#noel gallaghers high flying birds

[definitely-rubbish]

get his ass clint

[strawbreylemonade]

crashing out over this pic

[guigsysdinner]

real.

[weakfreak]

Welcome to the britpop!

[trnrslvr]

just leaving this here..

( divider by @cafekitsune ౨ৎ)

[starshaped-bee]

when is it my turn

[leaawrites]

Crazier

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: Everything must come to an end. At best a happy end.

Last one for this series!

Warnings: bit suggestive, fluff,

Wordcount: 0.7k

Part 1, Masterlist

Waking up, the headache was already plaguing her. The pain shoving itself into her nerve system from behind her eyes, making it unbearable for her to open them - especially when the sun was screaming at her brightly that she should regret the activities of the day before.

But what even happened?

Turning around to bury her head into the pillow and make the world go dark again, instead of sheets thrown over the mattress, she found a body under them. A naked body. Back towards her, breathing softly.

Noel was still sleeping as her eyes shot open, immediately snapping shut again at the pain. Her head was falling back, a groan escaped her mouth at the thought of what had happened again and slowly, pictures were coming back. One by one.

Her at the premier, on the red carpet. Looking to her right to see him watch her with a grin on his face. Taking photos but always glancing back. Him paying the person next to her in the cinema so that he could sit next to her. Enjoying the movie together, her telling him fun facts about the filming. Sensing his eyes on her even after she turned towards the screen already.

And then, the after party, drinks were flowing and she had one too many. He asked to take her home and she agreed. Driving to his place instead of the hotel she was staying at. Being carried away by the memories they had there. Pushing him against the wall. Making dreams become drunk reality. Intoxicating him with her lust filled fever. Him filling her with his love.

Tangled up in sheets, whispering and screaming and moaning their love. Realizing that everything they had been missing over the years was the other.

And now, she was where she never dared to go in her dreams.

The morning after.

Seeing him asleep, his back muscles tensing when her fingers linger over his skin. Scared of him waking up but still wanting to look into his eyes. Feeling the touch of his lips on hers still, even if it was only a ghostly memory. She still felt him.

But what now? How would he react and what would he want her to do now? Probably leave, right? She could just make it less awkward for him to tell her to go and just go on her own. It was easier that way, she told herself as she slipped out from under the sheets. Bending down to gather her clothes that were scattered across the floor. Slipping her underwear back over her legs before picking up the dress she had worn.

“You’re not planning on leaving, are you?”

His voice made her stop moving. Slowly looking behind herself, his face was buried in the pillow, a slow smile crept on his face as he saw her bare chest. Memories flooding his brain.

“I thought you would want me to,” she whispered back, making him frown. It was deep in his eyes, the offence and confusion.

“Why would you think that?”

“Noel,” she said, as if saying his name would make him come to his senses. But it only brought more confusion.

As softly as it left her lips she still had to feel something, or?

“We haven’t talked in years, I’m not gonna pressure you into niceties with me now,” she continued talking.

“Niceties?” He sounded genuinely offended at her wording. “I’m not here to exchange niceties. I want to know” - moving closer, he sat up now. His hand reaching over to her shoulder. Gently squeezing her skin in affirmation that he would be on the same side she decided to be on. - “whatever happened last night, was it genuine?”

“Yes,” she answered without any hesitation. It had to be.

Was it though? Was it truly sincere if she couldn’t remember half of what they’d done after his bedroom door closed?

“You know, I’m too old to still play around. I want something that lasts and - best case scenario here - it would involve waking up next to you like this every morning.”

“It has always been genuine,” she answered, leaning into his touch as his hand cradled her face. “It always will be genuine.”

Without another word, she pushed herself on her knees, leaning closer to him. Connecting their lips and making sure to think back on all the times she’d dreamed of this. It was all worth it in the end. All the pain and misery, it all lead back to them. It always would.

[carcrashbaby]

happy birthday to noel gallagher ✰ (5/29/1967)

[jmrww]

happy birthday old man literally dont know where would i be without you 💗💗💗

[odetocherrys]

someone (noel gallagher) wrote the words 'my eyes have always followed you around the room cause you're the only god that i will ever need' and i haven't been able to recover. who THE FUCK (noel gallagher) writes that? how do you think those words? how can you love and yearn and long and admire someone that much? how is it possible that a human being comes up with those words? insane. i heard that song at 16 and i haven't been the same since.

[music-man75]

Struck A Chord

[strawbreylemonade]

I need that old man carnally

[guigsysdinner]

growing older

[shes-thunderstormssss]

I’m sorry WHAT🤠

[pluviophilediaries]

so i’m watching the umbrella academy and THE SOUNDTRACK??? THEY LITERALLY USE NOEL GALLAGHER THATS SO COOL?????

[leaawrites]

Maybe later is a better time

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: where both can't flee the inevitable.

Warnings: angst, lots of angst

Wordcount: 1.1k

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

It didn’t seem to stop. Every hurdle they had to overcome seemed to lead to only another strain in their love. Another pain for their hearts.

The - stopped, but the headlines didn’t. They never would.

“They’ll try to get every drop out of this story,” her publicists said as they met up the last time, two days prior. “You’ve got the choice, stay and hurt even more or leave and feel the needle for only a second of time.”

She didn’t want to go, she had no reason to leave him. This was all worth it for her in the end, she had nothing else.

Sitting on the sofa of his house, staring out into his backyard with no one else around - not even him - she noticed that exactly that was the problem. All she had was mostly his. All she shared with him wasn’t equally separated between the two of them. Nothing that was hers was hers alone and everything that he had was outside of her reach.

And everybody knew that.

The media, the interviewers, the fans. Friends and family. The neighbours. Colleagues. And now her mind knew that too and it wouldn’t forget.

When Noel came home, every night it was the same. He’d come walking through the door, put his coat away and say that they should go out to eat and every night she’d say no to the offer of being taken out and insist that she likes it more at home. Truth been told, she knew what would be on the front page the next day. Which scared her.

She didn’t want to be able to foresee the future, especially if she knew that it was gonna be bad.

“Everything alright?” Noel asked one night as they sat together at the table after she refused to go out once again. Dinner plates in front of them. His was half empty but hers was only thrown around on the plate. Changing places but never leaving.

“Huh?” Her head snapped up at the sudden sound of his voice. “Everything’s fine.” It came almost natural; the lie falling out.

“You sure? You’ve been quiet tonight.” Letting out a little chuckle, Noel hoped that it would get at least a small smile from her. But there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes. “Usually you can’t stop talking.”

“Yeah, well maybe I don’t have anything to tell because nothing happened,” she snapped, letting the fork clink on the porcelain as it fell out of her hand.

“Alright, no need to get so tense, woman. Was just making sure you’re alright.” He meant it in a funny way. The nickname being the irony of the headlines they’d get. Normally they made a laugh tumble out her mouth and her eyes rolling. Tonight, it only worsened her mood.

“I am. I’m fine, stop asking.”

Standing up, she pushed the plate a bit further away. Walking out of the room and away from the problem. Still it followed her until late at night.

When Noel made his way up the stairs to the bedroom, pushing the door open and seeing her crying on the bed, it was like a hammer hit him. He shouldn’t have waited for so long before coming up. Who knew how long she was already sitting there like that? Broken and littered in unhappiness. Minutes, hours, maybe months.

“Love.” Walking over, he gently sat down on the mattress next to her. Taking her head in his hands and laying it down on his chest. She clung to him like he was the only safe haven that could keep her from drowning.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled in between sobs against the fabric of his shirt. Repeating the same words over and over again. “I’m so sorry. I really am. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything,” he assured her. Kissing the top of her head every time a new tear slipped out of her eyes. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

He sounded almost like he was begging now, breaking her heart even more. Making her confess.

“I don’t wanna be just someone next to you. I want to be someone on my own.”

“What are you talking about, love?”

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked at his confused eyes. She could see the fear in them. The fear of the inevitable.

“I have a job in America.”

“That’s great! I’ll come and visit you, it’ll be fine. We can do it like before until you come back-”

“I’m not gonna come back.”

“What?”

She could feel his heart beat stopping in his fingertips. Could feel his breath hitching against her face. His mind falling backwards. Tumbling down a rabbit hole, waiting to find wonderland. But it never came. He only fell further.

“I’m gonna stay in the US. I have more opportunities there, more people interested in watching my movies. It’s easier if I stay there all together. It’s better if you accept that and move on as soon as possible.” She tried making it sound as painless as possible, keeping her own fear of it being the wrong decision to herself. Not wanting to hurt him even more.

“What has gotten into you, love? I can’t just move on like that.” His voice was quieter now, softer than she’d ever heard it before.

“No one would care anyway. It’s better if we do the inevitable now than when people believe this is more than a little love story.”

“Is that really what you think this is?” His fingers were shaking, falling down to his sides. Tears pricking in his eyes. He couldn’t cry now.

“I just think, that maybe later could be a better time.”

But he did.

Later, that word made the first one slip out and after that, it didn’t stop. He wasn’t a man for crying, never had been, but something about her way of saying it made his heart hurt more than ever before.

“So that’s it? You’re leaving and I’m stuck here? In this house that reminds me of you every time I walk through the door? Are you fucking serious right now?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Right, just the fucker who can’t keep a relationship, huh? Easy and off.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said though, innit?”

She hesitated. She hesitated and that was the problem. It was the answer.

Leaving out a dry chuckle, Noel stood up. Looking out the window for a second longer, standing with his back to her before dragging his hands down his face. Taking his phone from the night stand, he didn’t look at her when he said, “I’m leaving for tonight. Go when you’re ready.”

And with that he was out the door.

She could hear his feet on the stairs, his keys jangling as he picked them up, the door of the closet closing and then, eventually, the door as he escaped the crime scene.

‘Two Graves, One Gun’ but he fled while bleeding out.