#britpop x reader

[biblical-chronicles]

Reckless

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where Noel gets insecure about you gettin' on well with Liam

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The morning started like any other. Noel sat at the kitchen table, a half-finished brew in front of him, flicking through the usual pile of shite that got delivered with the post. Bills, some takeaway menu he’d never look at, and—great—a stack of tabloids that somehow found their way to his doorstep every bloody week.

He wasn’t in the mood for it, not really. He never was. The headlines were always the same—who’s shagging who, who’s fallen out with who, what should you be thinking about who. He picked up the top magazine, about to chuck it straight in the bin, when a headline caught his eye.

"Reckless Gallagher & Partner-in-Crime Cause Chaos in the Dead of Night!"

His brows knitted together. His first thought? What the fuck’s Liam done now?

Then he clocked the picture below the headline. And there you were right alongside Liam, both mid-sprint, faces alight with laughter as you bolted down the pavement like a pair of kids caught red handed.

Noel frowned, flipping open the magazine with a growing sense of unease.

"Sources claim Liam Gallagher and his brother's missus were seen engaging in late-night antics outside the homes of various high-profile celebrities. Witnesses report seeing the duo throwing small objects at windows and sprinting off in a fit of laughter. The reason for their antics remains unclear, though some speculate alcohol may have been involved. Others claim it was simply good old-fashioned mischief. Either way, it seems Liam has found himself a new partner-in-crime—"

Noel stopped reading.

The picture alone had been enough to put him on edge, but the wording? Liam has found himself a new partner-in-crime? Fuck off.

He set the magazine down, staring at it like it had personally wronged him. His fingers tapped restlessly against the table. His tea had gone cold by now.

He tried to shake it off. It’s nowt. Just some stupid tabloid bollocks.

But his eyes kept flicking back to that picture.

It was the way you were laughing. The way Liam had his arm half-outstretched, like he’d been pulling you along for the thrill of it. The way you looked so… free.

And yeah, he knew you and Liam got along. That was never a problem before. But this? This was different.

He found himself thinking about when was the last time you two did anything like that?

You and Noel had stories, of course. But they were different. Late nights spent arguing over music, private little moments away from the madness, sneaking out of parties when the crowd got too much. It wasn’t bad—it was yours. But it wasn’t this.

You never got up to such reckless fun with him.

Noel exhaled sharply, rubbing his hand over his jaw. He didn’t like where his own thoughts were going, but he couldn’t stop them.

Liam had always been the one people gravitated toward, the one who pulled focus without even trying. Noel didn’t resent him for it (not always, anyway), but it had been that way since the start—Liam taking the spotlight.

And now he was taking you, too?

Noel shoved the magazine aside, suddenly feeling like a right idiot for letting a bloody tabloid get to him. But even as he told himself it was stupid, that nagging feeling in his chest didn’t go away.

Because what if—just what if—you did prefer being around Liam? What if, when you wanted fun, when you wanted excitement, you went to him instead?

Noel leaned back in his chair, arms crossing tightly over his chest, jaw set, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand.

So now, here he was, standing outside your door like a complete bellend, trying to figure out how to prove to you (and himself) that he was just as fun as Liam fuckin’ Gallagher.

Before he could psych himself out, he knocked.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and there you were—soft, warm, and smiling the second you saw him.

“Hey, you,” you greeted, pulling him in by the collar of his jacket before he could even say owt. Your lips met his, soft and slow, and for a second, the whole Liam situation almost left his mind. Almost.

When you pulled back, you gave him a look. “You alright? You look a bit…” You gestured vaguely at him.

Noel stepped inside, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Bit what?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “Just… somethin’.”

He scoffed. “Cheers for that.”

You shut the door behind him, watching as he wandered into the living room. He was acting odd, and you knew him well enough to know he had something on his mind.

You followed him, plopping down onto the sofa and waiting. Noel sat beside you, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line. Clearly, whatever was bothering him, he was struggling to say it.

You tilted your head at him. “Just spit it out, love.”

He shot you a look but didn’t argue.

“Just…” He shifted in his seat. “Why don’t we do that?”

You blinked. “Do what?”

“You an’ Liam,” he said, his tone sharpening ever so slightly. “Gettin’ up to all that mad shite. Why don’t we do stuff like that?”

It took you a second to clock what he meant, but when you did, your heart clenched.

“Oh, love…” you murmured, instantly reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, holding him close. He let you, but his body was still tense, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be reassured or if he just wanted to keep being bitter about it.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “Noel, it’s you that I love,” you told him, slow and certain, making sure he heard every word. “Liam’s a laugh, yeah, but you… you’re everything. And honestly? I never even thought you’d wanna do stuff like that with me.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Why not?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Because you always act like you’re over Liam’s antics. Half the time, you look two seconds away from throttlin’ him for bein’ a dickhead.”

Noel snorted, but he couldn’t exactly argue with that.

“I just figured you’d wanna keep that nonsense far away from your life,” you continued. “Didn’t think you’d fancy runnin’ around the streets chuckin’ rocks at posh gaffs with me.”

Noel stared at you for a beat, then muttered, “I’d do it, y’know.”

You grinned. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded, still trying to act like he didn’t care that much. “If you wanted me to.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Then I’d gladly take you out to break some windows.”

Noel couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head. “You’re fuckin’ ridiculous.”

You grinned. “Yeah, but now you are too.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and whatever jealousy had been gnawing at him before seemed to finally ease.

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short story today as me brain is still scramble from writin' down two yesterday. Might be takin' a break tomorrow and I'll be back on Monday with more stories me loves xx

sorry if it's shite but I'm a bit dead, at least we are winning 4:0 against Newcastle as of right now

also, clearly inspired by Liam chuckin' shite at Jamie Oliver's house to get food

[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.

[valkierrie]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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Warning(s): Swearing, (Damon Smut).

Plot: After a small outburst, Damon reassures Y/N of her place in their relationship.

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Hope that the person who requested this enjoys it. I do apologise for the infrequent uploads. I have so many missing assignments, and my lack of proper time management makes it harder to keep up. Anyways, here the story.

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Being able to say that I was going out with Damon Albarn should have been something that brought me nothing but pure and utter joy, which to a large extent it did. With me, Damon wasn’t just Damon Albarn, lead singer of Blur; He was just Damon, the man who bought me flowers without being asked, stayed up late alongside me when I got sick, and a godsend in the bedroom. 

The ‘issues’ concerning our relationship had very little to do with him, he was basically as close to perfect as one could get.  

The ‘issue’ was that I couldn’t measure up. Financially and in other aspects. My job was as mundane as it could get, an assistant to a shitty boss who gave me more work than I got paid for. I didn’t want to rely on Damon for everything. Sure, he didn’t mind, but that didn’t stop the nagging feeling that I didn’t deserve it. I felt like a gold digger, but without all the looks to go with it.  

Damon had the likeness that resembled that of a Greek God. It wasn’t an exaggeration. With his short and unruly, light brown hair; and his electric yet, calming cobalt blue eyes, as soon as he gave you that irresistible smile, just know you were done for. His fans agreed, specifically his female fanbase. I held nothing against them. I was one of them before Damon and I started dating. They were made up of various women, each from different classes and different levels fame and appearance. I remember reading something the other day on some tabloid magazine about Kate Moss saying that she really liked Parklife. The Kate Moss. I knew it was harmless, but knowing that women like Kate Moss, her along with Noami Campbell, the absolute epitome of beauty, knowing that they were around that range of celebrities Damon could easily get access and get a hold of made me feel uneasy. 

It wasn’t helped by the fact that Damon and I were spending less and less time together. The amount was decreasing exponentially. With Blur on the constant rise, it was expected that Damon’d be spending more time with the lads in the studio. What I hadn’t anticipated was that the only time we’d see each other would be when we kissed before bed.  

It was constant, routine. I felt it lacked the feelings it did in the beginning. It felt more like some odd procedure in a dystopian book. It didn’t feel like we wanted to do it, it felt like we had to. 

Tonight was no different. Damon had come back to the flat after a long day of rehearsals. I had gotten back a while back, my boss had gone on early holiday, allowing to me to finally cut back on the unpaid overtime. I sat on our shared bed, my back on the headboard, an opened book in hand. Damon walked in the bedroom, his hair still wet from the shower he’d just taken; he didn’t bother fetching a shirt before pulling up the duvet and going under it. His face inched close to mine, the repetitive and humdrum step process in progress. I placed a finger over his lips, intercepting any and all attempts for his lips to reach mine.  

Damon’s eyes shot up, startled by the interruption. “What’s wrong?” 

I closed the book, placing it on the nightstand on my side of the bed, before turning fully to face Damon. “Aren’t you tired of this?” 

Damon cocked slightly askew; a brow rose. “Tired of what?” 

I sighed; I shouldn’t have been surprised. I wanted to be annoyed at him for not comprehending straight away, but the cryptic language wasn’t really much help. “This.” I gestured vaguely between the two of us, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every night’s the same. I come home from work, you come back from the studio and all we do is kiss then sleep.” 

Damon sat up straighter. 

“I mean—I don’t even remember the last time we had dinner together, let alone a proper conversation; do you, Damon?” 

Damon turned his head, the words hitting him as he tried his hardest to think a time. There was a brief intermission before a finally spoke, saying on a succinct, “No.” 

“Damon, I’m spent.” I spoke slowly, heaving. “I wanna spend time with you.” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way, I’m sorry, love.” Damon placed both his hands on my cheeks, his soft, yet calloused thumbs, stroked my face gently.  

I felt a bit bad when he apologised, it wasn’t his fault.  

“Tell you what,” Damon’s fingers at the back of my hair gently played with my lower scalp. “I have rehearsals tomorrow—” 

I made a face at that.  

“—but,” he continued. “I think the band can manage one day without me.” 

A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it.  

“How about we go out for dinner tomorrow evening, uh?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Great,” Damon grinned, “now, can I please kiss you?” 

I giggled, pulling Damon close until out lips locked. It felt great. I didn’t feel that sense of nothingness, instead, it felt pleasing, satisfying. 

The next day, work had gone by rather quickly, the excitement and eagerness were simply too much. By the time I got home, it was already a quatre past seven. Damon was sat in the living room, smoking beside the opened window in the living room. He placed a small kiss on my forehead before allowing me to get ready. I changed out of my work attire, opting to take a swift shower. 

When I zipped up the short black dress I chose, the third one I chose for the evening, standing in front of the restroom mirror, I could see my reflection glancing back at me. I felt disgusted, I did. I probed at my sides and curves, pinching my dress from the back, as if that would magically do something to pacify the thoughts racing through my head. The dress already clung to my body, pulling it added to an almost inability to breath. I wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and leave the restroom, but I couldn’t. When my hand reached for the knob, an almost instant feeling, almost like going into shock. My chest felt tight and my heart was racing, and the moisture growing on the palms my hand would be sure not to give me a very good grip. 

My eyes landed on a paper cover of a magazine laying haphazardly on the counter, likely left by Damon. The cover immediately caught my eye, it was a cover of her. Kate Moss. She looked as confident as ever, her attire as striking as her appearance. It didn’t even look like she was trying, she just looked so beautiful. So unlike me.  

I felt repulsed, the way Kate’s beauty stared back at me, like it was taunting me the way the magazine stared back at me. I didn’t look good and I didn’t feel good; I couldn’t leave the fuckin’ bathroom, my chest honestly felt like it was about to explode and I felt like barfing. Like it was at the end of my throat, ready to come out. This felt stupid. Something so simple, yet I couldn’t do it. 

Three knocks outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Y/N, you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.” 

My body jumped slightly, startled. I took a deep breath, wiping the long, thin watery line that I hadn’t realised had fallen from my eyes before opening the door. “I’m fine, Damon.” My voice sounded far from convincing, a bit strained. It would have taken a really big idiot to believe what I had said. I gave him the best smile I could pull. 

Damon took one look at my face, one, a look of suspect on his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.  

“Nothing.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Nothing’s wrong, Damon.” My voice unintentionally raised slightly.  

To me, it was nothing; To Damon, it was a tall tale sign that something was amiss. “Y/N, I know you.” He took one of his hands in mine. “I know when something’s bothering you, and I told you that you can always talk to me when something’s up. Now, what’s wrong?” 

My gaze fell to the floor. “I don’t think I wanna go to dinner anymore.” 

I didn’t need to look up at Damon to know the Englishman's brows were furrowed, a sign of his obvious confusion. “What’d you mean?” 

I sighed, my eyes briefly met his. I gave the mirror a look before turning back to Damon. “I’m not hungry.” 

“There it is again, you’re lying.” 

“Honestly, Damon, does it matter? I don’t want to go.” I tried to make my tone sound indifferent, but it wasn’t working. If I couldn’t convince myself, there was no way in hell Damon believed me. 

“It does matter. You were looking forward to this, and now all the sudden you don’t wanna go? Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” I spoke, in a hushed tone, almost like a whisper. “Look at you, then look at me.” 

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” Damon blinked; cluelessness plastered on his face. 

“Damon, you’re beautiful, the 20th century’s Adonis.” My voice trembled, and my speech faltered. “I can’t be your Aphrodite. I’m not beautiful like—” My eyes fell back to the magazine on the counter. “—like her.” 

Damon’s eyes followed my gaze and he saw the magazine. With a long sigh, he picked it up, examining it before throwing it back on the counter. “That was what was bothering you?” 

My silence and inability to answer his question must have spoken volumes to him.  

Damon turned my body to face the mirror. His hand propping my chin up to make direct eye contact with him in the mirror. “You know what I see when I see this face every day?” He inquired; thought I could tell it was meant to be a rhetorical question.  

“I see the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” He spoke lowly, his voice husky. His was mouth directly beside my ear. “You have never and will never be ‘not beautiful.’” 

His ocean blue eyes stared directly at my eyes through our reflection. “You have no idea, do? How incredible you are.” 

I felt my heat rising to my face, I could see it in the reflection turning red. I stared at his face, trying to catch a semblance of doubt. All I saw was Damon—my Damon. The patient, loving, and sincere man I fell for. 

“Let’s not go anywhere right now, let me show you just how perfect you are—just you and me.” Damon gently pushed me forward, placing my hands on the counter. His hand went on my thigh, slowly rising up, slowly pushing and bunching my dress up. I knew where this was going. 

“Damon, I —” 

“Shhh...” He pressed slow, sensual, wet kisses along my shoulder, pushing my hair aside to get a better angle.  

I hummed in pleasure. When Damon had the dress bunched above my hip, his lips found my ear again. “Let me show you how much I really love you.” 

His hand tugged at the hem of my underwear. “You want me to do that?” 

I bit my lower lip, nodding.  

Damon didn’t need to be told again. His hand went past the waist band and teased the side of my thigh before finding my core. An unintentional moan was released from my mouth when Damon teased my entrance.  

“You like that, uh?” Damon smirked. His hand stroked my folds, releasing more moans from me. When his finger found my clit, it was game over.  

“Damon —oh —” The pleasure was simply too much.  

Then he inserted a finger. I couldn’t think straight. I saw white, it wasn’t the type of white you saw when you were dying, it was the kind you saw when you were being absolutely fucked out of your mind. When his second finger went in, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Especially because he kept hitting that spot. 

“So tight...” Damon, using his other hand, turned my head, giving me a sloppy, wet, kiss. 

I tried my best effort to kiss him with as much strength as I could muster, but the thrusts of Damon’s fingers made it impossible. I felt myself clench around his fingers, my legs shaking sporadically. I was going to collapse. Damon moved his hand from my face and held me up with his free arm, wrapping it around me to keep me in place. With a final few strings of moans, my head tilted back, the feeling I'd been anticipating finally overcoming my body. My sounds filled the bathroom. When my body finally relaxed, I did my best to catch my breath. Damon kissed my cheek, he turned my around, placing both hands on my shoulders. 

“I don’t ever wanna hear you say that you’re anything but beautiful, you hear me?” His voice was stern, serious, with a gentle edge. 

“Yeah,” I laughed softly, “Gosh, I look like a mess, don’t I?” 

Damon grinned mischievously, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re no model...but I reckon I’ll live.” 

I playful shoved his shoulder, a smile playing at my lips. 

Damon pressing a long kiss on my lips. It was full of passion; I felt my feelings being express through the kiss. I knew Damon felt the same way. His hands rested on my waist, while mine tried to pull him closer by the shirt. There was practically no more space between us, but that didn’t stop me from pulling him like there was.��Then I felt it. It felt like a poke, something from Damon’s lower torso was poking at my thigh. I broke the kiss briefly, my eyes trailing low. Damon’s boner was in full view, protruding from his jeans. That was when I was certain we weren’t going to dinner that evening. 

[sirenlulls]

baby i'm yours → g. gallagher

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summary —where gene’s a bit of a cheeky bastard & you post a new podcast episode

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[axkirak]

Back To the 90s ♪ (Noel x You)

Read in Ao3 : here

pairings : Noel Gallagher x reader

warnings : a lot of angst, mention of suicide, self-harm, references to depression

This fic isn’t a precise retelling of history—some details have been adjusted and reimagined for storytelling purposes. It’s purely a work of fiction and shouldn’t be taken as a historical reference.

tags/themes : Isekai, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Rock and Roll, Britpop, 90's, partners in crime, strangers to lovers, slow burn, slice of life, a lot of angst

summary : September 29, 1994—the day Noel Gallagher had enough.

"Fuck this. I’m done." He grabbed a few shirts, a guitar, and $500 before walking out on Oasis mid-tour in the U.S.

People called it the band’s first real breakup. With his feud with Liam, no one was sure he’d come back.

But a week later, he did—like nothing had happened.

Where he went, what he did? No one knows.

Except for Noel Gallagher—and you.

A/N : This fic was originally written in Thai and is part of a three-story series: Back to the 50s (Elvis), Back to the 90s ♪ (Oasis), and Back to the 70s♛ (Queen/David Bowie)—all set in the same universe-(which I like to call the "Time-Traveling Rock & Roll Universe")

I’ve wanted to translate this for a while, and I’m starting with Back to the 90s ♪ since it’s the shortest (lol). If people enjoy it, I’ll bring the other two over as well. If not… well, this might be the only one.

P.S. This is pure fiction with some real-life inspiration, Even the interviews are entirely made up (yep, I wrote them myself). The story was inspired by The song 'Talk Tonight' and I hope you like it!

➡ Chapter | ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN / EIGHT (Soon)

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[Intro] What’s Happening! Oasis in the U.S.A. (1994)

The Wild Ride of Oasis: From Triumph to Tragedy – and Back Again By Little Joe (Originally published in Rolling Stone, page 14)

1994 was the year Oasis exploded onto the scene. Their debut album, Definitely Maybe, wasn’t just a hit—it was a phenomenon, shaking up the music industry and defining the sound of a new generation.

But that same year, the British rock sensation nearly imploded. The reason? The now-legendary tensions between the Gallagher brothers, Noel and Liam, reached a boiling point on September 29, 1994, in an incident that almost turned Oasis into nothing more than a fleeting memory.

The stage was Whisky a Go Go in Los Angeles, a venue that should have hosted yet another triumphant gig. Instead, it became the backdrop for one of the most infamous nights in the band's history. Most of the band was too wasted to function, the performance spiraled into chaos, and then, in the middle of it all, Liam Gallagher smashed a tambourine over Noel’s head onstage. Words were exchanged—not the brotherly kind—and that was it. Noel stormed off the stage and vanished into the night.

Fans were left with one burning question: Was this the end of Oasis?

“So what, we don’t have a songwriter anymore? Well, we’re screwed then, aren’t we?” Bonehead, the band’s rhythm guitarist, summed up what was on everyone’s mind.

Because make no mistake: Noel Gallagher was the backbone of Oasis. His songwriting wasn’t just good—it was the lifeblood of the band, resonating with working-class Britain in a way few had before. Without him, Oasis wasn’t Oasis.

Days turned into a week, a week into something that felt like forever. And then, out of nowhere, Noel returned. No explanations, no apologies—just a batch of new songs that would go on to define the band’s legacy. Among them? Wonderwall, Don’t Look Back in Anger, Half The World Away, Underneath the sky and Talk Tonight.

That last one, Talk Tonight, holds a particularly special place in Noel’s story.

Legend has it the song was written for a mysterious woman—the one he spent time with during his disappearance. She wasn’t just a passing encounter; she was the reason he didn’t quit Oasis altogether. More than that, she was the reason he found his way back to music.

Even Mark Coyle, the band’s longtime producer, referred to her as a “spiritual animal,” the person who saved Noel Gallagher and, by extension, saved Oasis.

But who was she? To this day, no one knows. Not even Noel.

“If I close my eyes now, I can’t even picture her face” he once said. “I can’t even remember her name.”

Much like Oasis itself, the story of this woman has taken on a mythic quality, an unsolved mystery woven into the fabric of Britpop history. And just like the band she unknowingly rescued, her story lives on in the hearts of fans worldwide.

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[hysterikan]

Good morning (Damon Albarn x Reader)

I've had this in my drafts for AGES and I finally decided to clean it up (and against my better knowledge post it lol) I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors as english isn't my first language and it hasn't been beta-read by anyone. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy and if you did it would make my day if you leave a comment or reblog it! I also uploaded it to my AO3 here

Summary: Reader has a wet dream about Alex and somehow her boyfriend Damon finds out, but doesn't seem to be as upset as she thought he would be. As a matter in fact he might even like it

Wordcount: 3,277

Warnings: SMUT

She felt his teeth drag along her collarbone, making her shudder and then suddenly the sharp pain of his bite, making each nerve ending in her body crackle like a little firework. 

Letting out a sound halfway between a squeal and giggle, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it harshly. 

 He groaned and looked up from her chest, his brown eyes glazed over. He had covered her breasts in dark purple hickies and red teeth marks, nipping and biting every centimeter of skin.

“Alex.” She whispered softly, slowly grinding on him where she sat in his lap. Both of them gasped at the movement, his cock twitched inside of her and he gripped her hips hard.

He reached up to take her jaw in his hand, thumb dragging over her lip as her eyes fluttered shut and mouth fell open. 

She could feel how his thighs tensed up under her and she knew with a little more teasing he would let her have her way. 

“Alex,” She moaned again, opening her eyes as his name fell from her swollen lips and looking directly into his. His mouth twitched before he kissed her, harsh and nibbling with sharp teeth.

Carefully he leaned her back, getting on top of her while still kissing her. There was both gentleness and a feverish need in his movements. 

They both shuddered, and she moaned when she felt his chest pressing against hers and how his hair brushed over her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, never wanting to let go when she felt him sink deeper inside her. 

With slow thrusts and featherlight kisses he teased her, coaxing out whiny moans from her. Alex chuckled breathlessly when she mewled, clawing at his back and she reached down to his ass, trying to push him further into her. 

He got the hint, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered. His voice low and gravely in her ear, making her skin prickle and her walls throb around him.

“I want you-, I want you to fuck me.” She answered in breathy moans, catching his lips in a slow sloppy kiss. 

He obliged, slowly picking up speed in his thrusts. 

Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it relentlessly, knowing it would drive him mad. 

And it did. 

He pinned down her hands, making her let out anexhilarated giggle and he couldn’t hold back his own smile. 

Her smile soon faded into a little o-shape as he started thrusting his hips harder and harder, drawing a loud gasp out of her with each thrust.

She felt dizzy from the pleasure, she didn’t know where he started and she ended, all she knew was him in her and his voice as he moaned her name, his sweat covered body that pressed against hers and the safe pressure of his hands on her wrists.

“Alex, ‘m gonna- ” She cried out, clenching her thighs and writhing, her entire body aching to cum.

 To cum for him. To cum on him.

“Bloody hell.” he whined, feeling her clench around him and hearing her needy cries brought him closer to his own release. 

The orgasm washed over her without a warning and for a split second her mind went blank, the only thing that existed were her and Alex. 

With soblike moans she clawed at his back, her legs quivering around his waist as she came. Her back arched up, meeting Alex's hips as he came closer and closer to his own release, and he bit back a loud groan when she clenched hard around him. 

Alex's breath was ragged as he saw her, still shuddering and moaning. With a last hard thrust that made her whimper, still high on her orgasm, his brow furrowed and his body rippled as he came, whimpering her name.

It took her a second to realize where she was, with Alexs' loud moans still ringing in her mind. She was in her bedroom, with Damon next to her in their bed. 

The sunlight that filtered in through the blinds made little golden lines over his naked back that rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, almost hearing her heartbeat in her ears. Slowly she reached a hand down, and gasped. Her underwear was soaked through, the wetness even staining the inside of her thighs.

Drawing another shuddering breath she realized she must’ve had an orgasm in her sleep. 

With burning cheeks she came to another conclusion, that in the dream she had been cumming on her boyfriend's best mate's cock. 

She pulled her hand up and feeling a wave of shame wash over her, she closed her eyes. 

It had felt so real, and she could still hear Alex's moans and teasing whispers as he thrusted into her. His lips, searing kisses on her skin, his hands-

A sudden movement next to her made her open her eyes to see Damon sleepily pull the covers closer around him. 

His hair was messy, with his mouth and cheeks flushed from sleep and it made her heart tremble. 

She reached out a hand, softly stroking it over his cheek, making him stirr and eyes flutter open. 

“Good morning” She whispered and smiled softly when he groaned low, closing his eyes to shield them from the light that sneaked past the blinds.

Damon hummed, eyes still closed as he reached out for her and she chuckled as she crawled into his embrace, nuzzling her face against his neck. 

“Did you sleep well?” He murmured as he stroked her hair. His voice was low and hoarse from sleep, making her heart jump. It was ridiculously sexy. 

“Yeah” She mumbled into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of him. His scent with a little left of yesterday's eau de cologne sent a warm current through her body, down between her thighs. 

 Damon drew circles with his fingertips over her back, nuzzling his nose against her hairline and inhaled. 

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” He murmured and her eyes snapped open.

“Oh?” Was all she could muster, voice faint.

“You said Alex’s name.” 

It felt as if her heart stopped and she felt her lungs tightening up with shame.

 She looked up at him, and could see a slight smirk on his face. 

“What?” 

“You said Alex.” He repeated, stroking her cheek, his fingertips following her jaw down to her lips.

“Did I?” She felt her cheeks flush and Damon raised an eyebrow, still smiling. 

“Yeah,” His thumb rubbed her lower lip as he licked his own, making her stomach summersault.

“Did you dream of him?”

She swallowed, looked away and felt the blush on her cheeks betray her. 

“I don't really know. I don’t remember much.” She looked at Damon again as he kept stroking her cheek. He leaned down, their lips brushing against each others as he whispered;

“You know, I heard you moan, love. You moaned his name.” 

Her breath hitched in shock but Damon caught her little gasp in a kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and before she knew it she gripped his bicep, biting and nibbling on his lower lip. 

 She could feel his hard on pressing against her stomach and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost forcing hers to beat in the same rhythm. The warm tingling feeling from her dream washed over her again, and she could feel her entire ache and long for his touch. 

Damon pulled away too soon, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself. He stroked back a stray strand of hair from her face as he cleared his throat, smiling:

“Now my love, tell me about your dream.” 

She bit her lip, a stern tone in his voice that she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter and press her thighs together.

“Well, we were kissing.” She whispered, remembering Alex’s panting breath as he kissed her. 

Damon licked his lips as he leaned in, ghosting his lips above hers.

 “Yeah?” His breath tickled over her cheek and it sent shivers down her spine.

 “And he kissed my neck.” She moaned. 

 “How did it feel?” 

 “It felt good.” 

His breath hitched, and she could feel how his cock throbbed against her, making her gasp.

 “And then what?” 

 “He...” She blushed furiously, biting her lip and he couldn't tell if she was just playing innocent or if she was actually a bit embarrassed to say the words out loud. 

 Damon's breath hitched again, his pupils dilated and his heart pounding. He couldn’t understand why, but her dream turned him on so much. It sent a sting of jealousy through him, yes, but it was outweighed by the forbidden and intoxicicating thought of one of his best mates shagging his girlfriend. 

 “You shagged him?” He whispered barely audible, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. The hot breath made her skin prickle and she felt her nipples harden under the shirt she wore to bed.

 “Yes.” She whined, closing her eyes as he pulled up said shirt, and softly stroked his hand down her stomach.

 “Did you like it?” His voice was low, and she could only moan yes as his fingers passed the lining of her underwear. His teasing, the embarrassment and excitement of him knowing about the dream, the dream itself, it was all making her clit throb.

 “You liked having Alex inside you, didn’t you? You liked fucking him, didn’t you, love?” 

As he almost hissed out that last question his hand dipped down between her folds. 

He gasped when he felt that she was soaked and she bit back a yelp, the light pressure of his hand enough to send crackling electric currents throughout her body.

 “Damon.” She whined, feeling his arms wrap around her and the way he pressed her against him made her shudder. He leaned in to kiss her, his kisses almost bruising and sloppier than before, little moans and pants escaping as she tugged at her shirt. 

He pulled down her undies, throwing them across the room which earned a giggle from her as they landed on the table lamp on the desk.

 “Get these off!” She groaned and tugged on his boxers, her mouth watering when she saw his cock twitch through the fabric. God he was so hard. 

“As you wish,” He smirked and pulled them down. A low smacking sound as his heavy hard on hit his abdomen made her bite her lip in anticipation. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him where he laid, naked and on display for her. 

 “Stop staring.” He groaned, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, and she giggled, crawling up to him and he immediately pulled her close to him, his lips crashing onto hers.

She moaned into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth as she felt his hand stroke down her naked body, pushing her onto his back.

“Did he make you this wet?” he murmured against her lips, as his fingers trailed down between her legs to lightly brush over her throbbing clit. 

��Between little breathy moans she managed to get out;

 “No, it’s you.” 

He lightly pressed his finger against her clit again, making her quiver. The ache was unbearable. 

 “I need you in me.” She begged and looked up at him with hazy eyes.

 He looked at her, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and if he hadn’t been so eager to be inside her, fucking her senseless until she forgot about that dream, and about Alex of all bloody people, he would’ve loved to see those lips around his cock. 

Slowly he pushed a finger into her, making her suck in a sharp breath he teased;

 “Like this?”

 She couldn’t form an answer, her mind went completely blank and without noticing she whimpered his name. He watched her flutter shut and then close completely when he pushed in another finger, wanting to hear her make that deliciously needy moan again.

Slowly pumped them in and out, looking at her as he did and felt his cock twitch as he saw her bite her lip in an attempt to suppress a loud moan.

His mouth brushed against the shell of her ear and sent tickling shivers through her. Just as she let out a shaky moan he pulled out his fingers, making her whine at the loss of contact and she was just about to loudly complain when he pressed them to her clit instead, rubbing firm but slow circles. 

 “Oh God” she clutched her hand behind his neck, feeling his hot breath on her face as he laughed softly. He nibbled on her lip and chin as he continued to rub harder and faster. 

The room was filled with sounds of his kisses, her wetness, their heavy breathing and her loud sob like moans. 

She rocked her hips against his fingers, her moans getting louder and needier and god she was so close that she clawed his neck, she could feel herself tense up, cunt aching for the release. A mental image of Alex on top of her, deep in her as he groaned flashed by, but then her eyes fluttered open as Damon moaned when she squelched over his fingers. 

She was millimeters from the edge when he suddenly stopped. With cheeks flushed and breath stuck in her throat she almost screamed:

 “Wh-, what the fuck Damon, why did you stop?”

God she was so beautiful like this. Animalistic almost and completely unhinged.

 “Do you want me to continue?”

 “Yes!”  

He tapped his finger against her clit again and smiled when she threw her head back and moaned.

 “Ask for it.” He whispered and that alone was almost enough to make her cum.

 “Please Damon, please, let me cum.”

Almost instantly he resumed rubbing her clit, making her back arch and she cried out his name over and over, so close that she forgot every other word. All she could think of was him, him, him.

 “Damon!”

Her cries and moans made his breath hitch as he saw how she came undone for him and he groaned between clenched teeth;

 “Cum for me.” And she did.

With a moan that was almost a scream she fell apart and became a blabbering, whimpering mess in his hands. She sobbed his name, head spinning and heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear him whispering her name 

He stroked slowly but firmly over her clit until she pushed his hand away, her voice quivering as she let out a broken whisper;

“I can’t-, I can’t do another.” Making him chuckle and through her foggy brain she could muster a weak smile.

Damon looked at her where she lay with her tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead, a slight sheen of sweat covering her chest and her cheeks blossoming with a deep crimson blush.

“Was that good?”

She chuckled, still not sure how to get back to breathing normally and smiled;

“Do you really have to ask?”

Leaning in until their lips brushed and his breath tickled he teased;

“I just wanted to hear you say it.” before licking her lips and kissing her. 

She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and suddenly the flame she thought had been doused started flickering. Acting on instinct she bit his lower lip, hard, making him gasp and she wondered if maybe she had been too harsh when he pulled away, his eyes huge but then a smirk formed on his perfect lips.

Rising on shaky elbows she laughed as she said;

“Don’t you wanna finish?” tilting her head to her side.

“Looks like you might need it.” She nodded towards his cock, dripping precum, red and swollen. The warm pooling in her stomach threatened to scorch her when he raised a brow, stroking himself and inching closer to her.

“You think so?” 

Biting her lip she nodded, opening her trembling legs and looking him up and down. He pulled her down to him, making her gasp as she fell on her back and then giggled at his sudden roughness. He looked at her, his pupils blown out and his chest falling and rising as he gripped her thigh hard.

Slapping the head of his cock against her clit he hissed and she bit back a whimper, feeling herself tremble in his grasp. She was a bit sore from her earlier orgasm but it didn’t matter as he slowly pushed into her, both of them gasping.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, feeling her clench around him and she shuddered at the slight over stimulation.

“You okay?” He panted and stroked her hips, pulling her down onto him slowly.

“Uh-huh.” She hummed before adding; “Please.”

Her quivering voice, dripping with lust and pleading eyes made him snap. There was nothing he wanted as much as making her scream his name again, begging and moaning, only this time she would be dripping all over him.

He moaned, wrapping his arm under her hips and hoisting her up so that he could thrust into her at whatever pace he pleased.

“Please.” She whispered again, her hands on his back, clawing.

Damon's hips snapped up, the pace he set was hard and unforgiving and with each thrust she whimpered loudly. 

He couldn’t think of anything else but how her body moved with his, the sweat covering them both, her whining and moaning and how much he loved her.

“Oh fuckin’ hell, you feel so good, fuck” He moaned, leaning in to kiss her. It was a sloppy kiss, their lips barely touching as he sped up his thrusts. 

She reached up, carding her fingers through his flaxen of hair and tugging on it slightly, making him moan and bend his neck back. Knowing he couldn’t hold it for long he closed his eyes and focused on her gasping breaths, the smell of sex, the wet slapping noises and the burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Cum in me” She moaned, her breath hitching when Damon leaned his forehead against her shoulder, his breath tickling over her neck and she raked her nails down his back. 

His breaths got shorter and shorter, his thighs tensing up, the warm coil in his abdomen burning, and when she locked her legs on his lower back, pushing him deeper in, he came. His mind went blank as he thrust into her, making the orgasm last as long as possible and she kissed his ear, nibbling at it and whispering: 

“I love you” over and over. 

With a moan and a string of profanities he relaxed, shuddering and with heavy breaths.

She stroked his back, trying to slow down her racing heart and erratic breathing. She didn’t know how long he laid there, nuzzling his face to her neck as his breathing slowly became normal again, but she enjoyed every second of it.

Carefully he pushed himself up on his elbows, smiling slightly and running a hand through her messy hair.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She said and smiled up at him, stroking his arm softly.

“Good morning indeed. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Yes please.” 

He leaned in to kiss her, muttering, “I love you” which made her heart jump. Before pulling away completely he added with a cheeky grin:

“So for the next round I’ll call in Alex?”

“Damon!”

[stxrshxpxd]

🌆 fic friday;

“you were in my dream”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

The weekend had slipped away from us and we were clawing onto the last few hours of Sunday, Damon on his side and me on my stomach on his carpeted floor. I couldn’t believe it was only a few months ago that we first met, through our mutual friend Graham. Some time ago he had slipped out of the equation though, and now I spent entire weekends at Damon’s place without batting an eye. It was like I was caught up in a constant buzz that wouldn’t wear off.

“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing my finger at the tattoo on his forearm. It resembled a leaf of clover.

“I don’t know. Nothing really.”

“Aren’t things more meaningful if they… mean something?” I laughed and Damon chuckled along, nodding.

“Generally, yeah.”

“You know what I mean!” I laughed tiredly and flipped onto my back, laying my cheek against the rough carpet to keep my gaze on him. “Aren’t things nicer or.. less perishable, when they mean something?”

Damon waited for a beat, thinking. He always took his time when pondering something and felt no stress or embarrassment about putting the conversation on hold. I envied that.

“What does this mean?” he asked poignantly a moment later. His hand waved softly in the air between us where we layed in the warm evening sun on his floor. My body stiffened and heart rate picked up. A million words flooded my mind and I peered through them to blink back at him. At last I laughed weakly and looked away, up at the ceiling.

”That’s a good question.”

We stayed quiet for a few moments as I anxiously counted the squares in the ceiling.

“You were in my dream last night,” he revealed and my eyes darted back at him. He had long, soft shadows on his face from the sinking sun.

“What were we doing?”

A smile came upon Damon’s lips but he bit down on it and his cheeks gained some colour.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.”

“Shut up,” I laughed nervously and our voices faded. My gaze trailed away again and we laid under the heavy silence for a moment, him replaying his dream and me trying to picture it. Many visuals were crowding my mind.

“We were lying down like now.”

I smiled with two hot cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue describing what we both were thinking.

“But you were…”

I looked back at him again as he propped his head up to lay it in his palm, blinking down at me.

“I was?”

“…A lot closer.”

My muscles were still tense but I managed to scoot an arm’s length closer to him, placing my pounding heart just inches from his.

“Like this?” I mumbled. Our smiles had faded and the sun had nearly set now, casting its last orange rays across our bodies. Damon shook his head softly.

“Not quite.”

Moving purely out of instinct, I pushed myself off the floor and carefully swung a leg across his hips, pinning him to the floor on his back. Damon flashed a slanted smile again and trailed his eyes down my body slowly. When they came back up to meet mine again, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took a risk and bent down, hurriedly pressing my lips against his before I might’ve lost the courage. He was quick to respond and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist instantly.

“Now, this feels more like the dream,” Damon mumbled into our kiss with a deep smirk.

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table |Almost-Finale

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

Previous part | Masterlist

(2024)

“To be fair my first reaction, when I heard that you agreed to come on here was “there is no way”. Because I personally think it’s a very bold move to have you as the new Oasis’ spokesperson- you know, considering how little you used to talk during interviews.”, Seth Meyers explains, which makes both Y/N and the audience chuckle.

“Yeah, can’t blame ya’.”, the woman in front of him says:” But well, the spotlight has always been on my brothers and their relationship… especially because of their falling out. Which, by the way, was very real. Just wanted to put that out there. Because I have seen those interviews where people assume that behind the scenes everything was sorta alright.” “It wasn’t?”

Y/N shakes her head:” Not at all. They both truly didn’t speak to one another for over a decade. Not a single word. They understand very well, that the second they’re getting interviewed it’s going to the brought up: those nasty comments, the fights… they finally just started to get along again, why risk any of that. It’s so fragile.”

Seth scans her features for a moment before leaning back in his chair:” I guess you’re right. But, you know… you’re fascinating on your own. So I am more than happy to have just you on this show. How come you never spoke during interviews-?” He raises his hand and begins counting his fingers:” Or concerts, award shows, red carpets…”

“One thing about my brothers, in case you haven’t noticed yet-.”, she shortly faces the audience before once again looking at Seth:” They love to talk. A lot. I didn’t. So I figured, that I might as well just don’t. And to be fair, neither one of them cared much about it, did they?”

“The whole thing turned you into quite the enigma.”

“Loved it.”, Y/N exclaims while taking a sip of her water: “And in the beginning I sorta just wanted to see how people would react to this whole “me being silent”- act. But they were obsessed with it.”

“You never spoke and threw some of the best Hollywood parties of the ’90s and 2000s.” The statement makes Y/N merely roll her eyes:” Please. Those celebrities just came around because there was always cocaine at my place.” At that audience members gasp which only makes her laugh in return:” Whoops, I’m sorry. God. I thought that was general knowledge.”

Y/N faces Seth again:” My two brothers did it. I did it; plus everyone’s favorite celebrity did it.” She takes a sip of her water while Seth clears his throat, which makes a few people laugh:” Speaking of your beloved brothers- one in particular. Liam. He really loves being on the internet, doesn’t he?”

”He’s a man of the people.”

Seth once again giggles before reaching under his wooden table:“ And a couple of days ago, he posted something on X that kind of made everyone go crazy. But then he suddenly deleted it again. Only to tweet this a few moments later...“ He flips one of the cards around showing a tweet that goes “Brothers n sisters y/n made me delete me tweet cmon i am a grown man with me own thoughts and im getting supervised like a little boy HER ATTITUDE STINKS”.

The audience laughs while the woman only shrugs: “To be fair I do have his notifications on in case things like that happen.”

“Well.”, Seth says in between giggles and flips a second card around:” This is the tweet he deleted: “Liam’s karma is that Gene looks like a young Damon Albarn”.” Underneath that tweet are two pictures attached: one showing Liam’s son Gene next to a young Damon Albarn. Y/N looks at them both and laughs:” Jesus.”

“And Liam’s reply was…”, he flips yet another card around:” “No me karma is that he’s now sitting with us at the dinner table”. Y/N reaches for her drink while a small smile makes its way on her face.

“Is Liam talking about his own son or is he talking about Damon from Blur?” “Well, guess.”, she answers, now fully grinning at the host. A couple of audience members audibly gasp at her response, to which she simply laughs.

Seth leans forward:” Are you telling me right now that you are dating Damon Albarn?” The woman in front of him stares at him for a few moments before nodding her head. You could hear a needle drop. “Jesus.”, Y/N mutters:” It’s not like we haven’t dated before.”

“I beg your pardon?”, Seth’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. “Yeah, back in the ‘90s.” “During the time your band had this huge feud with Blur?”

“I do admit the timing was unbelievably shite.”

Seth leans back in his chair again and crosses his arms in front of his chest:” I cannot believe this. Truly.” She laughs at his reaction:” Well, it’s true. I don’t know what else to tell you.“

“And your brothers didn’t know about it?”, Seth asks tilting his head slightly:” They had no clue at all? I find that hard to believe.” A soft sigh leaves his guests lips:” I think maybe they had their suspicions, I’m their sister after all. But there just wasn’t enough evidence. I remember that one night-.”

(1996)

“I know for a fact you’re seeing someone.”, Liam unexpectedly says, making Y/N flinch. “What the fuck, Liam.”, she hisses, while looking down at her once white shirt, that’s now covered in red wine stains:” That was fucking expensive.”

Her brother merely rolls his eyes. Noel who’s sitting with his back turned to his two siblings puts his cigarette out. “Who is it?”, Liam asks. “What are you even on about? God, you’re so annoying!”, Y/N stands up and makes her way towards the small bathroom of their tour bus. “I know you’re seeing someone. It’s written all over ya stupid face, I-.”

“Hey!”, Noel cuts him off and turns around, he raises his finger:” Don’t talk to her like that. Be nice, for fucks sake.” Y/N who’s trying her absolute best to remove the big stains softly smiles to herself. “Whatever. I know you’re seeing someone, and I’ll find out who it is.”

“What if it’s Albarn?”, Bonehead asks, while mindlessly flipping through a Playboy magazine. Y/N swallows thickly. “Now don’t be ridiculous. Our sister has too much backbone for that, right?”, Noel says, sounding more than offended.

“Yeah.”, Y/N exclaims while keeping her head low:” Oh absolutely. You’ve never seen anyone with that much backbone…”

(2024)

“They would’ve thrown you out of the band.”

Y/N makes a face:” Liam might still throw me out.” It’s followed by laughter:”He truly isn’t happy about it. But I’m his baby sister, so he’ll be alright. He has never been able to stay mad at me for long.”

“Y/N from Oasis is dating Damon from Blue.”, Seth mutters and shakes his head before turning to the audience:” If you haven’t been around in the ‘90’s you won’t understand how big of a deal that is.” He turns to face Y/N again:” How serious is it?”

“Oh very.”, she replies:” I’ve met his daughter, a week after we started seeing one another again. She’s lovely. I re-introduced him to my brothers a week after that. We-.“

“How did they react?”

“Guess.”

[emoxxgirl]

Here’s some of these :))

[biblical-chronicles]

Plastered

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where Liam needs some help to find the courage on Valentine's Day.

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Liam sat slumped on his couch, flicking through channels on the TV without really watching anything. His mind kept circling back to you, the thought of confessing, the pressure building with every tick of the clock. It wasn’t like he’d never felt this way before—he’d been through the motions with women before—but this... this felt different. And fuck, he wasn’t ready for that. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if I make a tit of meself?

He sighed heavily and glanced at the clock again. It was mid-afternoon, and you’d mentioned you were staying in tonight. That was his window. He had a plan, he just had to make sure it went well. Nothing too grand—just a simple, honest conversation. Yeah, right. Simple.

Just as he was stewing in his thoughts, the door buzzer rang.

Liam groaned, his fingers drumming on the arm of the couch. “What now?” he muttered to himself, dragging his feet over to the door.

When he opened it, Noel breezed in, cigarette already hanging from his lips. “Alright, dickhead,” Noel greeted with his usual smirk, not waiting for an invitation. “Got them papers for you. You know, the ones you’ve probably forgotten about 'cause you’ve been too busy pacing around this dump of a flat like a fucking madman.”

Liam rolled his eyes, stepping aside. “I’m not pacing around, I’m thinkin’.”

“Wrong, you're not capable of that.” Noel threw himself onto the couch, throwing the documents onto the little coffee table.

“I’ll get to 'em later. I’ve got stuff to deal with today.”

Noel raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Liam. “Stuff? Like what? You finally gonna man up and tell her you fancy her, or what?”

Liam shot him a glare, but Noel was already grinning like he knew something Liam didn’t. "Nah," Liam muttered, scratching his head. "Not like that. Just... yeah. You know. Think I’m gonna swing by hers later, innit."

“Swing by?” Noel chuckled, eyes narrowing. “So you’re just gonna turn up at her gaff, all confident, all ‘Hey, I fancy ya’, and expect it to go smoothly, yeah?”

Liam frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”

Noel laughed harder now. “Oh, you poor bastard. You’ve never been able to ask the bird out to lunch without getting all twitchy, let alone doin’ some grand confession on bloody Valentine’s Day.”

Liam bit his lip, already feeling the nerves creeping in. “I can do it, alright?”

Noel grinned, clearly loving how worked up Liam was getting. “You’re sure she’s even stayin’ in? She could be off out, mate. You’ve not even checked, have ya?”

Liam stared at him blankly. “I don’t—” he stammered, caught off guard. He hadn’t thought about that. “I mean… She said she was stayin’ in. Why would she suddenly change her plans?”

Noel’s smirk only grew wider. “Oh, who knows? Maybe someone actually asked her out. You ever think of that, Liam? She's not reserved for ya so plesse stop just stewin’ in here like a prat.”

Liam let out a grunt, clearly starting to get a bit frustrated. “I don’t need you to make me feel worse, alright?”

Noel laughed again, shaking his head as he stood up to leave. “Nah, mate. I’m just tellin’ ya how it is. But listen,” he added, turning back toward the door, “You really have to do this, she won't wait around forever for your nervous arse.”

Liam glared at him, his jaw clenching. “I’m not nervous.”

“Yeah, right,” Noel shot back, the playful glint still in his eyes. “You look like you'd benefit from a shot"

Liam blinked, his brain slowly processing what Noel had just said.

Noel grinned, mischief still dancing in his eyes. “Anyway, you better sort yourself out, yeah? You’ve got a date to ruin.” With that, he strolled out of the flat.

Liam stood there, processing it all for a second before returning to looking at the telly again, procrastinating any further planning.

Yet, as the evening crept closer, Liam’s nerves ramped up like mad. He had been fine, totally fine, but now, with the sun dipping below the horizon, the weight of what he was about to do hit him like a fucking train. His knee bounced restlessly as he sat on the couch, staring at the clock.

6:12 PM.

Shit. Less than an hour until he was meant to head over.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. His palms were clammy, his heart was hammering. He needed to get his shit together. What had Noel said? Right—have a shot. Just a little something to take the edge off. Sounded like solid advice.

So he did.

And then, because his stomach was still flipping and his brain was still screaming, he had another.

And then another.

And then… well, after the fourth one, things were starting to feel much easier.

By the time he glanced back at the clock, it was 6:54 PM.

His stomach dropped. “Oh, fuck.”

Scrambling to his feet, he nearly tripped over the coffee table as he grabbed his coat. He had no gift, no grand gesture, nothing. He had spent so much time spiraling over how to tell you that he’d forgotten to actually prepare anything. In a last-minute stroke of genius, he dashed outside, spotting a small patch of flowers behind someone's fence but close enough to reach.

“Ah, perfect.” he mumbled to himself, crouching down. They weren’t exactly the finest bouquet in the world, but they’d do. He yanked a few out of the ground, dirt and all, and—after wiping his hands sort of clean on his jeans—set off towards your place, swaying slightly as he walked.

When you opened the door, the sight that greeted you was nothing short of chaotic.

Liam stood there, swaying slightly, looking like he’d just been through something. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, his pupils were blown wide, and he smelled of booze. In his grip—barely—was a small, pathetic bundle of flowers, some of them missing petals, others still clinging to their roots.

You just stared at him for a second. “Liam?”

He opened his mouth, as if he had some grand declaration prepared, something sweeping and romantic, but all that came out was a strangled, “Oh, fuck, love, I’m so sorry.”

Your brows lifted. “For what?”

“For—” He gestured wildly at himself, the flowers, the whole tragic state of affairs he’d brought to your doorstep. “This! This whole—this whole fucking disaster! This is not how this was supposed to go, at all.”

Your lips twitched, but you managed to keep a straight face. “And how was it supposed to go?”

Liam let out a long, weary sigh, like he was personally disappointed in himself. ��Well, not like this, obviously.” He rubbed a hand down his face before leveling you with a surprisingly serious look. “I had a plan, y’know.”

You just barely bit back a smile. “Did you now?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, swaying slightly with the movement. “I was gonna knock on your door all cool, say summat dead smooth, summat that’d make ya weak in the knees—‘cause let’s be real, I make ya weak in the knees, yeah?”

You let out a snort, and he pointed at you like he’d caught you in some kind of admission.

“Exactly,” he said. “But then—” He suddenly looked deeply betrayed. “Then Noel—”

He flung his arms out dramatically, like the mere mention of his brother’s name was enough to conjure bad luck. “He’s sittin’ in me flat, takin’ the piss, right? And I’m tellin’ him about tonight, proper serious, and he’s just laughin’ at me! Like I’m some kind of—I dunno—some kinda mug! And then he’s like, ‘Oh, just have a shot, mate,’ and I thought—yeah, alright, good shout.”

Your amusement only grew as he barreled forward with his confession.

“But then I kept havin’ ‘em,” Liam went on, his voice increasing in volume like he’d just realized the depth of his own mistake. “And then suddenly it’s, like, ten to seven, and I’m leggin’ it down the road, tryna find ya some flowers, and now—now—I’m here, stood in front of ya, absolutely fuckin’ wrecked, makin’ a right fool of meself.”

You couldn’t help it anymore—you laughed. Loudly.

Liam immediately froze, his face falling like you’d just punched him in the gut.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, looking properly crushed. His eyes darted everywhere but you, like he was already planning his escape.

Before he could spiral any further, you reached out, grabbing the front of his coat and tugging him closer.

“Oh, Liam,” you murmured, still grinning. “C’mere.”

His eyes flickered to yours, completely dazed, and then, just as quickly, he stumbled forward, colliding into you. His nose brushed against yours as you pressed your lips to his, and for a second, he didn’t react—almost like his brain couldn’t process what was happening. But then, all at once, his hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you closer, like he had to make sure this was real. He kissed you back with everything he had, and somewhere in the midst of it, the sad little bouquet in his hands slipped from his fingers, landing on the doorstep with a soft thud.

When you finally pulled away, he blinked at you, still swaying slightly.

“… Does that mean you’ll be me Valentine?” he asked, his voice soft, full of hesitant hope.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, smiling. “Of course, Liam.”

His face lit up, but then his brows furrowed, like something important had just dawned on him. “Wait—not just today, yeah? I mean it. I wanna be with ya—properly. Not just for Valentine’s, not just for now. Like… forever, or summat.”

You let out a snort. “Yeah, Liam, I’m not stupid. I know.”

That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto yours again, more urgent this time, like he was making up for all the time he’d wasted. His hands roamed—your waist, your back, anywhere he could get a grip—until finally, he pulled away with a sharp inhale.

You pressed your forehead against his, smiling as he blinked at you, still swaying slightly. His breath warm against your lips, and he looked just so pleased with himself.

You huffed a small laugh, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah? Get you some water before you fall over.”

Liam’s brows furrowed like he was debating whether he should be offended or grateful. Eventually, he settled on grinning, throwing an arm around you as you guided him inside. “Yeah, alright, but only ‘cause ya asked so nicely.”

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happy valentines day to all you lot, hope you liked it !!

noel valentine's story here x

[leaawrites]

Matching

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Liam doesn't want to match, but he also can't say no to her.

Warnings: fluff, sprinkles of angst, teasing

Wordcount: 0.8k

Masterlist

He would’ve said no to anyone else immediately who proposed the idea. It would’ve never crossed his mind that people do this stuff for more than a laugh and Halloween, but when he looked at the matching outfits laid out by girlfriend for them, al neat and organized, he couldn’t believe his mind.

Her serious eyes and sweet smile waiting for an answer from him.

“I’m not doing it,” he immediately concluded, swagging over to the closet and searching for something to wear on his own.

“What? Why not?” Looking back at her as he heard the shocking tone in her voice, he noticed that her smile had also vanished, arms now crossed over her chest. Hunched back in disappointment.

She was serious, he noted, how could she be serious about something like this?

“I’m not doing this. No chance,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re meeting with the band, remember?”

“And? What about it?” Her flew over the clothes once more, not noticing the problem he had all of a sudden.

Ten minutes ago he was still laying in bed beside her, peppering her face with kisses and smiling while saying things he would never admit to the public of even thinking. For her, he was soft. But not that soft.

“If they see me like this, do you know what they’ll put me through? No chance.” He shook his head, flicking his hand.

She let out a quiet, “Oh, okay.” before turning away from him without looking at him and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her louder than normally.

“Fucking hell,” Liam cursed under his breath, dragging his hands down his face. He couldn’t do it, not when he knew how the other’s would react to it. His eyes flying back over the clothes left untouched. “I can’t believe you, woman.”

Fifteen minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened once more, her eyes flying over to where Liam previously stood. His body now gone from the bedroom, the telly playing some show in the living room.

Walking over the bed, she found only one outfit still laying there. Hers. Jeans, red top and her jeans jacket. All neatly laid out like before. His clothes missing.

Had he pushed them deep down into the pile forming on his side of the closet? Was he too embarrassed to even look at them again?

It was a simple match, nothing too crazy. Jeans, a sweater in the same colour as her shirt and the jeans jacket, the same as hers. They’d bought them together, laughing at the thought of matching. Back then it was fantasy, something fun to think about. But now that it became reality it seemed silly instead of funny.

Still, she put on her own outfit. She liked it, why shouldn’t she still wear it?

Slumping on the sofa, Liam was skipping through the channels. Waiting for her to be ready to go out.

“Ready to go?” he asked without looking up as he turned off the telly. Moving towards the door and picking up his jacket from where it laid on the chair. Putting his arms through the holes, he finally looked her way, the wide smile on her face evident to even the people passing by down the street.

“You’re wearing the clothes,” she stated, shocked.

“Should I go naked? Of course I’m wearing the clothes. You picked them out,” he said, pecking her lips. Ready to walk out the door before she pulled him down once more, fingers clamping around the soft fabric of his sweater. Connecting their lips once more for longer, giggling as she pictured them next to each other. Matching.

“You’re unbelievable,” she mumbled against his mouth.

A smirk widened on his face, a smug look falling over his unbothered facade. “Only for you.” Leaning in once more before taking her hand and dragging her outside. “Let’s go now.”

As another laugh escaped her mouth, he turned his head while locking the door. “What’s it now?”

“I guess we’re now matching in more than clothes.”

Blushing as she wiped the lipstick from his lips with a tissue from her purse, he shook his head in surrender.

He was that soft for her.

It came like he imagined, the moment they walked through the doors of the pub, Noel’s eyes widened. His loud laugh laced with a vicious, mocking undertone.

“No fucking way,” he laughed, eyeing the two of them up and down.

“What’s ya problem?” Liam asked while he greeted the others and sat down on one stools.

“Nothin,” Noel tried playing it off, though he couldn’t stop laughing at the pair in front of him. “Nothin.”

Liam felt her hand grabbing his in a frantic realization: maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oi, you just jealous cause you don’t have a girlfriend that’s willing to match with ya, or wha’?” Throwing an arm over her shoulder, Liam pulled her closer to his side, kissing the top of her head in reassurance.

Noel only held his hands up in surrender, knowing it was not worth messing with Liam in moments like these. Not when it came to her and he’d probably end up with a black eyes if he pushed it too far (which was easy to do when it came to his girlfriend).

[valkierrie]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

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Warning(s): Swearing, alcohol.

Plot: When a childhood friend of Y/n's comes back into her life, a green-eyed monster slowly creeps up on Noel. Things come to a head during a party, where Noel's jealousy is confronted.

Word count: 2.2K

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Noel was sat on the opposite side of the booth from me, a steaming porcelain cup of tea rested in front of him untouched. Even after I had successfully convinced him to step foot into the cafe, it was like he had his opinion on the place engrained in his head. It was simply “not his style”. He’d be so cooped up in the studio that the only time we could really see each other was in the very late evening. The unexpected day off was certainly appreciated. 

“You’re not drinkin’ your tea?” I asked, taking a sip of the green tea in my own teacup. 

Noel leaned forward and towards the small red table between us, his head propped up by his left hand as he looked at the tea with disinterest. “I told you, I’m not thirsty.” his Mancunian laced accent was spoken with a twinge of annoyance. 

Noel had been in a mood all afternoon. My intuition was telling me that it had something to do with Liam, which wasn’t a far-fetched assumption because of the way he spoke about Liam back at the flat. It wasn’t unusual for Noel to insult Liam at any instant, but with the way Noel spoke, his words laced with venom and bite, something had definitely occurred. True to his aloof nature, Noel had stayed quiet about the whole thing, choosing to only show a semblance of what had occurred through his expressions.  

“Noel, you’ve barely eaten all day.” A soft, yet concerned look was engraved on my face. “If you’re not going to eat, at least drink something.” 

Noel continued to stare at the drink like it owed him a living.  

“Please, Noel,” I insisted, slowly pushing the cup closer to him, sticking out my lower lip for optimal effect. “If you don’t, I’m gonna pout.” 

“You are pouting.” Noel rolled his eyes, moving his eyes around as if to avoid his kryptonite, yet still picking up the cup, muttering something that my ears couldn’t pick up. 

Noel’s eyes met mine once more, with a sigh, he drank the tea. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” A satisfied grin steadily emerged on my face. 

“Takin’ the piss, are you?” 

“No,” I denied, taking another sip of my tea. “Just glad that to know that I hold some power in this relationship.” I teased, reaching out my hand to gently stroke his cheek. 

Noel rolled his eyes once more, but I could tell there was an inkling of an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well—” Noel was about to speak, but a voice from beside our booth interrupted.  

“Y/N?” 

Noel and I turned our heads simultaneously. A tall, slender figure overtook our vision, his eyes lit up with excitement, and his face was beaming. It took a few seconds of staring in confusion for my brain to finally snap and allow my memory to jog back up and recognize the familiar man. “Dave?” 

David smiled, taking a few strides to come closer to the booth. “I thought I recognized you.” 

I slid out of the booth, standing up with excited, anticipation bubbling within me. I pulled him into my arms. My arms encircled his shoulders, while David’s encircled my waist. A small giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it as David gave me a small spin. When we pulled back, David’s arm still lingered around my waist. 

“I thought you were in France.” 

“I had a change of plans,” David grinned widely, even after being in France, I could tell that his cockney accent was still untouched and unchanged. “Thought I’d pay England a visit.” 

“How ‘ave you been?” 

“Great. And you?” 

I was about to answer, my eyes looking around, then they landed on Noel. Noel sat, staring at David and I with an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite decipher. I brushed it off. 

“David, this is my boyfriend, Noel.” I introduced, gesturing for Noel to stand up and come closer.  

Noel obliged.  

“Noel, this is my friend, David. We go way back.” 

David extended his hand towards Noel. “Alright?” 

Noel stared at David’s hand briefly before shaking it with a nod. 

I didn’t know it then, but that day had unleashed the Damm-like structure that kept the chaos that was feelings away. I wasn’t sure what had occurred in Noel’s mind. His behaviour afterwards was downright peculiar. The scoffs at the mention of David’s name, especially if it was after I mentioned that David and I would be going somewhere together. David wasn’t blind, I was certain that he saw it too, even if he passed it off with a daft-like laugh. His behaviour towards me had shifted too, though I accounted that to the increasingly less time I spent with him. Don’t even get me started on the insults. 

“That tosser taggin’ along?” Noel asked when I told him that I would be going out. A puff of smoke was exhaled from his lips, a cigarette dangling from it. 

I shrugged it off at the time as Noel being in one of his moods. Tonight, however, I was uncertain. 

The evening started off typically, nothing too out of the norm had occurred. Except when we were invited to a party by a mutual friend. The place was a small flat, a lot smaller than it should have been given the number of people outside. Noel and I pushed through the myriads of people loitering about beside the entrance. Music vibrated from the inside of the flat. I could feel the pulse of it on the ground as Noel and I entered the small place. The interior’s atmosphere was laced with the thick stench of cigarettes and alcohol. Fuckin’ chaos was what it was. We spotted a few of Noel’s mates standing beside the kitchen doorway. Noel went to join them, I was about to too, but I spotted David sat on edge of the brown living room sofa, sipping a drink out of a red solo cup. It only took a few strides for me to reach him. 

“Alright, Dave?” I greeted, a bit loudly, attempting to make my voice louder than the crappy music that was playing. 

David’s face lit up as a soft smile played on his lips. “Hey, Y/N.” 

I looked around for somewhere to sit, spotting an ottoman left haphazardly in the living room. I wasn’t sure why it was there, but I didn’t question it. I pulled the ottoman closer to the sofa and sat down, turning to David. “You here alone?” I asked. 

“No—uh,” David nodded toward a group of guys who were chatting up some birds in the dinning area. “Came with some friends.” 

“They seem...busy.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I get for coming to a party with a group of single guys.” David deadpanned. “Anyway, what about you? You here alone?” 

“Nah, I came with Noel. You remember Noel, right?” My eyes immediately darted towards the kitchen. Noel’s eyes caught mine for a few seconds. There wasn't an expression on his face that spoke of anything wrong, but the way the grip on his beer had his knuckles white made me question the rhetoric.  

“How could I forget?” David chuckled. “Pretty sure the bloke has it out for me.” 

“He does not.” 

“Yes, he does.” 

“No, he doesn’t,” I sighed. “It just takes a while for Noel to get...accustomed to people.” The tone of my voice didn’t help in convincing David, wasn’t even sure I believed myself. 

“Right.” David took a sip of his drink. “Bet he thinks me name‘s rubbish.” There was no bite in his tone or hurt, I could tell it meant to be a joke. 

“Doubt it, his middle name is David.” 

“Middle name, eh?” David laughed at that. “Didn’t know it was that serious, what else do you know about him?” 

“I can’t,” A small, fond smile was growing on my face. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” My chest tightened, in the best way. I didn’t need a mirror to know that my face was flushing.  

David chuckled. “I know how you feel—I mean with Amilie, I—” 

“Amilie?” I interrupted, a teasing smirk. 

David’s face grew red, as he chuckled softly. “I met her in Marseille.” David placed his drink on the coffee table and reached for something in his back pocket. David pulled out his wallet, opening it before handing it to me.  

In one of the small pockets of his wallet, there was a picture of a woman. She had a small frame, a short brunette bob, and a bright smile that could go on for days.  

“She’s fit as hell.”  

“Yeah,” David nodded in agreement, taking his wallet back. “Maybe when she comes to England, you can meet her.” 

“I’d like that.” I beamed.  

Our conversation lasted a few more minutes, going through different aspects and topics before I was ready to wrap it up. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go find Noel.” 

David nodded. I stood up, giving him one last smile before I went towards the kitchen where I left Noel and his mates. The entrance was still surrounded by people, but they weren’t Noel or his mates. 

Inside the kitchen, I found Noel, leaning over a counter, downing a beer bottle. Two other bottles laid beside him.  

“Woah there, slow down.” I teased, catching his arm before he took another sip.  

Noel pulled his arm away, taking the drink anyway. “What are you? My sitter?” 

I was confused. I knew Noel was the sardonic type, but he usually kept that reserved for other people, not me.  

“Hey,” My voice grew soft, I placed a hand on his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” 

Noel just looked at me, his blue eyes once warm and inviting were now glassy, repellent, dreary and drained. “Nowt.” He pulled away from my touch again.  

“Noel,” I insisted. “Come on—” 

“Would you just drop it.” Noel snapped. 

I was taken aback by the sudden outburst. “What is your problem?” 

 “’Course I’m the one with the problem.” Noel scoffed. “That the shite yer boyfriend’s been feedin’ you?”  

His sarcasm felt like a slap to the face. Cold and unremorseful.  

“My boyfriend?” I was confused and frustrated at why he wouldn’t just talk to me outright. “You’re my boyfriend, Noel. I don’t know you’re on about.” 

“Just drop it.” Noel sighed, “Go back to Derek or Daniel, whatever the fuck his name is.” 

The loud and overwhelming ambience wasn’t doing anything to help the tense feeling that was brewing between Noel and me. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out who he was referring to.  

“What does David have to do with any of this?” 

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you.” Noel let out a bitter laugh, so it bitter it seemed cruel.  

I was still very much confused and very much frustrated.  

“You and him. You’re always together, doesn’t matter where you’re going, the tosser’s always tagging along. I—” He cut himself off, his jaw was tight and his gaze was set on the floor, as if he were calming himself down. He went into something of a trance. 

Nothing was said between us. The music still thumped loudly, even louder as someone cracked up the volume. Even in a setting like this, as loud as it was, it still felt like just Noel and me. His connotation was clear, though, I couldn’t be angry with him. I stood there, pondering. Searching and scanning in my mind for everything David and I did, as well as what I wasn’t doing with Noel. Even with Oasis taking almost all of his time, since David came back into the picture, I wasn’t doing much. It was as if I was struck from a great height, the realisation that dawned upon me. David was great, he was fun. But he couldn’t compare to Noel, no one could. He was my everything and had my heart in ways even the best cardiologist couldn’t explain. Right now, I didn’t care who was wrong or right, I just wanted my boyfriend back. 

“I’m sorry.”  

Noel looked up, my words having startled him. “Sorry?” 

“I’m sorry.” I nodded. “You’re right. David’s not my boyfriend and he never will be, you are, but it doesn’t feel like it.” I took a few strides, moving closer and taking his hand in mine. Noel didn’t pull away.  

There was a minor moment of silence before Noel sighed, raking his free hand through his hair. “Don’t be daft. You don’t need to apologise. I’m the one who’s being a knob.” Noel spoke quietly, almost to himself. The tone of his voice having grown softer with an edge of vulnerability. He eyes met mine again with hesitation before softening. “I’m sorry.” His hands went to either side of my face. “I love you, I love you so bloody much it fuckin’ hurts. I don’t wanna lose ya, just the thought of it drives me insane.” 

“You won’t ever lose me, not to David or anyone else.” 

Noel shut his eyes briskly, expiring a shaky puff. He pressed his forehead softly against mine. “You promise?” If the vulnerability wasn’t evident then, it was now. 

My hands cupped his own cheeks, my fingers pressed on his subtle stubble. “With me whole heart.” 

Noel pulled me close; his orphaned lips find their place on mine. The kiss was slow, pace less, as if he was expulsing all of the feelings he couldn’t properly form through words. Throughout my relationship never did I ever think we’d be snogging in a kitchen during a party. Mainly because Noel wasn’t too fond of PDA, but in the moment, I couldn’t say that I was complaining. 

[sirenlulls]

she's thunderstorms → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader (diana silvers face claim!)

summary —where you're the best nepo baby pairing there is

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[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon...

Chapter 1 - 06/11/24

Chapter 2 - 07/11/24

Chapter 3 - 17/12/24

Chapter 4 - 01/01/25

Chapter 5 - 03/01/25

Chapter 6 - 13/01/25

Chapter 7 - 14/01/25

Chapter 8 - 25/01/25

Chapter 9 - 02/02/25

One shot: Sitting on Noel's face - 08/02/25

Chapter 10 - coming soon

Chapter 11 - coming soon

Chapter 12 - coming soon

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 (part one)

pairing: 90s!damon albarn x fem!oc

summary: in which she lives in a very big house in the country, and he can't get enough

word count: 2.95k

warnings: clay (and real) pigeon shooting, mentions of game hunting, mentions of sex

maeve hadn't expected the living room to resemble a large 'escape the rat race' board when she entered, searching for the long coat she was sure she'd left over the back of a sofa (that had been banished to a far corner) the previous night. tiptoeing over the straw that littered colourful squares, she searched high and low for said coat trying to ignore her brother yelling at her to hurry up from the kitchen.

finally, after squatting down in a corner and groping around under the sofas until her fingers brushed the heavy material, maeve stood up and tucked it under her arm. a whistle from the door frame caught her attention and she was ready to tell her brother to do one, but she caught herself. damon was stood in the doorway with one hand above his head- it looked like he was trying to hold himself up from the doorframe whilst balancing a tray with two cups of tea on the other hand.

maeve hopped over the props that had materialised during her search and took a mug gratefully, taking a long sip as they walked down the corridor. "all set up, then?" she asked, stopping en route to collect a dark green smock hooked over a peg by the pantry as the fog of the morning hadn't lifted over the fields.

"yeah, we should be done by four if the boys turn up on time." damon looked at his watch, "which hopefully shouldn't be too far from now." the pair entered the kitchen, a room with a cold stone floor and even colder stone tiling, greeting george (maeve's brother) and her father who were stood by the back door and ready to go.

maeve ditched her half empty mug in the ceramic sink, and jammed her heavily socked feet into the wellies she'd upturned from the rack. george was hopping about on the spot, restless. "hurry up, maeve, i want to go!" he was younger by a few years and stroppy when he didn't get his own way. she sighed through her nose. "oh, tell him dad!"

mr archibald clapped him on the shoulder and lead him out of the door as he said, "we'll be going in a few minutes, george, maeve can't help that her coat went missing. we'll be away before the filming starts-" at this damon called out his thanks with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, "-and we'll be back when they've finished and cleared up. okay?" looking out of the window, maeve could see her brother nod reluctantly.

"if you need anything, mum's only down the road visiting nan. don't let anyone on the third floor, george might kill you if he finds out someone's gone into his room, and i hope everything goes smoothly." with one swift movement, maeve zipped her smock up to her chin and kissed damon goodbye on the cheek.

he returned the gesture wholeheartedly and opened the back door even though she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. "thanks again for letting me stay over last night, and for letting us use the house. bloody nightmare trying to find one once people found out what we needed it for."

there was a scattering of wet paws spreading mud over the flagstones and all of a sudden two springer spaniels were panting heavily and clawing at damon's shirt. maeve slapped her thigh to get the dog's attention, glaring at them as she pointed for them to trail back out of the door. "poppy, ollie, out now." with their tails between their legs they trotted out of the kitchen.

"sorry about them, they just get excitable. they haven't been out with us for a few weeks. you can put your shirt in the washing machine if you want."

"oi, maeve, are you coming or we're leaving without you!" george bellowed from the bastle house, impatience rising with his temper. maeve sighed, grabbed damon by the cheeks and kissed him hard right infront of the kitchen window just to wind george up. he pulled away, breathless but smiling brightly. "if that's what i get every time you're late, i'm going to have to hide your coats more often."

"i mean it!"

"love you." she said, shutting the door behind her as damon winked when the doorbell rung. if she was quick enough, maeve could get all of her things from the bastle house in enough time to miss the rest of the boys arriving.

underfoot the muddy puddles splashed with the force of her wellies meeting the ground, and maeve swung around the door as george was filling a box with spare pellets. maeve grabbed her shotgun from where it was hung over a hook and snatched up a box of ammunition to stuff in her shoulder bag. in her pocket was her gun license, should people come walking over the public footpaths and ask why she had a firearm.

maeve knew her hobby was unethical, but shooting birds and hunting game was something she enjoyed doing she was clay-disc shooting this morning and then rambling through the countryside her parents owned before driving back in the old land rover to meet damon for an exhibition at the tate that evening.

george snorted a laugh as he picked up a polaroid picture he'd found wedged under garden tools piled into a corner of the bastle. "i think damon dropped something last time you were in here," and handed it back to her while miming wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"glad to see you've cheered up," she said before looking down at the picture. her cheeks flushed hideously, she remembered staring at the ceiling of her bedroom blissed out as damon hovered over her. before she could protest he'd snapped a picture of her, from the top of her tits all the way to her headboard laughing as if he'd said the funniest thing in the world.

she shoved it into her pocket to serve as a reminder to scold damon when she saw him again, running out of the bastle as she grabbed the car keys for the land rover and shoved all of her things onto the back seat before jumping into the drivers seat. she pulled out of the driveway as george pestered her to put the radio on and her father criticised her for changing gears too quickly when they drove past the rest of the band trundling up the road.

maeve lifted her hand off the steering wheel to wave at them quickly before turning onto a secluded country track to take them all the way down to the bottom fields. damon had asked them to keep the noise down, as he didn't want the takes to be messed up and he would get lost of he, the only one who had a decent idea of the land, was tasked with finding them.

george hopped out of the backseat with the dogs to open the gate, making 'forwards' and 'backwards' gestures with his hands as maeve attempted to park as best she could on the soggy mud. she locked the car after unloading her kit over her shoulders, and greeted tony and pete by shouting over the field at them. tony and pete's waved back as they continued polishing the clay disks with cloths worn down from generational use

"pull!" maeve's voice was loud as the wind carried her shout to tony, who reached into the cage on the table. she watched at the clay disk flew from his finger tips and into the sky, as it crested and she aimed just below as her finger rested in the trigger. with delicacy, she pushed the trigger down and dug her heels into the ground as the recoil shot through her arm and right to her lower back.

with a sharp crack the bullet left the barrel of the shotgun and propelled itself right into the middle of the clay disk, shattering it into pieces as poppy dashed forwards eagerly to retrieve the largest chunks. maeve waved away the smoke with her hand and returned to her dad, drawing a tally mark under where her name was written in chalk on the board. she was three- no, four, points now that he'd missed his shot, above george and wasn't a fan of his gloating.

she reached for the old china mug she'd left on the small wooden table they'd se up and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the warmth that seeped through her fingertips and to her wrists. maeve looked at her watch, ten to two and quite a while until george would be able to go into the house without seeing any of the band members. he didn't like them, she knew that, but she wished he wouldn't play oasis whenever damon was over. damon said he didn't mind, "really, i don't care. it doesn't bother me, love," but george did it anyway.

pete jumped over the gate and splashed wet mud all up his gaiters as he dropped a covered basket by his feet. ollie pushed himself through the gaps in the wooden fence and started to sniff around the basket, nudging it open with his nose and dragging out a limp pigeon in his sharp teeth.

george hollered and whooped, throwing a bird that regained use of its wings when it was set into the air and aiming at it. he was about to shoot when maeve beat him to it, the shot echoed around the field as the pigeon fell to the floor and poppy retrieved it for the pile of broken clay. he glared at her, yelled "pull!" before pete had a chance to drag to pigeons over to the clay disks, gesturing with the barrel of his shotgun at tony to hurry up and get on with it.

tony wrestled with the bird and flung it skywards, across to the corner of the field and george took aim before the crest and shot the bird out of the sky. in his excitement he fell backwards with the recoil and insisted, because he said so, that they go stalking through the forest for game.

their dad said no. maeve set the birds into the sky one by one and there was a free-for-all, with shouts of 'the one on the left is mine' or 'i've got the one on the right' ringing with gunshots and clicks of barrel reloading. poppy and ollie were springing about with pigeons stuffed in their mouth, dropping them infront of tony and pete who patted their sides and fed them treats for their hard work.

then maeve grabbed george, the dog's leads and the animals that she clipped them to, and they walked off into the woods with eyes peeled and ears alert. they were silent, leaves crunching and branches snapping underfoot as they tried to listen for rustling bushes or movements in the bracken. george locked onto what he thought was a rabbit but was just a clump of fluff caught on a bramble, and maeve missed a fox that came streaking past while she was untangling the strap of her shotgun from her hair.

they continued, circling the edge of the woods with only the dogs for company, until maeve realised they'd come all the way back round to the field where their dad was pulling clay for tony and pete was nursing a coffee maeve suspected he'd made irish with a dash of baileys from the hip-flask she'd bought him for his birthday.

all of a sudden, as they were trekking through the marshy ground, the heavens opened with a clap of thunder and flash of lighting. martin (their dad) had disassembled the trestle table in a flash and had chucked it into the trailer of pete and tony's car for them to take back to the house, had tipped pete's drink back his throat for him while he was disposing of the dead game, and loaded maeve and george's guns into the boot in the blink of an eye.

maeve settled into the front seat in her still dripping smock, martin hadn't let her take it off as the track to the country road flooded quicker than anything and they had to get back to the house before they were stranded until the rain stopped. "what's the point in having a land rover," george leant over the middle seats to turn the radio on, "if we can't use it to get through flooded roads?"

as maeve flicked the indicator and checked for the absent oncoming traffic, she said, "because last time it happened you were driving and you got us stuck. we had to call a rescue service who couldn't find us, and we missed the rehearsal dinner for cousin sophie's wedding."

"but sophie's a bitch. i'm glad we weren't there."

"i was the maid of honour!" maeve shouted as she turned onto the driveway and drove all the way around the back of the house to the bastle. damon and graham were outside smoking, leaning against the dry part of the wall protected by the porch overhang. she didn't see them as she left the car and hooked her shotgun over her shoulder.

graham whistled. "your arse looks great in those trousers, maeve," he called out with a final drag as damon pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out against the wall. maeve smiled and disappeared around the bastle, hanging up her shotgun and putting back the box of bullets she's brought but hadn't needed to use. she hung out her smock to dry and wiped away some mud that had caked around her nose using the specked mirror on the wall.

maeve walked back round to the backdoor and held onto damon's arm as she kicked off her wellies and stood them upside down on the rack under the shelter of the porch. the thick socks on her feet padded over the flagstones of the kitchen and maeve nearly barged into alex, who'd appeared with a pitcher of water in one hand and a plate empty save from crumbs in the other, on her way down the hall and up the stairs.

the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase in the entrance hall chimed loudly five times, and right on cue the camera crews shook hands with martin and thanked him for letting them use the house before trooping out of the front door and into the vans waiting for them in the front drive.

damon sighed. "sorry we ran over time, i bet george was a pain in the arse."

"as per," she led him up the stairs and unlocked her bedroom door, letting the two of them in as damon flicked on the light, "but we lost track of the time anyway. managed to get out into the woods as well, but the rain cut us off after one loop." maeve cringed as she pulled her thick socks off and discarded them in the pile of her clothes that had gathered at the foot of her large bed, her bare feet making cold contact with the floor sent a shiver shooting up through her.

maeve slipped into her en suite and started the shower, revelling in the water that warmed her bones pleasantly - she hadn't realised she was that cold. standing under the hot water of the shower stream felt like bliss, though she was in and out in a few minutes after scrubbing her aloe vera body wash roughly against her skin. she rubbed moisturiser over the cracked skin of her nose whilst gently moving the excess down over her cheeks and to her collar bones, where a bruised colour mark was beginning to bloom under her pale skin.

damon was lying still at the foot of her bed when maeve emerged from the bathroom, playing with a rubix cube that had been unfinished since 1986 in his long fingers. she sat down at her vanity and the heavy chair legs scraping across the floor disturbed him from the quiet, instead turning to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched maeve run a brush through her hair. "so everything went well, then?" she asked, pulling a light brown eyeliner pencil through her lashline.

"yeah, all good. there might be straw under some of the sofas though, but we tried to get rid of as much as possible." he fiddled with something on his wrist, "sorry."

"don't worry about that, there's always mud caked onto the floor somewhere so we'll get round to clearing it away soon."

as maeve pulled on her tights and buttoned up her fitted shirt, she lifted up a delicate gold necklace. "would you?" she asked, turning to stand infront of the mirror to check her skirt when damon's hands slid over her shoulders and moved her hair away gently. the ribbon of the velvet bow in her hair tickled his nose as damon dipped lower and pushed a series of feather kisses to the back of her neck, clasping the necklace under the collar with a nip on the shell of maeve's ear.

her cheeks flushed as she pushed his face away, dragging her nails over the column of his neck before reaching around him for her chunky brown cardigan. maeve grabbed her bag and damon's hand, dragging him down the stairs and through the entrance hall, snatching her car keys from the trinket dish by the front door. she shouted 'bye, don't wait up', over her shoulder as damon wrapped his arms around her waist and bundled her over to her vintage mercedes parked on the gravel driveway

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