#lennon gallagher x fem!reader

[lgwifey]

getting older part five

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

warnings : n/a

part one part two part three part four

2022

It was Saturday, Saturday morning.

Near eight-thirty five, Saurday morning.

Y/n had been woken up by clattering outside. She'd found out that the block of apartments across from her's where going to be having work done on their roof starting tomorrow, today they where just putting the scaffolding up.

She didn't live anywhere too fancy, it was a nice neighbourhood of run down 80s council estate flats which had been bought by a developer a decade back and refurbished.

She moved out of her dad's house when she was seventeen, moved into this place on her £500 a month sallary from small modeling jobs.

At first she had lived there with Lennon. They split the costs, it made it more managable to pay for the overpriced London housing. But when they both became more well known to more inclusive brands, Lennon moved out. They where going to both moved out, each get a apartment near each other in a better part of the city, but y/n had already made a home there.

Plus, it wasn't a bad flat and it was only her living there, so it wasn't as though she was running out of space or squashed.

It was too chilly of a morning to be walking about in the thin, satin pyjamas, so y/n had immediatly grabbed one of the hoodies off of her floor and searched the depths of her sock draw for some of her hiking socks, from when Gene went on a fitness spree and made them all climb up Snowdon in the October weather.

When she came to think about it, she didn't actually hate that day, like she always told Gene. Sure, she started her period early and had to climb the sheep infested rock whilst she was pratically dying from cramps, and they had to get the train back down because Thalia had an asthma attack when they reached the halfway point, and Lennon was hungover and nearly fell of the side of the mountain. All in all, it was a total shipwreck of a day out, but it was a little bit fun. Not that she'd ever admit that to Gene.

Her mind paused as she felt herself laugh a little. Why was she suddenly remenising everything ?!

She pulled the hoodie, which happened to be another one of Gene's which he had 'borrowed', this one was from a night out when her dress was refusing to protect her from the cold.

"Alexa, play 2000s indie rock." "Playing station, noughties indie rock."

She muttered a thanks to the machine before rolling the socks up to slide them on, and once they where on, throwing her folded pyjama bottoms back straight.

When she realised she wouldn't be able to hear the dot in her bedroom, she stopped it.

The model catwalk strolled through the open doors to her kitchen to find a bottle of the smoothie Gene had totally butchered the day before. She wasn't one for throwing away perfectly good food and drink.

"Alex, wait no, Echo connect to Y/f/n's iphone" "Searching... Connecting to Y/f/n's iphone... Connected."

"Merci Beaucoup."

As she scrolled and tapped her phone to find her favourate Spotify playlist, the one filled with breakup songs which was hidden under the concerning amount of true crime, girl's beauty, general waffle and ancient history podcasts. After second thoughts, she clicked onto one of her favourate true crime podcasts and played the episode which was based on the Kray Twins, having been obsessed with the gangsta siblings since Tom Hardy played them in Legend when she was fourteen. She had already listened to it twice but always found that she would end up hearing a fact that she hadn't picked up on the first time round.

As she listened to the slightly annoying Bristol accent start talking, y/n opened up the rustic red bread bin which was sat on the worktop counter and dropped two peices of the bread her mum always freshly made for her, once her daughter left home Debbie made sure to drop by every other day 'just to drop off a loaf of bread', into the more modern designed, bright red toaster.

As her breakfast began to toast, she tapped onto her insta to see if anyone had updated their stories or pages, if they hadn't then she could always resort to some good ol' fashioned 'stalking people you went to school with to take the mick out of them'.

As y/n clicked off King Alfred's Year Eleven slag's account, a text came through from Lennon.

"Dad's for dinner 6:30 . U and gene and together still"

Gene had a hold of Y/n as they arrived back in the dining room, Molly having had left a few minutes before them so that they could act out the situation they had thought up.

Just a simple situation which would infuriate Lennon, well hopefully infuriate Lennon.

The younger man's arm rested around her waist, the metallic black fabric being slightly dissheveled.

Lennon was the first to catch sight of the 'couple' when they reappeared after their twenty minutes of dissappearing. That meant that he was the first one to catch sight of y/n's faded out lips and the slightly rose tint around his brother's mouth. The slight tint which ran a trail over his cheeks and neck.

Upon seeing the expression on her brother's face, Molly held off a smirk from her face.

Liam caught onto their presence once they had seated themselves.

The chairs had been pushed in from where they had left them so the sound of the wooden floor having something pushed along it awared the rest of the table to y/n and Gene.

"Had some fun ?"

The time had arrived.

Gene gave an annoyed side eye to where Molly sat, slightly hunched over with her hand over the bottom half of her face.

"I wish."

Y/n lightly smacked him up the side of his head, pulling him to sit down in the chair beside her.

"So, Jane" Y/n took a sip out of her crystalised glass, the lightly shaded pink liquid slipping down her throat like it had been doing all day. "Why d'you like our Lens then ?"

Jane looked over to where she was sat with large eyes, completely shook by the question. Before she could open her mouth to answer, the Taylor was already blabbing on.

Gene and Molly where holding in laughter whilst Liam pretending nothing out of the usual was happening, Debbie sat excluding herself from the conversation in hopes she wouldn't laugh too loud and Lennon glaring at his friend as she made hand gestures and almost knocked a full glass of white wine over Molly.

"Because, sure he could be considered attractive but why do you actually like him."

"Y/n/n, I think you've had enough now-"

"No it's alright babe."

The evening continued like that, y/n coming up with bizzare question which interigated Jane and annoyed Lennon. Sometimes Liam, Molly and Gene joined in whilst Debbie attempted to discourage them.

masterlist / part six

#gene gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #lennon gallagher x fem!reader #lennon gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher #oasis #nepotism baby #nepotism #roger taylor #roger taylor x daughter!reader

[sirenlulls]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

i will write — fem & gender neutral!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pregnancy & parent fics, social media aus

i won't write — drastic age gaps (5-10+ years depending on the character), eating disorders, self harm, suicide, toxic relationships, major nsfw, character x character fics

who i write for ↓

( youtubers ) wroetoshaw, miniminter, calfreezy, chrismd, george clarke, theburntchip, arthurtv.

( formula 1 ) charles leclerc, carlos sainz, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll.

( celebrities ) timothée chalamet, zendaya, florence pugh, jack champion, harry styles, alex turner, elijah hewson, robert keating, josh jenkinson, ryan mcmahon, gene gallagher, lennon gallagher, damon albarn, graham coxon

requests are open!

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[lunarwts]

rules and guidelines ༄

requests are open!

what i do write: fem and gender neutral! reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, minor smut, fics, drabbles, headcanons, social media aus

what i don’t write: self harm/suicide, eating disorders, physical abuse, large age gaps, non-conensual situations, pregnancy complications, toxic relationships, character x character fics

who i write for:

youtubers - sidemen, calfreezy, chrismd, george clarkey

celebrities - inhaler, gene gallagher, lennon gallagher

+ more to be added!!!

please send requests through asks rather than dms <3

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[lgwifey]

getting older part two

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warning : none ?. Gene being a babe.

part one

2022

"Hi, it's y/n/n. Sorry I can't get your call but make sure to leave a voice message or text me. Okay, bye babes."

Y/n layed curled up under the disshevled duvet on the queen sized bed. She listened to he voicemails from last night, tears blocking up her eyes as she stared off into space.

It was mainly Lennon's voice on the messages. Gene had left one to tell her to call or text whenever she got up, Thalia left two before filling up her friend's whatsapp up with voice recordings, very amusing and slurred voice recordings.

She listened to the phone buzz before Lennon's voice appeared again.

A small tear fell out of her right eye and down her face horizonally, onto the plush cushion underneath her head.

Her emotions where stumbled, she didn't know whether right now she angry with him because he was too scared to stand up to his new girlfriend and tell her that they where friends, whether she was upset he threw her off to his little brother 'missus' or whether she should just be acting casually, she refused to be one of those control freak girl-bestfriends that everyone posts about on TikTok and his relationships only last a few months maximum anyways. She'd opted for staying in bed for as long as possible and letting her mood swing like a monkey in a kid's jungle book.

Her sobbing session was interrupted when a fist hit her flat door and Lennon's eighth message ended.

She out a whine, letting her knotted y/h/c hair fall messily over her pillows as she turned over and face-planted into the light green rectangular pillow, a slight marking of last night's smudged makeup printing onto the fabric.

Another knock hit and y/n found herself reluctantly crawling out of bed, opening her bedroom door and shuffling her feet over to the front door, her black silk pyjama bottoms dragging across the floor as she did so.

It took her a second to unlock the door, having to work up the social skill ability to talk to whoever was on the other side.

When she did finally open it, a sympathetic expressioned Gene stood on the other side of the doorway, a bag from her local brunch resteraunt in his hand.

He held the bag up with a awkward smile.

"Late breakfast ?"

Y/n let a lazy smile fall on her lips, moving out of the way to Gene could enter the flat.

The twenty year old shut the door behind him, slipping off his trainers and following the messy haired girl to her open kitchen and dining area.

His eyes lingered on her figure as her hips swayed and the black camisole top she wore  showed off her middrift slightly.

As he dropped the green logoed bag on the counter top, y/n threw a hoddie over her torso. She turned to give Gene a confused look as he gave a gasp, turning and finding him pounting at the fluffy nike hoodie.

"I've been looking for that for three months you minx."

She gave a bashful laugh, pulling up the sleeves to uncover her hands so she could eat one of the layers of the barm Gene had gotten her.

"Sorry, you can have it back ."

"Nah, it's fine. I bought a new one a couple of weeks ago."

They sat for a while in silence, both eating and scrolling through their phones. Y/n raised an eyebrow when she watched an instagram notification pop up on her screen.

@genegallagher has mentioned you in a story

She tapped on the box and the stories appeared from last night and apparently that morning. She clicked through the pictures, one of her slouched in her dress at Lennon's flat before the awards show, a video of her sat with Lennon's arm on her shoulders whilst she chugged a bottle and finally a picture of her munching on her late breakfast with the caption 'finally found my missing hoodie' over her.

"Ew. Gene I look like a total slob."

She turned her phone around to show him the last picture, to which he just gave a small laugh.

"Nah, you look cute."

He scrunched the wrapping from his food up and threw it into the bin in the corner of the kitchen, turning to face y/n again where she was pulling a face at her phone.

"What's up ?"

The older woman raised her eyeline over the mobile, looking Gene in the eye. She gave a pout as she huffed and put her phone face up on the table, showing the younger boy a post.

A post from Lennon's acount.

"Wait. Wait but-"

"But he never posts."

Gene sat, lost for words. His mouth open and closed slightly as he went to speak before pausing and deciding to not share his thoughts which probably wouldn't be helpful to y/n at the moment.

"I- "

"D'you want to talk about it ?"

He clicked the phone off and left it on the table. He swiftly slid onto the chair which was between them, taking a hold of one of her sleeve covered hands and wrapping his other arm around her in a side hug type of manner. Y/n felt herself subconciously fall into Gene, she didn't mean to let her emotions take over her actions but it seemed that she couldn't help it at the moment.

"I don't know what, what to talk about."

A tear fell down her left cheek, falling into the crook of her nose causing her to wipe it away.

"I don't -"

Gene rubbed small circles on her arm as she gave heavy breaths after cutting herself off with a sob.

"It's just-"

"Just breathe y/n/n. You know you can tell me anything."

She gave a nod, holding onto his hand which was holding onto hers.

"Yeah, yeah of course I know that Gene. You're always there for me."

She rested her head on his shoulder, shifting her chair closer to his and closing her eyes as she tryed to think of how to word her thoughts outloud for him to understand.

"I guess, I guess i'm just confused. It's always been me and Lennon. Sure there's Thali and I love her as well don't get me wrong, but nursery, primary, secondary, college, it's always been me and Lennon. Why is she so important now ?"

"I think it's love."

The words slipped out accidentally and Gene knew he'd messed up when y/n's head jolted up. Her eyes became waterlogged again and her lip quivered.

"Love ?"

Her voice broke as she spoke to him, eyelashes damped with tears and nose shining red from her previous crying sessions. Gene's next words where laced with panic and rush.

"But y'know, it's Lennon, it's probably just a fling and he was probably just drunk."

He mouth was too tired from the mentally draining days events to open for the moment, leaving her to respond with a dehearted hum as her eyes dulled and her lip dropped into a nuteral frown. She spoke after a few seconds of silence, pout still prominent on her lips.

"I always though I'd be the one he posted."

She worked up the energy to mumble a small sentence, Gene responding to her with a sad smile.

"I feel bad. I'm making him out to be the bad guy, he's not. Urgh, i'm just being hormonal, forget I said anything."

She rubbed her face with her hands, hiding it in the large hoodie sleeves as she fought with herself over how she was supposed to feel.

"Nonsence, just let it all out, you'll feel better."

She gave him a grateful smile, uncovering her face so he could see it. Using both of her hands, she held his left on inbetween them and leant forward to leave a soft peck on the boy's cheek.

"You really are the best Gene. You're always there for me."

She pulled her phone from the table, unlocking it and pointing it at the younger Gallagher brother.  Before he knew it, Gene had had a picture of his squished face, y/n's painted fingers squishing his cheeks together so he had a squashed fish pout.

She let out a manic laugh at his expression in the photo before quickly tapping on her phone's keyboard and senting the picture to her instagram story.

She sheilded her phone from him the entire time but soon his own lit up with a notification for the app and he could see what he expected to be a monstrosity.

@y/n/ntaylor has mentioned you in a story

He opened the phone and clicked on the cartoon filtered profile picture of Lennon and y/n which was circled, pulling up her singular photoed story.

revenge is sweet @genegallagher xx

He let out a small, crooked smile at the broken laugh that fell from her lips .

He was always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, to take away the misery that Lennon was oblivious to. He was begging that soon she'd realise.

masterlist / part three

#fem!reader #lennon gallagher x fem!reader #lennon gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher #gene gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #nepo baby #nepotism #taylor!reader

[lgwifey]

getting older part four

platonic!lennon gallgher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

warnings : possibly spelling errors, alcohol abuse, unreturned love *sobs*

part one / part two / part three

2022

At eleven am Gene was awoke by his phone blaring gold digger. Not his song of choice, a joke from Lennon a few months ago, which he was still trying to figure out how to fix.

"Hi y/n/n?"

He pulled himself to be sitting up against the cushioned headboard when he knew this wasn't going to be a quick call.

The girl's sobs echoed through the mobile, a slured voice soon following.

"Hiya Babes ! I think i've dislocated my jaw."

She let out a hiccup, a thump echoing into his ear at what he expected to be her head giving up holding itself up and smacking against a wall.

"Y/n/n, you wouldn't be able to speak if you dislocated your jaw ? It's literally not even the afternoon yet, how are you drunk."

He'd been out with her enough times to know that when she'd had a few she started feeling her bones hurt or dislocated. Every single time she would complain that she couldn't feel her teeth, and then cry because her jaw felt wrong.

"Correction Gene babes, i'm tipsy, and that's kinda the thing. So, y'know hoe -sorry- how Lennon said I wasn't allowed to get drunk today because we have to go to you dads ?"

She perked up a bit after finding out that she hadn't dislocated her jaw and was infact perfectly put together, well physically, mentally she was a wreck. Her tone varied and dragged out on different words are she though of how to pronounce the next few letters she could see in her mind.

"Yes ?"

He gave a slight sigh. His index and thumb rubbed his temple as he was reminded how childish the pair could be at times.

"Well he was annoying me so i've decided i'm gonna annoy him back."

"Wow y/n/n, you're really mature."

He rolled his eyes at the intoxicated woman, rubbing his hair out of his face as he slouched back under the covers.

"Whatever. Anyway, I then realised that getting drunk alone in my flat is kinda sad as fuck, so can you come over ?"

She was basically begging his at this point and Gene set his mind back to everytime Lennon would get a girlfriend.

Most of his brother's relationships where nothing to write home about, but every once in a while he'd find a girl he really liked. She'd end up meeting the family, which at this point included y/n. She would end up resorting to spending excess amounts of time with Gene in a way to loose the memory of her best friend finding someone he viewed as more important.

Coming to think of it, he was sick of being her last resort.

Her back-up Gallagher brother.

"Gene please."

"I'll be over in twenty, yeah?."

"Thank you Gene, you're always there for me. Love you so much right now."

The connection cut off after they muttered a thousand goodbyes and see you soons and Gene let out an unsteady breath once he was sure she wouldn't be able to hear him.

you're always there for me

He was always there for her.

Lennon wasn't, but he was.

He was sick of being her last resort, but he would never decline being it.

He dragged himself back out from underneath the comforting duvet, sticking one of his feet out first before retreating back under the warmth. Soon enough, he was showered, dressed and on his way in an uber to Y/n's. He stuffed some spare clothes and spray in a backpack since he usually ended up staying too long at her flat. They where going the same place later so they'd probably end up heading there together.

The girl on the apartment's reception gave him a flirtacious smile as he rushed past her to the corridoor where the lifts where situated. He could hear her co-worker giving her shit for it as he moved further away, since the ground floor was so sparce of people.

"He ignores you every time Lucy."

"Shut up."

He kind of felt bad that he never paid her any attention. Most of the time he was too busy getting to y/n to even give her a side glance. He knew how much it hurt being ignored, being ignored by someone he had adored since he was fifthteen.

"Hiya y/n/n !"

He dropped the spare key for her flat back into his pocket, slipping off his trainers and closing the pale door behind him before making his way into the kitchen.

His brows pulled as he looked around to room in confusion, the model being no where to be seen. The confusion was quickly replaced with a small heart attack when half a head popped up over the counter, y/n's sour expression soon following her appearance.

"What's the matter ?"

His voice gave a sympathetic tone as he strolled over to the other side of the kitchen island where he found an empty carten of ice-cream and a multitude of plastic fruit boxes, the contained fruit having been devourered before he arrived.

The alcohol which had started his journey here was on the otherside of the island. Half a dozen empty bottles stood up on the floor with a matt black bottle opener and the metal tops surrounding them.

The girl only replyed with a huff, soon pulling out her phone a dazily opening it to reveal a post of someone.

Gene quickly recognised the girl being Jane. He didn't need an explaination off y/n as to why she was annoyed at Lennon and therefore attempting to drink herself into a stuper, the black leather which drowned the blonde's body was enough for him to sence that his brother had either forgotten that y/n had instagram or forgotten that he had 'borrowed' her coat in December.

18:49

Y/n stumbled out of the BMW uber with help from Gene. Her dress rolled up slightly, causing her to pull it back down once she had fixed her bright red Medusa handbag onto her shoulder.

Lennon hadn't awared her of the dresscode for tea. It was at Liam's so it wasn't top class fancy, bit she also didn't want to turn up looking like a slouch who didn't make any effort.

She had spent the early hours of the afternoon forcing Gene to help her stalk Jane's instagram and pinterest whilst they carried on drinking whatever they could find in her cupboards and bedroom. They ended up having to stop by a tesco express on the way to Gene's dad's since they'd ran out of the prosseco she was going to take with her.

"Ever the gentleman babes."

Gene gave her a grin as they started walking up to the house.

"You sure that was a good choice still ?"

He gave an amused laugh as he watched her struggling to walk without the tight red material crawling up her legs.

Her dress had a low neckline and a short skirt. It was paired with a pair over platformed whote doc marten boots and her medusa bag. Small diamonds danced across her neckline and down from her peirced ear lobes, studs peiced into her ear further up. Three earings in her right ear and four in her left.

"No comment."

Her hand smacked his shoulder as they reach the front door, Liam already waiting for them with a pained expression on his features.

"Alright dad ?"

"Imma fuckin' kill that lad."

The pair held in bursts of laughter as they where let into the house, Liam following them after putting out his cig.

Lennon and Jane where already in the livingroom. Molly slouched on the otherside of the room in the chair closest to the wood burner as she glugged down a full glass of wine, desperation flooding her face.

"Oh, we brought these Dad."

Gene handed the two bottles of pink liquid to Liam who gladly took them. He immediatly walked out of the room, muttering about going seeing if Debbie was okay.

It was only a few seconds later that he appeared with the bottles again, popping his head through the small gap left between the door and it's frame.

"What's with the-"

"Oh sorry, got thirsty."

Y/n gave a awkward smile and a sheepish look to the singer who just laughted at her, disappearing out of the room again with a small smile on his lips.

He begged that that girl never changed. Begged she always stayed little y/n/n Taylor.

"I can't believe you're already tipsy y/n/n."

"Mate you should have seen her before."

Gene sat in one of the armchairs, Y/n sat on it's chiffon arm.

Lennon had sent them a text a few minutes before they had showed up to remind the pair that Jane thought they where dating. Y/n had decided that she was, as completely fair payback, going to make this the most miserable night of Lennon's life.

masterlist / part five

#fem!reader #gene gallagher x fem!reader #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #gene gallagher fluff #lennon gallagher #lennon gallagher x fem!reader #lennon gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #nepotism baby #nepotism #taylor!reader

[lgwifey]

PLAYING HAPPY FAMILIES

2000!liam gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : Just a comfortable night at Peggy's where Y/n finally admits to herself that her life isn't bad in her totally obscure situation.

Warning : mention of od

MASTERLIST

2000

Y/n hated kids, always had, so how she ended up carrying a 6 month old down a council estate's street she'd never know.

The child clung onto her side as she carried him, sheilding his face from the cameras and press, the ones that where following them down the street like fleas do a wild dog, and the usual March weather's chaotic wind. Liam didn't care too much for Lennon's face being smothered over the news pages but y/n knew Patsy wasn't too fond of him being photographed without her permission so she tryed her best to keep him covered with her unzipped bomber jacket's side.

As she past a group of children playing on the street corner, a girl with a Pink Floyd top and a pair of black jogger bottoms caught her eyes, reminded her of herself when she was younger.

Y/n didn't grow up in what would be considered a 'normal' family, she grew up to two teenage punks in the 70s. She had a tough start to life like most people who lived in the scouse council estates, like those boring inspirational lifestories you see people give, the whole 'I made it and so can you' thingamajig that you get shown in year 10 to try and make you work harder. Urgh, the thought of being asked to make one of those things sent an unwelcomed shiver down her spine. Anyways, she'd had a tough start in life but managed to make herself one of the richest, self-made female musicians in the UK. Her albums sold out as soon as their pre-release came out and every month she found herself in the top twenty hits.

Pulled out of her mind by a voice calling her, she realised she'd arrived at Peggy's gate, a smirking Mancunian leaning on the short brick wall holding his hand out to his son.

" 'ello monster."

Lennon reached across to his dad, his koala grip leaving y/n as he was passed over to the man on the otherside of the wall, y/n soon following after and crawling over the red bricks, discarding the metal gate.

", Birdy."

Liam mumbled the word, the greating to the woman who had been pulled into his body. On his left was his girlfriend and in his right was his son, his two favourate people in the world with him. His voice was mumbled due to his lips being pressed up against y/n's blush pink lipsticked ones, but the cold wind fell upon them almost immediatly after he spoke. Y/n had pulled herself away from the man slightly, close enough to be holding his torso still but far enough that he wouldn't be kissing her anymore. He looked down, eyebrows pulled in confusion at her pouted and angry look, her accent becoming broader.

"Don't fuckin' 'Birdy' me lad. Don't pet at me like all those other girls. "

Liam appologised quickly, pulling her back to his side whilst Lennon poked both of them as if to direct them back inside his nan's house.

Loud crying flooded the small house's rooms.

The three grown ups downstairs trying to watch the soap playing on the tele, well Liam and Peggy watching it, y/n wasn't paying attention to whatever was playing, she busied herself with the screen of her laptop, the song on it's open document needing to be finished and the spree of emails her manager was flooding her with for some reason.

Since her band broke up last year, y/n had focused herself on her solo career and for the past few months, helping out with Lennon.

Another few seconds of wailing hit the silent room, the only other noise being the television and sometimes clicking from the laptop. Y/n near slammed the lid which was letting out a glow shut and shifted herself off of the couch her and Liam where sat on.

"Birdy, don't bother. He'll put himself back to sleep in a minute."

Y/n shot a glare at her boyfriend before leaving the room and skipping her way up the stairs. The doorway was cracked open slightly in the room where the crying was being emitted from and as she fully entered the place she found it to stumble slightly. The cries turning into whimpers.

Lennon stood up, leaning against the light brown crib he was suposed to be asleep in. His blankets had all been pushed to a side, a teddy rabbit sitting ontop of them all like they where it's throne. His face was blotched red, lip covered in dribbling siliva.

"Aww Lennon babe,"

She pulled him up from the bed, pulling his body against her so she could carry him downstairs. He was like a little hot water bottle. Y/n made sure to grab a hold of the rabbit and a blanket, throwing them to balance over her shoulder.

"What's wrong bugs ?"

She pulled Lennon up to rest on her hip, he looked up at her with his blue eyes watered and snot smothered over his face.

Babies.

Honestly if it was anyone else she wouldn't be doing it, no way !

She grabbed one of the babywipes from the chester draws close by and carefully cleaned his face, kissing his forehead after whilst he fellinto her chest, resting his head seeing how his eyes where still half awake.

She carefully carried him down to the livingroom, making sure not to jump too much so he wouldn't tumble fully awake again.

The y/h/c woman slouched back on her side of the couch, moving her laptop to the coffee table infront of her so it wouldn't break. As she did so, Liam gave her an unimpressed look. As much as she'd hate to admit it, Y/n had no backbone when it came to the 6 month old.

"Birds, I said leave him."

Y/n ignored him, pulling Lennon up from his layed position so he was close but facing her.

"Is your daddy mean ? Did the mean man want you to stay upstairs ?"

"Babe he's fine by himself, he would've calmed down soon."

Y/n made faces at Lennon, pretending to mock Liam and causing small squeels of laughter to errupt from Lennon.

Within ten minutes of being downstairs, Lennon was out cold in his step-mum's arms. His arms held his teddy and one of y/n's fingers and the light blue, Man City baby blanket was gently sitting ontop of his body, a babygrowed foot sticking out from it.

Y/n hadn't returned to her work, she just sat comfortably with the infant in her arms. She didn't bother tuning too much into the soap seeing how she didn't have a clue what was going on in it. Liam had attempted to break the distance between them by throwing an arm over her shoulder, he expected her to glare at him when he did it but, surprisingly, she just rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/n hadn't felt this peaceful in quite a while. To be honest, it felt like she hadn't had a break since 1991, the year she became well known by the media. She was fifthteen at the time, guitarist and backing vocals from her band Rogue. It only lasted seven years, vocalist ODed so they split. The following months after that was spent mourning, it was as though by the end of the year she was just suposed to get over it. How was she suposed to just get over her bestfriend since Year Five dieing ? 1999 was when she met Liam. She honestly didn't know he had a son or a wife, he didn't mention it for the first month and she had to find out for herself when a newspaper with the three plastered on the front of was brought to her by one of her friends and ex-bandmates. All the drama that followed that left her near death, the newspapers printing her and Liam when they where out, she still didn't know how they got pictures, then there was the sleepless nights in fear someone would smash her windows in for breaking the couple apart. Patsy fans literally attacked her when she was walking down the street, Pasty herself was surprisingly calm with the situation and mainly blamed Liam.

"What'cha thinking 'bout ?"

Liam lent his head onto of hers, making sure not to nudge Lennon awake.

Y/n looked up at him the best she could before giving up and looking forwards in a daydream like state. They where talking in whispers as to not distract Peggy who was stil in her armchair watching the tele.

"Nothin' ,"

She sat them up, adjusting Lennon who was slipping down a bit.

"When's Noel gonna get here tomorrow ?"

"He said he'd be here by dinner."

"Lunch-Dinner or Tea-Dinner ?"

She had been finding it confusing how different places called it different things, both of the couple having to change their dialogues slightly whilst living in London.

"Lunch-Dinner."

" 'ight."

They sat in a comfortable silence of leaning against each other and Liam rubbing patterns on her arm before Liam spoke up, checking the grandfather clock hung on the wall first.

" Think we'll be heading up mam."

They where all in Liam and Noel's old room, the couple squasged into Liam's single bed whilst Lennon had his travel cot set up next to it.

When she came to think about it, as much as she'd never have expected to, y/n didn't mind playing happy families.

#liam gallagher x reader #oasis #90s #liam gallagher #2000!liam gallagher #lennon gallagher #patsy kensit #noel gallagher #singer!reader #musician!reader #oasis x reader #fem!reader #britpop #liam gallagher fluff #liam and noel

[lgwifey]

getting older

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : in which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warning :

Y/n/n : your nickname (character goes by a nickname instead of her full name)

Thalia Watts : oc - portrayed by Alice Pagani

2005

Five year old y/n ran away from the pack of boys who where chasing after her in the sectioned off Reception playground of King Alfred's.

"Y/n/n !"

Two shouts from the blonde haired, six year old Lennon echoed after her. Three boys followed their designated pack leader.

She stopped, doubling over and leaning her palms on her thighs, her navy blue and white gingham sun-dress scruffling up a bit.

Lennon tapped her shoulder lightly. She spun around to face him, folding over her arms and huffing at him.

"Why d'you keep running off y/n/n, we just want to play football."

"I can't play with you anymore, you're a boy."

"So ?"

Lennon tryed to walk closer to her, kicking the rock solid foamy floor with the front and sides of his scuffy black shoes as he walked.

Y/n paniced, her first reaction being to swing her leg and cause her black buckled Lelli-Kelly boots to contact Lennon's knees.

A loud gasp echoed through the playground from the door of the Reception class, the small group's heads turning to their teacher stood gawping. Within a second, the middle aged woman began storming over to the children.

"Y/n Taylor, young ladies do not kick people !"

The shout attracted the rest of the class' attention, everyone swizzling around to look at the group which 'was ran by' Lennon Gallagher.

Her eyes watered up at the sight of the teacher getting closer. Lennon wasn't paying attention, he was sat on the colourful floor crying over his bruising right knee.

A loud whine echoed through the playground as her wrist was gripped onto and the pair of children where dragged inside by the vampire-like teacher. Lennon limped at a quick pace whilst y/n was pratically running in order to keep up with the woman who was dragging her across the playground.

The two children where situated by the harsh woman onto the blue plastic chairs outside the headteacher's office and a minute or two, or an hour in children time, past before the demon teacher reappeared, ignoring the rockstars' children and walking away back to the class of five and six year olds in a huff.

Another three minutes past, or in Lennon's mind five hours of utter bordom, before the headmaster appeared. He crouched down infront of Lennon and y/n before speaking to them.

"Y/n, Lennon your parents have had to be called in because of the incident, they will be here soon."

Her lip wobbled and despite her prior actions Lennon wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder.

The headteacher looked sympathetically to the pair, offering to go and get their jumper, cardigan, bookbags and coats whilst they waited for their parents, informing them that they'll be being sent home soon. By the time their items had been given to them, Liam had arrived.

Lennon was buttoning the blue cardigan over y/n's sun-dress while she continued to sob, being set off by her failing to properly do the white flower buttons. He'd gotten over his scrapped knee quickly once his friend started crying.

The office woman, who would sneek the children haribos sometimes, let the Oasis vocalist into the securitied doors. Lennon smiled to his dad and Nicole as she carried four year old Gene on her hip.

"Alright kiddo."

Liam bend down and scuffed up Lennon's already messy hair.

Y/n let out a sob as the Gallagher's turned up, unintentionally gaining Nicole and Liam's attention.

"Oh Y/n/n, sweetie what's wrong ?"

Nicole put Gene on one of the plastic chairs, the toddler immediatly taking the oppurtunity to make a break for it, only to be picked back up by his dad after making it a meter from the chair.

Nicole wrapped her arms around the girl who cried more.

"Oh Y/n/n, your mum and dad will be here soon, don't worry."

After another ten minutes, Roger and Debbie where let into the primary section of the private school. The group where all immediatly all cartered off to the headteacher's office.

Lennon and y/n sat at the very front of the mahogany desk, y/n holding in tears and Lennon trying to silently comfort her.

Roger and Debbie sat either side of their daughter, Liam and Nicole doing the same with Lennon. Liam muttered complaints to his wife about the plastic children's chairs needing straps on them as he held Gene down, the toddler once again practicing his escape artist act.

"Now I only gave a brief explanation over the phone because I believe there isn't too much danger in what has happened,"

Y/n swizzled around in her chair as Liam scoffed only for Roger to shift her back to face forward, telling her to 'pay attention'.

", but we work very hard here at King Alfred's to maintain a zero bulling tolerance."

"Look, they where clearly just messing about. They're best mates, ain't ya y/n/n, Lens."

Liam leant forward in his chair, quickly grabbing back onto the back of Gene's parka coat and he tryed to jump off of the chair.

"Mr Gallagher, y/n kicked your son without agrivation and we must therefore list it as a concern."

The young girl started crying again, Lennon turning to her and holding her hand in an attempt to stop the streams of salty water flowing down her blotchy, red cheeks. He surprised the adults by speaking up in defence of the both of them.

"Y/n/n didn't do anything, we where just playing and I fell."

"Lennon, lying isn't a good trait. There where multiple people and security cameras who said y/n kicked you."

Lennon gave a huff, crossing his arms whilst still holding onto his friend's hand.

"Stop calling her y/n, she doesn't like it."

The group of parents stiffled smiles and laughs at Lennon's overprotective-ness of the younger girl, their headmaster quickly moving to a different subject after he was told off by a glaring six year old.

"Y/n, would you like to tell us why you kicked Lennon ?"

She immediatly burst back into tears. Through sobs she managed to get out translatable words.

"I, I don't wan-wanna bec-become a b-boy."

The adult all looked at her confused, Debbie held loosly onto Y/n's shoulder.

"Y/n/n hunny, what are you going on about ?"

"Marie said,"

She wiped tears off her face harshly with her cardigan sleeve, Lennon passing her a tissue off of the head teacher's desk to wipe her nose with,

"Marie said the reason I look like a boy is because I spend all my time with Lennon and his friends."

Roger looked confused.

"Y/n/n who says you look like a boy ?"

"E-Everyone."

She burst into tears again.

The adults looked to Lennon for answers as per usual.

He gave them a look as though it was basic knowledge before shaking his head disappointly and giving the parents an actual answer.

"The newspapers and magazines say it, they have big pictures of us on them and keep talking about how her hair's short and makes her look like a boy."

Y/n pointed to her hair, which had been attempted to be styled with a pair of glittery black bobbles that had pulled what little hair she had into pigtails, which resembled baby bull horns, and a black hairclip with a little silver bow on.

Liam pulled an eyebrow up, further confused as to where he'd found pop culture magazines. He asked him, gaining the responce of "mum hides them in her bathroom bin."

"Oh y/n/n , you're not going to become a boy because you're friends are boys."

"And you don't look like a boy because of your hair."

Roger added onto Debbie's sentence.

" 'ight,"

Liam pushed off the chair, quickly grabbing Gene and resting the struggling child on his hip,

"So, we've sorted everything out. Y/n/n booted Lennon because she didn't want to become a boy, she now knows she isn't going to suddenly turn into a boy and we're all good."

Y/n and Lennon nodded their heads and before the head teacher of the conjoint primary and secondary school could add any legalities into the meeting, Liam dragged everyone out off the office and to the carpark, wishing goodbye to the office lady who passed a packet of haribos to y/n and two to Lennon for him and Gene.

Before Lennon could manage to open both packets of sweets and scoff the lot, Liam grabbed the packet of starmix, leaving his older son with the cola bottles, and gave the half open packet to his escape artist of a son to distract him from trying to jump out of his arms whilst he walked to the car where he could finally capture him in a carseat.

Y/n calmly skipped alongside Lennon, ripping the heads off of her jelly-babies and chewing their insides before eating the top of the sweet.

Nicole, Debbie and Roger looked ahead at the kids, slightly concerned at the girl as they watched her decapitate her sweets and offer Lennon the de-attatched heads before he declined and she ate them herself.

"Is she -"

"I'm sure she'll grow out of it soon."

Nicole and Debbie nodded slowly.

Their attention was distracted by Gene, having finished his gummy sweets and begining to restart his escape attempts, launching himself towards the floor. Liam eventually regained control of the four year old. He stood him on the floor only to have Gene start flopping about on the concrete trying to wriggle free.

Lennon and y/n giggled at Lennon's younger brother acting like a fish, their hands re-attatched and swinging between them.

2022

A grimace fell upon her face as she tried to force herself through the masses of mediocre tiktokers who blocked her path of the Brit Award's red carpet.

Behind her, Thalia Watts clung onto her best friend's hand, the slightly smaller girl dragging them both through once she found a gab.

The two girls' heads flicked over to a group of bright flashes and even louder shouts as photographers for numberous magazines and newspapers begging the two women for at least one angle on both of their outfits. Thalia gave them all a wide smile, now being the one pulling Y/n to the cameras.

Soon enough the photographers where lapping up the stunning dresses the two girls adorned. Thalia angled herself carefully as she showed off the dark green velvet camisole dress which fell to the floor, stepping one of her feet out so the photos would show the thin silver heels studded with diamonds, the heels which she bought because they matched a necklace and earring set she had owned. Meanwhile, y/n modeled her creme tulle and satin dress which fell to her mid-calf and had a thin layer of white mesh scrunched over it. She didn't need to move her dress to show off the black strap heels which wrapped up her ankle and so stuck to modeling the main piece of clothing and the black leather jacket which was thrown over her shoulders.

After a minute or so, the next pair of nepotism babies came along, Lennon and Molly. Gene followed shortly behind his siblings, a stunned look on his face as he tried to catched another glimse of one of the bizarre outfits someone had chosen to wear.

Thalia and y/n stood to the side pactiently, smiles etched on their lips incase a camera moved.

Soon the Gallaghers decided they where done and Molly strutted off of the roped off spot and past the two models, giving a wave to them as she walked inside where her mum and brother where waiting for her. Lennon and Gene joined the girls as their sister waved, Lennon wrapping an arm around y/n's waist, dodging the unbuckled jacket, as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Evening Grim Reaper."

"Yeah whatever Chucky's Bride."

She gave a gasp of faux offence, slapping his suit jacket covered arm as the four started walking into front doors of the O2.

Deja looked up to Lennon as they walked. He remained oblivious as the smaller girl studied his face, butterflies growing in her stomach and lungs as she watched his eye. The pale blue irises with their atlantic blue dashes and the thick, murky blue line which surrounded the colour sent shivers through her, good shivers.

"Oh, i've got someone for you to meet by the way."

He had addressed all of the small group but Gene and Thalia where the only ones who actually understood what he meant, sending each other a worried look once they'd noticed how y/n's facial expressions had stayed the same.

"Okay. Oh, youse get a table and just text me where it is, i'll get drinks before the bar gets completely blocked."

The tall, black haired woman waved to the other three as she set off in the direction of the alcohol supply, slipping through the maze of tables.

Gene set off infront of Lennon and y/n, looking for a table with a good view. They finally found one which was close enough to the stage but not so close that you couldn't see the preformances, y/n sending Thalia a text so she knew where they where and, more importantly, where to bring the drinks.

Thalia was back quicker than expected, a tray of drinks acompaning her.

"They said I was only allowed eight glasses at a time, so I got a bottle of red, a couple bottles of beer and cider and a round of shots."

"But I though you just said you where only allowed eight glasses ?"

"Bottles don't count as glasses apparently."

She gave a smug wink as she attempted to surpress the smirk which was growing on her slightly smudged, painted lips.

"Watts, you are a gem."

The black haired girl gave a laugh as Lennon started pouring everyone a glass of red wine, y/n having completely ignored him and popping off one of the dark fruit cider's tops. He looked to his side unamused when he noticed the elegantly dressed girl tipping back a bottle whilst his brother filmed her to see how fast she could finish it.

"You two are actually children."

She just gave him a grin and put the bottle down on the black, dewy tray.

"Anyways, who did you want us to meet ?"

Lennon gave the y/h/c girl a smirk, relaxing his right arm onto her shoulders instead of where it was previously on the back of her chair. He glanced across her face, the perfect natural makeup she wore with her strawberry lipgloss. She made him smile.

"You'll have to wait intill the break."

"Aw come on Lens, that's not fair. I'm not good with waiting."

"Exactly, you have the pactience of a five year old, it'll be a laugh watching you wait."

Y/n scowled at him, nose scrunching up and eyebrows twineing in.

He just squished her contoured cheeks with his left hand, puffing her lips into a fish pout.

Throughout the Awards, Lennon and Gene made quiet conversation, commenting on each of the awards or the nominees.

Y/n remained leant against Lennon through the whole thing, his arm thrown over her bare shoulders and her manicured hand holding loosely onto his hanging one as she payed attention to Mo as he presented the show.

Sometimes she would drown out his voice, tilting her head to gaze up at Lennon as he jumped between conversation with Gene and listening to the comedian sat next to celebrities throught preformances.

At the half way preformance, y/n offered to go and give the glasses back, grabbing more drinks for the table. Gene and Lennon had took it in turns through the award show so the girls wouldn't miss anything.

She held the empty glass filled, wet tray in her hands as she strutted over to the bar, the strutting being the only way other than running which she was able to move in the three inch heels.

Soon enough she had slid the tray onto the bar, leaning against the gold rail as she ordered the next round before being given the tray back and heading all the way back to the table.

When she reached the spot she was sat before, she had to take a double look. At first she'd walked straight past the table holding two Gallaghers and a Watt seeing how there wasn't a free chair where she had been sat a moment before, but then she noticed her bag and jacket on the floor next to Thalia and she realised that was her table.

Just someone was sat in her seat.

She walked behind Lennon, tapping him on the shoulder so he wouldn't flinch when she leant over him and put the tray of drinks down.

She assumed that that was the girl who Lennon wanted them to meet, though he hadn't mentioned it was a girl, or that it would move her belongings onto the floor.

Without thinking any different, y/n pulled Lennon's chair out slightly and slid through the gap between him and the table so she could sit on his lap since there where no more chairs, which was a common thing for them to do since they had a large friend group and would usually ending up having to share seats, so she didn't fully understand why the stranger was pratically gawping at her.

Lennon, as if it was a second nature, placed a hand on her hip to stable her from falling off the seat, also a common thing for y/n to do.

He must've twigged that he was in the presence of his girlfriend quickly after he did so because he pushed his chair out and moved the woman onto his brother a second after.

"Ha,"

Lennon let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to the blonde stranger with a nervous smile.

", must've got the wrong Gallagher there y/n/n."

Deja knotted her eyebrows, completely fuzzled by Lennon's nervous tone and comment.

The twenty two year old sent a look to Gene, who picked it up straight away and thought up an excuse to whisk y/n away and explain the current situation to her.

"Sorry, one sec. I just need to go and ask Molly for something, come on y/n/n."

Y/n was even more confused when Gene started dragging her off to the other side of the room where Lisa, Molly and Astile where sat for the evening, picking up the black channel clutch and leather jacket off of the floor whilst he was at it.

After walking a few minutes, she stopped them.

"Gene, what's going on ?"

The brunette displayed a worried look, ice blue eyes filling with caution as he began to speak.

"You have to promise not to overreact."

Her eyebrow raised, a questioning tone filling it.

"Promise."

"Okay, promise."

"Okay. So..."

"Gene."

"Fine !"

He dragged her again, this time out to the empty foye. The double doors left a slight thud as they closed and Gene placed two hands on y/n's shoulders before breaking the news which, with y/n, could only go down like titanic.

"Lennon has got a girlfriend but she was suspicious that youse had a thing going on so Lens has told her that we're dating."

For a moment, her face remained blank.

Then.

Then she made a run for it.

masterlist / part ii

#nepotism #lennon gallagher #lennon gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #fem!reader #oasis #taylor!reader

[lgwifey]

PHOTOSHOOT

crush!gene gallagher x fem!reader

lennon gallagher x bff!reader

Summary : Y/n had been friends with Lennon Gallagher for as far back as she could remember and she'd had a crush on his younger brother for a good proportion of her teenage years. When a quick job comes up, y/n finds Gene being the only help she can get. Will the alone time bring about something between the two ?

Warning : not proof read.

MASTERLIST

2021

Y/n had had a crush on her bestfriend's brother for at least five years.

He was a year younger than her, four inches taller and had messy, mousy brown hair, a feature which was a stark contrast to his eye blue eyes and pale skin. The perfect photography model in her mind.

As much as she loved them, those eyes had been the thing to get her into this mess to start with !

"Lens please !"

Pleading was not her strong point, slapping her friend around the head intill he gave up his denying on the other hand...

" 'm sorry y/n/n but i've got prior comitments, and these guys are actully paying me so."

"I pay you in friendship !"

"Friendship isn't accepted in my morgage contract y/n/n. Look i've gotta go but i'm sure Gene wouldn't mind doing some modeling for you. Plus, he'll probably just do it for a big mac instead of a meal out at Harrods."

With that, he hung up the call. He hung up on her !

Y/n threw her phone down onto the ruffled up, baby blue bedding. She wouldn't usually object to using Gene as her model, sometimes she didn't even need to get him a big mac, just some fries and a coke would be sufficient for him most of the times when she appeared out of nowhere and asked for a short notice shoot.

She was a photographer for a late teens magazine and her boss had asked of she could get some shots in a lockdown style, but that meant that her plan had been to get pictures of Lennon lounging about on her carefully layed out mess set, which was also her bedroom. The plan for the lockdown memorbilia shoot was to have her bestie in joggers, hair messy and shirt thrown on the floor whilst he layed and prettily watched tele on her laptop. There was no way she'd let Gene into her bedroom, nevermind letting him into her bedroom being shirtless.

She bit her cheek hard, a look of complain filling her eyes.

She needed these pictures, she could be fired if she didn't get them for the article.

After a good half an hour of thought, she decided that having to be with Gene by herself was the latter of two evils, being fired was not something she wanted to be dealing with right now.

Another five minutes was used up by her trying to find courage within herself to actually ring Gene, texting wasn't one of her strong points.

An agonising four rings echoed slower than a tortoise, her lip being bit nervously by her teeth. The phone suddenly picked up a gruff voice.

"What ?"

Y/n was taken back by the grumpy shout being the first thing said. She took a deep breath in and gave a nervous 'ha'

"Urm, hi Gene ?"

She could hear ruffleing on the other side, his voice suddenly becoming nicer.

"Oh hi Y/n/n. Sorry, I thought you would be Lennon. What's up ?"

Why would she be Lennon ? Anyways,

"Oh not much. I was just wondering if you'd be cool for coming over to mine today. I know it's short notice, like really short notice, but I kinda need help with a photoshoot."

She could hear more ruffleing around and a cough before he spoke again, stuttering over his words for some reason.

"Urm yeah that's fine, fine by me like i've nothing on. Urm, urm what time do you need me over by ?"

"Anytime from now to seven would be good if that's alright ? Oh and could you also bring some lounge clothes ? It's a lockdown themed shoot."

A hum came through from Gene, also the sound of a door opening and beung slammed shut before the sound of it opening again.

"Yep, okay. Is it okay if i'm over in like, I don't know like a hour ?"

"Yeah that'll be perfect. Thanks so much Gene, you're literally a life saver."

A laugh echoed through the speakers.

"Okay dokey, I'll see you at Eleven then. Bye !"

A 'see yah' was muttered over before y/n hung up. She instantly started cursing herself for hanging up too quickly, slamming her head against a door.

Gene was slouched on one of his mate's bedroom couches having a fifa tornament against Noah when his phone started viberating next to him, the screen lighting up with a background picture of his halfbrother's bestfriend which he'd screen shotted from her Whatsapp profile.

He paused the game, a complaint from Noah sounding, and answered the call, expecting Lennon to have lost his phone or left it at their dad's or something Lennon-like like that.

"What ?"

"urm, hi Gene. "

His face danced on a boarderline white tone when the voice coming through was y/n's, aka the girl he'd been pratically in love with since he was ten. She was a year older than him and was literally the perfectest person he'd ever seen. The way her y/h/l y/h/c hair always seemed to look perfect, evwn on your bad hair days when he'd seen you around his dad's to probably bully Lennon. The way her eyelashes curled naturally. The way she teased his brother with him. Perfect all round.

"Oh hi Y/n/n. Sorry, I thought you would be Lennon. What's up ?"

No ! Why did he call you y/n/n ?! His vouce was all crackleing with surprise, causing Noah to take more interest in his conversation.

"Oh not much. I was just wondering if you'd be cool for coming over to mine today. I know it's short notice, like really short notice, but I kinda need help with a photoshoot."

"Urm yeah that's fine, fine by me like i've nothing on."

Noah shot him an offended look, gesturing vigerously to the half played football match plastered on the tele. He ended up punching his friend in the stomach to stop him being a distraction.

"Urm, urm what time do you need me over by ?"

"Anytime from now to seven would be good if that's alright ? Oh and could you also bring some lounge clothes ? It's a lockdown themed shoot."

So he needed to run to his mum's seeing how she lived closest to Noah, take the quickest shower known to mankind and get changed into something nice as well as taking a change of clothes with him, probably just a pair of joggers and a band tee, before getting you y/n's. That made her seem so much older than him, she was a proper adult, with her own actual home and a morgage !

He jumped out of his seat, grabbing the backpack he'd thrown on Noah's bed and noting to his mate that he was leaving. Just as soon as he shut his friend's bedroom door and started rushing down the staircase, Noah started following with an eagerness to learn what Gene was so quick to leave for all of a sudden.

"Yep, okay. Is it okay if i'm over in like, I don't know like a hour ?"

"Yeah that'll be perfect. Thanks so much Gene, you're literally a life saver."

He illuminated a rose shade at her words. She thought he was a life saver.

"Okay dokey, I'll see you at Eleven then. Bye !"

"See yah."

The mulletted model followed his friend down the stairs, confusion on his face.

"Gene where are you going mate ?"

"Y/n needs me help."

Noah rolled his eyes as his friend slammed the front door closed, the fuzzy figure through the window of the white plastic making it's way down the drive and past the metal gate. Gene had been head over heels Lennon's friend for as long as he could remember and he'd recently found him ditching him and Sonny more and more to 'help' the photographer.

All that could be seen in y/n's flat was a blur of human running around like a headless chicken.

She hadn't accounted in time for cleaning all her stuff up from the livingroom and kitchen seeing how Lennon couldn't care less if he tryed. But for Gene, she needed to look put together.

Her clean washing was actually put away in their draws. The dishes where washed and put away. The couch was hoovered !

Her phone buzzed before 'Bye Bye Bye' started playing, her alarm to go and get Gene some food. She had his order saved on her notes due to how often she'd go to the fast food resteraunt for the boys.

The trip was nothing less than heptic; tazi being late, rain being on and off, McDonalds being stacked to the brim with bratty teenagers, the advoidance of the chav spiecies. When y/n made it to her floor's door she found a tall figure in blue jeans and a the Undertones tee, a bag thrown over his shoulders and a blue adidas hoodie hanging around his waist.

"Sorry i'm late, didn't want you to starve."

He gave a low chuckle as she bumped past him with a brown paper bag, the yellow 'm' standing out, and unlocked the door with the Belle key. He still found it adorable that she couldn't tell her keys apart so always got them cut out of different disney characters, her key for Lennon's was Tramp.

"Don't fuss, i've literally just got here."

That was a blatent lie, he'd been stood outside playing flappy bird for eight minutes.

He shut the door behind him whilst y/n put he food bag on the top of the kitchen counter. Gene let his eyes wonder around her place, he only came occationally with Lennon but he always love how she couldn't not change everything around at least once a month.

"Tea ?"

"If you're making one."

"Gene-o, i'm always making one."

As she pushed the button down on the kettle, he started raiding the bag. He always found it amazing how she got his order spot on every time.

As blue light flowed through the clear machine, water jumping about, y/n sat herself on the counter opposite Gene, beging to explain the consept of the photoshoot.

"So it's basically you taking photos whilst I be lazy ?"

"Basically."

"Fun."

Just as the conversation began to become awkward, the ping from the kettle allowed y/n to change topic.

"Sugar right ?"

"Yeah, one."

She gave a nod. She knew he had sugar. She'd already put it in the ceramic blue mug.

Y/n was a hour into the shoot with Gene, her camera swinging a bit on her neck as she adjusted the bleach blonde's hair.

Gene forced his face to not turn hot pink as y/n moved him in small amounts between each dozen photos. She had a weird affect on him, a dizzy affect which sent him crazy.

"Gene-o ."

She gave a when as his hair fell on his face just after she'd fixed it for the angle she was working on at the moment.

He loved how she said his name, the nickname that only she was allowed to call him. Lennon had tryed it once and ended up in A&E for the night with a broken nose, but she didn't need to know that.

She flopped onto the bed, it being big enough that she wasn't too close to him that she'd break out in a blush. When she did so, the nineteen year old found his way out of the uncomfortable position of being leant up on his elbows.

"Think it's time for a break ?"

Her y/e/c irises looked up as her head tilted, find thing she met was his pale, almost ice like, blue eyes. She immeduatly headbutted back into the matress so he wouldn't catch her blush.

"Break time then."

He finished the conversation by himself, clapping his hands and going to get his now cold maccies chips.

When y/n had worked up the energy to move, the two ended up slouched on her lip shaped couch watching one of the greatest british t.v. shows know to mankind, Jeremy Kyle.

"D'ya think,"

Y/n turned to face Gene, the tele becoming background noise to their conversation.

"If your dad wasn't famous, you'd be on this ?"

"Oh definitly, 100%"

With his family's lay out there was no way he wouldn't be on it.

"What about you ?"

Y/n thought about his question, tilting her head slightly and biting her lip. Her mum had had four kids with three different men, one set of twins. Y/n was the youngest and the only girl. She had one sibling that wasn't her mum's, her youngest brother. He was her half-brother and her uncle so there was no way she would be able to escape the program. Long story short, her dad wanted to piss her mum off so got with y/n's nan. Her nan was only fifthteen years older than her mum and her dad was eight years older than her mum so they actually made a decent couple, y'know minus the already kinda being related thing.

"Defo."

As Gene went to go and turn on a new episode seeing how the credits had started rolling, he catched y/n's eyes again.

The action brought them both weak. Y/n couldn't help herself at that point. It was like a magnet was pulling her towards him. As their lips slowly attatched themselves to each other.

She didn't know if she was suposed to stop seeing how she didn't react much. He didn't do anything when their eyes met, his arctic ones hitting hers, nor when she held his jaw softly and depthened the kiss.

After a good ten seconds she pulled away, looking forwards to see the star-eyed man looking off into thin air.

"Sorry, about that Gene-o ."

"No, no don't apologise."

Y/n was about to question why she shouldn't apologise when his action answered her.

She felt his hands fall onto her waist and a force pull her back towards the other body on the art accessory couch.

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getting older part three

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warnings : spelling mistakes, paparazzi/press harrassment (?)

part one / part two

2022

A messy, y/h/c biker bun, glossy plumped lips and a smokey eyeliner.

Lennon stood jaw-dropped as he met up with y/n for a photoshoot for a magazine which their agency started was 'the next big thing'.

The theme was the 60s biker scene, meaning Lennon had been forced to put an outragous amount of gel in his hair and was put in leather trouser, something he wasn't particularly fond of.

He'd only just seen his friend and had decided that she had been given the better half of the deal, so to say. She was in a silver-studded light pink leather jacket, a cropped black and white stripy top and a pair of black leather shorts, a large studded belt around her waist.

The brunette let out a small laugh as he watched her struggling to tie the pink neck-scarf.  Something he thought to ne quite a cute sight, if you squinted and tilted your head to the side slightly.

Lennon watched from his distance as a junior makeup artist attempted to put lipliner and lipstick on her, only to spin around seconds later and shooed off, a look of pure fear cemented intl her eyes.

Y/n gave a huff as she turned slightly around and corrected her posture up from twisting to look down as much as she could, since she was getting an ache in her back of her neck.

The grouchy woman, who had recently ran out of her smoking hot, caffinated drink, caught eyes with Lennon and gave a bright smile and running over to him in the shiny pink, calf-high boots. She had to plaster the fake smile on, She'd spent all morning so far trying to advoid Lennon for as long as possible, still not able to think of the Instagram post occurance without crying. Gene hadn't gone home last night, she'd begged him to stay with her so she wouldn't end up doing something she'd regret, texting lennon .

As she reached him she stopped running and gave a childish jump like hop, trying to imitate how she usually acted so he wouldn't notice her dampened mood. She handed him the scarf, giving a unspoken order for him to tie it around her neck for her.

She smiled when he finished tieing the fabric for her, feeling the man rest his hands on her waist. In her mind, it was a sign that she was still his number one, that he still cared for her and that they where closer than him and Jane, who she'd found out was what his new girlfriend was called.

"Thank you."

Before conversation could begin, a immaculatly styled woman who gave off a very french vibe appeared with a camera man by her side.

"Ah darlings, so glad you're both ready. We had a girl last week who took a whole two hours, urgh."

Her accent was what y/n assumed vogue editors to sound like, or coco chanel, and she began rambling about some other poor model who she had a distaste for.

"We're glad you wanted us to be your models for your shoot."

She smiled, trying to get on the scary woman's good side from the start, knowing that it would make the day alot easier than it currently was.

The woman gave a firm nod to her before noticing Lennon's hands on the female model's waist. She gestured to them, an intreaged look on her face.

"You two are, together ?"

The pair gave a confused face each before looking down to where his hands sat on her skin, quickly ripping apart from each other and distancing themselves awkwardly.

"Oh no, no, no, no."

Y/n politely answered the question, Lennon joining her denying with an embarrassed smile and flushed cheeks.

"No. No, we're just friends."

The photoshoot director gave an amused nod, not believing the two for a second but not pressing for their personal lives details.

"Good chemistry makes a good photo, this must be why they sent you both instead of the Janette girl."

She waved her finger about elegantly as she spoke praise about the agency's client matching skills.

Y/n sat slouch in one of the plush foyé chairs whilst waiting for the Gallagher to appear from his changing room. The shoot had been successful in her mind, finishing earlier than they had expected seeing how it had only had a few hiccups occur throughout it. That meant that she and Lennon could leave early and had been able to book a table at one of their favourate restaraunts in the city center.

She had been the first to be changed back into the clothes she'd been wearing prior the photoshoot, a pair on boot-cut black jeans and the Versace safety pin crystal mesh top that Molly had given her for last year's birthday, which meant she was stuck waiting for the person who she was convinced was the only man in the entirety of England who could take over three hours to do his hair.

When the brown haired boy finally appeared with a grin on his face, y/n picked up her red La Medusa handbag off of the chair beside her and slid her black flats back on and her large cat-eyed sunglasses over her eyes, flicking her hair back to covering her ears, which's lobes where naked without their usual diamond studs and large silver hoops.

"Took you long enough, we're gonna be late Lens."

She complained as he 'Gallagher swayed', as she offen refered to the movement as, his way over to her. Calm as anything.

"Stop stressing munchkin, we've got loads of time."

"The taxi's been waiting for five minutes you tosser, poor thing."

Lennon rolled his eyes, placing his black-tinted sunglasses over his eyes and following the smaller girl out of the building where, unfortunatly, there was a flock of press waiting eagerly to snatch a picture of the friends leaving their work.

He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting on her side whilst they made their way through the crowds, making sure she didn't get lost and that no-one tryed to touched her.

When he felt her flinch when a man appeared infront of her, shouting about something to do with Queen before being pushed back by a woman who started firmly questioning Lennon from the side.

"Lennon, is it true your mother has given up in relationships ?"

He ignored her, the taxi was a walk away seeing how they probably wouldn't have been able to make it through the mass' of photographers and journalists.

Lennon was haulted when y/n stopped and gave a pained hiss. He turned around so he was still holding onto her but was facing her.

"What's wrong ?"

"Nothing,"

She looked up with a pained smile and started trying to walk them forwards,

", let's just get to lunch yeah."

He reluctantly agreed but only on the term she was to tell him what happened in the taxi, just so he didn't cause any more of a scene. That being said, he immediantly retracted his promise when a reported literally grabbed the young girl's arm in an attempt to keep her infront of him for an interview.

Y/n felt herself being lugged away from Lennon's security by the hand. She immediatly missed the hold of the callous fingers, which slowly had developed from multiple years of guitar strings, as she was dragged to answer a mile long list of bizzare questions off multiple people shouting at her at the same time.

She didn't like being rude, answering for every question with a meak 'I'd be more than happy to answer any of your questions if you contacted my agency and booked an interview.'

Lennon meanwhile was fighting his way back through the people who had formed a circle around y/n, reporters where like a group of Great White sharks attacking an injured seal. He was much more upfront about his feelings towards the press members, swearing at any one of them who tryed to detear him from his destination.

When he finally got to her, after what felt like eight years of seperation, Lennon wrapped y/n in his arms and turned her to face the direction of the taxi's parking area. He started walking them forwards quickly.

A man in a dark green polo with a man behind him with a matching shirt and a large camera rested on his shoulder jumped infront of the two, capturing y/n's frightfully shocked face and Lennon's harsh glare which could've sent any man into a deep grave.

"Lennon what's it like being in a relationship now ? Is your freedom stumbled with Jane or do you feel you're just as able to live like a rockstar as before ?"

"Why don't you go fuck yourself mate."

The cat-eye sunglasses sheilded girl kept a tight grip on the arms of Lennon that where around her torso as they tryed to walk forwards more, the green polo-ed man stopping them in a harsh manner yet again.

"Y/n/n, what's Jane's thoughts on your close friendship with her boyfriend ?"

Lennon answered him before y/n could even react to the cruely toned and suggestive question.

"Mate I said go fuck yourself, get lost."

The pair barged pass the reporters and marched down the street, Lennon pratically dragging y/n with him.

They scurried into the black cab with grimaces on their faces, Lennon still in disgust at what that man had asked his bestfriend and y/n's just resting like that as her eyes readjusted to the natural lighting.

"Don't forget that we're having tea at my dad's tommorrow night, Molly wants to meet Jane but I don't trust her and dad in public, don't want them to embarrass her infront of a bunch of strangers who'll run to the Daily Mail."

She found it difficult to hold in her snort of laughter as Lennon rolled his eyes. The last time Lennon had brought a girlfriend to tea to meet his dad's, well Liam wasn't so good at keeping his thoughts to himself. Y/n remembered the night fondly, in a fancy ass resteraunt whilst the latest blonde cryed at how the 90s musician had interigated her on every subject you could think of.

"Half six ?"

"Quarter to seven. Don't be late."

He paused for a second, adding an important few words,

"or drunk."

She just rolled her eyes, opening up the new iphone to capture a side portrait picture of Lennon for her insta story.

masterlist / part four

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