#why is noel nodding

[ohnopeh]

can’t believe my adult ass is giggling like an high schooler seeing their crush walk by because of these two little shit interacting and making gallavich references

[todays-just-a-daydream]

adding to this list TRNSMT 2021, first gig after lockdown:

0:00 hello

8:00 morning glory

33:45 the river

46:00 acquiesce

54:00 live forever

1:00:00 wonderwall

specifically hello and morning glory sound as close to an oasis reunion as you can get without noel onstage. hope he got some serious fomo watching this one.

all this bullshit about liam's voice is tiresome when you've seen how bad it can get (argentina '06) and think he sounds better this year than he has in 2 decades easy. but in the process of the back and forth defense, i did find some incredible keepers.

gas panic at birmingham 2019

roll it over at knebworth 22

cover of Bob Marley's Natural Mystic

Once at Radio 1 Piano Sessions

slide away in blackburn 2022

by contrast fuji rock festival 2009 is painful. of all things roll with it got me choked up (he's spitting "all too much for me to take" and "i think i got a feeling i'm lost inside" and 1 month to the end it sounds very different). and then noel follows it up with the best masterplan live version i've heard so far. devastating.

[thewitchblue]

"Hold this for me. Thanks."

You handed Damian a baby goat before walking away as if nothing had happened. You gave him a light pat on the shoulder as you passed him and a kind smile.

Damian blinked at the goat in his arm before turning back to your retreating figure. Where did you get the goat, and why are you giving it to him? He's an animal lover, true, but unless you have a secret animal farm, what happened? How did you acquire a baby goat? Did you steal it? Assuming you did steal it, why would you steal a goat? What is your motive? To say you kidnapped a kid?

He had only questions and no answers. You were already next to your boyfriend, Dick, so it would be impossible for him to separate you from him for answers. Neither of you ventures far without the other lagging behind. You move as one unit. There would be no answers to his questions unless he can corner you strategically.

He looked at the goat in his arms and decided with a sigh that he was already in love with the innocent doe eyes looking at him. Fine. Dump your kid on him. Maybe you saved it from an abusive farm. He would like to pretend that this is a rescue case and not a kidnapping.

Regardless of how you got it, he walked up to Bruce with the baby goat in his arms. He awkwardly cleared his throat, but Bruce didn't turn around immediately, so he said stiffly,

"Father."

Bruce was on the Batcomputer, but he turned around in his chair to face Damian. The only surprise Bruce showed was slightly raised eyebrows. He sighed softly and petted the goat.

"What do you want to name it?"

He didn't bother asking why he had a goat or what led to him gaining a goat (Bruce knows for a fact he didn't buy that goat and none of the Supers have reported any missing livestock yet). He had long since become used to Damian and his animal loving heart.

Damian had not thought of a name. He glanced back at you. What would you name the goat? Knowing you, you'd probably name it something stupid like Billy, thinking you're funny to name it Billy Goat. It's not even a billy goat. It's a pygmy goat. He thought about it before saying,

"...Noel."

Bruced nodded his approval before turning back to the computer. He was focused on a case. He said,

"Put Noel in with Batcow."

Damian walked away without another word. He held the goat like it was his child. He cradled it as it falls asleep in his arms. How is he going to leave the cave if he doesn't have any hands to do anything besides hold Noel? He'll find out.

Nobody questioned why he now has a baby goat. They merely petted the goat as he passed, but you gave him a grin. You knew he'd like the goat.

He wanted to be mad at you, but he found that he couldn't. He loved Noel already. He held the kid closer to his chest and wrapped it in his Robin cape.

He has no idea how to raise goats, but he will have to figure it out. You just gave him an assignment to research. How does someone raise goats? Will he have to get another one? Farm animals are normally social animals. Would Batcow count as a companion for his new goat? He had no idea, but he realistically should have gotten Batcow a friend already. Titus isn't with her all the time, and she must get lonely. Maybe he'll ask Jon for tips if he can't figure out everything.

He sighed as he looked at the adorable goat in his arms. He hates how much thought was put behind gifting him a goat despite the seemingly randomness of it all.

Damian likes you a lot. However, much to his misfortune, you are not done gifting him thoughtful presents. He has no idea how to handle these thoughtful gifts. He always ends up running away.

He'll eventually learn how to cope with being surrounded by your loving gestures, but for now, he's embarrassed how much you know about him. You know his passions, and you seem to know what's going on in his life.

Every off-handed comment mentioned in passing, you found a way to gift the family something they never thought about buying. Jason was given a therapy dog for his trauma and loneliness, Tim was given a graphic card when he was mentioning he wanted to get into gaming more, Bruce has new upgrades in the Batmobile (which you show him how to use and what everything does), and Dick has you. Kind, compassionate, ever giving you.

You laughed at Dick's side and gave him a quick kiss. You loved this family, and they quickly grew to love you. You fit right into the wacky group of heroes.

Jason pretended to hate seeing the adorable couple, but his romantic heart beats for couples happily in love, even if they are disgustingly so such as Dick and you.

His dog also loved the duo, but the massive dog remained cuddled on his lap as Jason sat on the couch. For some reason, his Newfoundland dog decided she's a lapdog. He was lucky he was as large as the dog, or he'd be drowning in dog fur.

Tim, truthfully, did not care one bit. He appreciated all your knowledge about him, even if it was slightly creepy. How did you know he was missing his favourite sweater? Where did you get the sweater? He doesn't even remember where he got the original. Part of him assumed it was Connor's sweater all along that happened to get mixed in with his stuff.

How did you know Tim has always wanted a specific ring from his father's collection that he was eventually buried wearing? Is this how people feel when Tim "researches" them? You knew too much about him. He can't hide anything no matter how hard he tries. You seem to know everything.

You wrapped your arms around Dick with a grin. You loved this man more than you loved air. He knew it, his siblings knew it, Bruce knew it, and the public knew it. Neither of you was subtle about your relationship, but that's just how your relationship works. You feel like two kids in love.

He leans in and whispers,

"I know you gave that goat to Damian."

You beamed. You weren't trying to be sneaky in the slightest. You loved seeing Damian happy and unguarded. His expression softens, and a small smile spreads across his face. In those short moments, you like to pretend that is default Damian. The soft, kind-hearted kid with so much love to give.

"He will love that goat. I can already imagine the miniature ranch he's slowly gaining. Do you think I should get him a horse next?"

Dick laughed. He loved that your brain was already thinking of the next gift to give his littlest brother.

"How are you going to sneak a horse into the house, cutiepie?"

You smirked. You were already plotting. He narrowed his eyes playfully. What is going on in your brain?

"I don't have to go through the house. I can use the Batcave. All five of you would rush at the triggered alarm."

He shook his head with a smile. You and your little schemes. That would be one way to make an entrance.

"Where are you going to get a horse?"

He didn't like the excited gleam in your eyes. You had a connection somehow. Did Jon tell you where they got their horses? He'll never know. You keep your connections to yourself.

"I know a girl."

You didn't elaborate further despite Dick's pestering, so eventually, he let it go. He won't be surprised if Damian finds a horse in his room after patrol.

[badbihsemiluvr]

SMILE, YOUR ☆N CAMERA.

kang noeul x fem reader

!! cw/tw !! 18+ smut, d! dom noeul, s! sub reader, strap on usage (r! receiving), ass slapping, degrading, breeding kink?, noeul refers to get strap as her dick, noeul takes photos and videos of you during sex, catching noeul masturbating to your videos, you ask noel to call u mommy, noeul suggests uploading the vids to of.

overview: your north korean girlfriend, kang noeul has always been rough with you in bed, the two of you were quite the opposite of vanilla. noeul enjoyed seeing you at her mercy so much so, that one day she suggests recording having sex with you. thinking it’s just another one of noeuls kinks, you soon find out the real reasoning behind the videos.

!! an !! finalllyy, i wrote a noeul ff!! i’ve been addicted to reading all the dom noeul fics on tumblr lately so i thought i’d make one myself ^_^ enjoy sluts.

tears rolled down your soft cheeks as noeuls cock pounded in and out of your bent over pussy repeatedly. “this feels so good, don’t stop.” you manage to moan out, in the midst of being completely destroyed by noeul.

all of a sudden, noeuls motions abruptly stop and you whine desperately on edge “what the fuck, baby why’d you stop?” noeul pulls her strap out of your tight pussy, that was on the verge of cumming. “flip over.” noeul demands under her breath, her voice low and husky, full of lust.

you follow noeuls orders immediately, laying down on the bed, turning your body to face hers. “now what?” you ask confusedly, wondering why your girlfriend stopped mid fuck. “i have an idea.” noeul exclaims, a devilish smirk forming on her lips. you were used to noeuls wild suggestions during sex, at this point nothing was too crazy for you.

“and what idea is that?” you whisper, raising an eyebrow, pulling noeul in closer her face only inches away from yours. “let’s make a movie.” noeul whispers in your ear. you are slightly taken aback by her suggestion, but it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary.

noeul would send nudes often, and so would you, but she’s never asked to record during sex. “why do you wanna record, baby?” you question noeuls motives.

“its really none of your damn business. but if you must know, i want a video of me absolutely fucking the shit out of you, for memories.” noeul exclaims sarcastically, acting like you were invading her privacy by asking why.

“memories, suree.” you say, pulling her into a deep, and passionate kiss. which noeul shortly breaks away from to set up her phone on a tripod. “wow you were prepared for this moment.” you say sarcastically. noeul shakes her head at your remark and finishes setting her phone up on the tripod. she steps behind the camera and asks you “ready to make an award winning film” jokingly. you nod your head and she presses the record button.

waisting no time, noeul jumps back on the bed, hungrily making out with you like you were her last meal. her strap hit your stomach as her body grinded against yours, desperately. noeuls hands explored every line and curve of your body as she began sucking on your neck.

soft moans and curses escaped your lips as the feeling of noeuls soft lips wrapped around and bit at your skin. her kisses trailed down your body, she started making her mark on your breasts. slowly filling her mouth with them, you squirm at the feeling of noeuls tounge swirling on your nipples. “fuck noeul.” you hiss.

as noeul sucked on your breasts, her rough slender fingers make their way down to your sopping cunt. she couldn’t help herself but tease you. her fingers traced up and down your folds, leaving you a needy mess. “n-noeul, pretty please.” you beg. noeul slaps your ass sharply at your lack of words. she didn’t like when you didn’t specify exactly what you needed in the moment.

“pretty please what? your gonna have to be more specific slut.” noeul exclaims. she gets up momentarily to grab the camera off of the tripod to get a closer look at your dripping pussy.

“please fuck me noeul.” you say, your voice shaky and desperate. “so pathetic, already out of breath, and look how wet you are.” noeul exclaims as she points the camera directly at your pussy, slapping it. you flinch at noeuls abrupt actions.

with one hand she holds the camera, and with the other she positions her strap at your entrance. you moan as noeul abruptly stuffs her cock into your pussy. “you don’t get time to adjust to my dick, since your hole is already so fucking stretched out.” noeul says.

you moan as noeul starts thrusting her cock in and out of your wet cunt. her motions start off steady, since she’s holding the camera to record, there’s only so much she can do at this point.

you moan loudly at the feeling of noeuls cock deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. noeul is clearly enjoying your loudness. she speeds up her thrusts the louder you get. she holds your hips with her free hand to keep you steady.

“look at my baby, keep making those pretty faces for the camera.” noeul exclaims devilishly as she pounds into your cervix. you arch your back at noeuls words, feeling like a total slut in this moment.

you put on a show for the camera, and you didn’t care, it just turned you on even more. noeul panned the camera to your tits bouncing up and down as she continued beating up your pussy like she hated you. “you know i wish i could breed you, and make you completely mine.” noeul exclaims. you nod, biting your lip at noeuls remark.

it feels like your in heaven, heat in your body grows as noeuls pace gets deeper and messier. she slows down and speeds back up, which is driving you absolutely crazy. she slaps your ass when you zone out, making you alert again. you bite your lip, and stare into the camera. your eyes pan over to noeuls face, her eyes staring into the camera, black with lust. god, this woman was going to be the death of you.

“your such a natural at this doll, your a born pornstar.” noeul mutters as you scream out her name, fingers intertwining with the sheets. barely able to control yourself anymore. your legs start shaking profusely and you say “n-noeul i’m getting close.”

“god already, why don’t we make this a double feature then?” noeul says into the camera. she continues to drill her cock into your pussy, her free hand now pinching your clit.

she zooms in on the sight of your puffy, wet cunt, absolutely destroyed by her cock. you scream loudly at her touch, tears rolling down your face. noeul hums at the sight of you so weak. she zooms back out to get a full view of you.

you feel yourself loosing all control over your body in this moment. your back arches, tears continuously rolling down your checks, and you feel the heat in your stomach snap. you release all over noeuls cock. she zooms into the sight your face as you cum. and she keeps pounding in and out of you, helping your orgasm last longer than ever.

she eventually pulls out, your juices dripping down her plastic cock. she demands you suck it, and you comply. your mouth fills with her cock, noeul grabs your messy hair in one hand, and zooms into you sucking her dick with the other.

noeul grins with pride as you choke on her dick, she pushes your head down further and further the more you gag. she pulls your hair slightly, signaling you to get up. your mouth releases from her cock, and you stare into the camera, licking your big pouty lips, covered in your own cum.

noeul flips the camera to face both of you and says jokingly “hopefully we go viral!!” then presses her finger against the stop button.

noeul acted so tough and emotionless during sex, but the second it was over she really did care for you. she asked if you were alright, and tucked you into bed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

a few days pass by since you and noeuls little film making session. the idea of the video turned you on every time you would think about it. but it also scared you in the slightest bit?

you thought about all the possibilities, of breaking up with noeul. then where would the video go? would she keep it, or even worse upload it online? but for the most part you just forgot about the video in general, until today.

you were coming home from work early, which was a very rare occasion for you, considering your boss was very strict. noeul assumed you would be gone for a while, she didn’t think you’d be home this early.

your hands shuffle through your purse, looking for your apartment key. you finally find the key and unlock the door gently, assuming noeul would be sleeping or relaxing at this time of day. but oh, you were so wrong.

you were greeted home by the sounds of your girlfriends loud moans filling the whole apartment. you didn’t even know she could moan that loud, noeul was so stubborn that she never let herself be fully submissive around you.

a wave of shock and realization rush through your body, hearing noeuls lewd sounds. you remembered the video from a few days ago, and instantly realize noeuls reasoning for recording. she recorded you so she could secretly masturbate to it while you weren’t home. no wonder she was so fucking blunt and dismissive when you asked why she wanted to record.

you didn’t know what to do in this moment, but walk in the bedroom and catch noeul in the act. the idea of that turned you on so bad, so you went ahead and busted into the bedroom. you stand at the bedroom entrance, wide eyed at the sight of your girlfriend completely naked spread out on the bed, her fingers stuffed up her pussy, and the sex tape playing on the flat screen tv.

the second you barged in the room, noeul quickly grabbed the nearby covers to hide her completely bare, sweaty body. her messy black hair stuck to her forehead, it looked like she had been going at it for a while. “y/n!! it’s not what it looks like..” noeul mutters under her breath with a slight guilt in her voice.

“it’s okay baby, you don’t have to be ashamed of what you were doing.” you say assuring her it’s not that big of a deal. noeul looks at you with a mix of guilt and desire displayed on her face. “i, i just get so needy when your gone. i miss you, every part of you.” she utters seriously, like she’s confessing to a crime or something.

you take your heels off, and sit down on the bed beside noeul, placing your hand on her thigh under the covers, gently rubbing circles. “you missed mommy, huh?” you say mindlessly, passion taking over. noeul had never called you that, nor did she plan to.

noeul raised her eyebrow at the sudden use of the pet name, taken aback. she hesitantly nods while bitting her lip. she then hovers her body on top of yours to take back her dominance after this weak moment of being caught in the act.

“let’s see who you call mommy now.” she says, hovering her naked body over yours, leaving you practically trapped. she tugs on the collar of your work shirt and starts to slowly unbutton it, leaving you in just your bra, mini skirt, and tights.

“how about we make another movie, and this time we’ll upload it to only fans for everyone to see.” noeul says as she sucks on your neck, you moan at the sensation of her lips wrapped around your sensitive skin. “even that boss of yours who sent you home early, that motherfucker.” noeul mutters lustfully under her shaky breath.

“i’m gonna fuck you so dumb, this won’t ever happen again.” noeul says, a evil grin forming on her lips as she grabs the strap from the nightstand. you knew catching noeul in the act was a huge mistake when you couldn’t walk the next day . . . .

[tinlune]

The Discovery

Kaiser’s taken?

Everyone in Bastard München got quite the shock when a woman suddenly showed up at one of their practices out of the blue. A real, live woman. That was unfathomable to the teenage boys, most of whom were painfully awkward when interacting with a member of the female species outside of their immediate family.

Everyone was still, the silence deafening. No one knew who she was, except for Kaiser who began to walk up to the mysterious woman with his signature cocky grin.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you? Was it too long for you to wait mein engel?

The team just stared on as Kaiser flirted with this woman but with an obvious degree of familiarity. Why was the team’s ace calling this random lady a sweet nickname, romantic nickname..oh. Oh. Wait, Kaiser was in a relationship? And that just opened up a whole new can of worms.

Strangely enough, Noel Noa wasn’t doing anything about the disturbance. In fact, he looked bored. Like this was a completely normal thing to happen..or he was expecting it.

“You’re so full of yourself but what if I did miss you?”

“Then I would think that’s adorable. Now, let’s go somewhere else to talk, where we won’t be looked at like we’re the entertainment for the night.”

“Whatever you want.”

And they walked off, Kaiser guiding her to some unknown location.

When the pair was out of sight, the team erupted into chatter. “Who is she? Do you know her? Does Kaiser actually have a girl? More importantly, how did she get in here? Why?” Many of the Blue Lock guys were lost navigating this new dynamic, especially when they were still acclimating to this new team.

After allowing them a few moments to process and talk amongst themselves, Noel Noa spoke up. “Why are you all standing around here doing nothing? Is this not a place for you to hone your skills?”

A collective mumbling of sheepish “yes Coach” followed, the crowd dispersing and going off to the practices they were doing before, albeit more distracted.

Noa simply sighed. It was tiring dealing with teenage boys day in and day out, not to mention push them into their full potential.

The next day Kaiser was back, acting as if yesterday had never happened and the rest of the team had collectively hallucinated it. No one tried to ask him about it, which culminated in the entire team just sort of awkwardly glancing at Kaiser, hoping that he’ll take the hint and just start talking about it, which he thankfully did.

“If you all are wondering about yesterday, yes I have a girlfriend.” Wife actually but he didn’t exactly want to deal with the whole line of questioning about being married.

And Isagi couldn’t just keep his mouth shut and asked the question for everyone. “How?”

“Oh Yoichi, what do you think? We confessed to each other and we’re dating, simple as that.”

But Isagi didn’t look convinced and neither did anyone else except Ness who was just nodding along like every word Kaiser said was an indisputable fact of life.

“No I mean how did you get her to stick around? You two clearly have been together for a while so how does she deal with you?” The filter between his mouth and brain clearly must have been removed somehow because there was no gap between what he was thinking and what he was saying.

“You act as if I’m the most unpleasant person to ever traverse the Earth, you wound me Yoichi. And to answer your question, she sticks around because she wants to.” Kaiser was actually quite amused by this whole questioning thing, who knew it would be so funny to watch his teammates be dumbfounded that he had a relationship?

Isagi still looked at him like he was saying grass is blue but fortunately, the filter between his mouth and brain had come back so he wisely chose not to engage further.

“Oh Yoichi I know you are so curious about what goes on in my life but stick to your own won’t you? The attention is flattering really but it can get annoying if you keep going.”

Isagi just walked away to another area of the pitch, deciding to be the bigger person this time.

Kaiser merely sighed. It was hard work being the center of attention, always having eyes on you. At least he had you to come back to.

[sinofwriting]

Share - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,155 Summary: Ollie just wants to cling to his girlfriend after being away from her for weeks. Their nephew has a different idea. Note(s): Slightly NSFW, Clingy Ollie, Set After Jeddah 2025 (ik ik), oh and this is inspired by the vids of guys coming home and wanting to kiss their wife only for their son to be like, no, that’s my mom!

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Ollie lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door to the apartment behind him.

He was finally home.

He knew he was going to be exhausted after his first ever triple header as a Formula 1 driver but then as if everything in 2024 hadn’t been enough, more surprises and drama had cropped up just one race in and left him nearly scrambling for the final two.

But now he was home and would get to see his girlfriend after the last few grueling weeks.

“Ollie?”

He smiles, “Yeah, it’s me!”

Toeing off his shoes, he kicks them out of the way and steps out of the small entryway into the living room and the breath gets knocked out of him.

God, she was gorgeous.

He nearly runs to her, throwing himself onto the couch beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbles.

Her fingers comb through his hair, “I missed you to bear.”

He pulls away a bit, lips already puckering up a bit when tiny hands are smacking against his side. He jerks away and then a small body is wiggling between him and his girlfriend, legs kicking at him.

“Mine!”

“Noel!”

Ollie looks at the toddler in between them, surprised to see a glare on the normally happy three year old's face.

“Hey buddy.”

He waits for the angry face to turn happy, for the exclamation of ‘Uncle Ollie’ but it doesn’t happen. Noel turns completely away from him, wrapping himself around her.

“What did I do?”

She gives him a sorry look, reaching out to hold his hand where conveniently Noel can’t see. “He’s decided that no one is allowed to touch me. He nearly screamed Joe’s ear off yesterday when Joe tried to hug me goodbye.”

“Oof. How’s Hil feeling about that?”

She rolls her eyes at the mention of Noel’s mom. “She thinks it's great, which is why I’ve had him every day for the past week.” Seeing Ollie’s look, she nods. “Yeah, Joe isn’t happy about it. But they leave today and Joe is off for three days, so I will be off.”

“So, I’ve got to share until bedtime?”

“No share!” Noel chimes in and it’s cute, Ollie even gets it. He loves hugging his girlfriend, everyone and their mother calls him clingy, but he can’t help but already feel tired of it and it’s barely been ten minutes.

He can share, he has shared his girlfriend's attention and affection, but he can’t help but just want her full focus after three and a half weeks away. He hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet and the thought makes him frown.

“No cause papa is gonna be here early. I think I remember something about going out to eat and the park.”

It’s funny to watch the way Noel seems both excited about it but also displeased, already knowing that his favorite and only aunt won’t be coming with.

“Hey, Noel.” His voice is gentle and he pokes at his shoulder. “Could I get a hug from my favorite kid?”

He fully expects Noel to refuse with the way he’s managed to wiggle himself onto Y/N’s lap, but he slowly moves off her lap and hugs him.

“Hi buddy.” Ollie says, hugging him tight. “You been having a fun time with Auntie?”

“Mine.”

“I don’t get to know what you guys have been up to? Have you played race car?”

Noel’s eyes light up and he shakes his head. “No! I want to play!”

Ollie grins, easily standing up and picking him up. His neck aches a bit, but he ignores it as he puts Noel on his shoulders and begins to pace around the living room in laps.

Giggles fill the room and he can’t help but smile, occasionally spinning or making a weird turn that makes Noel claps his hands together before asking him to go faster.

It’s only when he starts to get dizzy that Ollie stops, moving him off his shoulders and holding him upside down.

“I hope he hasn’t been like that long.”

“Papa!” Noel shouts and Ollie quickly rights him and puts him in Joe’s arms.

“Only for a few minutes.” Ollie jokes.

Joe shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, as long as it was only a few minutes.” He looks over at Y/N. “How was he?”

“Good, like always. Still clingy though. He told Ollie that I was his.”

Joe has to stifle a laugh, well aware that Ollie had probably hated that.

“I got to hug her for I think five seconds.”

“Better than me, I got to for maybe a second yesterday before nearly losing an eardrum.”

Ollie sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Tough luck, mate.”

“Very. Alright, bud say goodbye to Uncle Ollie and Aunt Y/N.”

Noel pouts a little and extends his arms out towards Y/N who is now standing.

“Goodbye Auntie.”

She hugs him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bye Noel. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Bye buddy.”

“Bye, Uncle Ollie.”

As soon as the door shuts, Ollie whirls around and is tugging her close, their lips pressing together.

It’s a frantic kiss, desperate, and Ollie can’t help the way his hands slip under her shirt, pressing her closer as his fingers dig into her bare skin.

It doesn’t stay a kiss for long. Clothes fall onto the floor and they barely manage to make it to the bedroom, the bed only a few steps away, but they end up on the floor, bodies pressed as close as they can get.

“Fuck, Ollie.” She breathes later, laying on top of him.

He lets out a breathless laugh, kissing her sweaty brow. “I told you I missed you.”

“You fucked me twice. There’s missing me and then there’s that.”

“Is it bad I want to go again after dinner?”

“If you don’t go again after dinner, you're sleeping on the couch.”

He grins, pressing another kiss to her skin. “Fantastic.”

His fingers trace shapes along her back as they both slowly get their breath back, hearts slowing to a better beat.

“Y’know,” She breaks the silence after a few moments. “You’re going to have to share me.”

“I do share you. I just did with Noel.”

She laughs, kissing his chest. “Yes, and I’m so proud of my clingy bear. But I mean, if we ever have kids and we have a boy. He’ll probably be just like you.”

Ollie feels his heart speed up at the idea of them having kids. He can see it in a few years after they’ve been married and are in a house. “Just like me?”

“Yeah, loves me to bits and never wants to be away from me. Your smile, hair, love for racing. Just a mini Ollie.”

“I guess if it’s our kids, I can learn to share you.”

[ka1rin]

A Match in Munich (part 1)

— kaiser x fem reader

summary: You move to Germany to pursue your studies and volleyball career, adjusting to a new life in a foreign city. Along the way, you meet a confident soccer player, and the growing tension between you both sparks an unexpected connection, leaving you unsure of what comes next.

author note: oikawa is mentioned here btw!! And I posted this at 3am without proofreading so if there’s a mistake, don’t be surprised. (T—T”)

The hum of the airplane engines faded into the background as you leaned your head against the window, watching the cloud-streaked horizon. Moving to Germany was a big step, but it was part of your plan—pursue your studies while preparing for your future as a professional volleyball player. Volleyball was your passion, but your education was equally important.

As you stepped into the bustling Munich airport, you spotted a familiar figure waiting for you. Noel Noa, your cousin and one of the world’s most famous soccer players, waved at you, his platinum hair catching the light.

“Welcome to Germany,” Noel said warmly, pulling you into a brief hug.

“It’s been too long,” you replied, smiling up at him.

Noel helped you with your luggage and led you to his sleek car parked outside. As he drove through the charming streets of Munich, you took in the cobblestone roads and beautiful architecture, feeling both excited and overwhelmed.

“I’ve set up a place for you near your university,” Noel explained. “It’s small, but it’s close to campus. You’ll like it.”

“Thanks, Noel. I really appreciate it,” you said sincerely.

He nodded, then glanced at you. “Actually, I need a favor.

You raised an eyebrow. “Already?”

He chuckled. “I’m swamped tomorrow. Can you pick me up after practice? It’s at the Bastard München stadium. I’ll send you the details.”

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug.

The next evening, you drove to the Bastard München stadium, parking near the players’ entrance. While waiting for Noel, your eyes wandered to the field, where the team was practicing. Their movements were precise and calculated, a testament to their elite status.

One player stood out—blond hair shining under the stadium lights, his confidence radiating as he effortlessly commanded the field. You couldn’t help but watch him.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, he turned. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. You quickly looked away, heat rising to your cheeks.

When practice ended, Noel approached, towel slung over his shoulder. “Thanks for coming. Sorry for the wait.”

“No problem,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Before you could leave, the blond player walked over, his stride casual but purposeful.

“Noa,” he greeted your cousin smoothly before turning his attention to you. “And who’s this?”

“This is my cousin,” Noel replied, his tone guarded. “She’s a professional volleyball player studying here in Germany.”

The player extended a hand, his smirk deepening. “Michael Kaiser. A pleasure to meet you.”

You hesitated briefly before shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

His grip lingered just a second longer than necessary, his gaze holding yours until Noel cleared his throat.

“All right, Kaiser, don’t bother her,” Noel said, ushering you toward the car.

As you left, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Kaiser’s eyes on you, his smirk etched into your mind.

A few days later, you found yourself at the stadium again, this time after classes. Noel had asked you to pick him up, but when he arrived, he had other plans.

“Sorry,” he said, climbing into the passenger seat. “I have a meeting downtown. I’ll need to leave my car here for now.”

“Okay,” you replied, shrugging.

Before you could drive off, Kaiser appeared, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. “Noa, heading out already?”

“Yeah,” Noel replied, nodding toward you. “(y/n)’s heading back to her place. You live in the same direction, don’t you? Why don’t you ride with her?”

You blinked in surprise, but Kaiser grinned. “If (y/n) doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to.”

You hesitated, but his relaxed demeanor made it hard to say no. “Sure, why not?”

Kaiser slid into the passenger seat after Noel left, his presence immediately filling the car.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence. “What’s a professional volleyball player doing chauffeuring her cousin?”

You laughed lightly. “It’s a one-time thing. I just moved here, and Noel’s been helping me get settled.”

“Ah, a newcomer,” he said, studying you with curiosity. “How are you finding Munich so far?”

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted. “But I’m still adjusting. It’s a big change.”

“You don’t seem like the type to be overwhelmed easily,” he remarked, his smirk returning.

You glanced at him, caught off guard. “And you can tell that from a ten-minute car ride?”

He grinned. “I’m good at reading people.”

When you arrived at his stop, Kaiser lingered, his hand on the door handle. “Thanks for the ride. I owe you one. How about I buy you coffee sometime?”

You hesitated, unsure if he was serious.

“It’s just coffee,” he added, his smirk softening.

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling despite yourself.

A few days later, you met Kaiser at a cozy café. The atmosphere was warm, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

"So," Kaiser began after taking a sip of his espresso, "why aren't you playing volleyball right now? You're clearly passionate about it."

You smiled, leaning back in your chair. "I want to finish college first. After that, I'll focus on volleyball completely—no distractions."

He tilted his head, intrigued. "No distractions, huh? What's the plan after college?

"Brazil," you said, your eyes lighting up. "I have a friend there—Oikawa. He's one of the best setters I know, and training with him will push me to my limits. I'll stay there for a few years, then join Japan's national team."

Kaiser raised an eyebrow. "You've already been offered a spot on the national team?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It's a dream come true, but I want to be ready. I don't want to hold back when I step onto that court."

He leaned forward, his blue eyes locked onto yours. "You're playing the long game. That's rare. Most people I know rush into success without thinking."

"I'm not most people," you said, your tone teasing but firm.

Kaiser grinned. "I noticed."

After finishing your coffee and a shared plate of pastries, Kaiser leaned back in his chair. "So, what now? Should I call you a cab, or do you want to walk home?"

You glanced out the window at the calm evening streets. "I'd rather walk. It's not far, and I like the fresh air."

He stood up, slipping on his coat. "Then I'll walk with you. Munich's safer than most cities, but I don't trust it with you walking alone."

You laughed softly but didn't argue, letting him accompany you.

The walk was quiet at first, the cobblestone streets glistening under the streetlights. The city seemed to glow, a mix of old-world charm and modern energy. Kaiser walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, his usual confidence seemingly muted by thought.

"So," he said suddenly, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "Where will you be staying in Brazil?"

You turned to him, surprised by the question. "Oikawa's already reserved an apartment for me. It's next to his."

Kaiser stopped walking for a moment, his expression darkening. "Next to his?"

You nodded. "Yeah, he insisted. Said it'd be easier for us to train together."

He began walking again, his movements a little stiffer than before. "Are you and Oikawa... a thing?"

The question caught you off guard. "What?"

"You know," he said, his voice flat but laced with irritation. "Dating. Together. Is he more than a friend?"

You stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed. "No, Michael. Oikawa's just a friend. We've known each other for years, and that's it.”

Kaiser's shoulders relaxed slightly, but his jaw remained tight. "Good. Because if he were, I'd have a lot to say about him reserving an apartment for you."

You rolled your eyes, choosing to keep walking instead of engaging. Kaiser, however, wasn't done.

"You're really going to spend years with this guy?" he pressed.

"It's not like that," you replied, exasperated but amused by his persistence. "We're both focused on our goals, and training with someone as talented as him is an opportunity I can't pass up. That's all."

Kaiser didn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on the pavement ahead. When you reached your apartment building, he stopped a few steps away, his expression softer but still guarded.

"Well," he said, his voice lighter now, "thanks for the walk. Try not to let this Oikawa guy push you too hard in training. And don't let him distract you from finishing college."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I can handle myself, Kaiser."

He gave a small wave, his usual smirk creeping back. "Goodnight, (y/n)"

"Goodnight, Michael," you replied, watching as he walked away.

You climbed the stairs to your apartment, his words still lingering in your mind. Kaiser was nothing if not persistent—and somehow, you didn't mind that one bit.

The morning came early, as it always did in your life. The prestigious university you were enrolled in wasn't for the faint of heart, and each day felt like an uphill battle. Despite your passion for volleyball, the weight of academic expectations was just as heavy. You had to be at your best—on the court and in the classroom.

As you made your way through the crowded halls, your mind raced with formulas and historical facts, preparing yourself for another grueling round of tests. Being at the top of your game academically wasn't easy, but it was a challenge you gladly accepted.

The tests, assignments, and lectures blurred into a routine, but one thing was always certain—you thrived under pressure. Each paper, each exam, was a chance to prove yourself, to show that you weren't just another student passing through.

After hours of studying and a few brutal tests, you finally wrapped up the day. As you walked out of the university, exhausted but satisfied, the familiar call of coffee beckoned you.

A quick stop at your favorite café gave you just enough energy to power through the night. It was already 10:00 PM, and you had one final task before you could call it a day: picking up Noel.

You pulled into the stadium parking lot, scanning the area for Noel. It was a late-night session, and the stadium lights cast long shadows over the empty spaces. As you waited, the sound of footsteps caught your attention, and your eyes flickered toward a familiar figure.

It was Michael Kaiser, standing near his car, surveying the area with that same confident posture. His eyes caught yours immediately, his lips curling into a familiar smirk. You felt that familiar rush when you saw him, but this time it wasn't just curiosity. Something more lingered in the air between you.

You approached him, not even thinking twice. Kaiser turned to face you, his expression neutral but something flickered in his gaze.

"You here to pick up your cousin?" Kaiser asked, his voice smooth.

"Yeah," you nodded, scanning the area. "Where is he?"

"He's just speaking with someone," Kaiser said casually, though you could tell his focus was elsewhere. "Noel's always talking to someone. Could never get him to keep his head in the game."

You chuckled lightly. "You sound like you know him well."

"I do," Kaiser said, his tone still flat, but you couldn't help but feel that there was more behind his words. His gaze shifted to you, and after a brief pause, he leaned in slightly, almost like it was an afterthought. "I never got your number."

You blinked in surprise before pulling out your phone. "Right. You didn't."

He reaches for his pockets and pulls out his phone, he presses the power button, yet the screen remains black. “Shit my phone’s dead, can I type in my number instead?”

“No problem at all” You handed your phone to him, and without hesitation, he typed in his number. When he returned your phone, his fingers brushed against yours briefly.

"I've got somewhere to be," Kaiser said, checking the time. "But I'll talk to you later." His smirk deepened, and with a final look, he turned to leave.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Noel arrived, waving from a distance. You smiled and waved back.

"Oh, you're here?" Noel asked, jumping into the passenger seat of your car.

"Yeah," you replied, slipping your phone back into your bag, your mind still on the brief exchange with Kaiser. "Let's go home."

As you started the drive, the silence between you and Noel wasn't uncomfortable—it was more a reflection of how tired you both were. The night was peaceful, the streets of Munich empty as you made your way home.

"You were talking to Kaiser?" Noel asked after a long pause, breaking the silence.

You glanced at him, surprised by the question. "Yeah, I ran into him at the stadium. Why?"

Noel didn't immediately answer, but you could sense his curiosity. "He's a good player. But I didn't think you two would meet like that."

You shrugged. "We just talked for a bit. Nothing big."

Noel didn't press further. Instead, he looked out the window, his thoughts likely preoccupied with the training and his performance on the field.

As you neared your apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling that your encounter with Kaiser wasn't a coincidence. There was something about him that kept drawing you in. Maybe it was his intensity, or the way he seemed so effortlessly confident.

You pulled into the parking area of the sleek apartment complex where Noel lived, the car slowly coming to a stop. He'd been silent for most of the ride, probably too tired from training, but now, as you were about to part ways, he seemed to have a few words left to share.

"We've got a game tomorrow," Noel said as he reached for the door handle, his voice carrying a certain level of seriousness. "You should come watch, after all tomorrow is Sunday. We're playing a strong team, and it'd be good to have you there.”

You glanced at him, curious. "A game tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he continued, grinning a little. "And, you know, you should come and give Kaiser some motivation. Maybe he'll need it." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, "I'm sure he could use some cheering up."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "Haha, very funny," you replied sarcastically. "We're just friends, Noel."

Noel gave a dramatic shrug as he opened the door, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. "Alright, if that's what you say..." He paused, then added with a smirk, "But I'll still reserve some tickets for you. Just in case you change your mind and decide to come."

You chuckled. "You're impossible," you teased, but the offer still warmed you. "But fine. I'll see about it. Goodnight, Noel."

Noel stepped out of the car, turning back to give you a grateful smile. "Goodnight, (y/n). And thank you for picking me up, really. I know it's late, and you must be tired." He gave you a sincere nod before heading toward the entrance of the building.

"Anytime, couz. Get some rest. You've got a big game ahead," you called after him.

You watched him disappear into the building, your mind still buzzing from the day's events. You were excited for tomorrow's game now, especially after Noel's hint about Kaiser. It seemed like things were definitely starting to shift in unexpected ways.

As you drove home, you couldn't help but feel the pull of the upcoming game—and maybe, just maybe, you'd get a chance to see Kaiser again.

The second you arrived home, you didn't even bother taking off your shoes before you plopped into bed. The exhaustion from the day's work and everything that had happened weighed down on you, and before you knew it, you were under the covers, your eyes slowly closing.

Just as you were about to drift off, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you out of your drowsy state. You reached for it, blinking a few times to focus on the screen. An unknown number flashed across your phone.

You hesitated for a moment, then opened the message. The text read:

"Hey, this is Kaiser."

Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise. What was Kaiser texting you for? You quickly opened the message, eager to see what he wanted.

The next message appeared:

"Do you know about the game tomorrow?"

You blinked, then typed back, "Yeah, Noel told me. He's been talking about it all day."

Kaiser's reply came swiftly:

"The game starts at 1 PM. Don't forget to come and cheer us on. It's going to be intense."

You let out a small laugh, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you decided to respond. "You should sleep now, it's almost midnight, and you have a game tomorrow."

Kaiser's reply was almost immediate:

"I'll sleep when I'm ready. But you're right, I need to rest. See you tomorrow at the game."

"Goodnight," you typed, a smile tugging at your lips as you sent it.

You dropped your phone onto the nightstand, turning off the light. As you settled back into the pillows, your thoughts drifted to the game tomorrow—and to Kaiser. Something told you tomorrow would be interesting, to say the least.

With that, you finally allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, ready for the day ahead.

You wake up with a sudden jolt, stretching your arms as you try to shake off the remnants of sleep. Your body feels heavy, but the realization hits you like a splash of cold water. You glance at the clock.

12:15?!

Your eyes widen in shock. You've slept way longer than intended, and now the rush is on. The game starts at 1:00 PM, and you have so much to do before heading out.

Scrambling out of bed, you grab a basic tee and a pair of shorts from your wardrobe. As you lay them out, a small doubt creeps in. What's the right outfit for a game like this? You hadn't thought about it before—just assumed anything would do. But now, standing there, it feels strange to show up unprepared.

After a moment's hesitation, you shrug. Whatever. Simple works.

You quickly pull on the clothes, grab your sneakers, and rush out of your apartment with your essentials—phone, wallet, keys. Locking the door behind you, you head to your car and drive toward the venue.

The trip is quick, but by the time you arrive, it's already 12:45. Just enough time for a quick stroll before the game starts. Noel had reserved a seat for you, so finding a spot wasn't a concern. But as you approach the entrance, you notice something that makes you pause.

Everyone around you is decked out in jerseys—some Bastard Munchen ones, others generic team merch—but they're all representing. Looking down at your simple tee, embarrassment creeps in. You feel out of place.

Scanning the nearby stalls, your eyes land on one selling jerseys. Perfect. You make a beeline for it, browsing through the racks until you find a Noa jersey. Excitement bubbles up, but it's short-lived. They don't have your size.

You frown, disappointment threatening to take over. But then you spot another jersey—a Kaiser one. That'll work.

You buy it and head to the bathroom to change, the fabric feeling a little stiff but comforting in its own way. As you glance at your reflection, a small smile tugs at your lips. You may not have planned this, but at least you won't stand out awkwardly in the crowd.

Alright. Let's do this.

You hurry to your seat just as the game begins. The energy in the arena is electric, the crowd roaring with every play. Your heart races as the teams battle it out, trading points in a nail-biting match. By the time it's 2-2, the tension is almost unbearable.

Then, the final set begins. Your eyes are glued to the court, watching as Kaiser moves with precision and determination. During a brief break, his gaze sweeps the crowd—and lands on you. For a moment, your eyes meet. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you quickly look away.

The game resumes, and with one powerful strike, Kaiser seals the victory for Bastard Munchen. The arena erupts, fans cheering and celebrating wildly. But before joining his team in the celebration, Kaiser glances at you again. This time, a smirk curves his lips, as if silently acknowledging you.

The crowd was chaotic, with players and staff bustling about in the player's area. You were searching for Noel Noa, your cousin, but the sheer volume of people made it nearly impossible to spot him. Frustrated, you pushed forward, determined to find him.

You bumped into someone solid, nearly losing your balance. "Tch, watch it," came an annoyed but familiar voice. You looked up to see Kaiser, his sharp eyes narrowing at first, then softening with recognition.

"Oh, Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm looking for Noa," you said.

Kaiser let out an exaggerated sigh, brushing a hand through his hair. "Figures. Fine, I'll help you. Stay close."

He started cutting through the crowd effortlessly, his confident presence parting people as he went. You followed closely, grateful for the help.

"There he is," Kaiser said, nodding ahead. Sure enough, Noel Noa stood tall, deep in conversation. "Go on, talk to him."

You stepped forward, but just as you called out, a journalist swooped in, pulling Noa aside for an interview. He gave you an apologetic look as he was whisked away, leaving you stranded in the middle of the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, the noise felt deafening, the people pressing in too close. Your breathing quickened as panic started to set in.

A hand grabbed your wrist, steady and reassuring. "Hey, I've got you."

It was Kaiser. He pulled you out of the crowd and into a quieter, more open space. The relief was immediate, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"You good?" he asked, his tone unusually gentle.

Before you could respond, a voice called out. "Hey!"

You turned to see an interviewer with a camera pointed at you, a curious glint in her eyes.

"Hey! Aren't you the star volleyball player invited to join the Japan national team?"

You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Turning, you see an interviewer, her camera pointed right at you.

"And," she continues, her tone teasing, "are you two a thing?"

Her words hang in the air, and you feel the heat rising in your face. The camera clicks, capturing you and Kaiser standing close, his name clearly visible on your jersey.

Before you can respond, Kaiser steps in, a charming grin on his face. "We're just talking," he says smoothly, his voice carrying an easy confidence. "But I guess the press loves a good story."

The interviewer isn't deterred. "So no romance, then?"

Kaiser laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Nope. Just friends," he says with a playful wink. "Though I'll admit—she has excellent taste in jerseys."

You glance at him, half-annoyed, half-amused, as the interviewer snaps another photo and moves on, satisfied with her scoop.

"Well," you mutter, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "that was... something."

Kaiser chuckles. "You'll get used to it. But hey, we looked good, didn't we?"

You can't help but laugh, his lightheartedness easing the tension. "I guess so."

"See?" he says with a grin. "You've got a fanbase now."

Shaking your head, you reply, "I just hope they don't start spreading rumors."

"Let them," Kaiser teases. "We'd make a great duo" His tone softens, and he gives you a sincere look. "But seriously, you okay?"

You nod, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for handling that."

"No problem," he says with a wink. "Just another day in the spotlight."

And with that, the tension melts away. Standing beside him, you feel like you can take on whatever comes next.

you realize that being around Kaiser isn't as overwhelming as you thought. His charisma, while undeniable, has a way of putting you at ease.

As then crowd thins out, he gestures toward an exit. "Come on, let me walk you to your car," he offers, his tone casual.

You nod, falling into step beside him. The evening air is crisp, and the noise from the stadium fades into the distance. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence oddly comfortable.

"You know," Kaiser begins, breaking the quiet, "you're full of surprises."

You glance at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Most people I meet are either intimidated or trying too hard to impress. But you? You're just... you. It's refreshing."

You let out a soft laugh. "Well, I could say the same about you. For someone as confident as you seem, you're not as much of a showoff as I expected."

Kaiser raises an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Not a showoff? Did you not see that goal today?"

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "Okay, maybe a little bit of a showoff. But not in a bad way."

He chuckles, and for a moment, his expression softens. "Thanks for coming today. It was... nice having you there."

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you feel your cheeks warm. "It was fun," you admit. "You guys are incredible to watch."

As you reach your car, Kaiser leans against the door, his hands tucked into his pockets. "So, about that coffee," he says, his smirk returning. "How about we make it dinner next time?"

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift. "Dinner?"

"Yeah," he says casually, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "You need a proper introduction to Munich. And who better to show you around than me?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if he's teasing or serious. But the look in his eyes tells you he means it.

"Alright," you say finally, a small smile playing on your lips. "Dinner it is."

His grin widens, and he steps back, letting you open your car door. "Good. I'll text you the details."

As you drive away, you can't help but replay the day's events in your mind. Somehow, amidst the chaos of your new life in Germany, Kaiser has managed to slip past your defenses. And while you're not sure what that means yet, could you possibly have feelings for him?

[aninipanin1]

GALA

Notes: Just wanted a little drama with a mix of reader being a silent diva yuhhh, A Noel Noa centric piece hehehe hope yall enjoy! PS: YES, this fic is a bit inspired by Cinderella RAHHH

"Hmm, that dress looks better than the first one. It matches your personality well." Anri said, her eyes looking at your phone screen where the photo of your dress was displayed. You nodded your head, taking into consideration Anri's opinion. You did like that specific dress personally, too, so you were happy that it fit you, at least in Anri's eyes.

"Yeah, I'll just buy this one then. It's actually on sale so I knew I had to get one of these for the Gala. Eepecially since my parents would definitely disown me if I do not wear anything proper, at least by their standards." Sighing, you pressed the order button on the app, shoulders sagging a bit. Your family was invited in a gala held by the company your parents worked in. Due to their high position, your whole family was invited, including your fraternal twin sister.

It's been a while since you met up with your whole family due to the Blue Lock project, but also because you did not have the best relationship with them, especially your parents.

"You know you can always not go, right? Especially since (S/n) is there. Geez, I still wonder why you put up with her. Nobody liked her in our class instead of the boys who just wanted to have a chance with her."

Anri sighed, remembering her college days where she shared a class with your sister. And needless to say, her arrogance in the subject which she almost failed at always pissed her off. It was really surprising as to how someone so...down to earth as you was related to someone like that girl.

You gave her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that. She's just like that because of our parents, I swear. And well, she's still my sister. I can't just abandon her like that, Anri."

The woman sighed and shrugging her shoulders.

"It's your choice, Y/n. But, personally, I would definitely cut her off. She's too toxic, especially for you, since we both know how she treats you even if you're older than her."

The conversation ended there as you both were thrust into silence, eating your food away on the cafeteria for both your breaktime when your phone vibrated. It was a text from your mother.

Mother:

Oh, and bring a date with you. Surely, as my eldest, you have at least a love interest and even better, a boyfriend by now. Make sure he's dressed appropriately, too.

"WHAT?!" You burst out, causing Anri to also spill the water in her mouth in shock of your outburst.

"Geez girl! Warn me next tim-...WHAT?!" She screeched too, as she read the text that you forced on her face.

"The gala is happening next week! How am I going to find a date so soon!? I...I don't even know any guys who can be a date." Sulking, you placed your head hopelessly on the table. Your mother thought wrong about you, just because your sister can pull guys does not mean you had the same charm and ability as well!

"Tell me, Anri-san! How will I charm a guy into at least agreeing to be my date for the night! Hmm, I wanna ask (S/n) so bad how she does it..."

Anri can only sweardrop at your words. Really? After all that you went through, you still think you are not charming enough to make a guy pay attention to you when you literally has world class players on their knees, just waiting for you to pay attention to them?

But then again, the lack of emotional connection you had with your parents as well as the absence of love from them may have messed up your perception of all types of love, even romantic love. And now, that made Anri a little sympathetic about your situation.

"Don't worry! I'm sure you'll find a guy who'd be okay with it soon enough-"

She comforted you until her eyes stopped on a familiar man who also entered the cafeteria, the white hair, and the tall build familliar to everyone in the facility, and probably the world, Noel Noa.

It was, after all, a few minutes after 1 p.m., and many of the staff and coaches took their lunches. Noa was one of the latest to do so since he was trying to come up with a better team to start in the next match of the NEL.

Anri knew that this maybe the only way to get you to solve your problem while also helping the guys to finally get over themselves and confess to you.

'I'm so sorry, Ego-san! But you all are legit slowpokes and I can't see her being stressed about this!'

"Why not ask one of the coaches to be your date?" Anri exclaimed, a little louder to make sure that the coach who was busy picking his food on the machine heard. You did not seem to notice Noa, as you tilted your head at her.

"Eh, I don't wanna disturb them, Anri-san! They're already busy enough around here. And the gal of me to show up with someone so famous like them! Besides, the gala is until 12 midnight, and they have training for the next day-"

"What about us coaches, Ms. Y/n?"

You let out a shocked 'eh,' before turning your head to see the Noel Noa, sitting on the table beside yours and Anri's. He was wearing his usual calm and collected face, but it was evident in his eyes that he was curious as to why you were quite distressed.

"Oh, its nothing, Noa-san...!"

"She needs a date on this gala, and she can't find one. She wanted to know if you guys would be fine with going with her." Anri said, trying her best to hide the mischievous grin on her face, and she succeeded to a degree, but the look on her eyes shout that she was plotting something.

"Eh? Anri-san! You don't have to answer that, Noa-sa-"

"I'm fine with it." He said with a straight face, making the nervous and embarrassed look on your face vanish replaced by one of disbelief and shock.

"Huh?"

"I'm fine with it. Just tell me when and what I should wear." He said, trying his best to remain passive, to keep his composure. Deep inside though, he felt happy. Finally! It was his turn to be with you.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Noa-san! I promise I will pay you back for this!!" You exclaimed excitedly, hugging the tall man out of pure glee and emotion, which made him become even more frozen in his place.

Luckily for him, you could not see the redness that starts to form around his neck, a moment of vulnerability and change from his usual no-nonsense personality. But, what he did not remember was Anri was still there, with her having a mischievous smirk as she watched the number 1 striker in the world blow a fuse just because of a hug.

'Oh, the power you have over these football nerds, Y/n...'

"Eh, where are you going, Noa-san?"

Some of the Bastard Munchen players were a little confused to see their master exit his office, but instead of doning his usual track suit that the facility provided, is garbed in a black and gold suit that complimented his features and build.

It was not the first time the striker wore formal attire (being invited into many famous events over the years, and the pictures of him attending are all over the internet) however, it was still a little weird to see him wear a formal attire in a sport setting.

The man's usual cold eyes turned to them, but there was a hidden twinkle in them. An emotion the players cannot decipher, and thankfully, they did not have to do that themselves as he answered their question.

"Y/n's parents have a gala in their workplace where her attendance is a must. And well, she needed a partner to go with her which is where I come in."

He adjusted the sleeve of the suit, not seeing the wide and open mouths of the players. Especially Isagi and Kurona, Yukimiya and Hiori meanwhile, just smirked at the unfolding scenes.

They are definitely telling the other stratums about this in hopes it reaches the other masters. For what? For the drama, of course.

"You? She could have chosen better..." Kaiser rolled his eyes. In his mind, the master was too serious and intimidating to be standing to someone like you, who in his eyes was like a twinkling star, gracung upon everyone with your warm light, yet not enough to blind or outshine them.

And he thinks all these idiotic masters do not deserve a woman like you. Yes, especially the man he wants to go against. After all, why would he wish upon someone who he thinks is not good enough for you? The person that he feels is the closest he got from a parental figure.

Even if the man is almost perfect, it was still a no. He has to be perfect in Michael Kaiser's eyes before he lifts his cold and domineering glare upon them.

But Noa was far from bothered, ignoring the boys' words, and was more focused on fixing his looks. He was not a man who cared about his looks, but he would be meeting your family along with the fact that he had to show the world that he was mlre than worthy being with you (my man forgot hes the number 1 striker in the world)

He looked down at his watch, squinting his eyes a bit to read the time.

8:48 pm

'Hmm, I wonder how she's doing now...'

"Stop moving for God's sake!"

"I'm trying...! But it hurts..." You said with animated tears as you squirmed in your seat while Anri helped you with styling your hair. You both were in Anri's office as she offered to help you style up for the night. Helping you with your more than tangled and messy hair due to the days of not caring for it properly, having to run around the facility to do endless chores, it was even a luxury to put it in a decent updo.

And well, Anri was less than gentle with how she's treating your scalp like it was a barbie doll that had no pain receptors.

"I'm almost done! And...there! What do you think?"

She spun you around the mirror to show you her masterpiece, and you were not going to lie, it was beautiful. Your hair shimmered due to the few products she put in your hair, but the main event was the braids that frame your head, almost like it was its own tiara with a few flower clips on it to make it even more sophisticated yet ethereal. (Decide your own hairstyle around this based off your hairtype:)

Your hair was for once a bit bouncy and not so tangled to the touch that it felt like you were arguing with your own strands, ready to rip it off from your head.

"Wow, from all the pulling you did, it came out really pretty!" You exclaimed excitedly, not believing that the girl in the mirror was you. Anri rolled her eyes at this.

"Told you. Never disturb a magician when she's working her magic. Now let's start with that makeup and change that tracksuit into your dress."

The makeup was really light, just enough to compliment your facial features and make it pop more (because you are lazy when removing makeup and pretty privilege does that to you, reader;), and well, it was not a surprise to see you already yawning at the boring procedure Anri was going through to fix your makeup.

"Geez, have you no like feminine bone to atleast have some sort of...reflex to atleast know the basics of makeup?" She asked jokingly, as she curled your eyelashes only for you to blink your eye uncontrollably.

"Um, I think I do. But its not like I don't wanna put makeup. Its just that, growing up, I was not allowed to." You said which made Anri confused.

"Really? But from what I can see from your sister's social media, she looks to be really good at it, even from her very old posts thatbwould pop up in her timeline."

"Yeah, well she is my family's treasure. She can do whatever she wanted or get what she wished for, I didn't really have any of that luxury growing up. I was the older sister, so of course I have to give up what I want to her if ever she wanted it. And that also included...my freedom to express myself, I guess."

Your voice grow even more quiet as you opened up about your past. It was thr first time ever that you did, atleast to Anri. But, knowing you, she is not surprised. You were always the people pleaser, always so ready to help others even if you cannot anymore. Even if you cannot carry the pressure anymore, you still would if somebody asked you.

Now, it made sense. You act this way because your parents conditioned you to be like that whilst spoiling your younger twin sister. The unfair treatment and lack of freedom you may have experienced molding you into what you are today.

A person who rarely cares about herself has trouble expressing your true self below that kind and caring nature, and does not believe that the people around her can truly love her for who she is.

And that hurted Anri. She loved you. You two have become the bestest of friends, almost sisters ever since this project started, and she hates how lowly you think of yourself, yet look at everyone else, even those who do not deserve it, highly.

You call everyone worthy of care and kindness, yet you were never kind to yourself. And now, she knows the root causes of this.

But, there was hope. There are people everywhere, even just in this facility alone that loves you dearly. The Blue Lockers, who view you like you are their older sister. Heck, even the foreign players like Kaiser and Lorenzo, and the rest started to view you as such too.

Then, of course, there are those you met who love you differently, viewing you in a different light. And Anri hoped that one day, the love of those people will change your mind about this thinking.

'Zwip!'

"There! All done...Oh my!" Anri cheered, her once dim expression brightening once she saw you in the beautiful silvery blue dress that sparkled under the light of the room. You had matching jewellery accompanying it too, but the dress really did make you look like a living princess as it hugged your figure, the skirt billowing to the ground elegantly as if it wanted to match your own elegant movements.

"Huh...it looks really good..."

"Why are you surprised?" Anri said, raising her eyebrow.

"Nothing...just...this is the first time I ever get to pick my own dress. My parents are always the one who buy our dresses for us, and well, I don't exactly get...a flattering one." You said meekly, Anri can only frown at that.

"But your sister's is?"

"I mean...I guess? But she's already pretty and charismatic...she can make an entire room focus only on her!" You happily complimented, just as Anri was about to add into your claim, your phone's alarm rang, telling you that it was already 9:00 pm.

"It's time..." you said nervously, as you put on the pair of clear heels before walking to the door, not forgetting to thank and say goodbye to Anri.

"Your taste in suits is so boring." Chris Prince commented towards Noa, who ignored him, causing the English coach to get pissed off.

"Why are you even wearing that?" Snuffy incquired curiously, rolling his eyes at Lavinho and Prince, who only questioned the man's style, failing to ask important questions. When Noa heard the question, however, he could not help but feel a little proud and smug, the ends of his mouth twitching slightly in a cold and unnoticeable smirk.

"Y/n is going to be participating in a gala tonight, but she needed a date. So, she asked me to be her date and partner for the night."

Crickets.

Well, until the information finally processed in their minds, and needless to say, the three other masters were less than happy.

"WHAT?! You, of all people?!" Lavinho exclaimed as he approached Noa, like he was ready to fight or debate him over the fact that did not deserve to be your date on that said gala.

"My poor Y/n, she doesn't deserve a man like you. I bet she'll be oh so bored in that gala." Prince said, not pretending to hide the fact that he was indeed jealous, as veins portruded in his forehead and neck about the fact that you went with his main rival instead of him.

Meanwhile, Snuffy remained quiet. However the fake smile, dead look in his eyes, and the portruding veins in his neck and clenched fist was enough of a story to tell. He was more than pissed off at what he is hearing.

With the green-face of jealousy leering at the three coaches, Noa knew he had a one up at that time. And needless to say, the faces the others pull made his ego boost up even more.

But, it reached its peak once you entered the cafeteria, all dolled up for the night in your dress. You greeted all of them so sweetly, not even noticing the effect you had on the four professional players. Noa felt proud that he got to be the one who would be with you for the night. That you chose him over the other three (he was just lucky that he was the one in the cafe at the right time, but we don't mention that).

"Umm Good Evening, sorry to interrupt..." You bashfully said noticing that the four masters were talking to each other, thinking that they were discussing something related to the Neo-Egoist League (they weren't).

"It's nothing. Let us get going, Ms. Y/N..." Noa said, dismissing the rest and taking your hand to guide you outside the cafeteria. He did not want you to get distracted by the others, wanting to look at your beauty by himself.

By the time the other three managed to find themselves catching their breaths, you were already waving goodbye as Noa tugged you to the exit of the facility to head to the gala.

"Wha- hey!"

"Tsk, that selfish robot."

Oh...

That's the only word that is repeated in your mind the moment you both arrive in the venue. Now, there were only a few people outside of the venue, and most of them were waiting to sign up to enter.

But, the amounts of stares and whispers that were already felt and heard the moment THE Noel Noa stepped out of the taxi and sweetly helped you out of the car was definitely palpable.

How can you forget that you literally invited the number 1 striker in the world to be your date in a company gala?

You turned so embarrassed and flushed at the attention, not used to it, unlike Noa, who remained as passive and emotionless like he always was, used to the attention someone of his popularity always experienced.

"I'm so sorry for all this trouble, Noa-sa-"

"Why are you apologising, Ms. Y/n?"

You were taken aback at the question, gulping before stating your reasons.

"The attention must be really uncomfortable...and I know you already have a lot on your plate due to your fame and all, and for me to add into it by inviting you here must be making it worse." But he just shrugged, offering his hand for you to take and for him to lead you.

"It's nothing. I agreed to it knowing what the consequences are, so you have nothing to apologize since I made the choice to say yes. Now, shall we get going?"

Blinking at the reason, you gave him a genuine smile before accepting his outstretched hand and headed for you to sign up.

Just as expected, you had the privilege of having a VIP entrance slot along with your plus one, due to your mother and father being one of the top executives of the company. But, as you signed up, a crowd formed around Noa, who looked quite annoyed at the attention he received before he sighed.

Leaning to whisper in your ear, he did not care for the gasps and whispers of a supposed relationship you two may have.

"Go in first without me, I'll deal with the crowd, and I don't want to inconvenience yourself any further. I'll find you inside."

At first, you tried to argue, wanting to help but looking at how he handled himself in front of a crowd compared to how you did, you knew that staying would just make it worse, so you just nodded with an understanding smile and sent him with a cheerful thumbs up before entering the place alone for now.

The venue was beautiful. The ballroom was quite larger than all the previous venues these events were held in. The chandeliers looked magical, mixing in with the gold and cream the whole place was decorated in. Classical music played and echoed through the whole place as well as small chatters from the people already inside. Speaking of the people, there were definitely hundreds of them already inside, some looked to be journalists too, as the camera flashes can be seen here and there.

You felt like a child in the middle of the huge crowd, a bit overwhelmed but at the same time excited. Mainly because of the food that you can already smell being prepared by the chefs and other staff in the venue. You were also quite happy that what you initially thought of being overdressed was proven wrong due to the many bedazzled dresses and suits that grazed the floor, and even better than your measly jewelry, were real minerals like diamonds, emeralds the size of a thumb was around the necks of the women or dangled from their ears.

It was a gala of opulence, a place where the rich people tried to outdo themselves, to compete with their fellow rich friends to become the star of the show.

"Well, well. If it isn't my lovely older sister grazing us with her...presence."

You turned around, already feeling dread at the notion of seeing her again. There she was, her hair in an elegant bun, wearing a bedazzled pink dress that hugged her beautiful features well, elegant black heels, opulent ruby necklace and diamond earrings only befitting someone of her stature.

Your younger twin sister (S/n) was the definition of elegance and power. The dream of every parent, just like yours. The moment she graduated in business school, she immediately entered the same company your parents worked in and rose the ranks quickly, now standing as a president of the company's media branch.

Yes, you had to admit, you were always jealous of her growing up. Being the smarter and prettier twin, since you both were fraternal twins, your features and every characteristic were different. She was always better than you, the bright sunlight to your measly starly twinkle.

But, nevertheless, you tried to be the best big sister that you can. Supporting her even if you felt jealous, and for a while, you two were close when you were kids. But as she grew up, she realized she was the favourite and something changed in her, turning around to try and destroy your life always. Probably because you were older, and she thought that you would inherit everything your parents had if she didn't try to be better and bring you down.

So she simultaneously did that. Better herself and brought you to your lowest. And the sisterly bond vanished.

You loved her, you did. But there was no way you would be fixing a relationship you did not break. You were kind, not a saint.

"Hi (S/n), how are you? It's been so long, huh?"

"I guess it has been. Everything has been better for me. Work has been hard but rewarding, though I doubt I can say the same with your...babysitter duties?" She smirked at first, then sneered at the thought of your job.

She, along with your parents never failed to bring down your role as a manager for a football facility the moment they heard of it. Sure, it got better when Blue Lock TV picked up ratings and was popular all over the world, but you were still viewed lowly. After all, you were not a player or its director or head, just a lowly manager/babysitter of the players, why is that important in their minds? In fact, it brought embarrassment to the family.

You always tried not to let it affect you, but it does hurt to be brought down a peg just because you did what you loved. But, you being you, you just smiled, not wanting an argument to form.

However, as if your day could not have gotten worse, your parents arrived along with a man you recognized for two reasons: he is a popular actor and model in Japan, and he was also dating your sister. You don't know much, but last time you heard from them, he already proposed to her which you were more than happy for her.

Just because you didn't like your family, does not mean you'll be a bitter Betty. No, you would not stoop low like that. Being raised in a toxic environment made you polish and garb a thick skin, after all.

Your mother immediately scrunched her nose at your appearance while your father just looked at you boredly and coldly as he always does.

"Mother, Father-"

"I told you to wear something that would not embarass our family. And what do you do? Wear this childish costume? Preposterous." Your mother sneered, squinting at the cheap fabric. After all, they did not give you any budget to buy a good one and so, you bought one out of your own money.

"This is why you aren't to be trusted with yourself, Y/n. This dress is unfit of someone in the L/n lineage." Your father said with a straight face, shaking his head. Meanwhile, your sister just snickered in the arms of her quiet fiance who did not want to get involved in the family mess.

You just nodded at their supposed advice, too tired of the day to even argue and embarass yourself infront of so many people.

'Tune them out, Y/n...like you always do, remember?'

"And to add to the mess you are, you do not have a partner with you? I specifically told you to bring one. We cannot afford to have our eldest daughter of all people to be gossiped about her future of being barren and alone." Your father continued and your mother seemed to realize the lack of partner beside you, and she became even angrier.

"Wait, I have one tonight, father. He just excused himself-"

"How many years have you used that excuse on us, young lady? Do not lie to us about your imaginary date for the night. You disappoint us with your fashion, we let it slide. But, not showing up with a partner? This is outrageous!"

"Mother, relax. I am sure there is a valid explanation for this. After all, Y/n over here is busy with her career of babysitting to even care about herself. Perhaps that lack of self-care is the reason why men rarely approach her." Your sister comforted your mother who was red in the face. Hearing this, your mother's anger turned into cold rage.

"I suppose. You have disappointed me and your father as usual, Y/n. And you question why me and your father did not pay for your college education in that foolish sports medicinal course? Because of this. You are irresponsible, and you lack anything noteworthy to you. Adding to that, you cannot even do the bare minimum of find a somewhat successful man and give us grandkids that can hopefully not get your genes and provide our family something to be prided by." Your mother sighed, her words breaking your heart. You heard of these words before, but it hurt nonetheless. But as if, the wound was not painful enough, your father decided to rub more salt unto the wounds.

"You are the eldest, Y/n. I already lowered my expectations on you the moment you talked soblate compared to your sister as an infant. Yet, you still wreck my already lowered standards. I gave the expectations of the eldest to your younger sister, who carried them gracefully and smartly, and that load made her better. I thought lowering the load on you would atleast make you a bearable daughter. Starting from now, if you do not have atleast a man to introduce to us of good name, then I would have no choice but to marry you off to the first man that offers to me."

Your eyes widened so big at this, like your worse nightmare was happening. Knowing your parents, they were serious about this. And you didnt want to be shackled in a loveless marriage just to produce kids that you cannot love fully because they were not out of real love. And besides, you were not ready for marriage yet.

"But father-"

"That's final."

"Finally, father. I am so tired of carrying everything in this family. Thank you for putting this...leech to use." Your sister sneered, liking the shock and blurry look in your eyes from unfallen tears. They were like snipers, hitting you in where they knew you were weak quietly. Even literally, as the rest of the gala participants were happily mingling, due to the fact you and your family were in a corner as they told you what they thought of you as privately as one can get in a ballroom.

But as if some sort of deity or god saw your struggle, you were saved by a hand touching yours as well as the silence of the whole ballroom. But the most telling and almost hilarious display of reaction was that of your family.

Your mother's eyes were wide as well as her mouth. Your father tried to maintain his composed expression, but you can see the shock in them, too. But, the most entertaining expression was that of your sister who had the perfect mix of angerr and shock in her face.

But, you wondered, why was everyone wondered. Well, that was until you looked up to find who held your hand, and it was Noel Noa.

The whole episode with your family made you forget the fact that your date for the night was a famed striker all over the world. Everyone knew his name and face, even if they did not know football well.

"I'm sorry for the interruption, but I am afraid she looked to be uncomfortable, so as her date, it is my responsibility to take her away from anything that may inconvenience or irritate her." He said in his usual cold and almost apathetical tone, if it was not for the fact that he held your hand and back quite intimately, a fact you did not notice because you were too tired from the mental beating from your family.

"O-of course...Mr. Noa, there is...no...problem with that." Your mother said, putting up her friendly and professional smile she uses when talking to those she knew was superior to her.

Your father stayed silent, but his usual cold, hard gaze softened. Of course, your parents were social climbers, so seeing a man of Noa's status and fame definitely humbled them.

Before anything, Noa guided you into the garden of the place and sat you down on the edge of the fountain.

"Sorry about the drama...Noa-san."

"Again, you don't have to apologise. You have to stop apologising for things out of your control and are not your fault." He said sighing, watching the beautiful colors of the water's reflection. You followed his gaze, as the water showed your face.

The face thay you hated all your life. Recognizing how it was not as pretty as your sister's face. That your sister seemed to have inherited the good traits of your parents while you get their least attractive ones (atleast in your parents' opinions and words), how you wished your eyes were the same shape as your sister's, or the way your nose looked, or even the size of your face. Everything.

You thought you moved on from the self-incarceration. But, the words they said to you made you revive the heartbreak you felt growing up as an insecured teen, a feeling that your parents and sister fueled even more, making you struggle with even the thought that you were deserving of attention and love growing up.

Then a drop fell unto the water's surface, then two, then three, until you were softly sobbing and hiccuping under the moonlit sky and the drowning sounds of the fountain.

Until you felt a soft yet calloused hand wipe a stray tear from your face. Realising that you were crying in front of Noa, you tried to turn your face away and hide it.

But, his reflex and pull were stronger and made you stay facing him. Pulling out a handkerchief, he softly wiped away all the stray tears that fell on your face as he finally spoke.

"You're an angel for the amount of patience you have with your family. I arrived there a few seconds before I stepped in, and from what I heard, I can just imagine what they have been telling you before I arrived. Or even way before that."

"Yeah...I'm used to it. But, that doesn't mean it hurted less, you know? It felt like...all the years of emotional and mental solitude and abuse came back. It played like a movie..."

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, just nodding his head at that. Truthfully, he was given a heads up about your family by Anri, and he was so thankful that she did. He thought it could not be that bad until he heard the hurtful words they told you as well as the preposition of them marrying you off to some guy that asked them first.

Like you were worth nothing.

Which just does not make sense to him. You deserved a man who would be willing to go through hell and back just for your hand in marriage, not some random man who just had to ask and would already get to be the one to see you in a white dress and veil.

But, that night, was definitely the night he knew that his feelings for you was more than attraction now. The first moment he saw your beauty and intelligence in the field, he knew he was interested in you.

But now that he got a deeper look into who you really were as a person, that you were kind, patient, and coolheaded enough to not burst in flames in front of your parents made him love and admire you for your strength even more.

He was a man who thought the saying "Kindness is strength," was foolish. Absolutely unethical. Sure, revenge is not always the best course of action, but getting back at the person can sometimes scare them off from doing the bad things they do again and again, so it is logical to a tee.

But, you gave him a new perspective. That maybe being the bigger person at times of extreme mistreatment leads to the more logical outcome. After all, it was not really you who embarassed themselves in front of the world's best striker that night, right?

By the time you managed to fix yourself and go back to the gala, the small program started. It was not that long, but as you sat beside him in the table where your family was assigned in, you both definitely noticed the new personality your parents immediately had.

Your mother approached him with a smile, sometimes lightly scolding you to fix your posture or your smile, but she was less brutal and she even used the loving mother tone she uses to your sister only.

Your father, on the other hand, was more discreet with his agenda. Asking him questions about himself and his relationship with you.

The two of them saw this as the first time you were being a good daughter. To be able to attract a man of his fame and status was a win in their eyes. They loved the attention that Noa brought to their table, the eyes of everyone, even the ones from the CEO's family was on Noa's.

You tried your best to tell your parents you both were not together, that he was just kind enough to be with you for the night. But, they did not relent. They want you to end up with him not because they want you to be happy, but because they just want the attention and power that having their daughter be the one Noa was dating.

But other than you both, your sister also noticed the attention on you and him and that pissed her off. Not used to not having the attention on her, she was muttering curses under her breath. Wondering how her ugly and incompetent elder sister attracted the number 1 striker in the world. Truthfully, she did not even love her fiance, wanting only his wealth and fame. So she thought that all the people's attention would only be at her's, but then her sister had to ruin it. Bringing a man who is known not just in the country, but in the whole world.

'She doesn't deserve him!' That was all that ran in her brain, to the point she even started to ignore her own fiance, in hopes that maybe, if she tried to act impressive enough, she would get the striker's attention away from you to paying attention to her instead.

'She did say they were just friends, and she doesn't look like she likes him like that. So, it'll be easy.'

Well, it was more of a struggle than she thought when the whole night Noa stuck to your side. With your sister's eyes being more susceptive to romance than yours, she can see the look in the striker's eyes when he looks at you or would do anything for you like getting your food for you, or even kneeling on the ground just to fix the ribbon that tied around your heels.

It was a one-sided love, where you were oblivious. A displacement that was disadvantageous to what she wanted to do.

As the night passed, you both were lucky enough not to be bothered too much, even if almost everyone at the party had some hidden agenda in getting close with him for business of sorts, it was definitely a fun time compared to the other times you attended their company's gala.

When you arrived back in the facility, before Noa can walk you to your room, Anri was already there and dragged you to her own room and helped you get out of your hair, make up and dress while urging you to tell her the juicy details of the night.

"It was a little embarrassing how much my parents wanted me to end up with him, probably just to widen their power of some sorts. And I felt so bad for Noa-san having to deal with (S/n) trying to flirt with him. Hmm, what do you think I should gift him for all his help tonight, Anri-san?"

Anri gave you some ideas while deep down, she laughed evilly at the reactions of your family, especially that of your sister. Of course, that was the reason she set you and Noa up for this as well, for you to unintentionally flex that your job was not for the faint, and that you were not the ugly sheep of the family.

'If only her sister knows it isn't just the number 1 striker after her at all. Ooh the drama that would be bring!'

No additional times for this one I'm afraid because this fic became TOO LONG THAN I EXPECTED LMAO. I don't even like Noel Noa that much yet this happened...I cooked too much I'm afraid chat. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this and yes I AM FEELING A LOT BETTER. This is also a bit of a character explanation for why I made Adult!Manager the way she is (like how she acts and all) so yeahhh, to all who relates to this YOU ARE ENOUGH AND LOVEABLE Dont let anyone tell you otherwise, mwah!

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Part 1

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

read the prologue

(1995)

He’s staring at her. Not because he wants to (although she’s a sight for sore eyes), but because there is just something about her field of energy that keeps on pulling him back in. He understands that he shouldn’t be. Not because of her two brothers though; he’s not intimidated by them, but because he just doesn’t want any more drama thrown his way. So maybe in a sense, it’s because of her brothers, but then again it isn’t. He-

“Damon!”, someone next to him says straight into his right ear and he flinches at the sudden sound. “What the fuck?!”, he asks, and his head twists into the direction of the voice:” Why would you do that?” His bandmate scoffs softly:” I’ve been trying to get through to you for the last three minutes. You know you should probably stop staring like that.”

“Wait what?”, his index finger moving into his ear: ”Don’t laugh. I’m being serious, I think I am deaf on this ear now.”

Graham chuckles:” Everyone can see that you’re staring at her, it’s only a matter of time till those dickheads see it as well. You know how protective they are of her.” Damon nods, turning his full body back towards the crammed table, before letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Having this war thing over our music’s is one thing, but the moment one of them finds out that you fancy Y/N you’ll probably get shot.”, the brown-haired man means it as a joke, of course, but at the same time, there’s more than just a bit of truth to it.

Y/N fucking Gallagher. Damon scoffs. No one really knows much about her other than the fact that she’s a few years younger than Liam. She plays the bass in Oasis and does a fucking excellent job at it. In Interviews she never talks, she just sits next to her two brothers and chews on gum while occasionally throwing a smile into the camera. And it’s not a sweet smile either: it’s cooky and secure. As if she understands the effect it has on other people. She knows she’s cool and pretty and it’s-

“Hey!”, Graham hits the back of Damon’s head with the palm of his hand:” Stop disappearing on me like that!” A pained chuckle exits Damon’s lips while he shakes his head:” I was thinking about something, thank you very much.”

“I hope about all the ways in which Noel will cut you up into tiny pieces when he finds out you think his baby sister is fit.”, he laughs and the blonde shoves him away from him. “Will you please stop talking?!”, he swallows thickly and turns to look back at the stage, but his gaze automatically halts on Y/N. Only this time their eyes instantly meet. His own widen while hers narrow and a couple of seconds later a smug smile appears on her lips. She knows.

Damon desperately wants to tear his stare off of her, but he just cannot do it. Y/N’s y/e/ced eyes survey his blushing features, while she leans back in her chair. She slightly tilts her head while un-crossing her legs and perhaps those ridiculous pop music magazines are right, maybe she is a God-

“Damon!”, Graham once again hits his friend’s head, before gripping his chin and harshly bending his head back to the table. “Outch.”, Damon silently lets out, before rubbing the side of his neck. And for a second it’s almost as if he can her Y/N giggle. Oh, he’s royally fucked.

[biblical-chronicles]

Storyteller

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where Noel can't stop talkin' about you when you're not there, and soon enough, the boys bring it up to you.

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There was a knock at your door, sharp and impatient. You barely had time to wipe your hands on your jeans before swinging it open to find Noel standing there, hands in his pockets, the usual unreadable expression on his face.

“Alright,” he said, nodding at you. “Pub?”

You blinked. “What?”

He shifted his weight onto one foot. “Pub,” he repeated, as if saying it again would make it more reasonable. “The lot’s already there. You comin’ or what?”

You studied him for a second, trying to work out where this was coming from. But then again, it wasn’t like you were about to say no.

“Bit unexpected,” you muttered, stepping back to grab your bag off the side table. “Give us a sec.”

Noel gave a small, satisfied nod. “Knew you’d be up for it.”

You rolled your eyes but bit back a smile as you followed him out, locking up behind you before walking down the road together. The streets were busy with the usual evening crowd, and conversation came easy between you—little quips, the occasional nudge of his shoulder against yours when the pavement narrowed.

It was nice.

Then, you stepped through the doors of the pub, and the second you did, the atmosphere shifted.

A chorus of voices greeted you, the lads were already well into their pints, scattered around a table near the back, and Liam—of course—was the first to open his mouth.

“Ohhh, so that’s why you’re late,” he announced, leaning back in his chair with a knowing grin. “Had to go pick up your bird first, did ya?”

You furrowed your brows, glancing at Noel, who had suddenly become very interested in the floorboards.

“Shut it,” Noel muttered, brushing past Liam to grab a chair. “She just happened to be on the way.”

Liam scoffed, unconvinced. “On the way?” He turned to you, lifting his pint like he was about to toast you. “Where’s that, then? ‘Cause last I checked, you live the complete opposite direction of here.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Bonehead cut in first, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Jesus, mate, you're like Lennon and Yoko. You just keep on insistin’ she tags along everywhere.”

Noel froze mid-sip, while the rest of the table erupted in laughter. You could feel your face heat up, even though you weren’t entirely sure why.

Before anyone could make it worse, Liam slammed his pint down on the table, expression suddenly serious. “Right, pack it in. No one’s gettin’ compared to Lennon except for me.”

And with that, the conversation veered into Liam explaining exactly how he was the only one allowed to be compared to John. You took the chance to lean towards Noel, voice low.

“…The fuck was that about?”

Noel cleared his throat, took a long sip of his pint, and muttered, “Dunno what you mean.”

You weren’t buying it for a second, but before you could call him out on it, Liam leaned forward, lazily pointing a finger at him.

“Anyway, forget that,” he declared. “You as well, remember to keep yourself in check with the comparisons.”

Bonehead snorted, shaking his head. “ Can I just add that Lennon wouldn’t be caught dead in a bloody bucket hat.”

“A visionary statement piece,” Liam shot back, clearly taking it more serious than the rest of the table.

“Oh, we all know it,” you said, smirking as you took a sip of your drink. “But let’s not pretend your Lennon thing isn’t a bit much.”

Liam shrugged, completely unbothered. “Gotta take inspiration from the greats.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Right. You’d have been well proud of me once, then. Ages ago, I was at this pub with a mate, they ran off to chat someone up at the bar, and I got stuck alone with some random lad. Had no clue what to say, so I just kinda—”

Before you could finish, Guigsy—who’d been quiet most of the night—cut in without hesitation, shaking his head like he’d already heard it before.

“So you named all the Beatles albums in order, only for ‘em to ask if you’d left your drink unattended too long.”

You blinked. Stared. Then let out a laugh, though it was more disbelief than anything. “What?? How do you know that?”

Liam grinned, leaning back like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Because, love,” he said, dragging it out, “our kid never shuts his gob about ya.”

Your smile faltered slightly as you turned to Noel. He was suddenly very focused on the condensation sliding down his glass, grip tight like it might shatter in his hands.

“Oh, come off it,” Noel muttered, shaking his head. “He’s talkin’ shite.”

“No, mate,” Bonehead smirked. “You’re talkin' about her shite. Constantly.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Am I some sort of bedtime story to you, then?”

Noel scoffed, shifting in his seat, clearly trying to act unbothered. “They’re takin’ the piss.”

“Are we?” Guigsy asked, before rattling off casually, “You put exactly two sugars in your tea, but only when you're in a bad mood, ‘cause otherwise, it’s just one.”

“You're also currently halfway through 'The Myth of Sisyphus' by Camus, find it dead good so far.” Bonehead added.

Your mouth fell open. “What the actual fuck—”

“Oh, and you hate when people call and don’t leave a message.” Liam continued.

At this point, Noel was a wreck. Face red, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to argue but couldn’t seem to form the words.

You just sat there, staring at him.

Liam just grinned. “Told ya,” he said, tipping his pint toward you. “He’s a proper menace with it.”

You turned to Noel fully now, tilting your head. “Got summat to say, Gallagher?”

Noel just swallowed, gripping his pint like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

He muttered something under his breath, barely audible over the laughter still buzzing around the table, then abruptly pushed back his chair and stood.

“Off for a smoke,” he mumbled, already making his way toward the door before anyone could stop him.

The second he disappeared outside, Liam let out a loud cackle. “Look at him go! You can't just leave your missus alone like that.”

You smirked, shaking your head as you drained the last of your drink before standing up yourself. “Gonna make sure he doesn’t collapse under the weight of his own embarrassment.”

Bonehead grinned. “Be gentle with ‘im, yeah?”

You just rolled your eyes and followed after Noel, stepping out into the cool night air. The street was quieter out here, the chatter of the pub muffled behind the doors. Noel stood a few steps away, his back against the brick wall, cigarette already lit, a slow drag easing some of the tension from his shoulders.

“You alright there, storyteller?” you teased, folding your arms as you leaned against the wall beside him.

Noel exhaled a stream of smoke and shot you a look. “Don’t.”

That only made you grin more. “What? Can’t handle a bit of teasing?”

He huffed, shaking his head as he took another drag. “They’re all full of shite.”

“Oh, are they?” you mused. “Because I’m startin’ to think you really do talk about me a lot.”

He shifted uncomfortably, gaze flicking anywhere but you. “…Maybe a bit.”

You nudged his arm. “A bit? Noel, they know things I don’t even remember tellin’ you.”

Noel muttered something you couldn’t quite make out before running a hand through his hair. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than standing here. But you just found it endearing. He could be so cool and composed when he wanted to be, but here he was, shifting nervously on his feet, unsure what to say.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you admitted, watching the way his jaw tensed at your words.

He shot you a glare. “You’re lovin’ this, aren’t you?”

You grinned. “A little bit.”

Noel exhaled sharply, shaking his head before flicking his cigarette away. “Right. Well. Go on then, get your laughs in while you can.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Nah, reckon I’d rather do this instead.”

Before he could ask what it was, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

When you pulled back, you caught the moment his usual confidence cracked completely, his ears going pink, his mouth parting slightly.

“…You can't be serious.” he finally muttered, voice quieter now.

You shook your head, expression softening. “I really am.”

He huffed out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck before finally meeting your eyes properly.

“Well,” he murmured, voice a little rough around the edges. “Didn’t see that one comin’.”

You smiled. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy talkin’ about me, and just talked to me, you’d have noticed.”

He stared at you for a moment, like he was still trying to wrap his head around it. Then, finally, he reached out, cupping your jaw with his hand, thumb grazing over your cheek as he leaned in.

This time, you met him halfway.

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finally out of me hole, with class and a classic @shes-thunderstormssss request xx

sorry if it's a bit shite, I'll be back on me normal functioning soon me loves

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

my longshot theory about part 52 is that the "threshold" that kayne was referring to, that noel's at, is addison.

a couple reasons i think this Would Be Neat:

throughout all of s3, after he learns where he is, arthur is constantly emphasizing how addison isn't far from arkham. it's one of the main things he gets fixated on: if he gets out of there, he can go home. given how insanely circular this podcast's dialogue tends to be, and how much kayne in particular loves to make jabs at things jarthur have said or will say, i can very easily imagine "somewhere awfully close to home" being a nod to arthur's obsession with Going Home in s3.

i mean literally, compare and contrast the first time arthur learns they're in the hoosac range, in 22:

ARTHUR (thrilled): Yes, it's – it’s west, far west of Arkham! A couple hundred miles, but that means we’re close to home!

and where kayne says he sent noel, in 52:

KAYNE: Oh, he’s somewhere familiar. Somewhere awfully close to home.

it's the same. exact phrase. "close to home." hello.

also, most of the other options (leerie, the pelican lane house, etc) i've sort of wondered why noel was... apparently still there? like he can leave. those places. why opt to stay where kayne put him? has time not been passing in middle-c? is he laid up in the same hospital arthur was in during the coma? did kayne put him on house arrest for the sake of the Bit?

BUT a key factor in the beginning of s3 is that you can't feasibly get out of addison during the winter without a car, and arthur took larson's car when he left. meaning the only one left that we know of is the surveyor's, which may or may not even still be around. given that it's really not been a ton of linear time since s3 happened, i would not be at all surprised if the way out was still too frozen to go on foot.

and also, according to irvine (the guy in the red right hand in 22), "Addison tends to hold on to you until it is done [...] You’ll leave Addison when it lets you leave." he claims he's been trapped there for ten years without being able to leave. so that would be a very satisfying answer to why noel hasn't gone back to nyc or something yet. addison isn't done with him yet.

SPEAKING of irvine, we STILL don't really have closure as to what the fuck exactly he was talking about when describing the town.

MAN: There’s a place, on this Earth, where light doesn’t touch. It’s a place of unfathomable depth. Where the crashing waves and churning, nightmarish storms are but memories. Darkness so black, so all consuming, that light can be… only dreamt of. Only hoped for. This place exists, friend. ARTHUR: Addison? MAN: Some call it Addison, sure. But there are many names it goes by.

is it possible this is just a dropped thread, or tone-setting that There's Something Weird Going On In This Little Town. yes. but also. golly gee mr. irvine that sure does sound reminiscent of the dark world, doesn't it. and if noel is at "the" threshold, not just a threshold, i would not be surprised if it was a threshold with relevance to the other world that kayne was actively prepping to send jarthur directly into.

also re: loose ends in addison, there was a very good post going around a little while ago theorizing that the larsons were worshippers of nyarlathotep, and. if that were the case. it would be rather ironic and appropriate for kayne to snap noel away to a place dedicated to his old self. wouldn't it.

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLLK BOYS IN THE MOTHERLAND PT II

characters - sae , oliver , sendou , kaiser , ness , karasu , otoya , yukimiya , noel noa , don loronzero. | pt I here! | all around the world event! |

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SAE ITOSHI - is mostly cool, detached, and mostly here for the scenery until he discovers just how passionate and skilled local players can be.

safari reaction - “ i came here for football, not animals.” but then he watches a herd of wildebeest migrate at sunset and quietly pulls out his phone to take a picture.

food experience - he’s picky. the chef tries to tempt him with local dishes, and he reluctantly enjoys injera with spicy stew. “…it’s edible.”

cultural experience - watches a barefoot street game and spots raw talent. nods in approval.

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OLIVER AIKU - fits right in charming, laid back, and magnetic. the locals love him. he’s teaching kids football, dancing with aunties, and rocking safari gear like a model.

safari reaction - “ hey, take a pic of me with that lion in the background. no, closer.”

food experience: - “ this grilled fish? fire. gimme another plate.”

cultural experience - organizes a spontaneous football match and refs it shirtless. everyone’s into it. even the elders.

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SENDOU SHUTO - is pumped for everything. nature? cool! food? delicious! new people? his energy is contagious like bachira.

safari reaction - “ IS THAT A HIPPO?!” he’s screaming and bouncing like a little kid. everyone stares.

food experience - eats everything. even tries the spicy stuff and cries, but powers through. “WORTH IT.”

cultural experience - starts doing a tiktok dance with local teens and becomes the MVP of the trip. “ africa’s vibes are elite!” would definitely go back.

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MICHAEL KAISER - struts around like africa was waiting for his arrival. constantly taking selfies with giraffes and flexing his brand.

safari reaction - “ the lion’s mane? not as majestic as mine.” *everyone groans*

food experience - tries to look elite, but secretly devours grilled goat meat and calls it “ royal cuisine.”

cultural experience - forces himself into a street football match, showboating like crazy, until an 11-year-old nutmegs him. be fakes an injury. “ the turf was uneven!” wouldn’t stop bothering the kids until he won.

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ALEXIS NESS - is out of his element it’s too hot, too loud, and the food is too spicy but he tries hard to be polite and supportive.

safari reaction - hiding behind kaiser every time an animal gets close. *kaiser tells him to man up* ness ends up being that one person asking one to many questions.

food experience - takes one bite of piri-piri chicken and turns bright red. “ my tongue is dying..!”

cultural experience - ends up helping paint murals with local kids and forgets all his fears. “ this… this is actually really nice.”

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KARASU TABITO - is calm, sharp-eyed, and analyzes everything, from the landscape to the way kids pass a ball. he loves the grit of street football here.

safari reaction - “ survival of the fittest… nature’s just like football.” *he takes this way too seriously*

food experience - quietly enjoys plantains and grilled meat. says nothing, but finishes every plate.

cultural experience - joins a local match and pulls off crazy counters. he respects how raw and fearless their playstyle is. “ that’s real instinct.”

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OTOYA EITA - immediately starts flirting with everyone. locals, tourists, guides no one is safe. he tries to be slick but gets humbled real fast.

safari reaction - “ are those lions married or-“ he never finished that sentence.. you don’t want know why.

food experience - “ you know, food this hot would be perfect on a date…” *then starts crying from chili*

cultural experience - tries to hit on the braiders who braided barou. gets dragged into a match and bodied by a teenage girl. “ she broke my ankles and my heart…”

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YUKIMIYA KENYU - is genuinely moved by africa’s beauty from nature to music to fashion. he journals and sketches everything.

safari reaction - takes photos of every animal with poetic captions. “ each one has a spirit… like us players.”

food experience - loves the complexity of flavors. “ taste interesting but it’s good.. like bold, rich, layered.”

cultural experience - participates in a fashion market, buys handmade jewelry, and gives some to the team. “ beauty is power too.”

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NOEL NOA - treats this like a scouting trip. always observing, barely speaking, terrifyingly focused. even lions seem to respect his aura.

safari reaction - just stares at a lion until it walks away. “ weak.”

food experience - eats in silence. efficient, calculated bites. somehow finishes his meal faster than everyone.

cultural experience - joins a local match silently, scores 5 goals, leaves. the locals call him “ the phantom.”

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DON LORENZO - is unhinged. wearing gold chains in the savanna, talking to monkeys, and dancing shirtless in the rain. no one knows what he’s doing but they love it.

safari reaction - screams in italian at a rhino. it charges. he runs. laughs hysterically. “VENGA, LET’S GO!”

food experience - “ PUT HOT SAUCE ON EVERYTHING!” ends up in the fetal position, crying, “WORTH IT.” now he’s literally cramping staying on the toilet for the rest of night.

cultural experience - declares himself the “ king of the savannah.” and tries to convince locals to build him a throne from soccer balls. they humor him. he takes selfies with everyone.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - hmm i think i might the caribbean next. I SWR IF THIS FLOPS IM ENDING IT

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A Noel Gallagher interview with Weller circa 1999

The Observer Magazine | October 1999

Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll…

Both spokesmen for their respective generations, it's perhaps unsurprising that the men behind The Jam and Oasis became friends. Here, they talk frankly together for the first time about music, the daughter Paul Weller has never mentioned in print before, Noel Gallagher's fears about fatherhood… and Liam's behaviour at the birth of his son

On a warm autumn afternoon, in a secluded rehearsal studio, Noel Gallagher, rock star and dad-to-be, is telling Paul Weller and The Observer about the exact point he decided that the party was over.

'It was about a year and a half ago, right?' he says, dragging on a Benson & Hedges. 'And I just said: "That's it, man, the bar's closed." The house in London was like a nightclub. I'd be coming back off tour, and people would go: "Your house is lovely." And I'd be like (irate): "Who the fuck are you?" '

Weller laughs and says to me: 'He's left me outside before, shouting through the letterbox. I wasn't allowed to come in. I was on the D-list.'

Noel ignores him. 'There comes a point when you just can't do it any more,' he says. 'You can't go to any more parties, you can't drink any more drinks, you can't do any more drugs. There comes a point when you've just got to go, "All this has got to change." I've seen it all before, man, you know what I mean?' He turns to Weller for moral support. 'It's kind of like the first time you have sex, isn't it? Every time after that you've done it before, haven't you?'

'Oh, I don't know,' says Weller drily. 'Some of us get better after the first time, Noel.'

We're in the mixing room of Huckenden Farm, near High Wickham, where Oasis (or rather, what's left of Oasis after the recent departure of guitarist Paul 'Bonehead' Arthur and bassist Paul 'Guigs' McGuigan) are set to rehearse for the foreseeable future. Weller (it's always 'Weller') is a suave vision in sheepskin, while Noel (it's always 'Noel') sits slouched forward in his chair, with his anorak zipped up almost to his nose.

At times, watching them banter together, punting for punch lines, they seem less like a British rock-music dream team (trad division), and more like Brit-rock's George and Mildred, only with added swearing and drugs. According to legend, the first thing that Noel Gallagher ever said to Paul Weller was: 'Piss off!'

'That's right, isn't it, Paul?' says Noel, pulling up a swivel chair and lounging on it. 'You were helping yourself to our rider at Glastonbury, and I wasn't having any of it.'

Weller can't remember much about it.

'I was drunk.' Nor does the 41-year-old 'Modfather of the Rock Aristocracy' seem especially keen to analyse why it is that he and the 32-year-old 'Saviour of British Guitar Music' have turned out to be such good mates. 'You just click with certain people, don't you?' says Weller gruffly, sticking his hands yet deeper into his jacket pockets. He's smiling, though.

Indeed, the only time that the notoriously touchy Weller gets remotely stroppy is when I refer to the photograph of him, Noel and Paul McCartney, taken at the time they recorded 'Come Together' for the Bosnian War Child project. It was then that the derogatory term 'Dad-rock' was coined, and it has stuck ever since. In some people's eyes, Weller and Gallagher being friends was suspicious enough. When their mutual hero, McCartney, came into the frame, it was as if Sixties elitism was taking over.

'It wasn't like we were jerking off,' sighs Weller, exasperated. 'We were doing something for a specific reason. And with it being three generations of people and all that, I thought it was pretty cool.' Noel nods his head in agreement.

Where their backgrounds are concerned, Noel and Weller have a lot in common. Both were small-town boys with the sort of big dreams that their respective localities, Manchester and Woking (to which Weller eventually returned), couldn't begin to accommodate. 'Wanting more, being dissatisfied with your lot, that's where the push comes from,' says Weller. 'It's not just an artistic trait, it's down to individuals striving to be something else.'

'Exactly,' says Noel. 'Even if I wasn't in a band, if I was a milkman, I'd still be saving up to travel the world. Just getting pissed down the pub would never be enough for me.'

Noel and Weller also have something in common politically, in that they've both been in bed with the Labour part - Weller on behalf of the doomed Red Wedge movement in the Eighties.

'Once I met the people involved, I thought, "Get me out of here." Forget show business, these people had egos the size of that barn.'

Noel, even more famously, went to Number 10 for a drinks party that he's never been able to live down since. 'I was just carried away by my own self-importance', he admits. 'I just thought: "Fuck me, if the prime minister wants to see me, I must be a right geezer!" '

Both men lived to regret their involvement. 'Nothing really changes, does it?' says Noel. 'Same shit, different day.' Nor is either of them particularly impressed by New Labour notions of self-improvement.

'They think that working-class people want to be middle class, but they don't,' says Weller. 'Wanting some bucks and a nice house isn't wanting to be middle class.'

'Yeah,' scoffs Noel. 'What was it: "We're all middle class now." I find that really insulting. Being middle class is just one step closer to topping yourself, if you ask me. It's just the most boring thing I could ever imagine.'

I ask Weller if, over the course of their friendship, there were any preconceptions about Noel that he'd found to be untrue.

'No,' he says grimly. 'It's all true.' As it happens, Weller was impressed by Oasis from the start. 'They really kicked the Nineties up the arse. They were the band everybody needed to hear.'

For his part, Noel was a little young to be a hardcore fan at The Jam's peak. 'But, in my weight division, I was probably the biggest Jam fan for miles around. When I first saw Paul on telly, on Top Of The Pops, with The Jam, I didn't give a fuck where he came from, or what his politics were. His records blew my head off, and that was it.'

The fact that, all these years later, The Jam continue to 'blow people's heads off' is the main reason we're talking today. This week sees the release of Fire & Skill, a tribute album of Jam covers. The first single from it, 'Carnation', by Liam Gallagher and Ocean Colour Scene's Steve Cradock, went straight to number six in the charts. And simply because it is The Jam, Fire & Skill looks destined to do much better business than the standard tribute album.

Indeed, in terms of the respect and affection people still have for them, it wouldn't be too outrageous to describe The Jam as the Beatles in parkas. Weller, a living, breathing Quadrophenia movie, was singer, guitarist and songwriter; Bruce Foxton was on bass, and Rick Buckler was on drums. Together, they burnt a target-shaped hole in the nation's consciousness in the late Seventies and early Eighties, with albums such as Setting Sons, All Mod Cons and Sound Affects and singles such as 'Down In The Tube Station At Midnight', 'Eton Rifles' and 'Tales From The Riverbank'.

Blooded in working mens' clubs, and devoted to sharp tailoring, Weller and The Jam kept their mod ethos, even as they embraced the 'no star' ideals of punk. 'We used to stay for hours after gigs just talking to fans,' recalls Weller. 'Our relationship with them was one of the really special things about The Jam. We kept to the punk rules more than the punks did.'

During this time, Weller saw The Sex Pistols play at the 100 Club, which, in modern rock terms, is a bit like being in the stable when Jesus was born. Even now, Weller still retains a strong affection for the punk era, while having no time whatsoever for those bands who've seen fit to regroup over the years. 'People go on about the Chinese population boom,' he grumbles. 'But there must be more reformed bands around than Chinese people. Soon, there won't be enough electricity to go round, because they'll all be plugging their amps in.'

Should bands be caretakers of their own legends, Noel?

'I'll tell you in about 20 years.'

Weller split The Jam in 1982. 'The best thing I could have done,' he says. 'You wouldn't want to see me jumping about in The Jam in 1999, would you?' Maybe not, but many people find it odd that, since the split, Weller has never once spoken to Foxton or Buckler. 'I don't see why it's such a big deal,' he says. 'I never liked them. All this stuff keeps coming out about how they're always trying to make contact, and it gets on my tits. It wasn't like I ever felt any real support from them when I was writing all those songs. Nothing like, "You did a good job there, Paul. Well done!" Well, maybe from Bruce a bit, but with Rick there was nothing. I'm not bitter about it, I just don't care. When we were playing together on stage, it happened, and that's all that ever mattered to me. They were never the first people I'd go for a drink with.'

Foxton and Buckler don't appear on Fire & Skill, but Weller does, on the secret track 'No One In The World', at the end of the CD. 'I just happened to be there when Steve [Cradock] was laying down the vocals,' he shrugs. 'I didn't plan to be on my own tribute album.'

Noel, for his part, chose to record 'To Be Someone', the caustic cautionary tale about the rock star who has it all, blows it, and gets so smashed he can't even remember whether he enjoyed any of it in the first place. Remind anyone of anyone? As it was recorded more than two years ago, Noel is the first to admit that the moral of the lyric was wasted on him at the time, mainly because he was pretty wasted at the time.

'The song definitely means more to me now than it did then,' he says. 'I was living it then - going out, doing loads of drugs, the lot. I made an effort to sound earnest because I was being paid £20,000 for it, but it was quite ironic singing those lyrics because I was bang on it at the time.'

How 'bang on it'?

'Very. The way things were around my place, it was almost like I had no choice. If everyone in your house is doing it, then you're hardly going to sit there with a can of Coke doing nothing. It would be rude not to join in, wouldn't it? Well, that was always my excuse, anyway.'

He grins at Weller, who is laughing and shaking his head mock-despairingly.

How about you during The Jam years? It must have been all speed and glue-sniffing when you were a boy?

'Oh yeah,' says Weller, pulling a silly face. ' "Hey everyone, it's Saturday night, let's splash out on a bit of glue!" Nahhh!' He shrugs. 'We couldn't afford drugs, or find them in Woking. And I probably wouldn't have done them even if we could.' He shakes his head, for real this time. 'You'll never see me waving the flag for drugs, because I've seen the arse-end of them as well. One of my best friends died of an overdose, and I had a really bad acid trip when I was a kid, and all that stuff put me off. I've had a bash obviously, but it hasn't done me any favours. I've never seen drugs as part of my culture really.'

Weller's voice trails away, grows a bit wistful. 'People just want to escape, don't they? Some for a little while, some for ever more.'

For the longest time, Noel Gallagher and drugs were a match made in powdery heaven. 'Being famous is a good laugh when you're on drugs. You meet people and go, "Nah, nah, fucking, nah", and everyone goes, "Wow, hasn't he got loads of charisma.'' And, really, you're just hammered.' Then, relatively recently, Noel started having terrifying panic attacks. 'Anxiety and all that.'

'What's the matter?' says Weller. 'Couldn't you find your gear?'

Exactly how frightening was it, I ask Noel.

He gives me a look. 'It would have to be pretty frightening to make me consider packing it in, wouldn't it?'

What about Liam?

'Oh, he's all right. He's got three years until he's 30. He'll grow up eventually, in the time it takes to get his free bus pass.' Noel feels now that after Oasis played Knebworth in 1996, he probably felt a little aimless. 'Where could anyone go after that?'

What everyone seems agreed on is that, sooner or later, drugs start to affect your songwriting for the worst. All around us, in the studio, there are signs of a band determined to recover their 'natural high', so to speak. Behind Weller, on the mixing desk, sits a Dinky toy Marahishi, surrounded by four dinky toy Beatles. In the main rehearsal room, Oasis have placed pictures of John Lennon among the studio's own vintage Sixties posters. It makes you wonder what the new album (working title: Where Did It All Go Wrong?) is going to sound like. Or rather, it doesn't make you wonder at all (a wee bit Beatlesy is my wild prediction).

The important news is that Noel feels back on track after the over-hyped, under-loved excesses of Be Here Now. And what times they were. The helicopters. The armoured vans. The strong-arming over playlists. The egomania. The tantrums in America. The giant telephone boxes on stage. As Weller puts it: 'All that stuff that happens when a band are left to their own good taste and devices.' For a while back there, Oasis seemed less of a band than a rock-industry version of GoodFellas. Any regrets, Noel?

'Oh yeah, absolutely,' he says. 'More than anything else, I regret not taking enough time over the songs. We've had a year off before doing this album, but we should have taken the year off before Be Here Now. There's probably three decent songs on that album. The rest of it was just winging it.'

Isn't that being a bit hard on yourself?

'No, it isn't,' says a sharp voice. It belongs to Weller. Not for the first time, I notice how, for all that they are mutually respectful, Noel and Weller are also very hard on each other, to the point of being brutal. There are times during the interview when they pace around like two big, proud cats in adjoining cages, pausing occasionally to stick a paw through the bars and take not-so-playful swipes at each other's heads.

Maybe one of the reasons they are such good friends is that they can discuss 'quality control' without resorting to platitudes or sycophancy. It's probably not so much a 'guy thing' as it is a 'success thing'. When you're a 'spokesman for a generation', maybe the only person you can trust to tell you the truth is, well, another 'spokesman for a generation'.

Noel agrees with Weller, anyway.

'I think his exact words at the time of Be Here Now were: "Coasting, you're fucking coasting." And it has to be seen as disappointing when, after eight months of the album being out, you're still signing copies of the other two. Still, to this day, I've only signed about three copies of Be Here Now.'

'In the course of a writer's life, you get these highs and lows,' says Weller.

'Yeah, I know,' smiles Noel. 'And I have to say that the best thing that could ever have happened was that album getting panned. It made me sit up and go, "Hang on, I'm not God's gift to the music business." If that album had sold more than the other two, I don't know what would have happened. I'd probably be sat here now, farting into your tape recorder, going, "Put a breakbeat behind that - it will be number one next week!" '

Oasis's troubles aren't quite over yet. On the plus side, the new album is coming along well, and the famously fiery relationship between the Gallagher brothers seems to be mellowing. 'I'm tired of analysing me and Liam,' says Noel. 'I'm in a band with him, and I'm always going to be in a band with him. Whether it's good or bad, could be better, could be worse, is irrelevant. I'd freak out if he wasn't there. He's the bullshit detector in anything I do.'

However, while they have found the new Bonehead (Gem, formerly of Heavy Stereo), Oasis have yet to find a bass player. 'Every-one wants to be Jimi Hendrix, these days,' moans Noel. 'No one wants to be Bill Wyman. I don't think even Bill Wyman wants to be Bill Wyman.' He has little patience with speculation that the rift was caused by his and Liam's legendary rows.

'I don't really know why they left, because they haven't had the courtesy to ring me and explain, but, you know, all bands row, fall out and walk off tours. Admittedly, not as much or as publicly as we do, but they all do it.'

So, you have no real explanation to give to your fans?

'No', replies Noel. 'And I don't think it's me that owes people the explanation.' He holds his hands up innocently. 'I haven't left the band. I'm still here.'

With everything going a bit Spinal Tap for Oasis, it would be easy to forget that they remain the defining band of their era, with two classic albums, Definitely Maybe and (What's The Story) Morning Glory, and possibly another in the pipeline. Weller, for one, is watching Noel with a look in his eye that suggests that he personally wouldn't want to go through band-hell again.

'No, I wouldn't. It's a young man's game.' Right now, Weller is working on the follow-up to 1997's Heavy Soul. 'I've got to prove myself to myself again.' Before the massive success of Wild Wood and Stanley Road, he had his own 'humbling' period when his post-Jam outfit, The Style Council, had their fifth album rejected by Polydor.

For a long time, Paul Weller was about as fashionable as leg warmers. 'It needed to happen, it brought me down to earth,' he says. 'I hadn't been living life - real life - properly, do you know what I mean? But it was hard, very hard, finding myself at 30, with no job, no contract, my first child, and nothing really to do with the rest of my life.' Weller smiles ruefully. 'It taught me a big lesson, and hopefully one I won't forget. I was lucky that I had my family around to support me.'

The ongoing Paul Weller project has always been something of a family affair. His dad, John, is his manager; his mum, Ann, and sister, Nikki, used to run his fan club. Weller is totally devoted to his family, and they to him. Back in the Jam days, they would think nothing of having the phone disconnected to raise money for equipment.

'I come from a very loving background,' he says. 'But you know what? I'm still as insecure. It's not their fault, it's just the way I am. I don't sit there analysing it. I just accept that that's the way it is.'

Noel is looking on enviously. 'My background wasn't like that,' he quips. 'Mine was like the Clampetts.'

That's putting it mildly. Gallagher Senior was, by all accounts, a violent, uncaring drunk, which left mum, Peggy, picking up all the pieces. At times, Noel goes to great pains to be gleefully, provocatively sexist. 'Call me old-fashioned, but, you know, women - fuck 'em!' However, the fact remains that, at the height of his fame, the Mancunian groupie magnet jumped into a serious relationship with Meg Matthews. As did Liam with Patsy Kensit. 'I like things to be stable,' says Noel. 'I'm not into chaos.'

Later he says: 'Childhood stuff isn't everything, is it? There's all that stuff that happens between 17 and 20 that shapes your outlook on life. Like when you first meet women, or hang out with a gang of friends. It's how you think about yourself, too. Lying down and having a think before you go to sleep, and realising that you might smoke a bit of spliff, and you might rob a few car stereos, but you're not this major criminal they would have you believe on News At Ten. You're not a bad person deep down inside, know what I mean?'

'I don't think that childhood always decrees how a person is going to turn out,' agrees Weller. 'Love always makes a difference whatever your age, but if you look at our backgrounds and look at us, I'd say that, if anything, Noel was more confident than me, and no less the loving person for it, if you don't mind me saying so, Noel?'

'I don't mind you saying so, Paul. I agree, I agree!' splutters Noel.

For a comical, and rather touching moment, the two men stare at each other in speechless, giggling astonishment, as if to say: 'What's going on - are we bonding?'

Seriously, Noel, are you haunted by any of it?

'Not at all.'

You'll be a father yourself soon, are you looking forward to that?

'Oh yeah,' he says. 'I can't wait to knock the fuck out of my kids.'

A second later, Noel is crouching with his mouth a millimetre away from the tape recorder: 'Can I just say that I was joking when I said that.'

'Having a shit childhood and stuff,' he says wearily, dragging hard on yet another Bensons & Hedges, 'it can't help but shape your outlook on life, but it should never shape your actions towards other people. I would say that having all that happen is why I'm strong, why I'll always be one of those people for whom the glass is always half full as opposed to half empty.'

Does it make you happy being able to make things easier for your mum?

'Oh yeah,' he says, brightening. 'Because that means that Mum looking after us had some meaning. We can give a little bit back to her. And having kids is part of that, because she's always wanted to be a grandmother. It's not like they're presents for me mum, but it's another meaning of life for her, and another meaning of life for me.'

Noel pauses. 'And just because I got knocked about by my old man, it doesn't mean to say that I would ever knock about my own kids.' His mouth sets in a determined line. 'Because I never ever would.'

Weller has two children, Nat and Leah, with his ex-partner and Style Council bandmate, Dee C Lee. Does he have any wisdom to impart to Noel and Meg about their impending parenthood? 'Yeah,' laughs Weller, slapping Noel on the shoulder. 'Good luck, my son, you're going to need it.'

'I'm shitting myself,' says Noel in a whisper. 'I don't actually know what I'm going to do. I haven't got the faintest idea, me. I'm just trying to book gigs as close as I can to the dates, and make sure that it's speaking by the time I get back.'

Are you going to be there for the birth?' asks Weller.

'I don't really want to be,' says Noel.

'Why not?' says Weller. 'Aren't you on the guest list?'

They both laugh, Noel, slightly hysterically. He saw his nephew, Lennon, at the weekend. 'They don't do much, do they?' he says, as if he'd seriously been expecting to play pool with a newborn baby. 'I'm waiting for mine to get born, obviously, but then I'll be waiting for them to get a personality, because then you can have a laugh with them.'

'There's not much you can do in the first bit,' says Weller (completely incorrectly, I might add). 'You feel a bit useless, but once they're up and walking, it's a whole different world. You can't imagine life without them. It changes everything, but in a good way.'

You've got a son and daughter, haven't you, Paul?

'Two daughters,' he says emphatically.

He even, very briefly, holds up two fingers.

'Two daughters.'

At the time, I was confused. I had seen a photograph in a magazine of Weller bombing along on a moped with Nat and Leah, and I could have sworn that they were a boy and girl. But it seemed that they weren't - they were two girls. The moment passed, and I forgot about it. Then, a couple of days after the interview, Weller's publicist rings. Paul Weller wanted me to know that, actually, he had a son and two daughters.

The second little girl was from a brief relationship after his marriage to Lee had failed. Weller hadn't mentioned this in print before, simply because he didn't feel that it was anybody else's business. However, he'd realised that I'd got the wrong end of the stick, and hadn't felt comfortable. He didn't want his second daughter growing up thinking that he'd tried to hide her away, like some dirty secret.

Oh, I said, nonplussed, did he want to talk about it? No, said the publicist. She really couldn't see that happening. Weller had just wanted to set the record straight, do the right thing that was all.

I remember all this as I'm wandering around the bustling, chaotic launch for Fire & Skill at the Hackney Gallery. I'd parted company with Noel and Weller at Huckenden Farm with an abiding, slightly surreal memory of two of Britain's biggest rock stars executing a dual impersonation of yet another rock star - Liam Gallagher - at the scene of childbirth.

'Can you imagine?' Noel had said. 'Him with a big green mask on, going, "Come on, you fucker, come on!" And: "Is that gas you've got there, mate? Give us some of that." '

'Yeah, and having a go at the doctors,' says Weller. '"Keep your hands off my missus!"'

They laugh and settle back into their chairs. A few more cigarettes lit, a bit more coffee drunk, a few more jokes told, and then that's it, they're gone.

I see Noel again at the Hackney Gallery. Outside, a fleet of specially customised minis with targets on the bonnets are running their batteries down, keeping their lights on in the drizzle. Inside, I see Liam Gallagher leaning against the doorway of the main party room. He's on typically cryptic form.

'I love Paul Weller,' he tells me. 'But I was too young to be really into The Jam. I preferred The Beatles.'

I'm still trying to work that one out when I see Noel chatting to friends at the bar. His glass is half full, as always. I remember what he said at the interview about his current definition of success: 'I could track my life in the records I've made - the first one was young and eager, the second one was a consolidation of those achievements, and the third one was fat and drunk. For the fourth, I want success on my own terms - which is just to be a decent songwriter in a good band.'

Paul Weller isn't at the party, of course. 'He wouldn't come to this sort of thing,' says a close friend of his. 'It isn't his style at all.' And I realise that he's right. Paul Weller is probably sat at home, shunning the showbiz treadmill. Doing the right thing.

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bonus: [the Paul Weller Fan Podcast: an interview with Julian Broad, where: We also talked about an Observer Magazine shoot from 1999 with Noel Gallagher, and how their mutual admiration made for some great imagery.]

[daddy-issues-galore]

Reminice

90's Noel Gallagher x pregnant!wife!reader

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, pregnancy sex, oral f-recieving, fingering, swearing, loss of virginity

Chaos. That’s how you would describe Oasis. And loud. Very loud. But you were used to it all.

You’d been friends with the boys since you were kids. Growing up on the same street as them and being a couple of years older than Liam, often meant you got asked to babysit him when he was little. It also meant you were around at the Gallagher house most of the time, which meant you were always around Noel, and although he was a few years older than you, the two of you were quite close. You were one of the few people he genuinely liked having around. He didn’t kick you out of his room or hide his guitar playing from. He’d even let you read over his songs that he’d write. You’d always fancied the pants off him, but you were too shy to ever say anything and just assumed he thought you were a mate that looked after his little brother every now and then.

It wasn’t until he was going off to roadie for ‘Inspiral Carpets’ did things change between you.

----- 1989 -----

A load of your mates had decided to throw a leaving party for Noel the night before he left (it was just an excuse to party and get pissed) and you’d decided to miss it. You weren’t in the mood to celebrate because you selfishly didn’t want Noel to go.

So, at 8pm instead of getting pissed and dancing with your mates, you were sulking on your bed listening to a record Noel had leant you as the rain came down outside, when your telephone began ringing.

“Yeah?” You answered with a huff.

“Meet me at the bench. I’m setting off now from mine.”

“Noel? Why aren’t you at that party?”

“Y/n, just meet me at the bench, will ya’.”

“Aye? It’s pissing it down-" Noel hung up before you could protest further. “Bastard.” You muttered and set about getting your stuff together before setting off to the park.

It wasn’t really a park, just a large grass land that had a broken swing set on it. There was a hill behind the swing set and at the top was a bench that you and Noel sort of claimed as your bench.

With your umbrella in one hand and a torch in the other, you carefully made your way up the hill, the rain only seeming to get worse as you climbed to the top. As you got near the top, you spotted a figure slumped on the bench. You could see it was a floppy haired Noel wearing  a thin coat with no hood, shivering.

“Noel?” You called out as walked towards him.

He looked up to you and nodded, “Alrigh’.” He shifted on the bench so you could sit down beside him.

“You could have picked a better place to meet, ya’ know.” You huffed as you sat down beside him. “’Ere.” You gave him the umbrella to hold since he was a bit taller than you.

Noel slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as you both settled under the umbrella.

“Why aren’t ya’ at the party?” You asked.

“No point if you aint.” He muttered. “Why weren’t you?” He asked.

You sighed and chewed the inside of your cheek. “Dint fancy it.” You shrugged not looking at him.

Noel scoffed, “Fuckin’ liar.”

“Am not.” You argued still refusing to look at him.

“Bollocks. I know when you’re lyin’, Y/n… You can’t look at me.” Noel smirked to himself as you gaped at him. Noel looked down at you with a furrowed brow. “I thought you’d have wanted to see me on me last night ‘ere?”

You nodded, “I did… I do…” You sighed, “I just-” You huffed feeling tears form. “I couldn’t come to that party, Noel… I couldn’t, fake bein’ happy… because I’m selfish… I don’t want ya’ to leave.” You admitted and wiped your tears away. “I’m bein’ so selfish because this is an amazing opportunity for ya’, and I am so proud of ya’. But I’ve never gone a day without speakin’ to you or hearin’ ya’ play your guitar or listenin’ to ya’ and your kid argue… I don’t want to… but I have to.” You cried.

“That settles it then,” Noel sighed.

“What?” You frowned as you wiped your tears away.

“I ain’t goin’.”

“What?” You shook your head, “You have to. You can’t just not go because of me. That’s daft.”

“Knowin’ you won’t be happy without me, would make me unhappy. Your happiness is more important-”

“I am not more important than your own happiness, Noel. You have to go.”

“You make me happy, Y/n.” Noel confessed, “And to be honest, this past week... I’ve been thinkin’… maybe me goin’ was a mistake.” He mumbled the last part as he looked away into the dark.

Noel very rarely shared his feelings and when he did, you were the only one he spoke to about them. You didn’t laugh at him or call him a wimp. You’d offer him a smile and reassure him things would be okay, or you’d find a way to help him.

“Why would you think that?” You frowned up at him.

Noel shrugged, “I… don’t want to leave ya’.”

You sighed heavily, “You can’t let my silly insecurities be the reason you miss out on this. I’ll get over meself eventually, Noel.”

Noel shook his head, “It’s not that. I’ve, sort been thinkin’ the same things as you, I guess. The thought of not seein’ you every day… or, seein’ ya’ little excited grin and giggle you do when you get some new fancy gadget for, ya’ camera,” Noel smiled to himself as he pulled you a little closer into his side. “It’s terrifying… ‘casue I need ya’, love.”

Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him, “You don’t need me, Noel.”

He nodded, “I bloody do, love. You keep me sane.” He chuckled making you smile. “And… well, I love ya’.”

You gasped, taken back by his confession. The sound of the rain hitting the umbrella echoed as you stared up at Noel, your heart racing in your chest. “You, love me?”

Noel nodded, “Always have.”

You’d never expected him to say that to you. You went quiet as you looked away from him, your mind racing. Did he really mean it?

Your long silence filled Noel with regret and worry – you were never quiet for this long. “Y’know what, forget I fuckin’ said anythin’, yeah? I need to get home. ‘Ere.” He said as he practically shoved your umbrella into your chest as he stood up. Before you could react, a gust of wind took it and blew it away from you.

“Wha- Noel.” You jumped up and followed him as he started walking away. “Wait, stop.”

“Just leave it, Y/n.”

“No,” You grabbed his jacket and pulled him back, the pair of you getting drenched by the rain, “I bloody won’t. You can’t just say you love me then bugger off!”

“Why? You want to laugh in my face or somet?” He sulked.

“Of course not.”

“Then what? ‘Cause you weren’t sayin’ anythin’.” He huffed and shook his head. “Look, just drop it. I’ll see ya’ when I get back.” Noel said as he began walking away again.

“Noel Thomas David Gallagher, I swear if you don’t fuckin’ stop, I’ll clip you round the ear, so hard!” Noel stopped but refused to turn back. You huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him back around to face you. “Dickhead, ya’ can’t just tell me ya’ love me and not expect me to be shocked.”

Noel smiled to himself. He did always love your way with words. “Yeah, sorry.”

You shook your head with a small chuckle, “You mean it?”

Noel nodded, “’Course I do. Yer just ‘bout the only person I can tolerate.” He teased making you giggle. “Ya’ don’t need to say it back. I know me timin’ is awful and that… but, I had to say somethin’. It’s drivin’ me mad… you, drive me mad.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and smiled down at your wet feet. “I do.”

Noel’s brow furrowed, “You do what?”

“Love you… always have.” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him.

Noel broke out into a grin, “Have ya’?” He asked as he stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your hips.

You nodded. “’Course I have.” You smiled softly up at him. “So… ya’ gonna kiss me or what?” You asked making Noel blush.

Noel nodded and ran his hand over the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, can do.”

Your brow furrowed, “Can do? Don’t make it sound like a bloody chore or-”

Noel leaned down and gave your lips a firm kiss, cutting your teasing off. You moaned softly into Noel’s mouth as you slipped your hands up his chest and over his shoulders until you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pulled back and drew in a deep breath, looking up to Noel with a shy smile. A brief silence settled between the pair of you as you stared at each other, the elephant in the room (or grassland) looming over you.

“You have to go. Ya’ know that, right?” You said to him.

Noel nodded with a heavy sigh, “What about you… and me?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “It’s probably for the best if we, just… leave it.” You shrugged.

Noel’s brow furrowed, “Aye? Don’t you want us to be together?”

You nodded, “But you’re going away, Noel. You don’t need to be tied down when you’re goin’ to be off havin’ fun.”

“Then I won’t go. Easy.”

“Noel, you’re goin’. End of.” You gave him a soft smile. “We can, sort things out when you get back.”

“Come with me then.” Noel blurted out making you smile.

“Can’t can I. Off to uni.” You smiled up at him and brushed his wet hair back from his face. “If we’re meant to be, it’ll happen when the time is right, yeah?”

Noel nodded, “I’d wait for ya’, ya’ know.”

You moved your hands down to cup his face. “Me too, but it wouldn’t be fair on either of us.”

Noel nodded and offered you a weak smile. “I do, love ya’.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You smiled softly, “I love you too.” You gave him a small kiss.

Noel cleared his throat and looked down at his watch, “We can still make it, to that party if ya’ like.”

You shook your head as you chewed the inside of your cheek. “If you don’t mind, can we go home? Me mam and dad ain’t home for the night and I want to give you somethin’, before you leave.” You admitted with a blush.

Noel nodded, “Yeah, okay… Ya’ dint need to get me owt, love.” He smiled.

“It’s somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ you to have for a while.” You blushed.

“Oh?” Noel raised his eyebrow, “And what’s that then?” He asked.

You bit your lip before breaking out into a grin. “My virginity.”

That night as clique as it sounds, you and Noel made love. Early the next morning, the two of you headed back to his so you could help him pack because he’d left everything to last minute like he usually did. Liam wasn’t best pleased to have the pair of you moving about the bedroom making a racket, so much so he went down to sleep on the sofa after calling the two of you cunts. A couple of hours later (at a more reasonable hour), along with everyone else, the two of you said goodbye.

“I’ll call ya’ every day, love.” Noel promised as he held you close in his arms.

“No, you won’t.” You giggled and looked up at him. “Just call when you can.” You smiled up at him.

He nodded with a smile as he reached up and cupped your face. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, too.”

Noel leaned down and kissed you, taking Liam and Peggy by surprise. Let’s just say, the moment Noel had driven off, you were bombarded with questions from the pair of them.

----- 1991 -----

“Where is she?!” Liam paced back and forth outside the pub as he smoked his third cigarette in the past hour.

“She’ll be ‘ere, mate. Y/n, never misses a gig.” Guigsy tried to reassure Liam, hoping to calm him down. The last thing anyone wanted was a pissed off Liam.

“She fuckin’ better not. I’ll never forgive her.” Liam huffed dramatically as he put out his cigarette and went to roll another.

“Oh, stop bein’ a dramatic fucker, would ya’.” You called out to him as you rounded the corner with your camera in hand. “Am not even that late.”

Liam frowned at you. “You said you’d be ‘ere for sound check.”

“Sound check?” You laughed, “Sound like you’re in a proper little band.” You teased making the others chuckle.

“We are a proper band.” Liam argued.

“With a shit name.” You teased.

“Fuck off, will ya’.” Liam snapped at you making you laugh.

“Fuck, your easy to wind up.” You nudged him with your elbow making him push you back as he told you to fuck off. You laughed and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards you, “Come ‘ere, William.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressed kisses to his cheek. “I’m so proud of my little, Willy-bum.” You kissed his cheek again and again making him screw his face up in disgust.

“Get off!” He shoved you back as the others laughed at the pair of you.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, I haven’t heard you call him that for fuckin’ time.”

You gasped, untangling yourself from Liam and spinning around. “Noel?” You gaped at him in shock. He looked completely different to when he left but the exact same. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He grinned at you, “Alrigh’, love.”

You nodded, unable to form any words.

Liam’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he watched you, “Fuckin’ ‘ell. Never seen you speechless.” He laughed and gave you shove closer to Noel, nearly knocking you over.

Noel grabbed a hold of you before you could fall. Liam and the others disappeared backside the pub leaving the two of you behind. Not that either of you noticed, lost in your own little world as you stood together.

Noel smiled down at you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me yer not seein’ anyone.” He whispered.

“And what if I was?” You asked.

Noel shook his head, “I’d still kiss ya’.”

A smile broke out on your lips, “I’m not seein’ anyone… so kiss me all you want.”

Noel’s smile widened before he reached up to hold your face as he leaned down and kissed you. It felt like your first kiss all over again, but this time you didn’t need to worry about running out of time.

You pulled back from each other with matching dopey smiles. “When did you get ba-” “You look fuckin-” The two of you began laughing at each other.

“C’mon, let’s get a drink, yeah?” Noel took your hand and led you inside the pub. The pub was packed, so it was hard to move from one side to the other. Noel pulled you under his arm and kept you close as he led you through the crowd until he found a suitable spot. “Stay ‘ere, love.” Noel pressed a kiss to your cheek before he left you in a quiet corner of the pub and went to tackle to bar.

“Oy!” You heard Liam shout as he walked up to you with a frown, “Don’t let lover boy distract you from your job.”

“Job would imply you’re paying me, Liam.” You rolled your eyes at him but still smiled.

Liam nodded, “And you will be once we’ve made it big.”

“Not with a shit band name, you won’t.” You muttered teasingly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready. You just focus on your singing, yeah?” You gave his hair a ruffle making him huff and push your hand a way.

“Stop.” He sulked off as you laughed at him. God, you loved winding him up.

“Not missed that mardy bastard.” Noel said with a smirk as he appeared with your drinks.

“Don’t be mean.” You giggled. “And don’t lie.” You smirked at him over the rim of your glass. “You’ve missed him.”

Noel frowned and shook his head, “Piss off.” He took a swig of his drink as he watched you. “I missed you.” He smiled softly. “Those pictures helped.” He winked at you making you blush and look away.

“Oh god,” You giggled. “You better not have shown anyone else ‘em.” You gave him a warning look.

He shook his head with a grin, “Don’t you worry, love. They’re just for me.” He looked towards the ‘stage’ where the band would be playing. “So, what’s this lot like?” He nodded towards the stage.

“Uhm,” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you tried to choose your words wisely. “Well… they’re good at playin’ their instruments.”

Noel began laughing, “Is r’kid that bad?”

You shook your head, “Look, Liam’s voice is… great.” You smiled proudly. “Surprisingly so, actually… it’s his songwriting that’s not…” You winced making Noel laugh. “He needs help.” You smiled softly at him. “They need help, Noel. Someone to write songs…and the music… to lead them…” You stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his chest and began fiddling with the button on his shirt. “They need a Noel.” You whispered as you looked up at him through your lashes.

Noel rolled his eyes, “Are you in on this bollocks?” He huffed.

“They need you Noel.” You pleaded.

He shook his head, “I’m not bein’ their manager.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but the lights went low, signalling the start of the gig. “I need to get to the front, ya’ comin’?” You asked Noel as you pulled your camera out of your bag.

Noel shook his head, “Nah, I’ll stay ‘ere.” He took your drink from you.

“Party pooper…” You giggled making Noel grin. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Noel watched you disappear with a smile on his face. He wasn’t letting you go again.

----- 1999 -----

Noel smiled to himself as he watched you from his sun lounger. You were stood by the pool snapping pictures (like you always were) looking happy and relaxed, something that neither of you had been for what felt like years.

The recent album had been utter chaos to do. Add on top of that the two of you recently finding out that you were expecting your first child together and Liam opening his big gob to an interviewer who was more than happy to spread the news. So, Noel decided as soon as the album was finished, he was whisking you off somewhere warm, preferably with a pool or the sea so he could see you in a bikini. It was one of his favourite sights, especially now that you were pregnant. You looked like a goddess.

“You alrigh’, love?” He asked as you stood in front of him.

You hummed and pressed your left hand to your lower back. Your wedding ring glinting in the sunlight as you did, “Backs hurtin’ a bit.” You scowled.

Noel’s brow furrowed and he shifted on his sun lounger, moving his left leg off onto the floor and patting the spot in front of him. “Come ‘ere.” He held his hand out to you.

You smiled and took his hand, slowly lowering yourself onto the lounger in front of him. You let out a satisfied hum as you settled against Noel’s chest, lifting your legs up onto the sun lounger. Noel wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his hands over your belly as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“We can go back to the room if you like. Or could book you into the SPA.” He said as he placed another soft kiss to your cheek.

You shook your head. “Not in the mood for some stranger rubbin’ their hands all over me.”

Noel smiled to himself. “I could always do it.”

You giggled, “You mean you want to have a grope.”

“I can do that whenever I want, love.” He said as he gave your breast a squeeze making you giggle and swat his hand away. “C’mon, you’ll feel better.” He gave your thigh a soft pat.

“That’s what I said to you the night we created this.” You giggled as you rubbed your bump.

You’d done the maths and worked out the night of conception was after one mega hectic, chaotic, frustrating day of recording in the studio. Liam and Noel had been arguing all day, hardly getting anything of use recorded. Noel was angry and annoyed with Liam, close to calling it quits. You’d taken him back to your shared room in the big house that had been rented to record the most recent album to calm him down – and you really did calm him down.

“Then you know what I’m ‘bout to do.” Noel said with a cheeky grin as he helped you up off the sun lounger.

Ever since finding out you were pregnant; Noel had spent more time worshipping your body (not that he didn’t already) but he’d become obsessed with you. Pregnancy looked good on you.

Noel slowly peeled your clothes from your body, pressing his lips against your sun kissed skin as he did. He gently laid you down on the bed and spread your legs wide. "Fuck," He moaned as he gently ran his lips up the inside of your thigh. He leaned forwards and ran his tongue up the length of your pussy making you moan loudly. Noel worked his tongue up and down, moaning at your taste.

You moaned rolling your eyes back as Noel sucked on your clit. “Fuck, Noel.” You gripped Noel’s hair as you began rolling your hips against his mouth.

Noel pulled back with a smirk as he lifted his left hand and ran his knuckles through your wet lips making you jump and bite your lip. Your eyes rolled backwards as you felt his wedding ring. God, it turned you on, knowing he was your husband.

He slowly coated his fingers in your wetness before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. Noel began flicking his tongue against your swollen clit making heavy moans fall from your lips as he moved his fingers in and out of you.

You groaned, "Fuck, Noel,"

Noel moaned against you. He twisted his hand and curled his fingers as he sucked on your clit. Noel smirked as he pulled back from you, "You gonna cum?"

You nodded, "Yes."

"Good girl," Noel reached up with his right hand and grabbed your breast, running his thumb over your hard nipple as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. "Cum all over my fingers, baby."

You let out a deep moan as Noel ran his tongue over your clit, pushing you over the edge.

Noel smirked proudly as he withdrew his fingers from you and sucked his fingers clean. "Perfect." He hummed before he stood up and began to push his boxers down, letting his hard cock spring free.

You let out a low moan as you stared at his beautiful cock.

“How do you want me, baby?” He asked as he gently stroked his cock.

You bit your bottom lip, “From behind.” You blushed.

Noel’s grin widened. “On your side?”

You nodded, excitement bubbling in your chest. Noel leaned forwards and kissed you before he moved to lay on his side behind you. You bent your left leg as Noel took a hold of his cock. Your mouth fell open as Noel pushed his length inside of you. “Oh, god!” You cried out.

“Fuck,” Noel moaned loudly as your cunt squeezed around his cock. “Ya’ feel so good, love.” Noel slipped his right arm under your neck, his calloused hand cupping your breast being gentle knowing they were sensitive. He moved his left hand from your hip and slid it over your bump.

“Please, Noel,” You moaned.

Noel kissed your bare shoulder as he moved his hips back and forth. “What? Tell me.”

“Need to come.” You panted, your fingers digging into his forearm.

Noel kissed your neck as he reached own with his left hand and pressed his fingers against your clit working your clit in time with his thrusts

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out.

“Tell me… say it.” Noel panted against your ear. “Please,”

“Mine… My husband… You… Noel!”

He pressed his lips against yours and kissed you hard, his hips still moving back and forth. You kissed Noel back with as much force, your tongue tangling with his.

You pulled back from Noel needing to breath, groaning loudly as your orgasm hit you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. "FUCK!"

"FUCK, BABY! YES!" Noel snarled as he hit deep inside you, cuming hard. Noel held you in his arms as your breathing slowed down, your back flush against his chest as his hand once again rubbed your belly. “I’ll stop. I promise.” Noel whispered out of nowhere.

“What ya’ mean?” You asked as you reached up with your left hand and threaded your fingers through his hair.

“The drugs and the drinkin’.” He pressed his face into your shoulder and kissed your skin. “I’ll stop smokin’ anorl.”

“Noel,” You smiled to yourself, “You don’t need-”

“I do. For this one… for you, for us.” Noel wrapped his arms around you’re a little tighter, being careful not to squeeze you too much. “I want to be a better man.”

You hugged him back the best you could in the position you were in. “You already are, Noel. I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t.” You smiled. “I love you.”

Noel smiled against your shoulder, “I love you too.”

[amirasainz]

Could you please do amira going on keeping up with the kardashian as she grew a sweet bond with Kim at the med and all the kardashian love her, also the grid watching that episode for her

It was so much fun writing this one. You guys can always send some requests. Enjoy reading and Adios! -XoXo

Keeping up with the Kardashians

The anticipation in the room was palpable—a sense of déjà vu as drivers and WAGs gathered around the TV, waiting for the show to begin. Snacks and drinks were strewn about, and Lando’s impatient whining echoed through the room. “When is it starting?” he whined from the floor. Max groaned: "I swear to fucking God" and Lily’s loud "Everyone, shut up. It's starting!" startled everyone.

Finally, after a quick recap of the last episode and the intro, the moment arrived. Kim, Khloe, and Kris sat outside on the garden furniture. Kim began, “You guys know I attended the Met Gala a few weeks ago.” Khloe and Kris nodded, their curiosity piqued. “And you also know how I met this really sweet girl at the After Party. Well, I thought it was time to introduce you to this special someone.”

Khloe’s excitement bubbled over. “No way. No freaking way. Kimberly, if this is a joke, I’ll never talk to you again.” Kris whispered, her smile wide, “Oh my God…”

Then, a voice interrupted—the very person they were discussing. “Hello, mujeres guapas. How are you all doing?” Amira stood there, and Kim quickly enveloped her in a hug. “Hi, wifey. Look at you. You look amazing.” The warmth between them was evident.

Amira turned to greet Kris and Khloe, hugging them both. As the women chatted, Kim beamed with pride. Finally, her wifey was meeting her family. She held Amira’s hand, squeezing it three times—an unspoken language of love, pride, and gratitude.

As the scene shifted to the Kourtney and Scott drama, chatter erupted in the room. “Why did Kim grab her hand like that?” Kika asked with a hint of jealousy. “Why aren’t Kris and Khloe fans of me too?” Oscar wondered quietly. “Does this mean she’s an honorary Kardashian now?” Charles exchanged a confused look with Pierre. Carlos shushed the room, eager to hear more.

The scene transitioned to a Kardashian-Jenner family dinner. Amidst the chaos of kids playing outside, Kris began, “You guys will never guess who Khloe and I met the other day.” The table leaned in, eager for the revelation. “Who?” Kendall teased. Kylie and Kourtney exchanged amused glances. “Amira Sainz.”

The room erupted. “No. No way!” “What?” “What the…” Excitement buzzed. Kendall fired off questions: “Is she nice? Does she like horses? Do you think she’d like my modeling? Would she like ME?” Kourtney interjected, “Hold your horses, Kenny. The only way they’d have met Amira means that—” Kylie cut her off, “Kimberly Noel Kardashian, tell me you didn’t.” "Why is everyone saying my full name the whole time?" asked Kim. Chaos ensued, and before viewers could witness the ensuing fight, the outro played.

Suffice it to say, with Amira’s confirmed appearances for the next few races, the show’s ratings soared.

[pollyypocket]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Liam Gallagher x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Where a girl follows her favourite band around on tour as a "groupie" but soon gets pushed away by their new manager (Inspired by the movie; Almost Famous)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : cigarettes and alcohol, swearing.

We were all sat on the tour bus smoking, drinking and yapping away. However, Noel and Liam decided to get into another fight while i just sat observing what was going down. Earlier in the day it was mentioned to them that they would be getting a new tour manager half way through tour and to which one agreed and the other didn’t. The rest of the band decided that they didn’t want to get involved, they just let the 2 brothers get to it.

“Well Liam I think this would be a great opportunity for us to have a change don’t you think?” “No! Noel it could mess everything up for us we don’t even know this man he appeared out of no where” “Well it’s not like we get a say in it at all” "That's the point! You've just proven my point!"

I was sat there listening in on what they were shouting about while my finger did laps around the beer bottle top quickly humming a random tune to myself. When all of a sudden it got snatched away from me. “Let’s go Y/N”. I looked up at the stubborn younger brother who walked towards the back of the van in a strop, sighing I decided to follow him since I had no other choice.

“This is all fucked, all of it” I just nodded listening to what he had to say so he could get it all out of his system. “What’s your thoughts on it?”. My head perked up at the questions curious as to why Liam asked me. “I don’t know…” He looked defeated knowing his answer wouldn’t change whatever happened. I soon got engulfed into a hug, I could tell he needed it. He needed someone to confide with. “Is that all you needed me for? For me to say ‘I don’t know’”. The boy smirked waving the beer bottle in front of my face teasingly, I tried to grab it but each time he moved it further and further away to the point where I couldn’t reach it anymore.

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I was stood at the side of the stage. Oasis was halfway through their set, when a man came and stood next to me. "You must be Y/N" I turn my head and see him holding his hand out, he was around 6 foot with brunette hair and glasses sitting a bit too far forward on his nose. "Uh Yes! That's me" I hesitantly reached forward with my hand and made contact with his. "Well it's very nice to see you" "Yeah you too" I gave him a dirty look just so he got the hint I didn't want to talk to him but he kept going. "So how long have you known Liam?" "A few months." I said slowly nodding pushing my lips together "And you're touring with them?" "Yes?" at this point i was more curious with what he wanted to talk about but Liam caught my eye. He was strutting around on stage looking towards us, he gave me a confused look but I just shrugged indicating I didn't know what was going on. "I'm going to head to the toilet" I said with a polite smile.

In reality I wanted to get away from the strange man, confused as to who he was. I grabbed my bag and starting walking towards the stage door pulling out my packet of cigarettes. I don't know how long I was stood out here but got snapped back into reality when I heard cheers emerge from inside the stadium. Before I could even open the door my body clashed with someone else's. "What are you doing out here" I recognised the voice, it was Noel. "Oh, I just needed some fresh air..." Noel lit his own cig and stared at my face to see if I was lying. I mean I wasn't lying. "Liam saw you talking to Mike..." "Who's Mike?" "The new tour manager" … Then it hit me, that's why he was asking me so many questions, and that's why I didn't recognise him. "Liam's not happy" he scoffed in annoyance "Well how was I supposed to know who he is" "I don't know" he just shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette. Noel and I barley talk, not because we didn't like each other, just because I knew what part I played being out here with them. "Bye." I opened the door and walked straight towards the green room. I don't know why Liam would be mad, all I did answer his questions. I pushed open the door hearing bickering coming from inside the room. "Ah there she is" I snapped out of my trance when I heard the man from before announced me walking in. I gave them all a sly smile until I saw Liam looking miserable on the sofa. I walked over to him, to ask him what was up but he didn't seem to talk but his body language told me everything, Noel was right he wasn't happy.

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We all got back into the tour bus one by one. I sat down next to Liam who still hasn't said a word. "Y/N, can we have a chat please" my head shot up at the sound of my name being called. It was Mike.

"Um Sure". Before I got up I looked over at Liam to see him now sad? Why would he be sad. He gave me a reassuring nod telling me to go while taking a swig from his bottle.

"So I need to talk to you about something" "Oh uh sure, what is it" "After tomorrows show you're leaving" "What?" "I said you're leaving" "But why?" "It's a bad look for you and a bad look for them" "For them!!! They're rock n roll stars for god sake. they're the biggest band in the world, everyone loves their look" "As their new manager I need you to go" I looked at him in disbelief, this was so out of the blue "Well they didn't want you anyways!" "LIAR!".

A/N : Im sorry if this is bad; I haven't written in ages and wanted to do something based off of my favourite movie!