#noel gallagher x y/n

[biblical-chronicles]

Derby day pt.2

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where you actually show up with Gallagher written on your back

Pt.1 | Pt.2

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The comment had been gnawing at you for days.

"If I play me cards right, it’s gonna say Gallagher on the back."

Noel had dropped it casually, like it was nothing more than a joke. But you hadn’t missed the way he’d said it—how his voice had softened at the end, just a little. You’d caught the subtle shift, the part of him that might’ve been more serious than he let on.

Did he mean it? Or was it just him being Noel, running his mouth and cracking jokes for the sake of it?

You weren’t going to ask.

He’d bring it up if he wanted to. Until then, you were fine leaving it as a passing moment—until, of course, your own mischievous side kicked in.

That was how you found yourself in the City store days later, grinning as you got handed the new kit with Gallagher neatly written on the back.

Noel didn’t know. You didn’t say a word, just hung it up in your closet.

And when match day came around, you slid it on beneath your jacket, hiding it for the right moment. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you zipped it up, glancing over at Noel. You half-expected him to notice, but if he did, he didn’t mention it.

The Etihad was buzzing as you both arrived, fans chanting and the energy palpable. But before you could make your way to the stands, there was the usual stop at hospitality—a chance to grab drinks and settle in.

And just like last time, the CBS Golazo crew was already there.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Noel muttered under his breath as his eyes locked onto them, making no attempt to hide his exasperation.

You laughed, but before you could say anything, Micah Richards spotted you both and waved you over, grinning like he’d been expecting this moment all along. “Oi, oi! There they are! Back again, eh?”

Noel just sighed, shaking his head, but still walked over with you.

Carragher was already chuckling, his eyes narrowing. “See that yer missus has already got herself the new kit you helped design."

Micah slapped his hands together. “Oh yeah, the kit is great, but I''m sure we are all waiting to see some particular detail.”

You tried to keep a straight face as Jamie leaned in, his grin as wide as ever. “So, you’ve gotta tell us—any name on the back this time?”

You didn’t miss a beat. With a quick shrug, you slid off your jacket, letting the kit fall into full view.

The entire room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, eyes going wide as the silence stretched. Then, just as the realization hit, the room exploded.

“No way!” Micah was the first to react, laughing so hard his voice cracked. He slapped Jamie’s arm, pointing at you like he’d just uncovered some great mystery. “Noel, mate, she’s serious!”

Jamie, equally shocked but thoroughly entertained, gave Noel a mock sympathetic look. “You’re fucked now, lad. She’s put the ring on herself.”

Noel stood frozen for a moment, blinking at the sight, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief. His mouth opened, but no words came out for a second—just the faintest blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered under his breath, running a hand over his face.

But then, just as quickly, the shock melted away, and a slow smile crept onto his lips. You could see it—the corner of his mouth twitching, the way he just couldn’t help himself from grinning.

Micah grabbed Noel’s hand, shaking it with exaggerated enthusiasm. “You know, I gotta say—I didn’t think she had it in her, but fair play. She’s clearly got more guts than you, mate!”

Jamie pulled you into a hug, laughing as he ruffled your hair. “Fair play love, congratulations. That’s one way to keep him on his toes!”

You pulled back, still grinning. “Had to keep him guessing.”

Noel shot you a look, raising an eyebrow as he finally managed to find his voice again. “Yeah, well… you’ve got a funny way of keepin’ me on me toes.” He gave you a soft shove, but the fondness in his eyes was unmistakable.

You could tell he was trying to keep up his usual sarcasm, but there was something else there too—a kind of warmth in the way he was looking at you, the way his hand had found its way to the small of your back without him even thinking about it.

“You’re all proper daft, you lot.” Noel grumbled, shaking his head. But the smile still hadn’t left his face, and you could see his shoulders finally relax.

Micah was still laughing, practically wiping tears from his eyes. “Nah, mate, you’re just mad lucky. Look at her. You’re a lucky man.”

He tugged you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in that familiar, protective way. “I’m the lucky one, yeah?”

You smiled, leaning into him as the laughter and teasing from the group continued around you. Micah had his arm draped over Noel’s shoulders by now. “Don’t worry, Noel. We’re just here to make sure you know it, mate. But, seriously…” He paused, looking between you two. “You two look right together, don’t you think?”

Noel finally let out a short laugh, shaking his head again. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, clearly flustered, but you could see it—the pride in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on you just a little longer than usual.

You just continued laughing with the group, but before you could properly respond, Noel's hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. He turned his attention to the rest of the CBS table, who were still laughing and waving after you, and then, as if on some impulsive whim, he pulled you away from the table.

“Come on, you,” he muttered under his breath, a low, almost needy tone threading through his voice. His grip tightened around you, and you found yourself tugged away from the conversation, your arm instinctively looping around his.

“Oi, where are you going?” Micah called after you, though his words were more amused than anything else. “You're leaving already? Happy honeymoon to you lot then!”

Noel just shot him a grin over his shoulder, before guiding you toward a quieter corner of the venue, where the noise from the crowd seemed to fade.

He didn’t waste any time, gently tugging you toward a nearby couch and plopping down with a soft grunt. Before you could even settle beside him, he was pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Oi, come here.” he mumbled, practically purring as he pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you as though you might slip away. “You’re not going anywhere, yeah?”

You chuckled softly, surprised by his sudden clinginess. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, and you didn’t mind it one bit. His weight was comforting as he settled in, his breath warm against your skin.

“You’re a right softie when you want to be, you know that?” you teased, feeling his fingers lightly squeeze your waist as he held you even tighter.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but the smile on his face gave him away. “You’ve got me all... emotional.”

He kissed the side of your neck, just a light press of his lips, but it sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his body sink into the couch, and his grip on you never loosened, like he was reluctant to even give you space to breathe.

“Well, you know, I could get used to this clingier Noel” you murmured, relaxing into his embrace, your fingers idly running through his hair.

“Good,” he said, his voice low, like it was a promise. “Because I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

You laughed, shaking your head, but the truth was, there was something oddly comforting about the way he was holding you, so tight and so unyielding.

He pulled away just slightly, enough to look at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oi,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “that kit you’re wearing... that’s not exactly... factual, is it?”

You blinked, confused at first. “What?”

“The name on the back. It’s a bit of... misinformation, innit?” he said with a smirk, his fingers still tracing slow circles on your side.

A little smile tugged at your lips. “Oh, I know what you mean. But, y’know...” You paused, looking up at him with a playful gleam in your eye. “I’ve got an idea how you can make it factual.”

Noel’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and for a second, he looked like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. He leaned back slightly, his hands still gripping you possessively. “What d’you mean, eh? You can’t be serious.”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his jaw, your fingers playing with the edge of his shirt.

He was quiet for a second, like he was still processing what you meant. Then, a slow grin spread across his face, and he pulled back slightly to look at you. “Wait... are you... genuinely suggesting what I think you are?”

You only raised an eyebrow in response, watching the shift in his expression. There was something hopeful in the way he was looking at you, something a little more vulnerable than usual.

“Well, yeah,” you started, voice low.

Without a word, Noel pulled you closer, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that cut off anything you were meaning to say. The heat between you both was instant, but it was short-lived as his lips tugged into a smile even as he kissed you, forcing you to pull away, grinning back at him. You two just looked at each other, smiles spreading across your faces, only to start giggling like kids in the next few seconds.

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desperately needed fluff after all that angst, hope you like it and per usual thanks to @shes-thunderstormssss for the beautiful request x

also, I actually love the kit Noel designed, have it meself and the colours are great + the soundwave circles + the collar giving it a more retro look (it's 30% off now btw so if anyone is interested it's a good deal now)

[leaawrites]

Could you please write a fic where the girl was best friends with the Gallaghers when she was younger but then moved away and ended up becoming friends with Damon. Fast forward to the award show where she’s Damon plus one and ultimately runs into the Gallagher again, where they’re all over her/happy to see her again/don’t want to leave her alone. But Damon really confused bc she’s never mentioned that she knew them and they’re all jealous over her. It could be a x reader for anybody but maybe have her end up with one of the brothers? Thank you!! Also sorry it’s a long request

idiots

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they find back to each other and finally confess.

Warnings: fluff, angst, jealousy, harsh language

Wordcount: 1.8k

Masterlist

Slouching on the couch of one of her best friends, Y/n stares at the telly and the faces on them. Two people she used to know like the back of her hand, until she didn’t anymore.

Moving away from your home town was one of the worst scenarios for a teenager like her. She’d always been bad at making friends or becoming comfortable enough around other people to truly show them who she was, not just the pretty girl with not much to say.

When Damon met her the first time, backstage at one of their earlier gigs, he couldn’t believe the two different people he met that night. First he caught her eye from across the room, a shy smile playing on her lips as she crossed his gaze, before looking away rather quickly again. Then, after a few sentences spoken and hours passed, they stumbled out the bar together, his arm thrown over her shoulder as she tried guiding him home safely. They shared a kiss when stumbling into his apartment, though ultimately decided that they would never be more than friends.

He was still on her mind.

She never actively thought about him, except when he was on TV. It was more like an always lingering memory of their time that she couldn’t let go of even if she tried. He wouldn’t let her live in peace even after she left them.

“What ya staring at?” Damon asked, walking into the living room and flopping on the couch next to her. “Ya fancy one of those bellends?”

“Don’t go mental now,” she laughed, seeing his scrunched up face as Oasis performed their new song on Top Of The Pops.

It was good, she had to admit, Noel had always been a great writer. Though it wouldn’t be the same without him. Liam made it all seem so effortlessly. He made it look so cool. Even when it was playback and not live, she’d heard them perform live more than enough times to be a fair judge.

Sneaking away from Damon’s side at festivals or watching a show with them late at night while she tried not to wake one of the boys, she never forgot to keep her promise she made when she left.

‘I promise that I will watch everything you do, I’ll follow you still, Liam. Don’t worry about me forgetting you, I couldn’t.’

“What I wanted to ask,” Damon started talking away, tearing part of her attention from the screen, but not all. “There’s this award show coming up, nothing worth mentioning. Wanna come with me?”

“Me?” she asked, now fully turning towards the boy. “Why would you want me to accompany you to such thing?”

He shrugged, but she knew that he had an answer already ready for every single one of her question.

“All those other people there are boring. You’re the only fun one.” Pulling his puppy eyes and pouting his lips, she looked at him bored for a moment before ultimately giving in.

“Fine,” she agrees, making him gleam in joy. “But.” Holding her finger up at him. “If anyone starts some stupid dating rumour again, I’m never going anywhere with you again.”

Walking into the big venue, she spotted the pair she tried her hardest to avoid that night, almost immediately. Sitting at a table near their own, chattering and laughing and drinking. Shaking hands occasionally.

Through out the first half of the show, Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes away from him. From her seat, she had the best view on his profile. she could see his jaw tighten whenever someone won he didn’t want to win, or how the grip on his beer would loosen whenever someone won he wanted to, a small smile forming on his face whenever that happened. One forming on her own almost identically.

Liam could feel a pair of eyes burning in the back of his head, occasionally turning around to try and catch his predator. All he found though, was Damon Albarn staring at him with confused eyes.

He’d noticed his friend’s gaze far away from where it should be, somewhere in the crowd of people, focused on one in particular. Catching Liam Gallagher’s gaze, he was taken back to the night he asked her to accompany him. Being aware of the crush she formed on ‘the enemy’ he couldn’t help but not not take her.

The moment the first half was over and a break was called through the speakers installed in the walls, Damon excused himself, walking out and to the bar. Getting them a new drink, that they ‘couldn’t survive this without’. Laughing at his wording, Y/n let him walk away. Looking around the room, her eyes were drawn to his seat again.

Liam was watching Damon walk away, his gaze now finally free to see the man’s guest. Looking at the table, his eyes widen in shock. Hitting Noel’s arm repeatedly, he couldn’t keep his focus from lingering. His eyes still focused on her, though his mind was far away. It was back in Manchester, back with her. The two bodies of theirs laying close together as The Stone Roses played in the background of their silence.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ He would’ve never admitted back then what he knew already for years.

His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked, their souls intertwining again after years left torn apart. Healing as he held her face in his mind.

“What?” Noel snapped annoyed. Turning to his little brother sharply and pushing his hand away from his arm.

Liam didn’t answer, only pointing in her direction. Noel’s eyes widen in shock now too.

“What ya doing here, love?” A voice boomed behind her, the familiarity of it seeping through her spine, making her sit up straighter.

“Liam,” she breathed out before turning towards him. The room watching the two of them. “Hey.”

Pulling her into a hug, he inhaled the scent on her hair and neck. It was richer now, but still the same summery feeling he only smelt around her. Noel came after, not leaving her a lot of space to breath.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted her, smiling brightly.

“Can’t believe you’ve stolen my date now, Gallagher.” Damon came walking back, two drinks in his hands.

Putting them down a smirk appeared on his face, making Liam’s blood boil up in anger. His fist clenching at the thought of them being here together. She had to know about the war they partaking in, why was she on his side now?

Y/n could sense the tension, as could Noel, who quickly led Liam away from the scene, saying they should go back before it gets to late and the lights would dim. Sitting down, they both still held their gaze, urging he other to look away first, but neither would dare to.

The lights dimmed again, though one brighter one appeared on the other side of the room. Liam walked out through one of the back doors. Noel sat with his head in his hands at their table, praying he hadn’t had to explain what just happened between them.

Looking at Damon, he told her to go after him. Silently creeping through the dark, she hoped for no cameras to catch her body escaping. Walking out into the lights and fresh air, she could breath for the first time in an hour. Outside the building, Liam was perched up against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest, they kept in silence. The only sound being the shuffling of Liam’s body as he took his jacket from his body and wrapped it around hers, without acknowledging her presence more than that.

“Saw you two on a front page a few weeks back, never thought I’d see you again. Even less with someone like him,” he broke the silence after a couple of minutes passing.

“Damon can be pretty nice if you get to know him better. He’s just cold at first, not like you’re any different,” she defended her friend, making him roll his eyes.

“How would you know? We couldn’t even talk when we met.”

“It took me four months to get you to even look at me. You were just always ignoring me.” They both laughed at the memories ans endless stories their mothers used to share about the two of them.

“Wasn’t even doing it on purpose, love.” Raising her eyebrows at him, he reconsidered. “You were just too pretty to look at,” he tried once more. Tilting her head, the smirk on his face disappeared. “In my defence, you were pretty violent in your attempts to get my attention. Seemed pretty desperate too.”

Gaping at him with her mouth wide open, she slapped in his arm, making him wince a little in fake hurt. “I wasn’t desperate. Though you seemed kinda intimidated once I could talk earlier than you, big mouth. Seemed to be a sign of God, that you would only talk bullshit anyway, so he threatened giving you a vocabulary.”

“Would it still be bullshit if I said, that seeing you together made me jealous?”

The words hung in the air between them, the confession lingering a little longer on both their racing hearts.

“Yes,” she answered, making his face drop. He was so sure that there was more to them than friendship, now it seemed that he even destroyed that. “Utter bullshit,” she continued talking. Continued stabbing a sword into his already breaking heart. “Because there was never a reason for you to be jealous.”

Crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes, he was ready to hear the last words he expected her to mutter to him. Letting him suffer in silence out of embarrassment and shame instead of screaming it at him with laughter. ‘We were always just friends, why would you be jealous? You’re still my best friend.’

“Liam,” she whispered, seeing the distant look in his eyes. “Can you please look at me?”

Snapping his eyes up to her, they looked almost angry with something. The soft blue now a storming sea.

“What?” He spat at her.

“I’ve always loved you, I just wanted you to know that.”

It couldn’t be true, could it? Laughing it off quietly, he nodded his head in mockery. “Yeah, sure. A great friend I am.”

“Not just in a friendly way.”

His heart stopped in his chest at her words, sinking down his chest and into his stomach, making him feel sick. The weight of it pulling him down, his shoulders falling into his body.

“What?” he quietly asked, not believing her words. It was all in his imagination, right?

Sacking her body, she couldn’t believe him. Typical Liam, she though. Smiling at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling under the street lights before pulling him in by his collar and connecting their lips. They had kissed before, but this was different. This one was real. His hands on her waist gripping tight to make her stay so close to him forever. He wouldn’t ever let go of her again.

[the-original-skipps]

|| Leave Me Dead To The World. || Five Hargreeves x Reader || The Umbrella Academy ||

don’t even get me started on tua season 4 cuz i hated it especially the you know what with Five.

CW: Spoilers for TUA season 4 epsiode 6. Instead of Lila, (Y/N) is the who goes with him to get stuck for 7 years.

bold italics are song lyrics from dead to the world by noel gallagher listen to it while you read to up the reading experience haha

synopsis: After spending 7 years in a another timeline with Five, you’ve come back to be reunited with everyone in the present. Only to find out that the world’s on a fast track to ending again, but this time there’s no running away from the inevitable.

“P-Please Five, don’t do this…!”

You cry out as your shaky hands cup his face, your forehead pressed against his as his solemn eyes stare deeply into yours. Both of you standing on a familiar platform, while Lila’s family and Claire watch with melancholy. You could see his eyes pooling with his tears at your desperation. You have no idea how much Five wanted to abandon everything, the world, his family and leave everything behind to jump back on the train with you. To a house in the middle of the woods, where you’d grow strawberries and to spend the rest of your lives together. Live the life he always imagined with you by side until he draws his final breath but he couldn’t.

It’s time to let go, I’m bent over backwards.

He knew if he did, everything would start over again-the end of the world is always going to be inevitable as long as he and his family lived. He tried over and over again and just when he thought he could finally live-when he finally stopped it, does the cruel reminder that it’ll never end, come back. He couldn’t do this to you again, you deserved to live a full life even though he won’t ever be a part of it. That is why, with a heavy heart does Five slowly shake his head at your plea. His heart sinks even further at the look on your face at his rejection. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I wish it didn’t have to be this way but there’s no other options left. I wish there was, I r-really do…” Five croaks out as he tries to wipe the tears that continuously fall from your eyes. As the trains signal its doors closing, Five knew his time was up.

If love ain’t enough to make it alright. Leave me dead to the world.

“I love you...”

With a final press of his lips to your forehead, Fives pushes you harshly into the train. Surprised, you fall backwards, only for Claire to try and catch you as you land on the floor of the train. Horror filled your eyes as the train doors closes on you, separating you and Five forever.

You quickly scramble to stand up, yelling and pounding on the door that separates you both. Five smiles sadly at you, as he places a hand on the glass then bringing it up to a wave as the train signals its departure. Your shouts get louder as the train starts to move, pounding harder as you call out your lover’s name. As the speed picks up, you see Five’s figure growing smaller and smaller until it completely disappears. Only then do you fall to your knees with a dreadful wail as your heart shatters into a million pieces.

Five's hand falls back down to his side lifelessly as the train disappears into darkness. The tears that welled up in his eyes, finally cascading down his cheeks. The Five who never showed any weakness, nonetheless cried - his walls now completely broken down. He had to remain strong in front of you or else he would have wavered in his decision. With a shaky breath, he turns around preparing to blink back to the mansion - back to his family who waited for him. He promises that if he was ever given another chance at life again that he'll find you again, and love you like he always wanted to. No matter how long it takes, he'll find you again even if you won’t remember him. When he meets you, will you fall in love with him again? It’s wishful thinking but he hopes that even if it’s a tiny bit, that you'd still remember him. With all of his heart he hopes that you do but until then.

"Take care, my love."

I can lend you a dream, till we meet again. I’m dead to the world.

[pollyypocket]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Liam Gallagher x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Where a girl follows her favourite band around on tour as a "groupie" but soon gets pushed away by their new manager (Inspired by the movie; Almost Famous)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : cigarettes and alcohol, swearing.

We were all sat on the tour bus smoking, drinking and yapping away. However, Noel and Liam decided to get into another fight while i just sat observing what was going down. Earlier in the day it was mentioned to them that they would be getting a new tour manager half way through tour and to which one agreed and the other didn’t. The rest of the band decided that they didn’t want to get involved, they just let the 2 brothers get to it.

“Well Liam I think this would be a great opportunity for us to have a change don’t you think?” “No! Noel it could mess everything up for us we don’t even know this man he appeared out of no where” “Well it’s not like we get a say in it at all” "That's the point! You've just proven my point!"

I was sat there listening in on what they were shouting about while my finger did laps around the beer bottle top quickly humming a random tune to myself. When all of a sudden it got snatched away from me. “Let’s go Y/N”. I looked up at the stubborn younger brother who walked towards the back of the van in a strop, sighing I decided to follow him since I had no other choice.

“This is all fucked, all of it” I just nodded listening to what he had to say so he could get it all out of his system. “What’s your thoughts on it?”. My head perked up at the questions curious as to why Liam asked me. “I don’t know…” He looked defeated knowing his answer wouldn’t change whatever happened. I soon got engulfed into a hug, I could tell he needed it. He needed someone to confide with. “Is that all you needed me for? For me to say ‘I don’t know’”. The boy smirked waving the beer bottle in front of my face teasingly, I tried to grab it but each time he moved it further and further away to the point where I couldn’t reach it anymore.

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I was stood at the side of the stage. Oasis was halfway through their set, when a man came and stood next to me. "You must be Y/N" I turn my head and see him holding his hand out, he was around 6 foot with brunette hair and glasses sitting a bit too far forward on his nose. "Uh Yes! That's me" I hesitantly reached forward with my hand and made contact with his. "Well it's very nice to see you" "Yeah you too" I gave him a dirty look just so he got the hint I didn't want to talk to him but he kept going. "So how long have you known Liam?" "A few months." I said slowly nodding pushing my lips together "And you're touring with them?" "Yes?" at this point i was more curious with what he wanted to talk about but Liam caught my eye. He was strutting around on stage looking towards us, he gave me a confused look but I just shrugged indicating I didn't know what was going on. "I'm going to head to the toilet" I said with a polite smile.

In reality I wanted to get away from the strange man, confused as to who he was. I grabbed my bag and starting walking towards the stage door pulling out my packet of cigarettes. I don't know how long I was stood out here but got snapped back into reality when I heard cheers emerge from inside the stadium. Before I could even open the door my body clashed with someone else's. "What are you doing out here" I recognised the voice, it was Noel. "Oh, I just needed some fresh air..." Noel lit his own cig and stared at my face to see if I was lying. I mean I wasn't lying. "Liam saw you talking to Mike..." "Who's Mike?" "The new tour manager" … Then it hit me, that's why he was asking me so many questions, and that's why I didn't recognise him. "Liam's not happy" he scoffed in annoyance "Well how was I supposed to know who he is" "I don't know" he just shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette. Noel and I barley talk, not because we didn't like each other, just because I knew what part I played being out here with them. "Bye." I opened the door and walked straight towards the green room. I don't know why Liam would be mad, all I did answer his questions. I pushed open the door hearing bickering coming from inside the room. "Ah there she is" I snapped out of my trance when I heard the man from before announced me walking in. I gave them all a sly smile until I saw Liam looking miserable on the sofa. I walked over to him, to ask him what was up but he didn't seem to talk but his body language told me everything, Noel was right he wasn't happy.

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We all got back into the tour bus one by one. I sat down next to Liam who still hasn't said a word. "Y/N, can we have a chat please" my head shot up at the sound of my name being called. It was Mike.

"Um Sure". Before I got up I looked over at Liam to see him now sad? Why would he be sad. He gave me a reassuring nod telling me to go while taking a swig from his bottle.

"So I need to talk to you about something" "Oh uh sure, what is it" "After tomorrows show you're leaving" "What?" "I said you're leaving" "But why?" "It's a bad look for you and a bad look for them" "For them!!! They're rock n roll stars for god sake. they're the biggest band in the world, everyone loves their look" "As their new manager I need you to go" I looked at him in disbelief, this was so out of the blue "Well they didn't want you anyways!" "LIAR!".

A/N : Im sorry if this is bad; I haven't written in ages and wanted to do something based off of my favourite movie!

[imaginesbymonika]

Futile Devices | Part 2

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

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

Previous part

(1990)

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

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

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

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

“Oi. Sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

“But you did.” “Not quick enough.”

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

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

“Of course. Want to go home?”

“Yes, please.”

[valkierrie]

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ.

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Warning(s): (Liam Gallagher smut), swearing, alcohol.

Plot: Y/N was considered by others to be tied down by her religion. She didn't think she needed anything apart from her bible, but upon meeting Liam Gallagher, he shows her the pleasures of life she was taught was taboo and opens her up to a world of Enlightenment.

Word count: 6.4K

A/N: A story I've been dying to get out, don't worry, I will be back on the requests for the Damon girlies and the one Noel request as well as Ian Brown. This story was hell to write and even worst to edit. Enjoy.

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The chapel was packed, as it normally was on Sunday mornings. The church was bigger than most and could hold twice the size. The soft smell of freshly baked chocolate chip biscuits filled the air as worship leaders served them to entering bodies of people. I chose to sit towards the front. Not the front row, but two or three rows behind it. My own biscuit rested on top of a white napkin and set beside my Bible on the wooden bench.  

As people filed, filling up the seats left and right, I wore the usual. A long-sleeved shirt tucked into a long skirt, finished off with the usual smile that was on my face when my eyes met someone else’s. There was the familiar sound of chatter as couples greeted couples and families greeted families.  

Pastor Thomas took his place on the high platform, behind the large, white altar. His tall figure stood before the church, looking over all of us with an intense level of authority. Which to some extent, one could argue he had. The chatters turned to murmurs before it went to silence. He had that power. He didn’t need to speak to command a room, but when he did, everyone listened. Myself included. I admired him dearly. Always impressed with his self-control and discipline—qualities I lacked and wished dearly to grasp with the same firm hold he had on them. 

“Good morning.” Pastor Thomas greeted. 

There was a chorus of greetings all throughout the congregation. 

“Now, today’s sermon is going to be a little different.” He glanced around at the rows of families, his face in an expression that I couldn’t quite decipher. “Let’s have our little ones onto the room next door, please.” He signalled for one of the worship leaders, who was guided the kids towards himself.  

Parents ushered their small children towards the worship leader, some tinkering or fixing their clothes before nudging them towards him. He led them out of the large worship hall we were in and took them elsewhere. There were small conversations and shuffles as the transition occurred. 

Pastor Thomas gathered everyone’s attention back. “Right.” He coughed. “Dear brothers and sisters in Christ—” His voice falters, as if the titles were poison at the edge of his tongue. “Though, I hesitate to call you that. Let’s not lie in the house of the Lord, you are all sinners.”  

There was an echo of whispers all around the flock. 

“Yes, each and every single one of you.” Pastor Thomas didn’t waver; his tone was cold and convicting. “As I am very clearly pure in the eyes of the Father, I am your shepherd, and it is my duty to make sure your souls aren’t dragged to the pits of hell.”  

There was a small pause between his words, allowing us to take it all in. I wasn’t too sure I was taking it in well. I understood what he was saying, and it wasn’t anything new. He always spoke in this tone, but lately something strange had been simmering. I didn’t know how to go about it, really.  I found myself doing less of the expected head-nodding and seal-clapping, instead my brow rose.  I may have looked up to the man, but one couldn’t help but...inquire on his choice of words when he preached. I tried to orient myself in the way he preached, and the more I tried, the harder the feeling unsettlement settled. Even now, I was uncertain, but there wasn’t exactly anyone I could go about my thoughts with.  

“Today, I bring upon you a topic that has been plaguing our youths and poisoning them, worse than any alcohol and drug in the world.” He spoke gesturally, using his hands to emphasise his point. “Fornication. Sexual intercourse before marriage.” Pastor Thomas’ hands touched the pulpit softly, though his grip was firm. “This topic isn’t up for debate, it is clear in the book, First Corinthians, chapter six, verse eighteen. You are to ‘flee from sexual immorality’ but instead today what do I see? The complete opposite. One can only wonder what our Lord in heaven and what I think about it all.” 

There was silence, only sounds being made was the silent shuffling made by the movements of heads in agreement.  

“Even something as small as the thought of fornication is destined take you to eternal hellfire. Unless you follow me, your fate is sealed.” 

I adjusted my posture uncomfortably, moving my shoulders slowly. That last sentence felt targeted towards me specifically. Though there wasn’t any logical explanation or concrete evidence that it was, that didn’t stop my mind from betraying me. As of recently, I’ve been having... less than holier thoughts. The fleeting, unbidden thoughts. The kind that left small yet remanent wet patches on my undergarments. The yearning desire was strong, I didn’t understand why I felt this way, nor did I want to know. There was no way I was going to talk to anyone about it and risk the inevitable judgement that was to come. I couldn't. I picked up my Bible, like a sigil that was meant to protect me from the civil war in my mind. It wasn’t me anymore—the girl who found peace in a place like this. The sentiment was nothing show of a distant memory; I wasn’t so sure that I fit in anymore. 

“I decree today...” Pastors Thomas set his gaze firmly on the congregation with importance, as if the following words that would come out of his mouth would become the next testimonies of the New Testament. “That as long as you abide to my words, your soul will be saved. If you don’t, don’t expect to be remembered for anything aside from choosing to separate yourself from God, after all, no one mourns the wicked.” 

That was the last of what he said about it, and it left a dry taste in my mouth. Something felt wrong—something was wrong. Ironically, it felt like God was trying to tell me something at that moment. Pastor Thomas’ words covered my ears and his presence blinded my eyes. As the rest of the service went by, rather forgettably, my regard shifted to the glass windows. For what seemed like a few seconds, my thoughts drifted to what could have been, without any of it. The judgement or the expectation. The light peering through was bright, enticing, almost beckoning. Pastor’s Thomas’ words still lingered in my head as I walked home.  

“You finally back to the land of the living, love?” Eliza called out as I walked into the flat. Eliza, my darling antithesis of a flatmate, laid on the sofa, feet tucked under her as she applied layers mascara over her eyes. 

I sighed, removing my flats and leaving them beside the door. It took a few strides for me to reach the sofa and plop down beside her. 

“How was it?” She asked, her gaze still fixed on the small mirror on her lap. 

“Fine.” 

“Uh, oh,” she teased, “that sounds eventful.” 

“Eliza, please, save the sarcasm for another time. I’m not in the mood.” 

Eliza smirked, moving her gaze from the mirror to me. “What’s going on?” 

“Why do you think anything’s going on?” 

“You usually have that stupid smile on your face after ev’ry church visit.” 

A tired sigh escaped my lips. “Do you...” There was a flicker of hesitation in my tone. “At church today, something felt off...” 

Eliza rose a brow. “What do you mean?” 

“Well...” I sat up, straightening my back. I wasn’t exactly sure how to sum up what was going through my mind in simple words. “Pastor Thomas was preaching about fornication.” 

“Is that what’s got your knickers in a bunch?” Eliza rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you once and I’ll say it again a million times, getting a few good shags once in a while won’t kill ya.” 

“It wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it.” 

Eliza adjusted her position, turning her crossed legged self towards me, her head tilting ever-so sightly. 

“He was authoritative, it felt as if he was playing God—or he thought that he was God. It felt cultish.” I sighed, this time not out of tiredness, but in discord. “It’s stupid. Maybe I’m just overthinking it...” 

“It’s not stupid, you’re just...curious, that’s okay.” 

“It shouldn’t be like that though...right?” 

“How should I know, I haven’t been to a church in years, let alone picked up a bible.” Eliza snorted. 

The humour in the situation hadn’t caught up to me, Eliza could see that. She placed the tube of her mascara on the coffee table, grinning. “Tell you what—I’m going to the pub downtown with a couple mates, why don’t you come?” 

“A pub, really?” I blinked. 

“Hey, don’t knock it,” She laughed, using her knee to nudge mine. “A change of scenery’ll do you some good. In addition, you get to see me in ideal element—chugging down pints.” 

“Of course.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to accept her invitation, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt, especially since it I was adamant that this was going to be a one-time thing.  

Eliza squealed, pulling me into a small hug as a reluctant smile tugged at my lips. 

The evening took over quicker than I had anticipated, and I found myself stood at the entrance of a dodgy building, adjusting the blouse Eliza had begged me to wear. 

“If you’re not going to wear anything flattering,” She had told me, rummaging through her closet. “Then at least wear this.” She had pulled out a small white blouse. The shirt was cropped at the bottom, the neckline was a low V-neck. Not low enough to give my mother a heart attack—just low. 

Eliza pulled me by the arm into the pub. The place was packed despite the size.  

“I swear,” Eliza tried to speak over the other loud conversations. “It’s never this crowded, must be a match day or summat.” She pulled me through the crowd of people. Her theory might have held validity because a few—a lot of a them wore jerseys. They stood, crowded near the bar, their gazes fixed on the small TV mounted on the wall. Screams and shouts were all over. 

Eliza led me to a small table towards one of the corner windows. She greeted the strangers sat there with a smile and a simple, “Alright?” 

There was an ensemble of greetings returned to her.  

“I brought me mate, Y/N.” Eliza nodded towards me.  

The row of eyes that fell onto me felt a bit intimidating. I gave them a simple wave before taking an empty seat. Eliza began chattin’ up one of her mates. It was clearly one she was very familiar with; anyone could tell by the way she moving her hand up and down his shoulder. From how he looked like and how Eliza had described him in prior conversations, I assumed it was her boyfriend, Alexander. I sat there awkwardly, not really sure what I could’ve done. My mind was all over the place and contrary to what Eliza had claimed, this was doing nothing to help. The yelling and rowdiness of it all rendered me unable to think clearly in the sloghtest. 

“I leave my seat for 3 seconds, and some bird’s already nicked it.” A voice broke my thoughts. 

“Excuse me?” I turned to the side, where the source of the voice came from, only to be greeted by a tall bloke. He stood with a lanky build, and short, shaggy, dark hair. He had a light blue jersey worn over his torso; the colour was almost as blue as his eyes. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips. I couldn’t lie; he looked quite fit under the low lights. 

“I said,” he repeated. “You’re in my seat.” He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the fumes, tapping the butt of his cigarette. 

I was taken aback by the tone, and bit annoyed. “I didn’t see you sitting in it, nor did I see a name on it.” 

“Got a right gob on ya, don’t ya.” He crossed his arm.  

I opened my mouth, ready to say something, but whatever was about to come out of my mouth was cut short when Eliza approached. “Liam, finally. Didn’t see ya, was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” 

Liam, scoffed. “I wouldn’t show,” he mocked. “Yeah right. City’s playing United, like I’d miss that.” 

“’Course, good old Liam Gallagher just couldn’t stay away.” Eliza chuckled; she turned towards me. “Y/N, you’ve met Liam, right?” 

“Can’t say that I have.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Liam smirked; he turned to Eliza. “You’re—uh mate here stole my chair.” 

“Can’t steal something that doesn’t belong to you.” I retorted.  

“That’s Y/N for ya.” Eliza shook her head, laughing. She turned towards the bar. “I’m gonna get a drink. You two want anythin’?” 

“Just a pint for me, yeah?” 

I simply shook my head. 

“Suite yerself.” Eliza shrugged.  

“You not drinkin’?” 

I shook my head. “What’s it to you?” 

“Nowt, just askin’.” he chuckled, pulling up another chair that was left unattended. “You’re at a bar, figured you’d get a drink or summat, but then again...” His voice trailed off, and his gaze lowered to my chest, where a small, gold, crucifix necklace laid. 

“So, why’d you ask?” 

“Didn’t wanna assume.” Liam shrugged. He exhaled another cloud of smoke, allowing it to curl between us. His gaze was set on necklace once more before his eyes met mine. “What brings a bird like you out here, then?” 

“Stretching my horizons.” I responded light and sarcastically, placing my hands on my lap. 

“Right.” He rolled his eyes, tapping his cigarette against the table. “And I’m the bloody Queen.” 

“Eliza’s idea. She needs someone who isn’t pissed to take her back to the flat at the end of the night.” 

“Nice thing, that.” Liam nodded, as if processing the information. “That shirt also her idea?” He nodded towards my top. 

“Why d’you think that?” 

“It’s actually got a neckline. Gives a blokes summat interestin’ ‘bout ya to look at.” 

The statement caught me off guard, before I could respond, Eliza interrupted me once more, this time coming back with a long glass cup filled with the beverage Liam had requested, a cloud of foam overtaking the top. 

“Cheers, love.” He thanked Eliza. 

Eliza gave him a smile before returning to her other mates. Liam took sip of his drink.  

“You’ve ever had one of these?” 

I shook my head. 

“Tragic, you’re missin’ out. This is heaven, this.” 

“Oh, I’m sure it is.” 

“It is,” Liam nodded in agreeance. “You should get one.” 

“I don’t drink.” 

“Ah, you one of ‘em proper good girls?” He smirked. 

I didn’t like that question, at all. Liam could tell; the smirk grew wider. He kept going, as if getting a rise out of me was some kind of funny humorous thing. I didn’t feel like dignifying his taunts with a response. I stood up, ready to find Eliza or elsewhere to sit.  

Liam’s hand caught my arm with a gentle grip. “C’mon, I’m just takin’ the piss. Fair play an’ all that.” His tone was still the same, but I could tell that he wasn’t outright trying to mock me. 

“Right.” I pulled my arm away. 

Liam raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, I’ll back down.” 

I sat back down.  

Liam smiled. “Let’s try again.” He stuck out his hand towards me. “Liam. Liam Gallagher.” 

My eyes flickered from his hand to his face. “Y/N,” reluctantly, I took and shook it. “Y/N L/N.” 

Liam leaned back, his grin widening. “So, Y/N. You ever head of Oasis?” 

“Oasis?” I repeated, trying to figure out if the band held a place of familiarity. “I’m not sure that I have, what is it?” 

Liam chuckled. “Only the best band in the fuckin’ world.” 

“Is that right?” I rose a brow. “Why’s that?” 

“’Cause I’m in it.” Liam stated it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“That sounds biased.”  

“It’s not biased; It’s just a fact.” 

That was the first thing that evenin’ that managed to get a smile out of me, I didn’t know why. His confident demeanour almost made me want to believe him. The rest of the evening went by pretty fast with Liam keeping me ‘entertained’ with stories about his band. They were unusual for sure, but somehow, they had managed to tug at the corners of my lips or made a chuckle escape my lips before I could stop myself. 

By the time Eliza made her way back to me, the time was well past when I’d be in bed, and Eliza was stumblin’ about. 

“That’s my cue.” 

Liam nodded. I placed Eliza’s arm over my shoulders, my arm going around her waist for support, and helped her out of the pub. I wanted to say that I had a lousy time, but it wasn’t all bad. 

Eliza mumbled some slurred intelligible statements in an effort to convey something, whatever it may be. For someone so tall, she was pretty lightweight. It was darker outside than a had been when we arrived, the temperature seemed to have dropped as well, the cold air hit me like a slap to the face. Almost made me regret leaving the flat without a jacket. It made sense as to why Eliza had gone without out. She’d be too out of it to complain about the cold.  

We passed a strange-looking building; one I saw frequently on my way to church. It hadn’t paid much attention to it—mainly because it blended in well with the other buildings. Tonight, however, it was lit up. Coloured lights everywhere, mainly red ones. Women, many in various stages of scantily clad clothing, stood outside. Some leaned against the lamp posts while others were near the entrance or likely inside. 

I paid them no mind, I had no business with them—plain and simple. As I gently dragged Eliza forward and down the street, something caught my eye—rather someone. Coming out of the building was a tall man, a woman’s arm interlocked with his. I recognized him immediately, and holy fuck. 

Pastor Thomas. 

Pastor Thomas grinned as the woman pulled him forward. Their lips were moving, but I couldn’t quite make out what was being said. But from the smiles on both of their faces and the ease between them, as well as the way her face lit up with a grin when Pastor Thomas handed her a few note, it was obvious what was going on.   

There wasn’t a single bible in sight.  

Of course, I was aware that people had lives outside of church, but seeing him coming out of somewhere like that? There was no logical way to put the pieces together without something being wrong. I couldn’t make sense of it. 

It should have been obvious what was going on, but my brain supressed the truth. My head didn’t want to allow me to get to that point of acceptance. Not yet. I almost dropped Eliza from my shock. I adjusted my grip around her waist as I quickened my pace, hoping to pass unseen. As we did, I turned back, silently praying that it wasn’t who I thought it was—that fatigue was just playing a cruel joke on me. 

Pastor Thomas’ eyes met mine. I couldn’t possibly tell you what going on in his brain. His expression changed, not to that of guilt, or embarrassment, or anything of the sorts. This moment felt like a page out of Animal Farm. I didn’t recognize him. His gaze felt like a was sort of a silent threat, a challenge of sorts. One that told me that he was aware of what I had seen and dared me to say something about it. I moved Eliza and I along until we reached the flat. I fumbled with the key until the door unlocked. Kicking it open, I helped Eliza inside.  

I helped her out of her shoes, taking her to her room. I wasn’t exactly sure how much she’d to drink, but I was certain it wasn’t enough to let her sleep on her back. I adjusted her position, letting her sleep comfortably on her side. 

In my own room, I changed out of my clothes and into my pyjamas. As I laid on my bed, sleep just wouldn’t catch up to me. My mind was begging for a conclusion—anything. It replayed what I had seen, searching and scanning for answers and loopholes. What I saw wouldn’t suffice. Was that what God was trying to tell me?  

God, I sounded crazy, getting warnings from God. Now I knew how Joan of Arc felt. Was this what I was warned about? That my pastor taught one thing and did the opposite. I was undeniably disappointed.  

If he couldn’t hold himself to the standards he had set, what did that say about what I stood for? 

My thoughts didn’t keep me up for too long. I wasn’t sure when I had fallen asleep, but I knew I had when my eyes fluttered open and bright light spilled into my room from the small available cracks on my shutters.  I blinked rapidly, allowing my eyes to get adjusted.  

In the kitchen, Eliza leaned against a counter, one hand on her temple and the other on a glass of water.   

“Remind me to never drink again.” She groaned.  

“That’d be in vain.” I spoke with a dry tone. 

Her head lifted, a small yet weak smile on her face. “Thanks for last night. Who knows where I would’ve ended up if you weren’t there.” 

“It was nothing.” I shrugged. “It’s what a friend does.” 

Eliza turned so her lower back hit the counter, she took a sip of her water. “How’re you holdin’ up?” 

“What?” I blinked. 

“Did last night help you clear your mind?” 

“No,” I shook my head. “If anything, it made things worse.” 

“How?” Eliza’s brows knit in confusion; her smile was replaced with a frown. “Was it Liam? You were talkin’ to him all night—did he say summat?” 

“No.” 

“Then what?” 

There was a hint of hesitation before I spoke.“When I was walking you back home, I saw something.” 

“Really?” 

I nodded. 

“Okay, well tell me.” 

“I saw Pastor Thomas coming out of a building—” 

“Is that it? ” She blinked. 

“I think it was a brothel.” 

Silence. 

“A brothel?” Eliza repeated, in surprise. “Are you sure?” 

“I know what I saw—” I said, my voice firm. “—and I didn’t see a bible or anything.  

“wow...” Eliza's mouth was still ajar from the semi bomb I dropped. “You plannin’ on going back to that church?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“I honestly wish I could help, really, I do.” She spoke, her fingers massaging her temple. “But this hangover is doin’ me head in.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.” 

Eliza gave me a sympathetic smile, placing her hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. 

—  

Days of loitering about on the sofa occurred. Times where I should have been at church, where spent in the flat, doing nothing in particular. Luckily, Eliza kept me fed and kept away anyone from the congregation who was “too curious” about my absence from the church. The weigh of it felt like a heavy rock pressing down on me. 

It felt ridiculous, something so small, yet it held significance and I wasn’t sure why. Was my “belief” truly a belief if it had managed to be shaken by something like this? 

“You can’t keep sitting around like this.” Eliza said, one morning.  

I sat on the sofa, pulling my blanket higher over my shoulders. “Sure I can,” I argued. “I’m doing it right now.” 

“You can’t.” Eliza rolled her eyes, settling beside me.  

I didn’t say anything. 

“If you’ve got nowt to do...” Eliza started.  

I rose my brow, I knew where this was going. “No.” 

Eliza’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “You didn’t even lemme ask.” 

“Didn’t have to.” 

Eliza rolled her eyes. “I was gonna ask you to take me to the pub. Again.” 

“No way, that was a one-time thing.” 

Eliza stuck out her lips in a small pout. 

“That’s not going work.” 

“It works with Alexander.” 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not Alexander.” I turned towards her, giving her a look. “And didn’t you say you were going to stop drinking.” 

“People change.” She shrugged. 

“Right.” I deadpanned. 

“C’mon, please.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” 

Eliza grinned triumphantly. 

— 

Eliza and I found ourself in the same place we had been. It was like déjà vu, minus the blouse. I chose to stick with clothes that came from my own closet, much to Eliza’s annoyance. The pub was tamer than it had been the other time. There were actual visible empty chairs. Eliza greeted her mates near the bar. I sat further away, not really having much interest in them.  

The scraping sound of a chair being pulled back caught my attention. My gaze turned to the side, there he was again, Liam. An ever-present and cocky smirk accompanied him. “Back again?” 

“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?” 

Liam shook his head, the smirk remained as he leaned back. “Not at all, didn’t see you for a while—got worried I might of scared ya off.” 

“Great, now you’ve seen me.” I deadpanned. 

“I would, but it’s not as fun, y’know what I mean?” 

I rolled my eyes. 

“What’s got you in mood, then?” 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but these last few days haven’t exactly been a cakewalk.” 

“Lemme guess,” Liam leaned back. “You havin’ trouble deciding which bible verse to read before bed?” 

My eyes narrowed slightly. That didn’t bother Liam one bit, if anything, it made his grin wider.  

“My problem isn’t exactly that simple.” 

“I’m sure it isn’t.” He chuckled.  

My expression remained very much the same. I adjusted my position, placing my elbow on the table and my chin on my palm. 

“Y’know what’ll be bound to make you feel better?” 

“What?” 

“A cold pint.” 

“I don’t drink.” I reiterated. 

“C’mon, love, why sit and stress when you can drink and forget?” 

I just stared at him. From the short time I’ve gotten to know what he was about, I learned that he wasn’t what you’d classify as Harvard-level intelligence, but he wasn’t stupid. I wanted to get out of this funk—I really did. He seemed to know what he was talking about, and Eliza always did look happy when she drank.  

“...Fine.” 

Liam’s brows shot up, as if he didn’t quite believe what I’d just said. “Alright.” he nodded, standing up. He went towards the bar, telling something to the bartender. The bartender handed him two glasses. Liam sat back down at my table, sliding one of the drinks towards me.  

“Try it.” Liam encouraged, taking a sip of his own drink. 

I did so. The taste was...unique. I’ve had alcohol before, if you count the wine they offered at church. The liquid burned my throat, it tasted bitter. After I swallowed it, a strong taste remained. I shook my head a bit.  

“Atta girl,” he grinned. “You’ll get used to the taste.” 

“I’m not sure I want to.” 

“It’ll grow on ya.”  Liam encouraged with a chuckle.  

I took a few more sips of the liquid and true to Liam’s words, the bitter after taste was almost numb to me. 

“Feelin’ better?” 

“A bit.” I chuckled. “My head feels fuzzy.” 

I leaned back, unbuttoning some of the top buttons of my shirt. 

“Look on the bright side, you look fit.” 

I turned my head to look at him, a ghost of a smile playing at my lips before I could stop it. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Is that what you tell all the girls you trick into buying a drink?” 

“Only if they’re fit.” Liam shrugged. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” 

I leaned in close; Miscalculated my move. My drink to spill right on my lap. I quickly sat the cup right side up. 

“Bloody hell.” Liam burst into a fit of laughter. 

I stood up quickly, causing some of the drink to spill on to the ground. I released an aggressive sigh.  

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” I rolled my eyes. “I swear, I’m never drinking again.” 

“C’mon,” Liam stood up, grabbing my arm. “I’ll help ya.” 

He didn’t give me a chance to give him an answer. Eliza saw us as we passed, her brows knit, I had barely had time to register it. 

Liam led to the restroom, pulling me inside after him and closing the door behind him. He picked up a stack of paper towels, dabbing them over my clothes—uselessly. his efforts did less to help than he had likely hoped. I placed my hand over his, stopping him.  

“It’s alright, I got it.” 

“Lemme help.” he insisted. 

“I don’t think what you’re doing qualifies as help.” I giggled.  

“Counts as summat.” 

My shirt was tainted by the beverage. I was certain I looked absolutely ridiculous. Liam just stared at me. I wasn’t sure what expression he was conveying to me. 

“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if atmosphere between us was sacred.  

“Go on then, tell me what’s been doin’ ya ‘ead in.” His voice was soft. 

“Just stuff with my church.” I spoke vaguely, hoping he wouldn’t pry deeper. 

“What happened?”  

There was the hesitation again. I looked at his face for any hint of malice or insincerity, but I found none. With a sigh, I spoke. “My pastor preaches about abstinence before marriage, while he goes to brothels.” 

Liam’s eyebrows shot up, laughter escaping from his throat. 

“Shut up, it’s not funny.” I hit in the chest; Liam only laughed harder. 

“Nah, it’s fuckin’ hilarious.” He grinned, wiping the corners of his eyes. “A brothel—now I’d pay good money to see that.” 

My eyes narrowed.  

“I don’t see how that would bother ya.” 

“He’s a pastor, always goes on and on about how that kind of thing is bad then goes around and does? He’s a hypocrite.” I looked down at my hands. “I looked up to him, now I just feel stupid.” 

Liam’s laughing subsided, fading. His expression fell to something softer. “Hey, c’mon, don’t say that. The tosser had no right to order you lot like that, ‘specially if he was doin’ that shit. You’re not stupid, alright?” 

I looked up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The warmth of his words spread all throughout my chest. “Thanks Liam.” 

Liam smiled, stepping closer. For a brief second, his eyes darted downwards to my lips, then back to my face. He just stared at me.  

Then, before I knew it, his hands cupped my cheeks, pulling me close and our lips met in a kiss. A startled sound escaped my lips. My hands found his shoulders, my conditioned state yelled at me to pull back—to push him away, but I couldn’t. Liam’s hands slid down, finding my waist. His tongue had made its way inside my mouth, wrestling with mine. 

He pulled away briefly, attempting to grasp as much oxygen as he could. I did the same, before I was pulled back, lips locking on to his.  

The buttons of my shirt were slowly coming undone until it was completely off. Left in my bra, the cold had goosebumps slowly making their way up my arms. It was strange standing like this in front of him, but I had a feeling, an almost animalistic desire—primal. It didn’t Liam long to get his shirt off and on the floor. At the moment, there wasn’t a care in the world about how dirty they were. Liam’s hands grasp my waist firmly, his fingers digging at them. It wasn't painful, there was just a feeling of pressure. 

His lips moved with mine, there was a strange sensation I felt as we moved together. I wasn’t entirely sure how to describe it, but it was...good. 

Liam slowly moved me back against the wall adjacent to the one that had the sink and mirror attached to it. The cold wall hit my back softly, lips still moulding against each other. Liam’s hand held my lower back, while the other grazed my thigh, slowly rising up and under my skirt. It moved gently, there was no haste nor rush in his touch, as if he wanted to savour every second. 

“You can... touch me, you know.” I told him. The brave tone in which I spoke with surprised myself. Perhaps the drink had an elixir-like effect on my brain chemistry. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” I confirmed, leaning back towards him for a hungry kiss. 

For once, I didn’t feel confined—trapped, that was how I felt and it felt fucking amazing.  

Liam’s hand flickered upwards, a soft whimper escaped my lips. I didn’t why it did, but it did. 

“Do that again.” I whispered. 

Liam complied; another sound was expelled from lips. The lace of my underwear was toyed with by Liam, brushing against my entrance with a frustrating slowness. 

Something between a gasp and a moan was the reaction that occurred when he slipped a finger inside. It stretched me in a way that made me shudder. The sensation felt odd—not in a bad way, just the unfamiliarity of it.  

I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening. Maybe it was the weird buzz in my head from the drink, or maybe my thoughts had been cleared and I had subconsciously realised that maybe those standards that I held myself to wasn’t how I felt anymore. 

Whatever the case might have been, it felt liberating. A feeling of liberty. 

Liam’s finger managed to get a hold of a spot that had my head tilting back and my vision blurred. Then he inserted another one.  

“Ahh—” I gasped, my hand holding onto his shoulders tightly as his fingers thrusted inwardly. His angles changed ever so slightly, eliciting a feeling of anticipation. 

I wanted—no, I needed more. 

My hips bucked almost instinctively towards his hand. Incoherent babbles were all that were coming out of my mouth. Liam kissed the corners of my mouth, his wet kisses slowly trailing downwards. My breath hitched when Liam’s lips met a particular spot slightly above my collarbone. 

I could feel a smirk forming against my skin. Cheeky bastard. 

One particular thrust of Liam’s fingers made me jump, sending an intense feeling throughout my entire body. It felt as if I was having a heart attack, but without danger. My heart was racing, palpitations sending heavy vibrations throughout my body. The rate of my breathing increased rapidly, rising and the decreasing as the foreign, yet satisfying, feeling went away. 

Liam’s fingers pulled away gently as the intensity slowly dissipated.  

“You good, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” I panted. 

“Good.” Liam’s hand remained on my back. 

Liam’s face came close to mine once more until our lips met once more. His hands rose to my upper back, fumbling with the hooks of my bra until it came loose. The light under garment fell with ease. My hands instinctually fell over my chest. I’d never been exposed to this degree if front of anyone, it felt new. 

“None of that.” He gently pulled my arm down. “You look beautiful.” 

My breath hitched. His lips grazed my collarbones, going lower and lower. My hands raked him dark brown hair.  

Liam reached down to undue his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His length looked firm, pressing against his boxers. 

His eyes flickered onto mine, as if he were silently asking me for permission. I nodded. Liam pulled me close. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I hadn’t anticipated the stretch I felt when Liam slowly pushed inside me.  

I took a sharp breath, my hands squeezing his shoulders. It hurt—it did. Liam did his best to accommodate that, moving slowly.  

Liam groaned softly, muttering obscenities. “Fuck...”  The pace wasn’t rushed—it was slow, but steady, slowly allowing the discomfort to be transformed to pleasure.  

I couldn’t believe it, genuinely. I was having sex, and in a pub bathroom no less. It wasn’t at all how Pastor Thomas had painted it out to be. This didn’t feel dirty or wrong, not at all. I felt connected, our pleasured sounds over taking the bathroom. 

It was simply too much. I caught sight of Liam’s damp forehead, his hair clinging onto his forehead. His pink-tinted swollen and moist lips kissed mine with ferocity. It was hard to keep up when his hips kept colliding with mine faster and faster... 

I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t think at all. I wasn’t even kissing Liam at this point, instead I gasped and moaned into his mouth.  

Liam’s pace quickened. “Fuckin’ hell... Yeah—fuck, so good...” Liam moaned. With a couple more sloppy thrusts, Liam let out throaty groan, his head falling on my shoulder. An intense feeling that I could only describe as pure euphoria took over. It felt like death. A heavenly way to die. My head tipped back once more; I was releasing sounds I didn’t even know I could make. I felt a warm, liquid-like substance filling me up. As soon as Liam soften inside me, he pulled out.  

As soon as he did, the liquid dripped down my thighs.  

I attempted to catch my breath, and he seemed to be doing the same. “You, okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah. You?” 

Liam nodded.  

There was a small moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward or anything, quite the opposite. 

“Reckon we’re proper filthy, eh?” Liam teased. 

I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess we are.” 

Liam helped with me get sorted with my clothes before getting to his. His hands shrugged mine off as he buttoned up my shirt. When he finished, his hands found my cheeks again. He didn’t kiss me this time, just looked at me, as if I was someone important. Someone worth looking at like that. 

My mind was racing, not with stress, just confusion. I wasn’t what this meant. Did this mean that my faith was tarnished?  

I enjoyed it, I did.  

What did it mean? 

[james-francos-gf]

WHEN THE MUSIC FADES !

pairing: noel gallagher x fem! reader

summary: when noel gallagher runs into his ex-fiance at a party and can't help but try and win her back.

warnings: angst, cheating, MANIPULATIVE noel (i'm a sucker for him), swearing, and probably more.

part two will include smut

word count: 3.8k

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It had been nearly two months since the 1996 BRIT Awards. You attended as a plus-one with your long-term boyfriend and fiancé, Noel Gallagher. However, the excitement of the wins quickly faded when you caught Noel kissing another woman at an after-party. The tabloids sensationalized the story after they saw you flee, your face stained with tears, and your ring missing from your finger.

The past two months had been filled with depression, sorrow, betrayal, and uncertainty. Many questions plagued your heartbroken mind, but one was asked far more than the others; What had you done to make Noel not want you anymore? Although your relationship was far from perfect, like most couples, you had thought that he was at least dedicated and faithful to you, especially after his proposal. It was almost unbelievable when you saw his lips on another woman’s. You were sure your heart would never heal and you would never get over Noel Gallagher.

After dramatically throwing your engagement ring in Noel’s face, you’d packed your stuff and moved in with your best friend. She’d watched you mope and not leave your bed for days and she was getting tired of seeing you miserable, she couldn’t and wouldn’t allow you to continue for another day. “You’re going to that party with me tonight, whether you like it or not,” Cami, your best friend, sternly spoke as you were sat on the couch, binge-watching Star Wars, something you and Noel would often do together.

“I’m not going,” you replied, barely acknowledging her presence as you tried your hardest to keep your attention on the movie. The thought of going out, seeing people, and the chance of seeing Noel filled your head with immense amounts of anxiety. Choosing to seclude yourself and staying far away from anywhere that had your ex-boyfriend’s name written all over it was the safest choice to protect yourself from potential further heartbreak.

Cami wasn’t having it, she grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it off, forcing you to put your attention on her. “What the fuck, Cami?” irritation laced your voice as you got up from the couch to take the remote from her hands. “You can go back to laying on the couch all day and watching shitty movies after the party,” Cami said, holding the remote over her head. “Why do I have to go to this party, Cami? You know you’ll have fun without me anyway,” you asked, your patience thinning. “Y/N, it’s been two months and you’ve left our flat five times. I cannot bear to watch you sit on the fucking couch any longer. You have to get absolutely pissed with me, just this once, please? It’ll help you forget about that cheating bastard, I swear.” Cami pleaded her case, arm still above her head, not allowing you to get back to your marathon.

Her words made you stop and think. You couldn’t help but admit that Cami had a good point. You had been at home practically every day since the breakup, feeling sorry for yourself. Noel was out going to parties, and award shows, and getting ready to perform the biggest gigs in his career thus far. You were allowed to have fun and try and get over him. You were allowed to be free from the thoughts of him. “Fine, just tonight, okay?” you sigh defeatedly. Cami dropped the remote to the coffee table, excitedly grabbed your arm, and pulled you to her room as you rolled your eyes.

Cami insisted upon helping you get ready, saying you had to look sexy, and not like you’d been crying over a “cheating bastard,” her coined term to describe Noel. She forced you to shower, blew out your hair, did your makeup, and picked out her favorite dress of yours, which also happened to be Noel’s as well. It was a sexy dark red, almost burgundy, short, slip-dress with a very deep slit in the leg. You hated to admit it, but you felt really good, the best you had since the breakup. You stood in front of Cami’s full-length mirror as she did the last finishing touches on your hair and handed you a pair of heels to go with your dress.

“Damn, Y/N, if I were Noel and saw you right now, I’d be on my hands and knees, begging for a second chance,” Cami smiled at you as she saw you examining yourself in the mirror. You laughed the first genuine laugh that had come from you in a while. Maybe going with Cami wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

You and Cami arrived outside the rather extravagant-looking house, the owner being a friend of Cami’s that you didn’t know all too well. Seeing the house, the people inside, and outside of it filled you with dread. You started your recurring thought spiral and quickly clung to Cami before the driver parked outside to drop you off. “Y/N, it’s going to be okay, I’ll be by your side the whole night,” Cami reassured and linked your elbows together as she started heading out of the car. You took a deep breath before following her out and walking with her inside the party.

Cami dragged you through the crowd of people, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was heavy in the air and the marble flooring vibrated as music blasted throughout the house, and directed you to the drink table. She started pouring you both some kind of mixed drink. The taste was quite strong and bitter, but you drank it nevertheless. Linking your elbows together again, she dragged you to a free spot on a couch and you both sat, squished together with the other girls on the couch.

As you both sat laughing and drinking on the couch, you heard a very familiar Mancunian voice yell your name. “Oi! Y/N!” You turned your head at the voice and your eyes were met with the younger brother of your ex-boyfriend, Liam Gallagher. He waved his hand over, gesturing you to come over to him.

You hesitated, looking over at Cami, “Go ahead, Y/N, I’ll wait for you over here,” Cami yelled over the loud music. You took your drink with you and walked over to Liam, your heart racing as you made your way through the drunken people.

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you approached Liam. His hair was getting longer, his big blue eyes were covered by dark sunglasses, and his clothes were baggy. He stood smoking a cigarette with a beer in his hands. “Hey, Liam,” You said, forcing a kind smile on your face. As much as you were heartbroken by Noel, Liam hadn’t done anything wrong and you two had managed to get on pretty well.

At your words, Liam tilted his sunglasses a bit, getting a good look at you, “Yer looking fit as fuck, hope ya ain’t trynna impress Noel,” he said in his usual casual and arrogant tone. His compliment went right over your head as you heard him say Noel’s name. Was Noel here at this party as well? You hoped not, but you couldn’t keep your face from showing how uncomfortable you were.

Liam immediately clocked your expression and let out a mocking laugh, “Yer telling me ya didn’t know Rkid was gonna be here? Thought ya would’ve known,” You felt your heart drop to your stomach and anxiety flooded your body.

He was here. Noel was here and you knew you were bound to see him. You quickly sipped at your drink, hoping the alcohol would drown out your nerves. “Didn’t know he was here, Cami dragged me here,” you said, feigning casual unconcern, but you knew Liam could see right through you, just like Noel could.

He pretended to not know you were currently dying on the inside and continued casual banter. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into a relaxed hug, “Don’t be a stranger, Y/N,” and with those parting words, you made your way back to Cami.

Looking back to the sofa that you left Cami on, you noticed she was nowhere to be found. Panicked, you pushed your way to the kitchen, hoping she was just pouring herself another drink. Opening the door to the lavish kitchen, you looked to the island to see if Cami was there, however, your eyes locked with a very familiar pair of icy blue eyes, the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago, the same eyes that could read your soul, the same eyes that betrayed you months ago. The music and voices of the party faded, the only thing that you could hear was your racing heartbeat and your neverending thoughts. You froze unsure of what to do. He definitely saw you too. Do you turn around and escape while you can or ignore him and get yourself another drink? You chose the first option. You turned around and headed towards the door, but you heard him clear his throat and speak, “Y/N?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and weighed your options, yet again. You could ignore him and run away or allow yourself to face him and maybe get some closure. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to face him again. You tried your best to seem nonchalant and replied with a steady, “Noel,” his name sounding foreign in your mouth. You had tried your best to refrain from using his name after your breakup. The less you said it, the less you’d think about him was your mindset, which very clearly did not work as everything around you reminded you of him. You walked towards the island where Noel stood across from you. You poured yourself a refill of your glass, knowing you’d need more alcohol to even try speaking to him any further.

Noel looked at you, his eyes almost unreadable. He always was good at keeping his emotions locked away, keeping his thoughts and feelings under lock and key in his running mind. You awkwardly sipped at your drink under his heavy gaze, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs. You knew the second you got lost in his eyes, every emotion you’ve ever felt for him would come flooding back, and you wouldn’t allow yourself to get trapped by him again.

He cleared his throat again, making you turn your attention from your drink to him, still not allowing yourself to meet his piercing gaze. “You’re looking well,” he says quietly but sincerely, taking a slow sip of his drink.

You inhaled, your breath shaky as you managed to let your eyes meet his. You licked your lips nervously before a soft, “You do, too,” came from your mouth.

He smiled a little in response, and for a moment, it was as if the world around you had completely disappeared. However, the kitchen door swung open bringing you and him both back to reality. Suddenly your surroundings were flooded with the sound of people and music, ruining your awkward interaction. Noel eyed the person who had entered the kitchen, before taking a swig of his drink and looked at you thoughtfully for a moment in silence. “Can we talk somewhere? Alone?” His words dragged you back into him, your heartbeat somehow picking up speed before you stuttered out a quiet yes.

Anxiously, you followed Noel out of the kitchen, trying your hardest to stay close to him through the large crowd of partygoers. Noel occasionally looked over his shoulder, ensuring you were still trailing behind him as he led you down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. The music can barely be heard at this point, and it’s actually quite quiet, almost deafeningly so. He finally stops at an open bedroom and motions for you to go inside. You apprehensively step through the bedroom door before Noel shuts and locks it behind him. You awkwardly stood in front of the bed in the rather large room, your back facing him. This is the first time you’d both been completely alone with one another for a while. He lets his gaze wander down your back and then moves over to sit on the bed.

Still standing and now facing him, you whisper, “What did you want to talk about?” Your nervousness was very evidently still there due to the unexpected sighting of your ex-fiance.

Noel hesitates for a moment, looking down at the floor before looking back up at you. “I… I’ve been thinking about you. A lot,” he mutters quietly, his voice raspy. He pats the bed beside him, “Come here.”

You pause, taking in his words before sitting on the bed beside him. You tried to restrain yourself from admitting to him how you’d thought about him, how he flooded your head every second of every day. You stared at your lap as you picked at your fingers, and a very shaky, “Okay,” slipped from your lips.

He swallows hard as he looks at you. You both are the closest you’ve been to each other since the night you argued. He looks you up and down for a moment, taking in every inch of you. “You haven’t been sleeping much, have you?”

You become motionless and look at him, “Yes, I have,” a defensive tone to your voice. He shakes his head, “No, you really haven’t, I can tell,” He reaches one hand up to brush a thumb over one of your dark circles poking through from under your concealer.

“You look exhausted.” You pull your face away from his hand, not giving into his attempts at pulling you deeper and deeper back under his spell. “Noel, you can’t just act like nothing happened between us… You cheated on me,” You whispered, facing away from him and his touch.

He scoots impossibly closer to you and looks at you with a pained expression. “I know, and I’ve been beating myself up about it since it happened,” he says quietly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve never wanted to make you feel the way I know I made you feel that night… I wish I could just take it all back, Y/N.”

“But you did. You fucking kissed her Noel. You’re the one who threw this all away, not me.” you feel all the emotions that you’ve kept inside this whole night, slowly start to flood out into your words. “Y’know, I can’t stop asking myself why you did it?” your voice faltered, feeling your eyes sting with developing tears that you pushed down.

Noel can see the tears in your eyes, and it absolutely guts him. He swallows the lump in his throat before speaking quietly. “We’d fought that night, and I just kind of lost my head. I got way too drunk, and I did something stupid, and I know there’s no excuse. I was a complete fool because I’m the biggest idiot in the world to have ever hurt the one I love like that… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’d do anything to take it back.”

You gave up trying to resist and let the tears fall down your face. “We were supposed to get married, Noel.”

His heart nearly shatters at your words. He looks almost defeated, “I know,” is all he whispers as he reaches for you, trying to take you into his arms. Unlike before, you let yourself melt into his grasp, allowing yourself to be dragged back into all that is Noel Gallagher. He brings his arms around you, hugging you and resting his chin on top of your head. He takes one of your hands in his own and gently pulls you closer, wanting to be as close to you as possible. “Please look at me,” he mutters quietly, his other hand coming to your chin, gently lifting your face to look at him.

You looked up at his face through tears, trying your hardest to steady your breathing. Being so close to him and being held by him was overwhelming for you. You were almost suffocating around him. His scent, his voice, his eyes, his crooked nose, his warmth–everything that made Noel Gallagher himself. It was hard for you to keep it together. Every memory of the years the two of you had spent together coursed to the forefront of your mind the second your eyes met his. As much as you wanted to give in, take him back, and be with him again, no amount of words and affection could heal the pain you’d felt the night you left.

He looks at your tear-stained face and gently wipes them away with the pad of his thumb, his heart breaking as he takes in your sorrow. He moves even closer, his knees touching yours as he reaches up with both hands to tenderly hold your face. His eyes are full of a mix of longing and guilt, and he whispers, “I can’t stand seeing you cry… especially when I’m the one who hurt you. I’d do anything to take it all back. I’d give anything to go back and change that night, I swear, Y/N.”

Your eyes glistened with tears while listening to his heartfelt words. When hearing him express all of his guilt and his wrongdoings, you couldn’t help but flash back to yourself the weeks following the breakup. The hate you felt for yourself, the self-isolation, the self-blaming, and the tears you cried. You couldn’t resist asking yourself what was so wrong with you that made him not want you anymore. What was so horrible about yourself that he threw away your engagement? In your twisted mind, it was never Noel’s fault that you two had broken up. Every reason that you had come up with to explain his cheating had nothing to do with him and everything to do with you and your inadequacies. You weren’t pretty enough, you were too boring, you couldn’t keep up with him, you gained too much weight, and you didn’t satisfy him anymore, so he did what every man does and found it elsewhere.

His words managed to provide you with a small amount of comfort, his words being entirely about his actions and nothing to do with you, but would you ever get the answer to the questions that tormented your mind? Would you ever be able to trust him again?

“I don’t know if I can just forget about it, I don’t know if I can ever trust you again, Noel. I thought we were forever; you promised that to me when you proposed, and you still did the opposite…” You whispered, your gaze falling to your lap, unsure if you could brace looking into his eyes a moment longer.

He sighs heavily, your vulnerability and honesty causing his heart to ache even more. He gently lifts your chin, so you're looking at him once again, and he locks eyes with you. “I know I broke that promise, and I feel like complete shite. And I know you’re probably tired of me apologizin’, but just please, I’m so sorry, Y/N, and I’d do anything to make it up to you. I love you with everything I have.” Noel’s eyes cloud over with a mix of sorrow and longing as he reaches for your hand. “I can’t imagine my days without the sound of your laughter or the touch of your hand. I know I hurt you—I hurt us—and every day, I carry that weight. But please believe me when I say I’m trying to be a better man. I’m haunted by the thought that maybe, just maybe, I lost you forever because I couldn’t be the person you needed. Don’t you think there’s a way we can fix this? I need you, Y/N. Not just for me, but for what we once had.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head, willing yourself to stay angry. Stay angry. Stay angry. But it’s hard when he looks at you like that—when his voice drops into something soft and pleading when he says your name like it still belongs to him.

“Noel,” you said, steadier now. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to say all the right things after the fact and expect me to forget what you did.”

“I don’t expect you to forget,” he murmurs. “I just—I need you to know I fucked up. I was a coward. And I hate myself for it.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, a flimsy attempt to protect yourself from the way his words threatened to break you down. “You should.”

“I do.” He steps closer, tentative. “Every fucking day.”

Your throat tightens. This is what you were afraid of—Noel at his most dangerous, when he turns his regret into something tangible that seeps into the cracks of your resolve. And God, it would be so much easier if he were cruel about it if he just shrugged and told you to get over it. But he’s standing here, telling you he’s sorry, telling you he’s been lost without you, and it’s getting harder to hold on to the part of yourself that still wants to hate him.

“You don’t get to miss me,” you said, your voice thin but sharp. “You don’t get to miss me when you threw me away.”

“I never threw you away,” he breathes. “I was an idiot, and I lost you. But I never stopped—” He swallows hard, dragging a hand through his hair. “I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”

You turned your head, willing the sting in your eyes to disappear. “Noel—”

“Please.” He’s in front of you now, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him. His fingers brush your wrist—hesitant, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. But when you don’t, when you just stand there, his grip tightens slightly. Not forceful, just certain. He exhales slowly like he knows he has you now. “Tell me you don’t still think about me. Tell me you don’t still feel it.”

Your breath shudders out of you, and you hate him for knowing. Because of course you still feel it. You feel it now, in the way your skin burns where he touches you, in the way your body betrays you by leaning in when you swore you’d never let him close again.

You should walk away. You should tell him it’s too late. But instead, you let his fingers slip between yours, let yourself get pulled back into the gravity of him.

“This isn’t fair,” you whisper, a final, desperate attempt to hold onto your anger. But even as you say it, your fingers betray you, tightening instead of letting go.

And when his lips ghost over yours, you don’t stop him.

[liamgssunshine]

COLUMBIA (liam gallagher x reader)

characters: liam gallagher x reader

summary: you were oasis biggest fan, you were working at a cafe as you saw liam and noel gallagher enter, he invited you over just as you became sexually fustrated…

warning: oral sex: fem receiving, unprotected sex, p in v sex, language, fluff

it was a normal day at work and to be quite honest a really tiring one, i had rented out an apartment ever since i travelled to manchester. My father used to be a massive oasis maniac, i mean who isn’t, their music is amazing. i was suddenly took out of my trance as i heard my boss about me. “y/n! table 15, look alive!” i nodded at him as i wrapped my apron around my waist highlighting my body slightly before heading off to the table.

“hi welcome to bennys can i take your order.” i spoke a pen and notepad in my hands as i looked up to see two brothers, two famous and hot as fuck brothers. “uh yeh, we’ll have a cuppa tea, that’s it.” noel nodded looking up at me smiling, i turned my head to see liam was running his hands through his hair “y-yeah coming right up.” i smiled ‘whats yer name?’ noel asked as i slightly blushed ‘y/n’ i nodded as he nodded back before i hurried off ‘holy shit’ i mouthed quietly before hurrying to take their order.

once i had gave them their drinks, they headed out leaving a mess making me slightly groan as i went over there to clean it up. i found a napkin with a phone number on it and a address ‘from liam.’ the napkin read as i looked at the window to see if anyone was there before shoving it back into my pocket.

the end of my shift came as i decided to check this address out, “hey y/n, you alright?” noel smiled as i nodded “yeah i’m good, you uhm wanted to see me?” i stuttered as he nodded ‘yeah take a seat’ i saw liam sat on the sofa as he smiled at me before turning his head back to the tv. ‘aight i gotta go but ill be back later yeah?’ noel spoke before heading out

the night went by i was nervous as hell, my legs shook as i bit on the end of my finger nails out of anxiety causing me to whine at the slight discomfort. i constantly glanced to the side to see liam, his legs spread as he was seated the sofa, his mouth held a cigarette resting his left hand on his thigh slightly tapping his thumb against his blue jeans.

i gulped the ball in my throat down, i looked him up and down. ‘damn he’s hot.’ i thought to myself, ‘the way the tobacco smoke exhaled from his rosy lips made me go crazy it’s like he was doing this on purpose’. I looked back to the tv back to watching this shit cooking show that he appears to like, i shifted slightly trying to shake off this knowing feeling.

doing everything i can, crossing my legs, running my fingers through my hair or biting my lip. he turned to me in confusion slightly smirking “you alright love?” his mancunian accent highlighting the tone of his voice. i nodded slightly smiling “yes.”

‘what the hell who says yes?!’ i mentally slapped myself in the face feeling slightly embarrassed ‘what if he noticed how nervous i was.’ he nodded before turning his head back to the tv, i crossed my legs squeezing them tightly to release slight pleasure.

i squeezed my thighs together slightly tighter than i should’ve making me quietly let out a whimper, hoping he didn’t hear that. all liam could think about how your shirt clung onto your body like that, the way your hair ran down your body. the way your lips were swollen from biting them for so long and the way you clenched your legs, and oh how he wondered what it would be like if your legs were clenched around his neck as he ate the hell out of your pussy.

i turned my head to see his sexy grin, the way he smiled drove me crazy, the way his nose was shaped like a greek god and how his brown hair highlighted his pearly blue eyes. i thought to myself ‘i better shoot my shot it’s not everyday you see liam gallagher and it’s not everyday you get to fuck him either if i could ask him he might say yes.’ i turned my head to speak but before i could say anything his lips collided on mine, my eyes widened in shock as he pulled away slowly ‘fuck man, i shouldn’t have done that fuck i’m sorry y/n-‘ before he could speak any more i slammed my lips against his.

as he pulled me up to stand with him, he broke the kiss looking into my eyes asking if it was okay as i nodded he smirked slightly.

his hands ran around the curves of my body, slight groans erupting from his mouth as i felt his hot breath on my neck breathing in and out and in and out. the way his muscular hands roamed the bare flesh of my body drove me crazy, i threw my head back out of spite. it was so painfully slow, the way his hands controlled all of my reactions were mental. ‘yeah you like that?’ his shit eating grin made me flustered turning me on so much more.

his hands slid under my tank top, nearing my breasts before i could get a say in what i wanted him to do, his hands gripped onto my thighs pulling my up so i was wrapping my bare legs around his crotch. his hands squeezed my ass before heading to the bedroom his sudden actions making me squeal out due to his sudden movements.

he opened the door with his foot, sucking the skin on my neck knowing what he was doing was driving me insane. i tugged on his hazel hair slightly causing him to groan once more as he laid me down carefully on the king sized bed.

my ears began to capture the music that was now coming from the tv, it sounded just like an oasis song. ‘being fucked by liam gallagher whilst an oasis song was playing whose dream is this right now?’ i unraveled my legs from his waist as he tugged on my tank top asking for permission, as i just nodded.

in an instant my shirt was now thrown across the room as his eyes lit up like fireworks “fuckin ‘ell.” he panted not taking his eyes off my body, ‘i mean what a day to not wear a bra am i right?’ i blushed at his expression as i sat up undoing his blue button down shirt as fast as i could whilst placing my lips onto his.

our lips moved in a fast but loving motion, our saliva became one as by each second we were getting more aroused than ever. his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth asserting dominance and exploring my mouth. i groaned at the taste of cigarettes, though i didn’t smoke it was a really nice taste.

once i finished unbuttoning his shirt, i pulled it off his arms throwing it across the room, it accidentally hitting a lamp on the nightstand. i slightly jumped pulling away from the kiss turning my head to see what had happened.

once i turned my head, his hand placed along my jaw pulling my head back instantly before slamming his lips back onto mine. his hands roamed to both of my breasts slightly caressing them as i broke the kiss my mouth slightly agape as his fingers ran across my nipples.

‘your so fuckin sexy, love.’ he said as i wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands now undoing the buttons on my shorts, his touch making me shiver as he slightly chuckled looking back up at me with those pearly blue eyes. i but my lip out of anticipation becoming slightly impatient. ‘liam. c-can you hurry please.’ i begged not looking at him in his eyes out of embarrassment

as soon as i said those words i knew i was gonna regret it, he pushed me back onto the bed making me slightly bounce up and gasp, in a flash my shorts were off and on the floor somewhere. he began to palm me through my soaking panties making me moan out.

his hands wrapped around my thighs pulling my waist to the end on the bed where he crouched down not taking his beautiful eyes off my soaking cunt. ‘god baby your so wet.’ his eyes were filled with lust, the way he talked could make me cry out in orgasm just right there.

he licked his swollen lips, before trailing kisses up my stomach and down to my thighs. his teeth now gently bit into my thigh making me bite my lip ever so tight. he noticed how my teeth dug into my lip making me bleed, he gently kissed my lips to stop my pain.

his fingers ran up and down my cunt making his hand and mattress covered in my juices before slamming his two fingers into my hole making me cry out in pain and pleasure. his pace was at an incredible speed.

tears ran down the side of my eyes of pleasure as my legs shook on his shoulder. ‘that’s a good girl.’ he smirked not taking his eyes off my reaction making him harder and harder at the second. ‘oh liam.’ i cried out loudly ‘yeah love i’m right here.’ he slightly sunk his teeth into my inner thigh so close to my cunt.

i squeezed my eyes tight ‘l-li-liam… your so good holy shit!’ i gripped onto the mattress sheets, arching my back, pulling his fingers out he licked my wet cunt with his tongue, swallowing it in the meantime.

his wet tongue drew circles on my sensitive bud making me wrap my slender fingers through his hair as i cried out his name, his teeth grazed my clit as his fingers began to pump in and out of me. ‘oh fuck li-li no no i’m gonna cum!” i whimpered clenching my legs around him as he pulled his fingers out of me.

he licked all of my excess juices before i looked at him with confusion, my face was all red and flustered as i panted. ‘why’d you stop?’ i whined at the sudden loss as he slipped out of his jeans ‘hold on sweetheart.’ he spat on the palm of his hand pumping his member before lining it up with my entrance

i looked down as he slammed himself into me with no hesitation, at this i arched my back. he slammed immediately to my g spot making me cry out in pleasure ‘fuck! oh yes yes yes.’ i cried out as he moaned and moaned over again ‘fuck your so fucking wet love.’ his rhythm slammed into me again and again and again as i felt like i was passing out and waking up again.

i moaned out as i felt my walls clench around him making him drop his head back, the way he looked engulfed in pleasure made my high reach quick ‘b-baby i’m gonna cum!’ i moaned out as he moved his pace even faster ‘go on sweetheart, me too. fuck.’ he groaned out forgetting to pull out since he didn’t care at this point, if he got you pregnant he wouldn’t care, the way you looked and the way you acted made him fall head over heels for you anyday.

i cried out in pleasure as my climax waved over me making me see stars, i stared at the ceiling panting and exhausted as liam shot his load in me as he held himself up hovering over me for a few moments before falling down on the bed next to me.

‘your fucking amazing you know that?’ he smirked as i giggled ‘maybe.’ i shrugged leaving a kiss on his lips…

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist- Chapter 16: More Than A Woman (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff and some smut.

Words: 2240

Summary: June 1997, Las Vegas. Noel and Y/N finally get married.

A/N: Heya Y'all, I AM BACK ! Thank you for all your kind messages, I really appreciate it ! I feel much better now, and my little neck has healed. Here's chapter 16, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. See you next week for the next chapter. Then the chapter after it will be the epilogue. After finishing the fanfic, I'll start working on all your requests, and I have some. Some Damon juicy stuff (yes he will be back, I promised !) I also started brainstorming a bit on the Ville fanfic, but it'll come later in the year.

Take care of yourselves, lovies !

ENJOY !

(The man's here to serve cunt.)

"Oh, girl, I've known you very well I've seen you growing every day I never really looked before But now you take my breath away Suddenly you're in my life Part of everything I do You got me working day and night Just trying to keep a hold on you Here in your arms, I found my paradise My only chance for happiness And if I lose you now, I think I would die Oh, say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine We can take forever, just a minute at a time More than a woman More than a woman to me More than a woman More than a woman to me"

June 5th 1997- Las Vegas:

After Oasis finished recording “Be Here Now”, Noel and I took some time for us. He took me on a trip to Ibiza, then we went back to town to see our families. Life slowly resumed its course, our spirits and my body healing. We stopped talking about having children for the time being. I just couldn't. I just couldn't. It was like a block. Because I knew I couldn't survive another loss like this one. My heart was still too fragile. And I knew Noel couldn’t too. Another loss like the one we had experienced would lead us to our own.

We were thinking about our wedding. We didn’t have a date yet. We were enjoying life as it was coming.

And in June 1997, we ended up having a trip to Las Vegas with some friends. Kate was present. And she made a suggestion that wasn’t bad but made us end up in a stressful situation.

It would be fun to see you both get married by Elvis.

I laughed.

Really, Elvis? Is it even considered as a real wedding?

It is ! That’s what funny about that.

I looked at Noel, he already was looking at me. I understood in his look that he was hyped by the idea of it. Then I looked back at Kate and started panicking.

Oh no no no no no no. I didn’t even buy my wedding dress! What are you both suggesting me to do here? Noel… did you tell Kate to talk to me about it?

He raised his hands up in the air innocently.

I didn’t ! I can’t deny the idea crossed me skull, but I wasn’t counting on it. He answered

Noel ! I have absolutely nothing with me, it's out of the question.

He lowered his head sadly. The thing was, it worked every time. I couldn't resist his puppy dog look.

Okay, okay… We’ll see later.

And I thought about it and gave up. I growled, before panicking again.

What the fuck are you two getting me into? All right, fine, we'll get married in Vegas. But where am I going to find a dress? I have absolutely nothing to wear!

Kate smiled.

I guess we found the right occasion to go shopping in Vegas darling.

I growled again.

For fuck’s sake… alright. Okay, but let’s find an address and I want to set my conditions.

Noel smiled widely.

Anything ye want.

We'll agree on an exact time and an exact place. You won't see my dress before the ceremony, I'll need time to choose it, I'll need time to do my hair and make-up. We're getting married, but I don't want a botched ceremony. Understood ? And where are we going to find witnesses?

Huh, hello, I’m here ? Kate answered

You of course Kate, but Noel ?

I’ll find.

Fucking hell, that’s unbelievable.

Yes it is, and while you keep saying this, your wedding dress keeps waiting for you. Kate adds

Noel smiled.

Go, I don’t want to see ye both until tonight 11, to this chapel. He answered, showing a chapel a few steps from us

Kate and I started walking, but Noel stopped us.

Oh and Y/N ?

What ? I said, turning back

I’m sure ye’ll be stunning no matter what. He answered smiling at me

I rolled my eyes at him before turning and blushing.

He’s so damn cheesy but cute ! I whispered to Kate, who started laughing

*

- Oh Y/N, look at this one ! Kate said

- Holy… Eww, are you trying to disguise me or summat? I'm not a cowgirl! It may be the American way, but it's definitely not mine!

Kate rolled her eyes.

Then what do you expect to be ? A princess ?

That’s… even worse. I just want something that looks a bit like… Oh ! This one looks good ! I answered, finally finding a dress

I took the dress and looked at it closely.

Doesn’t look bad yeah. It’s… simple. Kate answered, looking at it as well

It as of course a white dress, looking like a nightgown even though it wasn’t. Something simple and comfortable. With it, I picked a flower crown, full of white flowers. Last stop was a florist, where I bought a bouquet of white roses. Kate did the makeup, and at the moment I started taking care of my hair, I heard someone knock at the hotel room’s door. I opened it and was surprised by…

Peggy ?

Hello me sweet Y/N !

I hugged her.

Oh my God, what are you doing here ?

Well I heard you were getting married so I came.

But how… Oh. I see. Noel had been planning for a long time, hasn’t he ?

He has. I’m sorry he didn’t tell ye. He wanted to surprise ye.

Well he kept it a secret.

Someone knocked at the door again. I opened it and I immediately started to cry.

M-M-Mam ?

Hello my girl.

I hugged her, without letting go.

So he told you too ?

Yes, and he told your dad too.

Dad is here ?

Yes. He’s waiting with Noel at the chapel. He’s gonna be his “ bestman”. I wouldn’t miss my little girl’s wedding in any case.

And now you’ll have to redo my makeup… I said, chuckling

My mother smiled.

Oh I wouldn’t miss that. And I wouldn't miss the chance to curl your hair one last time before someone else does it for me. My little girl. My mother answered, tears in her eyes

That’s how my future mother-in-law and my own mother redid my makeup and curled my hair. I couldn’t believe Noel had been planning this behind my back. And so did Kate, because there was no doubt that she was in on it.

Mam, did you… feel I was going to marry Noel one day ?

Peggy and my mother looked at each other.

At the moment he entered your life, I knew it was him sweetheart.

And so did I. Peggy answered

You both say that as if we were meant to be.

But you were. You definitely were. Even when you broke up, I knew you would get back together. You can’t break this bond soulmates have.

*

At 11pm, Kate, Peggy, my mum and I were in front of the chapel.

Are you ready ? Kate asked

Since November 1983.

Are you sure you want to do it ? She pursued

Oh really now ?

Kate smiled

Just joking. Let’s go.

We entered the chapel. Noel was dressed normally, from behind, my father next to him, from the front, smiling at me. He came to me and walked me down the aisle.

You look beautiful darling.

Thank you dad.

And now’s the time I give your hand to someone else. I’m so proud of you and of what you’ve become.

Stop, I’m going to cry again.

In every case, you will. Don’t you think I cried during my wedding to your mother ? Everyone sees me as the hard guy, but just like Noel, I’m a marshmallow inside.

I chuckled.

I wouldn't have suspected it for a second.

We arrived near Noel, and he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. My dad gave my hand to Noel, and I took it, intertwining my fingers with his.

Ye’re the beautifulest missus I’ve ever seen. He said, smiling widerly

And I hate you.

Oh really ? Well, you've made that clear. That’s even why you’re in front of Elvis, here, today.

I hate being trapped.

Ye liar. Ye love surprises, I know it.

I chuckled.

You’re right, I love them. But it has been pretty stressful though.

Ye would have been more stressed in London.

And that’s true too.

The Elvis priest started his speech, and then we took our vows. I improvised mine, as I hadn't had time to prepare them. But that made it all the more moving, didn't it? Then came Noel’s vows.

Okay, hum… Oh, girl, I've known you very well, I've seen you growing every day, I never really looked before, But now you take my breath away…

My mouth was agape.

Are you actually quoting the Bee Gees ? I said, laughing

Shh, shut up. So I was saying…

I burst out of laughter. His vows were lyrics from More Than a Woman. Actually, it was cute. And original. I loved it.

To nobody’s surprise, we both said yes to each other, Elvis singing “Love me Tender” while we were kissing. We took some pictures, alone and with our families before ending up in a limo driving us to the Airport, knowing Noel had a gig in New York the day after.

*

At the second I closed the Limousine’s door and sat beside my now husband, he latched his lips on mine.

I love ye… He said, pulling away

And so do I, mister Gallagher. But I still hate you.

But you married me, mrs Gallagher.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was Y/N Gallagher.

why wasn't Liam there?

He couldn’t, soz.

It's true that I would have liked him and another of my witnesses to be there. But I have to admit that... it was the most beautiful and thrilling surprise you've ever given me.

Noel kissed me again, slowly at first. But it quickly turned into a passionate kiss. His hands began to explore my body, settling on my hips and tapping them. I knew what he wanted, and I was about to give him.

I pulled my dress up to my thighs and hovered him, kissing him again, our tongues dancing together in a sensual and passionate kiss.

I want ye… He said

Oh yeah ? Right here ?

No one will know…

So I unbuttoned his trousers, and opened his boxers, and started grinding on his hardness, while grabbing his lips again with mine. Noel slipped his hand under my dress, finding my wetness and realising at the same time that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Mrs Gallagher… ye’re driving me mad…

Mad ? Or mad fer it ?

Both…

He started kissing me again, Teasing my entrance with his length and plunged into me.

We both moaned in unison. Noel let me get adjusted to his size, whimpering.

Fuck… I love ye Y/N.

My response was a smile and a caress on his cheek.

I started rolling my hips against his, feeling him deeper in me.

Noel gripped my hips, looking at me with love and lust in his eyes.  This same look I was used to. This look I always saw when we were making love. It’s like he was admiring me, as if I was his eighth wonder.

As I kept moving, I brought our climaxes closer.

And if you asked me, I would never have thought that one day I was going to make love with Noel in a limo.

Fuck Y/N…

Oh God, I love you too Noel…

He bit his lower lip, his face contorsionning with pleasure.

Come on me love… You can let it all go…

And that was what was needed to me to be thrown over the edge. I was a trembling mess, head thrown back in pleasure as I came undone, his name on my lips. He followed shortly after, my name on his.

We just kept like this, kissing and hugging until we arrived at the airport.

Let a new adventure begin, Mrs Gallagher.

Yeah. Let a new adventure begin…

Are ye okay ?

Yeah, I was just thinking about your vows. You literally quoted the Bee Gees. I loved it.

I did because the lyrics mean a lot to me. They really describe what I feel fer ye. What ye mean to me. I know how to write a love song, but the lyrics are beyond what I can do. You are more than a woman to me. You are strong, a warrior, my sarcastic little shit, my lover, and the love of my life. I can’t see meself living without ye.

I smiled widely and kissed him.

There, these are vows.

[sw33tsuccubus]

Drunken Rants

pairing: Liam Gallagher x reader

summary: You hang out with your best friend for the first time in months.

genre: angst/comfort

word count: 1.5k

F/n = Friend name. Head’s up: he’s unliked.

Every time he thought about you, a smile was brought onto his face. You always managed to do so; there with him or not. You supported him when he was weak enough to feel like he wasn’t enough. He knew he could confide in you. You were his best friend.

He sipped from his beer, taking a deep breath and looking at his surroundings. He was standing on the sidewalk, surrounded by corporate buildings. He recognized a few, knowing he wasn’t far from a friend’s house.

He took a few more sips of beer before sighing aloud. Maybe going to see them wasn’t the best idea. He frowned at the thought; what if they hadn’t forgiven him? He’d done his best to apologize. He’d done it in person, called, left voicemails, sent letters and even gifts. He was never forgiven, was he?

He groaned and looked pitifully at his beer. He chugged it.

~~~

You were watching a movie, sitting in between Liam and F/n. A bowl of popcorn was settled in your lap, cans of soda in each of your hands. Liam brought his Pepsi to his lips, sipping it just as a jumpscare popped onto the screen. His eyes flinched, though his body didn’t.

F/n chuckled, throwing an arm around tour shoulders.

“You nervous, Y/n? I’ll protect ya.”

You roll your eyes. Liam chuckles a bit on your left.

“It wasn’t even scary, shut up.”

He looked back at the screen, still grinning. His arm stayed around your shoulder. You didn’t say anything, though it slightly bugged you.

As the movie went on, F/n’s body pressed closer and closer up against yours, until you were pressed side to side. You were uncomfortable, feeling his breathing next to your ear. After around seven minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore. You excused yourself, saying you finished your drink, standing to head to the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter, half full drink in hand. You took some deep breaths, staring at the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Leaving Liam with F/n probably wasn’t a good idea.

Liam wasn’t very fond of F/n. Thought he was annoying, always following the two of you around. Unbeknownst to either you nor your best friend, F/n loathed Liam. He thought that he had a big crush on you and was trying to take you out. F/n had had a crush on you since he was assigned the seat next to you in history class. 

F/n did everything in his power to stay your friend, ultimately tagging along with you and Liam to almost everything. Liam’s brother Noel wasn’t a big fan of F/n, luckily. He refused to let the boy enter his room, so it would just be Liam and you hanging out at the Gallagher house.

Noel liked you; you kept Liam’s head in the game. You were like fresh air; if Liam was upset, you could either say something nice or even just smile at him and he’d be alright.

Sometimes Liam got into arguments with F/n, though it was natural. He’d tell the boy he was being obnoxious without hesitation, and sometimes he’d talk to you about a time you hung out without F/n just to annoy him.

Liam had recently come off tour with Oasis, and wanting to take a break, he asked to hang out with you. Unluckily for him, F/n heard he was in town and suggested you all watched a movie. Luckily for him, Liam had asked to spend the night with you, whereas F/n didn’t know and would be at home.

“Y/n? You alright back there?”

Liam’s familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. Got distracted looking at the photos. I’ll be right out.”

You quickly lied, pouring your drink down the sink and throwing it into the trash bin. You would have preferred keeping it, but that would seem suspicious.

You walked back into the living room, sitting in between the two. Knowing F/n would most likely try again, you leaned against Liam and let out a quiet sigh. 

F/n glanced at you two, his face not hiding his disappointment. He must’ve done something wrong. Did he not kiss you fast enough? There was always some other time.

When the movie finally ended, Liam glanced down at you. Noticing you were awake, he cocked an eyebrow.

“You alright?”

He whispered, prompting you to glance at him. You hum slightly, quickly glancing to F/n and then back to Liam. Your best friend nods, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“You can go home, F/n. I’ll stay and help Y/n clean up.”

The boy looked at the two of you.

“You sure?”

You nodded.

“It’s fine. See you around?”

He smiled a bit before nodding. You wanted to see him again!

“Yeah, sure. Bye, Y/n. Bye Liam.”

He headed towards the front door, putting on his shoes and jumper before exiting. You walked to the door and locked it behind him, sighing with relief.

“He was being extra weird tonight. Threw an arm around me, leaned up against me. I could feel his breath on my ear.”

You shuddered, walking into the living room and grabbing the popcorn bowl. Liam gathered whatever cans were lying around, taking them into the kitchen to be thrown away.

“Really weird. I think he might like you.”

“Oh, don’t say that.”

You cringed, shaking your head at the thought. F/n wasn’t even really your friend. You couldn’t see him as anything more as a nuisance, to be honest.

“Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you?”

Liam teased, dropping the cans into the bin. You groaned.

“I hope he doesn’t think I’m leading him on by inviting him with us. Oh, this is so bad.”

Liam walked over, stopping beside you, giving you some space.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I could put him into his place.”

He put up his fists, pretending to fight someone. You grinned at him; he could be really dorky. You loved him.

The night went by pretty smoothly, until you both decided to break out the alcohol.

Drunk, he’s a different person. He could already be mean, but he was only ever jokingly mean to you. Drunk, he didn’t watch what he said. He’d throw multiple verbal knives at you.

At one point, something in your voice must have set him off. You were talking about a book you had read recently, when Liam decided he would dump on you.

“You know, you can be kind of annoying sometimes.”

You blinked at the bluntness, frowning at your best friend.

“What?”

“You need to put F/n in his place. He’s getting on my nerves.”

“It might hurt him, leaving him out of things.”

“You remind me of a bunny. Quick to defend yourself, but otherwise stupid.”

“You remind me of a bear. Big and relentless, you tear down things around you.”

Liam blinked at you. You blinked at him. 

“At least people like me and know who I am. I see how people are behind your back. Not to mention the amount of groupies I’ve got. Never forget that you’re stuck in Manchester, while everyone in the UK knows my name!”

Liam didn’t know his point for the little rant he went on, but to you, it seemed like Liam thought of you as a disposable follower. Like the moment he met someone slightly better than you, he’d stop talking to you and be their best friend instead. You let out a huff, glaring at Liam.

“Yeah? Find someone who can fit your standards then. I’m done.”

“What do you mean, you’re done?”

“I mean you constantly put me down and expect me to do your bidding. I don’t want to be a blind follower.”

What you said wasn’t true, but neither of you were in the mindspace to care. Liam’s blue eyes seemed to stare directly into your soul, accessing you. Were you serious?

“Get out of my house, William.”

He cringed, knowing this had gone too far. Ashamed of himself, he stood.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You looked away from him, and he knew what you meant. You’d done it before, that time he’d killed the ladybug you were staring at. He made his way through the house, getting his shoes and sweater on. 

His aggravation had come from F/n. He was being annoying while you were throwing away your soda can, and Liam got to thinking about everything F/n had ever done. Hearing your voice drone on pushed him over the edge.

If only he’d watch over himself.

~~~

You were settled on the couch, reading one of your favorite books. The weather had been muggy lately, and you were waiting for a change. It was chilly, but not cold enough to wear your winter clothes. It was putting you off.

At the end of the chapter you were reading, you heard the doorbell. It was pressed obsessively, and you groaned.

You out your bookmark into the novel, standing up from the couch and making your way to the front door. You opened it, a slightly annoyed expression on your face, just to be replaced by a look of blown away shock.

Liam stood there, dressed in his usual pair of jeans and a baggy white sweater. His face unshaved, scruff decorating his face. His hair was in the usual short cut, though it was slightly messy. His eyes were relaxed, seeming far away. You could tell immediately he was drunk.

“What are you doing here, Liam?”

“Missed you.”

He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. His hands grasp together before he pulls you into a signature Liam bear hug. His head tucks into your shoulder, and you sigh, hugging back.

“Missed you too.”

He backed away, smiling widely. You let him enter, locking the door behind the two of you. You entered the living room, seeing him already sitting on the couch.

He leaned his head against the back of the couch, letting out a low groan.

“We haven’t talked in forever! Has anything changed at all?”

You thought it over as you lowered yourself beside him. You couldn’t think of anything that had changed. 

“Not quite. You?”

He shook his head, reaching an arm out and pulling you against his side. He laid his head against yours and sighed.

“There’s been so much we’ve missed out on. We should go hang out.”

“I don’t think so. You’re clearly drunk.”

“Just watch over me! I’ll do my best to not be stupid. Promise.”

You eyed at the brunette. He seemed to be telling the truth, his eyes filled with a look you couldn’t quite place.

“Fine.”

~~~

Out of all the places the two of you could’ve gone, you didn’t expect him to take you to the park.

The dark made the place seem eerie, slightly scary even. Liam made his way to the monkey bars almost immediately, climbing atop of them and sitting up there.

“Don’t fall.”

You sat at the bottom of the slide, keeping your eyes on Liam. He pulled a cigarette packet from his jeans pocket, extracting one and putting the packet back. He grabbed his lighter next, lighting it and taking a puff.

He started telling you about everything that had happened; tour went fine, though Noel would occasionally be whiny. They shot a music video, and Noel wrote some songs he wants to record with the band while they’re on break. Maybe he could get a deal and write some songs in that time. He missed you.

You smiled lightly at Liam. He had two drunken sides. Rude, not filtering what he said. Then, there was just plain unfiltered Liam. He said anything that came to mind, without being mean about it.

“I wish I hadn’t said all that. Wanna swing on the swings?”

You stood, walking to the swings. He hopped down from the monkey bars, walking beside you towards them.

“I didn’t mean to say all that either.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

“Can we be best friends again?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

He pulled you into another bear hug, grinning even wider.

“We could be more, honestly. I always thought we’d be a cool couple, Noel always told me to finally ask you out and I never did and felt so bad, but will you be my partner?”

You blinked at him. This had to be the best drunken rant you were subject to. You smiled at Liam, nodding.

“Yes.”

He squeezed you even tighter, and you gasped.

“I can’t be your partner if you kill me, Liam!”

“Sorry!”

[il0vemusicsm]

“𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙉”

fem reader x noel gallagher

•genre-fluff

•warnings- a few curse words

*requested by Lasheshavetobeblack on wattpad

summary: y/n is really annoyed at Noel's guitar playing and this is how married with children comes up

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THE CLOCK right beside y/n's bed marks 3:00 and she certainly should be asleep by now

why is she awake? you must be questioning yourself

Noel's guitar playing is a non stop situation in her house

he literally plays it in every opportunity possible but the only actual free time he has is at night and tonight couldn't be different

Y/n reaches for his shoulder and taps it gently as to not disturb her boyfriend too much

"Noel can you please stop playing? i need to sleep...some of us have to wake up early to work you know?" she whines fixing her hair with her left hand and getting closer to the boy who’s on the corner of the bed

"yea yea I'm almost finishing this song...lemme play it for you" looking straight to her eyes he starts strumming a nice rhythm:

*There's no need for you to say you're sorry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I don't care no more so don't you worry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I hate the way that even though you know you're wrong

You say you're right

I hate the books you read and all your friends

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night

There's no need for you to say you're sorry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I don't care no more so don't you worry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I hate the way that you are so sarcastic

And you're not very bright

You think that everything you've done's fantastic

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night*

"I know the chorus is a bit repetitive but I really can't come up with a different one" the man explains as his gaze shifts to his calloused fingers

"I can see that I am the inspiration for this song...and you're right you're music is shite" her joke lights up the mood and both of them laugh while a comfortable silence with no guitar playing becomes present

"my music is not shite c'mon"Noel answers and this time he is the one slagging your shoulder "you like Radiohead for fuck sake"

"there's nothing wrong with Radiohead"she answers with anger filling her voice "sometimes is nice to listen to sad songs...AND SONGS WITH MEANING"

"Don't go around dissing my music"he snaps "they do have meaning...but who needs to discover it is the listener,not me"

"I got you,mister rock n roll star" y/n says making a quotation marks movement with her hand

"I'm glad you know what I am" he states really proud of himself "now let's go to bed sleepy head,you're almost sleeping while I'm talking to you"

"I am exhausted don't blame me" tiredness fills the girls voice as she pulls the blanket over her delicate body "now come here,you're the big spoon today"

she pats the bed place right on her side the boy immediately puts his guitar away and lays down embracing her

"what are you going to call the song?" she asks closing her eyes

"married with children"he answers as if it was nothing

"why's that?" she asks happily

"we are going to be married with children one day...and you will thank me for writing these songs and annoying you cause they will be the reason you won't work" now he is the one closing his eyes

"oh yeah I won't be working in the future?"

he nods "good good,I deserve it after listening to this really bad songs"

"don't even start y/n"

"I won't...now let's sleep" her body is fully relaxed but interrupting the silence she confesses once again "I love you babe"

"I love you too" and she knows he means it

[biblical-chronicles]

New arrival

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where the newly moved-in reader makes Noel start leaving his room for once.

Pt.1 | Pt.2

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The first time you met Peggy, it had been by pure chance. You were at the local grocer’s, struggling to calculate the best way to stretch what little cash you had. You’d been eyeing a dented tin of soup when she approached, friendly as anything, and started chatting. By the time you’d finished checking out, she’d not only figured out you were new in town but also offered a spare room in her house on the condition that you help out around the place and chip in a little for rent.

You’d nearly cried on the spot. It wasn’t easy being in a new city, broke, and trying to get your footing. Her kindness was a lifeline you hadn’t expected but desperately needed. So, a few days later, with your single suitcase in tow, you arrived at the Gallagher household.

Peggy opened the door before you could even knock properly, a smile already on her face. “Oh, there you are, love! Come in, come in—don’t stand out there like a lost lamb.”

You stepped inside, immediately hit with the comforting smell of home cooking and the faint scent of cigarettes lingering somewhere in the background. Peggy took your suitcase before you could protest, leading you through the narrow hallway.

“Right, so this is the front room,” she said, gesturing to a space crowded with mismatched furniture and stacks of magazines. “And that’s the kitchen through there—help yourself to a brew whenever you like. The loo’s upstairs, and your room’s just down here.”

She led you to a small room at the back of the house. It was cramped, with a worn-out couch shoved against one wall and a pile of boxes stacked in the corner, but it was clean and cozy enough.

“It’s not much, I know,” Peggy said, wringing her hands. “We’ve just never had much use for this room—bit of a dumping ground, really. But you’ll make it your own, eh?”

“It’s perfect,” you assured her, dropping your bag on the couch. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Gallagher. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

“Oh, none of that now,” she said, waving a hand. “It’s Peggy to you, love. And you’re family now, alright? Just pull your weight and we’ll get on fine.”

You smiled, genuinely touched by her warmth. Peggy gave you a quick rundown of the house rules—nothing too strict—and left you to settle in.

Later, as you were unpacking, a knock came at the door. You turned to see a man about your age leaning against the frame, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alright, love? I’m Liam,” he said, arms crossed over his chest. “Mum said we’ve got a new lodger. Proper fit one too, by the looks of it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Is that how you greet everyone?”

“Nah, just the special ones,” he shot back, winking. “So, what’s your story then?”

You spent the next few minutes chatting, his sharp tongue making you laugh easily.

Eventually, Peggy’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Liam, stop pestering her! She’s had a long day!”

“She loves it, Mum!” Liam called back, making you laugh again. “See? She’s smilin���.”

Peggy appeared in the doorway a moment later, hands on her hips. “Don’t mind him, love. He’s harmless—just got a big gob on him.”

“Oi!” Liam protested, feigning offense.

Peggy rolled her eyes before turning back to you. “There’s another one knocking about somewhere, Noel. He’s upstairs with his guitar, like always. You’ll probably see him at tea time, if he bothers to come down.”

Liam snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, don’t get your hopes up, love. He’s all bent for that bloody guitar. Doesn’t care about owt else. I reckon he humps it when no one's lookin'.”

“Liam!” Peggy scolded, smacking him lightly on the arm.

“What? Just sayin’,” he said, grinning at you.

You laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “Sounds fun.”

“Oh, you’ve no idea,” Peggy muttered, giving Liam a look. “Now, go on, you. Leave her be.”

Liam winked at you as he turned to go. “Don’t let her fool you, love—she’s scarier than me when she’s in a mood.”

With that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving you laughing and shaking your head.

Peggy sighed, but there was a fondness in her expression. “He’s a good lad, really. Just likes to push his luck. Now, let me finish up tea, and you can meet Noel hopefully.”

You nodded, already feeling more at home than you had in weeks.

When Noel finally made his appearance at the table, it was almost as if a shadow had swept into the room. His blue eyes flicked over you briefly, taking you in with a glance that felt both assessing and uninterested at the same time.

“Noel,” Peggy said, her tone sharp but affectionate. “This is our new lodger. Be nice.”

“Alright.” Noel muttered, sitting down at the table without much fanfare. He grabbed a plate and started serving himself, not sparing you another look.

“Nice to meet you.” you offered, trying not to let his cold demeanor throw you off.

“Yeah, you too.” he replied, his tone flat but polite enough.

Liam snorted, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Don’t mind him, love. This is probably the first time he has spoken to a bird in weeks.”

Noel shot Liam a glare. “Shut it, knobhead.”

Peggy sighed. “That’s enough, the both of you.”

As the meal went on, Noel stayed mostly quiet, occasionally chiming in when Peggy or Liam addressed him directly. He didn’t seem rude, just… guarded, like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you yet.

When the plates were nearly cleared, Noel stood abruptly, picking up his plate to take it to the kitchen. “I’ll be in me room.” he muttered, already heading for the door.

Liam rolled his eyes, leaning toward you with a grin. “Off to wank over his guitar, no doubt.”

You chuckled softly but, before you knew it, the words were slipping out of your mouth. “I mean, I get it. It’s nice to have summat you’re that passionate about, especially when that thing is music.”

Noel froze mid-step, turning to look at you properly for the first time all evening. His eyes narrowed slightly, not in a suspicious way, but more like he was trying to figure you out. “You play or summat?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging. “Been in a few bands back home, nowt serious. Just for fun.”

Liam laughed, shaking his head. “Careful, love. He’s gonna adopt you now.”

But Noel wasn’t listening to Liam anymore. His focus was entirely on you. “You any good?”

You smirked, leaning back in your chair. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

For the first time all evening, a small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of Noel’s mouth. “Alright. Come on, then.”

You followed him upstairs to his room, leaving Liam and Peggy exchanging amused glances at the table.

Noel’s room was cramped, with an unmade bed shoved into one corner and clothes scattered everywhere. He picked his guitar up—a well-worn acoustic that looked like it had seen better days—and handed it to you without a word.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, testing the strings and adjusting the tuning slightly before strumming a few chords. Noel watched you intently, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

After a minute, you started playing a song you knew by heart, your fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. As you played, you glanced up at him, half-expecting him to look unimpressed, but his face had softened.

“Not bad,” he said when you finished, his tone casual but with a hint of something warmer underneath. “Got a good ear.”

“Thanks,” you said, handing the guitar back to him. “Your turn.”

He smirked, taking the guitar and sitting down next to you. He played a few riffs, his fingers moving over the fretboard with a precision and ease that made your jaw drop a little.

“Alright, show-off.” you teased, nudging him lightly.

He laughed—a quiet, almost shy sound that took you by surprise. “Can’t help it, can I? Spent half me life with this thing.”

The two of you spent the next hour trading songs and chatting. At first, Noel was reserved, keeping his answers short and to the point. But as time went on, he started to relax, his dry humor shining through as he told you stories and inquired more about you.

By the end of the night, he was sitting closer to you than he had been before, his knee brushing against yours as he handed you the guitar again.

“You’ve got somethin’,” he said, his voice softer now. “Dunno what it is, but… yeah. I reckon you’ll fit in here just fine.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. For all his initial standoffishness, there was something incredibly endearing about Noel when he let his guard down. And little did you know that this little interaction had him sold entirely.

Days turned into weeks, and Noel's obsession with you only deepened. It started small, little things that seemed almost sweet—offering to make you a brew, or conveniently showing up wherever you were in the house, even if it meant abandoning his guitar mid-strum. But as time went on, his behavior became almost laughably obvious to everyone except, apparently, you.

The first hint of jealousy cropped up one evening when Liam was sprawled on the couch next to you, the pair of you laughing at something on the telly. You had your legs tucked under you, leaning into Liam slightly as you pointed at the screen and whispered something that had him laughing so loud Peggy poked her head in to shush him.

Noel walked into the room just in time to see Liam sling an arm casually over the back of the couch, his hand dangerously close to your shoulder. The sight made Noel’s jaw tighten.

“You two havin’ a laugh?” he asked, his tone sharp enough to cut through the cozy atmosphere.

Liam turned his head lazily, smirking. “Alright, Noel? We were just watchin’ this show. Dead funny. You’d love it if you could tear yourself away from yer room.”

Noel ignored him, his eyes flicking to you. “You good?”

You smiled up at him, oblivious to the tension radiating off of him. “Yeah, this show’s brilliant. Want to join?”

Noel shook his head. “Nah, I’ll leave you to it.” he muttered, but the way he glared at Liam as he left the room spoke volumes.

From then on, Noel made a point to position himself as close to you as possible at all times. If Liam sat next to you on the couch, Noel would plop himself down on your other side, his knee brushing yours as he leaned over to "grab a closer look" at whatever you were doing. If you laughed at something Liam said, Noel would immediately chime in with something wittier, his eyes flicking to you for your reaction.

The closeness between you and Noel also began to shift in the physical realm. The first time he hugged you, it was after you’d come home from running errands, your arms full of shopping bags. He’d taken the bags from you, muttering something about how you shouldn’t be carrying all that on your own, and when you thanked him, he surprised you by pulling you into a quick, one-armed hug.

“Don’t mention it.” he said gruffly, but the way he lingered just a second too long told you otherwise.

From then on, the hugs became more frequent, and longer. One rainy afternoon, you were sitting on the couch, feeling a bit low. Noel wandered in and immediately noticed your mood.

“You alright, love?” he asked, sitting next to you and nudging your knee with his.

“Yeah, just one of those days.” you said with a shrug.

Without a word, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You’re alright now, yeah?” he murmured, his hand rubbing small circles on your arm.

In that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world, and neither of you seemed in any hurry to pull away.

Even Peggy noticed the shift. One morning, as you and Noel were sitting at the kitchen table, your chairs pulled a little closer than necessary, she just walked in and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy.” she said, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

You laughed it off, but Noel’s ears turned red as he busied himself with his tea.

And then there were the little gestures. Noel, who had never cared much for shopping, suddenly became incredibly interested in it—specifically, in buying things for you.

One afternoon, you mentioned in passing that you missed a certain brand of chocolate from your hometown. Two days later, Noel showed up with a bag full of it, muttering something about how he just “happened to see it at the shop.”

Liam, of course, didn’t miss the opportunity. “Look at him, eh? He’s oh so conveniently found a stack of her favourite sweets.”

Noel shot him a glare but didn’t bother denying it. If anything, he seemed almost proud of it.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon by the time you returned from running errands. Kicking off your shoes by the door, you carried the groceries into the kitchen, pausing at the faint trace of cologne in the air.

“Evenin’.” you called out as you began unpacking the bag.

“Evenin’, love,” Liam replied, leaning against the living room doorway with his signature smirk. “You’ve just missed the show—our Noel’s been struttin’ about like he’s headlining Wembley.”

Curious, you poked your head into the living room and immediately saw what Liam was on about. Noel was standing by a chair, looking… different. His usual sweater had been swapped for a neatly pressed, blue button-up shirt, his hair styled so it actually framed his face, not sticking out in every direction like usual.

You tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “What’s the occasion?” you asked, your tone light. “Are you goin' town? I thought we were supposed to watch the telly together.”

Noel froze at your words, his gaze darting between you and Liam. “What? No. Yeah—I mean, no. We’re watchin’ the telly. Together. Of course.”

Liam started laughing so hard he had to brace himself against the doorway. “Christ,” he wheezed. “Did you hear that? Smooth as sandpaper, he is. Mate, you’ve been rehearsin’ this all day!”

“Shut it.” Noel snapped, though the pink rising in his cheeks betrayed him.

But Liam wasn’t done. “You even did your hair!” he pointed out, gesturing dramatically toward Noel. “All this for a night sat on your arse. Swear down, he’s gone from humpin’ his guitar to wantin’ to hump the poor bird.”

“Liam!” Peggy’s sharp voice cut through the room as she entered from the hallway, giving her younger son a solid smack on the arm. “Mind your bloody mouth!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene, your cheeks warming at Liam’s antics. But as Noel stood there, his usual confidence clearly knocked a peg or two, you knew you had to reassure him.

“Oh, don’t be so mean,” you said, stepping closer to Noel and giving Liam a pointed look. Then you turned your attention to Noel, your voice softening. “He’s just jealous. Look at you—you look great.”

Noel blinked, caught completely off-guard.

You smiled, gesturing to his shirt. “Blue suits you. It really brings out your eyes. And the hair—” you reached up without thinking, brushing a strand off his forehead— “yeah, just frames your face dead nice.”

Liam let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Bloody hell, you’re feedin’ his ego now? He looks ridiculous.”

“Better than feeding yours,” you shot back, your grin turning playful. “When was the last time you wore something that didn’t look like it came out of a bin bag?”

Liam’s jaw dropped, and he searched for a comeback, but Peggy cut him off with a sharp look. “That’s enough, Liam,” she said, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Go and set the table if you’ve got so much energy to spare.”

Grumbling under his breath, Liam walked off toward the kitchen, leaving you and Noel standing alone.

For a moment, the room was quiet, and you turned back to Noel, who still looked a little stunned. “Sorry if that embarrassed you,” you said, lowering your voice. “I just… wanted you to know you look really nice tonight.”

Noel cleared his throat, finally finding his voice. “Nah, you’re alright,” he muttered, though his tone was softer than usual. His lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile. “Thanks. For that. You didn’t have to…”

“Of course I did,” you replied, shrugging as you gestured toward the couch. “Come on, then. You didn’t get all dressed up just to stand there, did you?”

Noel followed you to the couch without a word, but the faint flush on his cheeks lingered.

The two of you quickly settled side by side in your own little bubble of comfort. The nonsense on the screen barely registered as you both sat there, only half-paying attention. It had become a bit of a routine, watching random shows, making occasional comments, and slipping into silence when the need for words wasn’t there.

You shifted slightly, making yourself more comfortable. Your body brushed against his, and you felt the warmth radiating from him. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and you mirrored the position, just close enough that your knees nearly touched.

Ten minutes passed, the silence stretching between you both, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. You couldn’t help but notice the way Noel sat there, his arm resting against the back of the couch. A small, part of you wanted him to pull you closer, just a little—just enough for your shoulders to brush or for his arm to casually drape across your shoulders. You had no reason to think that he would. He hadn’t done anything like that yet, but the thought of it swirled in your mind, a quiet longing that seemed to grow the longer you sat there.

You couldn’t help but feel that flutter of nervous excitement. You wanted to be closer, wanted him to reach out to you without it feeling like a game anymore.

You sighed quietly, trying not to let your thoughts get too far ahead of you. It was silly, really, this want. But a small part of you couldn’t deny the warmth in your chest at the idea of him holding you. Not just sitting next to you. Not just being close, but touching you in a way that felt more... more real.

And maybe Noel could feel the shift too, because after a long moment, you noticed him turn just slightly towards you, his arm brushing against yours. It wasn’t much—just a simple movement, a shift of his body, but the connection was there.

For a few more minutes, nothing changed, and you almost started to think that maybe it was just wishful thinking on your part. But then, Noel’s hand moved. He shifted closer, just a fraction, and you didn’t pull away. Your leg brushed against his, his fingers lightly grazed the back of your hand. It wasn’t a gesture that screamed boldness. It was subtle, casual, but the touch made your heart race.

You let out a small breath, realizing just how much you had wanted that connection. And without thinking too much about it, you leaned just a little into him, pressing the side of your shoulder against his arm.

The moment you did, Noel didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand slowly moved to your shoulder, his fingers making the briefest contact before resting there. His touch was light, but it was enough to send a rush of warmth through your body. You glanced up at him, and he caught your eye for a second before quickly looking away, his fingers still resting on your shoulder.

Neither of you said anything, the touch just lingered a little longer than necessary, and you had the sense that Noel, for the first time, was letting it happen, letting that closeness build without pulling away or hiding behind his usual defenses.

You moved your head slightly, resting it against his shoulder, just to test how he might respond. His breath caught, and for a second, you thought he might stiffen or push you away. But instead, he shifted, subtly adjusting himself until he was sitting closer to you, and you were a little more tucked into his side.

The quiet game was starting, but neither of you acknowledged it. It wasn’t a decision made consciously, just two people testing the waters, inch by inch, seeing how far they could go without tipping the balance.

You let your body relax into him, slowly, and before long, you felt his hand shift again. This time, it slid from your shoulder to your waist. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken.

You couldn’t really pinpoint the exact moment, but before you knew it, you were fully pressed against him. His arm had slid fully around your shoulders now, and your legs were tangled together on the couch. The small space between you had disappeared, leaving you both in a sort of cocoon, limbs entangled as you sat there, side by side, your body against his.

You realized that your head had shifted from his shoulder to rest against his chest, and his hand, still on your waist, had moved to hold your side as he settled further into the couch. Your leg was tucked between his, and you were pretty much half in his lap, your bodies fully intertwined.

It wasn’t awkward, though. It felt right. And before you could second-guess it, you both melted into the moment.

The show was still on in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Your focus was on each other now—on the way your bodies fit together, the way your hearts were pounding in the silence that surrounded you.

But before you could even process how close you had become, Liam’s voice interrupted.

“Oi, what’s this, then?” he said, standing at the door with his arms crossed, clearly amused by the sight of you two tangled up on the couch. “You two look like a bloody pair of lovebirds.”

Noel tensed immediately, his hand almost going stiff where it rested on your waist, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave Liam a lazy glance, still keeping you close.

“Piss off, Liam.” Noel muttered, but it lacked any real heat. His voice was soft, almost protective, like he didn’t want anyone messing with this moment.

You, embarrassed but still laughing, tried to shift away just a little, but Noel’s hand tightened on your waist, keeping you exactly where you were.

“Jesus, Noel. You’ve got her all curled up like a cat.” Liam snickered, but after a moment, he sighed and turned to leave, muttering something about you two getting all soppy.

Once Liam was gone, you glanced back up at Noel. He seemed almost unsure, his eyes flicking to you with a mix of confusion and something else—something you couldn’t quite name yet. You weren’t sure if he was second-guessing the way things had unfolded, but when you shifted in his arms to get more comfortable, you didn’t hesitate. You slipped right back into his embrace, practically shimming your way in once again.

He froze for a second, caught off guard, but when he looked down at you, he didn’t pull away. His arm automatically slid around you once more. “Aren’t you gettin’ a bit too comfy now?” he asked, his voice a little shaky, but he tried to make it sound casual.

You looked up at him, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “Oh yeah, I’ve got the best seat in the house.” you said, a little playfulness in your voice. You felt the familiar warmth spreading through your chest as his arm tightened around you.

You both settled back, the closeness no longer feeling so new. There was something more natural about it now, as though you had finally crossed the line into something deeper.

And when you both laughed at something stupid on screen, you looked up at him. No words were needed. The kiss came easily, both of you giving into it without hesitation.

As it deepened, the urgency became undeniable. His lips pressed harder against yours, and you could feel the way his body moved closer.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands, feeling his chest against yours as the kiss grew more desperate. You felt his fingers brush down your back, pulling you into him, his body responding just as eagerly as yours.

His lips trailed down your jaw and then to your neck, a soft breath escaping his lips as he kissed along the curve of your skin. You tilted your head, giving him more room, the feeling of his lips against your neck made you shiver, your pulse racing with the intimacy of it all.

When he pulled back, his hands still resting on your back, his eyes quickly found yours. There was a flicker of hesitation, of something unspoken.

You felt the same tension in the air, and for once, you both knew exactly what it was. You’d been dancing around it for weeks, the subtle touches, the stolen glances, the moments when neither of you could pretend anymore.

Noel swallowed, his voice low, almost hesitant, but there was something raw in it that you could feel in your chest. "I—" he started, then stopped, running a hand through his hair as if trying to gather his thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve ever… been this sure about anything. About you.” His voice was thick with emotion, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes.

You held his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.” you murmured, your fingers gently brushing along his jaw.

“No,” he said quickly, his hand gripping your wrist gently but firmly, pulling it back to his chest. “I need to say it. Because I’m bloody terrified of this, yeah, but… I need you to know. I… I think I’m in love with you.”

The words hung in the air for a while, and you felt your heart skip a beat as he looked at you with a vulnerable expression.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face. The ache in your chest had been there all along, but hearing him finally say it out loud made everything feel right. You leaned in and kissed him softly, just a press of lips, to reassure him that you felt the same.

When you pulled back, you smiled, your hand still resting on his chest, your fingers brushing his shirt. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while, too.” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

A relieved laugh escaped him, and he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “About bloody time, eh?”

You giggled, and your lips found his again, kissing him more deeply this time. You felt his hands sliding to your back, pulling you closer, and your legs shifted, making you slip into his lap with a soft gasp.

His lips moved to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair, and he groaned, his lips brushing over your pulse point before kissing along the curve of your neck.

You shifted again, your body pressing against his in a way that felt so right, so perfect. Your lips were swollen now, yet neither of you cared, not when you were so lost in the way it felt to be so close to each other. His hands moved back up to your neck, and you gasped when his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, kissing it lightly before nibbling gently.

You could feel him smile against your skin, and you laughed softly. When you pulled away for a moment, breathless, you looked at him and whispered, “So, are we official now?”

Noel smirked, his hands still on your waist, and for a second, you both just looked at each other, grinning like idiots. “I’d say so,” he said, his voice low, full of a playful confidence you hadn’t heard before. “But just so you know, you’re stuck with me now. Don’t think you can get rid of me that easy.”

You laughed, kissing him again, your fingers trailing over his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you murmured against his lips, before diving back into the kiss, both of you losing yourselves in the moment, unable to stop.

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cute cute cute xxx

loved the request, I love domestic stuff like that. Hope all you lot will like it as well !!

also, love Noel being labelled as Liam in the gif (swear down I don't know how people confuse them, they look dead different? similar features ofc but come on)

Pt. 2 here x

[leaawrites]

I can’t tell you the way I feel

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Liam takes on a dare from his friends, he doesn't believe of finding himself making the biggest mistake in his life.

Warnings: suggestive content, allusions to sex, angst, Liam being a dumb cunt

Wordcount: 1.6k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Masterlist

Waking before Liam did meant she had all of his peace to herself. No thought in his mind disturbing them, nobody around that could harm them. It was just their two bodies, tangled in love and sheets.

Reluctantly she began tracing the outline of his face. Her finger moving over his jaw, his lips, down his adam’s apple and over his collarbone. Softly tracing the bone that was stretching his skin towards her, calling for her.

Focused on her finger and how it found it’s way so effortlessly over his body, she didn’t notice Liam’s eyes opening. Confused at first, though softening when seeing her by his side. His arm tightening around her waist, pulling her closer. The sheet covering her chest falling down, exposing her cold skin to his warm one.

“Morning, love,” he greeted her, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. His voice raspy and still lower than she’d ever heard it before.

“Morning,” she answered back, a slight heat rising up her neck and rushing to her cheeks the longer he looked at her. His eyes never wavering from her own gaze, fixated on him.

Drawing small circles on her hips, he smiled as she took his other hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. Slowly leaving a trail of kisses up his arm, over his chest and on his neck, he let out a soft groan in reaction. His nose pressed against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her bare skin.

Her soft lips gently sucked against the flesh under his ear. Giggling against his skin when she felt his arms around her waist tighten. His hands squeezing her hips.

Two bare chests pressed against each other, falling and rising in sync. Breathing as one.

“Wait, love. Stop.” His voice sounded desperate, like she hurt him. Soft, gentle kisses pierced a dagger through his heart, every single one a mark now on his skin. A reminder of his sin.

Bagging away slightly, she draped the sheet over her chest again. Looking at him with wide eyes, fear soothing through her that she’d done something wrong. Was it too much? Was it not good enough?

Seeing the look in her eyes, thoughts clearly spiraling through her head, he couldn’t form a good excuse. What seemed so easy with everyone else felt like a burden with her. Normally he’d say something like, ‘I promised my mum to be home already’ or ‘I should go, not that your parents find out’. But now, lying seemed to be too harmful.

“I need to -” he started talking, his finger pointing outside the window.

“You need to go?” Finishing his sentence for him, he nodded his head, shameful looking down, not catching the eye roll and sarcastic grin on her face before it disappeared again just as quickly as the realization came. Of course it was all just for a quick laugh with his friends. It was Liam Gallagher, for fucks sake. “I hope I’m not keeping you from going.”

Picking up her shirt and underwear from the floor, she quickly put them on, before walking over to the other side of the room and taking his clothes as well, throwing it his way before walking out the door.

A, “Wouldn’t dare to,” falling from her lips as she slammed the door shut behind her.

Still leaning on his elbows, Liam stayed like this as if he was frozen. The shower went off in the other room and that was when it hit him. He fucked it up completely. Throwing his head into the soft pillow he let out a groan. How could he not even find a good excuse to make it less shameful to walk out of her house?

He deserved it though, he decided ultimately as he found himself back out on the street, walking with his head low. He totally deserved it.

Unlike her.

Head leant against the door of the bathroom, she waited until she could hear the front door close before turning off the shower and letting the water from her eyes flow down her face. Of course he didn’t mean anything he said. Why did she even let him invite her to the gig anyway? Why did she have to go too?

When his body rushed towards her the night before, eyes lighting up as he found her and excitement being written all over his face, she believed that - maybe, somehow - Liam Gallagher wasn’t as much of a twat as she always assumed he was.

Though female intuition is barely ever wrong and that’s what she should’ve been listening to. Not the hammering of her heart or the lovesick thoughts in her brain for finally being seen by someone as more than just another face. It was her own fault.

Noel sat in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, eyes fixated on the telly, though he noticed when Liam walked in, the heavy stomp of his feet being too familiar.

Falling down in the seat next to him, a beer now in his hand, he popped open the can and starred at the people talking too. Neither acknowledging each other more than with their mind.

Until Noel spoke, “You weren’t too shite.”

“Thanks.” Taking another large sip, he tried ignoring his brother as much as he could.

“Though the songs sound like they’re written by a toddler. Did you write them then?” Noel was sure Liam would throw the telly at him as he said that with his sour mood, though he only chuffed, sinking further into the cushion. Trying to escape from this conversation. He knew where it would lead to.

“Not everything that’s shite in your mind is from me, alright? Cunt.”

Noel’s brows furrowed, why wasn’t he trying to strangle him yet?

“I’m not too opposed to the idea of joining anymore,” he tried it differently, trying to make his mood lighten.

“Cheers, mate. Gonna tell the others then.” His voice staying monotone and unwavering. Nothing could be a worse conversation topic at the moment in his opinion.

“Your bird’s fit.”

Jinx.

“She’s not my bird,” Liam tried, his voice growing defensive. Molding in the same tone that he had when talking to ehr the first time.

“So, she’s free?” Noel asked back, quite enjoying how deep in denial his brother was. Finally, Liam’s eyes snapped over to him, filled with horror and disgust.

“If you even try something, I swear-” before he could talk further, Peggy came in, a grocery bag in each hand.

“Would you boys stop fighting for once and help your mum carrying in the groceries?” she said, to which Noel immediately jumped up and went outside. Liam following him shortly after. The thoughts still running through his mind. He didn’t actually think she was fit, did he? Well, she was, but who was he to think that?

Later that night, when Liam was already laying in bed, cigarette in between his lips, Noel came walking in. He noticed how off his brother was for the whole day, of course he did. There was barely any talking done at the table, when normally Liam couldn’t shut up even if you’d sew his mouth shut. That night he was simply staring down at his food, not even eating it all. The worrying glance which Peggy sent Noel’s way after seeing her son this abnormal wasn’t easing his nerves.

“What’s got you so twisted?” He asked, sitting down on his own bed.

Liam leaned over, blowing the smoke from his mouth out of the window. “Nothing.”

“It’s about that girl, right? You fancy her and she didn’t want to hear any of it, because she knows you’re a cunt and rejected you, or what?” He asked further, remembering how defensive he got the first time Noel asked about her.

“I don’t fancy her,” was all he got as an answer.

“Sure.” Noel rolled his eyes, laying down himself. “She seemed nice though.”

“She is,” Liam agreed, making his brother’s head turn at the soft tone of his voice. “She’s too nice.”

“How so?”

Closing his eyes for a second, he knew he’d regret telling him what happened, nonetheless he did it. “I took her out because of a dare, and when she realized in the morning she didn’t even try to slap me or summat. She just-” his mind went back to her face, how she looked so distant yet like reality came back to her in the moment she realized. “She just walked out as if she should be ashamed.”

“You dumb cunt,” Noel groaned when Liam finished the story. He talked to her once, but from how she talked about Liam and defended him when Noel said that he had no trust in his brother’s abilities and interest in music, it made him feel proud in a way. Proud that Liam actually got somethin together for once in his life, he should’ve seen the downfall coming. And he did, just not that soon.

“You don’t just disrespect girls like tha’, especially no girls like her, alrigh’?” Noel threw his pillow across the room in Liam’s face, who only threw it back after complaining. “You make her feel seen and then you just push her off, that’s shite.”

“As if I’d listen to your advise,” Liam scoffed, taking another drag of his cigarette. Looking out of their window and down the street to where her house stood, he knew that Noel was right. Of course he was. You don’t just treat girls like that, especially not girls like her.

“Then don’t,” Noel shrugged. “But at least remember what Mum taught us.”

[lgwifey]

CAPTURE PART TWO

noel gallagher x platonic!fem!reader

Summary : A bit of y/n being dragged out by Liam.

A/n : it's so short, but i've got no ideas, i'm ill and it's 1:08 am <33

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

"I'm going to get murdered if my mum finds out. I'll be plain, cold dead Noel !"

The older boy just rolled his eyes and threw a dress at her. Y/n gave him a confused look, wondering where the twenty year old man got the teenage girl's clothing from.

"It's off one of Liam's friend's sisters. You'll probably meet her tonight, she's the only one with a braincell in that entire group."

Y/n just gave a nod before waving Noel to leave the room so she could get changed. Once he had left, she unzipped her bag which had been thrown onto Liam's bed. The duffle which was usually stocked with hockey or netball outfits and supplies had been refilled with a pair of new, navy gazelles, a can of dedrant, a makeup bag and a hairbrush. She quickly fixed her face, deciding lash minute to drag some messy eyeliner and silver chunky glitter around her eyes. The hairbrush was dragged through her damp hair, the locks being even more tangled from the gorgeous Manchester weather.

After about half an hour, y/n ran out of the bedroom and the the bathroom across the hall to de-sweat herself and spray a ton of deodrant. She swore she was going through a can a week with her mother's sports layout.

Checking outside the door, y/n found the hallway to be cleared of any Gallagher boys and therefore quickly rushed back into Noel and Liam's bedroom to carry on getting ready for what had been refered to as "her only chance to get an actual life" by Liam. She bedroom door was accidentally slammed such, causing her to cringe as she swapped the sports bra for a black push up bra. Simple but cute in her mind. The short black dress borrowed from one of Liam's friends was then pulled ontop and her adidas where slipped on, white ruffled socks poking out ontop.

She'd been left for just over fourty minutes before she returned to the livingroom where she found Liam slouched on a couch watching some old football game, y/n assumed that the light blue little men running around where Man City.

"Bonjour William."

"Alright Chips."

Her cheeks flamed up pink at the greeting. Noel wasn't supposed to tell anyone that story, especially not his half decent looking younger brother !

"Urm, so when do we need to leave ?"

"Oh not for ages, not got a clue why r' kid got you to get ready so early. Then again, i suppose most birds take ages."

He drew out the 'a' in ages, making the slightly younger girl giggle.

"You've got like, another three hours Chips, oh and pre drinks are in the kitchen. "

Y/n just gave a nod before pushing herself off from leaning against the doorframe and exiting to the kitchen, where she assumed Noel was becoming friendly with a bottle of somekind.

After leaving the Gallagher's house, y/n found herself being dragged around by Liam. Most if the time he had his hand wrapped round her's, and when it wasn't, he had a grip on the back of her dark grey denim jacket.

Before meeting his friends on the corner, she'd had a speech of 'i have to make sure your safe or r' kid'll kill me, so if anyone tried to give you any trouble just tell 'em that your with me, yeah. Oh and try not to talk to proper like.'

She just gave a haste nod and followed everything he did. Not only had she never really been to a house party, she hadn't really talked with people who she wasn't related to or who weren't in her class.

As they walked up to a small group of teenagers who looked the same age as her, maybe a bit older, Liam moved his position from holding her hand to throwing his arm over her shoulders.

"Aight fellas, this is y/n. Chips these are the biggest bunch of wankers you'll ever meet."

Liam had a grin plastered on his lips, causing her to smile and as the group introduced themselfs individually, she found herself becoming alot more calm than she was before.

They all simutainiously started heading down the street, not a word spoken, they just started walking. She followed Liam still, arm now around her waist, slightly under her jacket.

"Bet this is much better than that hockey team right."

She just gave a nod.

[ivanreydereyes]

El concierto q vi de OASIS [antes THE RAIN] día de mi 37 cumple [28_11_08] en el VICENTE FERNANDEZ ARENA [donde solo vi 11_3_09 además a BUNBURY con su gira HELL_VILLE poniéndose mi sombrero CHARRO sus 2 guitarras de los SANTOS INOCENTES como Jordi MENA ex_JARABE DE PALO y Álvaro SUITE q ahora toca con POZO de PEREZA q son de mi barrio y como vi en nov 2022 presentando cd VAMPIRO con ATRACO de telonero q también son de mi barrio..pues tenía un mensaje el sombrero para q vieran mis RRSS y al final le cayó a un MEXICANO y me fue imposible quitárselo pues debía creer era de LOS SANTOS INOCENTES]..empezó con ROCK N ROLL STAR y lo vi todo el rato estrenando el SOMBRERO CHARRO desde la BARRA del FONDO bebiendo TEQUILA HERRADURA..hasta q en los BISES canto NOEL GALLAGHER canto DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER del cd [WHAT'S THE STORY] MORNING GLORY? pues fui abriendome paso hacia el escenario..y acabo con la misteriosa I AM THE WALRUS de THE BEATLES q dicen q es sobre q los CAPITALISTAS se lo quedan TODO

X cierto..las fotos con el sombrero CHARRO fueron en HOTEL VILLA DE ENSUEÑO [TLAQUEPAQUE_GUADALAJARA] el 11_3_09 justo antes de salir hacia Vicente FDEZ ARENA a ver gira HELLVILLE de BUNBURY [1er grupo APOCALIPSIS]..luego compraría en sustitución una REPLICA del de BUNBURY [Q lucio en cd Hellville y cd las Consecuencias] en TLAXCALA donde le vi x 3era vez o tras LEON

[imaginesbymonika]

coming soon…

From the dining table

Pairing: Damon Albarn x Gallagher!Reader

Plot: Everyone’s favorite topic during the '90s and ‘00s; 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…

(i’ll just finish up my noel ff xoxo)