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The smile of a man who got back his audience of one

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manchester night 2 hand holding (x)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oasis (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liam Gallagher/Noel Gallagher, Noel Gallagher/Diane McGrory Characters: Noel Gallagher, Liam Gallagher (Oasis), Diane McGrory Summary:

Noel meets meets a girl in a pub who just might be the solution to his little problem.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oasis (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liam Gallagher/Noel Gallagher, Noel Gallagher/Diane McGrory Characters: Noel Gallagher, Liam Gallagher (Oasis), Diane McGrory Summary:

Noel meets meets a girl in a pub who just might be the solution to his little problem.

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helloo.. I hope you are doing very well !!

I started reading some of your works and I must say your writing is very good and I really enjoyed reading them 😭 I get hooked with the Noel/Molly fic and I wanted to know if at some point you plan to resume that work? Any decision you make is understandable. And I hope you can read this soon...

Wish you the best ♡︎

I've been absent, sorry for not replying!

Theoretically I'd like to continue writing! Real life has gotten in the way. But in the best way. Thank you so much for your message! I'm so happy you enjoyed reading

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I admire tremendously your work 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 stops de clocks is my favorite fic. Such a great piece.

Thank you so much! That's lovely to read.

It was fun to write.

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I just thought I'd post this snippet from TTW

I've been thinking about Brian a lot lately. Obviously.

Then he saw him. He was inching towards John. One step forward, two back. His hair in his eyes, his eyes piercing blue. A face round and babyish despite the full beard. The buttons of his floral shirt strained against his massive stomach. John felt a strange panicking tightness in his temples. He pressed the bridge of his nose, adjusted his glasses.

"John. Have you met Brian Wilson?" a man at his elbow asked.

He looked at him steadily for a moment before answering, "I haven't. Why don't you introduce us? The honour would be all mine."

He remembered the way his stomach churned when he first heard Pet Sounds, the keening sound of Brian’s voice during “Caroline, No”. They’d been stoned out of their minds and he’d reached, instinctively, for Paul’s hand. Felt the shape of each finger. Paul had sucked in his breath as if he wanted to say something but nothing had come out. His eyes had glittered with tears.

“Yeah,” John had said.

“Yeah.”

It had been like Wilson was spilling everything. Leaving no piece of himself unexplored. Naked. John had wanted to do that, too. Turn himself inside out. Raw.

And now here he stood, with a shaky, crooked smile and that shy gaze.

“I’m Brian.” He offered John his left hand. He was bouncing a bit on his toes like a kid about to open his birthday presents. “I’m just… It’s… John Lennon… an honour…”

“It’s me,” John agreed, offering him a smile. “You know, I remember the first time I heard Pet Sounds. Really blew my mind, man.”

He took Brian's hand in his own, shook it firmly.

"Yeah?" Brian sounded hopeful, happy. "You know, I saw your Paul a couple months ago?"

(His Paul.

Paul's hand in his.

It's so sad. It's so sad. It's so sad.

It's so sad to watch a sweet thing die.)

"Paul always said without Pet Sounds we never could have done Sgt Pepper."

Brian nodded in contentment, swaying to a song only he seemed to hear. "He played 'She's Leaving Home' for me once, on the piano." He mimed striking the keys.

Paul had told him about that. The way he'd played it, then grinned. "Better hurry up, Bri... better hurry up."

Then the break. The crash. Smile left unfinished. John could relate. He wasn't three hundred pounds heavy. Wasn't lost, yelling at voices only he could hear. But he understood throwing it all away. Harry told him he'd seen Wilson at The Troubadour in a bathrobe and slippers, he'd wandered up onto the stage and started to sing “Bebop-a-Lula”. A man after John's own heart.

"‘God Only Knows’," John said before he could stop himself. "It's his favourite."

Brian smiled nervously. "Yeah he told me that. But I was like...no way I wrote a song and it’s Paul McCartney's favourite!"

"Paul wouldn't lie," he lied.

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noel being a little weirdo <3

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