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I have been trying to get this blog back for more than a year :') Cannot believe I finally got it and all my writing back!!!!!!

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Watching Horror Movies With Them!!

George

now listen to me

this one knows how to have fun

George organizes a night of terror every halloween

which involves showing up in costume at your house

usually as a vampire

yes, with the cape, fangs and fake blood

with a bag of candy the size of his head, too

and the first thing he does is attack you

"To learn not to invite anyone to your house, young lady"

then he uses his fangs (so you can become a vampire too, of course 😇) and reveals a vampire costume made for you!

with less neckline than his tho

you spend the night talking with a forced accent

eating candy and laughing at the trash movies he chose

until he gets tired of looking at the screen and prefers to watch you

"I'm tired of the movies, dear. How about I bite your pretty little neck some more?"

John

the most scared one (but will never admit it!)

he's also the one who loves popcorn the most

eats candy to disguise that he's too scared to say anything during the movie

if you look in John's direction at any point of he will be wide-eyed

without blinking

with the popcorn stopped halfway to his mouth until you ask if he's okay

"I'm fine, luve" he says looking like a scared child

loves the black and white horror movies with silly trash gore scenes tho, it's the ones he's most entertained with

laughs when you hide your face in his chest and always says when you can look at the screen again

even though he is as scared as you are

"Can I sleep here tonight, love? So you... y'know, don't get scared sleeping alone...?"

Paul

100% dont fuck around ghost movies

100% loves halloween and wear costumes that match yours!

love it when the movie is scary enough for you to curl up with him on the couch 😇😇

rarely scared of anything but hates bloody scenes

prefer horror movies with vampires or serial killers

always ends movie sessions with chocolate all over his face (he doesn't care much for popcorn)

and he always asks you to clean up for him "no, luve, with your tongue!"

jump scare makes him laugh more than they should

whether from the scene or from you jumping on the couch

"Such a scare little girl, aren't we? C'mere love, let me protect you from the monsters."

Ringo

might as well become a film critic

pays more attention to photography than plot

don't stop talking about how perfect the casting was

completely ignores that the protagonist has just been possessed and praises the soundtrack

he never says he wants popcorn but he always ends up eating half of yours

always have an arm around your shoulders and end up having a lot of fun with your reactions ❤

at the end of the movie he always hides around the house and try to scare you

and this ends up becoming a game between you two

until he ends up on the floor under a tickling attack

only that makes him stop lmao

only watch horror movies when it's night and raining

"I know the possessed neighbor just murdered the priest's wife but hear me out, dear... they used the wrong song :/"

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Hi I was wondering if you could help me find this fic. It’s John Lennon x reader and they’re making an album together I’ve been searching for it and just started stalking your account instead 🙃

I tried searching through the tags here and google it but couldn't find anything that came close to that description. In case anyone reading this knows, please let us know (now I'm interested too 👀)

And well.. welcome!😄 Hope u found something that you like to read <3 <3

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mulherrrrr obrigado pelas fic amo elas pf nunca pare de escrever!!!!

Ôh coisa boa de ler, gente. Que bom que você gosta meu bem!!!! Muito obrigada pelo apoio e espero que se divirta mt com as leituras <<33

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those moments in get back where paul's eyes are so fucking red and you don't know if it's because he's high or on the verge of tears or both

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Too Many Bugs

-one shot-

In the middle of the night, the boys pay Y/N a surprise visit. John, on the other hand, has a request to make.

.F!Reader x The Beatles (with a lil’ something with John)

Continuar lendo

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Woo! Thank you so much! I think reading the headcanons will be now a part of my menstruation routine!! <3 thank you for the fic!

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Eyo!

Can I ask you to please write a fanfiction how the boys would take care of the reader while theyre on period?

You absolutely can and you'll absolutely have it!!

Thanks for the idea!! It's lovely. I took some liberties with it, but I trully hope it amuses/comforts you in some way, dear 💕💕

-oneshot-

Y/N is on their period and all the guys do whatever they can to help!

.GN!Reader x The Beatles.

.another take on this request can be found here: headcannon & shorts.

"The fock is dat?"

Before his " 'ello" was even reciprocated, Ringo's arm rested again at his side and his smile turned into a death glare at John, who greeted him flatly.

"Clearly it's a giant stuffed koala, John" Ringo replied, pausing to brush away the imaginary dust off the big gray koala in his arms "Where the fuck are yer glasses?" he whispered finally, hugging the animal even more tightly.

"We were suppose to bring things that help, y'know?"

John snapped, shaking the box of chocolate in his hand "Things that will make Y/N feel better."

"Which is why I only brought myself" Paul joked, blowing cigarette smoke in John's direction and dramatically buttoning the white shirt he wore.

Secretly, he had a beautiful bracelet he bought the afternoon before, knowing you had seen and loved it on a walk with him a few weeks earlier.

The guys had arranged to meet on the corner closest to your house, each carrying an item that might help you get more comfortable now that you were suffering the side effects of a new treatment for your polycystic ovaries. It had been a long week on the new medication and they knew you needed support.

John finally stopped trying to knock Paul to the ground and started looking around, finally noticing that the group was still incomplete.

"Where's George?"

Ringo, who was busy trying to adjust the big red bow around the koala's neck, turned his attention to the other two boys "He said he was going to be late but he didn't want to say why."

"Always very dramatic, that one. I think we should offer him as a sacrifice to the Gods" John continued, kneeling on the floor and lifting the box of chocolate over his head "What do you think, Paulie?"

"Oh, I couldn't agree more, John luve" He said pompously, pretending his cigarette was a sword and using it to attack John.

Passersby watched the scene in a mixture of fear and amusement, like someone watching a circus magician tear a volunteer in half.

"Well, we'll do the ceremony as soon as he..." John shouted, getting to his feet again, when he saw a familiar figure round the corner.

Ringo was laughing at his friends' theater as he turned his attention to the same spot John was looking at.

The silence that fell over the group was like the calm before a storm.

"Are ye seeing what I'm seeing?" Paul asked, his cigarette almost falling towards the ground as he pointed energetically at the figure walking towards them.

"I… I think so" Ringo continued, feeling that if he was pinched at that moment, he would wake up from a dream.

"This is officially the best day of my life" John whispered, barely able to think of the first joke he would make.

Rounding the corner, more hopping than walking at this point, came George. Is important to notice that George, upon hearing that you were feeling bad, had the brilliant idea of ​​getting a big stuffed koala as a gift (since it's your favorite animal), but learning that Ringo had already done it however, he had the second-best idea he could.

"Please someone tell me I'm not seeing George coming towards us in a giant koala costume" Paul continued, his voice so devoid of emotion one would think he was about to cry "Someone please tell me he's not coming our way in a giant koala costume NOW."

It was as if Paul's voice acted as a trigger for John, who immediately ran towards George laughing more than a child on Christmas morning.

"WE NEED TO CALL THE ZOO AND TELL THEM YOU RAN AWAY, MATE" John yelled between laughs "I'M SORRY BUT I DON'T MAKE THE RULES."

Ringo could barely contain the tears that the laughter stirred in his eyes, and Paul just tried to blend in with the passersby so he wouldn't be mistaken for a friend of the giant koala.

"What the fuck went through your head??" John finally managed to say, enthusiastically tapping the big furry ears that fell to the side of George's face as Paul announced in the background "Yes folks, it's a giant koala and I don't know him. I've absolutely never seen this man before!"

"Well this pillock over 'ere stole my idea" George pointed a big furry paw in Ringo's direction causing him to laugh even harder "So I had to improvise."

"And you decided this was a valid improvisation?" Paul asked, unable to look directly at his friend without looking like he was going to start crying again.

"Y/N loves koalas, y'know... and she loves me too!" George said, slapping John's hands away from the gray fur of his new rented belly.

Ringo, who finally managed to contain his laughter, joined John in trying to find out whether or not the costume had a small gray tail.

"Leave the lil' tail out of this!" George yelled, trying to get the two boys off his back.

Paul, who was already looking around worriedly, started to push the boys towards your house "Let's get over there before someone who knows us comes by, ye crazy rats."

George was half bouncing and half running ahead, followed closely by John, trying some unfriendly gesture with his costume. Ringo was right behind, clutching his koala tightly to the chest.

It was an unusual group of people who certainly loved you more than could be said, maybe even more than a koala fantasy could convey.

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.How they take care of you when you're on your period.

.John.

you're sure you've seen John use two tampons to pretend they were vampire fangs lol

tries to distract you with weird jokes and writing songs about blood

but when he sees that you are going through a hard time, he drops the guitar and lies down with you

says with a huge smile that you can use him as a pillow whenever you want

one of the things he likes most is just lying down with you

so being able to take care of you and be under the covers all day is something he loves

even John's voice tone is different at these times

he becomes more serious, more attentive

and you couldn't love him more for it <3

his hand, big and always very warm, caresses your belly all the time

and he even insists on giving the food in your mouth

although he needs to imitate an airplane in every spoonful and this can take a few minutes

"Ye didn't like my imitation warplane, luve? You're lucky you're sick, otherwise I would fight for my honor right now."

.George.

think tea solves everything lmao

started researching more about plants that can help with your pain

and now grows one of them just for that <3

knows exactly when your period starts

and it hurts him more than anything when you're in pain

he dramatically carries you around the house while the two of you laugh louder than anything

likes to shower with you and massage your feet afterwards

discovered, during research, that sex can help with pain

and spread it to all the boys lmao

likes to lie with his head on your belly (with a lot of little kisses)

since you once said that weight and heat helped you feel better

snuggles into you at night and whispers against your neck that if you need anything, just call him.

"I'll be right here, luve. Hope you can rest well."

.Paul.

this one I-

where do I even begin

doesn't leave you alone for a second normally, imagine then when you don't feel well

asks every twenty seconds if you feel better

swears that his kisses are miraculous and that he will cure you

then proceeds to kiss your belly for five minutes straight

making you almost cry from smiling so much

suggests more than once that if you got pregnant, you wouldn't have to go through this

and start choosing the names of your children lmao

makes you your favorite soup and eats with you

does everything possible to make you happy and comfortable <3

"Since I've already tried kissing your belly, y'know, I think we should try something more... intense, luve."

.Ringo.

doesn't understand much about menstruation

but do everything possible to make you feel as comfortable as possible

gives you one new teddy bear a month

and put his perfume on them, so you don't feel alone when he needs to go out

buys chocolate but ends up eating more than you lol

always joins you in the bath and massages the soap on your back and hips deliciously

really helps with back pain!

but when he whispers if you want him to continue

you are obligated to follow George's research suggestion lmao

"I'll take care of you, dear. For the rest of my life if you want me to."

💖BONUS💖

GEORGE

George opened his eyes, the frames on the walls perfectly reflecting the golden light that flooded the room through the window. He turned around excitedly to see you sleeping peacefully beside him, but to George's surprise you were already awake.

"Good morning, love" He said, taking a hand to gently slide your skin under the covers. The smile on George's face began to fade slowly as he looked more closely at your face "What's the matter, dear?"

You had woken up before the sun this morning. Aroused by the intense pain, your cramps promised a long day of discomfort before the day even began.

"Good morning, my love" You replied, your voice weak from the pain "Nothing's wrong, no need to worry. It's just..."

Before you could even finish, George had done the math and understood what the problem was.

"Your little tummy hurts, isn't it?" He asked, leaning closer to you and placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek.

"It's the same as always, y'know, it's no big deal" You stated, perhaps more to yourself than to George.

He could only imagine what you experienced during those periods, but he remembered very well the times he saw you crying in pain, or even the times you needed to be taken to the hospital for more intense medication.

After those times, George started to research, trying to gather as much information that could help you as possible.

"Love" He started to say, getting up from the bed and exposing his bare chest, "I'll take care of you, alright? You just need to tell me what you need."

You were secretly terrified of your mood swings affecting George, so you always tried to pull back a little. He would always bring your favorite candy or offer to run you a hot bath. George even began to plant in the garden a flower which, he researched, the tea could help with period pain. Basically, he deserved the world and you barely felt in those moments that you could return all that love.

"Georgie, I'm gonna be..." You started to say, when you felt your whole body writhe with a new wave of pain. George quickly moved to your side, bringing his hands gently to your stomach in an attempt to warm the spot. His face rested against your neck, whispering that he was right there and that he loved you.

When the new wave of pain wore off, George kissed your cheek more times than you could count, and promised he would take care of you instead of going to the studio with the guys.

Before you could even protest, he left the room announcing that he was going to prepare your special tea and bring more medicine and blankets.

"You just lie right there, and I'll be back so we can lie together for the rest of the day" He announced from the doorway, smiling at the thought that he could spend the day by your side.

A few minutes later, through the window, you could see George picking the flower in the garden with a big smile on his face, excited to be able to help the love of his life.

🌼

PAUL

"Are ye feelin' better?"

Paul's voice conveyed the worry that had gripped him minutes ago when you announced that you couldn't go with him to the studio tonight.

He was in bed, still wearing the black jacket and blue shirt he'd set aside for rehearsal, and your head rested against his lap. Taking turns caressing your face and stroking your hair, Paul had asked you more than seven times if you'd felt better in the past five minutes.

"Not yet, Paulie. I doubt I'll feel any better today" You replied, already feeling exhausted "Until my period really comes I'm doomed to cramps."

Paul gave a sad smile and took one of his hands to caress your stomach gently, knowing that your cramps could often be quite cruel.

"I'll stay here with you, then" He announced, unable to tear his eyes away from the patch of skin on your stomach that his fingers had discovered "If you can't go, I can't go."

"Paul, you can't..." You tried to smile but felt a new contraction approaching. Seeing your eyes slam shut, he quickly climbed off the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor, his mouth just inches from your face.

"I'll take care of you, love" Paul whispered as you felt the spasms of pain approaching "I'm going to get that new medicine now and there's nothing you can say that will make me leave you alone."

With a leap, he left the room. He returned a few minutes later, when the spasms had passed, with medicine and a glass of water.

He came back without his jacket or the blue shirt. The shoes, you knew, must have been thrown somewhere in the living room.

"Oh... I think dat just healed me" You joked, noticing Paul's exposed shoulders and belly.

He gave a loud, genuine laugh, the kind that would light up any room "Wait till I tell you what George told me, luve."

You made a questioning expression as you swallowed the medicine and Paul jumped on the bed again, this time pressing on your feet and giving small kisses to your legs.

You saw that he tried not to be distracted by the glow that his kisses aroused in your eyes, but Paul's lips curved more and more in a smile as he approached your thighs.

"Apparently" He continued, in the most seductive voice in the world "Sex is great for cramps, dear."

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I’m so excited for your new fics coming out!!

I've been taking a while, huh? Life has gotten the best of me lately. Thanks for the support, dear <3

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I didn't forget about the requests! I got a few more (very amazing by the way) these days and they will all be updated on my masterlist by tomorrow. I hope to post at least a few in the next week. Hope you are all well <3

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“…and we’ll all sing together.”

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Well…?

(Finished Get Back and couldn’t resist)

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Updated my masterlist with the requests I'm working on, go check it out to see what's to come 💕💕💕 (new mclennon and more George flufff included hehe)

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The Snow Can Wait

just a cute little scene with reader and Paulie 🎄

GN!Reader x Paul McCartney

You woke up in the middle of the night, the dimness of the room was broken only by the light of cars slowly passing by the street. Only a few seconds after your eyes adjusted to the dark, you noticed that the other half of the bed was occupied only by Paul's abandoned blanket.

The white blanket slid easily over your body as you got up to see that the clock indicate just past three in the morning.

You walked to the door, silently thanking the soft rug that shielded your feet from the cold floor, thinking you'd probably find Paul sitting in the living room chair with the bass in hand (or, even more often, he'd be sleeping with the bass about to fall out on the floor).

A flight of stairs later, you saw the figure of Paul standing against the living room window, and you didn't have to look twice to understand the real reason he was there.

The room had a bluish hue, the white walls perfectly reflecting the light coming in through the window. Paul was wrapped in his favorite green robe, his still-perfect hair didn't even seem to belong to someone who hadn't even started the day.

The pine tree, decorated with appreciation by Paulie and you a few days earlier, filled your nostrils with its signature scent even before it was visible in the dark.

"So... she shows up and that's enough for you to leave me alone in bed, huh?" You announced your presence, feeling the cold air from the larger room finally hit you.

Paul didn't even seem startled, almost as if he knew you'd find him there. You walked towards him slowly and heard the low sound of his laughter before he extended his arms, an invitation to join him at the window.

"Didn't want to wake you up, luve" Paul whispered. The world always seems so silent at three in the morning that it felt wrong to speak too loudly "You were sleeping like a baby squirrel when I got up, it would be a crime."

He draped one of his arms gently over your shoulder, placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek. Paul was smiling serenely, reluctant to share his attention at that moment with anything other than the window and you.

"Baby squirrel, you say" You wondered, putting your arm around his waist and snuggling into Paul's warm embrace "I think it's just a selfish excuse to not share the snow with me."

White flakes filled every stretch of the view. The streets gleamed as if dotted with tiny diamonds and the trees that had been bare at dusk, now carried a thick, fuzzy layer of ice that resembled ice cream balls more than anything else.

The Christmas decorations of the neighboring houses tried their best to fight a battle against the white that threatened to sink all colors, but it wasn't looking at all favorable.

Paul's eyes traveled lazily across the length of the window, getting distracted only to place one more kiss against your hair.

"I woke up and it was all white already. I came running like it was Christmas morning" He said, gently patting your shoulder.

On your first winter with Paul, all those years ago, you discovered that one of the things he loves most is the silent nights where everything turns to snow and the world seems to exist with unshakable peace.

"I should have guessed" You whispered, following Paul's eyes to a nearby branch that gave way under the weight of the snow "It's the only way to get you out of bed when it's cold."

"The snow can't wait, my dear" He chuckled, warming the room a little more for a few seconds.

You love a lot of things about Paul, that's for sure. The way he makes sure not to wear matching socks, the way he likes to carry your shampoo on trips (just to remember the smell of your hair), his voice when he just woke up or the way he always manages to have a few more minutes in bed with you every morning. It is his laugh, tho, that can make all the butterflies in your stomach flutter like you were a field of flowers on a sunny day.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his eyes still traveling the view like he was getting the first glimpse through the window.

"Yeah, it's beautiful" You said, staring at the smile that danced on the lips of the man you loved "The snow is pretty cute, too."

Paul laughed louder this time, putting himself in front of you. He gently stroked your face and moved closer, his beautiful eyes flashing in your direction and his hands pinned to your waist, looking deep into your eyes.

"Merry Christmas, my dear" He whispered at last, before sealing his lips to yours for a long moment, so hot you didn't even care for the cold fingers that threatened to run across the skin beneath your sweater.

"Christmas is... is still two weeks away, Paulie love" You replied confused, unable to ignore the desire that formed on your lips from his kiss.

"Well, it looks like I already have my present anyway, doesn't it?" He whispered, pulling your face against his and finally deciding that the snow could wait.

It was time to go back to bed.

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You Smell Like Home

.George Harrison x Paul McCartney.

The tour van could get a little tight at times, especially if someone was pissed off or if the night was particularly busy.

The boys used to share trips excitedly, everyone singing or talking to each other, but on days like today, it was as if a gray cloud of tension had become the fifth Beatle.

John shared the front seat with Mal, the dark glasses resting on the boy's already closed eyes. He got into the van silently and stayed that way until he fell asleep.

Ringo was lying on the middle seat, had a scarf over his face improvising a sleep mask and was wearing a robe to keep himself warm on the road. He is the one who gets affected the most in the middle of fights, always trying to calm things down or give a neutral word.

Paul and George shared the backseat, reluctantly. They'd gotten into an argument the night before over a reason that, honestly, no one else remembers anymore. Sometimes the egos got too big to fit in the short space of the van, and they ended up blowing up over little things.

George struggled not to fall asleep, but the gentle curves of the road were almost an invitation for his face to rest on Paul's shoulders.

Normally that wouldn't be a problem, they were always using each others as pillows (sometimes even beds), but after last night's tension, George felt that if he let his guard down with Paul, it was like saying he was right.

Paul was engrossed in his reading, not even paying attention to the landscape or getting distracted by Ringo's snoring.

George's eyes were about to close again when he felt movement in his side. Paul was carefully arranging a blanket over him, placing the ends under him on the seat and ensuring he was well positioned "There ye go" He whispered at last.

He went back to the book and George couldn't move for a few seconds, all the tension seemed to be hurled out of the van with the simple movement of the blanket.

"Thank you" was all he managed to say. Paul just smiled, as if nothing had even happened.

George snuggled closer to Paul, not afraid to let his head rest on his friend's shoulder "You know, Paul" He started to say, feeling the curves already bringing his sleep back "You smell like home."

Paul smiled gently and planted a kiss on George's forehead. Before falling asleep for good, George heard Paul's voice saying "I hope that doesn't mean I smell like fish."