#liam gallagher blurb

[gallaghersgal]

gallaghersgal's lip gallagher x reader masterlist. *indicates smut

general lip ramblings and reblogs can be found here. anything under 100 words will not be on the masterlist. fic recs can be found here. <3

[ SERIES ]

mkverse; borderline, eventually, let it happen.

BORDERLINE: you've been best friends with lip gallagher your whole life. how will senior year play out as you navigate college applications and complicated feelings?

EVENTUALLY: your relationship with lip simmers in summer heat, and some to a boil one night after his baseball game…

LET IT HAPPEN

[ FICS ]

i really like you

what will lip say when debbie asks him, "what is it you like about her?

who's naughty and nice *

prompt - decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly 

birthday girl

you see the cute boy from your classes while out at the club for your birthday

full *

lip has a thing for filling you up, and he's far from shy about it

bunny's birthday *

my birthday fic for my dear wormy. hot dad lip & breeding kink <33

fever pitch

the basics of my mlb!lip au, in headcanon format!

[ BLURBS ]

safe space

college dad lip

late night calls (college dad!lip)

surprising you (college dad!lip)

frat party (college dad!lip)

heterochromia (college dad!lip)

rough sex *

professor!lip *

aftercare *

college domesticity *

summer love, and exhaustion

leaving for class but lip stops you

gentle parenting your bf

protective + jealous (frat!lip)

pregnant reader

needy after work *

'yes ma'am'

walking you home (frat!lip)

begging (frat!lip)

treat you better (frat!lip)

overstim (sub!lip) *

massage *

birthday blurb

brat taming *

needy (college dad!lip) *

halloween + sfw pt2 + nsfw pt2 *

speaking italian *

ta lip + anotha + anotha + anotha *

angry & protective (frat!lip)

picking you up from a party (sorority!reader)

against the window *

father's day

"don't pretend to be so innocent" *

afterparty *

caring for liam (college!lip)

little league freddie (dad!lip)

eyeblack designs (college baseball!lip)

sobriety talk & hurt/comfort

he's cold & annoying

filming it (sub!lip) *

he missed you

© gallaghersgal, 2024. dividers by @cafekitsune. updated 11.02.24

[prozacwhorehouse]

zeke tyler dating headcannons (the faculty)

psa i have not written anything like this since middle school. please but pitchforks down if they are raised 😔

these are pretty much all dating headcannons and little blurbs i am more than willing to expand on any one of them

warnings: mentions of drug use but pretty innocent other than that AND this is not proofread. i was too excited.

there is only one other zeke tyler headcannons work on this app so this is completely inspired by that person

enjoy whores 🔥

- his girlfriend (you) is so fucking cool. im thinking kevin and michelle dynamic from dazed and confused.

- very big on PDA. i mean very. he’s not afraid to make out with you in the courtyard. he wants to show you off, because why wouldn’t he, you’re stunning, he wants everyone to know the coolest girl in school is his.

- Always holding on to you. if you’re walking in the hall, his arm is around your shoulders or leading you by the small of your back.

- loves to smoke with you. sharing a cigarette just feels so intimate. plus you just look super hot when you do it

- loves your style, especially the showier clothing. ”what’s this?” he’d ask, running the hem of your new crop top between his fingers. “you like it?” you look up at him, your hands on his shoulders, his on your waist. “i love it.” and kiss you in the middle of the parking lot akskdkdjdk

- you’re his main product tester. you spend hours trying small amounts of it (stay safe kids) and telling him what there’s too much or too little of. when he’s ready for you to try his next batch, you’re passed out on his garage couch. he eventually slides in behind you when he’s all finished.

- your parents don’t like him. at all. you know they’d love him if they knew how smart he was, but he wasn’t exactly in his good graces after he ran into your garbage can with his car the first time he came over for dinner.

- he is the king of sneaking in, and sneaking you out. since your parents aren’t fond of him, they don’t really want you around him - they think he’s a bad influence. he climbs the terrace with ease, same cheeky smirk on his face when you turn at the soft knock to se him at your window.

- definitely spends many nights at your house. you have some of his clothes hidden in your closet for when he stays over.

- probably had long hair when he was little, then cut it himself when he was ten. he’s been cutting his own hair ever since, won’t let anyone else cut it. UNTIL you come along

- uses 3in1. sorry. he has shit to do, can’t be bothered to take his sweet time in the shower.

- once he lost track of the last time he washed his hair, you just did it for him in the sink. he loved how your nails felt on his scalp, so after that it becomes a frequent question. “Wash my hair for me? M’too tired.” you always comply.

- best friends with your younger sibling. if you have a little brother, you often just leave them to play video games together. if you have a younger sister, he’ll be sporting a tiara at her tea party. they ADORE zeke. you make him promise to never bring any of his PENS when your sibling is around. wouldn’t want a Fiona Gallagher Liam incident!!

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Charting the rise of Oasis in summer 1994 via archives of Music & Media (pan-European music industry magazine in the 90s). Issue dates from each clip left to right: 13 August; 27 August; 3 September; 17 September; 17 September.

Radio reports in industry magazines tell the story of Oasis climbing the UK charts and breaking into Europe in late summer 1994. Music & Media in the 90s was the European version of America’s Billboard magazine. While the record charts were the focus, each issue also included a section in new releases (both singles and albums) as well as station reports. Each week radio stations would report their lists to the magazine and include what songs they've added to their rotation. The way I understand it, A lists are played more than B lists, which are played more than N lists.

I went through the August-September 1994 issues of Music & Media searching “Oasis” for any relevant clips.

Note: Keep in mind all dates reflect the issue that the content was in and that there was a slight lag (generally 1-2 weeks) in industry news outside of the UK.

Following Live Forever’s release

The third Oasis single, Live Forever, gets added to the BBC1's N list on 6th of August upon its release, due to consistent interest in each single since Columbia (White Label Demo) in Dec 1993.

The single also makes the B list for Virgin 1215 AM London. The next week, Forth RFM in Edinburgh adds the song to its A list. One week later, the song gets a small mention in the New Releases review section of the magazine:

Is it a fata morgana, or is Oasis for real? We've had so many over-hyped British bands now, that we prefer to take a back seat. But then again we haven't heard such good pop since the La's.

Two weeks later, 27th of August, Live Forever reaches no. 10 on the UK singles chart.

The magazine reports this in a small blurb describing them as "Scottish band Oasis", possibly due to the concentration of the band’s support being in Scotland. Radio Clyde in Glasgow adds the song to its rotation. MTV Europe also adds the video to its new videos list.

At the start of September, Definitely Maybe gets a review in the new album releases, where Live Forever is called “a masterpiece.” I should add industry mags are typically dry and not prone to hyperbole.

Radio Clyde's head Bobby Hain writes that Oasis has become "local favourites" since performing at T in the Park festival a few weeks before.

At the same time, Live Forever gets added to more radio playlists. Red Dragon FM in Cardiff adds the song to its B list. In Europe, Radio 21 in Brussels, Het Station in Hilversum (Holland), and Polskie Radio 2 in Warsaw (Poland) add it to their A list.

By the 10th of September MTV Europe adds the Live Forever video to its Buzz Bin. This week Sveriges Radio in Stockholm (Sweden) adds the song to its A list, with Radio Stella FM 106 in Helsingberg following the next week.

But it takes until the 17th of September for Oasis to get a full length article in the magazine, entitled "Oasis Is No Mirage Of the British Hope and Glory" (above). It mentions the skepticism in Europe of British bands that don’t live up to the hype. But argues Oasis is the real deal. It singles out Sweden as the first European market where the band has broken out from the UK. It calls the band’s songs “retro pop,” lists some influences from Neil Young to T-Rex, and leaves with the idea Oasis seems like a “universal band” that can translate to other countries.

The case study of Sweden

The band plays the Hultsfred festival in Sweden 13 August 1994. This is also the site of the classic Gallagher interview where Noel claims their music will stand the test of time. There’s also bootlegs of a radio broadcast of the show, but it’s not clear if it aired live at the time or was simply recorded and broadcasted later in 95.

Noel and Liam both bragged about making headlines in the country for starting a bar brawl after they played this festival. Did this play a factor in the band’s early chart success there?

Notably mentioned by Music & Media, by the 3rd of September, Swedish radio stations are already picking up Live Forever, while most of Europe is still working through older singles.

Sweden becomes the first country outside of the UK for Definitely Maybe to chart (even a week before Ireland), entering the chart at no. 14. The album reaches 4 by 17th of September (to compare the album is at 9 in Ireland the same week).

Along with sales elsewhere, it’s enough to pull the album to 10 in the European charts.

Did the bar brawl help album sales in Sweden?

When looking at Oasis gigs in August/September it’s not surprising Sweden is the first to chart. They play Paris in June and New York in July. But Sweden is the first place outside the UK they have two gigs in less than one month. The festival gig in August and another one a few days after the first album is released.

Now I know controversy sells is a 90s maxim and Oasis used outrage to their advantage. But I remain skeptical of the claim they made front page headlines from the bar brawl. It seems to me that’d be a clipping you could find online if it happened. I don’t have access to Swedish papers to directly verify the pages (if anyone has access, lmk!). But I could do a quick search of archives of two popular newspapers, a morning newspaper and an evening one, to see "oasis" mentions in 1994:

While “oasis” gets mentioned a few times before August (some nonband mentions including a guy named Kenny Oasis drive earlier mentions), it’s steady afterward in reference to the band.

The results of a search for “oasis” in Dagens Nyheter in 1994 includes a thumbnail of the page and the relevant excerpt to check context. Below are the excerpts visible for August/September and a rough translation (any Swedish fans out there correct me if I’m wrong).

The 11th of August has a short article on page 20 about the Hultsfred festival they were set to play on the 13th.

On the 15th on page 24, the band gets mentioned in a review of the festival:

När Oasis spelade vid sextiden var det väldigt mycket folk i Saharatältet

(When Oasis played at six o'clock there were a lot of people in the Sahara tent)

On the 18th in the entertainment section of ads, Definitely Maybe as a pending Oasis album is mentioned. There’s also an ad for another show with Oasis on the bill with Pavement at the top and Jeff Buckley. This is most likely the 2 September show at the Gino.

On the 24th, Liam’s face makes an appearance on page 21 along with other band/artist photos. The photo caption reads “Liam Gallagher i Oasis renodlar det som andra påbörjat.” (Liam Gallagher's Oasis refines what others have started.) with a photo credit to “matthias bardå Filmiskt” so good bet it’s from the Hultsfred festival.

The 31st of August shows the closest Oasis gets to the front page at the time. On page 2, Live Forever is mentioned in a list of things to complain about (an opinion piece? satire? it’s not clear): Yvs över exportaktiernas uppgång, yvs över Oasis ”Live Forever”, men herregud, att yvas över ett land, ett stycke mark, det är väl. (Howl about the rise of export shares, howl about Oasis' "Live Forever", but oh my god, howl about a country, a piece of land, that's fine.) The mention does suggest the song is already recognizable to Swedish readers by the time Definitely Maybe is released.

Oasis at the Hultsfred festival is still being talked about 2nd of September (page 77):

Beatles anses vara en inte oviktig förebild för Oasis. Och det bekräftades i Hultsfred.

(The Beatles are considered a not unimportant role model for Oasis. And it was confirmed in Hultsfred.)

On page 75 the same day, an ad for the Gino show that night. But Oasis is now top billing (no Pavement).

Same issue, the show gets mentioned on earlier pages (page 20) in context of the band’s climb:

Oasis klättrar raskt och spelar dessutom i Stockholm i dag, fredag.

(Oasis is climbing fast and is also playing in Stockholm today, Friday.)

The rest of September, Oasis gets 8 mentions in the paper on pages 20-29.

Now without access to each article in full, I can’t be certain there is no mention of the bar brawl in all of this. But these excerpts do suggest that it’s a nonissue at least in this paper. Their festival show is well attended, people remember it, another show is set for a few weeks later and is advertised as the postfestival chatter ramps up the album release excitement. They return a second time for more buzz and the album hits the top 5 a few weeks later. But obviously that’s boring so bar brawl narrative it is.

[ostensiblynone]

Oasis – Cricket Bat Used By Noel Gallagher on Liam Gallagher

The legendary cricket bat used by Noel Gallagher of Oasis to attack his brother, Liam, in a famous incident during the recording of the second Oasis album, “What’s The Story, Morning Glory.” As detailed in numerous articles and books about the band, Liam Gallagher brought a group of inebriated people he’d met at a local pub to the band’s recording sessions for “Morning Glory,” infuriating Noel. Noel forced the people to leave, which caused Liam to “lose it” and attack Noel and his guitars, and Noel retaliated using this cricket bat. We obtained this bat from celebrated British music writer Paolo Hewitt. As detailed in his letter of authenticity, Hewitt is the author of sixteen books on music and music related subjects, including the authorized biography of Oasis, “Getting High: The Adventures of Oasis” (the cricket bat incident is detailed on page 320 of Hewitt’s book, a copy of which is included.) Noel Gallagher’s blurb on the book cover says it all–“Paolo is the only person to speak about what it was like on the road with us because he’s been there. He’s been there, he’s seen it, he’s done it.” During interviews for the book, Noel Gallagher pointed out the cricket bat to Hewitt, and convinced it was destined for the trash, he took it home. This is a truly a unique artifact from one of the most successful British bands ever, with full authentication, and our lifetime guarantee of authenticity.

[krispyweiss]

Quarter Notes: Blurbs & Briefs from Sound Bites

- In this edition: Oasis; Stephen Stills; Grateful Dead; & Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

OASIS WILL DEFINITELY MAYBE PLAY IN 2025: After a 15-year public pissing match, Liam and Noel Gallagher plan to reunite as Oasis for a 2025 tour of the U.K. and Ireland.

“The guns have fallen silent,” they said. “The stars have aligned. The great wait is over. Come see. It will not be televised.”

STEPHEN STILLS ENDORSES KAMALA HARRIS FOR PRESIDENT: Stephen Stills endorsed Kamala Harris for president and pledged “to lend any assistance I can to the campaign.”

“I am greatly encouraged by the extraordinary energy and vibrancy that has followed” the Democratic National Convention, Stills said in a statement.

GRATEFUL FOR DEAD LESSONS: “Grateful Dead Hour” host David Gans will teach Did It Matter? Does It Now? The Music and Culture of the Grateful Dead. The eight-week course begins Oct. 3 at Stanford University.

SPRINGSTEEN WILL NOT RETIRE: Bruce Springsteen told an audience in Philadelphia he and the E Street Band will not retire.

“We’ve been around 50 fucking years, and we ain’t quitting,” he said. “We ain’t doing no farewell tour bullshit. No farewell tour for the E Street Band. Farewell to what? A thousand people screaming your name? Get the hell out.”

8/27/24

[ssupersonicc]

bee’s masterlist 🐝

♡ ao3 | ♡ my other blog

♡ please note: most of my fics are nsfw, so please read with caution.

♡ asks are open for nsfw blurbs like those linked below! :)

* - indicates sexual content

♡ Graham Coxon —

please, dear -

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

thunder in your ear -

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ Liam Gallagher —

highly commendable -

liam has y/n begging him to use his mouth on her, though he can’t resist teasing the poor birdie. *

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ Damon Albarn —

like a virgin -

damon has y/n on his lap to tell him what she wants him to do to her — though she’s far more clueless than he had expected. he’s willing to change that. *

sometimes -

poor damon can’t help but to settle between y/n’s thighs — so eager to please her with his mouth. *

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[stxrshxpxd]

“i know you’ve been dying to take me out” || 90s liam

pairing: 90s liam gallagher x reader

word count: 524

warnings: none

prompt: a saturday morning in a record shop with reader and her casual friend liam who works there

* * *

It was a sunny Saturday and morning was growing into noon. Out of instinct I had walked into the local record shop. The hanging lights were turned off, but large rectangles of sunlight laid across the rows of vinyls in front of me. Specks of dust danced in the light from the windows. In one of the boxes of light stood Liam, behind the counter. That was more or less all I knew about him. His first name was Liam and he almost always stood behind the counter, or sometimes sat on top of it with a hunched back. Oh, and the fact that he always seemed startled when I came in.

“Who’s that?” I asked, nodding my head at the record in his hand. There was a whole stack of them next to him on the counter as well. Liam lifted his hanging head and his eyes lit up slightly with excitement and a tinge of nerves. I saw right through him.

“New local band… Pretty cool.”

He had a tendency to shorten his sentences considerably, for whatever reason.

“What do they sound like?”

I made my way up to the counter and placed my elbows on it, laying my chin in my palms and resting all my weight on one hip.

“Um.. Kind of punk.. but softer.”

I nodded and watched him in silence as he resorted to inspecting the vinyl again, seemingly reading the same text over and over again. His skin and hair looked particularly soft and warm today in the late morning sun. He was wearing an Adidas crewneck that was so large on him that the shoulder seams ended mid-bicep. I could see some hints of his regular blue jeans from my side of the counter.

“Play some!”

He looked up again and the pale blue colour in his eyes appeared almost white in the sunlight. He waddled a few steps over to the record player and another long moment passed of near silence as he fumbled with the vinyl. Then a loud guitar pierced through the quiet and Liam turned around again, meeting my eyes. I gave an impressed smile and he nodded with a smile of his own.

“They’re good!” I said over the loud music and Liam nodded again. We laughed together at something, I don’t know what.

The first song ended quickly and Liam turned the volume down as the second one began, with a similar guitar.

“They’re really good!” I repeated and Liam agreed quickly.

“They’re playing tonight actually… at The Seven Stars..” he remembered. A small grin grew on my lips. “I’m obligated to promote them, you see,” he added hastily.

“I’ll be there,” I giggled and began wandering away from the counter. “I know you’ve been dying to take me out for a long time anyway,” I mumbled, smirking down at a record I had mindlessly picked up.

“Fuck off,” Liam muttered and laughed somewhat nervously. I glanced up at him and noticed the new red colour in his cheeks.

“Do you have that new Stone Roses compilation album then?” I asked after a beat, putting him out of his misery.

[takemealivelh]

Followers Celebration!

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Thank you so much for following my blog and interacting with me, it really makes my day and I love you all so much. 300 may not seem like a big deal to everyone, but it is to me. So thank you.

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THE COMPLIMENTS COLLECTION

How will this work?

1. You must send me an ask (anon or not, preferably not anon) about any of these next topics and I will give you a compliment.

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** You can send in a blog, either yours or someone else’s and I’ll compliment that blog

** A 5SOS blurb (fics would take me a while)

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2. Please be patient with me. The only reason I didn’t do a blurb celebration or ships is that I get overwhelmed really fast. Work has been super stressful lately and I love complimenting people’s work, I love finding the good in everything.

Thank you so much for following me. I’ll tag people so this doesn’t flop, and if it does, we’ll tell no one. Okay? Cool.

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[callmeglamtrash]

This interview is…a lot. I’ve seen blurbs from it but never read the whole thing before. Anyway, highlights:

👀

Liam’s comments about being “forced to marry” Patsy are interesting because that wasn’t the story at all at the time if their engagement when he out of no where proposed to her in a hotel before Knebworth… and to say all this then both remarry only a couple years later lol

Interesting bit on Bonehead here. I wonder (because I believe he’s sober now) if he had a bad problem with alcohol. This would seem to insinuate that but then again they probably weren’t in a great place with him in 2002.

I just found this funny lol. But if it’s about a bird who can sing and play guitar, perhaps it’s not about Nicole after all? Is Song Bird Liam’s Wonderwall?

[gallaghersgal]

Lip fluff rec where you come over in a bad mood (nothing happened, just a lot of small inconveniences) and lip isn’t home yet so you talk to Ian and Mick (or someone else, idc) and when Lip gets home you IMMEDIATELY light up and are in a better mood??? I hope this makes sense lol

hiii!! sorry for letting this rot, i just couldn't seem to write a full blurb that did this prompt justice! but this has me so :,)

this is really mkverse coded, imo. walking into the gallagher house and dropping your bag at the door because you have early release period and get out before lip, but the two of you have plans after school. i see this being veronica and fiona, with fi getting ready for work & there to babysit liam for her 🥹

sitting on the edge of the tub and complaining to the two girls about every little wrong thing from your day. they laugh it off with you, but you're still visibly annoyed,, until lip pokes his head in the bathroom door with some snarky comment. you stand to jab at him but your face immediately lights up, and he smiles in return while the two of you playfully fight. the girls share a look because 'how are these two sooooo oblivious!?!'

[arrowflier]

Writing Roundup 4: August 2021

Roundup 1, Roundup 2, Roundup 3, Masterlist

I managed to get sick and don’t want to use my brain tonight, so here’s another writing roundup instead!  All speedwrites linked by day below with a couple extras at the end.

01Aug: Ian and Mickey’s girls have reached a difficult age.

02Aug: Ian hears Mickey arguing with a neighbor, and comes to the wrong conclusion.  Later, he tries to make up for it

03Aug: Mickey and Carl: destructive duo.  Ian: longsuffering husband and brother.  Includes injury/blood and a creepy neighbor

04Aug: Return of the X-Men AU!   Ian and Mickey put their mutations to use in new jobs.  A personal favorite.  Includes violence/injury/blood, description of attempted sexual assault.

05Aug: the things he did.   Mickey opens up to Ian about details of his childhood and the abuse he suffered.  Includes Terry, discussion of serious child abuse

06Aug: Ian cooks for Mickey.  Pure fluff.  Includes extensive description of food

07Aug: Lip sees Mickey’s tattoo for the first time. 

08Aug: My first pwp😅. Jealous/possessive Ian, bondage, overstimulation, NSFW

09Aug: Ian hits it off with a client, and Mickey gets insecure

10Aug: If there’s one thing Mickey’s poker buddies know, it’s that his husband has him totally whipped.  But when the man finally shows up in person, he isn’t quite what they expected.

11Aug: Ian makes a temporary, but drastic, change to his hair. 

12Aug: oh look more smut.  Bottom Ian, NSFW

13Aug: When confronted with news about Kash, Ian and Mickey talk about what the past.  Includes discussion of sexual abuse of a minor

14Aug: Ian stops eating, and Mickey notices.  Includes discussion of eating disorder, food, mental health

15Aug: Stupid-ass Condiments(“Heh heh, ass condiments”.  “Shut the fuck up, Gallagher”).  The cursed (almost) mayo lube fic.  NSFW but not super explicit

16Aug: Ian has been in a downward spiral for days.  Debbie watches Mickey take care of him.  Includes bipolar disorder, depressive episode, food

17Aug:  Mickey, Sandy, and Tami get drunk and play Fuck Marry Kill, Gallagher style 

18Aug: Ian and Mickey go out with some of Ian’s old EMT friends, and end up working it on the dance floor

19Aug: Ian gets left in charge of a paralyzed Terry while Mickey runs an errand.  he can’t resist telling him what he thinks. Includes Terry, homophobic comments

20Aug: Clingy Ian has an ulterior motive

21Aug: Immediately following Ian’s conversation with Lip after his fight with Mickey, Ian and Mickey have a heart to heart.

22Aug:  Mickey couldn’t pin down when it had happened, but apparently “baby” was a thing Ian called him now.

23Aug: Ian and Mickey fight over buying cigarettes.  As usual, it’s really about something else.

24Aug: Ian and Mickey’s girls are growing up, and so is Yev

25Aug: Ian and Mickey go on a double date with Tami and Lip.  Mickey and Tami get on great, and the brothers bond over their good fortune.

26Aug: Mickey is having a shitty day.  Ian takes care of him.

27Aug: Mickey finds out Ian isn’t a gold star gay anymore.  It makes Ian a little insecure.

28Aug: PURE FLUFF.  Mickey and Ian spend the morning with their little family

29Aug: Mickey and Ian meet at the Olympics

30Aug: Mickey comes home from the store to find a surprise waiting for him--Mandy, back in Chicago for an overdue visit

31Aug: Mickey and Ian go furniture shopping

Bonus #1: extra headcanon ficlet where the Milkoviches are alien warriors trying to take over Earth.  Ian is part of the human resistance.  Includes violence.

Bonus #2: tiny headcanon blurb about Liam and Yev being close, and Ian being sappy about it

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[nat-roman0ff]

v. the last 45 seconds of your life

a series of blurbs // a certain time and place

(read the full series in my masterlist!)

v. the last 45 seconds of your life

the one where everything comes to a screeching halt.

wc: 3,273

warnings: unironic love of oasis, some bad words, & that feeling when your heart breaks

---

“Oh my god please don’t tell me he’s singing Champagne Supernova, again?” She groans as those familiar first notes blare through the speakers. 

 Shawn shrugs and turns his attention back to Brian who is taking his spot on the dingy little stage in the dingy little karaoke bar Shawn had brought the lot of them to.

 “This is really what you wanted to do before you go back on tour?” She asks, folding her arms across her chest, “Karaoke?” 

 He snakes his arm behind her shoulders and pulls her closer, “yes, karaoke. But I also wanted to spend some time with my two best friends before leaving again.” 

 She steps on his foot, marring the white of his Adidas, “but Brian is going with you, dickweed. I’m the only one who gets to stay behind.” She crunches her heel into his foot a little more.

Shawn winces and puts his head on her shoulder, “only by your own choice,” he singsongs, “I’ve given you more than enough chances to come with us.” 

 “I have a job,” she starts. 

 “That you hate,” he finishes. 

 “I have responsibilities.” 

 “Masturbation and remembering to water your plants aren’t responsibilities.” 

 “I have an apartment.” 

 “...that sucks.” 

 “Hey!” She jabs his ribs with her elbow, this only causes Shawn to squeeze her tighter and more into him. He feels this weird sense of instant calm when their bodies are pressed together. It can be in any stage (although he was partial to when they were horizontal), no matter what, when, or under whatever circumstances, they just fit together.

 “I have a life here,” she begins, her voice more somber, softer. She’s trying to put him at ease, “I can’t just pick up and leave that to be able to hang out with you all the time.” 

 Shawn lets go. He has to constantly remind himself that he’s the one that’s in love with her. She’s right, she does have her own life at home in Toronto. He wishes so terribly that he can whisk her away for all his own but he also realizes how incredibly selfish that is. Someone like her needs to be shared with the world, the world needs someone like her. She doesn’t get to be his world.

 “However that doesn’t mean you can’t, like, fly me out to all these really cool places,” she eases the sudden tension and turns to him. 

 Shawn’s face is drawn and she knows that look. It’s the one that makes her believe he feels the same way she does, the one that gives her the tiniest glimmer of hope at the end of this tunnel, that all this wading around in bullshit isn’t just for sport. 

 “Yeah,” is all he can manage, “I’m gonna get a drink I’ll be right back.” 

 Except he doesn’t go to the bar to order a drink. Shawn diverts past Old Man Mellino in the corner bar stool and heads straight for the bathroom. By the time he reaches the stall he’s already crying. He’s thankful he’s alone, because Shawn has always been a loud and ugly cryer. It just sort of all bubbles up in his chest and he ends up choking on air. His chest and heart feel like they’re caving in, and he can feel every single hairline fracture in his heart just before it shatters once and for all. 

 How could he expect her to give it all up for him when he doesn’t even have the balls to tell her how he feels? How could he expect her to put her life on hold just to be with him. It’s simple - he can’t. 

 It takes Shawn a good ten minutes before his hands stop shaking. He wipes away the smear of tears on his face with the backs of his hands. He feels like a child, sitting in a bathroom stall and crying. This was like third grade all over again. But he couldn’t help it anymore. It was almost becoming intolerable to be around her without her knowing the truth, but in the same breath he couldn’t bare to not be around her. He’d usually been confident with girls and his feelings, if they didn’t feel the same way or just wanted an easy fuck he’d get over it with a pint of ice cream and move on. 

 She was different (but aren’t they always?).

 Shawn’s feelings for her were catastrophic. It scared him every day of his goddamn life. He never thought in his mere twenty years of existence that he could ever be so hopelessly hopeless for someone. His emotions manifested physically for her. He felt pain when she was away and a lightness that nothing else could ever measure up to when she was around. 

 The days were getting harder, the tides seem to crash harder and time felt like it was running out. He was exhausted, and not from the months of travelling or touring. It was her, it was this big gaping hole in his chest that was her. It was this secret that he’d been carrying with him for almost two years now that ate him up at an excruciatingly quickening pace.

 Her rejection was his greatest fear; the response of “I love you too, but I just don’t love you in that way”. He knows it would gnaw at him for a lifetime, because he’d spent a lifetime trying to find her. Shawn didn’t believe that your missing pieces would be filled by another human being, he believed that certain people were brought into your life to help you mend those broken pieces. She did that for him, in all the ways he couldn’t even place but knew existed. He couldn’t explain it; he felt whole with her, and not because she completed him but because she helped fix what had been broken.

 It’s been some time now and Shawn supposes he should get off his ass and go back out there. He leaves the stall and looks at his sorry face in the dirty bathroom mirror. He looks worse for wear, with his eyes all puffy and red, cheeks blotchy and the collar of his shirt damp from cleaning up his face. The bathroom door opens and Old Man Mellino stumbles to the sink beside Shawn. He smells like well liquor and adult diapers.

 “Those are woman tears,” he slurs, his breath toxic with booze.

 Shawn furrows his brows, “excuse me?” 

 The old man slings an arm around Shawn’s shoulders, “the tears you cry over a woman. Recognize them anywhere. What’s this dame done to yah?”

 Shawn recockens if this guy gets any closer he’ll barf from the stench, “nothing, that’s the problem,” he says, wanting to get out of this conversation as quickly as possible. 

 “Does she know how you feel?” Mellino mutters.

 Silence.

 He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a no then. Look at you! Young, bright, handsome, the whole world ahead of yah! What’d yah got to lose?” 

 Shawn shrugs, “her.” 

 “Now you look at me, boy,” he grabs Shawn’s shoulders and turns his body to face him, “I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes in my years and if there’s one thing I’ll always do over and over again, it’s telling the woman that you love just that. Nothing more, and nothing less. You don’t have to be showy or make some grand romantic gesture. Just be honest, be you.” 

 Shawn sighs, but not too deeply as the reek of the old man is really starting to burn his nostrils, “I suppose you’re right.” 

 “Well I am. Now go get her!” He says, slapping Shawn’s ass and then stepping into one of the stalls. 

 Shawn leaves with a new found confidence. He guesses he has about forty-five more seconds before it wears off so he plows through the crowd and back to her. She spots him immediately and waves her hand over towards him. 

 “HeyI’veGottaTalkToYou,” he says quickly in one breath. 

 She laughs, “yeah? What’s the rush? And where are our drinks?” 

 “No time, ran to the bathroom -” 

 “Was it the Taco Bell we had for lunch? I know sometimes it upsets your tummy.” 

 Twenty more seconds.

 “No I just really need to tell you something,” Shawn blurts. 

 His heart is racing, and he’s almost sure he’s going to pass out. The ringing in his ears is so loud it almost drowns out Brian’s sloppy rendition of Wonderwall. 

 Ten more seconds.

 “Damn, okay. Sounds serious. Did you have an epiphany while on the shitter?” 

 Five more seconds.

 “No, I just. I really have to tell you something important.” 

 Shawn’s vision blurs and all he can see is her. 

 “Well, get on with it then if it’s so important.” 

 Three.

 Two.

 He takes a deep breath.

 One.

 “I’m in love you.” 

 ---

 She’s pretty sure if she has to listen to Brian sing another Oasis song she’s going to scream. Liam and Noel Gallagher do not deserve such disrespect. 

 “Get off the stage, loser!” Someone yells, and she has to stifle her laughter by biting her bottom lip. 

 Shawn’s acting weird tonight, she thinks. Well, weirder than usual. He’s distant but clingy; won’t talk to her but won’t bloody let go of her either. He’s never usually this way before he leaves for tour. It’s the last leg at barely two months. It’s not the longest they’ve ever been apart, not by a long shot. She watches him walk away and disappear into the sea of people crowding the bar area. She turns back to Brian on the stage, who is full on air guitaring along to Champagne Supernova, and even throwing on his best Northern accent to sing along with. 

 She has this gnawing feeling in her stomach. This sort of nauseous anxiety that builds and builds the longer that time passes. She can feel it in her heart too, in the way that it rapidly beats and causes her to miss a breath or two. It’s not a panic attack, at least not the ones she’s used to. Her hands get clammy and she scans the room over and over for Shawn but doesn’t see him. 

 Brian finally finishes his song with a round of boos and hops off the stage and towards her. 

 “What’s got you so sweaty?” He asks, dabbing at the clammy skin at her hairline and wiping her sweat on his jeans.

 She shakes out her arms and hands, “I don’t know - I just have this weird feeling?” 

 Brian raises an eyebrow, “o...kay. Do you mind elaborating? I’m not Shawn, I can’t read your mind.” 

 She glares, “forget it.” 

 He grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her a little, “tell meeeee!” 

 “It’s stupid.” 

 “You’re stupid.” 

 She eyes him. 

 “Sorry, force of habit,” Brian replies, “But seriously, what’s got you so shaken up?” He puts a reassuring hand on her arm. 

 She thinks about all the ways she can list out what’s got her going;

  It started this morning when she woke up in Shawn’s arms and accidentally on purpose snuck a glance at his phone. There was a text from some LA model with the message ‘excited to see you this week!’. She’d wiggled out and stalked off to the bathroom, making sure to slam the door on her way out.

 Then Shawn suggested they go out for breakfast instead of staying in like usual on Sunday mornings. They had a tradition of making waffles in her Death Star (despite never actually seeing any of the Star Wars movies) waffle maker and eating almost an entire pound of bacon between the two of them. It was always one of her favorite days of the week. When they’d gotten to the Diner, she counted exactly fifty words spoken to her the entire time, despite the fact he played footsies with her throughout their meal. He just stared blankly at his phone. She wondered if he was talking to some LA model. 

 By the time afternoon hit she had been sufficiently annoyed with Shawn. She kept tripping over his feet when they walked around the city and bumping into him, once even spilling her coffee on her new shoes. They weren’t in sync like they usually were. Something was catastrophically off. 

 At dinner with friends he was just as weird and distant, and she spent most of the time chatting and laughing with Brian while Shawn still stayed glued to goddamn phone. She was past the point where it annoyed her and was well on her way to just being plain old pissed off. It wasn’t that she was jealous about another girl (she was) or cared if they were screwing around (they weren’t), she just hated feeling like there was something he wasn’t telling her. Which is fucking rich consindering the secret she’s been holding from him. 

 It didn’t take her long to realize after they met that Shawn was going to be that person for her. She tried to tell herself that she would feel this for someone else one day, that maybe if she packed it down for long enough it would go away. And sometimes it did, she didn’t spend every waking moment of her life weeping about being in love with Shawn. She had mostly good days, days where she thought about him fondly and missed his warmth. Most of her time was spent avoiding diving in any deeper, sitting at just the edge and sometimes dangling her feet to test the waters. They were always too cold to dive in. 

 “It’s nothing, really Bri. Just getting emotional about him leaving again, that’s all,” she sighs, “about both of you leaving, actually. What’s a girl to do with herself?” 

 “Do you really want me to answer that question?” Brian raises an eyebrow. 

 She shakes her head, “absolutely not.” 

 He swings an arm around her, “whatever you’re feeling, just let it go.” 

 She supposes she takes too much time to think about it and it makes her heart race. She knows full and well that she’d never be able to live the same lifestyle Shawn will. She’s the here and now and it’s convenient. She’ll never be the one who goes to premieres and parties and events with him. He’ll save that for some LA model. She’s accepted that a long time ago - that she’ll never fit in with his lifestyle. She’ll only ever be the here and now. 

 Letting go is such a hard concept. It sounds so fucking easy but is so fucking not. It’s not like dropping a coin into a fountain, it’ll come in waves and some days will be better and easier than others. Letting go is something you have to do slowly, but once you make the decision to do it you can’t go back, you just can’t. 

 She’s so tired of the emotional push and pull; the fullness of feeling so fucking amazing when she’s with him, almost immediately followed by the emptiness of longing and wanting something she’ll never have. Her emotions are a constant change of the tides rolling in and out and her sea is tired. It’s self induced, too. She has no one to blame but herself for feeling this way and she’s pretty sure she’s finally accepted that at this point. She doesn’t hold any ill-tidings for Shawn for not feeling the same way she does. He’s never once used her, or put his needs in front of her own. She supposes that’s why this whole letting go thing is so fucking hard. That plus literally everything else about Shawn’s personality that screams at her to stay, to keep maybe-ing, makes it so fucking hard to let go.

 “Thanks Brian,” she hugs him tight, “I’ll work on it.” 

 He gives her a squeeze, “wow, for once I actually said the right thing.” 

 She slaps his chest, “just something I think I needed to hear someone say out loud.” 

 “I’m going to pretend I know what that means and go pick out another song.” 

 “Please don’t make it an Oasis one!” She yells after him.

 “No promises!” 

 She laughs to herself and sighs, picking at her thumbnail. She knows going into this head strong that it’s going to be a hard one. She knows that it’s going to take days, weeks and maybe even months of pain before she reaches the other side of that tunnel of letting go. Him being away will help, it means he won’t randomly show up on her doorstep late at night with a box of cupcakes and a sappy look on his face, it means she won’t get text messages all day long at work of him complaining about how bored he was. She was thankful for the upcoming distance in her quest of ridding herself of the feelings. 

 She didn’t want to find it in someone else. No, that wouldn’t be fair. Because what she felt was real, that much she knew, and she didn’t want to dishonor that by trying to project those feelings onto another person. She looks around the bar and spots all the couples and for the first time in a long time her heart doesn’t sink, instead, it’s relieved. She doesn’t feel the tugging weight of longing to have that with Shawn, at least in this one fleeting moment.

 The music starts and Brian is singing Wonderwall. She groans, and continues to wait for Shawn to come back. She spots him and waves a hand for him to come over. He looks...stressed. And her heart sinks when she sees the red rimming his eyes and just knows he’s been crying. That’s the thing about her, she just always knows. She also knows he doesn’t like when she calls him out on such things, so she lets it be.

 “HeyI’veGottaTalkToYou,” Shawn states in a single breath. 

 She chuckles, “yeah?” She can see his breath coming out in small pants, “What’s the rush? And where are our drinks?” 

 He shakes his head like he’s trying to clear something out of it, “no time, ran to the bathroom -” 

 “Was it the Taco Bell we had for lunch? I know sometimes it upsets your tummy,” she interrupts, placing a hand on his abdomen, she can feel the muscles clench beneath her palm.

 He clenches his fists and she starts to worry, “no I just really need to tell you something.”

 Shawn is pale and for someone who is already only two shades darker than an eggshell, that’s saying something. His pupils are blown out wide and he’s visibly shaking, but trying to hide it by clenching and unclenching his fists. She’s never seen him this way before and she’s terrified of what he’s about to say. 

 “Damn, okay. Sounds serious,” she says as calmly as she can, trying to dampen her own rising nerves, “did you have an epiphany while on the shitter?�� 

 “No, I just. I really have to tell you something important.” 

 She can feel her heart in her throat. It’s amazing, she thinks, for as out of tune as they’ve been all day, now is the moment that they realign. She places her hand over his heart and feels it beat along with hers - perfect synchrony once again. But she drops her palm and remembers let go, let go, let go.

 “Well, get on with it then if it’s so important.” 

 Something flashes in his eyes and his pupils contract just to blow out again and she swears she’s watching his entire existence flash before his eyes as he takes a final breath and finally fucking works up the strength to say;

 “I’m in love you.” 

---

and she’s done! i hope everyone enjoyed this lil ride on my first shawn series. i doooooo have a sequel planned if it’s wanted, let me know! :)

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masterlist

Let me know if there are any complications!

Riverdale

Sweet Pea

Pregnant pt. 1

Pregnant pt. 2

Pregnant pt. 3

Unspoken Feelings - You’re really excited for a date, but Sweet Pea’s comment about it makes you worry. You cancel, and Toni doesn’t appreciate Sweet Pea’s rudeness. 

I Came, I Saw, I Left - Your plan to confess your love to Sweet Pea doesn’t go quite as planned.

Feelings - Sweet Pea doesn’t like the thought of you going on a date with anyone but him.

The Morning After - The cuddly morning after a rough night with Sweet Pea.

You Drive Me Crazy - Your love/hate relationship with Pea seems to bring you both to the edge.

First Kiss - Your first date with Sweet Pea goes very well, especially when it is concluded with a kiss with the man himself. 

Don’t Listen to Them - You believe in saving yourself for marriage, and although Sweet Pea understands this, the other Serpents don’t seem to.

Mornings - Just a lil blurb describing a morning with Sweet Pea.

New - You’re a new student and you get a “welcoming” from Sweet Pea.

Friends With Benefits - You’re just friends with benefits with Pea, but you want something more than that.

Dating Would Include

Dating a Short Girl

Dating a Thicc Girl

Fangs Fogarty

Dating Would Include

Protective - You bring Fangs along with you to a party, and there he gets very protective of you.

Baby Bump - When Fangs is in the hospital after getting shot, you’re right there with him. In an attempt to wake him, you begin to talk to him about your baby, but Sweet Pea, your brother overhears you. 

Archie Andrews

Needy - Archie messages you in the middle of the night, explaining how much he misses you.

Pity - Your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, and now you have to deal with the pity of Archie Andrews. Your crush on him seems to make up for it, though.

Cheryl Blossom

Cheryl Blossom and the Fortress of Trust Issues - Cheryl is worried about the way she feels about you.

Dating Would Include

New Girl - You are new, which sparks something in Chuck and Reggie, causing them to bully you. You catch Cheryl’s eye when you stand up for yourself.

Toni Topaz

That’s Not What I Meant - You and Toni get into an argument, and you need to find a way to make it up to her.

Drop It - You want to come out, but don’t know how. You realize, though, that Toni wasn’t the best person to ask.

Reggie Mantle

Dating Would Include

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hurt - You get injured on a hunt and Dean takes care of you.

Johnny Cash - Based off of the song “Hurt” by Johnny Cash; Dean is worried you’ll get hurt because that is usually the fate for the people around him.

Sam Winchester

Dating Would Include

Shameless

Carl Gallagher

Hello? - While babysitting Liam, Carl seems to take an interest in you.

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Peter Kavinsky

Is That A Coping Mechanism?  - The cliche story line of hating-but-not-actually-hating-someone. 

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highly commendable — l.g

♡ pairing — 90s liam gallagher x fem!reader

♡ summary — liam has y/n begging for him to use his mouth on her, though he can’t resist teasing the poor birdie.

♡ includes — sexual content, oral (fem receiving), li being a tease, dom/sub dynamics

♡ a/n — a liam smut was requested by two lovely anons, so thank you, doves! if it seems a little rushed, i apologise! ps, li calling the reader birdie is just *chef’s kiss*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

His lips were all kiss-bitten and slick with spit, mouthing sloppily along her neck that craned for his attention.

He was spoiling her, giving poor y/n all she whined for and she soon grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt, cotton stretching in fistfuls — so desperately needy for those hands of his.

Liam clicked his tongue after pulling away from the bruising upon her neck.

“Now, now, pretty girl-” he muttered, a soft smirk lifting at the corner of his mouth, speech so teasing, it had a sudden surge of warmth fluttering throughout her cheeks. “what’s all the rush for, eh?”

Y/n was whining — Liam’s own hands enveloping around hers to release her desperate grasp upon his shirt, but she soon had her fingers weaving through his hair and tugging with a roughness that had him grunting.

“Liam, please,” she murmured, her lips pouting downwards and eyelashes fluttering up at him. “need it so bad.”

“Need what, love?” His speech was so teasing, utterly intoxicating when it came to y/n and she couldn’t help but inhale sharply. She cowered from under his gaze, ever so bashful when Liam’s hands kneaded the flesh of her chest from over her shirt so lazily. “Can’t get all shy on me now, birdie.”

The roundness of her cheeks were searing, almost as boiling as the gaze his hooded eyes had on her — flickering constantly from her heaving chest to the pout upon her lips.

Liam watched her carefully, knowing full-well what she needed — widened eyes settled on his mouth, lids fluttering when he knowingly flicked his tongue against that puffy bottom lip of his.

“You want my mouth, eh, pretty girl?” He cooed, taking her chin between a thumb and forefinger. “Gowan, use your words.”

“Yes, please,” she whined out, nodding her head, abashed, fingers still absentmindedly running along his scalp then to his neck. “give me your mouth, Li.”

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it, little bird?”

He kissed her — once, twice, three times, then in quick succession, he had her t-shirt bunched around the curve of both breasts, tugging crudely at the band of her bra and thumb swiping over the little bow that lay pride and place between her tits.

The weight of her breasts spilled out of the cups, so heavy in his palms and nipples achingly stiff when he rolled his thumbs over each one.

The poor thing was getting restless, thighs unable to clench and squeeze together because of his perch between them; resulting in her crooning and begging for him to hurry, to go lower and satiate the obscene throbbing of her desperately engorged clit.

Liam was mouthing at her tits, lolling his tongue over and over the peaks of both nipples before suckling them between his lips.

He soon pulled away with a lewd pop of his lips — brows raised and coming to a furrow at her constant squirming; mocking her.

“Sweetheart, you wanted my mouth and I gave it to you-” he spoke, punctuating his sentence with a quick click of his tongue. He knew what he was doing, hell, he could practically see her arousal pooling into the crotch of her underwear, completely saturating the fabric that sat snugly over the length of her slit — the darkened patch so inviting, though he’d have to make her beg first and foremost. “don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

“Stop teasing me!” Her eyes glistened with tears, just begging to slip past her waterline from all the pent-up frustration. And Liam chuckled at her pathetic state; she was ever so easy to tease into oblivion. “I’ll do anything — whatever you want, just, please!”

Y/n pushed at his head, in some sort of attempt to have him lower himself to where she needed him so desperately.

“Anything, eh?” Rough palms spread her thighs wide, settling himself on his stomach and pressing a sloppy kiss to the fullness of her plush thigh. “cheeky girl.”

Full lips puckered continuously upon the inners of her thighs, the hot flesh becoming slick with his spit and faint outlines of his teeth.

He was going ever so slowly, teasing her still and the minimal stimulation had a soft haze blanket her vision, y/n’s hands still tugging and pushing at his hair just to get him to use his mouth — properly.

She thought Liam must’ve got a little tired of the show he was putting on, because in haste, he flattened his tongue and licked a thick stripe along the length of her slit, swallowing soon after just to get a good taste of her arousal.

Those puffy lips of his, wrapped snugly around the peak of her clit, suckling the engorged flesh and grazing it with the tip of his tongue.

Y/n was whining, crying out incoherent babbles — hoping that her messy mewls were enough to commend him greatly.

He was completely devouring her, giving her what she absolutely craved — teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue before pushing it deep inside, thrusting his jaw and flicking his appendage, nose bumping crudely against her clit.

“This what you wanted, eh, birdie?” His words were muffled against her soaked pussy, the vibrations had her toes curling.

“But-” He pulled away to her dismay, lips smacking together before swallowing obscenely. “don’t think you deserve it, sweetheart. Still have to give me what I want.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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thats what you get for sleeping with the enemy x 90s!liam

pairing: 90s liam gallagher x reader

word count: 935

warnings: none

alright i wanted to write this concept again (wrote it on hessohigh) cause this oasis line is so fucking hot. and the prompt that liam is jealous of damon and secretly in love with you is just *chefs kiss*

i hope ill get back into writing longer better written things but lmao i hope this little fic is fine for now

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I had definitely seen Liam upset before, but it had never been directed at me. The atmosphere was as cold as the beer he had just handed me. Not a word had been spoken, not even a greeting at the door.

I let out a short laugh at his weird mood as I followed him into his kitchen.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he finally spoke and turned around abruptly, leaning against his counter as he drank from his bottle and looked away.

“Is Noel being a dick again?” I pouted excessively, trying to gain, at the very least, eye contact. It seemed a grin or a chuckle was too much to ask for at the moment.

“No,” Liam snapped and began studying his bottle in detail. I watched him twist it around in his palm and pretend to read the label with a lowered head.

“Liam, I can leave if you don’t want me here,” I chuckled again, starting to feel really odd about standing in the middle of his kitchen with an ice cold beer in my hand and an even colder Liam in front of me.

“No,” he said quietly, his neck seeming to have grown stiff in its lowered position. I stayed for a moment in silence and waited for an explanation. I figured he wasn’t going to give one, but then he spoke again.

“I know where you’ll go if you leave.”

“Liam, can you look at me?” I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. He listened to me and looked up finally. It wasn’t much help though, as his face was emotionless and impossible to read.

“I would probably go back home,” I laughed, still confused.

“You’d go to Damon’s,” Liam said at last.

A small chuckle bubbled inside me, purely at the absurdity of the situation. There were many things I couldn’t wrap my head around. How did Liam know that I had slept with Damon the other night? Why was he so upset about it? Why did he care?

I made a face that I couldn't explain the emotion of, trying to think of the right question to ask.

“How-” I finally began, and Liam cut me off immediately.

“Every single tabloid.”

I stayed quiet and Liam kept talking, as he placed the bottle on his counter and wiped his cold damp palm on his jeans.

“Fucking loads of photos of the two of you snogging in some dirty pub.”

“Okay, well-“

“You slept with him?”

It had been the first time we had met properly. Being friends, with certain benefits, with Liam meant I had run into Damon a few times. We had never had a real conversation though, until the other night. The conversation in question had quickly turned physical and I had ended up waking up on top of his sheets, and under his arm, the next morning.

Had Liam not been so obviously hostile about the subject, I would have had no problem telling him the truth. But his frown made it almost impossible to answer his question, even though we both knew the answer.

“I mean…”

“Was he any good?”

“Why do you care?” I asked back and placed the bottle down on Liam’s kitchen table. He turned silent again. He stayed leaning against the counter with his one ankle casually crossed over the other.

“I’m not your girlfriend, am I?”

The word girlfriend hung heavier in the air than any other words that had previously been spoken. It was a rhetorical question, but I found myself wanting him to answer it. Granted, I didn’t know what I wanted the answer to be.

“Fucking- I don’t know,” he cut himself off and tossed glances around the room, avoiding eye contact again.

“Well, I’m not,” I stated, a little too harshly. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend. You don’t seem to want me to be your girlfriend. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

Every time I repeated it the word got heavier and bigger and Liam seemed to hate it.

“I want…” he began in a loud, upset tone. “You.”

His answer was vague, and as much as it annoyed me, it also pained me in a very different way.

He stopped leaning against the counter and in a swift movement he was standing right in front of me. His large hands held my waist firmly and one deep exhale of his fell on my nose.

“That’s not an answer to my question, Liam.”

Playfulness had made its way back into our repertoire and I realised how much I had missed his smug grin. It sat confidently on his lips and I felt it on mine as he kissed me. I knew Liam quite well, and I knew he was currently trying to cover up his emotions.

“I want you..” he echoed and tried his best to conjure up a better answer. “..to only want me.”

“In what ways?” I teased him further and tugged on his washed out Beatles tee.

“All of them. Especially the ones that make you forget about blonde little art school snobs.”

Liam’s fingertips continued to dig deeper into my sides, pushing all my right buttons. I was pushing all his buttons as well as I let my palms slide up inside his shirt slowly.

“Drama school,” I corrected, and Liam shut me up with an annoyed grunt embedded in a harsh kiss.

“Forget about him,” he demanded while our noses stayed pressing against each other.

“Consider him forgotten,” I promised as my hands reached his chest and I planted another kiss on his lips.