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goingmerryfics · 1 month

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Hello! I’ve stumbled across your blog and i love it!! I see you’re doing the "sit on his lap" and was wondering if you could add Zoro & Ace and whoever else you choose! Thank you in advance ☺️

Sitting in their lap while they’re not paying attention - w/ Zoro & Ace

Content: Gender neutral reader, SFW

Notes* Thanks for requesting this and also letting me have a free choice, because I haven’t had the chance to write for Paulie yet. But he’s going to have some NSFW elements, so his will be posted separately right away!

Part three of this prompt. Read the other parts here:

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Zoro

It’s impossible to catch this guy off guard

But there is one way

Zoro is known for his impromptu naps, and that’s how you need to get him

He’s very easily able to shoot up, awake in an instant, at any nearing enemy or danger

So you have to keep your mischief in check while you do it

He’s sitting up against the mast of the ship, arms folded and legs crossed over his ankles

You near him, kneel down, and wave in front of his face

No reaction

Robin is watching you do this from where she’s sitting and reading, amusement all over her face

Carefully, you seat yourself down and make yourself comfortable. You kind of feel like a cat while doing this

It takes you a second to get your legs comfy- you’re kind of sprawled out everywhere

But once you do, you watch his face for any sense of him waking

He doesn’t move, and so you push your luck and take it a little further

You carefully pick up one of his arms and put it around your shoulders, that way you can put your head on his shoulder with one hand on his chest

You’re kind of stuck here until he wakes up, but at least you’re comfortable in the warmth of his body heat

At one point, Nami stops and asks you something about ‘choosing the meathead’, but you’re half asleep at this point

You fall asleep before you get to see his reaction- His face and ears go red when his eyes open and he realizes he can’t move under you

He’d been ready to grab for his sword and attack, but he’d never met an enemy as cute as you were

He carefully stands, picking you up as he does while being careful not to wake you

You wake up hours after the sun has already set, lying comfortably on top of Zoro’s chest in the hammock, one hand on your back and the other behind his head

Slowly, you relax, and head right back to sleep

Ace

Ace is the insufferable type of boyfriend- and by that, I mean he would absolutely tease the hell out of you for anything you wanted to do with him- even if he wanted to do it just as badly

“Aww, you want a kiss? You’re going to have to jump for it.”

You still think you should have just swept his leg for that

But knowing this, you knew that to get into his lap without his annoyingly cute teasing, you needed to flip the script on him and get him flustered instead

So you waited for the perfect moment

Ace is known for his strange narcoleptic condition. It was always at mealtime

So you made sure to sit directly beside him today when everyone was called to dinner

Marco gave you a look when you rushed to your seat- he knew you were up to something, but he couldn't quite tell what it was yet

You just gave him a wink

Ace is chatty with everyone as much as he can be while stuffing his mouth full, as usual

And mid-conversation, that’s where he drops

Also as usual

You quickly move to catch his head before he falls face-first into his food, and then everyone watches and laughs as you maneuver him so that you can sit on his lap, facing him

Once you’re steady, you let his face fall into your chest

Marco sighs and shakes his head

Ace comes to just a second or so later, drool at the corner of his mouth and eyes heavy. His hat is knocked slightly askew, and he fixes it before realizing where he’s been drooling on

Blush paints his face as he meets your gaze

Smirk on your face, you coo at him and ask if he likes your body that much to be drooling all over it

He shakes his head with a low chuckle as the crew laughs

He’s got that look on his face that you were hoping for- complete surrender

He doesn’t know how to retaliate, so he just pulls you down for a kiss

Someone throws a dinner roll at the two of you and shouts for you to get a room

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daisyblog · 5 months

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Congratulations

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN share their news with close friends.

Niall:

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Niall🤍

YN sent Niall the text and waited because she knew once he had read it, she was going to receive a call.

And within a few minutes, YN’s phone began to ring with Niall’s name displayed. YN was quick to answer the FaceTime, eager to see his reaction.

“Hi Niall!”. YN and Harry answered together, a big grin on their face.

“Are you two having me on?” Niall got straight to the point.

“No…we’re having a baby!” YN explained.

“I can’t believe this…I think I’m gonna cry!” Niall had been there from the beginning of their relationship, so to see his two best friends happy and expecting a little one was emotional. “Congratulations guys…I’m so happy for you.”.

“Thanks Ni…well get ready for Uncle duties!”.

“I can’t wait!”. Niall couldn’t hide his excitement. “I’m gonna be their favourite uncle”.

“I think you’re going to have to fight for that spot with Louis!” Harry joked.

“Tell him to give up now!” Niall teased.

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Mitch and Sarah:

Harry: PHOTO Hi Uncle Mitch and Auntie Sarah❤️

Harry could see that Mitch was typing a reply, so he and YN waited for the response.

Mitch: Little one is having a nap or I would be shouting down the phone right now!! CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!! Welcome to parenthood, we can’t wait for you to join us!!

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Jeff:

Harry: PHOTO

Harry had sent his manager and friend a photo of the scan and purposely not saying anything more. So when Harry’s phone rang, he wasn’t shocked.

“Harry!” Jeff didn’t allow Harry to answer. “What’s going on?”.

��I don’t know what you mean Jeffery.” Harry played dumb, a smirk covering his face.

“You can’t just send me a baby scan and say nothing else.”

Harry laughed but decided to put Jeff to ease. “YN’s pregnant!”.

“Fuck off!”.

“I’m serious…she’s like fifteen weeks now.” Harry explained.

“FIFTEEN WEEKS!” Jeff had a similar reaction to others when the couple announced how far along YN was.

“We only found out this week.” Harry defended himself.

“Well all I can say is…Congratulations H, you really deserve this and I’m behind you and YN every step of the way!”.

“Thanks Uncle Jeff.” Harry teased.

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The Love Family:

Harry: PHOTO Our new addition to the love family🫶🏼❤️

Elin: Aww you guys🥹Congratulations Harry and YN🤍

Ariza: Congratulations to you both! So happy for you, amazing news!

Niji: Congratulations! You both deserve so much happiness❤️

Pauli: YESSS!! Saucy saucy😂A big congrats my man!

Yaffra: Wow! Congratulations!!

Lloyd: 👀…THIS IS THE BEST NEWS! Congratulations Boss x

Brad: WOOOOO! I KNEW IT! Congratulations H and YN x

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Zayn:

Despite some distance being created when Zayn left the band, YN had always tried to stay in contact with him. They didn’t talk all the time but they would occasionally catch up over a few messages or now and again a FaceTime call, especially when Zayn had Khai.

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Zayn 👋🏼

Zayn: What a message to wake up to. I wasn’t expecting this news. A massive congratulations to you and H, you’re going to be amazing parents❤️

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Liam:

YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Liam 👋🏼

Liam: 😱😱😱

Liam: OH MY

Liam: I’m speechless

Liam: A huge congratulations to you guys! You deserve so much happiness and I wish you all the love x

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James Cordon:

Harry: PHOTO Hello Uncle James!!

James: Thank you very much for making me cry on a Monday morning!! WAW!! A big congratulations to you both!! H…welcome to fatherhood, it’s incredible. Big love x

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Lou Teasdale:

YN: PHOTO Hi Auntie Lou👋🏼🩷

Lou T: OMFG!! You kept this quiet! Congrats my darlings🩷Love ya both xx

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Nick Grimshaw:

Harry: PHOTO Hi Grimmy x

Grimmy: This better not be a joke! Congrats both! Catch up soon? Orange juice for you YN x

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Professor celebrating Harry’s birthday would he so cute 🥹

a little late, but that’s kinda how i do things! enjoy!!

The Professor Series

“I miss you so much, H. I wish I could be there.”

“I understand. Duty calls, right?” Harry said. He was smiling through the camera, but you could tell he was more upset than he was letting on.

You brought your phone closer to your face and smiled brightly. “I know you’re going to have the bestest birthday ever.”

“‘Bestest?’” he asked with a furrowed brow. “You never use fake words. What’s going on with you? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. I’m trying to be more colloquial, that’s all.”

Harry looked suspicious, but you kept on smiling, hoping he would buy it. Sometimes if you acted odd enough, he just let it go. You had your quirks, and Harry knew to just roll with them by now.

“O...Kay. How long before your next lecture?”

“Attention passengers. We are beginning our descent. Please prepare for landing.”

Confused, Harry peered closer into the camera, as if he could peer past your head, but you were so close to the camera for a reason. “Landing? Love, what are you—”

“Gotta go!” you blurted, then hung up the phone.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.**.*.

Harry ❤️: I can’t believe you’re hiding from me.

Harry ❤️: I know you’re here, Y/n. What’s the point in dragging this on?

Harry ❤️: And on my birthday? Harsh, love.

Your phone wouldn’t stop pinging. You knew once that message in the plane sounded, the jig was up. Still, you wandered around downtown Palm Springs with your rolling suitcase, ignoring Harry.

The urge to go straight to the house he was staying out was nearly impossible to ignore, and he had a point. He already knew you were here. Why pretend like he didn’t.

Because the plan is still a surprise, you reminded yourself. It wasn’t just that you were making a surprise visit to Palm Springs, you had a whole plan laid out that involved a cake, a pink sparkly suit, and a very nerve-wracking appearance onstage tonight.

Onstage. It was almost as stomach-twisting as baking a cake from scratch. You cooked the whole thing up with Harry’s band and manager. You were going to present a birthday cake to Harry at his show tonight in an outfit that matched Harry’s. It was definitely out of your comfort zone, but you were excited to do it for him.

Only you ruined the surprise before you even landed in California.

Checking your watch, you realized it was time to head to the arena. Pauli was going to sneak you in so you could bake in the kitchen the tour catering team used. Only now you had to be extremely careful because Harry was definitely going to be looking out for you.

Later that evening, you were frosting the last touches on the cake. From your phone updates, Harry was taking his ritual ice bath. Setting your phone down, you picked up your icing bag and went back to work piping letters onto the top of the cake.

“Aww, is that for me?”

You shrieked and jumped in the air. Turning towards the door, Harry was standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist. His arms were crossed and his brows were raised, but as he came closer, you stopped him.

“No!” You ducked down behind the kitchen island, out of sight.

“Y/n, what are you—”

“This was supposed to be a surprise!” you groaned.

“Well, excuse me for wanting to see my girlfriend on my birthday,” Harry joked. You heard Harry step closer to you, but you didn’t straighten up. “Y/n, darling, stand up please.”

“No. If you go now, I can still surprise you.”

“Nope, that’s it.”

Arms were around you and lifting you to your feet, and then you were face to face with Harry. He was smiling at you, definitely smug at finally finding you. At least he wasn’t upset about you avoiding him all day.

Sighing, you leaned against his shoulder. “Happy birthday.”

Harry’s chest rose and fell from his chuckle. “Don’t sound too excited.”

“I’m sorry. I just really wanted this surprise to be, you know, a surprise.”

Tipping your chin up, Harry kissed you on the forehead. “I’m sorry. If you give me a kiss right now, I’ll pretend this never happened.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Course,” he said. “You just got to make it the best kiss ever. You did avoid me half the day.”

You ran a hand up his chest, smiling at your failure of a surprise. You’d been excited to do something special for Harry. It felt like he was always going out of his way for you.

But the night was still young. You tasted the cake beforehand, and it actually turned out delicious, Harry didn’t know you were going to be onstage, and you were together. Above all else, you were together.

Gripping the back of his hair you kissed him. Harry hummed with pleasure, the way he always did when you took initiative. His hands gripped your waist appreciatively. "Happy you're here, darling," he mumbled. "Best birthday ever."

"Not yet," you said, kissing him one more time. "Now go and wait patiently for your surprise."

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you..."

This was your queue to step onstage to present the cake. It was in your hands, not-so-expertly decorated, and the two and nine candles were lit. All you had to do was walk across the stage and bring it to Harry, to Pauli if you wanted to make a quick getaway.

Except you weren't moving.

Part of building up your courage to walk out into a full arena was simply not thinking about it. Now that the time had come, you were terrified.

"Happy birthday dear Harry..."

Well, it was now or never. Hesitantly, you walked out as the crowd finished the song. Sarah gave you a thumbs-up as you walked carefully to where Harry was standing next to Pauli. Your boyfriend's back was to you, Pauli nudged his shoulder and he turned around immediately, a wide grin splitting his face.

"My love," he said softly, making sure he wasn't speaking into the mic. You could tell he saw the terror on your face, so he came closer and stepped in front of you so all you saw was him. The screams were still overwhelming, but you only saw him, which helped to take the edge off.

"This is the part where you act surprised," was all you could think of to say.

"I am. Never thought you would try to upstage me on my birthday," Harry teased. Then he winked and said, "You want to see them go absolutely insane?"

"Wh—What are you talking abou—"

Harry leaned over and kissed you on the forehead, and just as he predicted, the screams only got louder. You wanted to sink into the floor, but Harry kept murmuring words of encouragement, thanking you for the birthday surprise.

He made his wish and made a show of acting surprised to see you out here. Each minute felt like an hour, though by the end of it you would say you were only mildly uncomfortable. Harry kept an arm around you the whole time, making sure to whisper in your ear silly jokes and facts he read up on to impress you. And, "You look radiant darling, but that's not a surprise. You're always the most beautiful woman in the room."

That earned him a pinch when your face flushed, but he just laughed and kissed your cheek.

The show eventually had to continue, and you shuffled back offstage, but not before Harry dabbed a bit of frosting onto your nose. He seemed to be in higher spirits afterward. You busied yourself with cutting the cake into equal parts for everyone onstage—you made cupcakes for the crew. You danced a little as you cut the cake. Having been working, you missed the last couple shows, but you missed the energy and hearing Harry perform. When the show was playing its final chords, you grabbed a slice of cake to hand to Harry when he ran offstage. Your smile was big as he jogged toward you, partially because you were eager for him to try your cake—you were quite proud of how it turned out.

You handed the plate to him, and he took it, only to set it back on the table where the rest of the slices were. "Nope," he said, not even stopping as he hoisted you into his arms. Your legs went around his waist instinctively, even as you repeatedly told him to put you down. Harry did, but only when you were back in his dressing room and a sofa was underneath you.

"I worked really hard on that cake," you said, only partially irked that he didn't even try it.

"We'll eat it after," he said quickly.

Part of you wanted to argue, but Harry was still sweating from the show, and he was wearing one of those matching sets that he refused to wear a shirt underneath. "Promise?"

Harry kissed you, your chin between his fingers. "Promise."

He leaned in again, shedding his jacket and tossing it on the floor, but before he got to you, you paused him and said, "Happy birthday, darling. I love you."

"And I love you. You're getting a lot better at surprises too."

"Wait what?"

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖊, 𝕴 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗! (It's True, I Swear!)

Fem!Reader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

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lipglossanon · 2 months

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hi gloss hope you’re having a good day so far <3

so hear me out… country boy/cowboy leon x spoiled city girl reader🛐🛐🛐 (i have a thing for cowboys, i blame agent whiskey for this shit😭)

leon’s only used to country girls so when him and you get together he’s like amazed at how different your lives are he’s used to getting dirty, working hard, not depending on anyone for anything and then you come along you’re spoiled, never worked a day in your life cause of ‘daddy’s money’, and you won’t even let dirt hit your shoe

one day he’s forcing you to help out on the farm, you’re bored ofc so you decide to mess with leon. you’re teasing him and stuff, when finally you take his cowboy hat and put it on, it makes him smile down at you as he laughs under his breath. “you know about the rule, right, sweetheart?” he asks, making you look at him slightly confused before laughing. “there’s no way you actually do that stupid rule, leon.”

long story short; he definitely believes in that joke rule, ‘cause now you’re on top of him, riding him like a damn cowgirl. and GOD the thought of teasing him while you ride him, saying stuff like “you like this city girl pussy, baby?” and, “bet you never even had a city girl, probably used to those stupid country girls.” and then, he starts getting a tiny bit mad at the teasing, making you just tease him more, all while mocking his accent, which he HATES when you do it ‘cause he believes you’re not doing it right.

uh.. anyways… country boy leon brainrot (i need therapy so bad..)

like always, remember to eat something if u haven’t, drink some water, and go out on a walk if you can. bye! -🩵

Hiya 🩵 anon!! 👋

And I’m having a great day so far (I hope you are too!!)

🤭 I had a friend in middle school whose dad was kind of a cowboy; he had a small ranch and horses. I went to my first rodeo with her and was like this is just okay 🤣

(Oh my god, you should watch Son In Law!!! It’s an older movie with Pauly Shore but the gist is the same 😆 except he’s the city boy and it’s a country girl 🤣 it’s so silly but I love it)

Anywho, enough of my rambling 🤭 but hot damn 🥵

The teasing!!! 😩 but to be fair no one nails the accent right lmao

God but after he’s tired of her teasing he just flips her onto her back and fucks her stupid

“Aww honey thought y’was gonna show me how good that city girl pussy was gonna grip me, c’mon show me. Oooh, tight little cunt but I think y’can do better’n that.”

#ask box #🩵 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #country boy!leon #city girl!reader #cowboy!leon #cowboy!leon kennedy

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 2 days

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Baby bats 🦇

What are sometimes the boys would be in like “daddy mode” such as acting soft with the kids and if others see one of them they get embarrassed about?

Aww that's such a sweet question Ria! 🥺 The boys do definitely switch into daddy mode often, but I feel the only ones who would really be very embarrassed about being caught acting like a total softy would be David and Marko.

Like David was teaching Annie tea time etiquette one night and talking her through it [hey, if she's gonna make him play tea party, she has to learn to do it right] with a tiara and everything on when the boys got home to see him sat on a little pink plastic chair about to collapse right under him trynna hold up his weight whilst teaching his daughter to keep a straight pinky when she sips her tea.

Dwayne is always in Daddy mode when it comes to his wild little princess. He's this deep, brooding, scary man on the boardwalk, then this little girl comes waddling toward him with her arms stretched out shouting 'daddy!' And he's just melting on the spot right there. He's got this big smile on and he's scooping her up while kissing her chubby little face all over. 🩷🥺

Marko is very protective, so when his Daddy mode kicks in, it's when Kat or any of the other kids get hurt. ESPECIALLY if it's someone who had done so on purpose. If it's just some kid, he's scaring em off to hide behind moms legs... If it's some dickwad old enough to know better... They're probably dead. He's hugging his baby and cooing and being all sweet saying names like "Oh, Bellisima principessa... Il mio bambino..."

Pauly is pretty much the same as Marko, but the most his Daddy Mode kicks in is when the kids get bad dreams or nightmares. He's super soft and almost a complete and total opposite to his normal self. He's quiet and gentle, holding his babies close and shushing them and rocking them. He usually spends a lot of nights covering in Baby Bats and black mail from his mates.🩷

#cherry rambles #cherry answers #ask #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #fruitbats🦇🍒#tlg #tlg au #the lost girls

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sametrapeni · 11 months

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Nice sunset, huh?

Yeah, sure...

Aww Sammy, are you crying?

Maybe...

And even though Paulie has a beatiful sunset ahead of him, he can't take his eyes off Sam.

#mafia definitive edition #sam trapani #paulie lombardo #my art #a very needed fluff #sam is a quite sensitive guy #haha #who woulda thunk #Spotify #salie #sam trapani x paulie lombardo

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 2

Summary: Michael gets a taste of what it's like hanging out with the Lost Boys and they get to see what special talents he has. Everyone wins.

When I pitched the idea for a southern Michael, I KNEW I had to make him play guitar. So please enjoy some tunes HERE

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The ride back to the cave was interesting, to say the least. Michael was oblivious to the curiosity experienced by the Lost Boys, simply happy to join them while riding on his ATV. He was just as wild in a more casual drive as he was during the game of chicken with David. The boys thought they were pretty noisy whenever they shouted and whooped on particularly fun rides, but Michael’s voice was far more powerful than any of theirs.

He yipped and yeehawed and laughed up into the empty night sky as he followed the boys to their cave. It was like he was constantly running on a full battery and itching to use as much energy as possible. He clearly loved to make himself heard, even with no words said.

Little did he know that everyone else was sharing a conversation through the mental link in their heads, and he was the very reason they were talking.

“I’ll be the first to say it,” Paul spoke to the others. “Michael’s really cute! I always wanted to meet a southern gentleman~”

“Aww and here I thought a Yankee like me was your type, Paulie,” Dwayne teased the blond. Looking to the left of his bike he watched in amusement as Paul playfully stuck his tongue out at him.

“I like that he’s really wild with the driving!” Marko added, smiling devilishly to himself. “If he’s a real Texan cowboy, I’ll bet he knows some other ways to have fun. Maybe he knows bull riding or shooting!”

While the three of them gushed about Michael through their link, David kept himself completely silent. Whenever he was focused on something, the boys knew better than to interrupt his thoughts. All that was going through his mind was who Michael truly was.

Sure, the human was smooth-talking and brave enough to take on a challenge, but he had to dig deeper than that. He wanted to know what made Michael truly tick. What he feared, what he dreamed of, and what the best way to twist his thoughts and keep him loyal would be. Max’s orders were still clear in David’s head, and he had to stay focused if he were to meet the demands.

This was all purely professional. He’d keep a close eye on Michael tonight and strike when the moment was right.

With the speed they were driving, it didn’t take long at all for everyone to get to the cave. Dwayne lit each candle and barrel inside their home with his trusty torch while Paul and Marko gleefully jumped down rocks and ledges with Laddie. It was a familiar routine for them, but a pleasant one.

David glanced over at Michael, expecting him to be a bit intimidated by the dangerous nature of the cave. If the structure of the place didn’t scare him, then surely the wire fences and “keep out” signs outside would. But fear was definitely not on Michael’s face.

The curly-haired boy had Star’s hand in his own, hopping from rock to rock while holding onto her. They both giggled in excitement as they moved together. Even if he’d never been to this cave before Michael certainly maneuvered around it like he had done so for years. Star was all too happy to be included in the fun.

David looked up at the high walls of the cave, not wanting to watch the two of them act so giddy with one another. Not because he cared. It just wasn’t necessary for the time being. At least, that’s what he told himself.

While the boys got settled into their routine of hanging out and relaxing for the night, Star stepped away from Michael in order to help Laddie onto the seat by the old fountain that sat front and center of the room. It made David feel quite pleased with himself to see how much his family had grown and how happy they were in this place they all called “home”. Soon it would be that way for Michael too.

It didn’t take long for David to start using his knowledge of the long-dilapidated hotel that stood before them. He gave the same spiel he had given the others before; the resort's history, the Earthquake that took it down, how they claimed it as their own, everything. The look of wonder in Michael’s blue eyes told the vampire he was already quite impressed with their space.

“Whooooo boy,” he said, letting out a whistle. “I’ll bet this place was mighty purdy back in the day!”

The others couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles from their amusement at Michael’s accent.

“Sorry, did you just say ‘purdy’?” Paul snickered, lighting up a joint in his mouth while lounging on a nearby chair. “Are ya tryin’ to say ‘pretty’ or somethin?”

“That’s exactly what I’m sayin’!” Michael said. “Ain’t those ears of yours work right?”

The others laughed even harder, more than satisfied with how Michael rolled with the punches and could give a bit of teasing as easily as he could take it. Even David found the corners of his mouth starting to tug upward.

Dwayne moved from his spot in the corner, chucking the now extinguished torch to the side since there was plenty of light from the glow of the candles. He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets before sauntering up to Michael.

“So tell us,” he said. “How exactly did a guy like you make the move from Texas to California of all places?”

Michael smiled, leaning against one of the pillars that stood by the rocky walls of the cave. He flicked the brim of his hat, showing off his face a little better.

“My mama and daddy couldn’t stand each otha’ no more so we packed up and headed out west to be with my grandpa. Mama’s from California but she ain’t been here in a month of Sundays. She says it’s a good bit of change for me and my baby brother, Sammy”

The other boys traded looks with one another, clearly entertained by Michael’s interesting choice of words. However, David was the only one to see something else in the human as he talked. There was a hint of sadness on his face. Despite the sweet smile, there was a bittersweet sensation that hinted he may not have wanted to leave home in the first place.

David knew Santa Carla to be his one, true home, but he understood that it wasn’t the right place for everyone. It was dangerous and intimidating and full of the craziest people you’d ever meet in your life. Even without the vampiric influence that lurked in its shadows your life was still constantly at risk in a place like this. It didn’t exactly scream “Home, Sweet Home” to most people.

“It must be quite different for you, Michael,” David commented. He stood closer to the brunet, nudging him softly as a gesture of kindness. It would be much easier to give him a sense of understanding so he wouldn’t feel so alone. “Why don’t we get you some food and you can tell us all about where you came from?”

Michael seemed to like that idea quite a bit, grinning at David for suggesting that. Whenever he smiled it felt like he was adding a new source of light to the space.

Marko was the one sent off to fetch some dinner. Surprisingly, Michael tried to offer to pay for the food himself, claiming it was the polite thing to do for them after they invited him into their space. They turned down the offer but decided to leave out the detail that they never paid for food in the first place. Just a lot of mind tricks and sticky fingers to get what they wanted.

It wasn't long before the vampires and their human guest were chowing down on a spread of Chinese food together. The brunet ate like he was almost starved to death, shoveling plenty of rice, noodles, veggies, and steak in his mouth, yet still eager for more. David didn't even get the chance to do something silly like make Michael think he was eating worms or something. Even if he did use his mind tricks Michael would still probably eat the stuff.

"Jesus, Michael, have you had any food since you moved here?" Marko teased, stirring his chopsticks around in the container he had.

"Course I have! I just gotta hearty appetite, that's all!" Michael said after gulping down the food in his mouth. "That's why we go hog-wild with food in Texas! Every cookout, barbecue, and county fair you see has the biggest spread ya ever did see. Gotta feed all them growing farm boys there!"

The others chuckled to themselves. California was a bit different with food, as it focused more on trendy, diet stuff. It was a good thing they all preferred the taste of fresh blood because there was just a lot of weird stuff sold on the boardwalk they really didn't want to try.

"There's a lot of farmlands there I'm guessing?" Star asked. She was sitting next to Paul, not in the mood for Chinese food but still involved in the conversation.

"Texas is so big ya get a little bit o' everything!. Where I come from there's horse fields, ranches, and miles of woods. But ya gotta be real careful ya don't run into a pissed-off timber wolf in the sticks when the sun goes down"

David snickered out loud at that. Even if he and the boys were truly the scariest and most dangerous creatures out there, there was still a part of him that was intrigued by the idea of Michael taking on wild animals by himself.

"You're not scared of a little pup like that, are ya, Michael?" David teased.

Once again the human boy let out the heartiest laugh he had ever heard. Michael slapped a hand over his knee as he set down his carton of food.

"Hell, they more scared of me! I damn near shot the fleas off a coyote that was diggin' in our chicken coop last year. Ran runnin' with its tail between its legs, the little shit"

Michael held his arms up as if he held a shotgun in his hands. The stereotype of Texans loving their guns didn't go over David's head.

It was strangely pleasant hearing the southern boy go into detail about the life and adventures he had experienced back home. Maybe it was the insanity that came with each tale or maybe it was the intense voice he spoke with that made everyone hang on his every word. Either way, David couldn't deny he was fascinated by Michael. The more they hung out the more he wanted to get to know this human.

Little did he know he was about to learn something extra interesting about Michael.

While the brunet was deep in a story about an incident with a horse he had to help out, he cut himself off, going completely silent. The others watched in confusion as Michael squinted at a nearby corner of the room, head tilted in curiosity.

"Is that a guitar you got over there?"

Sure enough, an acoustic guitar was propped against a dusty, old dresser that was used in a hotel room before the resort collapsed. The headstock and neck of the instrument were a deep, dark brown while the body was a lighter tone. It was in pristine condition, unlike the rest of their tattered hideout.

"Yeah, it's one of mine," David answered. "I've played for years but I mostly do electric guitar these days. I haven't really used that one in a while"

What David didn't let on was that he had known how to play for several decades now. Also, he hadn't exactly acquired that guitar legally. What Michael didn't know wouldn't kill him.

Michael stood from his seat and made his way over to the guitar, eyes growing wider as he got closer. The way he looked at it made it seem like it was the holy grail itself.

"Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this is a Martin D-28!" he exclaimed. A wild smile stretched across his face. "Hank Williams had a guitar just like this!"

Being around and undead for so long, David and the other boys knew exactly who that was. Only Star and Laddie seemed a bit confused as to why that name was so important.

"Who's that?" Laddie asked.

"Why he's one of the classics of country music, buddy!" Michael smiled at him. "We get a lot of music like his on the radio back home"

The Lost Boys weren't exactly the type that listened to country if that wasn't completely obvious. They loved metal, glam rock, and even hip-hop. With their flashy outfits and tough, biker personas that kept people from messing with them, the twang of country wasn't a good fit for them.

David was tempted to tease Michael about his preference. However, when the cowboy looked over at him and a pout and a softened gaze in his blue eyes, David felt a sense of doubt about his actions.

"Would it be alright if I played y'all a song with this? Please, David? I reckon as your guest I could provide some entertainment to show thanks for your hospitality"

For a wild heart like Michael, he was still quite keen on using good manners. It was a little odd to experience, as the Lost Boys weren't at all used to being treated like people, whether that was by strangers on the boardwalk or by their own sire.

David couldn't help but feel like Michael was pulling on his undead heartstrings. He couldn't possibly say no.

"Of course, Michael. Show us what you can do"

The curly-haired boy went right to work, moving the strap over his shoulder to keep the guitar in place. It took a few minutes to adjust it, tuning the guitar and plucking a few notes to see if it sounded right. When he was satisfied, he stood up straight and positioned himself to play. A deep breath came from his lips before strumming the first notes.

"Say, hey, good lookin', what you got cookin'?

How's about cookin' something up with me?

Hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe

We could find us a brand new recipe?"

Curiosity formed on the faces of all the others in the cave. Marko, Dwayne, and Paul glanced at each other, sharing the intrigue they had. Star and Laddie smiled widely at Michael. David was simply speechless.

Michael had barely begun his song, but it was already so clear that he was a truly gifted musician. Not only did the tune on the song flow perfectly from the guitar strings, but he also had a singing voice as smooth as honey. The power he already had in his speaking voice carried the melody so beautifully.

"I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill

And I know a spot right over the hill

There's soda pop and the dancin's free

So if you wanna have fun, come along with me"

When he started getting more comfortable with the song, that’s when Michael truly began to shine. He tapped his boot to the beat of the song and gently smacked the base of the guitar to go along with the song. He couldn’t help but smile as his shoulders and hips shook to the beat as if he was holding back an entire dance number too.

"Say, hey, good lookin', what you got cookin'?

How's about cookin' something up with me?"

The others were lightly swaying and tapping their feet along with Michael, clearly enjoying the show he was putting on. They never thought country could be their style of music, but Michael truly had a gift and with a happy expression on his handsome face, it was hard not to smile along. His positivity was practically infectious.

Even though David was the only one to keep a neutral expression on his face, deep down all he could think about was how incredible Michael was. He had truly impressed the vampire all night. He was welcoming, funny, wild, entertaining, and an overall really nice guy. Perhaps there would still be some changes when he became one of them, but he secretly hoped Michael would stay pretty much the same.

"I'm free and ready, so we can go steady

How's about savin' all your time for me?

No more lookin', I know I've been took in

How's about keepin' steady company?"

Now Michael was truly moving without care. He strutted along the area, passing each of the Lost Boys and dancing beside them while continuing the song. The more he moved, the more they were into the performance. Michael clearly wasn’t shy, and it made for a very fun time.

For a moment, David locked eyes with Michael, blue meeting blue. Michael was cheeky enough to send a wink his way while he kept strumming.

"I'm gonna throw my datebook over the fence

And find me one for five or ten cents

I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age

'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page"

David would tell himself over and over again that any feelings he was getting from this song were just from the excitement of enjoying a show. Just a fun little song and dance for him and his friends to enjoy. But deep down, he found himself liking the way Michael smiled at him a little more than he expected. Maybe it was something in the song lyrics. Maybe it was just the beauty of Michael’s voice.

But it didn’t matter because he was too stubborn to believe it was anything else. So he just enjoyed the last notes of the song telling himself it wasn’t any more than that. Any fluttering in his stomach was just joy from the music. Nothing more.

"Say, hey, good lookin', what you got cookin'?

How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?"

Michael ended the tune with a loud cheer. A whoop of joy to conclude his performance. And once that happened, he was met with an eager amount of applause and cheers. Everyone had truly enjoyed the show he put on, impressed by the sheer talent he had.

When David managed to snap out of his trance, he clapped for Michael as well, leather from his gloves slapping together as he praised the human for a job well done.

“Bravo!!” he shouted, unintentionally louder than the others. Michael seemed quite happy with the attention, yet still remained humble and grateful for their praise. He carefully removed the guitar and handed it back to David before tipping his hat again.

“Aww shucks, y’all are makin’ me blush~”

Once the excitement had died down, Michael and the others went right back into eating their food and enjoying stories from his time back in Texas. David continued to watch him, thinking to himself. He hadn’t realized he was so lost in thought while looking at Michael that he was a bit surprised when he heard Marko speak to him in his head.

“You want me to fetch the bottle so we can make this official?”

Truthfully, David had completely forgotten about sharing his blood with Michael. That was the whole plan for the night, yet there was a bit of doubt he had. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, of course. It just didn’t seem like it was the right time for it. Something about Michael had a pull on him. Like he had to dig deeper and get to know the guy a bit better.

He kept on staring as he gave Marko his response.

“Let him have his fun tonight. Max will get what he wants soon. I just wanna see where this goes”

That was what he’d tell himself and his boys for now. Nothing about his personal fascination with the human had to go noticed. For now, he’d just sit back, relax and enjoy Michael’s company. He only hoped Michael enjoyed himself too.

#the lost boys #tlb #my fic #ao3 fic #david the lost boys #michael emerson #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #swap fic #swap au #Youtube #Spotify

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welcometothemurdercapital · 2 years

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Date Night

Fem!Reader x Paul

This will be part of a larger Poly universe I’m building, I just wanted to post this first.

A/N: My first attempt at writing for the boy, so hopefully you guys like it. Requests are open so feel free to send anything in.

TW: Briefing cursing

Date night with Paul!

Paul was known for being the most carefree of the boys. He was out to enjoy his undead life to the fullest all the time. He rarely cared what anyone else thought of him and did things on his own terms. He took drugs, he flirted with anyone who gave him a second glance, he always walked with a self-confident strut, he listened to music that was way too loud for everyone else and rode his bike the craziest. He was always in a good mood and she found it difficult to be in a bad mood around him.

Due to his mannerisms, people often underestimated him and assumed he had nothing but air between his ears; however, she that was far from true. Like everyone, he had his strengths, and his biggest strength was music. Paul was incredibly knowledgeable about music, and she often found herself in awe of him. His mental library was massive and his ability to recall artist, album, and song title from the first few seconds of a song was incredible.

Sandy’s Jukebox came into her view as he rounded the corner. The building had clearly seen better days, but that was part of the appeal of the popular music store in Santa Carla. The town wore its eccentricity like a badge of honor and a business having a long-standing history of embracing that quirkiness was going to be popular with the locals.

Paul pulled into the parking lot and she sensed his nerves as he turned the bike off, the glare in her eyes from the headlight dying against the storefront window. She grinned against his shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and stepping off the bike.

“I did good?” She looked him over, smiling sweetly as he raised a wary eyebrow. She knew Paul often thought of himself the least romantic of the boys and worried he didn’t show his thoughtful side enough. She always tried to assuage his fears because she loved him just they way he was for exactly who he was; she wouldn’t change anything about him.

“You did great, baby.” He grinned and pulled her into a bruising kiss.

“Come on.” He lead her inside, throwing a nonchalant “sup” to Carl the cashier as they passed.

They immediately began perusing the aisles looking at each record. Music was a passion they shared and they were constantly trading artists and playing random music they found in the rockbox. She liked to think she expanded his musical horizons, but deep down she knew that wasn’t true. He was a stubborn ass vampire and if he didn’t want to listen to something then he would just take the tape out and put in whatever he wanted.

“Paulie!” His head popped up and it reminded her of a gopher sticking its head out of a hole. She tried to hold in her giggle as he tilted his head in confusion.

“What?” She shook her head and focused back on the album in her hand.

“This song is very appropriate.” She said holding up the Police album Synchronicity.

“Which one?” He looked over the aisle to try and see what she was holding.

“Every Breathe You Take.” She said pushing the album closer. It took him less than a second to recall the aforementioned song before he shot an award winning smile at her.

“Aww babe, you know we’re always watching you.” She gave him a deadpan look as his teasing grin only grew.

“Comforting.” Paul just shot her one last look before disappearing down another aisle.

“Oh, I like this one.” She called out to him holding up the Let’s Dance album. Whenever Bowie was played it always amped up the boys and made for a good night. Her and Paul could never stop themselves from dancing around the cave trying to get the boys to join in.

“Bowie, can’t go wrong with him.” He agreed. Her eyes trailed over the various album covers and fell on the red cover of Rebel Yell album by Billy Idol.

“Hey, this looks like David.” She grinned and held up the album. Paul let out a barking laugh and pointed in with a boisterous grin. Neither of them paid any mind to the other people in the store looking at them disapprovingly.

“You are so fuckin’ right! You should get that for him.” He agreed. She found his happiness infectious and stared at the album with a happy sigh.

“He is quite attractive.” She nodded before putting it with the others she had set aside. She knew the only reason she found him attractive was because he reminded her of David.

“You be sure to tell David how hot you find Billy Idol, I’m sure he’ll love that.” Paul giggled, surely imagining how the conversation would go. She merely rolled her eyes with a smile before continuing her record search.

“What about Fleetwood Mac?” She asked holding up the Rumors album. Paul looked over and scrunched his nose and shook his head, his jacket jingling at the movement. She could only think of how cute he looked, and she wanted to see him do it more. God, she loved him so much. She was tempted to continue suggesting albums she knew he would hate only so she could see that look on his face again.

“I think that’s an only you album babe. Maybe Star would listen with you. She seems into that hippie shit.”

“You guys kill me sometimes. No culture.” She shook her head at their lack of culture before putting album back.

“Psh, only had to happen to me once.” He grinned causing her to roll her eyes with an exasperated shake of her head.

They wandered separately for a while, continuously calling out to the other with an album held up to recommend it. She enjoyed these types of dates with any of the boys, where they were just chilling and spending time together, not necessarily doing anything particularly important.

“You can be my pretty young thing.” Paul teased sliding up behind her and motioning to the Thriller album in front of her. She wasn’t even surprised Michael Jackson was in his musical rotation despite looking like he just stepped off the Twisted Sister tour bus.

“You think I’m young?” She teased as he chuckled in her ear. He began absentmindedly mouthing at her neck, paying close attention to her pulse point.

“Compared to me everyone is young.” He reminded her.

“Somehow any sweet sentiment you meant has now been lost.” She said with a roll of her eyes and drop of her shoulders. Paul just giggled and playfully bit her neck before releasing her so he could continue browsing.

“I think everyone will like this one.” She grinned as she held up the cassette for Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party. “I fully admit that I am basing this entirely on the song titles.” She giggled. Paul read some of the titles: Dead Man’s Party, No One Lives Forever, Same Man I was Before, and grinned at her.

“Good choice babe. If not, they need to grow a sense of humor.” He agreed before pocketing it.

She flipped through each album trying to imagine if Paul would enjoy it and actually play it in the cave. She wanted to find the album that succinctly screamed Paul at her and she was prepared to be patient to find it.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” He asked coming up behind her and burying his face in her neck. He was very big on physical touch, second only to Marko, and usually found some way to be always touching her whenever they were out.

“Oi, no peeking pretty boy. I’m trying to find the perfect album for you.” She gave the minimalist attempt at pushing him off causing him to let out a low chuckle right into her ear.

“Appetite for Destruction is a great choice.” He mumbled, nipping at her skin. She sighed at the pleasure that flooded her body at his ministrations. He was always so in tune with her body and knew all the right spots to make her putty in his hands.

“Psh, too easy.” She shook her head.

“Besides, have you seen that one guys’ hair. He’s clearly copying me.” She had no idea who he was talking about, but she’d take his word for it.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep during the day bud.” She laughed. Paul let a low growl and grinded his hips against her ass.

“I’ll tell you what’ll help me sleep like a baby.”

“Fuck.” She whispered dropping her head back against his shoulder. He knew how to turn her on in an instant and she wasn’t ashamed of it.

She was quickly spun around before his lips urgently pressed against hers. She fisted the lapels of his jacket, the coins jingling at the movement, and pulled him closer pressing every bit of him against her. She happily met his tongue with her own as he harshly gripped her hips. He pressed his growing erection against her and swallowed her wanton moan before pulling back and trailing kisses down her neck. He dragged his tongue across her skin and grinned at the goosebumps that followed.

“You drive me absolutely crazy, baby.” He groaned giving a shallow thrust as he continued sucking and biting into her skin. She could feel his fangs had begun to emerge.

“Paul…” Her voice carried a warning but it was also sultry and dripping with lust.

“What do you say we get out of her before we give these people too much of a show.” He mumbled as his fangs lightly dragged across her skin. She grinned and nodded, laughing as he all but yanked her out the door.

#paul the lost boys #the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #brooke mccarter #paul x reader #paul tlb #paul tlb x reader

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paulmccartneygrindr · 1 month

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i love when you question paul‘s statements in the tags you’re like daniel molloy to me

aww i love that thank you <3

somebody needs to get me in a room with that senior citizen right now "WAS IT RAINING PAULIE???"

#i would get his ass so hard. in what way? use your imagination...

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babybluebex · 2 years

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putting on Paul’s makeup 😵‍💫

aww yes this is cute

sitting in front of him at his little vanity table and pressing a sponge into the rouge paint, and gently brushing it over the very top apples of his cheeks, smoothing it in a vague triangle shape down his face

"you will be the most handsome man there is, paulie"

and pressing some on his already-pink lips and telling him to rub his lips together to spread it "there. you look perfect, my love" and you can't tell if the redness in his cheeks is makeup or if he's blushing from all your compliments, but his dark eyes are sparkling and he looks absolutely gorgeous

#bex answers #anon ask #prince paul #prince paul x reader

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guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes · 1 year

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The Beatles

Poor Ticklish Paulie!

Fanfic of Johm Lemon tickling Paulie Cartney ahshsjdkskf! (I'm a spammy mess!) Main goal is to give fluffy feels.

Lee: Paul

Ler: John

Let me know who should be the lee and ler next!

1964

John had been noticing all day that his mate Paul seemed to be down. The normally cheery, happy-go-lucky, and down right bouncy Beatle was abnormally quite that day. He'd hardly said a word and was nothing like his normal self. John seemed to be the only one to really notice. Apon asking Ringo about it, he said that Paul seemed fine. But John was determined to get to the bottom of this.

After everyone had left later that day, John found Paul sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. John went to sit next to him.

"Hey Paul. You alright? You hardly said a word today." John said.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm alright." Paul said, lifting his face from his hands.

"You sure you aren't coming down with something?" John asked and placed his hand on his friend's forehead.

Paul gave a small smile at the concern coming from his friend. "I feel alright. Just a bit... I don't know."

"Well you must be feeling this way somehow. And I'm going to get to the bottom of this no matter what!" John said and gave his friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before rapping an arm around his back and rubbing his side gently. The soft rubbing did make Paul feel a bit better. But suddenly Paul gave a half giggle.

"What's so funny Paul?" John asked with a chuckle.

"Uh, n-nothing." Paul said while trying to hide the blush on his cheeks with his hands. John suddenly got an idea on how to cheer up Paul and maybe even get him to say why he was so upset.

"Well then Paul, if you say it's nothing, I suppose you'll have no problem with this!" In an instant, John started scribbling his fingers up and down Paul's ribs and waist. Paul burst into fits of giggles at this sensation.

"You ready to tell me what's bothering you Paulie?" John asked with a evil grin.

"N-not a chance Johnnyhehehe!" Paul laughed.

"Fine. Guess I'll have to try something else." John smirked. He stopped the tickling while Paul tried to catch his breath with a giggle coming out of his mouth every so often. Paul was so distracted, he didn't even notice John laying him down on the couch and putting his feet in the lap.

"John! Please!" Paul giggled when noticing what John was doing.

"You gonna tell me what's the matter?" John asked. When Paul wouldn't answer, John had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"Alright then!" John pulled off Paul's shoes and socks to reveal his bare feet. He grabbed one and began ticking his feet with his hands. Paul couldn't stand the ticklish sensations John was sending throughout his body. He'd never been ticked so much in his whole life. Not even as a kid when he'd get into tickle fights with his parents or brother.

"Coochie coochie coo!" John teased as he tickled Paul's poor toes to bits.

"Johohohn, please don't!" Paul cried out.

"You don't want me to tickle your toes?" John asked, already planning what was next.

"NOHOHOHO!" Paul screamed.

"Well then, if you don't want me to tickle here, I guess your cute little tummy could use some attention." John jumped onto Paul's hips and tucked Paul's hands into the cushions above his head snuggly and tucked a blanket over them so there'd be no way of Paul getting way from him.

"Are you sure you don't want to confess what's wrong Paul? It'll sure save you some embarrassment." John reminded as he began unbuttoning Paul's shirt, revealing Paul's quivering belly to the cool air

"John, please stop! I'm so sorry!" Paul begged with his doe eyes.

"Too little, to late!" John said. He looked down at Paul's quivering belly and started scribbling his finger tips all over the pudgy area. Paul burst into a fit of laughter. He tried to get away, but there was no point of trying as John had him down too tightly. He'd just have to laugh it off and pray for it to be over soon.

"Aww, look at this cute little button!" John cooed, looking at Paul's bellybutton. "I think it needs some love!"

"NO JOHN!" Paul shouted.

"Yes John." John teased. "I think someone's bellybutton needs love."

He was now swirling his finger around his little tummy hole in wait to tickle the little spot. Paul was in hysterics waiting for John to tickle him to bits.

John dug his finger tip into Paul's bellybutton and started wiggling it around. Paul burst into laughter. He was shaking his torso around trying to get away from John's grasp, but it was no use. Soon, tears began forming in Paul's eyes. As soon as he saw the tears, John knew that was enough. He stopped his tickling and began rebuttoning Paul's shirt while he recovered from his "cheer up session", with John smirking down at his friend, proud that his handy work had put a grin back on Paul's face. (Well, that and he was also highly amused by the giggles still coming from o'l Macca.)

"So you think you're ready to tell me what's been bothering you all day?" John asked while looking down at the still tied up Paul.

"Are you going to tickle me if I don't?" Paul asked with fear in his eyes. Seeing this look in his eyes made John feel a bit sorry for Paul.

"No, but I will leave you tied to the sofa until tomorrow when the lads and I come in. Then we'll continue this little tickle session of ours with George and Ringo." John smirked and ending his sentence with a boop on Paul's nose. Paul crinkled his nose at the touch.

"Oh, you don't believe me?" John asked with raised eyebrows. Paul shock his head and grinned at the teasing he was getting.

"Fine. See you tomorrow..." John said, getting off the sofa and walking towards the door.

"Wait John! I will tell you!" Paul yelled. John walked back over to the sofa and sat down next to Paul with the back to the end where Paul's head was, so that he was looking straight down at Paul with a comforting soft look.

"It's just... Things have been feeling like too much." Paul mumbled in an embarrassed tone. Paul was sure that John would make fun of him for being such a baby. But to his surprise, he wasn't.

"What do you mean by that Macca?" John asked.

"The, the touring, and the fame, and everything has been overwhelming and I just haven't been able to take it. Making this album and trying to stay on top of everything, writing music, writing lyrics, getting ready for tour, stuff outside of The Beatles. It's just been too much to handle." Paul opened up. He almost spilled tears from all of this.

"There's no shame in feeling this way Mac. I've been feeling overwhelmed by this a lot as well. And I'm sure Ringo and George have as well." John said. "I care about you a lot Paul. So do George and Ringo. You shouldn't have to feel ashamed about feeling this way."

Paul nodded as John went to release Paul's wrists and helped him back up. Paul thought it was all over, but suddenly John pulled him into a hug. Paul wasn't at all expecting this. This was normally way out of John's comfort zone. But John completely let down his guard and started rubbing Paul's back with one hand and stroking his hair with the other.

Paul knew that this would definitely not be the last time John tickled him. But Paul didn't care. He was being held by his friend and was finally able to let go some of the tension that had been building up for the last three months. Paul knew that there would be new problems to face tomorrow, but he somehow knew that it would be alright with his best mate by his side. Paul closed his eyes and breathed in this tender moment with his normally rough and non-emotional band mate. He cherished moments like this.

#fanfiction #rock music #john lennon #the beatles #john paul george and ringo #paul mccartney #tickle fic #tickle content #comforting

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Our Story Masterlist Summary: Gender reveal.

Harry and YN had been for an early gender scan, due it being so close to Christmas and they are going to be travelling back up North for the holidays.

Their family and friends had sent in their predictions the night before, all trying to guess what baby Styles was going to be.

Anne: Girl💕

Gemma: Boy💙

Michal: Boy!

Louis: Girl x

Lottie: 💙💙💙

Phoebe: 💕

Daisy: 🩷

Jen & Len: Girl xx

Mark & Sally: 💙

Jeff: Glenne and I think Girl!!

Mitch: Boy!

Sarah: Girl xx

Pauli: BABY STYLES IS A GIRL! I think!

Lloyd: Booooooy!!

Brad: Girl! p.s good luck H😂

James: I think boy!

Louise: Lux and I think girl💞

Niall: Girl!❤️

Liam: Boy!

Zayn: Khai says girl x

In all honestly Harry and YN didn’t mind if their baby was a boy or girl, they just prayed for a happy and healthy little one.

Once YN and Harry were called into the room, YN laid down on the bed with Harry sat next to her, holding her hand for comfort.

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked.

“More than ready!” YN smiled at Harry, who brought their joined hands up his lips and pressed a quick peck to them.

The room was silent whilst the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy. The sound of a racing heartbeat broke the silence, and YN’s new favourite sound could be heard. Their baby’s heartbeat!

“You have one wriggly baby…they don’t want to keep still for me today!” The lady joked, causing YN and Harry to laugh as they watched the screen.

“Is everything okay? With the baby I mean?”. Harry asked, something he liked doing at every appointment.

“If I could use the word perfect, I would.” The older woman smiled. “But I can’t, but honestly your baby is growing absolutely beautifully in there…so keep doing what you’re doing Mama!”.

Harry gave YN a proud smile, knowing that YN needed to hear that today after having a few days of insecurities.

“Would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yeah please!” Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter.

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations Mum and Dad…you’re having a…”.

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Originally YN and Harry were going to share their baby’s gender with their families at Christmas. But not wanting to take away the attention away from Louis on his birthday or the younger children at Christmas, they decided they would share the news with everyone at the same time.

Keeping it simple, YN sent all their family and friends the same photo sharing the news. Both waiting for the reactions!

Louis:

OI OI!!

I am absolutely buzzing right now! I’m chuffed to pieces for you both. I can’t wait to meet your baby and you best believe I’m going to spoil her rotten!

Give bump a kiss from her Uncle Lou!! Can’t wait to see you all Christmas. Love you xx

Anne:

Congratulations my darlings. Words can’t describe how proud I am of you both. You really do deserve all the happiness. Thank you for making me a Grandma, but a bigger thank you for blessing me with a precious granddaughter🩷I love you three so much xx

Gemma:

YOU’RE HAVING A GIRL!!

I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE TO A GIRL

I’M HAVING A NIECE!!

🩷🩷🩷

Lottie:

YEEEEEEEEESSSS! OMG I’M CRYING! I’m so happy for you both💖I can’t wait to meet your baby girl xxxxx

Phoebe:

I KNEW IT!! I’M SO EXCITED!! OUR BABY GIRLS ARE GOING TO BE BESTIES🩷🩷

Daisy:

Another Niece!💓💓💓I’m the luckiest auntie in the world. Congratulations xx

Mark:

Another granddaughter💕I am truly blessed. Congratulations!!xx

Jen:

What beautiful news. Congratulations sweethearts. We are over the moon for you. Love you all xx

Jeff:

A mini YN…good luck H😂😂

Congratulations both! We are thrilled for you and can’t wait to meet your little girl❤️

Mitch:

Uncle Mitchy can’t wait!! Congratulations both!

Sarah:

Aww how cute! Congratulations guys!💖

Pauli:

YESSSSS!! WOOOOOO!! 🩷💖💓💕💞

Lloyd:

NO WAY!!❤️

Brad:

You’re going to have your hands full H😂I’m only joking! Congratulations both, amazing news and I can’t wait to meet her🥰

James:

I should have known you were a girl dad H! Best feeling in the world! Congratulations both! X

Louise T:

TEAM PINK🩷Love ya both!xx

Niall:

Uncle Niall favourite niece!! ❤️

Liam:

Wow! Congratulations both, what a lucky little girl she will be to have you both ❤️

Zayn:

Khai and I can’t wait to meet her! Congrats to you both, FaceTime soon? x

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