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[meanmsmaxine]

This Charming Gal !

maxine ┆ 18 ┆ USA ┆ libra ┆ bi

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tags to look out for!

#myaps🦢 - small convos with anons

#mposts🧸 - random / posts where i'm talking to myself

#mfics💌 - includes all my works!

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just a small blog, not sure on what i'll do here at the moment. I'll probably just use this to jot down ideas or just pop in once in a while, can't promise anything.

xo, maxine

[lackadaisies]

this is killing me 😭

[meanmsmaxine]

happy birthday to my gorgeous girlfriend!!

[idigyoursoul]

She taught me how to fly is 8 ✂️

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if i don't pass my exams it's liam gallaghers fault.

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i guess liam accidentally leaked his whatsapp number but like why are people texting him? tf he obviously didn't do that on purpose leave that poor old man alone

[dirtyshirtgirll]

may the 4th be with you all! 🤍

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I need ANYTHING about #that scene in this is hardcore mv with jarvis tied up

SECRETARY - JARVIS COCKER

summary: Jarvis knows what happens when he makes a mistake.

note: OMGG so this is basically secretary (2002) but the roles are reversed!!! yeahh, need more!!

TW/mentions of: 18+, dry-humping, bondage, stablished relationship, dominant reader, submissive jarv ofc, Also the reader says jarvis a lot lol but that felt right?

words: 1.5k |º masterlist

JARVIS SLOUCHED into the worn velvet chair in front of the typewriter and when his fingers met the keys, the room filled with a sharp, insistent clatter. His hands moved quickly dancing across the keys with rhythm, each word unevenly inked.

He sat perched on the edge, his long limbs folded, working and awaiting for your instruction at the same time.

Your gaze swept over him, taking in the slightly rumpled shirt, the perfectly knotted tie, the way his glasses had slipped just a centimeter down his nose. 

It has been a few months since you had known him: him perched up at the door of your office asking for a job to sustain his music-making before getting signed off to a label.

And you came to realize that he liked the routine of quiet observation, and of an almost unsettling enthusiasm to please. It was a quality you had come to appreciate, and if you were honest, to exploit.

“Jarvis,” you began, your voice deliberately low, watching for the subtle flinch before earning his full attention. It was almost overlooked: a small tremor, a tightening of the jawline.

He looked up, his eyes magnified behind his lenses, awaiting for your next words “Yes?” His voice was a soft rasp. 

You have seen him with a microphone held up against his thin lips, with a guitar hung across his shoulders, his confident voice filling up the small venues, and this, this was a contrast to that confidence he held on stage. Here, in the paper thin walls of the office, he was entirely different. He was yours.

“This article, Jarvis” You continued, leaning back on your chair, allowing your eyes to linger on the delicate curve of his wrist as he instinctively reached for a pen. “It’s not quite up to standard. The last section, specifically” a pause “It even has misspellings” 

He swallowed a visible bob in his throat. “I apologize, I thought I had” he cleared his throat “I will change it immediately.”

“Oh, I know you will, Jarvis” You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. His gaze dropped to his hands, clasped tightly in his lap. He knew. He always knew. “Come here, Jarvis,” You commanded, your voice now a silken thread, drawing him in. He rose, his movements were fluid and hesitant. He approached your desk, stopping just short, his eyes still downcast.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the slight tremor beneath your touch. “You understand, don’t you, Jarvis?”

He nodded, a barely perceptible movement. “Yes, I understand”

“Good” Your thumb brushing against his lower lip.

He turned his back to you, and began the painstaking process of re-ordering his words. The soft rustle of paper, the gentle click of the cabinet drawer opening and closing and the sound of the typewriter hitting the paper.

You resumed your work but only thinking about his fingers moving. It was a few hours later when the office was in a heavy silence.

On his clean desk, the rewritten article laid on the center.

You found him not at his desk, but in the corner of the room, on the armchair. He was seated, but not in the way one usually sits. His long form was arranged upon the chair, his wrists and ankles secured with soft, dark ties: not tight, not painful, but binding. His glasses were tossed to the side leaving his eyes exposed, reflecting the dim office light like a polished gem.

The overhead light casting long and dramatic shadows that played across his features. His shallow breathing was almost imperceptible, but the pulse fluttering at the base of his throat was frantic.

Your steps on the carpet were muffled as you approached him. He did not move, only watched you with an intensity that had you quivering inside if you were honest. There was no fear in his gaze, only surrender. He was waiting for the next instruction.

Your shadow fell over him, leaving his face in complete shadow. You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then down the curve of his neck, feeling the rapid beat beneath your touch. His lips parted slightly.

“The article, Jarvis,” You murmured, a low hum against the quiet. “It is precise. Flawless, even.”Your gaze met his

You leaned closer, the scent of your perfume mingling with his own unique aroma. “And sometimes” You whispered, your lips almost brushing his ear, "I only have to ask you twice, no?” His eyes fluttered closed, then opened again with a spark of anticipation. 

The office was filled in an intimate silence. The ties on his wrists and ankles, far from being restrictive, were grounding him in a reality far more tangible than the fleeting applause of a crowd. A slow deliberate nod. That affirmation was your cue to continue. 

His eyes, still wide followed each of your movements as you stepped closer until you paused, your hand resting lightly on the back of the chair, feeling the subtle vibration of his body beneath your palm. 

Then, slowly, you shifted your weight. His breath hitched, a sharp intake of air. You lowered yourself onto his lap, the soft fabric of skirt rustling against his trousers as it bunched up to your hips, revealing a faint glance of your lace knickers. The chair creaked faintly under the combined weight.

His long legs, still bound, shifted then settled, accommodating your presence. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the rapid thrum of his heart against the skin of your fingertips that now moved to his chest, just over his heart.

His breathing, once rapid, began to synchronize with yours, in an exchange of air. Your eyes met his. There was no more avoidance, only a deep gaze that seemed to seek and find something in yours. In his dilated pupils you saw a mixture of curiosity and acceptance. This was the Jarvis the world didn't know, stripped of his wit and cynicism.

A slight, barely perceptible movement of your head was a question. His answer came in the subtle tension of his muscles beneath your weight, the slight tremor of his parted lips. There was no need to articulate the desire; it was in the way his body molded to yours, in the way that despite the bound on his hands, unable to move them, seemed to reach out to you. Longing.

A shiver ran down his spine, and a barely audible moan escaped his throat. “please” His voice was a thin thread.

Your gaze dropped to his lips, slightly parted. You could feel his breath on your face, warm and shallow, mirroring your  own. His head tilted and your own lips, finally met his. It was not a sudden, passionate clash, but a slow press, exploring his thin soft lips. A sigh of relief escaped him.

When your lips left his, his head tilted slightly to one side, resting against your shoulder, a gesture of trust that surprised you with its simplicity. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric, the soft brush of his hair against your cheek.

You kissed the side of his face gently “I’ve got you.” You whispered, tugging at his hair, urging him closer. 

His hips jerked forward at your words, and you gasped, finally aligning your own hips in a way that made your eyes roll back. He rutted into your clit perfectly, dragging his thick cock against your underwear that already had a visible wet spot against them.

He groaned, his voice was mixed with shame and pleasure, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t do it. His cock twitched through the fabric of his troussers, a hot, needy pulse that matched the frantic rhythm of his hips.

Your hands found his face, pulling him away from your neck so you could finally see his eyes, his parted lips that could barely hold back his moans. You dragged him closer until your mouths were hovering above each other, when he pushed harder, more desperate, as if holding on the edge.

“Make a mess on me, Jarvis” His hips jerked up, needy for friction. You stayed silent, hands threading through his sweaty hair. He hummed against your skin, not caring if he was going to ruin his clothes when he felt you lower yourself, moving your hips back and forth over his chlothed dick.

A tremor ran through his body after his release. His bound hands, which had been clenched before, now relaxed completely behind him, his fingers outstretched in surrender. You felt his body soften beneath yours.

You kissed the curve of his eyebrow, all along to his cheekbone, the tip of his nose, to finally meet his lips.

You rose slowly letting Jarvis feel the emptiness in his lap as his body adjusted to the absence of your weight. He didn't move, didn't open his eyes, and just remained there.

You gently untied the bonds from his wrists and ankles. His limbs, now free didnt move for a moment, as if he had forgotten how to use them. 

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Oh my god. My favorite movie and my favorite writer combined

[meanmsmaxine]

Bugs or Beaches

cw: arguments over the Beatles and the Beach Boys, smoking, slightly suggestive towards the end

a/n: i saw a comment on tiktok saying pet sounds over sgt peppers but the beatles over beach boys and that just made me think of liam for some reason

pairings: Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Now playing: In My Room by the Beach Boys

Liam was lying on your bed, sheets only covering his hips, and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He watched as you took off your jewelry and set it on the dresser. The usual routine whenever Liam spent the night in your room. The moonlight was shining through the curtains, illuminating the room.

The sounds of Here, There, and Everywhere and the cracking vinyl fill the room, Liam's choice. Whenever he came over, he often got first pick.

"They're fuckin' great," Liam exhales deeply, a cloud of smoke follows after.

"Hm?" You raise an eyebrow as you walk over to the window and open it slightly. You weren't sure if he was referring to the cigarette or the music.

"The beatles, Revolutionary i say."

"Yeah, that's a thought."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They're good but- ah. never mind." You smile as you change into your pajamas, soon crawling into bed with him.

"But what? Don't say something stupid." Liam takes another drag from his lit cigarette.

"I like the beach boys better," You grin sheepishly as you take the cig from him.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? they're.. alright, not better than the better."

You simply smile and nod. You finally took a long drag and let the smoke fill your lungs. You look over at Liam, who seems to have gotten up to change the record.

"Don't even suggest it,"

"C'mon, have you heard any song other than wouldn't it be nice?"

"Nah, but point still stands."

"Love, just put on that record and tell me what you think after. It's just a compilation."

Liam sighs yet complies, he sets the record down and lets the needle drop. The different harmonies and melodies flow around the two of you. You see Liam's eyes widen slightly, it seemed like he was entering a different dimension. You hum along to the song as you get up from the bed. You extinguish the cigarette in an ashtray and stand behind Liam. You wrap your arms around his waist and gently sway with him.

"Good, right?" You say with a pleased expression

"Good, but never as good as the beatles."

"I'll take it,"

You press a soft kiss to Liam's shoulder, and the music wraps around the two of you like a warm blanket. You take your hands off his hips and rub his arms.

"Liam, you've got goosebumps."

"They're good."

"Very good."

You chuckle and pull away from him and get back into bed. Liam follows you shortly after; it seems the music has given him a certain motivation. He crawls over and peppers kisses on your neck. You pull him closer and let the music guide you.

Safe to say it's easy to persuade a Gallagher.

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where noel helps you pierce your ears after seeing other girls at school.

cw: not proofread, needles / sharp objects, mentions of blood, at-home piercing??

a/n: short blurb for stmf also just got inspired since I went out with my friends the other night and we were talking about the dumb shit we did back in school :D

pairings: platonic-noel gallagher x fem!reader

"Do you think i'd look nice with earrings?" You asked Noel, not looking up from the pavement. School had ended not too long ago. You and Noel had been walking home together as you usually did.

"Yeah, I guess," He turns to look at you. "Not those giant obnoxious ones though, just a little one."

"You wouldn't like it if I wore hoops the size of a hula hoop?" You chuckle, playfully bumping him. "Maybe I want a cyndi lauper sorta look, y'know?"

"Just stop talking, starting to sound like rkid." Noel huffs, "Where is this coming from? All this jewelry talk, driving me mad it is."

"Well, all the other girls at school are getting their ears pierced, and I want mine done too! This girl in my class did hers with a safety pin!"

"So you want an infection with diamonds."

"I'm not going to get an infection - I'm clean!"

"so she says," You hit his arm after that comment.

"Don't be a jerk," You grumble. "I just want to be cool,"

"So poking holes in yer' ears makes a lass cool? Can't imagine what they wanna do to blokes to make em' cool." Noel shivers at the thought before stopping you mid walk. "Either way, you're fine the way you are; you've got more personality and brains than half the girls in our school."

"Yeah but-"

"I think you're cool. I'm sure you don't care what I think, but I like talking to you, and I don't like hearing you trying to be someone you aren't."

You let Noel rant a little more, it was sorta endearing hearing how 'cool' he thought you were.

"You done?"

"Yeah."

"Will you come by my house and help me pierce em'?"

"Fine."

--

"You're gonna have to do it for me," You panic as you see the safety pin in your hands.

"Not a chance! It was your idea, i thought I was just here for comfort!"

"Noel!' You whine, sitting next to him on your bed, which was drowning in various stuffed toys.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I won't ask you for anything else!"

"No."

"I'm your best friend!"

"No."

"No? as in I'm not? So you hate me now?"

"I didn't say that! Don't change the topic."

"So you love me, and I am your best friend?"

"If I do it, I'm not doing stupid things like this anymore for you."

"You're the best!" You squeal as you wrap your arms around him tightly, "When my mum gets back, I swear I'll have her bake you so many treats!"

"You swear?"

"I promise!"

Noel reluctantly takes the safety pin from your hand and places it against your ear.

"I hardly know what I'm doing." He mumbles under his breath.

"Just poke it through!" You shout before feeling a strong pinch in your ear.

"Oh fuck."

"What? What! Is it bad? Is it bleeding? Oh god. I think you hit an artery, or a nerve! Am I going to be paralysed?"

"Shut up!" Noel hands you a mirror. You grab it and look at the safety pin sticking through your ear. No blood. Just a metal needle hanging out.

"Don't scare me like that!" You hit his arm, and he can't help but laugh at you.

"Your face! Am I going to be paralysed!" He mocks you.

"I was scared! You looked like you were panicking! Just get the other ear done."

"Alright, alright!"

--

You stood in front of your bedroom mirror, admiring the new piercings while noel was sitting on your bed, watching you in the mirror.

"They're perfect," you say with awe.

"How do you plan to explain this to your mum?"

"I'll think of something when it comes up."

"Of course you will."

"Thank you, Noel."

"Don't worry about it, but you owe me big time."

You turn around and laugh before lying down next to him. You grab a stuffed animal and hit him with it. Both of your laughs echo throughout the house. The only thought lingering in Noel's mind was that this probably wouldn't be the last time he helped you do something reckless.

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How to lose a guy in ten days

cw: dating bet trope, naming genitals (i'm sorry), reader lies about liam thinking she's fat, one violent scene (liam gets punched), use of y/n, parts written through Liam's pov, misogyny sorta, angst, lowkey tried to make it like superrr movie accurate, not proofread

a/n: okay so i may or may not have fallen on a curb and gotten a concussion in the process of writing this so yeah it's taken a while to write this but i love you!!

pairings: au!Liam Gallagher x Writer-fem!reader

now playing... You're So Vain by Carly Simon

You were living the dream. You worked for an amazing magazine as an advice columnist with your friends, and you spent your work days like they were just your average hangouts. Well, obviously you still worked, but - it was fun. At least at the time it was.

You see, you had been starting a new project for work, which you thought would be easy. It was a simple idea: How to get a guy to leave you in ten days. It was new and hopefully would help other women avoid making mistakes in their own relationships based on a real incident that occurred to one of your best friends. All in hopes that you'd be able to convince your boss to let you write about more serious topics like politics.

What you didn't expect was for her to LOVE the idea and want you to work on it immediately.

Liam's perspective

Liam has had a lot going on since the release of What's The Story. He had tours, interviews, and studio sessions to attend for the new album, the whole rockstar thing. He had enough going on with his brother constantly treating the said studio as a military base. Knowing himself, he didn't plan to take it to heart. He has his ways to take his mind off things, though they weren't the best, they were still helpful.

One night, while he had been out at a party with the rest of Oasis for a bunch of big names, big labels (you get it), He had been stuck in the most boring conversation about sales with his manager and Noel. He couldn't care less about these sorts of conversations until his eyes fell on you. An idea came to his head, a lightbulb moment if you want to get cheesy. Liam knew he was attractive; he knew he had charm.

"Ey, that lass over there. Don't she look familiar?" Liam gestured towards you. You looked free, drinking with your friends and laughing. It was like there had been a spotlight solely on you.

"Her? A journalist, girls magnazine writer. Chick stuff." His manager shrugged, but was slightly intrigued. "Why do you ask?"

"You don't think if I were to... y'know, get with her and all that, I could get her to write about the band and get some publicity. Fans and stuff,"

His manager first had a look of confusion, but slowly thought it through. Meanwhile, Noel shook his head immediately.

"That's a dick move, Liam. Don't even try it," Noel said with his usual grumpy expression

"That's a brilliant idea!" His manager gleemed, "You make her fall in love, and we've got ourselves set."

Your perspective

You were laughing with your friends as you began your hunt for a man. The first guy you found had been married, so that was definitely a no-go. As the night wore on, you were starting to think that you'd never find someone to "use" as your guinea pig, until he came to you.

There was no mistaking it, Liam Gallagher was walking your walk. The confidence he had made head turns, honestly, you felt your knees shake for a minute. He soon propped himself next to you like he forgot about the titles he held.

"What's a beautiful lass like you doing at a party all alone?" His ice blue eyes met yours as he took another step closer.

"Not much, as you can see." A smirk curled up on your lips, taking another slow sip from the glass you had been nursing all night, not tearing your eyes from his.

"Liam Gallagher," He introduced himself with a coy grin.

"Y/n L/n," You responded, matching his wit.

A brief moment of silence passed over you two before you spoke up once more.

"Talking to anyone?"

"Nah, you?"

"Nope."

"Surprising," Liam flashed his teeth.

"Psycho?"

"Only when I need to be," Liam licked his lips, "Interested?"

"Maybe,"

"You hungry?"

"Absolutely starving."

"Leaving?"

You bite your lip, "Now."

"Okay," You both say simultaneously

"Just give me one second, Mr. Gallagher." You speak softly before slipping away.

You return to your friends and finish your drink with a feeling of accomplishment.

"Girls, I've got one. Look, but don't make it obvious that you're looking, but still look." You whisper

"Is that who I think it is?" One of them gasps

"He's really cute, are you sure it'll work? I mean.. He's Liam." The other one mumbles.

"Doubting me already?" You feign a dramatic expression while holding your hand to your chest, "I'm hoping tomorrow night I can get this started."

You hand your keys to your friend, "I'm doing this for you," and those were the last words before you and Liam left the party.

His big hand rested on your lower back as he guided you out through the doors. You began to walk towards a car when his voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Not that one, over here, love." He gently called out as he approached a white, clean, roaring motorcycle. He got on and put on a black helmet while handing you a sillier-looking white helmet. You internally cringed before putting it on and batting your eyelashes at him playfully.

"Don't you look pretty, hm?" He buckles your helmet, waits for you to get on behind him. He revs the engine and soon speeds off, taking you away.

The two of you arrive at a restaurant far from the party. Here, the two of you enjoy each other's company and have a short conversation. Closer to the end of dinner, after asking a few questions, you had one more to get off your mind.

"Last question, Liam." You say while dapping your mouth with a napkin, "All's fair in love and war, true or false." He pauses for a moment before replying, a smirk evident on his lips.

"True." His accent is heavy as he speaks; you soon find yourself feeling accomplished. This was going to way too easy.

The night ends with a short hangout at his flat and a strategic move.

--

The next day when you arrived at the office it seemed that a special friend had sent you a delivery. Vases filled with white roses were scattered around your desk, with a cheesy note which read, "A hundred times more beautiful than a hundred roses" God, you rolled your eyes as your friends were standing admiring the flowers in shock.

"Y/n, those are beautiful! Are those from.. you know who?" One of them asked while fiddling with a petal.

"Yeah. He's a rockstar, just trying to use his charm." You spoke with air quotes.

"Or is he hooked," Another smirks as she moves a vase to the side.

"He found the city tickets, the ones I had in my purse" You laugh as your friends look at you with confusion. They could see the gears turning in your head but not exactly following along. And just on cue, your phone began to ring, You pick it up and place it against your ear. You knew exactly who it was.

"Y/N L/N speaking,"

His rough voice comes over the speaker, "Ey, pretty girl,"

"Something odd happened at the office, you wanna take a guess?"

"Yeah? let's hear it."

"My desk has got an embarrassing amount of white roses, wonder who those are from?"

"You're welcome for that. Anyways, last night? fuckin' wonderful. One thing, you left your little bag on me table."

"Oh! Did I? I've been going mad, wondering where i had left it!" You say, acting clueless as you twirl the cord around your finger. Your friends laugh in the corner but you quickly shush them.

"i'm sure a lass like you is gonna need it back soon, hm? With all the cash, cards, and manchester city tickets for tonight's game."

"Have you been snooping, Mr Gallagher?"

"Course not, you know i'm not that kinda bloke. Me brother thought it was something else, told him not to mess with it and he didn't listen." Liam explains while you hear a thud in the background.

"Yeah- yeah. I'm a bastard." Noel's voice cuts in.

"Oh that's good. either way it's alright, i'm going to the match with someone else."

"Bullshit," His laugh roars through the receiver, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear for a moment. You cover your mouth to giggle.

"You put that cute little bag there for me to find, you want me to go to that game, don't you!"

"Fine. meet me near that pub around 7:30, don't think about even being a second late."

"you got it. See you tonight."

--

You wait outside in your city jersey, arms crossed, constantly looking at your watch. Liam pulls up with the smuggest grin that you were determined to wipe off by the first half.

the fans around you are insane, screaming chants, spilling pints. It's honestly a beautiful sight. You try to remember your tasks but it's hard to not get sucked into such a high energy game with your favorite team!

During a timeout called by the opposing team, the kiss cam began. It flipped through various couples and short cartoons as music played, till it fell on you and liam. You shake his shoulder and point up at it, he grabs your cheeks and kisses you for longer than you had expected. when you pull away you feel a bit dazed.

That feeling is soon brought to a halt when the game resumes, the crowd stands back up with enthusiasm along with Liam. It was like a light bulb moment, you follow him and stand up as well. If anything pissed you off, it was being dragged away just when a climax was about to happen. The game was getting heated, it was getting hard to look away. You look over at liam, he's like a mad man.

"Li, Li?" You say as you pull him closer. He doesn't look at you, he's so focused on the game he barely registers you speaking to him.

"Wha- what? what?" He says impatiently.

"Li, i'm thirsty. can you get me a pint? I'll pay you back, swear. I'm desiccated," You speak dramatically, gripping his shoulder.

"There's a minute left on the match, i'll grab you one once this is over. Got that?"

"Liam, you don't get it. I'm so thirsty." You insist once more, before drastically lowering your shoulders and beginning to walk, "I'll just get it myself.."

"Wait- You wanna it that bad?" Liam grabs your arms gently, pulling you back. Your only response is a nod. You watch him slightly clench his jaw and start walking as fast as he can.

"Thank you Li! Promise i'll get you back." you call out.

Liam's perspective

Liam runs up the stands before finally stopping by the concessions.

"Oy! One pint," He knocks his fist on the counter.

The man at the stand looks up with a tired expression, "one over,"

Liam huffed and went over, "One pint, that's it."

The man who had been there seemed more enthusiastic than the other and nods. Liam spins around to find a tv that was playing the current match. Occasionally shouting at it and spooking the workers.

"did you know for just one more pound you can get some chips?" The man working smiles as he slides the pint over.

"Nah, nah. i'm good, keep it." Liam quickly places a tenner on the counter and grabs the pint before practically sprinting away.

Your perspective

You were yelling along with the crowd, singing chants, totally had forgotten about the pint you asked liam to grab. Out of the corner of your eye you see liam pushing through people, pint in hand, eyes still zeroed in on the heated game. Once he gets to you, he hands you the pint.

you take a sip and immediately shake your head, acting like it was the most disgusting thing you had ever tasted.

"No, Liam! Woman can't drink after seven, god why did you listen to me! You should know these things!" You say as you try to grab liam's attention again. "i'm so thirsty!"

"Fuckin' hell. That's not a thing-" Liam soon stops himself, "I will get you a coke." Liam grumbles as he forces himself away from the game for the second time. Once liam walks again, you sip your pint in peace as you watch the game. The last seconds of the game end with manchester city scoring the final goal needed! The crowd, along with you, scream and jump.

You catch liam on your way out, you had been basically skipping towards him.

"What an insane game!" You boast, "I don't think i've ever seen such an intense city game."

"Yeah, me neither." Liam says through gritted teeth. You wave a cab over continuing

"It's a shame you missed it," You walk over to the cab, "Are you as bad as you act in the papers, liam?" You ask softly.

"Maybe." He whispers as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"that makes two of us." you say as you hand him the empty glass and enter the cab, shutting the door before he can get the last word in.

--

Liam's perspective

Liam is in the middle of another one of noel's reign of terror over a bad recording when the phone rings. Noel picks it up immediately, it looked like he was about to crush it.

"Liam." He grumbles, extending his hand to hold the phone out.

"Just tell whoever it is we're busy or summat." Liam shrugs carelessly, adjusting his stance.

"That bird from the paper is calling." Noel narrows his eyes, "Make it quit."

Liam huffs and takes the phone from Noel.

"Liam? Aww! It's me!" You squeal over the phone.

"Look, babe, i'm in the middle of a studio thing so wait a few. i'll catch you later."

"Ive missed you.. liam. Li, li, wee, wee. That's an adorable nickname, amiright?"

"really? i miss you too love."

"Are you busy tonight?," You ask, liam looks up from the phone to see noel tapping his foot.

"No, No i am not. let's go see a film."

"A movie, My choice!" You gasp

"Your choice."

"I'm so thrilled, okay- okay! I'll call you later!"

"Right. bye."

"Buh-bye!"

The tone rings in Liam's ear. he sets the phone back in the cradle with a grin.

--

"This theatre always plays the best reruns, there's this one really cute american movie um.. what's it called?" You pretend to ponder as you hold liams hand into the theatre. "Whatever, it has this guy - Tom hanks."

"That's nice," Liam says mindlessly as the two of you get popcorn and find your seats.

The lights dim as the movie begins. You made sure to talk the whole time just to get on his nerves. Saying things like, 'Oh how i wish i had a man like him' and 'It's one of the best movies of all time.''

Most of the time liam just nodded along or whispered an occasional 'yeah' Was it not working?

"what are you thinking about," You whisper.

"Nothing, i'm watching the movie."

someone in the seats behind you clears their throat. You push.

"Yeah but, what's on your mind. You're in another world."

"It's a good movie."

"So you don't think about anything?" you say sarcastically, "who is she?"

"That actor? how am i supposed to know?" liam finally looks at you.

"The girl you're thinking about, you daft twat." you flick his forehead and slowly raise your voice. He winces while the person behind you whispers curses.

"I'm not thinking about any other birds."

"You can't watch a girl that hot and not be thinking about another girl." You gesture wildly towards the screen. The person behind you decide to speak up.

"Shut it, lady." the person grunts. You and liam both ignore him.

"look, i've just been sitting here - thinking how lucky i am to have such a gorgeous woman sitting next to me watching this bloody movie." Liam whispers, "Please watch the movie."

"Aww," You coo, "Li-Li, you sweetie!" You wrap your arm over his chest and press your head against his.

"I'm so lucky to be sharing this experience with you, right now." your whispers are soft, and over the top.

The person who's been sitting the seat behind you speaks up for the third time, "I can't hear the movie, and you're blocking it!"

You swing your head around, "If you don't shut it, my boyfriend is gonna crawl back there and kick your ass." You smirk.

"Put a muzzle on your bird next time you wanna bring it out in public." The person snaps at liam.

"What, What! Liam, Do something!" You yell. Liam turns to look at you, his eye twitching as he stands up.

"Outside." He grumbles to the guy. You smile at the two of them and pop a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

The guy walks out with liam soon following after.

"Listen ere' you can use that big ol' gob to mouth off to me, but you don't talk like that to a lady - you hear that?" Liam argues, you try to pull him back soon regretting your earlier statements.

"Liam, liam. that guys like an ogre." you say in a hushed tone.

"Nah, i'm not having it. He's gonna say sorry." Liam shakes his head and turns back to the man and is met with a fist flying towards his face. You gasp as liam falls, you rush to his side and you let him rest his head on your chest.

"Now i'm gonna finish that bloody beautiful movie and nobody is gonna fuck with me again." The man said with teary eyes.

"bastard," Liam mumbles.

"Liam, you alright?" You rush your hands over his hair, "Should we go to like a doctor or?" You look around for someone that could call for an ambulance.

"No, no, no- just stay there. stay." Liam wraps his hands around your waist as he begins to rub his head against your breasts, "Y'know i think im feeling better already, love."

You suppress a laugh as you watch him act so pathetic.

"Liam, liam." You call his name to knock him out of his trance, but it falls out in short chuckles before you grip your fingers in his hair and pull him off. "You're fine! You're such a baby."

Liam doesn't even really try to hide it, he just simply laughs along with you. Neither of you make an effort to get up.

You look at your watch, realizing how late it is, you get up and pull him up with you.

"Can't stay down there all night," You murmur.

"Bet you i could." liam flashes you his teeth as the two of you leave the theatre.

--

Liam's perspective

"Really? Rkid?" Noel's voice sounds more annoyed than worried, he tilts liam's head to get a better look at the growing bruise on his cheek.

"It's not that big of a deal." Liam brushes noel off, "Yeah it hurt but getting taken care of after getting punch? felt great. I'm telling you, that girl is falling in love with me so fast."

Noel laughs while tuning his guitar, "Sounds like you're turning into a sap."

"Fuck off, atleast she's into football. And she's more interesting than any bird you've shagged."

"Right. sorry." noel just shakes his head with a knowing sigh.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it."

--

"How do they always forget the chicken?" You shake your head in disbelief as you look through your sandwich.

"You seriously got that guy knocked out?" Your friend laughs as she eats a chip.

"It wasn't even that bad, it was like for a second. Y'know?"

"No, I don't know." Your friend looks concerned.

"Well, you should've seen him. he was the cutest thing ever." You say before taking another bite of your sandwich.

Your other friend takes a seat near your desk and asks, "Are you dating him or trying to take him under your wing?"

You all laugh before your boss comes over. You all try to act busy but it's too late.

"I am truly loving this piece, when are you seeing him again."

"Well, thank you. He wants me to come over again tonight for dinner."

"Perfect, i've got a lot of hope in you. Don't mess it up." Your boss smiles before walking away.

--

You arrive at liam's flat with a big box of various items, you shift it in your hands so you can knock on the door.

"It's open!" You hear his voice from inside, you open the door and shut it with your heel once you're in.

"Hi!" You shout out,

"Ey!" He calls back, "you better be hungry because we are eating good tonight."

You see the kitchen is filled with pots and pans, liam's currently cutting herbs. You didn't expect this. you nod before you walk over to the table and it's set with candles, wine, placemats, even rolled up napkins and a basket of bread!

"Li, that's so adorable," You marvelled, looking up, he even had the tv on playing tonight's Man City match.

"Get yourself a drink, dinners almost done."

"That's amazing, i'm starving!" You cheer.

You turn around the corner and set the box down, taking out different items like a small toy bear, a plant, a blanket, etc. You went around decorated each room of the house, giving it a little touch of you. Once the rooms were done, you went over to his sound system and popped in a few CDs and cranked the sound up. Liam had just been leaving the kitchen with dinner finished when he saw you near it. You sang along to 'You're so Vain' by Carly Simon, slowly making your way up from the floor as you belted along. Liam had noticed all the new decor, even a picture frame of you which sat on an end table.

"That's new, ain't it?" Liam took a sip of wine from his glass

Your eyes met liam as you giggled, "And all the girls dreamed that they'd be Liam's partner!"

"Babe, What's in the box?" Liam gestured towards the plant in the box.

"Oh, it's a baby fern - it's just like our relationship." You whisper dramatically. "A helpless little infant who desires tender, loving care." You kiss the pot before handing it off to liam and twirling around the dining room. Liam pulls out your chair for you after he stops the music and turns the volume up on the tv.

"This game is going to be great, i know it." he grins as he grabs the big plate of roasted lamb from the kitchen with a proud swagger.

"Dinner is served, i even made a glaze for it." Liam adds, he begins filling your plate. You act uncomfortable and sick at the sight, you even let a fake sob out.

"It's beautiful, Li. You, the dinner, the game." You pretend to choke.

"Yeah, yeah, what's the deal?" Liam's eyebrows furrow.

"I wish I ate meat!" You pretend to cry hysterically, dropping your head in your hands.

"Get it away before i hurl!" You shout, liam's jaw clenched as he took your plate away.

--

The two of you end up at a vegan restaurant rather than being able to eat the beautiful lamb Liam worked so hard on.

"Ey, miss? Do you know the score of the man city match, it's tonight." Liam calls out to a waiter cleaning a table.

"Do i look like i know any football scores?" She retorted before continuing to wipe it down, She looked over at you playing with your food. "Is there something wrong with your food?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's-" You paused as you made your lip quiver, "My boyfriend thinks i'm fat!" You began to continue your sobbing act, dropping your fork. The people around you all look at liam with disappointed faces.

"I can't even eat in front of him, without feeling like a pig!" You cry, wiping fake tears from your face. "You hear that? I can't eat in front of you!" You cry in liams face.

Liam's expression is shocked, his eyes are wide, his mouth is slightly agape.

"I need to be excused." You get up and rush away.

"Wait! I don't think you're fat!" Liam finally speaks, but you're already gone. He looks around and notices all the stares. What liam didn't see is that you snuck back into the kitchen to watch the game.

"What's happened so far?" You ask a few people in the kitchen as they fill you in, you watch the players kick before he misses the goal. You all groan in disappointment.

"it was right there!" you groan, "Get the ball back, what are you doing!" You begin to yell. You watch intensely as the opposing team swipes in, steals the ball and takes the final point. You sit in shock, unable to even express anger as the cooks behind you slam things down.

--

After dinner at the vegan restaurant, you suck up the disappointment from the game and go home with liam.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" You spin as liam rushes through the door. He turns the tv on to the game so he can watch the end.

"Sorry i made you miss the game," You take a seat on the couch and watch Liam's eagerness. He yells random things at the at the TV, it's almost funny.

"i can't believe he missed that kick." You murmur under your breath as you look back at the TV.

"Get it! It's right there!" Liam yells before watching the player miss. "Bloody hell.. how'd you know he was gonna miss that kick?" Liam turns to you. You freeze.

"He always misses when he's too close to defense!" You managed to put together, gesturing towards the TV. Liam turns the TV off and falls back onto the couch.

"He never misses, he's our star player." Liam sighs, You quickly grab his thigh. Liam looks over at you for a second before you roll over and try to take off his shirt. You pull it over his head and kiss his chest.

"Does princess sophia wanna play?" You growl like a lion, trying to distract him even if it's at your own will.

"Who- who's princess Sophia?" Liam asks a bit breathlessly, you squeal and point at his crotch before going to unbutton his jeans. You slap your hands on his chest and claw your nails down it. You sit up to kiss his chest once more.

"What type of name is that?" Liam questions.

You giggled, "Little, big, little, big, little, big? We're gonna find out!" You squeal even louder.

"oy, wait." Liam gently pushes you off and stands up, "Listen, you can't name me knob princess sophia."

"Yes i can," You fix your hair and grin.

"No. If you're gonna name it, you gotta do something rock n' roll. Like spike or summat, something masculine. or Krull, the warrior king!" Liam rants, "Not bloody sophia!"

"Repeat that?" You tilt your head

"Spike. y'know?"

"It was after that, what'd you say?"

"butch!"

"After butch, silly!" You giggle

"Krull, the warrior king."

"Does krull, the warrior king wanna play?" You slide off the couch and crawl towards liam with a smile. "Get out of there little krull!" You coo while you stand up and tug him closer.

"forget it," Liam huffs as his face begins to turn pink.

"In that case, i better get going." You brush yourself off and walk towards the door, "Don't forget about the fern!" You blow a kiss before shutting the door. as you're walking along the pavement, you hear heavy footsteps behind you when you turn around, it's liam.

"Let me see you again, tomorrow." He pants

"You? want to.. see me?" You gasp

"Yeah?" liam nods, you grin and throw your head back to laugh.

"call me!" You said as you continued to walk.

--

Liam's perspective

Liam was in the studio with the rest of the band recording some demos for their next album, it had been a long morning. He had to get up early and come all the way down to the studio. Didn't even get to have a little fun.

"Can't we take a break now, Rkid?" Liam said into the mic as he slipped off the headphones. Noel scoffed.

"We've barely even started and you want a break?" Noel repeats, liam nods like it simple. Noel don't feel like arguing so early in the morning.

"Yknow a bloke like me has got to be able to relax before seeing his woman who's driving him mad." Liam says as he steps away from the microphone.

"Which woman? Y/N or Princess Sophia?" Bonehead teases only to receive a smack on the head.

"I shouldn't have told you lot shite." Liam huffs.

"Weren't you calling her a goddess after the city game?" Noel leans back in his chair.

"She was. When she was cool, fun, that lass. She's turned evil, swear down." Liam dramatically waved his arms around.

"Maybe she's crazy, it's just for five more days. I deal with you for our whole lives and look at us."

"Biscuit!" You call out, poking your head through the studio door.

"Ey, pretty girl," Liam's eyes widened, "We were just talking about you," Liam nods at noel and the others.

They all give you a nod.

"Baby, that's noel, my brother. And over there, Bonehead. then producers, blah, blah." Liam placed his hand on your lower back.

"Liam Wiam has told me so much about you guys!" You grin, Liam feels his heart drop. He could deal with you doing this when it was just the two of you, but in front of his friends?

"Well, Liam-Wiam has told us what a saint you are." Noel covers his mouth to hide a laugh.

"Well they don't act as daft as you say liam. Hun, Look what i got us!" You open your purse to liam and pull out a small dog. The dog jumps out of the bag and onto the floor.

"What is that?" Liam looks at the dog with a confused smile, all he could think was 'why the bloody hell has she got a dog' and 'why the fuck is it wearing a sweater?'

"It's a Chinese Crested, obviously." You roll your eyes, watch as liam goes to pet the dog. The dog barks and yaps at liam.

"Liam, Liam. Stop, you're hurting krull's little feelings."

Noel and Bonehead share a glance, "krull?"

You nod at the two of them, "Krull, the warrior king."

"One more thing," You smile a liam before pulling out a tartan button up from your purse.

"Try it on, look it matches!" You exclaim as you gesture towards the satin scarf wrapped around your neck.

"Looks great, love. thank you," Liam murmurs as he tries to lean in for a kiss.

"No, try it on. how will you know if it fits?" Noel insists as well. Liam shoots him a look.

"Thank you, noel! You have so much manners." You place a hand over your heart as you watch liam reluctantly try on the button up.

You fix the collar before speaking, "We're gonna be so happy together. just the three of us. Look at our little boy." you look over at the little dog wandering around the amps and guitars. You suddenly pepper his face in kisses, pulling him onto you.

"Hey, hey, hey! Easy there," Liam huffs as he steadies you.

"Oh no," You sigh, "He's not potty trained yet," You bit your lip watching as the dog pees on an amp.

Noel whispers a curse as bonehead winces.

"Bye bye boo boo!" You kiss his cheek as you quickly made your exit. It was very rare that Liam had gotten embarrassed like this, he truly wanted the ground to swallow him whole so this would all end.

--

When liam arrived back at his flat with a new dog and a bag of dog food, he noticed his answering machine was full of messages. He hadn't missed anything important or atleast he thought so, he set the dog on the floor gently and walked over to the machine then pressed play.

Message one, received at 5:44 PM:

"Hi sweet pea! It's your favorite girl! where are you?" Your voice cooed

Message two, received at 5:46 PM:

"Li, It's me! Guess you're not home yet." Your voice sounded more impatient in this one,

Message three, received at 5:47 PM:

"Little Li, are you purposely not answering the phone?"

Message four, received at 5:49 PM:

"Oy, liam. It's noel, don't forget the game tonight."

Knock, Knock!

"Who's there?" Liam called out as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it open.

"It's me!" You reply, Liam hurries over to the door and opens it quickly.

"Surprise! Look at you," Liam looks you up and down quickly before shutting the door behind you.

"Yknow Li, i've been trying to call you all evening," You sigh as you walk through the hallway and stop at the kitchen, you set your obnoxiously large bag on the counter and take a large photo album out.

"I did something a little crazy, you'll love it," You hold it up, "I got some girls at work to do a little photoshop to see what our beautiful little babies would look like!"

Liam stares at you for a moment, he doesn't say anything. He takes a swig of his beer. Still no words. The two of you stand feet apart, silent.

"Y-You don't wanna see our children.." You softly mutter, you made your voice sound a bit shaky.

"We don't.. have kids, darling. We've been dating, for 5 days." Liam sets the beer down. He watches you suddenly grab the photo album and sit down at the dining table with your back facing him. Starting to sob, your body shaking. Liam clenches his fists and takes a deep breath before coming to your side.

"Ay, yknow i didn't mean it like- like that, Im a bastard i know it." Liam takes a seat next to you, "Show it to me, pretty, show it."

"We don't have kids!" You repeat in a mocking tone to mimic his voice.

"I thought you meant the bloody dog!" Liam exclaims, "Just show em'"

"You don't want to see these beautiful babies!" You cry out once more.

"I do, I do, I do! swear!" Liam nearly pleads, anything to get you to stop acting so.. So this!

"Perfect! This one is our wedding in italy," You open the first page, "Then that's our first baby, Liam Jr. He's a cutie, just like his dad!" You tap his nose.

"Then our vacation in paris, beautiful! Beautiful!" You point to a photo with you and liam's faces pasted on a random family photo, "Little y/n on my shoulders, william Jr. on yours! Don't they look so happy?"

"They look.. very, very beautiful. sure."

As you went on, Liam got more anxious. His eyes flickering back to the clock and back to the book. He had plans with noel, but if he made you upset - his shot at getting publicity and chicks for the band would be screwed. Then, the phone rang. Liam spun out of his chair to answer it.

"Ma? I'm doing alright,"

a pause.

"She is, actually, yeah." Liam gestures for you to come over, you take the phone.

"Hi Peggy, yes- uh huh. I just got done showing him, he thinks our children will be very attractive,"

another pause

"Oh no! Ha, well then. i better let you go, promise to call me later?" You laugh again, "Tomorrow, got that. Alrighty Peggy, love you too. Buh-bye."

"so you and me mum, friends?"

"Well yeah, how else would i get baby pictures of you for our little book?" You tap your nails along the table, "Yknow, you never told me you always used your brother as a knight in shining armor every time you started a fight,"

Liam choked on his beer, "Baby i gotta go to the-"

"Uh-oh! Not again," You spoke in a dramatic baby voice as the dog peed again on Liam's sound system.

--

Liam rinsed his face off, It was almost over he convinced himself. Once he's done with you, he'll get the money, the fame, everything.

He grabbed a small cloth to dry his face but it was oddly soft and seemed to be trimmed with lace. he opened his eyes and saw the baby pink towel sitting in his hands. He gulped and set it back on the sink, then he saw your toothbrush next to his. Then a small tube of vagisil sitting up.

"No, no,no,no.." Liam murmured with frantic movements as he opened the medicine cabinet. And it was filled with different feminine products, tampons, pads, panty liners, perfumes, makeup, etc.

"No! What the hell!" He yelled.

--

Your perspective

You sat outside of the bathroom, dog in hand, legs crossed while you listened to liams cries. Once this was over, your boss would let you write whatever you pleased.

Liam's perspective

Liam had finally gotten a night to himself. Him and the band had been out causing a ruckus at the nearest pub, occasionally liam would stop to rant on about how you've been possessed.

"y'know it's just happened all of a sudden, she was the coolest bird and all of a sudden she's planning out wedding. It's been a week! She's driving me mad! Absolutely-"

A familiar voice cuts him off, "Did you miss me!"

It was you. Liam's jaw clenched, he squeezed the glass in his hand. All of his mates turned to him, waiting for him to react, or atleast say something.

"You told her we were going out?" Noel leans over to whisper.

"This was supposed to be a guys only thing." Bonehead murmurs. Liam has the same reaction as they do, he doesn't know why you're there and he doesn't know what to say; the only sentence he can manage to put together is:

"Who told you i'd be here?"

You threw your head back as you let out a laugh, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever said, "I heard you on the phone, duh."

"Heard me on the phone, huh?"

"You're not mad at me, are you? My little willy," You pout as you lean closer to him.

"mad? course not, could never be mad." Liam says through gritted teeth, "Well you already know all the boys," He gestures to the men across from him. They give you a simple wave as liam runs through their names. you reach across the table and accidentally knock over a few beers but you don't bother to clean it.

"Noel? Hi Noel," You grip his hand before moving onto the next, "Bonehead, that's odd,"

this goes on as you go through all of their names and insist on a firm handshake.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your cute little game, but i brought some yummy-yummy snacks!"

You dig through your purse and pull out a small plate of vegetarian sandwiches.

"Oh, oh no.. Noel.. Yucky fish," You frown as you take the fried fish from his mouth and replace it with the sandwich, "delicious cucumber sandwich!"

You then set the plate on the table, "Don't want you guys eating this nasty food, not good for your bodies."

As you go around the table, liam watches you in horror, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his wide eyes follow you around. His friends each grab a small sandwich, as your face begins to gleam with pride. For a moment, you're quiet. You stood near the table, watching the men in front of you chat about different things from music to things they hated and then you started again.

You begin to obnoxiously cough, waving the smoke from their cigarettes away from you. Liam raises an eyebrow at you, you cough again. Liam pointed at his cigarette, you nod while gesturing for him to put it out. He takes one last drag and puts it out.

Your perspective

After you got the table to extinguish their cigarettes, you stepped away from their table to give yourself a moment to think. What else could you do to interfere with their little play date? You notice a set of napkins, and grab one before returning to liam.

"Blow,"

"What?" He turns to look at you.

"No one likes a little sniffler, blow." You pinch his cheeks as you hold the napkin in front of him. Liam's group just snicker, some turning their heads to conceal it.

"Yeah, i've got to agree. I don't like a mr sniffles, hate it." Noel nods, enjoying his brothers torment. Liam blows his nose into the napkin, you pat his back.

"Good boy. Also, you should know i stopped by the flat." You say as you crumpled up the napkin and toss it on the table.

"You're letting our little love fern die! She's dead! Deceased, her leaves are drier than a bloody desert Mr. Liam Gallagher!"

"No baby, she's a.. She's sleeping!" Liam panics.

"You let it die! You gonna let us die next? You should think about that." You grab your bag, your voice shaky and hoarse. Just like you had practiced earlier. You storm out of the pub.

"What is a love fern?" Guigsy finally speaks up.

Once you're outside, you giggle at yourself. God, you were doing amazing! If this wasn't the final straw, then you didn't know what else there was to be done.

Liam's perspective

"Is she on something?" Bonehead whispers

"God i sure hope so," Liam practically yelled as a laugh followed after. He twirled his index finger next to his temple, obviously to the stares Noel and Guigsy had been giving him.

"Are you saying i'm some sorta mentally unstable person?" A voice whispers, Liam turns around to see you uncomfortably close to his face. You had a plate of what seemed to be various vegetables which was soon flipped up into the air. The men at his table tried to defend him by saying he had been referring to someone else but you were already on the move. Liam followed you out of the pub, trying to call your name and calm you down but nothing was getting through to you

"This is it! I'm gonna take the fern with me!" You sharply turned to face liam. At first Liam didn't bother to chase after you, but after remembering the promise he had made to his manager and noel? There was too much at risk.

"Y/n! What the hell happened back there?" Liam grabbed your wrist, "You're acting completely insane, yknow that?"

"Oh so i am insane?" You rolled your eyes

"No, No. That's not what i said. I said you're acting insane" Liam emphasizes the word acting. He then shushes a bird near the of you that seemed to have been following the two of you of the pub.

"Liam! that is an innocent animal!" You gasp dramatically as you tug your arm from his grip.

"He's a bird! He'll live, but i'm talking to you."

"I dunno, i don't think i can be with someone who doesn't like animals and thinks i'm a mad person.." you continue walking away.

Liam huffs, still walking after you, "Where's the sexy, cool, fun, smart, beautiful girl that i was talking to?" Liam pauses to take a moment, "The one that wanted to be taken seriously as a journalist. Where's she at?"

"So i guess this means we're over." You sigh, coming to a stop near a light post. You lean against it.

Liam scoffs, "I guess so!"

"Fine,"

"Fine!"

You continue walking until you're sure that your out of earshot and whisper to yourself, 'Finally'

Liam's perspective

After stomping back towards the pub, he notices that all of his friends are sitting outside awkwardly.

"It's over." He mutters

Most of the band just try to comfort liam and give words of encouragement. Noel just dragged liam away.

"Four more days! That's all!" Noel whisper-shouts at his younger brother.

"No! You were there, you saw! She's like the body exorcist!"

"Yeah! I did see and i thought it was sexy."

"Oh shove it."

"Nah, you're right. Forget it. Y'know i just wonder what it'll be like with Blur topping every bloody chart out there and stealing all our money." Noel pretends to ponder as he taps his chin with his index finger.

"Don't start with that,"

"No, i'm serious. We can just sit at the bottom and let all this stuff go to waste, all this hard work and we can just let those posh cunts steal our thunder."

"Fine! Fine! What can i do, What can i possibly do!"

"Couples therapy."

"What?"

"Every time Meg threatens to leave me, I tell her we can try couples therapy. It'll buy you four more days at least."

"You're right." And Liam was back. He began to run in th same direction you had gone in, hoping that he'd catch you. After four minutes, he caught you at a crosswalk walking for the signal to turn.

"Listen, baby, i don't know what i was thinking.. Can you forgive me?" Liam rushes in-front of you to stop you from moving any more. He gets on his knees in front of you, "I'm a right bastard, Love, can you please give me another chance,"

"Haven't you had enough," You begin to turn away.

"Y/n I'll do anything."

"Get up,"

"I'm serious, I'll do whatever you need me to do,"

"Get up, liam." You tap your foot impatiently.

"hear this , what do you think about, couples therapy?"

"Couples therapy?"

"Couples therapy." He nods, "Noel, he said he knows a doctor. Wonderful guy." Liam adds on, he can see some sort of gears shifting in your head.

"No, i know a therapist who can work wonders with men like you, William."

"Yes! Yes, that's what i need!"

"Then i will call and schedule an emergency session with her."

"Whatever it takes, i'll make it up to you."

"A kiss," You turn your cheek to him as he presses a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you for listening and giving me another chance."

"I love you Liam Wiam, but i don't have to like you right now." You puff your chest and cross your arms before walking around him and continuing your journey home.

Your perspective

The next morning, you brought liam to your friend michelle's apartment where she played the role of a therapist for today.

"Look liam, if you're going to commit to this.. i need you to really open up. Dig deep into your little soul." You approach the door and knock insistently before the door opened. You're greeted with Michelle dressed in all white and large lensed glasses.

"Y/n L/n, William Gallagher." She speaks in a serious, deep voice. You stifle a laugh before entering the room. You and liam take a seat on the couch, waiting for her to begin.

"Before we begin, how do you plan to pay for this session?"

"Sweetie?" You whisper as you rubbed liam's shoulders.

"Well.. how much is it?"

"Three hundred pounds." Michelle crosses her legs.

"Three hundred," Liam repeats, Michelle nods in confirmation.

"What ever it takes." Liam mimics himself from the previous night.

"Right, tell me, How long how you and Miss L/n been seeing each other?" Michelle grabs a clipboard.

"Seven days," You perked up

"Seven days, very interesting." She nods, resting her chin on her fist.

"Is seven days.. too soon to be seeing a therapist?" Liam looks up from his hands.

"Liam.. Seven days isn't like a life time or anything.." you shrug

"Yeah it's a fuckin' week." liam laughs while he looks over at your therapist friend for help.

"Language." You whisper yell, gently hitting his thigh.

"It's-" Liam begins before you shortly cut him off,

"Did you hear that tone? How can we not have problems when he constantly uses that tone."

Michelle hums as she looks down at her clipboard, "How are things between you.. sexually?"

"We haven't had sex," Liam answers quickly.

"No, No.. Liam here, has a little bitty problem!" You wiggle your finger.

"I don't have a problem,"

"yes you do, don't be ashamed,"

"I do not have a bloody problem."

"Yes you do," You coo softly.

"No, No, don't turn this. The one night we almost even got close to having sex, She decided to nick name my.." Liam gestures to his crotch.

"Penis.." Michelle crossed her legs as she speaks softly.

"Yes! Princess sophia!"

"I thought it was a beautiful name," You threw your arms up as you sigh with a defeated tone, letting liam get loud.

"I see, William.. And when was it that you first realized that you had been attracted, sexually that is, to other men?" Michelle presses a finger to her lip.

"Oh that's serious.. that's deep." You nod as liam stares at her.

"William, this is a safe circle for us."

"No, it's simple. I like women, it just turned out that way!" Liam huffs

"Me thinks thou doth proteseth too much!" You spoke in a sing-song tone.

"No, stop it. You see, this is the shit i'm talking about about!" Liam snaps his head towards you.

"What did i do?" You pout, your voice getting quieter.

"Woah, woah.. Let's calm down.." Michelle whispers.

"I mean, She keeps doing this! stop it!"

"yknow im hearing a lot of.. Latent anger here.." Michelle nods as she writes on her clipboard.

You nod eagerly in agreement, "Rage-aholic."

"I'm not a rage-aholic!"

"Just take a deep breath for me, Liam." Michelle sets her clipboard to the side, watching as liam takes a deep breath, "Great, Great, just let it go."

"I feel.. better." He whispers.

"Come here," Michelle extends her hand towards liam and holds it for a moment, "I've seen this many times before."

You take this as another opportunity to put your mind to work.

"Oh! would you two like to be left alone!" You exclaim

"No," Liam pulls his hand away.

"Maybe you two can get a room and shag there. Why not!" you wave your arms around, "You are flirting with our shrink, Liam!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are! You're a pathological flirt!" You shout

"Oh cause that makes sense. Five seconds ago, i'm gay. And now i'm a flirt?" Liam shouts once more, "Which one is it, Lady?"

You begin to stuff tissues in your armpits, "I sweat when i get nervous," You whisper to michelle.

"Why would i even need to flirt with any other girl?" Liam laughs, "You've got just enough personalities to keep me entertained, babe."

"That was hurtful." You mutter.

"Liam, Could it be that.. you're ashamed of her?" Your therapist friend queried

"Of course he is!"

"I'm not bloody ashamed of her!"

The two of you shout in sync, you then turn to face each other.

"Of course you are, he is!"

"I'm not ashamed." He repeats as he squeezes the bridge of his nose.

"Y'know.. When i talked to his mother, he totally freaked out," You lean over to grab a tissue as your voice gets shaky, Michelle nods as she listens.

"Nuh-uh, that one can't count. She did it behind me back."

"I just wanted to say hi!"

"Babe, you wanna talk to me mum? Talk to er'" Liam runs a hand through his hair, "You wanna talk to the family, talk to the whole damn family for all i care. Hell, we can get back to Manchester and spend the weekend with me mum and the brothers."

"Now that is a positive idea, Liam." Michelle smiles, her head shooting up.

"It is?" You ask, wiping your nose with the tissue you had retrieved earlier.

"How's that sound?" She nods, signaling for you to agree.

"Wha-?"

"Would you like to go to Manchester?"

You scrunch your nose at her, while she simply hides a smile. Was she trying to ruin your little mission?

The following weekend

You and liam had arrived at his childhood home in manchester. On the way there he had been pointing out the various locations which had been very dear to him when he was growing up. Once you had got out of the car, it seemed like Liam knew everyone who had passed. Most of the people just seemed like old friends or people he had tormented. It was almost adorable.

Inside, Liam was a whole new person. He was a sweetheart to his mother, he wasn't bouncing off the walls like usual. He seemed at ease. Noel and his oldest brother, Paul, had been there, aswell as Meg so luckily you weren't stuck with too many boys. Besides, it was sweet seeing the three brothers together, Liam's grins seemed genuine.

There was no snark or charm in his words, he seemed like a family man. Peggy had greeted you with warm arms, complimenting your every feature. Her and Meg had whisked you away to talk more.

"You're too kind, Peggy. Honestly, if you woulda let me, i would've brought you something."

"There's no need for that," She hushes you, patting your shoulder gently as she places the kettle on the boiler.

"Are you sure? I really want to,"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Alright, alright!" You giggle.

"Darling, You're the first girl Liam's ever brought home for me to meet."

"Really? that's awfully surprising."

"I know he can behave a bit recklessly, but he's a got a big heart, love. Don't go breaking it, promise."

You pause for a moment, a faint smile on your lips.

"I swear."

--

As the day went on, everyone was laughing together. there was a few times you had seen liam taking glances at you but you thought nothing of it, for a moment it felt like a dream. The whole article you had been working on for days had completely left your mind.

were you falling in love? No, no. It's just good acting.

As the weekend came to an end, Liam took you out to a record store he had visited frequently with noel. 'Mr Sifters' he called it. It was a small shop but it felt familiar.

"This one, absolute gold." Liam whistled as he held up red rose speedway. you walk over to him and take the record out of his hands, You flip it over and scan over the track list.

"My mum and dad played this one all the time when i was younger," You thought out loud, tracing your finger over 'my love'

"Really?" You can pretty much hear the grin in his voice without even having to look at him.

"Pretty much super fans, they were." you return the record to him.

"Well now you have to get it, it's got like.. sentimental value don't it?"

"I suppose,"

"My treat." Liam takes the record from you and heads up towards the register.

--

And just like that, the weekend was over. Liam had been walking you up to your doorstep back in London. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, you've never had that much fun with meeting a boy's family. You needed to remember to thank Michelle later for the whole therapist thing.

"Ey, y/n, listen. Tomorrow night my manager and the label's having this party to celebrate all these big bands they've helped and i want you to come with me."

"Okay,"

"okay?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to come as my girlfriend," Liam says softly, eyes locked on your lips.

"Are you calling me your girlfriend, Mr gallagher?" You playfully shake his shoulders while laughing softly

"Yeah, think i am." Liam nods, and it hits you.

"Won't tomorrow be the tenth day we've been seeing each other?"

He hums.

"Maybe after that we'll know."

"Listen, don't make any plans for day thirteen, got it? Cause we've got a game to go to." Liam grins as he holds up two city tickets. You gasp as take one.

"They ain't as good as the ones you got us, but it's an important game." Liam cheers, you wrap your arms around his neck and embrace him.

With a soft kiss on the cheek, you say your goodbyes and head inside your home.

--

you'd rush to your boss's desk somewhat freaking out.

"Lana, please listen. I cannot write this article." You huff.

"Is your computer broken? We can get you a new one file a complaint,"

"No. It's not that - i've just actually gotten to know this guy and he's-"

"Do you see any patches or insignia anywhere on my clothes?"

"No?"

"It's because i am not your girl scout leader, I am your boss. You'll write the article." She sighs, "This cover is at the printer as we speak, with a special section on Britpop and all those 'Heart Throbs'" Lana says sarcastically, "with that, it'll take care of my ad quota for the rest of the year. I want a copy on my desk in two days."

You try to speak up after her rant, "Okay but-"

"No 'but' You will do it. Because you're a professional." She beams as she heads back to work. Leaving you speechless and scared. What was supposed to be an advice article has turned into a dumpster fire called love. But as you were told, you got the copy made.

Liam perspective

Liam stepped out of the cab, that had been waiting outside for you. He anxiously fixed his clothing many times and played around with his hair before turning around. Once he did, he was blessing with the sight of you in a butter yellow silk gown that hugged you beautifully.

Liam was rarely left at a loss for words, but seeing you tonight was a new experience. You did a small spin, allowing him to see you more.

"You're beautiful," He holds out his hand.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr gallagher." You take his hand as he walks you to the cab.

The change of atmosphere got liam's brain to catch up. The music was loud and a lot of familiar faces were there to party.

"Love, i'm gonna grab us some drinks. Have fun, i'll find you in a minute." He shouted loud enough for you to hear.

Near the bar, he bumped into Noel and his manager.

"Great, great! You've got her here." His manager nods eagerly, watching you mingle with all the people.

"But the people wanna know Rkid, does she or doesn't she?" Noel teases before taking a swig of his drink.

Liam paused for a moment, it seemed like the whole plan had been at a halt. He'd been lost in the moment he totally forgot he was the one who had to lead you on. He wasn't in too deep though, was he?

"We'll find out." Liam calmly answered.

Your perspective

After a bit of mingling, you had discovered there was going to be a dinner and presentation. Jesus, rockstars do it all don't they?

You had found the table and your place card when a voice stopped you.

"Excuse me, miss. You're y/n, right?" A man approaches you, offering a champagne glass in his hand, hair slicked, "From liam" he adds.

"Yes," You smile as you take the glas, "You're Liam's manager, yes?"

"That's correct," He shakes your free hand.

"It's very nice to meet you," You say in sync.

"From what i've seen, you've been quite an inspiration for Liam in many ways. He grins, "And might i add, you look rather inspired yourself."

You try to hide your skepticism, but your face betrays you.

"There isn't any diamond in the world that sparkles like a girl in love," He continues.

"Oh no, you've got it wrong. I'm not in love." You clear your throat.

"No? apologies, suppose i'm mistaken."

"No, no, no, no! I mean-" You huff, "I mean i've only known him for ten days.. You can't- I can't" You take a sip of the champagne that's been waiting to be seen.

His manager has a knowing look, "Liam is a very lucky man. Now if you would excuse me,"

"wait! Wait! don't tell him i said that, oh!"

Liam's perspective

Liam's manager had the biggest smile on his face as he approached liam, "The girls in love with you, Liam."

"She loves me?" Liam had a dopey grin on his face as he scanned the room and found you standing with the glass of champagne in your hand.

"Yes! Yes, i knew you could do it!" Liam's manager patted him on the shoulder before walking off.

Your perspective

The new problem, noel's morals (the ones he did have) told him he couldn't let liam just lead a sweet girl like you on. So when he got the chance, he snuck away from the bar and over towards you.

You had been sitting at the table whilst absentmindedly toying with the place card that had your name on it. You had been snapped out of it when noel sat across from you.

"Hey noel, where's liam?" You asked innocently.

"Look, he'll be here in a minute but i need you to listen to me. Liam's got this bet, yeah? i know this is a lot to hear right now all at once but you need to just stay here for the party and run. got that?" Noel whispers, You don't say anything. You felt a lump in your throat. You nod, turning away so he doesn't see your eyes prickling with water.

Liam's perspective

Liam was used to many news folks wanting to interact with him and often he only entertained so many. One of these ladies just so happened to be your boss.

"Listen, Miss, i hate to interrupt but i've got a beautiful gif in a yellow dress waitin' for me at that table." Liam gestures over to you sitting with noel.

"Y/n! She's my how-to girl, the absolute best. Right now, she's doing an article called 'How to lose a guy in ten days'" Lana, Your boss, laughs. "This poor twat shes been pretending to date, well i suppose it's not even pretending.. she's actually dating him! Shes doing the most atrocious things to him"

Liam meets your eyes from across the room, you're downing a glass of champagne as his eyes narrow at yours. Lana's voice slowly tunes out as his mind races with thoughts. She continues ranting before she eventually notices the look of disbelief on his face when she puts two and two together.

Your perspective

You had been on your third or fourth glass of champagne when the dinner started. Oasis's manager had been rambling on about hints you couldn't care to pay attention to. Too much was going on.

Some bet with liam? You knew you were in no position to speak but you didn't expect it. You grabbed another glass before chugging that one too. You rush out of your seat to search for a quiet spot, you look over for a moment and see their manager introducing a small band but you swore the microphone was calling your name.

The band had been set up and were about to speak when you stepped out with a microphone.

"Well, go on! Give another hand for the verve!" You slurred slightly, a microphone in one hand and another glass. The party applauded once more.

"A lot of you might not know Liam gallagher personally. and that's a shame on you." you feign a gasp.

"Cause he's a very talented frontman, smart when it comes to football, and a wagering enthusiast." you drag out your words.

"But most importantly, he's got one hell of a voice box in im'"

You paused as you stared right into liam's mortified eyes.

"And he's prepared a musical treat for his betting mates!"

Noel and his manager shrink in their seats as the rest of the band look down at their laps.

"So liam, why don't you come up here and sing your song?"

Mostly everyone applauded for liam, how were they supposed to know what and was not supposed to be happening? especially considering liams persona.

"Ladies and gents, William Gallagher! C'mon Li!"

Once liam got on stage, you tried to take this as an opportunity to once and for all, get out of there.

"Woah, Woah! Don't start runnin' now, y/n!" Liam grabbed the microphone.

You had been pushing through waiters and people as he spoke, not trying to turn back.

"Noel, Bonehead, would you stop her please? Trust me lads, you do not want this young lady to leave the room."

Noel and Bonehead reluctantly stood up to stop you in your pat, gently redirecting you, you had no other choice but to return on stage.

"What she didn't want to tell you is that.. It's a duet!" Liam cheered.

You huffed as the party applauded you.

"Let's see what song we'll sing tonight, yknow maybe one of her personal favorites!" Liam turned to the band, "Do you lot know You're So Vain?"

"That's not one of my songs." The pianist said with a shaky voice.

"I didn't really ask whether or not it was your song. Do you know it?" Liam growls, the pianist just sighs and nods before cracking his knuckles.

As the piano echoed through the room, a jazzy rendition of the song began to play. Liam began to 'sing' the lyrics to you. Pretty much talking through them. safe to say it was a horrible experience to watch. The two of you were arguing through the lyrics, you had bed drunkenly correcting him and singing over him. If you could call it singing.

To save yourself from any tears that may fall, you rushed out of that room like lightening. Once you made it outside, you heard his yells.

"Hold on, birdie, i'm not done with you." Liam laughed dryly as he raced after you.

"You used me to get publicity!"

"Oh i used you?"

"You arrogant, backstabbing, cunt!"

"Alright missy, you nearly drove me bloody mental for your chick shite magazine!"

"Yeah! And you told people you could make any girl fall in love with you! And i was exhibit A!"

"You treated me like a god damn guinea pig, someone you can just milk dry for all your theories."

"yeah.." Your lip trembled as your eyes finally began to pour with tears, "Yeah well i was a lass someone picked in a bar."

"Boo-hoo, Y/n. I'm sure you'll find a way to use it as a plot twist in your little story."

"That's a great idea, why don't we bet on it." Your words got softer as you lost all reason to fight, scream, yell, etc.

"Here's what, y/n, You did your job, you wanted to lose a guy in ten days.. Congratulations. you did it. you lost him." Liam whispered before spinning on his heel and heading towards the inside.

"No i didn't." You called out, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Cause you can't lose something you never even had." after that, you turned and walked away.

--

After the night, you still got your boss to read the article.

"Well, it's not as i expected."

You open your mouth to speak but she stops you.

"uh-uh, it's better. Congratulations dear. This shows me," She holds up the printed copy, "You're ready to be unleashed. From now on, feel free to write about anything."

"anything?" you grin

"Wherever the wind blows you, my love. Your words are your freedom."

"Politics?" You smile

"The winds not gonna blow you there." Lana laughs as she stands up and goes to take a seat at her desk, you follow.

"What about religion, economics, poverty?"

"Look, this wind is more of a light breeze."

"So what can i write about lana?" You say exasperated.

"whatever you want. Shoes, dressing for your body type. Use your imagination,"

And that's when you realize her definition of anything is really anything cosmetic-related. Not what you believe in, not what you'd want to advocate for. The only things she believes keep readers wanting more.

"Thank you for the opportunity, and thank you for making it easy to decline." You smile on your way out of her office.

Liam's perspective

"Yknow if i could do things differently.. i- i think i would've," Liam sinks into the sofa as the dog you had bought for the two of you follows him. In his mouth is one of the manchester city tickets he was supposed to take you to.

"You wanna go to the game? go ahead, cause i haven't got any reason to go." liam continues to talk to the dog.

Your perspective

You were over at your friend Michelle's flat for some moral support as the football game played on the tv in front of you.

"You're doing the right thing, don't worry." Michelle reassures as she pats your thigh. she sets two drinks down before someone knocks on the door.

"There's the food," she says in a sing-song tone. She gets up from the sofa to answer the door, she slides her wallet off the table and pulls out a few beers. she opens the door and sees that it's her ex whom she's been missing for the past twelve days (and the reason the article had been conceived).

"Y/n, y/n! it's- oh goodness. It's mike." Michelle rushes back to the living room.

"Mike?"

"what do i do!"

"just talk to him."

and that she does. As you watch tv two of them interact, you can help but feel a hint of hope. Maybe there's a way you can fix this.

Your perspective

Ever since the party, surprisingly, oasis has been booked. Mainly interviews, studio sessions, talk shows, all that. On a free day, bonehead approaches liam with your magazine.

"Read it," He says calmly.

"Fuck off, not reading that chick shit."

"Suppose it's story time then," Bonehead grabs the magazine and clears his throat. "I've lost a guy and i don't know why. What went wrong? When i started writing this months column, i wanted to commit those certain, silly dating faux pas. What i didn't realize, was that i was making a the greatest mistake of all."

Liam can't help it when his ears perk up as bonehead reads your article aloud.

"Just- just this one, read it. if it doesn't have any effect on you, toss it."

Liam takes the magazine thinking it'll just make him more upset, but he still tries. As he flips through, he sees you. your words that are written with honesty strike him. And he needs to see you.

He grabs a cab to your office and rushes through the lobby, asking everyone for your name.

He uses the staircase to run up to your floor and finds your desk. It's clean, empty. Your stuff is gone, except for the baby fern you lectured him about days before.

then he sees michelle.

"Excuse me, where is y/n l/n."

"jesus!" She jumps, "She's- she's not here."

"Then where is she,"

"She quit, she's got an interview up in birmingham."

"well when is she leaving?" He takes a deep breath.

"today." michelle says sheepishly.

"what time?"

"Now.." michelle looks down. Liam clenches his jaw, he grabs the plant and turns back to her.

"You're not a shrink, are you."

"no, not at all."

Liam's eye twitches as he runs through the office towards the elevator this time.

"You owe me three hundred pounds." He calls out as he exits.

--

Once he's out of the building he spots a man outside with a motorbike.

"Ey! let me borrow your bike, i'll buy you an even better one just let me see this one." Liam pants out, the man is in shock that liam gallagher is asking to borrow his bike but he agrees to lend it to him either way.

"you're a saint sir." Liam hops on and works his way through the city, hoping he can find you on your way out.

Liam speeds up, looking in each window of the cabs he passes. He doesn't stop till he finally finds your cab on the motorway. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and bangs on the window. You turn to look to see what the bang was and at first you thought you were dreaming. you quickly roll the window down.

"Get this can to pull over!" Liam yells.

"Liam? what are you doing!"

"we need to talk!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, liam!"

"if that's what it takes yeah! now pull over the bloody cab!"

You get the driver to safely pull over and step out of the car. Liam is holding the magazine when he gets off the bike.

"What the hell was that back there!" You scoff.

"Is this true?" he holds the magazine up.

"Li, please."

"Is it true or are you just trying to sell magazines."

"I meant every damn word."

"then why are you leaving."

"I have an interview," You sigh.

"In birmingham, i heard."

Where are you going?" He adds after a long pause.

"Liam, it's the only place i can go and where what i want to write."

"That's bollocks, you can write or type literally anywhere, love."

"i think you're trying to run away."

"Why don't you just save your mind games for another bet, i don't run away." You turn to head back into the car.

"Bullshit."

You hear him call out, you've already opened the car door but his confidence stops you.

"Excuse me?" You can't stop the grin blooming on your face.

"You heard it, missy." He walks towards you, looking down at you. "Bullshit."

"Listen miss, i've gotta work. What's it gonna be?" The cab driver calls out.

"Take the luggage back to this ladies flat, she's got a new ride." Liam slides some bills to the driver.

"you saying im bluffing?" You whisper

"Of course I am," Liam mumbles before holding your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours. You melt into his grip as you pull him closer, if it's even possible at this point.

[capuletoo]

SOMETHING CHANGED - JARVIS COCKER

summary: based on this! request. Being friends with Jarvis was getting difficult, specially with all the thoughts and memories together flooding your mind.

TW: not proof-read!, smoking, drinking, sex(not descriptive)

note: I kinda took all the fic ideas anon left and turned them into one, so yeah..... also hi, sorry this took so long omg.

words: 1.7k

My requests are now open!! So feel free to submit something to my asks

The music is too loud, too bright, too much of everything.

You were drunk off the poisoned cup on your hands. People were dancing and talking all around but everything was background noise to you. Your head aches badly. Laughter spills over itself in uneven bursts, glasses clink, someone shouts something you don’t catch and dont bother trying to.

You’ve been pretending to enjoy it for the past hour, nodding along, smiling at the right moments, but your cheeks hurt now. Your patience wore thin twenty minutes ago.

You stepped into the large hallway that led outside in search of some frash air, or simply a place with much less laughter. You pushed the lateral door and you met the cold humid air that instantly bites your cheeks. 

The party noise fades behind the door, but it doesn’t fully leave. 

You light a cigarette. The golden light of the flame flickers across your face. A drag and then youre not there anymore.

[You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with your back supported by the sofa, surrounded by books that don’t belong to either of you. Poetry collections, mostly. Some worn, some newly bought, some stolen with notes sticking out of the pages. 

He’s stretched out behind you on the sofa, one arm behind his head, the other holding a book he’s pretending to read. 

The complete poems of Emily Dickinson is in your hands, flipping through until on the top of the page you manage to read: Because I Could Not Stop for Death.

You flip onto the next page not even bothering to read the first verse.“You skipped a page,” he says behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up with the sound of his voice. You turn around.

His half opened eyes met your eyes. “You should pay attention to your own book” you say, pretending annoyance. 

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “But you skip a lot of pages, it's distracting” You don’t answer, you pick another book instead, opening it randomly, scanning for something lighter.

Youre not in the mood to explain everything you feel with some topics, and you know he would understand but you still feel the necessity to say something, to apologize for not wanting to talk. 

“Some are overdone.” you shrug way too quickly.

“It’s poetry,” he replies. “Everything’s overdone.” You huff a small laugh, but it dies fast because he’s still looking at you.

You know he knows that youre lying, but he doesnt push it further. He simply shifts until he's sitting on the sofa now, the book beside him long forgotten. Waiting for you to speak. 

“I dont want to talk about it” 

“I know” And you truly believe him. He shifts one again until he's sitting on the ground next to you.

You turn your attention to the book on you hands and flip the pages just to do something else. To not put much attention to his warmth engulfing you, to not mind the way his eyes are piercing the side of your face.

You let your hair fall from your shoulder in a curtain that now covers the side hes watching. You feel relieved your hair is now blocking the sight of him, but not for long. You feel his fingers grace the ends of your hair and gather it to put it behind your ear. 

His touch burns but you dont say anything still. You think that the tips of your ears are red.]

The fist drag meets you with the familiar dizziness.

You lean against the wall beside the door, watching the smoke curl upward and disappear into nothing.

Your finger graces the skin of your lips as you take another drag. You inhale and in the movement you're gone again. 

[ A different night. A different door. He’s leaning over you, shielding the lighter from the wind, his hand hovering near your cheek but not quite touching.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, like it’s a secret meant only for you to hear. The cigarette lights on your lips and smoke fill the space between you. “dont be greedy now” He says without moving away and gesturing with two fingers in front of you. 

You place the cig on his fingers and watch him place his thin lips on the same spot yours were seconds before. He places the cigarette himself back on your lips. 

That day you lay wide awake thinking about him and dreaming of asking him do you think about me too?]

The smoke that you were holding on your lugs escaped your lips, you blink and youre back. You take a drag, exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl upward. 

You hear a drunk laugh from inside. You consider leaving, watching the lightstreets illuminate the pavement and rows of houses adorning it. You look back to a window and see everyone dancing around and talking. You would feel like a loser leaving alone.

[The unmistakable guitar tune of George Harrison fills your room. Beware of Darkness drifting softly. 

There are tissues everywhere. On the floor, on the table, crumpled in your hands.

A glass of wine sits untouched beside you, and a stack of vinyl records leans dangerously close to falling. 

You sat there on the floor once again, remembering what probably was one of the worst days of your life. You thought that everything would be easier, that everything woud settle on its own, but right now youth feels like a wound mending: it stings if you move.

You hear the door snap shut. A faint sound. Movement on the other side.

“No,” you whisper to yourself, quickly wiping at your face, smearing tears across your face instead of removing them. You hear it clearly now, his voice echoes with your name. 

Your stomach drops.

You cant let him see you like this, it too much of a sight. You were close with him, close enough to show up unnanounced to eachothers houses, but still this was something else.

You try wiping your cheeks, pushing your hair back, sitting up straighter and by the time the door opens theres nothing really you can do to hide. He looks at you and stops. It’s impossible to lie, because he already knows.

He steps inside slowly, closing the door behind him without breaking eye contact. You feel exposed.

“Bad day?” he asks softly.

“That obvious?”You let out a small, broken laugh. “I didn’t want you to see me like this”

“Why not?”

“It’s not exactly charming.”

“You don’t have to be charming,” he says as he walks over, slow and steady. He sits beside you, pulling you gently against him without hesitation. His thumb careses your check, cleaning up a faint wet trail, left from your tears.

The music plays on and you dont resist his touch. Being this close to him made you feel warm inside, and the way he was looking at you through his glases had butterflies flapping on your stomach.

Your breathing slowly evens out as you rest your head against his chest.

After a while you speak: “Jarv…” You sit up straigth, looking into his eyes. “your heartbeat is freaking me out”]

You take another drag, longer this time.

The door creaks open besides you. You don’t turn immediately. You take your time, exhaling smoke before glancing over your shoulder.

Jarvis.

He’s half in shadow, half under the weak yellow light above the door, hair slightly disheveled like always and his shirt untucked 

You bring the cigarette back to your lips, mostly to avoid saying anything. He watches you for a second before stepping closer, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“I was thinking of leaving,” you say.

“Yeah?” he replies, glancing down at the ground, then back at you. “Want me to walk you?”

Your heart stutters.

It would be so easy to say yes. To keep things light, to let this remain what it’s always been: just best friends with too much promises.

But do you really want that?

You flick ash onto the pavement, watching it scatter.

“I was thinking…” you start, then stop.

“That serious, is it?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, but there’s no bite to it.

“Alright, alright. Go on.” A soft laughter escapes the thin smile on his lips.

“I..” The air feels colder now as you hesitate, suddenly aware of the space between you,  the faint smell of smoke and something that smells like him. “I think I’m in love with you.” There it was.

There.

It hangs in the air. Irreversible.

You don’t look at him right away. You can’t, instead you focus on the cigarette instead, burning between your fingers.

The silence streetched between you two like cable about to snap.

“Well,” he says slowly, “that’s convenient.” youre waiting for a half whispered joke, a a mocking laugh, but nothing comes. He 's not laughing.

You blink, turning to him. “Convenient?” you repeat.

He shrugs, but it’s almost shy.  “I’ve been thinking about you an embarrassing amount,” he admits and the way he looks at you is almost unberable. “Even when you’re not being particularly charming.”

You let out a breath that turns into a quiet laugh. “I’m never charming.”

He leans a little closer. The party still hums behind the wall. The night narrows forwards. There is no need to say anything more since words have done what they could and now have become unnecesary. You drop the cigarette and crush it beneath your shoe, the act filling you with courage to start moving and when you step away from the wall, he follows without question, like a mutual agreement. 

Your house appears sooner than expected, like the night has shortened the distance. You pause for only a moment, your hand hovering near the handle, aware of him just behind you. 

He lingers near the doorway for a second before stepping further in like he has done a hundred times before, but not like tonight. 

When he reaches for you, theres no rushness to it and its almost careful the way his hand finds yours and intertwines with your fingers. The space slowly disappears until his buttom lip brushes your top one. Jarvis starts muttering love words to you that you cant seem to comprehend, being too drunk off of him, until figuring out his voice laced with a mixture of longing and love. 

The electricity in the air crackled. Later that night, in the darkness of your bedroom you were able to be in the same room with him, and not be thinking about your hands for once. 

Fingertips and sighs, your bare chest, and the soft rythm of his naked skin falling and rising. 

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oh my god oh my god oh my god. i literally cannot put it into words how much i adore this writer

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noel and gem.......... god i need help

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GUESS WHO GOT GORILLAZ TICKETS RAAAH 🔥🔥 DILF DAMON HERE I COME

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i think about this photo all the time like oh my GOD. they look like hamsters i need to care for them this instant

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i redid my theme lols the only thing that'll never change is ms taylor like that's my girl

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I Thought I Saw Your Face Today

warnings: not proofread, slight angst/comfort, fluff, some making out, Beatles for sale slander :)

a/n: ayyy first liam fic clap clap clap i hope this song is still relatively popular so i dont look stupid :) also i wanted this done last week but ive had so much stuff to get gone so apologies!!

Pairings: Prefame!Liam Gallagher x reader, Liam Gallagher x Reader

The day you and Liam split was a day you'd never forget. I mean, how could you? The two of you were young; it was like a scene out of a movie. Except it wasn't a fight you could fix. It was messy, it was hateful, it was a memory you never wanted to look back on. You told yourself you were over it, but were you? Well. That's a different story.

It was stupid. Stupid was the only word available to describe the fight. You both wanted different things. He wanted fame, when you wanted a quiet life. It wasn't going to work out, you told yourself, but you knew your heart felt otherwise.

And as of late, everywhere you went, you saw him. Every record shop you went into, you saw his face. Every time you read the papers, Liam Gallagher, in bold letters, sat there yelling at you. The only voice you heard on the radio was his.

Honestly? You thought someone up there had it out for you. If you saw his face plastered up somewhere one more time, you would surely rip your hair out. So for a while, you never listened to the radio. You stopped visiting your favorite record shop. You stopped reading the papers. And rarely went out to the busy London city streets, where you knew most billboards or pop-ups were.

Since then, you thought you had finally escaped him for the second time in your life. You thought.

You had been visiting a record store not too far from your flat when you passed by a tall, lanky figure you'd recognize anywhere. When you took a second look, it was just a random teen. And that's when all the memories came back.

-

"Love, take a look at this!" He laughs, spinning around to face you while holding a Beatles album up as if he had struck gold. "Beatles for sale!"

"Liam, I'm beginning to think you're the only person in the world who enjoys that album. Magical Mystery Tour is leagues better!" You giggled as you stepped closer, and he rolled his eyes playfully at your remark.

"Whatever. You wouldn't know good music if it hit you in yer face." He sets the record back and resumes digging through the stack. You stand behind him with a couple of records of your choice in your hands, humming a soft tune.

-

"Alright?" The teenager's voice shakes you from your thoughts, and you realize you had been standing there and staring at him like a maniac.

"All good. Sorry about that one, you just -" you clear your throat, "just sorta look like someone I knew." An awkward chuckle falls from your lips. He raises an eyebrow and walks away.

Okay, that was it. Someone had it out for you. Geniuenly, what the hell was that. You certainly could never show your face there again! You rushed out through the doors and made a beeline back to your flat.

You ushered out a quick apology each time you had accidentally bumped into someone before finally arriving home. You nearly sprint up the steps and into the safe space before leaning up against the door, eyes squeezed shut.

-

"Y'know, the world won't stop anytime soon," Liam murmurs from your bed as he watches you. You constantly busied yourself with different tasks. You felt you had a need to get things done constantly; it was pretty much your thing.

"But I've got to get this done, like seriously." You say while youre in the middle of reorganizing a random shelf. You feel Liam's presence behind you before he grabs your hands and stops you. In a way, he's forcing you to step back into your shoes.

"Take a break, for a minute, yeah?" He smiles, "You can do that another day, let's just have fun." Liam says before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

-

You took a deep breath and got back on your feet. Everyone's got their off days, don't they? For you, it seemed like your days were turning into weeks. But you could manage, you always did.

Right?

Right.

After a while, you began to tolerate seeing him everywhere. You didn't drive to work in silence, you didn't avoid the city, you lived your normal, quiet life. Just like you intended to, like you swore all those years ago. And you were just fine with that!

You thought.

One evening, you returned to the record shop after that awkward encounter with the teenager, with your dignity and money waiting to be spent. You skimmed through the stacks, looking for familiar faces or album covers.

It was all going well until you heard a familiar voice, one that you had heard before. It was loud, confident, maybe even a bit intimidating. You looked up from the crate you had been previously digging through when you saw his face. God, you'd recognize those eyes anywhere. The pale blue that never failed to make your heart skip a beat, the crooked grin he beamed whenever he said something cheeky. There was no mistaking it this time.

You weren't sure why, but you immediately ducked down, cursing to yourself. Why was he here? What was he doing here? When did he get here? Who was he here with? Your mind raced, you felt like a kid all over again. You pinched your forearm, begging that this would all be a dream.

Nope. Here he was in all his glory, Liam Gallagher. And you, in the same room. after who knows how many years. You hoped he hadn't seen you, you slowly stood up and turned your back towards him. Hoping he wouldn't come by. You felt childish, still hiding. Where was that dignity you had when you came in?

You'd imagine this scenario millions of times. The two of you bumping into each other again, chatting like old friends. Like nothing ever happened. But this? This is the worst situation to be in at the moment.

Your heart was beating through your chest, and your mind was racing, then your thoughts were interrupted by that exact same voice you were desperate to avoid.

"Am I dreaming?" You hear the voice from behind you. You felt your muscles tense up as you attempted to seem unaffected. You turn around with a big grin that feels uncomfortable.

"Liam! Fuck, it's been a minute, hasn't it?" A breath you didn't know you were holding falls from your lips as you look up to the man in front of you. You notice the smirk growing on his lips, like he sees right through you. He was always good at that, wasn't he?

"You don't seem to be happy to see me," He feigns a pout. Your facade drops.

"Don't push it."

"Cheeky," He hums, walking around you and flipping through records. It was like he was still testing the waters. Have you both forgotten it? Or had been waiting for this day too.

"Y'know," You spoke up, he turns to look back over at you. Waiting for you to speak, his eyes saying more than he could at the moment. It caught you off guard for a moment.

"All the Beatles stuff is near the front," You sputtered out, gesturing over to the front of the store.

"Well, maybe I like what they've got going on over here." Liam retorts obstinately while picking up a random record and holding it up with pride without taking a look. You look at him with a deadpan expression. The two of you sit there for a minute, neither of you saying anything.

Liam has this conceited look on his face, one that you've seen one too many times. One that means 'I don't plan on backing down anytime soon'. You wanted to tell him he was holding up a record that he'd hate, but you wanted to cherish the moment before you said anything.

"Spice Girls?" You snicker as his head snaps to the record he was holding up and immediately puts it back. His face is bright red; you can't help but let out another laugh.

"Laugh, go on, Y'know - I did it on purpose, yeah."

"Sure," You say with a smile still apparent on your face, you made sure to drag out the word just to get a bit more teasing in. "Liam, you did not change one bit." You playfully smack his shoulder.

"You did, you used to be so.. I dunno how to say it." Liam sighs, eyes flickering from your smile and back to your eyes. "All over the place, I guess. D'you know what I mean?"

You slightly cringe at his words. You knew you were a bit of a perfectionist when you were younger, while also feeling you had a need to get things done correctly, but it was still odd hearing it from other people.

"Yeah, that's it." You nod, rocking on your heels. The cheerful mood seemed to have died down after that observation. The two of you standing in that record store.

"Not that long ago, I thought I saw your face, but it was just some random kid," You began to giggle, "I was like shocked, I was like 'Is that Liam? Have I time-travelled?' and I didn't even realize I was just sitting there, standing and staring at the kid!" You soon burst into a fit of laughter as Liam joined you.

"You serious?" He practically snorts, "If you missed me that much, you could've called"

You could've called? Years of no contact, and he says you could've called? How were you supposed know that was an option?

'If anything, you should've called. I've been waiting for you, and now you decide to show up? No wonder I haven't been able to escape all the bloody adverts! You might as well tell me to screw off-' You think to yourself as you look at him with a raised eyebrow, and before you know it,

"Let's go out," You blurt out. It's too late, the words are already out, and there's no going back. "Let's go out soon, just us. So we can catch up."

And to your surprise, he agrees. Next thing you know, you're busy on Friday night going to the pub. Now youve got a date plans with someone you haven't talked to in forever! In addition to the fact that he's got girls all over England frothing over him!

But you'd manage, you always did.

-

When Friday arrives, you feel nothing but nerves. Before leaving, you checked the mirror nearly a hundred times to make sure you looked put together. You kept fixing your hair, touching up your lip gloss before switching to lipstick, only to go back to lip gloss. You looked at the clock every five minutes, waiting for the hour hand to hit seven. And once it did, you didn't waste another moment before heading out the door.

By the time you arrived at the pub, it was packed and loud. There was music blaring, but it wasn't enough to drown out the people. You look around and soon find Liam by himself at a table tucked behind the noise. He had a pint infront of him and it looked like he had been looking around for you before he finally saw you.

You pushed your way through the herds and sat down across from Liam, smiling.

"Nearly got trapped back there," You say as you set your bag down next to you.

"Saw that, thought you were gonna get trampled." He grins while sipping from his pint. You soon feel the chemistry coming back. It felt like you guys were young again.

Soon enough, conversations were easy again. The awkwardness had finally left thanks to one or four pints and it was a wonderful night.

"How do you do it?" He asks with a dopey grin on his face, he's now slouching in the seat with a half-drunk pint in hand

"Do what?"

"You've always got this thing about you that just makes me a mess," you laugh. He's got to be out of it. No man can drink that much and think clearly.

"Dead serious, love." He shakes his head, sitting up straight before continuing his rant, "I hate to get all sappy, but it's only you that does it."

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you lose any words that you wanted to say. The only thing you manage to say is, "fuck off,"

The grin on his face turns into something more serious as he moves closer, "Can we try again? Swear you won't regret it."

The only way to describe his words was a sort of plea, though, knowing Liam, he'd deny, deny, deny. Your response didn't need words; you simply pressed your lips against his and let them do the talking.

The dance of your tongues told Liam enough; his hand found the back of your neck while he smiled against your lips. You could taste the beer in his mouth and practically began to get drunk off that.

You remembered your surroundings and pulled away, breathless and lips glossed with spit. A breathless chuckle falls from your lips.

"Think it's time to get out of here," Liam finishes his pint and pulls you up from the seat.

You let him guide you through the crowd of people in the pub and out the door. The rush of cold wind catches you off guard. Liam wraps his arm around your shoulder and tugs you closer.

"You won't regret it," Liam repeats. You could tell he wasn't messing around from the determined look on his face.

You don't reply, you just soak in the moment. Once Liam had a goal, he wouldn't stray away from it, and that was what made him so him.