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#spoiler but sub!noel fic is current noel & also includes temperature play bc im a little freak when it comes to that man & also i don't think anyone here has done that yet have they??
I read satin & laced again this morning I gobbled that shit up man oh my god oh my god that old man is so desperate it makes him look stupid fuck yumyumyumyumyumyumyumyumyum
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH it's still my fave fic i've written so far ohhh he makes my stomach fill with butterflies in that fic and I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE HIM LIKE THAT😭😭 i need him so fucking badddduygggghhhh. thats all. thank you.
warnings: swearing, intentional grammar mistakes, use of y/n (just to sign off letters), heavily inspired by his inspiral carpets letters, dates are obviously not historically accurate but whooo cares?!
note: and it's over!! :( i had this cute idea for the epilogue so i hope people enjoy it; i think it's really sweet!! the main series is over but i may still write some bonus bits as i just love it so much <3
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3 YEARS LATER
JUNE, 1989
dear noel,
is it to soon to be writing you a letter? i know it's only been three days, but it's hard to call you with such a big time difference, and since you're moving hotels every other day!
how is it in america? i bet it's much different from here. much bigger for a start! and i hope the flight was okay - i bet it took forever. but hopefully you landed safely!
the first gig would've been over by the time you get this, so i hope it went well for the band! bet the crowds were barely as good as over here though.
i hope you're able to get back to me soon, even if this was just a short letter! but if not, then at least try to call! but if you can, write back asap!
love,
y/n
hey love,
it's mad here. most of the people have a shit taste in music, but the food is MEGA!! portions twice the size of the ones back home!!
been to 5 states so far, they've been alright. nothing special, apart from the food that i already mentioned.
the first few gigs went alright - crowd weren't really losing their heads... but what do you expect from these (fuckin') americans!
plus nobody here gives a fuck about football so i've had to wait HOURS just to figure out last night's result!! only worse thing about not being in m.c.r is not being able to see you!
been too long without you. can't wait to see you as soon as i get back. promise!
- noel
p.s. put an extra passport photo in here for you. hope the hair doesn't look TOO long!
SEPTEMBER, 1989
dear noel,
how's it going in south america?! i hear the shows are always good there, can you confirm or deny? hopefully much better than they were in the usa. maybe they're allergic to good music.
speaking of the band, liam was really appreciative of his birthday present! well, he called you lazy at first for "just picking something from the merch stand to send off", but he's come around, as you can see from the photo!
he's shot up in the last two months or so. he's even taller than me! don't think that shirt will fit him for long - he might even be taller than you now! when i visited on the weekend, i could tell he misses you. even if he won't admit it. i can't believe he's seventeen now! i still remember when he was just a little thing.
but i think i miss you much more than he does. i can't wait to see you again! i'm counting down the days until you take that flight home, even if you're having the time of your life all the way over in argentina!
write back when you can! i love you!
love,
y/n
hey love,
HA! look at that silly cunt! course he'd moan about the shirt. it's only good one in his wardrobe! he better not fuckin complain about it its the thought that counts!!
and taller than me? is he fuck? he fucking WISHES! the little fella better watch out if he thinks he's gonna be taller than me.
ANYWAYS, south america is TOP!!! much better than the state's... the gig's have been mental! could even be better than back home might i add! you can barely hear the music over their singing!
still in argentina right now, but not too long until we head to brazil - thats our last stop until heading back to m.c.r, but i suppose my stalker already knows that, don't you?!
missing you more than anything right now. was hoping you'd return my favours with all those id photos i'd been putting in the envelopes!! suppose it doesn't matter now as i'm back in just over a week. but next time i'm away, i expect a photo of YOU... NOT rkid!
see you soon!!
- noel x
FEBRUARY, 1990
hey love,
what's all this about rkid and a hammer??? mam gave me a call yesterday... i was possibly too stoned to listen fully. don't tell her! BUT it was something about getting whacked across the head? hope the kids alright. probably said something to deserve it, though. the prick.
only been back on the road for a week and everything's kicking off back home!!! maybe it's a sign i should start writing more. i'm missing all the interesting stuff. i'm also already missing you - surprise surprise!
but i'll give you a call when i can. should be easier now i'm not halfway across the globe! european tours seem to be MUCH less tiring. for a first i'm not jet lagged every fuckin date of the tour like i was last year. and THANK GOD i've got the rest of the year off after this tour!!!
the band's album is out in 2 months! hope you decide to buy it! may or may not contribute to my wages... MOST of the songs are good. they stick after having to hear them live every night!!
speaking of the band, heres a photo i got given featuring a very handsome young man (can you guess who?!?!)
think that's all with me. not too much i have to say, so i hope you write back faster than i do! love you!!
- noel x
dear noel,
well, writing back faster won't be a problem for me; i'm not the one touring across the continent! feel like i've got all the time in the world compared to you. hope you're not making yourself too busy.
so, where do i start with the liam incident?! yes, he got hit with a hammer at school. i didn't really get the full story from him, but he's completely fine (unsurprisingly).
though i think that hammer may have changed his perspective on himself, in some strange way. he's suddenly all about music! i was thinking at first he probably just missed you and your music, but he's genuinely obsessed, noel. whenever i go to visit, he's bought a new record. it's very odd. you'll see for yourself when you get home. though, it is nice to have something to talk about with him other than football!
but enough about liam. i hope the tour is going well! i'm glad to hear you're not as exhausted as you were last year, but it probably helps when you're not too far from home.
i heard the band's new single, and i'm pretty excited for the rest of their album which i definitely will be buying! i don't think you should be slagging off your employer's unreleased songs, but i'll keep that quiet just for you! (as long as you put me on the guest list for the manchester gig.. can roadies do that? you're probably allowed to. i think they're scared of you.)
i'll update you on any further, as you would say, "mental" things that happen, but until then, i'll wait for a call (or another letter! i'm not too fussy!)
hope to hear back soon! love you too!!
love,
y/n
JANUARY, 1991
dear noel,
first letter since you've been back on tour! it feels weird to be writing after so long, and i'm still not used to you being away again. i hope it's all going well for you in scotland! there's not really any need for me to be writing when you're not that far away, but i miss you already!
i'm off to london for a couple days this week, so apologies if i don't get back to you sooner than you'd wish. got tickets for a gig down there (but probably won't be good as the inspirals!!) but send me a letter anyways!
i'm guessing you've already got the news about liam's band. that was out of the blue, but at the same time, i suppose it was bound to happen. he'd not shut up about being in a band whenever i'd gone to visit. i think they chose him because he wouldn't leave them alone. i'm not too familiar with the rest of them - i know bonehead, he was in the year above me at school. the other two seem alright, though!
and i'm not just saying this to be nice - they're actually really good!! i told liam you'd have to come and see them when you're back, but he was pretty nervous about the prospect of you having a listen. (so if you do see them, don't be mean!!)
i bet you're relieved to be back on the road again! (even if it means not seeing your wonderful girlfriend!) i hope you aren't giving the band too much trouble (because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the other way around.)
but i mean it about liam's band!! when they're all rich and famous, i can be in the front row shouting "i used to babysit the singer!!" like a crazy person. i guess i could mention that i'm in love with his brother too.. but we'll see.. (just kidding!)
they're great and i can't wait for you to come see them. i think you'd be very proud of him, even if you're too much of a grump to admit it.
i can't wait to see you when you get back, and write back asap because i miss you!!!
i love you,
y/n
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warnings: swearing, intentional grammar mistakes, use of y/n (just to sign off letters), heavily inspired by his inspiral carpets letters, dates are obviously not historically accurate but whooo cares?!
note: and it's over!! :( i had this cute idea for the epilogue so i hope people enjoy it; i think it's really sweet!! the main series is over but i may still write some bonus bits as i just love it so much <3
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3 YEARS LATER
JUNE, 1989
dear noel,
is it to soon to be writing you a letter? i know it's only been three days, but it's hard to call you with such a big time difference, and since you're moving hotels every other day!
how is it in america? i bet it's much different from here. much bigger for a start! and i hope the flight was okay - i bet it took forever. but hopefully you landed safely!
the first gig would've been over by the time you get this, so i hope it went well for the band! bet the crowds were barely as good as over here though.
i hope you're able to get back to me soon, even if this was just a short letter! but if not, then at least try to call! but if you can, write back asap!
love,
y/n
hey love,
it's mad here. most of the people have a shit taste in music, but the food is MEGA!! portions twice the size of the ones back home!!
been to 5 states so far, they've been alright. nothing special, apart from the food that i already mentioned.
the first few gigs went alright - crowd weren't really losing their heads... but what do you expect from these (fuckin') americans!
plus nobody here gives a fuck about football so i've had to wait HOURS just to figure out last night's result!! only worse thing about not being in m.c.r is not being able to see you!
been too long without you. can't wait to see you as soon as i get back. promise!
- noel
p.s. put an extra passport photo in here for you. hope the hair doesn't look TOO long!
SEPTEMBER, 1989
dear noel,
how's it going in south america?! i hear the shows are always good there, can you confirm or deny? hopefully much better than they were in the usa. maybe they're allergic to good music.
speaking of the band, liam was really appreciative of his birthday present! well, he called you lazy at first for "just picking something from the merch stand to send off", but he's come around, as you can see from the photo!
he's shot up in the last two months or so. he's even taller than me! don't think that shirt will fit him for long - he might even be taller than you now! when i visited on the weekend, i could tell he misses you. even if he won't admit it. i can't believe he's seventeen now! i still remember when he was just a little thing.
but i think i miss you much more than he does. i can't wait to see you again! i'm counting down the days until you take that flight home, even if you're having the time of your life all the way over in argentina!
write back when you can! i love you!
love,
y/n
hey love,
HA! look at that silly cunt! course he'd moan about the shirt. it's only good one in his wardrobe! he better not fuckin complain about it its the thought that counts!!
and taller than me? is he fuck? he fucking WISHES! the little fella better watch out if he thinks he's gonna be taller than me.
ANYWAYS, south america is TOP!!! much better than the state's... the gig's have been mental! could even be better than back home might i add! you can barely hear the music over their singing!
still in argentina right now, but not too long until we head to brazil - thats our last stop until heading back to m.c.r, but i suppose my stalker already knows that, don't you?!
missing you more than anything right now. was hoping you'd return my favours with all those id photos i'd been putting in the envelopes!! suppose it doesn't matter now as i'm back in just over a week. but next time i'm away, i expect a photo of YOU... NOT rkid!
see you soon!!
- noel x
FEBRUARY, 1990
hey love,
what's all this about rkid and a hammer??? mam gave me a call yesterday... i was possibly too stoned to listen fully. don't tell her! BUT it was something about getting whacked across the head? hope the kids alright. probably said something to deserve it, though. the prick.
only been back on the road for a week and everything's kicking off back home!!! maybe it's a sign i should start writing more. i'm missing all the interesting stuff. i'm also already missing you - surprise surprise!
but i'll give you a call when i can. should be easier now i'm not halfway across the globe! european tours seem to be MUCH less tiring. for a first i'm not jet lagged every fuckin date of the tour like i was last year. and THANK GOD i've got the rest of the year off after this tour!!!
the band's album is out in 2 months! hope you decide to buy it! may or may not contribute to my wages... MOST of the songs are good. they stick after having to hear them live every night!!
speaking of the band, heres a photo i got given featuring a very handsome young man (can you guess who?!?!)
think that's all with me. not too much i have to say, so i hope you write back faster than i do! love you!!
- noel x
dear noel,
well, writing back faster won't be a problem for me; i'm not the one touring across the continent! feel like i've got all the time in the world compared to you. hope you're not making yourself too busy.
so, where do i start with the liam incident?! yes, he got hit with a hammer at school. i didn't really get the full story from him, but he's completely fine (unsurprisingly).
though i think that hammer may have changed his perspective on himself, in some strange way. he's suddenly all about music! i was thinking at first he probably just missed you and your music, but he's genuinely obsessed, noel. whenever i go to visit, he's bought a new record. it's very odd. you'll see for yourself when you get home. though, it is nice to have something to talk about with him other than football!
but enough about liam. i hope the tour is going well! i'm glad to hear you're not as exhausted as you were last year, but it probably helps when you're not too far from home.
i heard the band's new single, and i'm pretty excited for the rest of their album which i definitely will be buying! i don't think you should be slagging off your employer's unreleased songs, but i'll keep that quiet just for you! (as long as you put me on the guest list for the manchester gig.. can roadies do that? you're probably allowed to. i think they're scared of you.)
i'll update you on any further, as you would say, "mental" things that happen, but until then, i'll wait for a call (or another letter! i'm not too fussy!)
hope to hear back soon! love you too!!
love,
y/n
JANUARY, 1991
dear noel,
first letter since you've been back on tour! it feels weird to be writing after so long, and i'm still not used to you being away again. i hope it's all going well for you in scotland! there's not really any need for me to be writing when you're not that far away, but i miss you already!
i'm off to london for a couple days this week, so apologies if i don't get back to you sooner than you'd wish. got tickets for a gig down there (but probably won't be good as the inspirals!!) but send me a letter anyways!
i'm guessing you've already got the news about liam's band. that was out of the blue, but at the same time, i suppose it was bound to happen. he'd not shut up about being in a band whenever i'd gone to visit. i think they chose him because he wouldn't leave them alone. i'm not too familiar with the rest of them - i know bonehead, he was in the year above me at school. the other two seem alright, though!
and i'm not just saying this to be nice - they're actually really good!! i told liam you'd have to come and see them when you're back, but he was pretty nervous about the prospect of you having a listen. (so if you do see them, don't be mean!!)
i bet you're relieved to be back on the road again! (even if it means not seeing your wonderful girlfriend!) i hope you aren't giving the band too much trouble (because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the other way around.)
but i mean it about liam's band!! when they're all rich and famous, i can be in the front row shouting "i used to babysit the singer!!" like a crazy person. i guess i could mention that i'm in love with his brother too.. but we'll see.. (just kidding!)
they're great and i can't wait for you to come see them. i think you'd be very proud of him, even if you're too much of a grump to admit it.
i can't wait to see you when you get back, and write back asap because i miss you!!!
i love you,
y/n
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i realised maybe im so behind this weller's daughter fic idea bc if i actually was my name would be ella weller and it would be cool asf to have a rhyming name
hi i am very excited for the last part and ur amazing and ily thank u for supplying us with the best fics🥹
bless your heart thank you so much!! 💗💗💗 it's so nice to hear such lovely words about my fics, it really means a lot to meeee 🥹🥹 i've just posted it so i hope you enjoy!!! 💗
warnings: swearing, kissing, just liam being annoying as usual... i think that's everything!
note: final part of the babysitter... 😕 so sad to bring it to an end.. but don't worry, i have the sweetest epilogue planned i promise <3 thank you SO MUCH for the love on this little series, it has been so lovely to see how many people love it 🥹
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"you're actin' like a right weirdo."
liam's at the table, head turned to fix his eyes onto your still slightly flushed face, due to not enough time given to calm yourself down after your moment with noel. he's biting the edge of his already chewed up pen, eyebrows furrowing when you give him a small laugh in return.
"how?"
he's dropped his pen now, fidgeting in his seat so that he's facing you, kneeling on the chair with his arms over the back of the wood. he's watching you intently, trying to work out your expression.
it's actually impressive how liam's able to see right through you immediately, picking up your giddiness.
"i dunno." he shrugs like it's nothing, despite the perplexed look on his face, "you're just actin' like an idiot."
"be quiet and focus on your work."
despite your words of encouragement to the boy, you're not really taking them well yourself. you can't stop thinking about noel. again. the way he let you kiss him, before eventually kissing you back with so much intensity. which was only moments after him admitting he did like you, and it wasn't just liam trying to wind you up. noel felt the same way about you.
and just the feeling of his hands slipping under your shirt, even if it was just for a couple seconds; the tips of his fingers cold as they trailed up your stomach, the slight chill barely recognised in comparison with the warmth you were feeling in your stomach.
"oi. you're daydreamin'. again."
liam's got that stupidly annoying smirk on his face, when he's caught you doing something that he can use against you whenever he needs to.
"thinkin' about my brother? as usual?"
when your face scrunches up into a less than amused expression, probably because you've been caught red-handed, he takes it as a sign to shut up, turning back around to face away from you. he'd learnt not to piss you off; something he was only able to do on a rare occasion.
yet you don't deny his words, which he may pick up on in a couple seconds, or hours knowing him.
once he's shut his mouth for a couple minutes, just for good measure, he lets himself go again, spewing his nonsense as usual:
"why were y'upstairs for so long, then? were ya with him?"
"liam."
"what?!" he throws his head back in disbelief that you're still not telling him a single thing, accidentally smacking his head against the back of the chair in the process. "ow, fuck!"
"serves you right."
you don't even get the luxury of teasing him back for even a few seconds, because he's already got another round of insults under his belt.
"were you two talkin'? or...?"
he's turned around and sat back up again, eagerly awaiting your response, head resting on his hands that sit on the back of the chair.
your lack of an answer gives him all he needs, grin spreading across his face at record speed.
"you're so obviously shagging."
"stop it, liam. you shouldn't even know what that is at your age."
"what d'you take me for? an idiot?!" he's furrowed his eyebrows again, accusing you at lightning speed. "and you didn't deny it..!"
the silent treatment you're giving him now isn't enough to shut him up, only spurring him on further if that was even possible; the stupidity obvious from sparkle of mischief in his eyes, as well as his inability to hold back his laughter.
"'m not an idiot, i said! i can see you blushin'!"
"i'm not listening to you! i'm going to cook food!"
you've decided to not give him the time of day, swiftly evacuating the room to hopefully let him get back to his work, but mostly just to escape his teasing.
food, you remind yourself, getting yourself back on track, away from liam's gob, away from getting distracted by the thought of noel.
but that's very quickly ruined, as there he is, practically glowing in your eyes, now wearing a greyish jumper that is clearly a couple sizes too big as he leans against the counter, a tiny smile present as he watches you acknowledge his presence.
"when did you get downstairs?"
"when you were gettin' the piss taken out of by my brother."
at that, you realise noel had probably heard liam accuse you - rightfully so - of being intimate with him, meaning you'd immediately ruined his request of not letting liam find out about it.
"i didn't say anything, i swear." your eyes are wide, panicking over something so terribly stupid. "i denied it."
the push off of the counter that he gives himself to stand opposite you weirdly makes you nervous, as if you didn't have his tongue down your throat less than an hour ago. you wouldn't call him intimidating, just sure of himself. makes himself seem confident.
you feel his hands slip into yours, fitting into place like they should've always been there in the first place. it makes your heartbeat quicken from a concoction of nervousness and warmth; the way he touches you like it's absolutely nothing, when in the morning he would've stopped breathing at the idea of his shoulder simply brushing against yours.
"i know y'did," his voice is so much gentler than the bossy, blunt tone he usually spoke in, matching the way he's kept a featherlight hold onto your hands, "but he's not an idiot. well, he is.. but still. we were up there for quite a while."
your shoulders deflate just a little when you realise he's completely right; you both spent quite a while upstairs together, which definitely could've been suspicious to little liam. well, he'd already been suspicious for the last week, but this could be the banker.
"plus," he continues, a slight drawl present in his mouth as he extends his point further, "y'are actin' a bit shifty. all jumpy and that. can't blame our liam for puttin' two and two together."
the expression on your face falls when you realise the truth in his words; you'd been blushing like mad since leaving noel's bedroom, trying your hardest to act casual in front of his little brother, trying your hardest to act like you hadn't just been snogged senseless.
"oh my god, i'm terrible at this.."
"at what?" he shoots you a grin, fingers intertwining with your own, "hidin' how you feel about me?" a little laugh fills the space between you, which becomes more compact as he leans in closer, squeezing your hand in an act of encouragement, "yeah, y'are."
"i'm sorry..." you're completely embarrassed at how you're unable to act normal about him for even five minutes, especially now, when his face is right opposite your own.
"i know you're tryin' your best to lie to the kid." he grins, "but you're a good girl. you're too honest to be good at fibbin'."
his thumb slowly traces over each of your knuckles, which only adds more heat to your face after what he'd just called you.
"yeah." you finally nod, faint smile caught on your face, "but i'll try my best. if it stops him making fun of you. swear it."
"cheers."
he can't wait any longer after your small promise, finally being the one to initiate your third proper kiss. it's slower than anything, and much less heated than the one you'd previously shared upstairs, the faint brush of his nose against yours making you let out a little sigh against his lips.
it doesn't last long when you remind yourself of your whereabouts, right in the middle of the kitchen with liam able to catch you at any moment. he's protesting ever so slightly, leaning in when you first attempt to pull away, desperate to make sure the moment lasts at least a couple seconds longer.
"noel.." your voice comes out in a whisper, pulling away despite hating the idea of not feeling his lips again.
his breathy laugh grazes your lips when he catches on to his adamance to keep kissing you, slight chuckle as he finally fully pulls away from you, hands still locked together. "sorry. keep doin' that."
"it's okay." you whisper, smile still intact even if the racket of your heartbeat was starting to wind you up. "just don't want liam to see. right?"
"right." he nods, "mhm."
you both stand there, and even if it's only for a few seconds, it feels like a lifetime more. neither of you want to be the first to let go, but he eventually, reluctantly, puts himself up for it, after a final squeeze.
"reckon i can go without touchin' you 'til tea."
your smile only grows at that, having to bite your lip to suppress the grin spreading by the millisecond, face warming from the effect that he has on you.
to hide how easily you melt at his words, even after kissing him multiple times now, you pin all your focus on cooking rather than noel, which is harder than it looks when he's right there helping you.
his back now turned towards you doesn't help at all; you're stood there swooning at the sight of just the back his mussed up hair accompanied by the sleeves of his oversized jumper rolled up to his upper forearms, exposing his pale skin. all he was doing was cutting up vegetables, but he looked so perfect doing it.
you're not at all subtle about it, not like you were when you last cooked together, talking and even looking at him only when prompted for most of it, but now you're watching him without any reason to act like you're hiding something. your feelings were out in the open, and so were his.
"stop starin' and help."
noel had clearly felt your eyes boring into the back of his head. he had to, after your minutes of doing absolutely nothing to help with the cooking. his words weren't harsh by any means, instead partly amused, satisfied with how engrossed you were by just the back of him.
"wasn't staring." you lie blatantly, stepping forward, next to him as you turn on the kitchen stove.
"don't bother with all that lying." his laugh is gentle, "you were definitely starin'."
being caught red-handed isn't too ideal, but you didn't care too much now, especially if it meant you got to kiss him again.
"fine," you look up to meet his eyes, your smiles contagious as you make eye contact with him. "i was. i can't help it. your hair looks nice from behind."
"y'don't think it looks like a birds nest? that's what mam says." he snorts mid-slice of the vegetables, lowering the knife onto the cutting board.
"well, to me it's nice," you turn to face him properly, both of your bodies twisting forward, "really nice."
his stupid half-smirk appears again at that, creeping up onto his lips as his voice comes out low, but amused, "reckon you've gone mad."
he turns back toward the knife and the soon-to-be meal, continuing to chop away as you stay right where you are, facing forward to watch him intently.
"probably." your chest brushes against his upper arm as you lean in, your words becoming softer, in a way to make sure liam doesn't get caught overhearing the two of you.
and you catch the action of him rolling his eyes, absolutely no malice behind it, but it's clear that he's trying to brush off how unable he is to resist you. it gets harder after you push closer, your lips curling as he accuses you of being so-called 'mad'.
he gives up after a while, lifting his arm to snake it around the back of your body, caging you in against his chest, snug, as he continued to chop.
multitasking is impossible for noel when you're basically in his arms, though, the heat of his body mixing with yours while you start stirring the contents inside the saucepan.
"thought you didn't want to get caught?"
he shakes his head at your snark, biting his tongue to hold back his own, equally as snarky comment.
"i don't." his voice has matched the low volume of yours, "but i can't keep my hands off you. especially after i caught you looking at the back of me head."
"just be quiet and finish chopping them." you try to stay calm, serious as he leans closer into your back, but the rising smile planted on your lips really tells him you're enjoying the close proximity.
but the knife stills on the board at that, fingers lifting to find your waist. it takes you by surprise when you're suddenly spun round at a steady pace, facing him with widened eyes. well, wider than usual when looking at him.
"then stop distractin' me."
"you trapped me in here." you shoot back, biting the inside of your bottom lip to suppress your smile at least a tiny amount. "you're distracting me."
his eyes flicker down to your lips as he takes in your words, but you're the one to finish his thoughts for him, hands splayed across the sides of his face when you pull him in against your lips, fingers tracing against his overgrowing sideburns.
"noel.. not here, you said.."
trying to have dignity and not get too engrossed in the moment is far easier said than done when it comes to kissing noel. his lips are somehow addictive, moving against your own ever so carefully yet boldly; confident in every way. it never takes long for him to deepen the kiss, you've found, only if you've only done this less than a handful of times at this point.
his hands slip down to secure your waist, pulling your body closer into his. at this point, the two of you had completely lost interest in the cooking, or eating of the food. but liam hadn't.
"I KNEW IT!"
noel jerks back from your touch like he'd been scalded by the boiling water on the stove, hands flying from your waist to his sides, awkwardly straight, like he's standing to attention.
and you're no better; mouth agape, feeling your own face burn up when you make eye contact with the kid.
"get out." noel demands immediately, tone harsh while he refuses to look at his brother despite talking to him, instead focusing his eyes onto the wall.
liam's got the most annoying look on his face; a look of pride, finally convinced that he knew about this all along.
"what else have yous been doing, then?" he's stepped closer, arms leaning against the kitchen counter to get a better view of your embarrassed faces.
"liam-" you begin, but noel's stepped in, voice a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
"liam, i said fuck off!"
he lets out an audible grown, unhappy with the prospect of being thrown out when he'd just caught something so amusing to him. but he knew better than to piss off noel for too long, so away he went, giggling to himself.
it's silent after that, except from the bubbling from pot that had probably been left unattended for a bit too long.
"well, that didn't take long." you state, as if it's not the most obvious thing in the world right now.
the disgruntled look on his face tells you all you need to know; he's pissed off, focusing on cooking the food instead of you now, as you stand to the side of him.
"how did you not even notice him walk in?" you press lightheartedly.
"well, i was a bit preoccupied, weren't i?"
"that you were."
the rest of the cooking is slightly awkward, not much talking as you finish off the food, only little comments on dishing it up here and there, but absolutely nothing about liam.
"mam's gonna know, y'know." he finally mutters, serving up the food onto the plates after twenty minutes of cooking in silence. "she always knows 'cause liam's got that look on his face. can't keep his gob shut."
you can't help yourself from doing anything but laughing at the resigned horror and nervousness in his voice. "so.. we tell her. she won't care."
"we tell her?" he lifts one of his brows, like you'd just given him an idea that's absolutely mad. "you’d actually say somethin'?"
"yeah," you shrug like it's absolutely nothing, "i fancy you. telling you was the hard part. might as well say it to everyone else."
"you really are mad," he follows you to set the plates down at the table, and his smile is back and present now. "so, so mad."
"what, for talking to your mother?"
"kind of." he nods, sitting down in the seat right next to you, no point sitting further away now that liam had caught you both. "what're you goin' t'say to her? 'i kissed your son, by the way. and i'm only telling you so that yer other son don't go round shouting about it.' somethin' like that? that's mad."
"that's silly." you shake your head, picking up your fork, "not something that stupid. but still, along those lines."
liam's bombarding through when he hears the sound of your fork against the plate, a signal to him that it's dinner.
"oi, y'didn't call me! too busy snoggin' again?!" he calls out as he runs into the room, but stops abruptly when he takes in the sight of noel sitting right next to you, continued by his eyes narrowing in noel's direction.
"you're in my seat."
noel scoffs at that, shoving his fork into his mouth in a sign of ignorance. "your seat? there's about three other chairs here." he retorts full a mouth of food.
"no, i always sit there!"
liam's clearly getting even more riled up now, eyebrows furrowing in anger as he stomps over to the table, sitting in the seat opposite you where the food is set out, looking rather grumpy in his reaction.
"but i sit there all the time!" he grumbles, arms crossed as he pouts, watching his brother shove more food into his mouth. "y'know that i always sit there!"
"that's not really an excuse."
he replies in the same nonchalant tone as before, which only worsens liam's mood. "why do you need to sit there?"
"'cause i do!"
you glance between the two of them, confusion growing across your face. they normally bickered over silly things, but this was way stupider than liam's usual complaints.
"what's so special about that chair, liam?" you ask, voice softer than noel's, and also not stuffed with food.
"s'cause i always sit next to you!" he admits, the pitch of his voice rising when the words come out. "and now he's come along and then he snogged ya and now he's stolen my seat!"
so that's what this was about, you realise as his words come out.
"you were pretty happy about seeing us kiss earlier, liam." you can't help but laugh, his reasoning more silly than anything.
"yeah, that's cause i thought it was funny at first, 'cause you were both acting all weird around each other! but now it's real and it's weird and he's sittin' next t'you and he's stealin' you away from me! you're supposed to be my babysitter!"
noel can't help but scoff again, not exactly thrilled by the absurdity of liam's words, yet you can't help but laugh. it was sweet, really.
"liam.." you smile, putting your fork down to give him your full attention from across the table, "don't you think you're a bit too old for a babysitter now, anyways? you can do all your homework by yourself now."
but he clearly isn't happy with that suggestion, as he's thrown his fork down against his plate, and stormed off up to his room, muttering curses to himself as he leaves.
noel's smirking to himself, clearly proud of being the one to piss off his little brother, as usual, "you know he'll be up there all night now, yeah?"
but you sigh lightly. you didn't think liam would be so affected, especially after all his taunting about you and noel being a thing.
"i'll go talk to him." you reply quietly, ashamed almost. "i feel bad."
"feel bad about what?! he's just bein' a brat cause he's not getting his way."
"noel," you start, and his eyes soften a touch when he realises you're fully serious about upsetting liam.
he eventually groans, getting up from his seat to trudge towards the kitchen cupboards, rummaging through. he pulls out the tin of biscuits after a second of looking for them, handing them over to you, now at his side.
"take these, then. it'll cheer him up just a bit. and he won't talk if not."
it kind of is the perfect solution to the problem already, biscuits definitely being enough to win him over, even if you had to do a bit of convincing first.
"thanks." you smile, fingers brushing against his as you take it, the warmth of his hands contrasting with the coldness of the metal of the tin.
he returns the smile, hands staying against yours for a little while longer before finally pulling away. "don't piss him off too much."
as expected, and further confirmed by noel, liam greets you with a huff, arms crossed and face all scrunched up when you knock on his bedroom door.
"what d'yer want?" he calls out, the sulking obvious, but you push the door open anyway, biscuits in hand.
you place the tin down first, making sure it's right in his reach to at least calm him down a bit, before taking a seat on the bed, right opposite the one you'd kissed his older brother senseless on just earlier.
and then you let him pry open the tin and take a bite of one biscuit before you start talking, lightening his mood just a bit.
"i didn't mean to upset you, liam." the words finally come out, and you give him a guilt-ridden smile. "it was just a suggestion. that you're getting too old for me to be looking after you."
he keeps his mouth stuffed with biscuits, taking the opportunity to reply when he's swallowed the whole thing.
"i know."
he doesn't even look up from the tin when he speaks, already reaching for his next biscuit, but you're just glad to get a response at all. you'd half expected him to give you the silent treatment.
"but i like havin' you here." he admits quietly, like he doesn't want you to hear. "it's fun. and i won't be able t'have fun with you anymore if y'leave."
"did you forget about catching me snoggin' your brother?" you laugh in response, taking a biscuit for yourself now. "why would i leave if i wanna see noel?"
he frowns again at that, turning away. "exactly! you only wanna see him! not me!"
that makes you realise you'd said the wrong thing again, and you shake your head to get your words straight. "liam, what i mean is that i'll still be here, even if i'm not your babysitter anymore."
you hope to save yourself with that point, but back it up just in case, "plus, we can do all the fun things if i'm not your babysitter! like.. watch all your favourite tv instead of doing homework?"
he perks up at that sentence, looking back at you now, but still speaking reluctantly, "and go to the park..?"
"if there's no footballs involved." you grin, and he finally returns the smile.
"fine." he pouts. "but you have to promise me something too."
you nod, listening along to his long list of demands just to lift his mood.
"promise me you two won't shag when i'm home?"
"liam!" you choke out a laugh, and when your cheeks flush you resist the urge to swat him for that. "we weren't doing that! ..we were just kissing."
liam makes a dramatic gagging noise at your words, pulling a face like he'd just heard the most horrid thing imaginable.
"ugh! stop talkin' about it! that's disgustin'!"
"don't be such a baby." you roll your eyes, shoving him with your shoulder. "we all do it, y'know. even you'll kiss people when you're a bit older."
"nah," he shakes his head, adamant in decision. "i won't. i won't have a girlfriend. not like rkid does."
"i'm not his girlfriend.." you chuckle lightly, and he pulls a confused face. "we only kissed for the first time today. and he just hasn't asked me yet."
he nods along, listening to your words as if he's not completely grossed out by hearing this about his brother. "he will, though. noel's mad about you."
your conversation with liam is finally interrupted when the door creaks open, and noel's stood outside, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and eyes focused right onto you.
"y'stopped bein' a dick yet?" noel speaks first, smirk plastered across his face which makes sense, as he's completely unable to stop teasing his brother.
"y'stopped bein' a wuss and asked her out yet?" liam shoots back, and you have to fight the urge to tell him to shut up, your face growing redder, just like noel's.
"shut up and get out. go watch telly or summat." noel orders, just as he usually did with his little brother, pretending to be pissed off at him so he could get you alone.
luckily for him, liam does just that, but not before picking up the biscuit tin to take downstairs with him, deliberately shoving past his brother on the way out.
when nothing's in the way of the two of you, noel shuts the bedroom door behind you, and he takes a little breath, a slight shake in it.
"what a fuckin' day.." he mutters, more to himself, but sits down on his bed, opposite you, still perched on liam's.
"right?" you smile, voice sounding much serious now that it's just the two of you. and because you'd just heard what liam had said to him.
the smirk on his face is gone now that liam's left the room, nobody left to torment. only you to speak to. the look on his face is more solemn now, eyes downcast as he kicks at the floor, bringing himself to speak.
"s'pose i should ask ya now. even if rkid ruined it. again." he keeps his head down as he says it, probably as a way to not get too nervous.
you go to respond, but he then looks up at you, a signal for you to keep your mouth shut, letting him continue.
"i really like kissin' you. well i more than like it, i love it. and i know we both fancy each other. so.."
"so.." you repeat back, encouraging him to continue as the few words he'd said were almost leaving you in a trance, eyes not leaving his figure.
"so i want you to be with me proper. be my girlfriend. if you want."
you know he's not good at the talking part at all, especially since he was still not making proper eye contact with you, glancing away when you go to meet his eyes. he's truly nervous, something you don't see too often with noel.
"yeah." you finally smile, even if you're overwhelmed by his words. "i do want to."
to solidify your point, you switch the bed you're sitting on, moving to take a seat next to him, close enough so that your knees knock together. your movements are slow as you take his hand in yours, fingers intertwining with his own.
"you were supposed to ask that before you kissed me like.. four different times, though."
"oi, you kissed me first." he huffs, no real anger behind it, but more embarrassed now. "..but did i rush this? i mean, we only kissed today. could've waited to ask 'til next week.."
"next week?!" you let out a laugh, squeezing his hand tighter. "i would've gone crazy. we both would've."
"mhm." he gives a little hum in agreement, now too focused on your lips to pay attention to your words properly. you catch on instantly, but this time give him the chance to initiate it.
and you're right in doing so, as he doesn't hesitate to take the initiative, leaning in to kiss you, more sensual this time. his free hand finds your shoulder, the other remaining secure in your hand.
your fingers move to the back of his neck when you let go of his hand, bringing him in as you kiss him deeper, and more desperately now. and he's all too keen to hold your waist now, bringing himself even closer. you feel him smile against your lips leaving a hum of contentment to escape his throat, a sound you can't help but chuckle at.
the kiss begins to slow at one point, so he can breathe, but he gently presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed, just taking a minute to feel you against him.
"hate to say it, but i think i've overstayed my welcome for today." you mumble after a minute, his eyes still closed. "it's late."
"i know.." he mutters, eyes finally opening, and you're almost left breathless when the full weight of his gaze is on you, "don't really want you to go though, mind you."
"i'll be back, you know i will."
"right." he nods, finally pulling away. "tuesday next week."
he looks slightly frustrated, however, like he can't accept that fact. and you equally meet him with confusion.
"tuesday?" you laugh in confusion, questioning that completely. "why tuesday?"
"'cause that's the day you come babysit liam?"
you bite your lip to stop your laughter, realising your mistake in not even having told him.
"i'm not babysitting him anymore." you say like that was obvious, and he's being a complete idiot or something. "maybe you weren't eavesdropping at that point. i told him i'd still be round here, so he was fine with it."
when he doesn't respond, eyebrows knotting together in confusion, you continue, still talking like what you're saying is stupidly straightforward, "noel, if i'm your girlfriend, you think you'd have just see me when i was scolding your brother?"
it's rhetorical, and he finally reacts, smirk growing.
"course not." his smirk turns more into a grin, teeth showing as he lets out a chuckle. "shame, though. i liked seein' you do that."
you completely ignore that comment, standing up despite wanting to stay here forever. "how about tomorrow? i can come over after work."
"and i get you all to myself? no liam whinin' every five seconds?" he asks, like it's too good to be true.
"nope," you nod, "just us."
he's on his feet immediately, unable to let yoh go for the night without feeling you once more, placing a tiny kiss to your forehead.
"see y'tomorrow, then."
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