That’s right, folks...they let Bernard say ‘Damn it’!  Which, to be honest, is in no way out of character, they just never let him do it before. XD

Elves having their own version of Rumspringa was a cool idea (the name Kribble-Krabble being somewhat less cool IMO), but...You know, I kind of wish they had said that Bernard chose to live in the human world and left it at that.  I would have liked it if things were left a bit more open-ended there.  And I’m sorry, but it just came off as weird to me that they would pair him up with Vanessa Redgrave as sort of a throw-away not-a-joke-but-a something.  But I choose to view the series as a separate entity from the movies, so I’ll take it as it is and leave it at that.  It was just great to see Bernard again, and now on to the Yule-Verse!

Now, this part I really liked!  I prefer the idea we fanfic writers had going (and can you blame us for jumping to that conclusion?) that all the Santas were human, and they all ended up with the job in different ways.  For Scott to be the first human Santa, and for Carol to be the first Mrs. Claus EVER because the other Santas wanted them to have kids that would inherit the North Pole was...well, it’s fine in theory.  But since Elves are apparently now ethereal beings whose very existence is tied to Christmas spirit (as if Elf myths hadn’t existed in some form or another for literally thousands of years), those kids would have to leave the North Pole to find spouses of their own in the future to keep it going.  And there doesn’t seem to be a plan in place for that.  These guys are just making it up as they go along!  Isn’t that dangerous to do when your very existence hangs in the balance? XD

So, apparently Elves just came into existence as they are.  No ageing unless they chose to leave, no childhoods, no parents...apparently they can get married (Noel and Betty)...but for Elves it’s just kids playing house and calling each other by pet names.  I mean, it’s cute, but at the same time, if they’re eternal and frozen as they are, why include it at all?  Yeah...I didn’t care for that one and I’ll be disregarding it in my own stories, lol.

Krampus was cool!  I didn’t expect him to just be that time period’s version of Santa, and I definitely didn’t expect him to be a pretty okay dude!  Not evil in any way, just kinda scary-looking.  Taking toys instead of giving them, maybe as a reflection of the times?  Eh...well, I mean, having every Santa reflect the time period he’s in sort of makes sense.  It’s a more kid-friendly idea than the actual myth of him being a Christmas demon that kidnaps naughty children!

Cal...buddy...that girl will never speak to you again.  I mean, she will because storyline, but IRL that would have been it.  Sorry, kiddo, but your crush thinks you’re nutso. :(  But I really want to see them resolve that happily!  

Having Cal and Sandra inherit magical powers from having been born and raised at the North Pole?  LOVED IT!  I love the idea that high concentrations of magic would have an influence on humans if they’re around it long enough!  I thought getting Butter the horse to fly simply by believing in himself fit in with the whole concept of ‘believing is seeing’ and it’s important to believe and so on...but I also hope that the parents out there will have a conversation with their kids!  

No, little Timmy, you can’t fly just because you believe you can.  Stay off the roof, don’t jump from the top of staircases, your superhero cape is cool but it’s also the blanket Mom and Dad brought you home from the hospital in, and if you jump, it’s back to the hospital you go!

And NOOO, Betty!  It’s both heartbreaking and a mercy that Noel just missed her!  If he was that much of a wreck when Santa merely wished to retire, imagine if he had walked in on that!  I’m really counting on things being set right in the next episode, and the ‘disappeared’ Elves popping back into existence when Christmas spirit is restored (OMG!  You disappeared Crouton!  You bundtcakes!).

Welp, I’m off to grab a supersized coffee and get ready for work, but I want to end this by saying that Gary is starting to grow on me with his gruff old man attitude and his Hershey’s Kiss tinfoil hat! XD