𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Smile! You're on Camera - Dilf!Noel (Fluff) TBC
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Late nights talking - Roadie!Noel (Fluff)
૮꒰ ˶⚉ ༝ ×˶꒱ა As He Faced The Sun - Vampire!Noel (Series) TBF
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sgt. Pepper's No-So-Lonely Hearts Club Band - 90s!Noel (Fluff)
Ი⑅𐑼 The Chief Wears Prada - Any!Noel (Blurb) <- please excuse this cruddy name x
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Liam Gallagher
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Ain't That a Hammer to the Head? - Pre-fame!Liam (Fluff) TBC
૮◞ ‸ ◟ა Eyes on me - Dilf!Liam, Gene (Angst) req ⋆ 18+ TBC
૮₍´˶• ཀ • ⑅ ₎ა Nightfall - Werewolf!Liam (Smut) ⋆ 18+
Ი⑅𐑼 Just a Pinch - Any!Liam (Nip piercing Hcs)
૮꒰ ˶⚉ ༝ ×˶꒱ა Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Ghostface!Liam (Scream AU)
૮꒰ ˶⚉ ༝ ×˶꒱ა Stop Crying Your Heart Out pt.2 - Ghostface!Liam (Scream AU)
I didn't mean to totally abandon my blog lmao I've just been so busy haha 😭😭 I'm gonna try bang something out soon I reckon but you know how it goes 💀 Rlly hope your doing well too bbg xoxo
i love love leeeeeeerv your vampire series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is noel gonna eat her tho?
Omg tyyy queensie! I feel a bit bad for taking so long to post the next chapter but i've been trying to get more practice writing before I lock tf in on the series proper yk? i was going to try getting the next part out after i finish a request but yeah I feel like that's the whole fun of vampires no? so yeah expect rlly sloppy period sex and oral in future parts lmao this series was defintely not just an excuse for me to write that
You have an unexpected visitor tonight. He doesn't announce himself, doesn't warn you - just watches from the shadows like a predator stalking his prey, though things can be rather misleading under the cover of nightfall.
Inspired by the werewolf!liam fics by the incredibly talented ʚ @strwbryluver ɞ
Warnings
18+ MDI. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dubcon, masturbation, toys, vibrator, sub!liam, underwear sniffing/stealing, oral (f relieving), predator play/pet play ig, werewolf stuff, reader is a twat, first smut, no plot, utter filth, enjoy x
Count
~3k words
Tonight is a Friday. A night you'd have loved to spend among your peers and unfarmilair sheets but instead your home accompanied by nothing but your own thoughts.
You really did want to go, you'd started getting ready and everything. Then they told you that he'd be there. Liam Gallagher. Your friend, but more importantly the man who runs your thoughts each night like the navy.
Its like clockwork. The light dims and he appears. Not literally of course - though you wish he did, you've heard more stories then you'd ever admit, he's a right slag after all. But a figment only in your minds eye.
He appears and milks your creativity of all its worth, an attention whore even in your own bloody head.
Once you heard he'd be there around drinks you pulled out. That was a disaster waiting to happen.
Moonlight trickles through your curtain and illuminates your bed in a soft, lonely, blue hue. The moon is full outside your room, lighting the hectic world beyond your small pocket of peace. You hear it all: cars, shouting, radios, even distant howling from some wildlife you've never had the chance to see in person.
The house creaks around you, floorboards squeaking mostly. You pay them no mind.
Inside your room its calm, the only sounds are your short breaths and that reliable faint buzz.
You really had wanted to go out and find someone tonight, its been so long since you've felt hot skin on your own, but you just cant get a certain dumb face out your mind. Nothing would tun you off like opening your eyes and seeing someone else's face where you imagined his.
As your eyes flutter shut, you picture his face. Thick eyebrows curving inwards, blue eyes looking down at you, plush lips parting and sparking with spit as he tells you that you can take a bit more.
Your thumb pushes upwards, creating a stronger pulse because he said so, because you want to impress him. Because you want his attention on you for longer then just one night.
Really, you should be utterly disgusted with yourself. You know that. He's your friend. a cute, charming friend. One you feel so platonically about that his droopy eyes could send you home weak at the knees with these filthy thoughts when you'd planned a boozy with your girls.
Instead of stopping like you should, you rub tight circles.
His voice echoes through your head, rough in the way it is after a night out. He'd tells you how filthy you are for playing without yourself thinking of him. 'Filthy fuckin' thing. Want me hands instead, don't cha pet? Greedy thing.' He'd probably laugh at you for using a toy when he's right there.
God- the noises he'd make as he put you in your place, growls, disproving tuts and-
You turn the buzz up a notch again.
You can almost feel his eyes on you now, his eyes burning a hole into your face. An airy bubble begins to swell in your lower belly.
You'd feel this small when he looked at you, you'd feel this vulnerable. It feel so real your getting utterly lost in the fantasy.
"fuck-"
His thick, rough fingers would be rubbing you instead of this crappy silicone and you know he'd know exactly how to catch that one nerve that sends your spine into a ball. You've heard it all, he's good.
Your thumb turns it up a notch again. Your breathing increases in tandem.
His lips would trail down your flushed neck, nipping right at your juncture and soothing the sting with a kiss.
"mhm- right there-"
You slip your other hand between your legs and slide a triangle under the buzz. Its so wet that your fingers slip right into place.
You make the circles impossibly tighter, enough that your stomach stutters and your toes curl. Its right there, close enough you could taste it.
Your thumb flicks another setting. The grand finale.
"Fuck- Liam-" You moan to the man in your dream as you hit that sweet-spot just right, your voice rings needy and catches at the syllables. With a twist to your face, one eye and its matching ear gets buried into the pillow.
You can hear him whine back, its totally out of character - high, needy and pained. And yet it feels like butter on your ears.
Then he digs his fingernails into wood- wait that's definitely not right, why would he be doing that?
The crack echoes louder.
Why the fuck is something digging into wood?
You eyes snap open as your head whips to the door in absolute panic - There's someone in your house.
Your door is open a crack, a small slither into thick shadows. You hadn't left it open that's for sure. Floating high against your doorframe are two glowing eyes that stare right back at you.
The droop of those eyes alone told you all you need to know. Its a shape that's scorched into your own eyelids, though this time they're lidded in a way you've never seen before, hungry but piercing. A single sharp nail shines under a slither of light as it digs into the doorframe.
"Fuck, Liam!" You scream and flick off your toy, tossing in under your pillow and covering yourself in blanket.
Your cheeks burn a heated pink, hot enough that it makes your head ache with the heat.
How the fuck did he get in? How much has he seen?
When you call out, he slinks back. A faint creak under his feet, one that blends perfectly into the natural creak of the house. His glowing eyes are swallowed by the shadows again. You could almost believe it was just your imagination if there wasn't a steady thumping. Its like a metronome filling the momentary silence now the vibrator was off.
"I- uh- I didn't hear your knocking." You say in an attempt to sound casual. You must have forgotten you invited him over, and you certainly didn't hear his knocking.
You don't get a response.
Silence fills the room, broken only by that steady thump. He's clearly still there. You cock your head to the side in an attempt to see him better.
"Liam?" You squeak totally nervous. Why wasn't he saying anything?
When you still don't get a response you grow a little frustrated. Not only have you been caught fucking yourself, but you got interrupted when you were so close, you called out his name, and this was all because he let himself into your house.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You snap, more like a cornered animal lashing out than anything else. The thumping stops when your voice reaches his ears.
Clearly your frustration gets through to him because a second pained whimper penetrates the shadows, and then his voice. "You- you cancelled. was worried. Who passes up drinks, eh?" His voice doesn't sound a thing like it usually would. Its small and vulnerable in a way you've never heard before.
You toss the first thing you can reach at him which happens to be your underwear.
A fast body surges forwards and snaps around the fabric. Your knickers sit caught between his teeth, teeth that extend far longer down then you've ever noticed before. They're sharp and cut right through the flimsy fabric, trapping it between his lips.
Messy brown hair is cast in light, shaggy strands parting around fluffy triangular ears. Even his face looks just a little more angular.
Your totally lost on which part of this is the most shocking: the ears or the fact his hand fists around the cotton as he presses it to his nose like some hankie.
"You- are those ears?"
Liam flicks lidded eyes back up to your figure as the new additions twitch. Those are definitely ears.
"I can't help it," he mumbles into the cotton, inhaling the scent with a whorish moan. "I were just on a walk making those other bastards didn't come near yer and- and then I caught yer smell, birdy." He babbles as his eyes close to focus on the scent hitting his nose. "'s a full moon. Didn't trust no other wolves." he continues as he drops to his haunches and buries his face deeper.
Your friend was a werewolf.
He has teeth sharp enough to tear fabric.
"You've not gotta stop," he rasps as he chews on the lace.
Your too startled to say a word, you dont trust a thing that might fall out your mouth right now... especially not when this is actually turning you on.
From the angle he's crouched, you can see his very visible issue he had attempted to deal with. Fly totally unzipped revealing a dark patch beneath.
With a slack jaw you flick back on the toy.
His ears flick up at the sound of the buzz and a soft growl slips out his lips. He looks up at you, chewed and slobbery lace dangling between his lips. His eyes are utterly dazed, he barely looks like a man. He looks like a predator that could chew you in half any second.
You moan as the vibrations attack your desperate clit again, under his eyes it feels so much more intense.
With interlocked eyes, Liam drops the fabric and stands to his full height. He totally dwarfs you as you lay on the mattress.
He circles the bed as he sizes you up. Shoulders rolled back and ears perked upwards. His eyes growing sharper.
"You're not really going to make me do this on my own are you?" You ask with surprising steadiness despite the intense stimulation, voice teasing.
"Nah. Couldn't leave me mate gaggin' fer it," He stalks forwards until his knees hit the bed, he drops his eyes to the mess between your legs and it's like a switch is flipped. His shoulders narrow and his ears flop.
The toy goes flying as he bats your hand away. It hits the floor with a loud clunk and buzzes along the floor.
His face presses into your knee and takes a deep sniff. "Ya smell s'good." He rasps as his eyes lid and his tail begins thumping again. This time his voice isn't teasing. Its desperate.
With a 'schlop', Liam's tongue lolls out and begins lazily dragging over your salty skin.
This has been the second time this man has interrupted your orgasm. He tossed away your toy and has now decided to do fluff work? Sure it's sweet and all but your only so patient.
You grip his ears and give him a slight tug, a guiding sign towards your desperate cunt. "C'mon. Be a good doggie f'me." You rasp, needy clit aching at the lack of stimulation.
He nips your thigh at being called a dog but lets you tug him closer anyways. With one deep sniff, he's moaning and delving right in. He's sucking and licking and kissing and drooling. Its a mess. He barely even seems like he knows what he's doing. Its such a mess you cant even really focus on one thing.
This is Liam Gallagher, the guy that slags around. If you didn't know better you'd have thought he's never seen fanny before. This wasn't a thing like you'd been told.
You take a peak down at him to make sure he wasn't having a seizure. Looking up at you with glazed, barely open eyes is no man. His eyes roll back as you grip his ears a little tighter. He's whining at lick he gets.
"What are ya? An actual mutt? You've interrupted me twice now, least you can do is be useful." You snarl and pinch the tips of his ears.
He whimpers and jolts like he's been slapped before his messy mouth turns more focused.
He flattens his tongue and drags a single prolonged flick upwards, punctuating the lick with a swirl around your needy clit.
The tension melts out of you as his tongue circles your nerves. You back arches rhythmically into the steady pressure.
Loosening their grip, your fingers melting into a gentle cup around the soft hair of Liams ears. They flick once against your hands as if he cant choose between wanting to flop between your fingertips or staying erect to hear every single sound that leaves your lips.
Liam suctions his lips around you, sucking his slobbery lips around you with another needy whine. He just cant get enough, not when he'd been salivating at your scent alone through the doorway.
Thumping turns to a whooshing as that energetic appendage goes from excited wagging to overwhelmed patterns. Its sporadic and completely uncontrolled.
His whines send delicious vibrations through your body. They're faint enough not to overwhelm, but just prominent enough to add another layer to his oral onslaught. You watch as his glassy eyes flutter closed when his tongue begins to add yet another sensation.
His face should be framed, a picture of desperation. Eyebrows drawn tight, cheeks a dusty pink, lash line sparkling and dripping.
"There yer are. Good- good boy." You gasp as your back arches deeper into his skillfull mouth.
Your praise spurs him on. His saliva dripping down his chin as he tries to speed up, desperate to make-up for interupting. Lips turn to overly enthusiastic swipes of his teeth and whines turn to near sobs.
His claws tear small strips in your bedding as he grips the sheets tighter, desperately trying to hold on to something as he gets lost.
Its becoming a little too much, each brush of teeth has your heart rate spiking and your gut twisting.
Then he bites. An overwhelmed nip that sends your body jolting upwards. Your reaction has his eyes snapping open.
Your shock at the sudden nibble sent you totally over the edge, muscles quivering and pulsing as warmth travels down to your fingertips. Your thighs snap around his face and pulse, feet raising into the ar.
"Liam!" You yelp as you gulp down your bodies weight of oxygen in one deep breath. Your muscles continue to quiver in a gradual wave.
Was it intentional? no. He did that completely by accident, but watching you shatter has him preening. His wet chops twist into a prideful smirk, the first expression you've recognised on his face since he stepped through that door. His tail lifts high in time with his puffed chest.
He is utterly chuffed.
"Reckon I did good, eh?" He practically sings as he headbutts your chin and gives it an enthusiastic lick.
You try to tilt your head back so you can catch your breath, dropping it back into the plush pillows. "Mhm. Did great," you breathe out between deep gasps. It sounds more dismissive then intended but your hand reveals your true intensions. It rises to give his hair a little pat, a gentle motion.
Liam chuckles a little and leans back to take a good look at you: panting, flushed but glowing. All his doing.
"What? Don't I get a reward?" He asks with a light tone, as if he were casually asking for you to share some crisps.
You feel the bed dip as he starts shuffling around the room to do God knows what.
The ambient buzzing flicks off, you'd totally forgotten that was worming along the floor. The sound had been totally lost to your ears, though it was anything but for poor Liam, his sensitive ears had been getting more and more overwhelmed as the vibrations continued to creep closer to the bed.
After a second of bracing yourself, you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch the clunky man tidy up your room for you.
To your utter amusement, you look up right as he tries to slip the discarded knickers into his pocket.
"Your not taking those are you?" You scoff as you catch his attempt at being sneaky, his large hands fumbling a little as they try to find the seam.
He gapes as if you were the one being unreasonable here. "You gave 'em me," he retorts with a pout as he shoves the cotton as deep into his pockets as he can manage.
"I wouldn't say I gave them-" you start before your cut off by him pouncing onto the bed and twisting onto his back. He drops his head onto your stomach and looks up at you with a dopey grin.
"S'pose so," he hums in consideration before nuzzling his head back against your stomach like a spoiled dog. "But I deserve a reward and I reckon I'll be gettin' more use out of 'em anyways," He says as he closes his eyes and huffs with content. "'m practically doing yer a favour taking these ruined things off yer hands, aint I? Call that love, love."
"I think that was the least you could do for sneaking into my house, Liam."
"Cheeky." His arms are tucked and his tail swishing slowly across the sheets. It's a full moon and he's not alone in a dark room. He's with his mate. He couldn't be happier. "Don't make sleep alone tonight," is mumbled so quiet you almost miss it.
With a small hum, your fingers card through his hair with a gentleness that surprises even yourself. "Wouldn't dream of it."
End Note
Thank you for reading!! This took wayy longer then i thought to write like it wasn't going to be anywhere near as long but then about 1000 words later i was stillll going </33 so this is cliterally my love child also sry if its a bit clunky I was wayy out my depth but i think im proud of how this turned out all things considered x
Summary
Any!Liam x reader
Nip piercing hcs. Getting the piercing (no mentions of the n--dles), aftercare, preferences, general hcs.
Warnings
Like everything nip related from kissing to visibilty under tops, mentions of getting a piercing, totally self-indulgent , not proofread. !no mentions of n--dles!
Getting them peirced
.✦ ݁˖ Liam is onboard with the idea of the piercings when you first bring it up
.✦ ݁˖ He's probably encouraging you if your on the fence.
.✦ ݁˖ If your scared to get them done, he'll go with you to the appointment.
.✦ ݁˖ He gives you an encouraging whistle when you take your top off to get them marked out.
.✦ ݁˖ This man wants to feel useful so he becomes your designated bag/coat holder for a bit.
.✦ ݁˖ Liam definitely gives his oppinion on the jewellery options too as you choosing which ones you want.
.✦ ݁˖ "My girl should be sparkling I reckon. Think you'd suit the gems love?"
.✦ ݁˖ "Not saying you need to, but think how fit you'd look."
.✦ ݁˖ He wont actually pressure your choice though.
.✦ ݁˖ If you get nervous he's gently stroking his thumb over your knuckles and telling you how brave you're being.
.✦ ݁˖ "Bloody legend, you."
.✦ ݁˖ When its piercing time he lowk panics and begins babbling like a madman either to distract you or himself hes not sure.
.✦ ݁˖ He's definitely squeezing your hand like he's the one in pain and genuinly cant look at anything but the ceiling.
.✦ ݁˖ When the second one comes and your actually thrashing a bit, he's probably tearing up himself. Not that hed ever admit it.
.✦ ݁˖ If your not worried about the appointment then I really cant imagine him going. He'd only get stressed watching someone prodding and poking at your skin let alone actually giving you a piericng.
.✦ ݁˖ When they're done he asks to get a look and genuienly pouts when he sees the coverings. Plants a kiss to both coverings regardless.
Aftercare
.✦ ݁˖ He regrets ever egging you on when hes not even able to touch them the first week.
.✦ ݁˖ He glares at the visible balls under your tops for longer mentally cursing every microbe that ever made contact with your skin.
.✦ ݁˖ Liam would never jeopardise your health though, so he holds off doing anything that could genuienly affect healing.
.✦ ݁˖ He definitely appreciates looking, just not when he cant also touch.
.✦ ݁˖ If you get them snagged your night in shining armour is literally spirnting over to cup your breasts in his palms and giving them a good squeeze for 'your own good'.
.✦ ݁˖ "Aw- i gotcha. Not lettin' these gorgeous girls get hurt on my watch"
.✦ ݁˖ He might even try to kiss them better when your getting into the later weeks.
Jewelery Preferences
.✦ ݁˖ He would love anything gaudy if his own jewellery is anything to go by. Big ends and lots of gemstones.
.✦ ݁˖ I imagine he would gift you a lot of jewellery for the nips too since its an intimate piercing that is largely only going to be seen by the two of you. This spoiling isn't for show it for you to feel confident (and for him to oggle obvs)
.✦ ݁˖ This perv would like seeing nipple shields under your tops when your waiting backstage etc cus its literally a target for his eyes. He refuses any blame when your wearing those.
.✦ ݁˖ "Know what yer doing with them- them bloody knockers. Not fair, Love."
.✦ ݁˖ He loves when u don't wear a bra and he can see their natural shape! It also helps they're so soft without.
.✦ ݁˖ He likes to flick chains.
.✦ ݁˖ He loves watching any dangles bounce.
.✦ ݁˖ Those novelty ones with words on the balls!! esp when you can make out the words/colours under a thin tank get his attention every time.
General
.✦ ݁˖ He adoress nipping the cool metal at the sides.
.✦ ݁˖ Lets out a whine everytime he can feel the bar.
.✦ ݁˖ I imagine he gets queasy watching you take them out.
.✦ ݁˖ He probs wouldn't even mind if you show them off. He thinks he looks tuff when his bird is 'studded up' even if theyre literally your only piercings.
.✦ ݁˖ I genuinely feel like he's considered getting his own done at least once. He probs took that thought a teeny bit more serious when eh saw yours.
.✦ ݁˖ He couldn't get his head arround the measurements at all.
.✦ ݁˖ "Why does it tell you how heavy it is?"
.✦ ݁˖ If he's pissed off he gives them a pinch.
.✦ ݁˖ As soon as he found out externally threaded ones aren't reccomended by piercers he's actually cringing each time you wear novelty ones as if they'll literally fall out or something.
.✦ ݁˖ He gets you a custom pair with his initials on the ends so he can watch the letters dangle and bounce.
Note
Im ashamed to say im currently cooking up some absolute filth atm which should be done friday or sat at the latest so i wrote this as a fun break x
.✦ ݁˖ Bon Bon xx
To celebrate the devil's wears prada 2 release imagine being Noels PA.
This grumpy man will not smile as you fetch his drinks. He will not thank you when you order him some new cigs. He will not acknowledge you when you pass him the written out set list.
He isn't called the chief for no reason. He likes things done to a T. Everything is already sorted in his head, and being his PA your expected to transfer thoughts into reality. Soemtimes that means jotted down, sometimes that means done.
The unwritten rules: you don't ask questions. He does not have the patience to answer which guitar he wants, he told you to get his guitar.
Noels said in an interview he likes it when you call him 'sir', so that of course means you can only refer to him as sir. He for sure has a power trip each time.
In arguments, your definitely dragged in to mindlessly agree with whatever rubbish Noel has said. Even if you know he's wrong, your job is literally at risk if you say the fact.
Even though you get to travel with the band, you barely get to see the countries. Your so busy all the time.
Management definitely breathe down your neck to steer him along the right lines as if he listens to you.
Its a job from hell and no matter how many times your told to quit, your notice stays buried deep in your handbag because all it takes is one lingering gaze and your week has been made. And what if he finally gives you a smile tomorrow, you wouldn't know if you quit all those months ago??
Summary
Roadie!Noel x reader
Noel has been on the road for a few months now but he never misses the chance to talk to his birdy waiting back home for him. Not when he misses you so much. This is more of a blurb than a fic tbh. As always its not been proofread xxx
Fluff.
Count
~1000 words
He had only recently sent you a letter, it was a bit of a joke really among all of his colleagues that every little thing got jotted down and stamped for his bird. His notebook was always getting abused by pen with scribbles in with small doodles.
Noel Gallagher, grumpy faced bum who never actually did his job, was sickeningly sweet for his girl.
As soon as the Carpets arrived in the city, he had taken himself down to the post office with the chunky envelope. Inside was his typical letter: Every single thing down to how many cafes he's past since the last location (well everything except the girls the band would bring back) was written down between lines of total filth and yearning.
That letter had been 12 whole pages torn out his notebook, 2 snippets of songs he was writing and 3 polaroids. One photo of him smiling that smile reserved for these photos (and your eyes) only, one where he was posed in front of some landmark with an ice cream, and one showing just how much he struggled at the mere the thought of you.
The letter should have just arrived this morning, so he can hope for his response in the coming days... one hopefully with a few photos included too.
Writing is one thing, but he misses your face. He misses your voice more though, he's not sure there's anything he misses more.
That's when his feet come to a still in front of a phonebox. He had been sent out to run a few errands around the town before all the shops close.
If his watch was correct, which he's not tested in a while, he has exactly 20 minutes until close. 20 minutes to complete all his tasks in 4 different shops. That should be just enough time assuming he doesn't get distracted.
Which is exactly why he fishes his pocket for change.
He slots his pennies into the machine and dials your landline. He knows its going to be a little late for you with the time difference, even if it is only a few hours.
Noel holds the black phone to his ear and listens to each ring. One, two, three, through. "Lovey? Its me, just found a phone." He says with a grin.
His voice sends butterflies through your stomach. You feel light, airy and abuzz all at once. Its been a while since he called, too long in your opinion - though any less than daily is too long.
"Noel? I just got your letter this morning. Did Clint really say that to you?" You giggle when you remember his little scribbled story, the one that he had clearly written directly after with how much detail was included. Your so giddy your fingers move before you think, phone chord getting twirled through your fingertips.
"Yeah... 's not important though. I'd rather hear 'bout that job yer were tryin' ta get." He says gruffly as he leans against the wall and tries to act as though this isn't the highlight of his week. Though he gives up on that quickly and pulls out an old photograph of you from his pocket.
He holds the folded paper between his fingertips as he listens to you talk uninterrupted, almost like if he imagines hard enough he can pretend he's really sat with you again. Like if he reached out, he could genuinely run his fingers through your hair.
He'd be downright mortified if anyone saw him this soft, but his heart doesn't care, not when he's gone this long without your voice.
Maybe he was lying... he probably misses your touch most.
You talk all about the job opening, your interview and the grubby receptionist and he listens with a stupid little grin. He doesn't stop you when you pivot onto your mum and your weekly shop, he doesn't correct you when you get the date wrong, he just listens.
Listens and adds his own experiences when your stories grow stale.
Minutes trickle by without either of you even noticing, his pocket grows empty of change and yet despite the sheer detail packed into your exchanged letters, your both still able to chatter like you've not spoken in years.
When Noel goes to slot another coin into the machine, his hands are empty. "Ah, bollocks." He grumbles to himself.
You know that sound, a premature farewell is forming on the tip of his tongue.
"Sorry, Love. 'm not made a money. I'll read it all in them letters, aye?"
You sigh and flick your eyes to the clock on your wall. Its been just shy of 2 hours now. 2 hours too short. "Yeah, s'pose so. Guess i'll just keep missin' you for now."
"That's a good lass, I love yer. Oh and tell me ma I love her too."
"That you love her too. Mhm, on it." You say it at the same time, you already know the routine. He's spent all his change on this call and hasn't got any left for his mum - poor woman.
He doesn't put the phone down until he hears the important words said back to him though. "And I love you too of course" You sing with a smile, unwinding the wire around your finger for the nth time.
You hear a small chuckle as the the line rings out.
He was definitely lying, Noel Gallagher wants nothing more than to bury his face in your chest and feel each breath of yours right now. He yearns to turn into a living tangle of arms and legs as you both tumble back into his warm bed.
Soon. He goes home soon. Home to cold, home to mundanity, and home to you.
End note
I'm trying to post more frequently so I know this is a bit short but i hope its cute too and on an unrelated note whyy is fruit so spenny like let a girl eat some fucking mango in financial peace istg
Summary
Dilf Ghostface!Liam x reader
Hcs of different eras of Liam as ghostface from scream. This second part is obvs the gorgeous old man. Some film scenes but mostly just general hcs.
Part 1 - 90s ᯓ. ★ Part 2 - Dilf
Warnings
Anything you would associate with the scream franchise rlly. Blood, brief mentions of gore, mentions of murder, etc, etc. Brief mentions of knife play but nothing graphic. Not proof read as usual x
ᯓ ✮ .* He has time on side. He knows he can wait, plan and enjoy first.
ᯓ ✮ .* He toys with you long before he strikes. The calls start early, innocent with just a hint of his true intentions slipping through. Mostly flirting and quizzing you on music/films with simple tuts when your wrong. He's a little dissapointed his smart girl has got such a simple question wrong.
ᯓ ✮ .* Dilf!Liam is much better at flirting. Like miles better.
ᯓ ✮ .* Once the calls have settled into uncomfortable territory, the flirting turns to taunting and the quizzes carry genuine consequences to put you on edge. He is actually in the area and trying to scare you just because he loves hearing your little gasps through the speaker.
ᯓ ✮ .* These include knocks on the window, ringing your doorbell, leaving letters etc.
ᯓ ✮ .* I imagine when he finally crosses the line its earlier then he planned because he's actually disappointed you got such a simple Beatles question wrong. So now your friends screams are fully audible through the phone.
ᯓ ✮ .* The biggest difference between 90s Liam and Dilf Liam as ghostface is that he isn't that sidekick architype anymore. Dilf Liam does this totally solo purely for the love of the game.
ᯓ ✮ .* Since he's solo, he does it all: planning, the physical labour and the calls. His plan is a little sloppy and definitely leans on luck as he eyeballs details and trusts the process, but its solid and very much him.
ᯓ ✮ .* He's also far more menacing when required. His voice is raspier, lower and he has the life experience to back it all up.
ᯓ ✮ .* In terms of strength, he is genuinely intimidating. Look at those arms bb. He could defo trap you in a headlock easily, same with pinning you down etc
ᯓ ✮ .* He takes the costume a little more seriously. Its less of a joke and more of a way to keep you guessing.
ᯓ ✮ .* He's still cocky, but with age he's learned his limits and faults. He still thinks he's got this in the bag, but he's less likely to slip up stupid.
ᯓ ✮ .* He definitely toys with you publicly too, just to see if you can figure him out. He might post something on twitter that to anyone else seems like his regular rubbish, but you just have this deep sense of dread. Because its just too much of a coincidence.
ᯓ ✮ .* His weapon of choice is more realistic. A traditional hunters knife. Small and easy to use.
ᯓ ✮ .* You hear him coming purely by footsteps alone. His heavy boots and confident stride mean you can hear him coming even without the tambourine.
ᯓ ✮ .* Even disguised, he doesn't hide his walk. The black robe sways with his cocky stride.
ᯓ ✮ .* When suited up, Dilf!Liam will play things up. If he was closing in on you but you spot him and your no within reach yet, he acts a bit like a mime. Like imagine how he would do for like a kid or something yk.
ᯓ ✮ .* You'll be hiding under some table with the tablecloth hiding you from outside eyes, but you can hear as he gets close. Heavy steps approaching the table.
ᯓ ✮ .* He never strikes silently. That's not right, not to you. So when he reaches the table, he'll let you know he knows.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Bunny hidin' like a little girl?"
ᯓ ✮ .* "I know your braver than that, Love."
ᯓ ✮ .* "Let me see that stubborn face."
ᯓ ✮ .* He rips the cloth clear off just to hear your gasp/scream and watch as your body jolts with fear.
ᯓ ✮ .* His gloved hands brush your cheeks, wiping any tears before giving your hair a little tug.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Think I caught my Bunny."
ᯓ ✮ .* Imagine him using the knife, not cutting but grazing down your gasping chest, icy metal against flushed skin.
ᯓ ✮ .* His stamina isn't what it once was so he takes longer to observe before he runs in.
ᯓ ✮ .* Since he works out now and runs you don't stand a chance in physcial confrontation. He can outrun you and overpower you so stamina is your best bet.
End note
This was meant to just be combined with the first part but I've been way more busy then I thought lmao. Alsoo off topic but like nothing makes a girl feel sexier then finally getting that uncomfy bra fitting experience and suddenly the cherries can hang properly like omfg I feel so hot rnnnn
Hcs of difference eras of Liam as ghostface from scream. This first part is the 90s. Some film scenes but mostly just general hcs.
Part 1 - 90s ᯓ. ★ Part 2 - Dilf
Warnings
Anything you would associate with the scream franchise rlly. Blood, brief gore, mentions of murder, etc, etc. Not proof read at all lmao
ᯓ ✮ .* You and Liam are mutuals. Lots of shared friends and interests. You frequent pubs and sneak into cinemas for new horrors together.
ᯓ ✮ .* Though, you wouldn't say your really mates with Liam. He's a bit odd and very boisterous when your around others. Though you definitely can enjoy your time together.
ᯓ ✮ .* I like to imagine in addition to being obsessed with being all 'rock 'n' roll' like the pistols and such, he's a total horror head and wants to be like his favourite slashers just as much. He's a total fanboy.
ᯓ ✮ .* He fancies you purely because you remind him of those girls in the films. Both the sexy final girls... and the helpless victims he gets to mess with. He wants to hunt you down.
ᯓ ✮ .* So he definitely projects a lot onto you, similarly to how he projected Yoko onto Patsy.
ᯓ ✮ .* Which is why when he meets your crappy boyfriend he starts to fantasise all the ways he can remove him from the picture. How he could corner you once your helpless, how he could make you choose him.
ᯓ ✮ .* When Noel proposes a plan for their spree (framing it just like all those films Liam adores) Liam laps it up, as long as he's the only one to lay a hand on you. Though he forgot to mention to Noel that he wasn't going to kill you...
ᯓ ✮ .* He thinks the full costumes are entirely stupid and pointless. He quite likes the masks, but the 'dress' as he calls it makes him feel stupid.
ᯓ ✮ .* He is definitely still very naive. Especially about this whole thing. He is utterly convinced this is all going to work out exactly as he hopes without seeing any obvious flaws.
ᯓ ✮ .* 90s Liam is definitely most like Stu, and Noel is his Billy. Liam is the meat and muscle, not so much the brains. He sees this as a bit of a game, and definitely has his fun with it. He doesn't plan it himself and he couldn't do it himself but he's essential for it to work.
ᯓ ✮ .* On that note, Liam is the one who calls you first. Your not the first victim, you were meant to (as far as Noel was aware) be the final one. He enjoys flirting (badly) and you fall into easy banter since it seems so harmless yet familiar. He spends far longer than necessary on the phone, so much so he definitely has Noel on his back.
ᯓ ✮ .* He 'accidentally' gives away a few clues through the call. He secretly hoped you know its him. He just thinks your so smart after all.
ᯓ ✮ .* Once things change in tone however, he shares the phone with his brother so things can run on track though he's still messing about. He doesn't actually want to put you off. Just toy with you.
ᯓ ✮ .* And oh boy does Liam definitely gets his rocks off on toying with you.
ᯓ ✮ .* You were at a gig when it kicks off, one with friends. There had been a handful of lives taken, enough for the police to try shutting down events like these, but somehow this one was still going.
ᯓ ✮ .* Your friends all suggested the gig since you'd be safe in such a large crowd and more importantly you needed something to get your mind off the horrific news that your boyfriend had been bruitalised.
ᯓ ✮ .* You were with your girls. You each had a drink in one hand as you bob along near the front. Liam was with the lads at the very front. You all knew where each other were.
ᯓ ✮ .* Liam approached your group asking for the next round since once of the lads had just bought the last one. It was your turn. So you reluctantly pull out your wallet and head for the bar.
ᯓ ✮ .* Noel was in position, Liam gave him the heads up when you headed over. Just a menacing call as the drinks were handed over. A menacing call that made you realised you were being watched.
ᯓ ✮ .* Liam 'noticed' your distress and came over to check if you were okay. You told him about the call, how the person knew where you were and what you had ordered.
ᯓ ✮ .* He tried to reassure you it must've been a prank call, there were so many people in the crowd after all. You believed him.
ᯓ ✮ .* You believed him until the phone rang again. He answered for you and dragged you out the loud room and into the hallway between where Noel made his move. You were relieved that Liam was being brave for you, willing to confront whoever was scaring you.
ᯓ ✮ .* Until you saw Liam get 'stabbed' by ghostface.
ᯓ ✮ .* The first chase was all Liam. After playing dead he got into his costume knowing he couldn't be on your suspect list anymore.
ᯓ ✮ .* I imagine the whole time he is gassing himself up too. Saying how brave he was getting stabbed like that. Saying how lucky you were to have such a great guy help you out.
ᯓ ✮ .* His weapon of choice is an ineffective but very stylish starshaped tambourine. He might not be able to stab his victims, but where's the fun in such an easy kill? He wants something recognisable. And with enough force to the head, the tambourine can deal plenty of damage. The metal can certainly make quite the gory sight too. (He definitiely pissed off Noel when he choose it.)
ᯓ ✮ .* If he's chased you somewhere quiet and your trying to hide you would have to hear the rattle as he walks. If he knows he's getting close he definitely shakes it on purpose just to make sure he can smell your fear before he jumps out.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Don't gotta hide from me, love. Show me them tears, they're dead fit." He rasps through the voice distorter as he stands right behind the curtain you've taken refuge in.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Yer a smart girl. All yer had ta do was answer a few questions right."
ᯓ ✮ .* "C'mon pretty. Why don't yer let me give yer a big hug and we can talk this through? I'm not unreasonable"
ᯓ ✮ .* "Come out, come out. Yer can come out for me? Course yer can."
ᯓ ✮ .* He's a tits guy, he definitely loves to watch how your chest heaves with fearful breaths.
ᯓ ✮ .* If you fight back he will be bricked up too. He finds your slaps so hot. When you make his nose bleed he is literally salivating at the mouth.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Why don't yer play nice, birdy? I'm bein' polite here."
ᯓ ✮ .* When catches a glimpse of your legs under some furniture, he will snap you out. One hand on each ankle as he rips you from under the furniture. Is definitely cackling if you scream.
ᯓ ✮ .* "Silly little mouse. Why don't I kiss that bruise better?"
ᯓ ✮ .* If you want to survive, just remember he's cocky. Too cocky. Use that to your advantage. Like imagine those annoying scenes where he doesn't strike you right away because he wants to gloat etc. Like you'd feel like you have plot armour with the way he sets himself up sometimes.
ᯓ ✮ .* He takes his time. He doesnt feel the need to rush neccesesarily. He's all swagger and long, wide steps.
ᯓ ✮ .* That crying scene from the first film? 100% happens if he gets caught out and the plans totally fall flat.
ᯓ ✮ .* Alternatively, he'd rip off his mask all cocky if he has you cornered. He wants to see your reaction. He wants you to know its him.
End Note
This was gonna be a oneshot but I don't think my writing is up to scratch just yet based on my prev work lmao but I rlly cbb waiting to write this I literally love both too muchh. Hope you enjoyed though x
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Series ended TBC
Vampire!90s Noel x fem! reader
You're a freelance photographer who recently got blessed by the gods themselves - Oasis, an explosively hot band, hired you for a career defining photoshoot. It was exclusive and it was strange in a way you couldn't quite place - namely the bizarre rules; outdoor shoots had to take place after sunset, daytime shoots were indoors only, locations could not include houses, rivers and streams are off-limits and film cameras are to be used only. Not to mention the entire band was a little off.
Clearly you had made quite the impression however, because you became the go-to for any and every shoot no matter how big or trivial. Before you even realise it, your timetable has been totally monopolised by the rock sensation. After one particular exchange with your boss, your showered in golden gifts, accompanied on heart-racing late night strolls and even share blood-pumping secrets... are you just particularly flushed today, or is he exceptionally cold?
Warnings:
Vampire related content such as age gaps, blood, religious imagery, death, murder, power imbalances, corruption kink, minor pet play. will add to.
Prologue: As He Faced The Sun
The bands new photographer is a total unknown, totally expendable. Sweet, untouched, delicious. Is he really soft if he watches her walk home every night? He wouldn't say so. He's just making sure no-one else touches and fouls his maturing snack.
You find the entire band a bit off, though something about Noel keeps drawing you in. Are you just particularly flushed today, or is he exceptionally cold?
The bands new photographer is a total unknown, totally expendable. Sweet, untouched, delicious. Is he really soft if he watches her walk home every night? He wouldn't say so. He's just making sure no-one else touches and fouls his maturing snack.
You find the entire band a bit off, though something about Noel keeps drawing you in. Are you just particularly flushed today, or is he exceptionally cold?
Warnings:
Vampire related content (Blood, death, religious imagery), corruption kink, pet play if you squint ig, power imbalances. This chapter is pretty tame tbh.
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Part:
Prologue
Prologue ᯓ. ★ Part 1
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Its a bustling day in the studio, full of life and its chaos. Though today isn't the band working on music, half the band isn't even here. Today is just a photoshoot. Its only Noel, his brother and you - his new little 'project'.
Behind him, a solid white backdrop. Thick, sturdy and well used despite its recent purchase. You're a new photographer on the scene. So your professional portfolio is light on the ground - so much so it's exclusively filled with the band as you hadn't any experience before you got mysteriously (and extremely fortunately) hired... Though you also wont get any more for the next few months of this tour.
Behind that white wall is about 7 roadies running around like headless chickens. They're arranging wires, loading vans, spilling tea. "FUCKIN' hell, you tart. Not me work trousers," yells a loud scouse voice, one that is accompanies a particularly rapidly beating heart.
Noel has already decided that one, the scouser, has been pushing it recently. He's always shouting indoors with such a grating voice, he's drinks more booze than he works for, and to top it off he plays Reggae.
Thankfully Bonehead had caught word the lad was fresh out a long-term relationship. The sad sod didn't even speak with has mam anymore. He's just a sitting duck, easy pickings.
His sensitive eyes are startled by a sequence of bright flashes.
"Noel, I need you looking to the left. Just past the clock, remember?" Your voice cuts right through his thoughts. He clears his throat and looks where he was instructed. His eyes settle back on the clock, 18:12.
He cant get distracted by those faint stuttering hearts when your watching, especially not when they all pale in comparison to you thundering one.
This photoshoot was over-running, It was supposed to have concluded 12 whole minutes ago. Arranging a shoot today was by all accounts a horrible idea but he cant help it, he wants you near, and today was the only day you could squeeze in another shoot.
Tonight would be your first night shooting the gigs. It was scheduled to start at 20:00, though you were still concluding this photoshoot. Noel had panicked once your contract for the albums artwork concluded, and hired you for live images. So now your going to be totally out of your depth photographing the gigs... assuming we even arrive on time for the gig to start.
Another sequence of bright flashes flood the set.
"Perfect. Liam, could you take a half step to the camera. Thank you."
Your not necessarily a photographic prodigy, but you take care with composition and create passable if not amaturish outcomes. Certainly your best trait for this job however is that you simply don't ask questions.
Management tells you that you can't use mirrors - either as props or in the actual camera itself? Fine, you prefers shooting film anyways. Digital is still a bit too new for you. Management don't want you taking any band pictures in outdoors? Not a bother at all. You're already arranging the key lights. Management refuse religious imagery? Perfect, you weren't planning it anyways. You're not exactly the religious type anyways.
Noel knows its simply because your still so new. You don't know industry standards yet. This was still your first ever contract. Noel sniffed you out right away as an unknown, someone who's missing status would barely lift any eyebrows...
Though he's since changed his mind. Your nicer to sniff about, nicer to watch then you could be eaten. He'd only get one meal out of you after all.
"Liam, could you lean back a little. Just- ah perfect."
All this to say, this photoshoot wasn't supposed to happen at all, much less so close to a gig. Until as soon as yesterday it wasn't even going to. The roadies are manic, management is growing twitchy, and even your heart-rate was picking up as the clock ticked on. It sounds delicious, sure, but caused purely by anxiety.
This shoot was to be 'considered' for the album promotion though Noel already knew it wasn't what he wanted. Any excuse to keep her in sight, is a good enough excuse for him.
His eyes were starting to sting as the flash irritates him again.
"Now if you could both look down the lens, I think we can wrap this up." You say with a sparkling, but slightly panicked smile. Its so sweet, so honest, so hopeful.
So utterly untouched by the world.
He watches you instead of the camera as you assesses how they're both arranged with a click of your tongue. He knows what that means, one of them isn't quite right probably Liam. He's watched you enough to know your ticks, your little quirks. He finds them cute, like a little lamb.
Before you get the chance to arrange them just right though, a suit steps up, practically breathing down your neck. He snaps something Noel couldn't make out, though your reaction is loud and clear: Heart thundering. Blood gushing. Breathing rapid.
"Can uh- can we please just take one more-" You ask the man politely, eyes set low on his shiny shoes. You voice is nothing like the enthusiastic tone used moment prior for directing. This was nervous. This was vulnerable.
"If the talent thinks she needs another, then we take another." Noel says flatly. Eyes set on the suit with frustration. The man doesn't meets Noels eyes before he nods dismissively and before strutting back to his office. He has told you what needed telling already.
You clears your throat anxiously, eyes still set low. You adjust your grip on the camera stand, hands clenching and unclenching, careful not to shift the actual camera.
With a deep breath, you flick your eyes back to the brothers. "Thank you," you smile warmly, genuinely thankful that Noel had stood up for you. You've come to trusts them. They're warm, they're kind, they're artists. They get it.
You look back down the viewfinder and reassesses their positions. "Noel, could you please take a step closer... And Liam could you please turn your shoulders just a little."
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it was so hectic getting to the gig on time that he hadn't even managed to catch you yet, and they were due to walk out in just 5 minutes. He wasn't happy, not one bit. How was he meant to focus when all he could think about was that suit bothering his sweet photographer? You're too soft for the likes of them. He wanted to talk to you, ideally close enough to smell you and your blood so he could pretend earlier never happened.
He scowls as he walks, eyes on the floor. He huffs with each door he sweeps through, twitching fingertips deep in his pockets so they can brush the seems. His gums burn with each roadie he passes, aching and throbbing in his mouth. Each room is cold and loud. The hallways warm but louder.
Some poor soul sprints past him, nudging him with enough power he nearly lashes out in response. He's hungry. Far too hungry to deal with such a minor inconvenience. Once made all the worse when the scrawny lad apologises and asks if he's seen Liam in that grating scouse accent. It would be so easy to just sink his fangs-
Noel just huffs, shaking the urge out his head. He doesn't have the time for that. Not if wants to find his camera girl.
The lad just hurries further down the hall, desperately searching for the frontman.
Noel passes into the next hallway over, a darker one, when that sweet scent hits his nose. His whole body practically lifts. His joints feeling young, light and alive. "Ah! Clicky. They still not givin' yer a break?" He practically beams. He knows its his doing that has you schedule packed, and it fills him with a smug pride.
You flushes and school your gaze back to your equipment, pretending to be busy with the viewfinder. "Thought you agreed to stop calling me that," you puff your cheeks with nerves and dare a quick gaze up. Your fingers hold the camera tight, fidgeting with the strap.
Without the studio makeup and lighting, Noel looks a fair bit different. His skin is a dull pale, lifeless around the eyes. His fingers are twitchy in his pockets. His posture a slight hunch at the shoulders. He looks... burned out. or maybe just exhausted.
Noel grins at your words, sharp teeth peaking over his lower, colourless lip, nipping the flesh enough to make it bloom a patch of red. "Sorry, sorry. Forgot yer were a right picky missy." He scoff as he pulls a packet of cigarettes out his pocket.
"Move here, look there, don't call me this," He mutters as he lifts one to his reddened lips. The light casts a warm glow over his otherwise pale face, its makes him look a little more lively. "We certainly keep yer busy, don't we pet?" He blows the cloud just past your face.
You watch his lips as he lights the fag, your tongue shyly swiping your own now slightly dry lips. Its a brief trance your snapped out of as the cloud hits your nose. You're not entirely what to say to his teasing so you choose to dumbly nod along.
He wordlessly passes you the fag, a sly smirk on his face as his fingers whisp over yours. Its not a proper touch, he couldn't. Not yet at least. Soon though. One puff, one thought, one sin at a time.
You take it gladly, but that icy shot through your hand startles you. Are you just particularly flushed today, or is he exceptionally cold? You ignore his icy fingertips and hold the cigarette to your own lips. You take a deep drag, exactly how Noel had taught you the other week. You don't smoke, not unless prompted. Its only polite after all if its offered.
"Y'know, I've been needing a more intimate shoot. Just me, none of the other lads. You free later this week, little lamb?" He asks casually. He didn't need one at all. But he wants one. He wants however many you'd give him. "Just me, you, and my suite. Don't even need all that lighting. Could get yer a few drinks if it sweetens the deal?"
You choke on the cigarette, smoke catching on your started breath and lodging deep in your chest. It wasn't the offer of more work personally suggested by Noel himself that shocked you, but the way he phrased it. Intimate. Was that just... alone? Did that mean he has a bloody lingerie line-up? Or are you just incredibly perverse for letting your mind even wander there?
You quickly hand back the cigarette and splutter into your hand. He had to mean it like that. Its off the record, he's offering drinks, it would be in his hotel room...
Your eyes water with the violence of your cough, your face deeply buried in your hands to hide the flush in your cheeks.
Noel wants to pat you back, its a perfect excuse to get close after all, but your still just too innocent. He couldn't touch you if he wanted. So he can only stand infront of you, watching you clear your throat.
"I'm sure you'll find plenty company after this gig, Mr Gallagher." You say once your throat has settled enough to talk. Your cheeks are still a dusty pink.
"Noel, its Noel. Mr Gallagher is currently lost somewhere down the hall," He responds too quickly, stuffing the cigarette back between his lips.
"Noel, sorry." You correct yourself. Then you quickly pull the camera over your head and straighten up. "Break a leg. I'll get a great angle for those headlines." You say with a straight faced before turning too quickly and scampering off elsewhere.
He watches you go with a smile. The cigarette had burned all its way to the filter, making his face feel warm again.
His fangs simmer deep in his mouth, reminding him exactly why he was so irritable today. Oh- He knows exactly where Liam is. He can guess who Liams with and that tells him exactly what his brother was doing. "That greedy prick." He mumbles as turns sharply on his heel and heads back in the drection he came, the direction he saw that blood bank wander just before.
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The band were late to walk, but they were glowing. Their glam team could clean them up nice - too nice, and far too quickly too, it had only been 20 minutes since you last saw Noel. In fact, they look so different you could be convinced they were different people. The difference was truly night and day. It genuinely looked as though someone had went out and found the most attractive lookalikes they could find - which considering their lateness is a very believable answer.
They walk out with confidence, shoulders rolled back. Their eyes are bright, wide and blown at the pupil with a sharp, predatory angle at the edges. Their skin glows, not at all the dull appearance of earlier. Even their expressions are bolder. Any ounce of their burned out appearances had been totally replaced with a seductive vibrancy. Their steps are wide and assured as they take their spots on stage. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug amung whatever else they've clearly taken.
You, along with every single member of the audience, can only stare. Your far too awed by their otherworldly aura to even remember the hefty camera in your hands. And when Noels eyes hone in on you, your knees actually tremble. You feel pathetic, but you feel like a mere mortal in the presence of gods.
He watches as you jolt into action once the chorus of screams finally registers. Despite the surge of excited bodies behind you, Noel can only pay his attention to you and that distracting heart as always. It hammers over any noise the crowd could make, a satisfying and steady - if not slightly elevated - thump that makes his own lifeless vessel of a body seemingly light up.
You lift the camera to your eye quickly, assuming his intense gaze was judgement for not doing an adequate job of handling the camera. That heat must be frustration. That linger must be disproval. That wink must be-
He winked??
At the camera. He winked at the camera. Not at you, that would be silly. He is just engaging with the camera, nothing more, nothing less.
Cold beer splashes your back but you barely notice. Your too hot, too focused, too flustered.
You snap a few shots as they begin their set, none particularly thought out, just making the most of the moment. You try to photograph the whole band, but you just cant help drifting back to Noels watchful eye. Not even Liam was engaging so much with the camera.
And as the gig continues, you don't even realise you've stayed captivated by Noel for the entire set. The whole bulk of film has been filled nearly exclusively by the glowing guitarist.
He noticed, of course he noticed. He just finds you so cute getting all distracted like some simple-minded pet.
He also knows he's going to need to fight with management himself if you'd keep this job as their tour photographer - which he fully intends on doing. This arrangement couldn't be more perfect: you get a paying job, experience and the illusion of creative freedom, and he he gets to keep you close, watched and safe.
You'd just need to learn to take a few more photos.
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The gig wraps up and the drinks come pouring. Your handed a glass without asking, nudged from room to room. The bass thumps loud, practically shaking the walls and their decorations. The rooms are boiling, loud and busy. Its too much.
Way too much.
Not to mention you'd planned on heading home early tonight regardless. You'd felt you had been getting followed recently. It started small, just a feeling as you left the studio at night.
The feeling of being watched in the dark was enough to scare you shitless as is. It put you on edge, made you double check each corner, made you walk quicker. You'd never been so aware of your surroundings before. Never felt like prey before.
But recently you could've sworn you could actually see a pair of eyes in the shadows. The first time you saw two shining shapes in the shadows you actually felt your blood run cold. They were practically glowing the dark, unblinking and almost ghoulish. They were across the road, a few meters back behind the lamppost. You hugged the pavement that whole walk, keeping to the lit main road.
Since that first night, they've only become more common. You've not gone a single walk without seeing them in over 2 weeks now. And they keep getting closer. What started as a solid 7 meters away now seemed more like 3.
Not once have you ever heard footsteps accompanying the eyes And you never see them move. They're just there.
No matter how much you change your route, they still remain - following silently in the shadows. So tonight, you'd go home early in hopes it might make you feel safer.
You don't even stay to finish you drink before you hand it to some tipsy roadie so you can make your move to the exit. "Where you going?" He asks with a confused smile but still taking the drink gladly. The sound of the room nearly entirely drowns out his voice, but its enough to fill your very bones with dread.
"I uh- I need to - y'know - go develop those photos from the uh-" You stutter a little nervous. You had hoped to slip out unquestioned as usual at events like these, but it was far too early in the evening for anyone to have had enough to drink. Someone bumps into you from behind, knocking you a little closer to the young man.
"Ah. Yeah sure." He says dismissively as he tips back the drink you handed him. He didn't even bother pretending to care since its nothing of interest. "Have you seen John? That scouser with a right gob?" He asks with frustration. His voice was already raised to be heard over the music but the strain sounds like he's sick of the question already, you clearly weren't the first.
You get handed back the empty cup as you lean in to make sure you caught the right name. "John?" You clarify with confusion. You didn't know many of the roadies as tonight had been your first day working along side the crew at a gig, but John was especially irritating. He was all mouth and no brain so unfortunately you can put the name to his face. Though you hadn't seen the man since he made a scene earlier in the studio. "No, not since the uh- studio though I doubt I was the uh- last to-"
He cuts you off again. A dismissive nod and pat on the arm before he starts looking around the room. "Right, no bother lass. He weren't on the bloody cables 's all." He murmurs as he begins to walk off, the words blending in to the general wall of sound.
You clear your throat which was growing a little tight from how much you had strained it with that short conversation alone and head for the exit. Its a squeeze to get through and some polite 'good night's are exchanged but your able to slip out the door relatively quickly.
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Noel watches you walk. His precious camera girl was visibly troubled tonight. He keeps his distance, just enough so you can't see him as a whole through the dark.
He knows you've seen him in some capacity, you've locked eyed more times than you should have. He should keep more distance really, but he cant help himself. He likes to follow you. He likes to hunt you.
He likes that you know.
Each time your heart quickens, he can practically taste it. Its sweet like you, but far more rich. Its most delicious thing he's tasted in a long time.
He also likes to make sure no-one else can get a look in. If he follows you then no-one else can. Noel hadn't been letting this snack mature for anyone to come and steal it. Its been hard enough keeping the bands fangs out your soft neck. You're going to be a delicacy. He just needs to wait a little longer.
He's already invested too much time.
You walk largely the same route as usual. A few different turns which wouldn't throw any true hunter off, but its a cute effort.
Noel is surprised as you takes a turn into the park though. are you stupid? You're scared that you're being followed so you take a turn into a park where there are ample bushes to hide in? Oh- you are stupid. His stupid little lamb. You're lucky you have a guardian angel.
He listens as your feet snap and crack as you step over twigs and leaves. you pass a dense brush which makes his guns tingle. He only fed hours previous but you makes it so easy to just grab and-
He stops dead in his tracks when the small church comes into view. You walk up the steps and directly towards the small building.
He's frozen as he watches. He cant take another step, he's right at the boundary. His toes brush the fence, tense with anxiety. This wasn't good. Not good at all.
He knew you were innocent, too innocent to touch properly, but not innocent enough to not touch at all. If you were practicing, you would be. So why were you falling to religion now? You aren't religious, he'd checked. He'd made sure. Did his presence make you that scared?
He would need to put an end to this swiftly.
Sorry this took so long. Have been rlly busy. This whole part has been writen with Charlis new album on repeat lmao. Next part will def be sooner. Rlly hope you enjoyed <33
Noel wants to write something just as perfect as his girlfirend, but she gets bored of his fussing. Domestic fluff.(reader is a bit of a shit and quite a klutz.)
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It's a casual afternoon for you and Noel - a quiet, uneventful Wednesday. Its exactly how you like it: no noise, no flashing cameras, nothing except the frustrated huffs from the sofa opposite. Not an ounce of the extermal stress that came clinging to your boyfriend - it felt normal, it felt light, warm in a way you had begun to miss.
Noel was fussing over his guitar as usual, surrounded by papers, references and discarded notes. His fingers pluck over the same sweet melody you've begun to recognise. He's been stuck on the same short segment for the past hour. It sounds good to your ears, but he clearly isn't satisfied just yet because he stops abruptly again at the same spot and scowls.
You stopped paying him any mind about forty minutes (and eight 'Sounds great love's) ago. You don't leave him though, you stay and you listen. He's always claimed that he works better with your presence - though the past hour would say differently.
You're draped comfortably on the plush settee, a bottle of nail polish in one hand as you carefully paint your dull nails. The polish has that thick smell, a familiar scent that still makes your nose scrunch up each time.
"Is it just me or..." He trails off as he repeats the exact same melody again, fingers expertly hitting each string. "Sounds off dunnit?" He grumbles like a man far beyond his years, all rough and grumpy. You know he isn't really asking you, he's more thinking out loud, but your head flicks from your nails regardless.
His bushy eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, below his eyes are slightly narrowed at his guitar. You notice his knee was bouncing to an odd pace too, lost in some rhythm you couldn't hear. Its steady and deeply familiar, though from where your unsure. Likely some old song he was 'inspired' by... or maybe he's been bouncing it so long that it's stuck.
He's lost. That much is clear. Such a beautifully creative mind, yet a minefield all at once. You should probably fish him out sooner rather than later. "Noel?" You hum. He barely hears you. "Noely, sunshine?" You coo, purposefully babyish to piss him off get his attention. His eyebrow twitches, which makes you giggle a little. You caught his attention but hes still concentrated elsewhere. He grunts as you playfully nudge his foot with your own. "Is my darling here with me?" You were being annoying on purpose, but it works. It always works probably due to years of dealing with a younger brother.
Finally Noel flicks his eyes from the strings to your face, looking extremely unimpressed at this distraction. "Would you stop tryin' ta bloody distract me, woman? This 'as gotta be perfect y'know? 'M a bleedin' worldclass rockstar, yeah?" He grumbles all gruff to hide the way his lips curve just a little at the edges - he's never been to hide that stupid little smile when he looks at you.
"Sounds perfect to me." You say dismissively. He only tuts as your foot playfully drags up his leg, brushing over old denim.
Your foot is abruptly swatted by his large hand as it reaches his knee, just enough force to make a slapping sound without leaving a mark. "That's saying nowt all though. You'd think anything I play is perfect." He replies, lips finally curving into a smug smirk.
"I dont just think-" You respond confidently, body shifting to cross the gap your foot has left. Your body crosses the space quickly, fast enough you accidentally smack your chin against his guitar neck. "-I know." Despite an attempt to maintain composure, a giggle slips out regardless.
"Yer a bull in a china shop is what you are." He chuckles as he sets aside his guitar, his warm hands quickly brushing your chin. It could almost be described as a tender touch the way his thumb runs over your lighly reddened skin - if he didn't then make a point of pressing against the red mark after just to make you wince a little, which he laughs louder at the prick.
Being a well-adjusted and mature adult, you of course retort by licking a particularly slobbery stripe up to his wrist. Light bounces off the glistening line, shimmering as Noel quickly tugs his hand away with a tut and some colourful words on his tongue. Before a single syllable can mature your gasping and jumping up to your feet. "Oh piss piss piss!" You squeak like a mouse.
Your nail varnish had spilled all over your lap. Those jimmies were thoroughly ruined.
You bolt upstairs to try salvage the material, hopping into the bath to rinse and scrub at the pyjamas ."Its going to stain!" He hears your voice yell from the other room.
Noel watches you go with a goofy little smile, one he kept purely to himself. "My stupid girl." He mumbles to himself, shaking his head fondly as his foot begins to tap that familiar beat again. He wants this to be perfect. He wants to sing it to you in bed where the only instruments are his voice and the beat of your heart. He wants you to be able to hum it to yourself while he's away, the singing different but heartbeat the same.
It really did need to be perfect if it was about you. Anything less would be downright offensive.
End Note:
Wanted to get something a bit cuter written before I lock on my vampire fic. This was meant to come out abt a week ago but I live laugh love procrastinating <3 Not proof read. Hope You enjoyed anyhows!
You're a freelance photographer who was recently blessed by the gods themselves - Oasis, an explosively hot band, hired you for a career defining photoshoot. It was exclusive, and strange in a way you couldn't quite place - namely, the bizarre rules: outdoor shoots had to take place after sunset; daytime shoots were indoors only; locations could not include houses; rivers and streams are off-limits; and only film cameras were allowed. Not to mention the entire band was a little... off.
Clearly, you had made quite the impression, however, because you became the go-to for any and every shoot, no matter how big or trivial. Before you even realise it, your timetable had been totally monopolised by the rock sensation. After one particular exchange with your boss, you're showered in golden gifts, accompanied on heart-racing late night strolls, and even share blood-pumping secrets...
Are you just particularly flushed today, or is he exceptionally cold?
would someone actually be interested in this series? I realise it might a bit specific lmao. It would be about 5 parts of him slowly corrupting the sweet photographer x
