“New Muse”

“I wanted you.”

Summary: being childhood friends had led to stronger bonds, but with you and Liam it ended up being a trope between feelings and fear. (This is the year 2008, because Liam was AND IS so fit. FYI I might make this into a mini-series)

Part 2

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You still remembered the first time you’ve met Liam, it had been at the age of 9.

Right away you became great friends with the problematic boy.

By age 10 you were hanging out with his other mates, and had shared a kiss on account of a game of truth and dare.

Till this day, at 35 it had been a memory that you will never ever forget.

It was the month of December—the chilly mornings, the warm jumpers, barely going out.

Just as you were enjoying a hot cup of tea, three loud knocks on the hard wooden door were heard throughout your flat.

Grumbling to yourself you got up and answered the door—seeing the same baby blue eyes you were used to seeing for years.

“Let me in?” He didn’t tear his gaze away from you at all.

You gave him a small nod and moving out of the way pushing the door wider for him to come in, his hands deep into his parka pockets—he’s got small droplets of rain stuck to it.

“Sorry for comin’ unannounced and whatnot but—er…I didn’t know where to go”

you assumed it had been that gossip magazine that just announced that Liam had broken up with his years long girlfriend.

Obviously he’s still devastated and that’s why he finds himself standing in front of you soaked in rain water.

“‘S alright…some tea?” You asked tilting your head a bit.

He didn’t say anything but nodded.

“Still milk with two sugars?” You added.

“That’s right.” He then walked towards the couch making himself comfortable.

Heading to the kitchen to prepare his cuppa, you couldn’t help but wonder if Liam was actually alright.

Maybe taking his mind off the gossips and the fame would be good for him…

Heading back to the living room of the small flat you handed him the hot cup of tea.

“Cheers” he muttered, taking a sip.

“So—why are you actually here for?” You asked.

He didn’t give you an answer right away, he actually hesitated.

“Just came to see you” he gave a nonchalant shrug.

With a small sigh you sat next to him crisscrossed.

He tilted his head back onto the couch with a dramatic groan, “I don’t even care anymore, y’know what I mean?”

Before you could muster your opinion he kept talking, “it’s just—they never got tired of talking shit ‘bout me.”

“Maybe if you stopped giving them material to write about, they’ll get bored.”

He shot you a look, no real heat behind it though. “You sound like me mam.”

You chuckled for the first time in this evening, his usual scowl softened. Moments like these reminded you of how long you’ve known this fucker.

Before the fame, before the headlines, before you saw him as this untouchable rockstar—he was just Liam, Same confident boy from Manchester who would nick biscuits from your mums kitchen.

“D’you remember when we were kids?” You grinned bringing it up to get his mind off things, “—and you made me climb a garden wall to nick apples, you had this vision or summat.”

He huffed a chuckle “yeah and you got stuck up there, like a right muppet”

“Oh, sod off” you scoffed, throwing a cushion at him. “You were the one who left me there!”

“Did not!” He laughed, catching the cushion and tossing it back. “I just took me time to get the ladder.”

“Right” you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, it was just you two like it had always been.

A long string of silence settled between.

Liam’s gaze lingered, his usual cocky confidence flickering into summat unreadable. You felt your breath hitch as he leaned forward slightly, icy blue eyes locked on yours.

“I miss that” he murmured.

“What?”

“Miss us—back when it was easy y’know?”

Your heart pounded, you knew exactly what he meant.

The space between you disappeared. One second you were sitting there, breath caught in your throat and the next, his lips were on yours—warm, insistent, desperate in a way.

Way better than the kiss you two shared at the age of 10.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, “tell me I didn’t just fuck everything up.” He murmured.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curled into his shirt “I’d be lying.”

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Dun dun dun

Aw brilliant father's comfort loved that line, His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

Could you do a second part to this maybe they go to eat as a family and the boy is there and he says something for a reaction and Donovan gets mad, sunny has to pull him back. Noel steps in and at home, you talk to Noel about it telling him how proud you are and how Donovan has him wrapped round his little finger. - sorry for being really detailed I have more requests but I'll give you a break

“Defensive”

1st part.

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It had been a few days after Donovan revealing to Noel about the little fight he had, but it hadn’t been as long for him to forget.

Today all four were attending a small family go-out.

Just to have some lunch together, it was a quiet restaurant.

One that Noel really appreciates—nothing too flashy, but it’s a place where you can lay back and enjoy a glass of wine.

Donovan sat next to his dad, his mind was in another planet.

He was still hung up about how that little boy talked about his dad yet masking it with exaggerated politeness.

Sonny noticing his brothers odd behavior nudged him from under the table, sharing a quick reassuring smile.

Everything was fine at first—the small talk, laughter, and Noel pulling faces at the menu like if it personally offended him.

Then like if the universe intended for this, the little boy who argued with Donovan came in with his parents.

In a flash Donovan recognized him.

The little blond boy with light green eyes passed by the table muttering a little something to Donovan “still think your dad is a legend?”

Donovan shot up before he could stop himself “yeah I do! Problem?” His voice was too loud and sharp drawing the attention from some individuals including his own family.

“Donovan.” Noel’s voice became steady and firm.

Donovan was about to stand up out of his seat but Sonny physically grabbed his arm knowing that it wasn’t worth it.

“Leave it” he muttered to his brother.

The other boy giggled to himself and walked off—Donovan had his fists clenched.

Seeing this Noel sighed, setting his drink down “oi” he got Donovan’s attention. “Don’t waste your time on people like that ‘right?”

“But he—“

“Hey none of that, not now.” Noel’s tone was the kind to leave no room for argument.

Donovan huffed and obeyed his father’s orders, you reached out and took ahold of his hand, giving a reassuring squeeze.

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Later that night, after the kids went to bed.

You had found Noel in the kitchen pouring himself a drink.

He looked up when you walked in, raising an eyebrow “mad at me?”

You shook your head and walked closer to him.

“No, proud actually”

That got a small reaction from him—a small smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder and nodded, “you handled it well y’know?”

Noel huffed a small laugh, “kids got me wrapped around his little finger.”

“Oh, completely” a grind had formed on your face.

“Don’t think you mind” you added smugly.

He exhaled softly, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Nah..” he admitted “not one bit.”

You stood there for a bit, holding onto each other in the dimly lit kitchen space.

No matter what the world threw at you—your family, your love. Everything will be solved in a matter of seconds.

“Live forever (but not without me)”

Where the infamous Liam Gallagher meets a journalist so intriguing but also can’t seem to put down his arrogant attitude down, driving them both madly in love.

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She had known who Liam is, she met him about a week ago in a dimly lit pub. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils.

she remembers seeing him for the first time with his icy blue eyes going back and forth between her and the blonde girl under his arm.

His pink lips were slightly parted, she could have easily forgotten him if it wasn’t for his obnoxious big mouth.

he had came by to grab a drink by the bar, seeing me sitting on the stools as I nursed my drink.

Liam arched a brow, taking her in. "Alright love?"

"Alright" she muttered, he knew her as a journalist.

Noel had mentioned her before describing her as an "ungrateful, loud mouth, good to nothing writer".

mostly because he was in a bad mood already.

"Came to write bollocks 'bout me?" he asked snarky, a smirk appearing across his face.

with a sign she replied back "No need, you write about yourself every single time you open your mouth."

A laugh erupted from his lips before he could even register what she had said.

“Got some bite, don’t ya?”

He took a sip of his G&T and continued blabbing about, “So did you come to write about me or not?”

Finally she turned her head to look at him “You assume a lot huh?”

Slowly a cocky grin formed onto his face. “Only if I’m right”

“Right.”

“So, tell me…what’s it like bein’ next to the most fascinating man in Britain?”

She exhaled a laugh at that, proper egotistical. “Dunno, haven’t met him yet.”

“Oi! And here I was, ‘bout to tell you’ve got the best eyes I’ve seen all night!” He shot back.

“You do this a lot don’t you?”

Liam shrugged “Do wha’?”

“Charm your way in, and make people forget how insufferable you are.”

He leaned in further looking into her eyes, the faint smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and his cologne making her cringe. “Is it workin’?”

For a bit she didn’t respond, mustering a reply—“don’t think so.”

“Oh well I know so, it’ll work trust me” he looked away from him and finished up the glass of G&T slamming it back down.

“Tell ya what” he said, slouching a bit in the stool “come to my show Saturday night, you can’t write about me proper if you’ve never seen me live.”

She huffed a small laugh, “I know exactly what your shows are like, a bunch of Blokes screaming about.”

“You haven’t seen me do it” he protested.

For a small second—he really thought that she would consider it.

“Tempting…” sarcasm slipping from her lips “but I’ll pass.”

Liam frowned at that “What? Scared you’ll enjoy it?”

“Nah.” She shook her head, “just not interested mate” she slipped out from the stool, she didn’t really want to deal with a Gallagher.

Not a fucking chance.

“Goodnight, Gallagher.”

So it was that week later.

She didn’t know about Liam after that time at the pub, thank god for that.

She had interviews to conduct and deadlines, she really couldn’t waste her time thinking about arrogant rockstars that think they’re gods gift or summat.

But of course, he had to show up today.

Inside the sleek London studio, getting ready to interview yet another musician.

“Alright?”

She glanced up just as he flopped onto the leather sofa next to her.

“You’re not supposed to be in here” she furrowed her eyebrows at him, she was not informed to interview Liam whatsoever.

“Was in the area” he shrugged “Figured I’d pop in.”

She shook her head and let out a small Scoff “luck me” she muttered under her breath.

The interview panel was running behind schedule just a tad, one of the younger assistants being a girl barely out of her teens struggling with carrying equipment.

Nobody but Liam noticed it, like a proper lad he strolled over and helped her steady the heavy case.

“Here y’are love, where’s it goin’?”

The assistant stammered but managed to tell him that it goes to the sound desk.

Without a second thought he legged off towards the sound desk room.

After seeing that interaction with the assistant and Liam she saw something different—something real.

It’ll drive her mad for sure, she shook that horrible thought away once he made a bee line back to her.

Seeing her staring, a smirk appeared “what?”

“Nothin’” she muttered and looked away.

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Later that evening as she was picking up her stuff, found the feel of paper in her purse.

Taking it out and letting her eyes scan through it.

Oasis—ticket for tomorrow night.

Bastard…he had slipped it in without her noticing.

And yet, a smile tugged at her lips.

And shockingly enough she attended the concert.

It was packed inside—shoulder to shoulder, the smell of sweat, beer, and just pure chaos.

The lights were low and the crowd was buzzin’

Once Oasis took the stage the cheers erupted.

In the middle of it, she stood frozen in the crowd. Her eyes constantly drifting towards Liam, and Even with hundreds of people jumping and singing along he had found her.

By the end of the show, she stayed for a bit until some security guard came by.

Tapping on her shoulder and telling her to go backstage where the band wants her, or more like where Liam wants her.

So as she passed by the long hallways he stood with sweat-damp hair, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Knew you’d show”

“I did.”

They stood in comfortable silence before he spoke again “yer gonna admit it then?”

“Admit what?” Furrowing her brows.

“That you’re mad for me.”

She scoffed, but he was getting too close.

Before she could even muster a smart arsed reply he had took ahold of her waist and pulled her closer.

The other brushing against her jaw as he leaned in—and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft.

Nor sweet.

It’s Liam fuckin’ Gallagher.

Before she knew it she had kissed him back, letting the emotions take over completely.

The taste of alcohol and ciggies were very prominent.

And then—she pulled away.

“I knew it” he grinned.

“God you are the most arrogant, self absorbed—“

“And yet you kissed me back” he cut her blabbering out.

She hated that he’s right.

“Say…can I take you out on a proper date?” His blue eyes glimmered as he looked at her.

“A date?”

“That’s right.” He nodded “you. Me. A proper date, none of this journalist-rockstar bollocks. Just you and me.”

She hesitated a bit but finally…”fine, one drink.”

He stole another quick peck on the lips and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon then love, let’s get out of here”.

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A/N: I am back chat, thought I’ll make a little something, it’s sweet and quick. I’ll alsoooo appreciate some requests just wanna get back into writing and all that.

Hi! I’m back I was suffering from lack of motivation 😞

Summary: you’re babysitting his daughter, after suffering from a recent divorce he needed help to look after his kid as he’s at the studio often, though recently he’s asked you to stay longer.

Warnings: cheating, smut, hair pulling, degrading and praising

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It was a long day of babysitting his daughter Cali, though Cali was an easy child I still got a bit tired of running around and keeping the little girl entertained.

It was around 11:36PM, I had just put Cali to sleep, now having to wait until James came back, something off putting about James was that he’s been making me stay longer always trying to convince me.

Especially when he’s home too, I’m not sure what this is all about.

Thinking about it made my head spin with thoughts, then I heard the front door open then slamming the door behind him, James arrived.

Probably pissed at something hearing how heavy his footsteps were being that wasn’t a good sign.

“How was the studio?” I asked trying to make a little convo between us maybe to lighten up his mood.

“Shit.” He responded and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer, typical.

“I mean Lars was being a dick, then I broke one of my guitars string, then I got pulled over from driving too fast!” He continued with his complaint of the day.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled

“Yeah easy for you to say, you didn’t go through this shit day” he scoffed and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to me with a soft thud.

“You’re right, my bad” I smiled and shrugged, knowing that arguing with this man wouldn’t go anywhere because of how stubborn he is.

After a moment of silence he decided to break it, “how was Cali? Gave you any trouble?” That was all he asked since seeing that his little girl wasn’t running around meant that she was asleep. mind as well ask about how she was throughout the day.

“She was good today, we went to the park and got some food together” I told him about our little day together as I kept my eyes on the TV.

I was getting really into the show that was playing, I didn’t know what it was but it was really interesting—well that stopped my thoughts as I felt his rough hand grab mine.

I didn’t say a word just looked down to see him scanning my hand.

“Who gave you this ring?” He asked looking at the silver ring on my middle finger.

“…My boyfriend Jackson gave it to me” speaking cautiously since I don’t know where this is going..

“Boyfriend huh?..” he paused his fingertips felt gentle on my skin “does he treat you well?” He glanced up at me.

“Uhm…yeah, he’s a good guy” I nodded to support my statement.

“Right…does he make you feel real good?” He suddenly asked, it caught me completely off guard—I tried to speak but words didn’t come out, I mean Jackson wasn’t a bad guy but it wasn’t like he was good enough with the sex and affection. he let out a chuckle “I take that as a ‘no’ then sweetheart”

Before I knew it he leaned in and kissed my forehead gently, lowering his lips close to my ear and he whispered to me “Y’know I can make you forget anything about him.”

Those words switched something in me I didn’t know I had—I don’t know what this man does to a person but he has me completely.

Building up the courage I kissed him—taking the hint he kissed me back his hands going to my waist to pull me under him, he wasted no time into unbuttoning my jeans.

Pulling them down with a swift motion, I felt his hand cupping my pussy through the thin fabric covering my sex, I moaned softly into his mouth—he pulled away and started his assault on my neck, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties slapping it on my skin later then pulling them off roughly.

The force of the friction made my skin burn a little but he didn’t seem to had noticed.

“So pretty” he murmured softly, he ran a finger through my slick folds he was being so gentle here taking his damn time.

“James please” I whined, I knew this was cheating, but I needed him I needed something.

It was embarrassing to hear how desperate I was being but I would do whatever it takes to have him..

“James—“ I started to beg again but he cut me off as he shoved two fingers inside my tight cunt—making me gasp.

He groaned at the feeling of my velvety walls clinging onto his two digits, “fuck you’re tight…so wet” he mumbled as he continued to suck and kiss my neck.

Being slow at first for me to get used to it, whimpering softly I whispered the words “faster..” which switched something in him, he almost admittedly started to plunge his fingers in me with force, taking every moan out of me, his fingers curled inside of me, years of playing guitar payed off amazingly.

He continued assaulting my pussy, his free hand lifted my shirt just enough to have access to my breasts, taking one of my sensitive buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue and biting softly against my right nipple—his fingers continued going faster.

I tried closing my legs because he was overstimulating me but he wasn’t having it, his free hand holding my thigh down to keep my legs spread.

He pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked straight at my ecstatic face.

“Be a good girl and come for me” he cooed, not being able to hold back anymore I coated his two fingers with my sweet essence.

“That’s it…good girl” he pecked my lips, taking his fingers out of me slowly making a soft gasp leave me, he pulled those same fingers up to his mouth licking them clean.

“On fours” he demanded, I couldn’t do anything but obey him at this moment, I turned my body around on my hands and knees, the soft leather of the couch making it more comfortable for me.

I heard him belt come off first and a zipper going down—at least I thought he would’ve give me a warning but James being James—he thrusted forward, first making me take 3 inches..then 3 more until he was balls deep.

I trembled slightly “Please…” I whimpered, I knew this man had no mercy, but In this moment he did have the heart to let me get used to his size, I nodded giving him the hint that he could move, he took no time into moving his hips in a rhythmic pace.

Soft moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as each time he got faster and rougher, “taking me so well…” he praised.

“You like getting fucked by this old man huh?” He scoffed, placing a hand on my asscheek and another on my hip as he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t muster any words, the only thing leaving my mouth were my gasps and moans.

“Answer me.” Speaking strictly at me.. “y..yes” I whimpered

“Good girl.” He sighed, “fuck you feel so good…f’cking slut” he groaned.

My hands eventually gave out, I went on my elbows instead, burying my face onto the couch pillows, he grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my face back up “let me hear ya.” He panted.

“…Mm so close” I gasped out, “fuck yeah…” he whispered “cum for me baby”

“Cum all over my cock.” He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot cum coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl…” he praised, pulling out of me slowly.

He had me spent, I don’t think I would be able to get up yet.

“You should break up with him” he zipped his jeans back up, looking down at me like if he didn’t just fuck my Brains out.

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Plz send requests if you have any, I would love to keep writing for y’all

Sorry if it’s a bit small, it’s currently 12:38AM and got this idea!

PEACE OUT!

Hi thanks so much for writing my request love it. I was going to request another 2

Is present day Noel comforting his son after a fight about someone who is not a fan of his dad ( I get from interviews that Donovan is very much " daddy's boy ") I just the way Noel softens when he talks about his kids

90's Noel finding out he's going to be a dad for the first time. Irl they found out about Anais in the south of France then went to Italy for 2 weeks because Oasis were at the height of fame. Always sounded glamorous. ( I have older siblings who collected magazines in the 90's so this is how I no )

I'll leave you be now

Thus so far I’ll write the first story and the second request will be in the making, and obviously this will be in Noel’s perspective.

“A fathers comfort”

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It had been a long day at the studio, by now his two sons should be back from school.

Turning the key and getting inside his home and admittedly sensing something was wrong, it was too quiet in here…way too quiet.

Usually the boys would be running around and causing chaos but now it felt odd.

Shrugging his jacket off, leaving it hanging on the leather chaise he made his way to Donovan’s room first.

Knowing that the quietness started off with him, knocking softly on the wooden door a few times he peeked inside.

He found Donovan curled up in his bed with his arms crossed.

“Alright Dono?” He asked, stepping further inside the room.

Hearing a heavy sigh fall from his son’s lips he knew something really was wrong.

“Not really..”

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his lap for a few moments before adverting his gaze to his sulking son.

“Got into a fight in school” Donovan muttered.

“A fight?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking that his beloved son got into some fist fight.

Sensing his father’s unease Donovan quickly clarified.

“Not like that dad-“ he groaned, “just…some lad was blabbering about you—saying you’re overrated. That your music is just noise, and you’re—“ he paused “washed up.”

He exhaled a chuckle “well, that’s original coming from a 9 year old kid.”

“Dad.”

“Sorry—sorry” he quickly apologized with a small smile on his face “listen, people are always gonna have something to say. Specially about me, I’ve been pissing people off before you were even born.”

“Right, but it’s not fair” Donovan mumbled, “they don’t even know you”

His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

“You don’t have to fight my battles” he spoke softly “I know who I am, and you know who I am. That’s all that matters”

“But—“

“Just let it go yeah?” He cut off “Tell you what—next time someone chattin’ bollocks just ask ‘em what their dad’s ever achieved. That’ll shut ‘em right up.”

Donovan shook his head, the fight dimmed into his little mind and was replaced by something more soft and sense of relief.

“C’mon then.” He stood up from the bed “let’s put some proper music and forget about them idiots yeah?”

A small smile plastered onto Donovan’s face, nodding and following his dad out of the room.

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A/N: A little short I know, I’ll be in the making of longer stories I promise.

MASTERLIST:

The one and only dumbassaimee list of fanfics, there is more to come in the future.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oasis:

Liam Gallagher:

Live forever (not without me) - Fluff

I wanted you - fluff

I wanted you (part 2) - fluff

Noel Gallagher:

Just married - smut

You rearrange my mind - fluff

A fathers comfort - fluff

Defensive - fluff (part 2 of FC)

Rare moments - smut

New muse - fluff

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Metallica:

James Hetfield:

Backstage - smut

Babysitter - smut

Cowboy hat - smut

Snow day - fluff

Kirk Hammett:

By the beach - smut

Actually my first post but doing the honors of participating @mustainegf

Takes place in 1997

Warnings: just fluff

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I’ve been hanging out with ‘Metallica’ for quite a while now, and today is no exception, seeing the glint of snow covering every little patch of grass, making the house a bit chilly, as my mind was somewhere else I heard someone call.

“You’re missing out; come on!” Lars yelled out for me. I sighed softly before joining them back at the table where we were currently playing card games, having alcohol in the mix as well.

I sat back down next to Jason and Lars, bringing my head up and catching his gaze. I’ve had a thing for James, but in my head there was no way I could be any more to him than just a friend. His icy blue eyes scanned my face before looking away and taking a sip of the whisky on his hands. I zoned out for a bit just thinking about everything—my job, my friends, and James.

My thoughts were soon broken when I heard Kirk yell, “Fuck off you cheated!” I smile at the little outburst of his holding back a laugh that could potentially get him angrier.

“Nuh uh you lose” Lars grinned at him. This went on for about 20 more minutes before Jason decided to go back home, then Kirk, and finally Lars, Unfortunately the snow started to get heavier making James stay back leaving me and him alone.

To pass time we sat on the couch together watching some show, the fireplace providing warmth and the fiery light illuminating his facial features so well. He looked so good, and I couldn’t help but thirst over him.

“You okay?” He chuckled and looked at me I nearly blushed of embarrassment but quickly nodded. “yeah I’m fine—just feel a little..” I trailed off, I didn’t know how I felt and wasn’t going to tell him anyway.

“Feel what?” He asked, and again I shook my head. “It’s nothing James really” I quickly looked away from him landing my gaze onto the TV instead.

But he didn’t take that hell no; instead, he grabbed my chin and turned my face to look at him “look at me” he muttered, my lips parted slightly my eyes widened at the little gesture he showed.

“Tell me, what is it darlin’?” He rasped out, I felt his face getting closer to mine I swallowed thickly “I feel-..uhm..” I couldn’t mutter the courage to say anything but I heard him chuckle “do you have feelings for me?”

I stayed quiet I could barely talk, in danger of stuttering so badly he might laugh, so instead I kissed him and to my surprise he wasted no time in kissing me back, placing his hand on my waist and the other cupping my face deepening the kiss.

I pulled away slightly and I felt him smile against my lips “I waited so long to do that y’know that?” I smiled “you shouldn’t have waited.”

Hii!! I love your writing soo much, your last Noel fic had me literally gigling and twirling my hair 😭❤️

I wanna resquest an imagine where reader is the guitarist of a rock band that is just as big as Oasis and Noel ends up meeting her and he is totally swooned by her talent and stuff... Also, Liam having a laugh out of Noel's face whenever he goes :0 when he sees reader passing by with her guitar lollll

“You rearrange my mind”

See what I did there? Little miles Kane reference for ya

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It was so surreal, I had become the next big thing in Britain’s new music.

My band “Everlast” had gained so much attention, and among all that attention was Noel.

I had a feeling he might fancy me as in an interview he was asked about my band.

“Thoughts on ‘Everlast’?”

“‘S alright, haven’t really listened to much of their stuff but they aren’t terrible.”

“What about the frontwoman?”

Noel had paused for a moment—“don’t have a proper opinion on ‘er but she’s a pretty bird.”

That interview itself made me overthink too hard.

Maybe I was just running on pure delusion, anywho—today there was a festival being held, Everlast was lucky enough to get a spot.

It was a massive stadium, heads left and right, the roadies and backstage crew running around trying to get their job’s done perfectly.

And we can’t forget the stuck up musicians cruising around like they own the place.

It had then been time for my band to go up, taking ahold of my guitar as I made my way backstage I stumble across the infamous Noel Gallagher.

“‘S that yours?” He asked me gesturing to the wine red strat in my hands.

“That’s right” I nodded.

He didn’t say anything just scanned every little detail about me, his blue eyes making sure to memorize everything.

“You’re up right now?”

“Uh huh—I kind of need to go..” I confirmed, quickly making my way out of that awkward exchange.

My bandmate Dave had seen what happened and had a smirk plastered onto his face “A Gallagher huh?”

“What? Fuck no.” I shook my head, stepping up on stage, my eyes settled on the screaming crowd of people right in front of me.

Strumming the first strings to a song, Everlast filled the festival with their music.

Little did I know, Noel was watching the band play from backstage.

His eyes haven’t left me at all he was smitten.

As Liam saw his brother not moving at all just staring at the band playing, made a bee line towards him.

He didn’t speak until he followed his gaze and saw exactly what he was looking at.

Letting out a teasing chuckle he spoke up “her?…never thought the day would come”

“Fuck off”

“Nah..nah, this is class—our kid letting a pretty bird get to him” he teased his older brother more.

“You don’t even know ‘er mate.” He added.

“I need to get to know ‘er.” Noel muttered.

“Yeah? Gonna charm her by starin’?”

“No you cunt, I’ll ask her out when she’s done.”

“Like hell you are.” Liam snorted.

“I am, just—fuck off”

“right, just let me know when she rejects you” he grinned and legged off.

As the hour passed, I got off of stage, letting the guitar roadie take my equipment.

Then grabbing an ice cold water that was offered to all four of us.

People kept getting my attention, my mouth just running about responding to questions and small talks.

Among that small chaos I feel a tap on my shoulder, turning my head around I see Noel again.

“Hi love—er…was wondering if I can talk to ya?”

“Uhm..yeah what about?” I asked cautiously.

“Just wanted to talk that ‘s all” he shrugged.

Who would say ‘no’ to this guy? So I walked around with him to do the so-called ‘talking’.

He seemed nervous, her kept twisting the golden ring on his finger.

Taking a lot of sips of the bottle of beer he held.

He probably noticed that I was growing bored of just walking in silence, so in a panic he spoke up.

“You were great up there” he blurted out.

Getting a compliment from Noel Gallagher isn’t an every day achievement so I took it at heart.

“You think so?”

He gave me a small nod “proper good with the guitar.”

A smile casted onto my face—“thank you Noel, means a lot”

“Yeah…hey erm…I got a question for ya” he turned to me, finally he stopped walking which was my cue to stop walking as well.

“What is it?”

“Fuck..listen—are you free tomorrow?” Finally his blue eyes found mine.

I hesitated an answer, but finally I nodded.

“Yeah I’m free.”

“Fancy gettin’ a drink with me?” His hands tugged on his jumper.

“That’ll be nice” I smiled

“Yeah..?”

“Mhm” I confirmed.

And as a rare sight he smiled.

We stood in comfortable silence as it got interrupted by a very loud accent.

“Our kid! You tell her you fancy her then?” He practically yelled getting attention from some individuals.

Obviously embarrassing Noel—gosh hurts the arrogant ego.

“Fuckin’ hell” Noel whispered under his breath, looking back at me.

“Sorry love, see you tomorrow yeah? Gotta deal with him” taking my hand and kissing the back of it, with a grin on his face he made his way out.

Like I said…surreal.

Not only am I getting more and more famous each day, but the Noel Gallagher had asked me out on a date.

Since when could I do that?

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Blessing you guys with another, KIRK SPECIALTY 😋

“By The Beach”

A/N: sorry for appearing and disappearing like this chat

Summary: you and Kirk went to the beach together to spend a day with each other, as the day progressed there were some guys that flirted with you so that pissed Kirk off, and he took you out behind a rock out of spite.

Warnings: smut, public sex, Jealous Kirk.

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Kirk called me on the phone around 4:15AM today asking to go to the beach, now who would say ‘no’ to that? Bonus of staying there is that we would be able to see the beautiful sunset later.

I started to pack my beach bag carrying all of the essentials, sunscreen, extra clothes, hair products, towel, and snacks.

I waited about 15 minutes until he came by with that charming attitude of his to pick me up, “Ready to go M’love?” He gave me a goofy grin.

I nodded “yeah, let’s go” I chuckled, we both made our way into his car and off we went.

“Oh! I found this awesome place at the beach earlier” he mentioned as he parked the car, I hummed not really knowing how to answer but I did let him know that I was listening—

As the sand touched my feet I felt relaxed like nothing else mattered.

“Come on!” He grabbed my hand as he led us to the so called ‘spot’

There was two large rocks under this boardwalk, he grabbed my wait to make me walk faster, I rummaged through my beach bag and got the towel out, placing it gently on the sand—unbuttoning my jean shorts and pulling them down along with my shirt, I could feel Kirk’s gaze on me.

Blessing his eyes with the white bikini underneath those clothes “so pretty” he murmured and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Thank you” I smiled “I’m gonna go take a dip” I announced as I made my way towards the chilly ocean water—I could smell the saltiness of the ocean, dipping my feet first.

I got used to the feeling as I got deeper everytime—some other surfer guy started swimming towards me.

“Hey there beautiful” he greeted, I could already sense his intentions.

“Hi” I replied bluntly.

“You here alone?” I shook my head ‘no’

“Mm…shame, I would’ve taken you already” he “joked” and laughed.

That little “joke” of his pissed me off, I rolled my eyes already loosing my interest of being in the water, “whatever” I mumbled and started swimming out of there.

“Hey don’t be so boring!” He called out.

As I walked back, water dripping down on my body—I looked up to see Kirk with a pissed off expression like if I flirted back with that surfer creep.

“What?” I questioned, “who the fuck was that?” He replied, I knew it.

He made the assumption I dreaded to hear.

“Some creep, it doesn’t matter” I excused it.

“Yes it does matter.” He paused “why the fuck was he talking to you?”

“Because he was being an asshole” I grumbled already getting in a bad mood.

“Watch the attitude” he scoffed.

“I don’t have a fucking attitude” I snapped—well now I do.

He huffed and grabbed my wrist pulling me behind those same two rocks.

His hand was on my hip, fingers under the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“You don’t talk to me like that” he corrected me, before I could say anything he forcefully bent me over, my hands going on the rocky wall.

“Kirk not here.” I grumbled, “right here, just be quiet, yeah?”

In a swift motion he brought my bottoms down to my ankles.

This might be my first time having public sex, I knew how risky this was—I knew how unsafe this was but I couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, I just let him.

It was a weak moment of mine.

His hand caressed my asscheek and up to my bare arched back.

“Next time don’t talk to me like that okay?” He spoke softer, probably felt bad from snapping like that.

“Okay” I mumbled, “can you take it right now?” He asked for permission he always did.

I nodded, letting him do whatever he needed to do—all I knew is that I was soaked already, there’s something about his rare jealous nature that turns me on.

Suddenly I felt shocks of pleasure—his tip was teasing my slick folds coating his dick with my essence.

I whimpered at the feeling, slowly pushing his tip inside of me, being a complete tease as he pulled out and went back in.

“Kirk quit it.” I whined, he chuckled not really responding, as I was gonna complain again he plunged in me balls deep making me moan loudly, he responded with covering my mouth with his free hand.

“Shut it” he whispered, he was slow at first but once he found the right pace he started to go faster.

My moans were muffled as he kept his palm on my mouth—I was keeping up with his harsh thrusts.

“That’s it..” he cooed quietly, he placed his free hand on my lower back making me arch my back more, letting his dick go deeper inside my wet gummy walls.

The faster he went louder the sounds of skin slapping skin were heard—he did try to keep it occasionally so we wouldn’t get caught.

“So good” he groaned.

I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, I couldn’t let him know since he’s still keeping me quiet but he knew.

He always knew, he brought the hand that was on my lower back towards my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing my clit in harsh circular motion trying to make me cum faster.

His movements making me bite his hand, he still didn’t pull away, he was determined.

I could hear him panting more clearly, both of us in the brink of pleasure.

“Come on baby..” he mumbled, his thrusts grew faster and deeper; I couldn’t take it anymore before I coated his cock with my sweet juices.

He let out a guttural groan as he painted my walls white, finally taking his hand down from my mouth.

“Good girl, taking everything I give you” he kissed my neck lovingly—placing his two hands on my waist to straighten me up.

“I wasn’t too rough right?” He looked at me, I chuckled and shook my head “no”

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