poppy✨

in which oasis’ hairdresser and longtime friend works overtime at glastonbury, half cutting hair and half being incredibly jealous of a girl in a big white coat

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“no Liam, y’dont ‘ave coke in yer hair, it’s just dandruff?” you sigh, attempting to keep the boys head straight as you try run a comb through it

Liam shakes his head laughing “well those lads thought it was, thought I were well cool” he states before you snap his head forward

“would y’pack it in moving?” you huff, grabbing the spray bottle of water from the dresser in front.

you felt a right mess, cheeks flushed from the humid air and copious amounts of alcohol already consumed on the way down to the festival. not to mention the state of the green room backstage, lads lounging around the sofas all puffing away on their spliffs creating a huge haze in the air, plus fogging up the only decent mirror in the room

“guigs man, can y’get off the scissors?” you ask almost desperately

being a bands hairdresser was never really your dream job, but all throughout your life you’ve had incredible hair, and the boys never did

growing up next to the gallaghers meant that they were practically your built in best friends and hair models. once, on a particularly miserable day in the summer holidays, you made Liam sit for hours whilst you ridiculously styled his hair multiple times as he sat begrudgingly on the foot of your bed

so when oasis started gaining fame in the mid months of 1994, and magazines started practically chasing the lads down the roads of burnage, they all collectively decided they needed to look a little less scruffy, so now they relied on you to sort them out

but you necessarily couldn’t complain, the job was fairly uncomplicated and as the boys’ songs got better and the amount of tracks they sold grew, so did your salary

“shift it” you say, tapping Liam on his shoulder as you lean to take another swig of your beer, signalling you were done and needed to get on with the next mop of hair

“alright woman” he huffs, fluffing his hair as he stares into the mirror “aren’t half bad at this are ya?” he asks teasingly

“shurrup and move, need t’do yer brothers hair now” you say, trying to hide your smile “where the hell is he?” you almost groan, leaning against the rickety chair

after a few quick minutes passed, the doors swung open as music poured through into the room from outside “are you taking the piss? I’ve actually missed pulp?” you laugh in disbelief to almost nobody

noel strutted in amongst the group of runners who rushed through the door, he looked suspiciously calm for once. before big gigs noel usually fluttered around like a distressed butterfly before landing in your chair

“you feelin alright?” you ask him as he plops down infront of you, passing the spray bottle behind him

“grand” he announces with a small grin “was just chatting to this lass from mtv, offering to buy me a drink n’that later, y’know the nice one with the big coat?” noel smirks into his beer bottle

“nice” you force out a sickly sweet smile, trimming a piece of his hair as fury bubbled in your stomach

in a way you were glad that this was your profession, yet having to hear about all the girls that thirsted after the man you’d secretly pined over for your whole childhood was almost painful

but you’d never let that affect your friendship

“you excited to play then?” you ask, combing your fingers through his thick, wet hair

“just another gig innit?” noel shrugs in reply, looking up at you in the mirror, his eyes heavy and pupils already dilated “that a new top?” he asks, tilting his head

“it is actually, got it from Camden market t’other week. d’you like like?” you ask, twirling around in the mirror, the fabric spinning along with you

“s’nice” he nods with a slight smile “you got a light anywhere?” Noel asks, eyes flicking up to the mirror, meeting your own

“just in that bag there” you nod, pointing to it with a damp finger “think y’need a bit off t’top” you mumble, mostly to yourself

the minutes passed quickly, scissors snipping away at his heavy brown locks as the atmosphere of the green room grew rowdier, and so did the noise surrounding the tent

but whilst your hands worked away at Noel’s hair, you couldn’t help the thick wave of almost rage that passed over your body, sending you into some sort of hot flush

why did he want a drink off some daft bird in a big stupid coat? it was June for godsake! and why didn’t he want you as much as you want him?

you didn’t have an answer for that painful question, you’d rather focus on not chopping a chunk of his hair off instead of letting this jealousy take over your brain like some sort of parasite

however, you knew you should be used to this by now, the amount of times Noel had started blabbering on to you about girls who he thought were fit was infinite. and it hadn’t even begun during the bands quick rise to fame, it started on those damp streets of burnage when you were both finally old enough to drink

he’d turned around to you outside the local, pupils larger than saucers and slurred his words “yer pals proper gorgeous, why ‘avent you introduced her to us before?”

you ended up shrugging, avoiding his burning question. but really it was because you knew shit like this would start happening one day, that because you were too frigid, he’d start pining over one of your best mates

by the time you’d gotten out of your own head, the lads had begun their set on the big glasto stage, it would be an understatement to say you were proud of them. however, they would never get that praise from you normally

halfway through the set, you’d found yourself perched on an amp sharing a rollie with oasis’ dj and good friend Phil. you and Phil had always gotten on well, it helped he had good music taste too, plus the fact you found him pretty attractive wasn’t harmful either

maybe it was the large amount of drink or the fact that you knew the girl with the big fluffy coat was stood gawping at Noel too, that made you lean just a little bit closer to Phil, hand tapping his thigh whenever he made a joke and your smile brightening just a little every time you locked eyes

the two of you didn’t even notice their set had come to an end until you were shoved off the amp and shooed back into the humid green room, and you really couldn’t believe your luck, because big coat girl was already stood there waiting for Noel

you scoff at the sight of her giddy grin, slumping into the sofa next to Phil who grins and offers you a cigarette. you of course obliged and allow him light the end with his own cigarette, however you couldn’t avoid giggling whilst he did so, Phil’s face of deep concentration had always gotten a laugh off you

“what are y’laughin at?” he asks, pulling his face away from yours once he had lit the cigarette, his arm lingers over the back of the leather sofa, fingertips almost tickling your bare shoulder

you shake your head, giggling coming to a close before shrugging “nothin phil” your grin, head tipping into the crook of his neck as you gaze up at him

across the room, Noel pulled away from the girls glittery lips the once cold lager that he held between his fingers was now warm and flat, matching his dull expression

the girl who now wasn’t wearing her obnoxiously big and fury coat, Jessie he thinks her name is, maybe Jackie? no definitely Jessie, looked up at him admiringly, eyes sparkling like some very expensive diamond

it almost made him pity her, but really he would hopefully never have to see Jackie- no, Jessie again. not like would ask too, but Noel knew what girls could be like around a man with money and an egotistical attitude

when Jessie walked off to go and find her boss or whatever she’d whispered into Noel’s ear, a bright burst of laughter rang through the foggy tent, his head snaps over to the sofa where you were perched along with phil. your head had fallen back against Phil’s arm that still rested around your neck

Noel’s eyebrows twitched into his usual deep frown that you were incredibly familiar with, whenever the roadies got the setlist wrong or when Liam turned up drunk and 50 minutes late to rehearsals for two weeks straight

but this anger, or dare he admit jealousy, that filled him wasn’t to be solved by shouting or storming off which was Noel’s usual solution to irritation, however, the way his body stiffened up at the sight of you and phil howling with laughter and touching eachother was almost too telling about how he was to react

the sound of heavy steps came towards where you and Phil were tangled together on the leather sofa, when looking up you saw an angry Noel stomping towards your seat in his blue superstars. you knew that even tipsy, if looks could kill, both you and phil would be getting carried out of the tent in body bags

“alright Noel?” phil asks, his laughter dying down quickly at Noel’s harsh expression. your bright smile has faded as you sat up, puffing on the cigarette hanging from your glossed lips

“can i borrow ya?” Noel asks, completely blanking phil and focusing his frown on you

“uhm yeah” you reply, eyebrows furrowed, you shuffle away from Phil giving his cheek a quick peck as you stand and follow Noel outside of the tent

“what’s crawled up your arse n’died them?” you ask playfully, and upon reflection you realise it wasn’t the best way to approach a conversation with a moody Noel

“you” he answers sharply, keeping watch as your face falls into confusion

“don’t recall doin’ that Noel” you shrug, puffing on the almost unlit cigarette you had clutched between your fingers

noel rolls his eyes at your clueless comment before replying “stop playin smart arse, you n’phill, what’s all tha’ about?”

“nowt” you shrug again “he’s just fun, plus, I thought you were snogging that girl with the big fuck off coat” your eyebrows unfurrow as you answer

“yeah, I were” he nods, almost smugly. god you hated that about him, when noel did something he knew you wouldn’t like but found it funny to practically humiliate you

“why’re y’so bothered then Noel? m’not doing this back and forth shit tonight” you groan in reply

“s’just not fair” Noel shrugs calmly in reply

“not fair?” you scoff, the bastard had the cheek you call you unfair? you and phill hadn’t even kissed for Christ sake!

“are you actually thick? I haven’t even done owt with phill and you’ve spent the whole night following that girl around like some stupid dog! you’re pathetic Noel!” you carry on, finger jabbing into his chest as the cigarette smoke follows your waving hand

Noel pouts playfully at you “jealous you couldn’t get any?” he asks in that stupid smug tone of his

“jealous? I feel fucking bad for the girl having to kiss your mug, you prick! you drive me insane Noel I-” you groan as your words hammer into the summery breeze before your cut off

Noel leaned in quickly to stop your whining and shouting, lips closing in on your own. At first, you didn’t know what to do, you obviously did, but not with Noel. Not with the only boy who’d ever actually sent you crazy over him

But before long, you melted into his arms that separately rested against your waist and hip, the warmth of his heavy palms leaking through your clothes. Enticing you to wrap your own arms around the back of his neck, fingers curling into his expertly cut locks whilst you push back against his gorgeously soft lips

After you’d both ran out of breath Noel pulls his mouth away, hands staying planted on your body whilst a string of saliva keeps you two attached to the other

A smirk quickly rises to his lips whilst his eyes bore into your pupils “still a prick then?” Noel asks with a sarcastic tilt of the head

You lean forward, pressing your no longer glossed lips onto his, nipping his bottom lip softly as you move your face away “big one” you mumble with a tiny grin

“don’t expect anythin other than that love” Noel lets out a small chuckle as both his hands move to rest over the back pockets of your jeans “but you were proper jealous weren’t yeh?” he asks, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows playfully

“only a little bit” you reply, trying to hide smile before pecking his lips, definitely not for the last time

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wow! that’s probably the longest I’ve written so far and it took donkeys years to write it feels like. but I hope all the Noel girlies enjoy because this is my first time writing him and I think I’ve made him a little mean so tips are definitely welcome!!! this is not proofread in the slightest…

so sorry this took me so long to answer and I’m praying this is the type of stuff you meant?? but this is super cutesy so I hope you all enjoy!!! also please keep sending in requests of what you’d like to see

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by the time that the spice girls had dispersed in late 2000, spicewife and Liam had finally begun to seriously think about starting a little family with one another.

the topic had come up many times before ofcourse, usually on late summer evenings when the birds were chirping and the wine was flowing. and spicewife had to put up with liam rambling on about how their baby would

“ave ten times me eyebrows and twelve times your attitude”

which certainly became a reality for the couple a few months down the line

one afternoon during the late weeks of February 2001, spicewife was perched on the edge of their bath in the couples north London home, staring down at the two pink lines that shone back up at her

normally, unexpected pregnancies would have caused much uproar between couples like them. but in recent months, their lives had calmed down significantly and they felt ready to welcome a little one into their family

spicewife practically shot up from her seat and bolted down the stairs to reach Liam in the living room

“li! li!” she exclaimed almost madly

Liam looked up in a state of alarm at all the commotion spicewife was causing, his eyes widening in panic

“what’s happened?!” he asked, pupils as large as saucers

spicewife was bouncing with excitement in front of him, holding the test out so Liam could see the news for himself

“oh my fuck! you’re pregnant?” he shrieks with a hint of laughter

“yes! that’s what the two lines mean!” spicewife laughs, tears clouding her vision slightly

Liam reaches down, wrapping his arms around spicewife’s waist as he hoists her up into the air, spinning the both of them around in pure excitement.

after a few seconds of laughter and spins, Liam places her back onto the floor, as he mumbles in her ear “we’re gonna be parents” whilst cradling the back of spicewife’s head

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telling their families and friends was dead easy for them, but both of them wanting to make each a little surprise.

they bought Peggy a gorgeous mug that said granny on it, spicewife sent all the girls separate bouquets which asked them if they were ready to become aunties, her parents were given little baby suits that said “I love my granda” and “I love my grandma” on them, but Liam insisted on buying Noel a horrific cap that said uncle on it

spicewifes pregnancy was relatively smooth by all means, except the fact she was often left alone whilst Liam was touring with oasis still. building cots and wardrobes by herself wasn’t exactly the most glamorous task to do when heavily pregnant during the summer

but by the time spicewife was nearly nine months pregnant, Liam had returned home and had cracked straight on with doing the nursery, painting and decorating any way spicewife wanted

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it was an early morning in mid September when spicewife went into labour, all screams and shouts from the both of them. panic had really set in by the time contractions started, but it seemed Liam was more frantic then her

yet by 12:06 that afternoon, their little girl had been born, abruptly and loudly, just like her parents. but the couple were immediately obsessed.

the first time spicewife saw liam holding their baby, it was like her whole world had been flipped upside down. and she’d gone from one of the biggest household names in Britain to simply mum.

their daughter was stunning from birth, not all alien like and purple like most babies were, with thick dark hair, eyebrows and a gummy grin from the minute she was born. safe to say she was a Gallagher.

and Liam was just as in love as spicewife was, from then on he found himself buying all sorts of ridiculously cuddly teddies and delicate clothes for his baby girl plus endlessly cooing to her on nights that she just wouldn’t settle

one night in particular, she had woke up around three times already, both Liam and spicewife completely exhausted from the newborn stage alone, plus the late night bottles and cries that echoed throughout the house

spicewife went to get up at the sound of their daughters whines before seeing that Liam was already sat up on the side of the bed, reaching down to collect their daughter from her small cot

he shushed her gently whilst bouncing her up and down slightly to try and settle her “c’mon yer mams tired, let her sleep yeah?” Liam would murmur sleepily to their little girl

only to turn and see spicewife laying on her side in a state of sleepy awe, he brushed her hair back off her face and pulled the cover up higher, almost tucking her in

Liam and the Spice Wife visited Posh and David after she (Posh) gave birth to Brooklyn. What was Liam's reaction upon seeing the Spice Wife holding Posh Spice's son, and what did he get from the feeling that he wants to start a family with her in the future?

love this one!!!

“y’cant go empty handed liam” spice wife sighs, holding back a small smile whilst shoving a bouquet and a gift bag into her boyfriend’s arms

“he’s only a bain, so I don’t think he’ll care that much” liam scrunches up his face in slight confusion as they both get into the convertible

spice wife lets her sighs give way to a little laugh whilst driving “it’s obviously not just for Brooklyn, since when could a new born drink a bottle of sauvignon blanc?” she asks sarcastically

“shut up ya daft mare” he chuckles, shaking his head

as the couple pulled up to Victoria and David’s glamorous country home, spice wife was full of complete excitement to meet the little man. which was completely evident on her face when she practically skipped out of the car and towards the door

spice wife knocked eagerly as liam caught up behind her with the gifts “gonna wake ‘im up girl” he says, lips curving up into a smile

before she could reply, the huge white door creaked open to reveal a very tired David Beckham. “hiya David!” spice wife exclaims pulling him in for a short hug “lookin a little tired love” she sucks her teeth pitifully

“alright you two?” he smiles “knackered I am” he sighs, stepping aside to let the pair in to his home.

“alright mate?” liam grins, giving him a nod as he piles into the house with the stash of gifts “can you take these darl?” he asks spice wife

“course, is vic in the living room david?” she asks, taking the flowers and gift bags out of Liams arms. David nods in reply and she heads straight in

“poshh” spice wife says in a soft sing song voice whilst she pushes the door open softly. her heart melting at the sight in front of her, Victoria sat in the corner of the huge velvet sofa with a little Brooklyn cradled into her chest

“oh my gosh” she gasps softly, making her way over, eyes stinging with tears already. seeing one of the girls she considered a sister as a mum truly made her incredibly happy and proud

“hi honey” Victoria grins, sitting up even more. looking a glorious as ever, even in the postpartum stage. “liam come with too?” she asks as spice wife settles down next to her

“mhm” spice wife hums in reply “he’s with David im guessing, who’s probably giving him free contraception just from the eye bags” she shrugs with a cheeky grin

Victoria laughs softly “the lack of sleep is no joke” she sighs “but I wouldn’t change it for the world, he’s so worth it” she grins down at the boy, laying him down on the sofa

“Come here vic” spice wife mumbles, pulling her in for a warm hug which Victoria happily falls into. “can I get a squeeze off him now?” she smiles eagerly into victorias shoulder

“course you can babe” Victoria smiles softly, pulling away to pick Brooklyn up and pass him into her fellow bandmates arms

spice wife gladly holds Brooklyn up “hello little man” she coos, grinning before cradling him in her arms “he’s so tiny v” spice wife says, voice full of glee

“yep, with huge lungs” Victoria jokes, admiringly gazing over the two infront of her

after a few minutes of smiles and many coos, liam and David walk in with a few cuppas “has she started crying yet?” David jokes softy, looking over at spice wife holding his lad

“I aren’t that soft” she smiles, her voice coming out incredibly soft. almost like Brooklyn wasn’t allowed to hear the adults conversing

as Liam enters the grand living room, cup of tea in hand, a smile grows on his plumpish lips. the sight of his favourite lady with a gorgeous little boy in her arms almost made his knees buckle. but spice wife was way too distracted by the baby in her arms to notice his fondness.

spice wife felt the weight of the sofa underneath her shift slightly as Liam plopped down beside her. “alright little man” he grins, punching brooklyns cheek softly “he’s nice isn’t he” Liam grins wider

“babies usually are quite lovely li” spice wife chuckles softly

the couple had stayed with the Beckham for a few hours afterwards, chatting gleefully as they passed Brooklyn between them before he go too restless. they returned to the car, arms more empty but hearts ridiculously full of brood.

“god Liam wasn’t he just lovely, don’t you just love how newborns smell? not in a weird way course, but you looked proper cute with him an all” spice wife rambled as they buckled their seatbelts and starts up the car

“yeah?” he chuckles lowly, trying to hide the huge grin on his face.

-PART 2

THE COOLEST OF COOL

following a decade defining performing with her main girls, Mrs spice joins her main man in what seemed to be a highly intriguing conversation with the one and only Jarvis cocker. showing that the pop princess may also be the princess of britpop, having been seen chatting to blurs Graham Coxon after sneaking back from the toilets with scary spice at her side! perhaps she could be the new bridge in the ongoing battle of britpop..

23/2/97

FRIENDLY FIRE?

it was a shocking view to see the future brother and sister in-law sat laughing away at an event in London two nights ago.. previously, Noel hadn’t been shy in speaking his truth about his little brothers bird. leading to many incidents between the two world dominating bands, mainly led by ginger and scary. yet now, it seems the two have snapped out of it and realised their kin’s, and it only took a little cigarettes and alcohol!

17/4/97

SPICE IN NAME, SPICE IN NATURE

well spotted love! a few snaps of the infamous Mr and Mrs spice were taken as they soaked up the heat of the amalfi coast. the pair were all cuddled up and happy enough to speak to everyone around them, but soon enough they plowed off into the smooth sea turning up the heat until they spotted and started heckling at the paparazzi from afar! who knew the two were so private regarding their love life..

6/8/97

NO NEED FOR THE FINGER MATE!

amidst the heat post the spice girls first show “Live in Istanbul!” Liam was spotted laughing and walking with the pop band whilst holding his missus close shouting and bawling about how brilliant she was the whole show! yet he wouldn’t let anyone get a look at his lady, clearly too loved up in his bubble of proudness!

10/10/97

ARRIVING IN SPICE WORLD!

the pop queens of Britain have finally given us a sneak peek of their long awaited movie “Spiceworld” amongst the girls themselves, many many famous faces were spotted on the night to celebrate the spice girls newest achievement. and ofcourse, Liam and the rest of oasis joined the party and premiere to show their support and add a little chaos into the night. they were asked if they enjoyed the movie and Noel Gallagher answered “it were crackers, but that’s them innit?” and Liam was nowhere to be found after disappearing with his girl..

12/12/97