#roadie noel gallagher

[leaawrites]

Kiss the girl

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: bit of angst, Liam calling Noel a cunt, bad flirting, making out,

Wordcount: 1.6k

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

Standing behind the little curtain that separated the backstage area and the bar, Liam felt that his palms were sweatier than ever before. His eyes always finding their way back to the same person, leaning with their back against the bar. Waiting like everyone else. She stood next to him, lips moving in conversation and quirking up in a smile every once in a while.

“Who’s that beside your bird, Gallagher?” Guigsy asked, peeking out beside him, noticing the distant look in his eyes.

“Noel, me brother. Remember him?” Liam had told them endless stories about his childhood with Noel, mostly to complain whenever he called and his mother was all over him once more.

“Think you’ve mentioned him, yeah.” The sarcasm evident in his tone. “Let’s get it on.”

It wasn’t like Noel came in there that night without any expectations. He did, only that they were pretty low. Liam had asked him to stop by to see them play, to see him sing and eventually to make him join the band. It wasn’t his first thought, it wasn’t even in his head until Bonehead proposed the idea, sensing that most of their songs were either shit or covers.

He knew how Noel could get, how he most definitely wanted to make it his band if he was in it. At the beginning they agreed that it was their band, everyone had a say in it. Noel would most likely change that.

The lights seemed brighter than ever before as he stepped out of the shadows. The cheers were drowned by his nerves. He had never felt like this before. His usual over confidence was still behind the curtain, laughing at him as it saw the little hints of fear shimmering in his eyes.

Looking over the crowd once more, counting until his start, he found his way back towards the same direction. Only now, his eyes were drawn to the girl next to Noel. The one who was looking up at him with a faint encouraging smile dancing on her lips while her head bobbed to the beat of the drums. The one who he couldn’t get out of his head since the day at the bar. The one who had him tossing and turning late at night when he couldn’t sleep and just saw her face instead of darkness.

A small smile found it’s way on his face before he closed his eyes, leaned forward a bit more and started singing.

“You seemed nervous up there,” she commented, her mind travelling back towards him standing on the little stage. His lips so close to the mic that it felt like she could feel his breath through the speakers and down her spine. Sending a shock of lightning through her system and making her shiver in the middle of sweating bodies.

They were stood outside, watching the moon instead of walking towards her house like they should be.

After his performance, Liam was greeted by his friends first, claps on his back and ‘fucking hell, you murdered it up there’ falling from their mouths like normal ‘good job’s would sound to anyone else. He appreciated the praise, though he’d heard it from them too often to actually still believe he was as good as they said. They had no idea about music anyway.

Fighting his way through the little crowd surrounding him, he made it towards her. ‘You wanna go home?’ falling from his lips, making her nod. He acknowledged Noel with a small nod of his head before walking after her, his hand sitting on the small of her back to get her safely through the crowd. She’d told him, that she couldn’t stay long after and he promised to walk her home as soon as he was done with the show.

So now they stood in the middle of the street, both looking up at the moon.

“Me brother’s back, said he was coming to see me sing, though I doubted he would actually stop by,” he said, his voice quieter than ever before. He didn’t need to be so loud now that he was stood so close to her with only silence and a few mild sounds surrounding them.

“Noel, right?” His eyes snapped towards her, surprised that she knew his name. “We had a little chat before your performance and he let it slip. He seems nice.”

“He’s a cunt,” Liam corrected her, looking back up at the bright bulb of light lingering over their heads like a spotlight.

“But you still care about his opinion.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why were you so nervous about playing in front of him?” Her eyebrows moved up as she knew that she wasn’t wrong, she never was. Looking at the small smirk on her lips as she realized she’d won the argument, Liam just wanted to lean down and kiss it away. Replacing it with the shy look she gave him when he cleaned the foam from her face and the blush on her cheeks, that appeared because of him.

Taking in a deep breath, he began rambling to keep the other thoughts away. “He’s always been better than me, alright? Always the favourite child, always the one everyone liked more. People like me but they don’t care about me how they do with Noel. I’m just some passing by for when you’re bored. He likes music for way longer than I do, wanted to be in a band and all that. Never got there though, always just a roadie never a part of the band. Now, the others said that we should take him in because he’s a good writer and he can play guitar, all that nonsense. He’ll just ruin it all if he joins.”

“Well, see me as someone who’s willing to stay with you then.”

It was a simple sentence, nothing meant beyond friendship. Still it made his heart jump a beat, a loud tone of silence replacing every other thought in his head. God, why did she have to be so perfect?

“Don’t you write as well?” He asked, remembering the little poems she used to write in their English class. Too afraid to ever read them out loud and too ashamed of her own thoughts to let them be read by anyone else.

“Only poems, not songs.”

“So, you’re a poet?” The smirk she knew all too well by now appeared on his face as he started teasing her again. His eyes crinkling as he held back a laugh.

“No. Just a girl with lots of feelings.” Exhaling deeply, she made it sound more dramatic than it was meant to be.

“That’s nice though, innit? Having things feel important enough to wanna make them last forever?” Liam always envied Noel for having such a talent with words,

“Quite a poet yourself, I see.”

“Nah, love. That’s all you.” Turning towards her, Liam pushed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Smiling softer than she’d ever seen. “You make a poet.” It was nothing more above a whisper, but with how close he stood, she could even feel his breath fan down her cheeks.

Turning her head away from him, she cleared her throat. This wasn’t what he intended to keep on doing. However sweet it may seem, it was only an act, right?

“Anyway, who cares about guitarists anyway? I’ve seen this band one or two years back, ‘Seymour’ - I think they’re called ‘Blur’ now or summat. Doesn’t matter. Do you think they were all over their guitarist? Hell no. Every girl in that crowd only had eyes for their singer.”

“You as well?” He asked, stepping closer to get her attention back. Not satisfied with only her hearing, he wanted her all. Every little piece and space of her mind, he wanted for it to be occupied by him.

“No comment on that.” A blush crept up her neck, not quite reaching her face but it was enough to make him chuckle and feel a bit of jealousy prickle up in him at the same time.

“So, you like lead-singers, huh?”

“I liked him,” she said, looking at him challenging. Her eyes sparkling with mischievous.

“I like you.”

Before she could properly process his word, she felt his hands on her neck and his lips on hers. His hold making her turn her body towards him fully. The force of his grip making her stumble towards him, her hands resting on his chest to stable herself.

Moving his lips against hers, he noticed his mistake as soon as their lips met. How was he supposed to stop now? With her soft, warm lips fitting so perfectly to his chapped, cold ones that made it feel like it was meant to be like that forever, how was he supposed to not kiss her again after that night?

“You’re a dickhead, Liam,” she mumbled against his lips, not wanting to part but the fresh air in her lungs felt like cold water running down her throat as she breathed in, panting.

“No need to compliment me already, love. I’ve only kissed you once yet.” Liam smiled, not loosening his hold on her face. Leaning their foreheads together and closing his eyes in contempt of the moment.

“So there’s gonna be more of that?” He could hear the smirk in her voice. Chuckling at the image of how they must look to someone walking by. Two idiots standing in the middle of the street.

If they’d die, at least they’d die together.

Moving her hands down his chest and under his shirt, she could feel his heartbeat drumming against her fingertips. Her usual warm skin feeling cold against his. Liam was filled with true warmth for the first time in his life and it was all due to her. He was doomed and he knew it.

“Way more.”

[nonogalego]

The Roadie Noel Gallagher, 1991

Noel Gallagher nos seus tempos de roadie do Inspiral Carpets, durante a turnê da banda nos Estados Unidos em 1991.

Fonte: James Hargreaves (instagram: @/jameshargreavesguitar)

[black--lilly]

Guitar solo

His fingers itch for his guitar but he hasn't had a chance to get off in days, and he's finally got the room to himself, at least for now.

He's a hot-blooded young lad, got to get it wherever he can. Set during the Inspiral Carpets era.

[yokominatozaki]

need to gargle on it like mouthwash..

[guigsysdinner]

roadie noel <3

‘ROADIE NOEL!!!’ we all chant in unison.

[supersonic1994]

should be talking about his old job as an aquarium builder and his pet fish #FishBloke #Fish

[venusasnb]

yeah sure. whatever that means

[definitely-rubbish]

the hair is irrelevant i just needed to clarify

[niceweirdcat]

Hes such a power bottom

[leaawrites]

This is better

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Noel misses a New Year's party she can't explain it to herself, so she goes to find him.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, bit suggestive, language, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist

Stumbling through the crowd, she felt her head spinning, the heels of her shoes pressing into her feet the longer she walked in them, blisters forming on her skin. New Year’s celebrations were supposed to be fun, but with no one around to have fun with it seemed rather boring to her now.

The idea was nice at first, inviting to leave her flat for one night and not stay with her family longer than the Christmas holidays. Liam had asked her if she wanted to come around, spent some time with Noel since ‘he wasn’t such a massive cunt whenever she was around’ as he told her over the phone. Back then she could hear Noel in the background, telling him to shut it and not tell such bollocks. Though it made a warm spread in her chest, the thought that Noel was acting different around her. Easier, nicer.

It was a nice thought to think about at night.

Though now she doubted it as she looked around the room, searching for one face in particular and not finding it. Noel Gallagher was nowhere to be seen. Whether he was already off with some new bird or never even there, it made her chest ache.

Catching Liam’s back as he awkwardly moved to the beat of the music, she made her way over to him. Tapping his shoulder and making him turn to her. “Hey, love.” He slurred his words as he greeted her, a lulling smile on his lips. “You enjoying yourself?”

“Would be if I got someone by my side,” she answered, laughing at his state. “Liam, do you know where R'kid is?”

“Oh, yeah, ‘bout him. Fucking cunt stayed in the studio, saying some bullshit about having an idea.” He waved it off as ‘typical Noel’ before turning around again and continuing flirting with the girl pressed against his front.

What the fuck? What was Noel doing in the studio at New Year’s?

What did she have better to do? she asked herself as she stumbled down the street. Her shoes still hurting, trying to find an excuse to turn around and not enter the building she now stood in front. Not even the secretary sat at her table anymore, a sign that nobody else should here. Still she was, walking towards the soft guitar strumming she heard coming from one of the studios.

Pushing the door open, she watched Noel for a bit. His back turned towards her, his eyes looking out the small window that showed him the fireworks already going off in the distance. He wanted to go out there and have fun, so why was he sitting here?

“Why you still here, Rock star?” she asked, breaking the comfortable silence with her voice and the closing sound of the door behind her. Walking over to the small couch she could finally tear the heels from her feet, relaxing her body into the cushion. “Shouldn’t you be partying like anyone else?”

“Shouldn’t you be too?” he asked, ignoring her first question and making her roll her eyes as a smirk spread on his face.

She was here with him instead of somewhere else, he thought. Why was she here with him?

“It was boring without you,” she answered, the alcohol making her speak her mind than what was reasonable to tell him.

“Boring without me? I barely do anything on these type of parties. Liam’s more fun,” he answered, strumming again.

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “You’re loads of fun, Noel.”

Patting the empty space beside her on the sofa, she pouted her lips to make him feel guilty and go over to her. At the sight of her plum lips almost begging for him, he couldn’t deny her anything. She could’ve asked him to buy her a house and he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat if she only looked at him like that.

Once he was sat beside her, his body stiff, she threw one of her legs over his lap, cuddling into his side. It made him relax momentarily before he realised what kind of position they were in. He could feel her breath on his neck, fawning down his skin. Her lips close to his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.

“Oh, love,” he whispered, the nickname not being a new one. Still it made her chest erupt with butterflies at how it sounded now. So soft and delicate, almost like he was begging.

“What?” she asked, smiling as she felt his hand running up and down her leg. Letting out a little yelp as he pulled her closer, making her straddle his lap, laughing at the action and it’s suddenness.

“Why weren’t you at the party?” she asked once more, her fingers running over his cheek, down over his jaw. Holding her finger over the pulsing skin of his lips. Feeling at how soft the felt.

“Couldn’t see you kissing some bloke at midnight,” he confessed, overwhelmed with the sudden closeness to her. His eyes travelling down from her eyes to her lips, a smile forming on them.

“I was waiting for you,” she said, explaining her own reason for leaving. “Wanted you to kiss me at midnight.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes widening.

Nodding her head, he made his mind up. It was now or never. Brushing a piece of hair from her face behind her ear, he held her face in his hand, feeling her lean into his touch. Her lips brushing over his palm, moving down his wrist she left little pecks on his skin before she leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.

A soft moan leaving his lips at the contact.

“It’s not midnight yet,” he reminded her, mumbling against her lips between kisses.

“I don’t care,” she said. “Are you sad you missed the party?”

“No,” he said. “This is better.”

His hand travelled down her face, over her chest and to her waist. Softly grabbing her skin there with one hand, the other one lingering just beneath her breast, pulling her closer.

[nonogalego]

Conheço o Oasis desde sempre mas não sabia muito deles além da música e que eram brigados, até pouco tempo, aí fui pesquisar mais entre o fandom e não é querendo expulsar sobre sexualidade alheia mas tem umas coisas que tava vendo que o Noel já falou em entrevistas, até nesse podcast com o Matt, e até ele ali na época como roadie... Achei interessante.

A conclusão que tirei é que: o Noel, e o Liam, não são tão rígidos e conservadores como pensei que eles fossem.

Acho que eles tinham uma visão bem machista e conservadora antes por causa da criação deles (filhos de irlandeses católicos da classe trabalhadora do norte da Inglaterra... e a classe trabalhadora inglesa é bem mais conservadora do que parece, ao menos nas questões identitárias e de minorias), mas aos poucos, quanto mais acesso ao mundo eles foram tendo, essa visão foi mudando... no caso do Noel começou mais cedo porque ele teve chance de viajar o mundo como roadie.

Rola uns boatos aqui no tumblr do Noel ser gay (além do gcest), por causa da época dele como roadie e as fotos dele com o Clint Boon, mas eu não sei se classificaria ele como bi (menos ainda como gay) por isso, pois essa questão é complexa e intima demais.

Não é meu local de fala, pois me identifico como uma pessoa cis hétero, mas lembrei de uma coisa e gostaria de compartilhar: eu tive uma aula de psicologia da aprendizagem na faculdade em que a professora disse que uma experiência homossexual não é suficiente pra classificar alguém como lgbt, pois isso vai além do sexual, e é relativamente comum que pessoas criadas em ambientes conservadores quando tem a oportunidade de mudar temporariamente pra outro ambiente mais liberal podem ser "curiosas" e ter experiências sexuais com alguém do mesmo sexo, ainda mais se for jovem. Noel tinha 20 anos quando foi roadie do Inspiral Carpets e era a primeira vez dele viajando pra fora da Inglaterra e indo a lugares que ninguém o conhecia...

Tem tempo que tive essa aula, mas se a fala da minha antiga professora for assertiva e vigente, penso que se Noel teve algo com Clint (ou outro homem), pode ter sido momentâneo por curiosidade. Mas ainda que ele tenha continuado interessado em homens depois e realmente seja bi (não acho que ele seja gay pois ele realmente amou e se interessa por mulheres), não muda nada para mim, e Noel merece privacidade e a decisão de manter isso em segredo ou revelar quando quiser (digo isso porque muitos blogs daqui afirmam com muita certeza que ele é gay, e acho que todo mundo merece seu espaço e tempo pra sair ou não do armário, então enquanto não for oficial, não trato Noel como uma pessoa lgbt, acho assim mais respeitoso pra ele e pra comunidade lgbt)

O Liam era mais mente fechada no começo, pois ele demorou mais a ter acesso ao mundo, diferente do Noel, mas ele também aos poucos foi mudando seu pensamento e sendo mais liberal.

Eu diria que atualmente os dois são certamente mais progressistas e menos conservadores agora do que eram há 30-35 anos atrás, mas ainda há muito o que melhorar neles nesse aspecto. Também é interessante lembrar que o primeiro single da era Council Skies do Noel, Pretty Boy, foi estrelado por travestis. E Liam foi testemunha de um casamento lésbico recentemente. E ambos sempre falam sobre como o público feminino foi um importante apoiador do Oasis o começo da banda (e até hoje).

[artemis--di]

i just.

i just realized liam was my age on this. fuckin- that's- THAT'S INSANE how could he be only 23 😭 I CALLED MYSELF A TEENAGER SOMETIMES holy fuck he was so young

like my birthday is 22nd september so i'm the same now as he was in '96. like morning glory has already been released. whathefuck.

[cardinalfirefly]

LIAM???💀

Source: twitter

[starshapedoasis]

[elizabear]

if noel gallagher had tried this on the inspiral carpets they would’ve accepted it without question and said, “take a week, babe, you’ve earned it!! 💖💖”

[definitely-rubbish]

they had to cut so many good stories out of supersonic (2016) but they never compromised on those 25ish seconds of gay noel and clint footage