#george harrison fic

[givemequeen]

mi amor: george x reader

request: I just read the accent kink anon and now I need something like that in my life, because all I can think about is George groaning while you whisper something to him in Spanish and he just can’t control himself 😉 Whenever you have the chance could you whip something like that up? a/n: ive had this in my drafts for the longest time oops. i acc have so many unfinished fics in my drafts oopsies. smut: smut, nothing out of this world word count: 733

It all started out as an honest mistake. Really, truly, just a mistake. You had accidentally closed the cabinet door on your finger and had loudly sworn in Spanish as you held your finger tightly. George had popped into the kitchen with a look of concern.

"What was that, darling?" he had asked.

You had continued grumbling in Spanish about how it hurt, clearly unaware of what language you were speaking in. Or the effect it was having on George, completely unaware of the way his face changed into a devilish grin.

He went to stand behind you, head peering over your shoulder as you placed your finger under a steady stream of cold water, still muttering complaints in your native language. His chin rested on your shoulder and only then did you notice him and - with a quick look behind you - his grin.

Then, maybe - and just maybe - did it morph from an honest mistake to a playful mistake. You changed your voice, getting rid of the annoyance and replacing it with a much lower and slower tone. You remained focused on your finger, which no longer hurt, in order to not give yourself away.

And then, to top it all off, you called him Jorge; his name in Spanish.

He couldn't control himself then. He spun you around, strong hands on your waist, and turned off the tap. Your injured finger was long forgotten. The way he looked down at you made you shiver. That look of pure hunger for you.

"Hmm?" he asked, his fingers drawing gentle circles on your exposed waist.

"¿Qué?" you replied, almost a challenge.

George quirked an eyebrow and stepped even closer to you. You bit your lip to hide your surprise at his boner and raised both eyebrows, feigning confusion.

"¿Qué pasa mi amor?" you raised your hand and brushed his hair away from his face, tucking it safely behind his ear.

"I think you know que pasa." he said, completely butchering the pronouciation.

You giggled, you couldn't help it, and clearly, he couldn't either.

He picked you up, making you squeal, and took you out the kitchen. You fought back a grin, excited at the prospect of a riled up George. He took you to the bedroom and dropped you on the bed, immediately climbing on top of you.

His lips were on yours in an instant. He started bucking his hips against yours, pressing himself where you needed him most. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him back, sneaking in Spanish words between kisses.

Each word made him groan more and more, it didn't matter what you were saying. He was quite literally feral, couldn't control himself. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one motion and freed himself from his pants.

Just as quickly as he had gotten both of you exposed, he slipped himself into you. It hurt a bit at first but his kisses and moans were making you hornier by the second.

"Fuck, darling, I love it when you talk like that." he groaned into his ear, slamming himself into you.

You moaned his name in Spanish again and smiled at the way you felt his body shuddered against you. You never knew why he reacted like this but you didn't care, it was just another weapon in your arsenal. Another means to get whatever you pleased.

You slipped your hand into his shirt, dragging your nails down his back, and called him sweet names in Spanish, one after the other. George couldn't stop moaning.

"I'm gonna cum." he said.

You encouraged him in Spanish, and soon his movements became erratic. You squeezed your legs around him, moaning as you felt your own high coming.

You continued whispering in your native language in his ear as you both came down from your high. George fell onto you, his weight welcoming and comforting.

"Holy fuck, love." he finally huffed, head resting on your chest. He kissed your exposed breasts, you could feel his eyelashes against you as his eyes fluttered closed.

"Did you like that, mi amor?" you asked as you played with his hair.

He lazily rose his head from your chest and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"No se, por algo pregunto."

And even though it was just a random sentence, George's eyes mischievously lit up at the sound of your voice.

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[thebeatles-world]

Free Bird: Part 2

Here's part one

''Wait, Geo please wait...'' You shouted as you ran. You saw George unlocking his car.

''I need to tell you something!!!'' You shouted at the top of your lungs. It drew George's attention to you.

"Listen, I'm not trying to cause trouble." My words ought to have remained silent.'' George begin before you interrupted him.

George, no. You've always been the one.. You have always been my first love and I have loved you unconditionally. I will always remember you. I adore you and you alone. I have always loved you and you alone, therefore I will quickly bring you back if need be."" You said, telling him how you really feel.

"Please don't say that, Y/N." George whispered, his eyes gullible.

"George, you understand that this is the reality… Just be honest, please.'' you pleaded.

"I swear, I didn't mean to ruin your marriage," George exclaimed.

I have never loved the person who proposed to me. Geo, I've always loved you. I have always," you replied.

You went on, "Can't you see that?" I have loved you and will always love you.''

George kissed you on the lips and remarked, "I always had feelings for you too, Y/N."

You returned the kiss. "George, I've always loved you."

''Get in my car, quick, before the fangirls arrive,'' George urged.

You nodded and climbed into George's vehicle. George sped off.

While George was driving, you remained silent. He appeared to be driving far away.

You were shocked to learn that you had canceled your wedding to be with George.

You felt no regret at all.

George drove for an extensive length of time before coming to a beautiful beach.

As you gazed at the shore, you said to George, "Oh, this is beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you love." George told you.

You blushed.

You and George both exit out of the car.

You grabbed George's hand.

George grasped your hand back.

''You know what, it feels good to not have any fans." George said to you.

''Yeah, it does seem that way.'' You agreed.

George and you kept strolling hand in hand along the beach.

George and you both had similar experiences when you two dated different people. Since he and Pattie lost feelings for each other, they drifted apart. When George and Pattie broke up, you were there for him.

When you caught your partner cheating on you with a woman named Wanda, George was there for you. After finding out, you spend the night at George's place, while your fiancé thought you were spending the night at your best friend's house. When you cried to George about this, he comforted you and held you in his arms.

George was the sweetest guy you ever met plus dated in the past. The fact that you two remain friends despite the split was nice to know, even if it was on and off due to Pattie and your fiancé, who didn't seem to be comfortable with you two having remained friends.

You and George continued to walk along the beach listening to the seagulls and waves.

''Hey Y/N? Though I hadn't planned on this happening, I always imagine this moment sometimes…'' George suddenly said. You were given a kiss on the forehead as he stopped in his tracks.

''Yes, Geo?' You asked as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes with a smile on your face.

''This is something I have always wanted to do. When I first fell in love with you, I knew I was in love with you forever. You were the first girl I ever felt passionate about. Having you in my life made everything better. You inspire me to be a better person. The only thing I could think about when we broke up was that I would lose you forever and this time I'll make sure that I don't lose you forever. I'll make sure of it.'' George said as tears began to spring to his eyes.

''George, I'm still here silly. I won't go anywhere.'' You giggled a bit as you wipe his tears away.

''Like what I mean is, I'm still here in your life and I already know how you feel about me George. I feel the same way about you.'' You smiled softly at him.

Listen… darling… what I am trying to say is…'' George got down on one knee in front of you and pulled out the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. "Y/N L/N Will you be my wife? Will you marry me?" George asked.

You looked around the beach in shock and then back at George. You nodded, tears of joy streaming down your face. George put the ring on your finger, and you two embraced in a passionate kiss.

''While I know it was a bad thing for me to propose to you after you left your wedding and ex-husband, I just couldn't wait any longer. My heart belonged to you. George mumbled through the kiss you shared. You and George were kissing nonstop.

''George, stop talking. I've always loved you. "You are my heart," you whispered as your lips brushed against his.

''I promise to never let you go my dear.'' George said as he picked you up and spun you around. "I am so glad I finally have you baby, and I cannot wait to become Mrs. Harrison.".

You and George could feel the joy and love in the air, and you two knew that this was meant to be. You and George were meant to be together. You both vowed to stay together through thick and thin, no matter what life threw your way.

As soon as you and George became husband and wife, you guys promised that the two of you would love each other and cherish every moment together.

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[mysweetgeo]

“This reminded me of you.” with george harrison please? if possible 65/56 era, shaggy haired geo supremacy 😫

i’m thinking reader is single on v day and so is george, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

or literally just write any cutesy fluff i absolutely adore your writing😭

Picture Perfect

Request: I'm thinking reader is single on V Day and so is George, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

Prompts: "This reminded me of you."

Pairings: George Harrison x F!Reader

(SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY !! I’d written 99% of this prior to V Day and fucked off to England the weekend after and forgot about it entirely 😭)

You and George had known each other for a few years, you’d initially met entirely by accident on the set of one of their photoshoots back in ’63. You’d been a photography assistant and had been asked to do a mundane task and had wound up spilling coffee all over George while retrieving coffee for the group. 

While George had found the situation hysterical, your boss had found it quite the opposite and fired you on the spot. 

This had led to you and George becoming great friends and you had made it a point to visit with him at every chance you got. 

You couldn’t help but feel something more than just a friendly adoration for the man, and what you had thought was just a platonic attraction had bloomed into something much more. 

It was hard to watch girlfriends come and go, but you stuck with him through all his heartbreaks. Always providing booze and jelly babies—which you knew he adored. 

With Valentine’s Day coming up, and George’s most recent girlfriend having just broke up with him last month, you decided a surprise gift would be an ideal way to help cheer him up. 

You’d stepped into the candy shoppe which was filled to the brim with Valentine’s Day paraphernalia. So much so that it nearly made you gag. 

You looked through the candy, grabbing several packages of jelly babies artificially colored with red and pink hues. You’d also grabbed a few packages of digestive biscuits to stuff in there as well. 

You were looking through the card section of the store when you heard a very familiar voice call your name. 

“George? What’re you doing here?” You asked, clearly taken off guard. 

“I reckon I should ask ye the same,” he said with a gentle smile. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, playing with a card in your hands, “Getting a gift for someone.”

George leaned an arm on the shelf to give himself a cool persona, “And who’s the lucky fellow?”

Your face tinged pink and you looked down at your feet, “Someone,” you managed to whisper. 

He laughed softly, “Do I know him?”

You flitted your eyes to see George’s amused face, “You could say that.”

“Well, any man who likes jelly babies and digestives is good in my book. How long have youse been seein’ each other?”

“We aren’t seeing each other, I’m just buying these for a friend,” you answered. “You never answered my question—why are you here?”

It was George’s turn to blush, “Well, y’see, I have this girl I know, right. And she’s a real good friend to me and I think I might like her, y’know. So I’ve just gone and gotten her a present that she’ll hopefully like and I needed a card to go along with the present. Somethin’ romantic-like.”

“Ahhh, so who’s the lucky lady this time ‘round?” You asked softly. 

George’s face turned even more red and he scratched at the back of his head. His hair had gotten much longer since you’d known him and his natural curls left his ends just above his shoulders. 

“Well—it’s erm, it’s complicated, y’know,” he huffed a laugh, “'cos I’ve known her for a few years now but I haven’t known how to say what I feel for her, y’know?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “I know exactly what you mean.”

George’s eyes narrowed on yours, “You do?”

You nodded, “I do, I really do.” You stopped yourself for a moment, did you really want to tell George how you felt in the middle of a convenience store?

“George I—“ You began but were cut off by him. 

“I think I love you,” George blurted. 

You heard something fall to the floor, not realizing it had been all of the gifts for George you were holding on to.

“George, I love you too,” You closed the distance and hesitantly touched his arm. 

“Oh thank God, I thought you were talking about someone else,” George laughed as he looked down at you. 

“Who else do you know that has an unrealistic obsession for jelly babies and chocolate digestives?” You said with a laugh.

“Thought you might’ve cloned me without my approval.”

You shook your head before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, which were just as soft and full as you had imagined. 

When you pulled away for a breath, George’s eyes were still closed and his face mirrored your own—pure bliss.

“So what’d you get me?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Well I was walkin’ past this shop in the city centre right, and they had a couple real nice cameras. And I saw this *real* nice one and I dunno, it just y’know,” He paused and pulled a box from the small gift bag in his hand. “This reminded me of you. You said you’d need a new camera soon so I thought I’d help. I hope you like it.”

You could only bring your hands up to cover your mouth in reaction. “George—Oh my God,” You reached a hand out to take the box from his hand, “this is too much, this must’ve been so expensive. Look at you, you’ve gotten me a new camera and all I’ve gotten you is a card and some candy—I can’t accept this, its too much—“

Your ramblings were interrupted by George pressing his lips to yours once again. 

When you pulled away for a second time, George was grinning, “You’ll accept it and I’m sure we can work something out as repayment if you really think it’s necessary—which is completely unnecessary in my opinion.”

Your hand was wrapped around his bicep for stability, “You’re too much you know that?” You asked.

“Obviously, must be why I’m the ‘Quiet Beatle,’” he said with laugh. 

After scooping up the items you’d dropped, you made quick work of paying for them and heading off with George for some more impromptu lip-locking and candy eating.

And if a few photos were snapped of him eating said candy, well they were in good fun and great quality. 

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[60swhore69]

Can someone please do a angsty but happy slow burn/long fic ending fic for John Lennon 🙏, I want some sweet comfort or hurt/jealousy but Like not always the reader being hurt or whatever. Thank you kind sir (or mam or whatever ur pronouns) 🧎‍♀️🛐

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[i-live-for-lennon]

…my fic writers, use this wisely…

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[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

James (Paul McCartney x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hello! I've decided I have to make a chapter fic for Paulie because I'm in love with him. There are gonna be at LEAST 6 chapters in this fic, so there will be plenty more coming! Stick around, like and comment, and let me know if you want to be tagged when I release more chapters of this!

I want to personally thank my editor @strawb3rri-le for helping me make these ideas come into fruition. Literally cannot do this without you <3

Summary: Paul meets a pretty girl in the library one day, and is elated to find out she is oblivious to who he actually is.

This fic is written in third person from Paul's perspective, which is kind of different to how I normally write my x readers, so it might be a little jarring to read at first, but I just wanted to try something a little different :)

WARNINGS: I'm not certain I wrote any curse words in this one, but I'll say there is just to be on the safer side. Mentions of mushrooms/ fungi; not drug-related, but I figured I'd add that because some people don't like them. I use Y/n like 4 times in here around the end it drives me nuts, but it has to happen. I don't think there's much else.

This one is pretty safe, if I could rate it lower I would, but I'll mark it at T just to be on the safe side.

Paul could have watched the heavy raindrops hit the window pane for hours and hours. the grey clouds drifting in the sky above brought nothing but heavy showers to the streets of London that dark afternoon...

But that's not what he came to the library for.

He came here for some peace and quiet.

He wanted to get some more songwriting done, but the apartment didn't seem to be the place for it that day, and everywhere else just appeared to be crawling with girls. As much as Paul liked girls, he didn't want to be noticed, because then his day would have simply consisted of him trying to escape the hoards that would have started chasing after him.

The library felt like it made the most sense. People were there to read, study, keep to themselves; not to socialize with others and be loud. As long as he found a little private area to sit, he knew he wouldn't be bothered at all. He also figured, if he couldn't come up with any song ideas, he had tens of thousands of books to refer to for inspiration.

And that was the situation Paul was in at that moment. He'd been sitting in his little study nook for a while now, just staring blankly at his notebook, or out the window next to him. Usually the words came flowing from his mind, translated by his hand and onto the paper, yet that particular day, nothing seemed to be inspiring him.

He rose to his feet after a while, notebook shoved under his arm as he wandered off into one of the aisles nearest to him. He wasn't looking for any book in particular. Sometimes he'd just pull one off the shelf, flip to a random page, and read a random sentence in the middle of the text. If it seemed to be interesting enough to inspire even a single line in a song, Paul would use it. If not, off to the next book.

He began to do just that, with older books with worn spines, and newer books with colourful covers. Unfortunately, even after the fourth or fifth book he pulled from the aisle he was in, no inspiration seemed to manifest from what he was reading. He sighed as he pushed the book he was holding back into its place on the shelf before he made his way to the next aisle over.

Paul began repeating what he was doing before, reaching for a book, and flipping through the pages. This particular book, he cut three separate times, and not one sentence seemed to draw any kind of innovation for his songwriting.

Once again, Paul shoved the book back onto the shelf. As he stared ahead at all of the different pieces of literature before him, one book in particular seemed to catch his eye. It was green, with gold accents on the bevelling as well as the raised parts of the spine. Without a second thought, he reached up for it, only for his fingers to come into contact with someone else's.

Paul drew his hand back and glanced to his right, where a young woman about his age stood. He held his breath, fully expecting an overreaction from her at his presence.

Instead, she smiled awkwardly at him, her hand also drawn back close to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were after that one," she explained gently, and Paul blinked, raising a confused eyebrow before looking back to that specific book. After a moment, he pulled it down off the shelf and examined the cover, the golden text embossed into the front cover reading 'Europe's Most Common Mushrooms, and Fungi: A Field Guide'.

"Do you like learning about Mycology as well?" She asked curiously, and Paul's gaze shot up to her face, eyes squinting a little at her question.

He was half confused on what she was honestly asking him, but he was also kind of surprised she wasn't pointing and shouting at the fact that she found a Beatle in public.

"... Mycology?" He asked back sheepishly, and her awkward smile warmed up a little at his question. She pointed at the book cover before responding with another question. "You know, the study of mushrooms, and fungi?"

Paul's eyes dropped back down to the book before cracking it open and flipping to a random page as he was doing with all the others. A beautifully illustrated picture of a mushroom with a porous underside presented itself to the young man, and his eyebrows furrowed at the image.

"That is a Boletus Edulis," she explained quietly to him. "It's a tasty gourmet mushroom found in Europe, as well as in North America."

Paul looked back up to her briefly before returning to the book and flipping to another page, a red capped mushroom with white spots being the next image to catch his eye.

"Ooh, and that one there is an Amanita Muscaria, also known as the Fly Agaric. It received its name back in the day because grinding it up and putting it in window sills and doorways would repel flies from entering your home."

"... You sure know your mushrooms, huh?" Paul asked carefully, rather impressed with the few bits of information provided to him by this stranger.

"It's definitely a good hobby to get into. Nothing beats going out onto the trail and foraging them for dinner." She paused briefly before adding, "I mean... the boletes are fine, but perhaps not the amanitas." 

Paul closed the book up again before taking a final glance at the front cover.

"I'm uh... sort of grabbing books at random, looking for something inspiring. There needn't be a reason to hang onto this if you need it," Paul explained, presenting it to her so she could take it, and her fingers accidentally brushed against his once again as she took it from him.

The graze was so gentle, yet Paul felt his cheeks warm up at the contact. She was awfully pretty, he decided to himself in silence as he watched the look of joy on her face appear when she flipped the book open herself. She stopped on a page containing a drawing of a white mushroom dripping black ink at its edges.

Paul couldn't help but double take the image. To think there was so much about the world he didn't know a thing about... it made him feel so small, and insignificant.

She must have noticed his gaze on the page, and figured she'd teach him about one more specimen. "These ones," she began, with a rather excited exhale, turning the book Paul's way so he could see, "are Shaggy Mane mushrooms. They are edible and good, as long as you haven't consumed alcohol for a few days prior to, and post consumption. Then they'd be quite toxic."

She smiled at the tidbit and looked up to Paul's face, nose crinkling a little. "Isn't that just the neatest thing?"

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never really thought about mushrooms before. Sure, he'd seen brown and white ones before in the grass, or growing on trees, but there was something about the way she relayed the information with such passion, that just made it so interesting to him. It was unlike anything he ever experienced before.

"... You have a very natural way of describing this sort of stuff," Paul expressed, nodding his head to her positively. "I honestly never realized there were so many different ones."

"Oh, what I've told you doesn't even scratch the surface of the world of Mycology," she explained, the smile only growing on her face, and Paul couldn't help but smile back at her.

"... I should really leave to let you continue on with what you were doing," she said after a moment. "I do appreciate you listening to my ramblings. I know I can sometimes get carried away with this sort of stuff," her smile fell away a little. "Not many really care about fungi, so it's nice to talk about my interests with someone who's willing to listen."

Paul's own smile began to falter, rather upset that such a pleasant conversation, with such a pleasant person, had to end so soon. He hadn't encountered such a normal discussion in so long. Not that a conversation about mushrooms and fungi was normal, but Paul felt it was just so refreshing talking about anything but him and his fame.

"... well, I rather enjoyed what you had to say," he admitted lightly, an undeniable blush flourishing from the woman's cheeks as she appeared to smile again, a little brighter than before.

"Well... thank you, again. You're very kind," she repeated, waving her hand kindly as she turned on her heel and wandered off to the next aisle.

Paul's eyes watched her round the corner, and he stood there in disbelief. There was so much for him to unpack in his thoughts in that very moment.

She had to have been one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen; minding her own business in a library by herself, and doing something she really enjoyed. Her intelligence on the subject showed through her excited rambling, which Paul could have listened to for much, much longer.

Her voice was so pleasant, happiness apparent in her words as she described every species effortlessly, as if she'd known it all since the day she was born. It left him wanting to hear more from her.

But the cherry on top of all of this, was that she didn't even acknowledge Paul as anything but another human being. Not some big musician with whom she obsessed over just because of his looks. For someone who remained so calm, and pleasant in conversation, Paul was certain she had no clue who he actually was.

And he loved that.

As much as fame brought excitement to his existence, Paul couldn't deny that the concept of a simple, normal life with someone who loved him for him, and not his popularity to the public, was something he seemed to yearn for more often as of late.

He loved the idea of being a nobody, especially to someone he wanted to be somebody to.

He looked over his shoulder to the empty space where that green and gold book once sat, deciding to reach for the one sitting next to it. It happened to be another book on mushrooms and fungi, but it had a lot more words in it than images. He flipped to the middle of the book and read the fist word he saw.

Symbiosis.

He felt dumb staring at the word. He knew there was only one person he could ask to inquire about what it meant. He glanced up through the bookshelves, eyes searching through the gaps of the works to find her.

She only happened to be in the next aisle over, scanning the book titles off the spines above her head carefully, too in her own world to notice Paul's obvious staring through the shelving units. She pulled a book down and read the summary on the back, Paul watching her eyelashes flit lower and lower as she absorbed the words like a sponge in water.

He noticed that as she read, her lips gently mouthed each word, and he soon found himself stuck in a trance. He observed how her tongue poked out between her teeth to mouth words with the letter L, and how her lips would press tightly together as she read words containing B, and M.

Who would have thought, Paul wondered, something so small could be so hypnotizing?

She made a small face of approval to the book before stacking it on top of the green one she was given by him, and she headed over to an empty table in the corner of the room. She faced towards the shelves, back to the wall so she could see the whole library from her spot.

Despite this, as soon as she made herself comfortable, she was solely focussed on the books, and her dominant hand wrote out her notes almost romantically, notebook pages filling effortlessly with information that brought her joy.

Paul was absolutely mesmerized by her movements. Screw the rain, he could have watched her for hours. He couldn't get over the little flick of her wrist when she ended a point, or the wonderful silent motion of her lips reading out the words.

She drove him mad in the best kind of way.

She flipped to the next page in her notebook, and Paul came back down to earth, realizing then just how creepy he must have appeared, standing close to the shelf, and peering through to the other side to watch the woman simply minding her own business from afar.

His shoes felt like they were filled with cement, but he worked up enough courage to slowly move towards her table, opting to stand by a nearby shelf and stare blankly at the spines as to not look so awkward.

What would I even say to her? was the only thought at the forefront of Paul's mind, the black mushroom book still in his hand, one of his fingers wedged between the pages to mark where that silly word was. He knew he was going to ask her about it, but he needed to smoothly segue into it, somehow.

This situation was rather a bother to Paul. He felt conflicted as to why he seemed so nervous about approaching her. He was a flirt, and he loved making girls feel giddy, why would this stranger be any different?

He was close enough that he could have called for her attention, but her focus was faithfully undivided, completely oblivious to Paul standing only fifteen feet away from her, trying to muster up the nerve to say something, anything.

After talking to her for only a minute and a half, and having parted ways for not even five more, Paul found himself deprived of her voice, longing to hear anything roll off her tongue, as long as it were to him. He was pining to have her attention so badly, but standing and admiring her from only a couple of steps away was only going to get him so far.

His palms were sweaty, and he wiped them on his pants haphazardly as he took a deep breath. He took one more second to nod his head positively for motivation, and he stepped out into the open, facing her completely. His heart pounded in his chest, but he pushed himself to take one more step forward. And that happened to be enough for her to notice.

The stranger raised her gaze up to Paul, the look of neutral concentration on her face softening into a pleasant smile.

Just that made Paul weak in the knees.

"Find anything inspiring yet?" She asked him in a friendly tone, eyeing the book in his hand as his thoughts flatlined. He didn't expect her to speak first. On the one hand, he was relieved that it indicated she was okay with talking to him, but on the other, it put him off-script, and now he had to actually use his brain to initiate discussion.

"I uh..." he struggled for a moment, glancing down at the book in his hand, as well.

"If I'm going to be quite honest... you talking about mushrooms so passionately was pretty inspiring. It's all I can think about."

The woman's eyebrows arched in surprise, a gentle dusting of pink spreading over her nose as she took in his words. She toyed her bottom lip between her teeth, and Paul couldn't help but drop his gaze for just a second to admire her mouth.

"You know, I'm really flattered that you said that," she expressed gently. "That means a great deal to me. Thank you."

Paul couldn't even feel his legs now, basking in her praise, as a flower would to the rays of sun on a warm spring day.

"... I couldn't help but grab another book like the one you're reading," he explained, lifting it up to show her, and the apples of her cheeks rounded as she smiled even wider. Paul hadn't ever recalled seeing such a beautiful face before.

"I... I saw a word I don't know. I think you're the only person who can help me." The confession made Paul feel a little self-conscious; he didn't want to seem entirely stupid in front of her, but she really didn't seem the type to make fun of him over something like this, and really damage his ego.

Without a word, she pulled the chair out next to her as a silent indication for Paul to take a seat, and he took the offer graciously. He set his notebook down onto the table, and then opened the book to where his finger marked the page cut. She leaned in a little to peer down at the text, and he pointed to the word, realizing only seconds after just how close she was to him. He could smell the faintness of her body wash, and it made his head swirl.

"... This one." He mumbled, watching her in his peripheral as she read the sentence in her head, and physically mouthing the words as her eyes tracked each letter.

"Ah, symbiosis. It basically means two different organisms are benefitting off each other in some way or another. We would be a good example of this, right now," she offered, tilting her head up to look at Paul, who's ears burned hot at the eye contact, but he kept strong and held it for as long as she wanted to look at him.

"You're keeping me pleasant company, and in return, I'm helping you learn about fungi." He thought her point was going to end there, but she quickly added on, "from a natural standpoint, fungi and trees have a symbiotic relationship. If it weren't for the millions of miles of fungal network underground, connecting all the living organisms together, plants wouldn't be able to communicate to each other, or convert their energy from one to the other to achieve optimal growth."

"So... everything would die without fungi?" Paul asked slowly.

"I believe so," she nodded her head. "They play a role in every step of a plant's life. Take a tree, for example."

She slid the green and gold book over to sit between them, and she flipped through the first few pages until she found a diagram of a tree's life cycle, pointing to the images as she rambled on.

"Fungi help them establish strong roots when they're young. Some fungi actually provide nutrients in the soil for the trees to use as energy to grow tall and strong."

She turned her gaze back to Paul. "Even at the end, if a mother tree is dying, she will begin to use the fungal networks below to disperse her energy to her kin, sacrificing herself so they can grow, instead. They use the networks underground to communicate in their own special way."

The young man appeared to be in a dream-like state, head in his palm as he looked on in favour of her words. But when he noticed she stopped speaking after a while, he blinked, finding she was smiling a little awkwardly again, as if she'd asked him a question.

"Hm?" He asked, propped hand dropping to the table. He felt rather guilty his attention diverted.

"... I'm boring you, aren't I?" There was a hint of sadness in her words, a weak smile at her lips, and Paul shook his head quickly.

"No, no! Believe me, I'm listening." He thought for a beat, face going warm again as he confessed, "I just... I really love the sound of your voice. You have a way with words, and I did get a little distracted by that." The young woman's face fell expressionless, and Paul continued.

"I may be rather daft on the subject, but there's just something in the way you talk about it that makes learning about it so much more enjoyable. Please, don't stop talking."

She opened her mouth to say something, but she shut it as she pondered what to respond to Paul with. Her face was flushed, and she was holding back a grin, which ultimately made Paul a little confident considering he was the one that made her flustered.

"... You probably say that to all of the girls you talk to," she finally replied, eyes casting down to the books to hide her blush, and he couldn't help but bite back a smile of his own.

"Well, none of the other girls I know are quite like you," he stated with poise, eyes still locked in on her, hands clasping together as he noticed her blush deepen, and a smile finally breaking through.

Paul then attempted to downplay such a strong interaction. Despite talking to her the way he wanted to, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable with how forward he felt he was being.

"What does your boyfriend think about your hobbies?" He asked. "He must be so proud, and fascinated by how passionate you are about all of this stuff, surely."

She looked back up to Paul, her smile weakening a little. "Boyfriend? Oh I uh..." she cleared her throat. "I don't... I don't have one of those."

Paul's eyebrows lowered a little. "... As in you just got out of a relationship?" He tried to clarify, to which she shook her head.

"As in I've never really... had one." She had a sheepish look on her face, cheeks now red out of embarrassment rather than flattery. Her response sent Paul's eyebrows shooting up in surprise, to say the least.

"... Never?" He repeated in disbelief. She pressed her lips together in a line tightly, shaking her head once again.

"This," she gestured to the books with her hand, "is my life. It has been my life since my early teenage years. Mushrooms and fungi are... strange, and because I like them, I guess that makes me kind of strange, as well."

Her self-dejecting statement made Paul feel bad. In his mind, someone like her not being taken, though washing the feeling of relief throughout him, didn't add up at all. Not even her fascination in mushrooms made her odd, in his eyes.

"... If it means anything to you, I think you're just absolutely lovely," he said, watching as her lip pressed into a little pout as she regarded his words.

"I'm telling you... every guy out there has no idea what they're missing out on."

Paul desperately wished he could read minds; especially hers. She didn't speak, and Paul assumed that the was simply trying to grasp for some words to say. If he were in her position, he wouldn't have known what to say, either.

"For once in my life, someone has actually made me speechless," she confessed, huffing a sigh as she rubbed one of her cheeks, as if that would have made her blush disappear.

"I want to tell you thank you, but that doesn't feel like nearly enough," she explained. "Honestly, your girlfriend is very lucky to have such a charming boyfriend. You have a way with words, yourself." Her comment made Paul laugh, but only once. Inside his chest, his heart was doing somersaults, but he was trying his hardest to keep his composure.

"What girlfriend?"

The woman gasped at his response. "You lie," she accused, yet Paul knew it was all in good nature by the smile on her face. "Even if you were, with a face like that, there's no way you don't have girls chasing after you all the time."

How the tables have turned, Paul thought; a little excited he found himself in the same spot as her only moments after he made the same mistake. Part of him wanted to respond to her with something witty, like "who says I don't?", but the other part of him didn't want that to arouse any questions that would segue into a conversation regarding his job.

He couldn't risk having her know everything, and fall for the idea of him.

"I guess I just... haven't found the right bird yet." He figured that was another truth he could hold by without entirely lying to this poor woman.

"That's fair. Well, whoever has the pleasure of ending up with you is a very lucky woman, indeed." Paul's cheeks darkened again, the compliment making his fingers feel a little numb. He noticed her eyes drifting to the window above his head before she suddenly closed her books shut.

"The rain's stopped. This has been a rather lovely conversation, but I do apologize. I must be leaving now."

Paul felt his stomach drop, and his mouth fell agape, watching worriedly as she gathered her belongings and rose to her feet.

"What-- you're leaving? Right now?"

He felt the same way he did back in the aisle when she cut the conversation short, full of disappointment that it all had to come to an end again.

"I was on my way to my parents' house before the rain started," she explained with a lopsided smile. "I'm helping my mother prepare for dinner tonight, but the rain was so bad, I figured I'd spend some time in here while I waited for it to die down. And I'm very glad I made that decision."

Paul nodded his head, realizing the last part of what she said alluded to making his acquaintance. He also found he couldn't be upset at such a wonderful gesture of kindness, her going to her parents'. "That is very sweet of you to do that for her," he said gently, standing up as well before she disappeared again.

"Before you go," he started, feeling hot beneath the collar as he tried to gather a little bit more courage to speak, her expecting eyes on him making him rather anxious.

"I would like to keep in contact with you," he paused briefly, "only if you want. I just... I've had a really pleasant time talking with you, and learning about your interests, and I would very much like to do all of this again."

Her cheeks rounded out again as her smile widened a little more-- Paul couldn't get over that damned smile of hers.

"You know... I would like that a lot," she finally answered, glancing down at her notebook before flipping to the last page and ripping it out. She folded it in half, and then tore it at the line, handing Paul one of the halves while she began writing on the other one. Paul watched with a pounding heart as she scratched out her phone number, and he began to do the same.

When they exchanged the papers, Paul examined the number she provided him, and then read the name she printed above it, a smiley face drawn next to it. he tried his best to concealing his excitement within.

"Y/n..." he mumbled thoughtfully, eyes casting back up to look at her. She laughed a little as she flipped the paper in her hand to show Paul, which only contained his phone number.

"That's me, but what am I to call you, exactly?"

This is where Paul found himself in another dilemma. He wanted her to call him Paul, but he also didn't want her putting two and two together if she recognized his name. He didn't want to entirely lie to her, either.

That's when a light bulb went off in his head. He realized the greatest loophole, and solution was staring him right in the face.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Paul reached for the paper again, scribbling his name at the top. But he wasn't using 'Paul'; he decided he was going to use his real first name.

"You can call me James," he explained, handing the paper back to her. She surveyed the name at the top of the paper before looking back up to him.

"Finally, a name to a face," she hummed in content. She then offered a hand out to Paul, to which he took so they could shake and say their farewells.

"It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, James."

It was the first time in a very long time Paul had been called that by anyone. He figured he would have hated the sound of it leaving her lips, but instead, it made his heart flutter. His face felt hot again, and it was apparent y/n could see the flush of his skin, because she smirked a little.

"The pleasure is all mine, Y/n. Please be safe." He finally let go of her hand, waving good bye as she did so as well, turning on her heel once again, and heading to the counter with her books to sign them out.

She slid Paul's phone number into her notebook as she walked away, and Paul just stood there for another moment as he watched her leave. He was was still feeling so many emotions now that he was alone, unable to help himself reaching back down to the piece of paper she gave him. He ran his fingers over her name and smiled a little to himself.

"Y/n..." her name was like a breath of fresh air to him. When he looked back up to catch one more glimpse of her, she was already gone. It made him feel a little empty, but when he noticed she left the black mushroom book for him, he felt just a little warmer inside.

Paul reached for the book, sliding her number into the pages, and deciding he was going to sign it out and try to learn a little on the subject. If they ever planned to meet in the future, he could try and impress her with some of the information he learned.

He didn't end up getting what he was looking for at the library, but he felt he was leaving with something he needed.

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A/A/N: Okay, I hope yous enjoyed that! Part 2 will happen as long as I have people requesting it. I have ideas, I'm just missing supporters<3

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[buttahpie]

me when the mclennon fan fic has a scene of john and paul arguing and it leads to them angrily making out

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[glowing-gold]

last month my dad was in town for a visit, and we were talking about past relationships. I asked him about his first marriage (something I’d never done before) and then he asked me about my first “relationship”.

I’d had a complicated situationship with a dear friend of mine (a boy) who later came out as gay.

I proceeded to tell my dad all about the intense feelings, the confusion, the yearning, the pain. I told him how we were attached at the hip and did everything together, how we would sleep in the same bed and cuddle. I told him how we were too young to really understand the depth of our feelings for one another. How we were so obviously in love but we were never sure in exactly what capacity. I told him how we met when we were 12 and immediately felt drawn to one another. How he was, in my view, the most charming and amazing boy in school and when he chose me to be his friend I felt like the sun was shining directly on my face. How we grew up together, were right there side by side for every formative experience. How I never felt like anyone knew me or saw me as well as he did. All other friends felt shallow and unimportant.

I told him how it wasn’t clear to either of us exactly what it was that we shared. That we obviously loved each other but it wasn’t necessarily physical. (Although, privately, if he had ever asked I would have said yes to something more.) How everyone else knew we were something of an item even if we weren’t officially a couple. Our names went together in the same breath. Everyone knew that. We were even nominated for prom king and queen (even though we weren’t a couple [we didn’t win of course]).

I shared how I never felt emotionally available for anybody else. I was filled up entirely by him. There were other boys who were interested in me but I felt zero interest in dating them. I was completely unavailable to them, I only ever wanted to spend time with him. We were soul mates. I didn’t think I could handle going on dates and kissing boys who didn’t know me like he did.

at one point, EARLY in our friendship, he did ask me to be his girlfriend. To which I obviously agreed. It lasted four months. We kissed only twice and it was terribly awkward. We obviously could acknowledge that how we felt towards one other was more than just friends, enough that at 13 we tried to be a couple, but it wasn’t quite right and we both sensed it. The day we broke up, we immediately went back to being friends. And after a week we were back to holding hands and talking as though nothing had changed.

Even without the label, we were entirely in a relationship. We had everything I have now with my husband besides for the sex. We had intimacy, deep true intimacy. I saw him cry multiple times, he held me as I cried. We held each other up, texted every day, talked about everything. We fantasized about a future together. About moving to New York and sharing an apartment. We didn’t see a future without the other one in it. We had that adolescent low grade obsession with each other that felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

There was intense jealousy. If a boy was interested in me and pursued me, he would act cold towards me about him. He’d be rude and put him down around me, and was overall never warm towards them. Same with me, if he ever spent more time with someone else, especially a girl, I would spiral about my role in his life. I needed to be the most important person to him.

When, after several years of torture, I tried to get him to admit to me that what we had wasn’t normal that not all close friends (who were a boy and a girl) slept together and cuddled went on dates, he would clam up and immediately shut down. He’d pretend he didn’t know what I was talking about and act like we were never actually that close. Even though once, in the middle of the night, with our arms around each other and our noses only a breath from touching, he told me he wished things were different- that he were attracted to me in a way that would allow us to be together, that he loved me and wished things were different.

Anyway- so I spill my guts to my dad about all of this. It’s been over ten years since he and I graduated high school and he came out (when all of this sort of came to a natural ending). I’m literally married now to a wonderful man, and he’s engaged to his own. But my dad listened to all of this then turns to me and says.

“everything you just said about you and [redacted]…. Could be said for John and Paul.”

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[rodeoromeo]

so did George take this as a sexy little pinup to send to Bob. let me position my bulge in my pants just right and then I’ll sit lookin at the book real hard and spread my legs but like casual and it’s his book and I’ll be like perusing it and looking like I’m thinking deeply about it do you think Bob will like that

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[saint-mona]

There are new members of The Beatles fandom and I wanted to share a valuable resource that was curated from the remains of the old LiveJournal platform:

This library of Fanfiction has been a blessing! Created by @chut-je-dors , there are fics on here that are many years old. Written by fandom elders past.

Perhaps you are aware of this archive, if not, reblog to share with everyone. The holidays are a time of giving. What better way to give than the gift of ‘J&P’ smut 😈

Enjoy, ya’ filthy animals!!!

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[thebeatles-world]

I still want you

Summary: George is in the recording studio with john, Ringo, and Paul and they are recording the song “I Want You (She’s So Heavy).”

While they are recording the song, George thinks about the argument that you guys had this morning and the other fights that you guys had previously which make him feel emotional so he secretly dedicates this song to you while singing and playing his guitar.

George’s P.O.V

I got to the studio running a few minutes behind. Me and Y/N got into a huge argument earlier today which made me run to the studio a bit late.

It was tough. Our marriage was going through a rocky road and I didn’t know what to do about it. The fights, the pettiness between me and her, the battle that we go through together. It was just tough.

I sighed as I put on my headphones and started strumming my guitar.

“There ye are! I thought you weren’t going to show up today.” I heard Paul say to me.

I nodded at him, still strumming my guitar.

I tried not to show my emotions in front of my bandmates. I didn’t want my mates to know that I was stressing out over my marriage.

“Alright, are we ready? Let’s begin recording.” I heard John say.

As we started with the intro, my mind came back to thinking about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad.

I started to have a flashback of me and y/n arguing one night…

“I told you to wash the dishes! That’s one simple chore I ask you to do George!” Y/N crossed her arms as she was getting frustrated at me.

“Whatever. I was having a stressful day at the studio Y/N. I can’t even come to my own home and have quality time with my wife. This is such rubbish!” I slammed my hand on the table.

“You don’t have to act like that George. All I ask is one thing and that’s it! That’s it! You don’t have to take your anger out on me.” Y/N begins to raise her voice at me.

“Oh right then. This is all my fault I suppose. Over some lousy dishes.” I shook my head in anger and headed towards our bedroom to cool down.

…

I looked over at my music notes sadly, still strumming my guitar. That memory played over my head once more before I concentrate on playing my guitar.

“Get back to work George,” I told myself, still playing my guitar.

Or what about this morning when you and y/n got into a heated argument and you told her that you needed relationship counseling before you ended up walking out of the marriage?

*Another Flashback*

“Bloody hell, I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t Y/N. The arguments. This whole battle of us yelling at each other. I can’t take this anymore. It’s either me and you go to marriage counseling or I end up getting a divorce from you.” I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“George you can’t be serious.” Y/N looked shocked. Her face suddenly changed from angry to sad. It secretly broke my heart just to see her sad.

“Oh, I am y/n. I had enough. I’m tired of this rubbish.” I said and walked away from her.

*end of flashback*

“I shouldn’t have said that. I still love her. I don’t ever want to lose her to another man.” I thought to myself.

With a heavy heart, I continue to play my guitar. It was hard not to get Y/N off my mind. My heart felt broken just thinking about losing her. I didn’t want to toss out our marriage like that.

I started to put a lot of emotion into singing and playing the guitar at the same time as I thought about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me

She's so

Heavy

Heavy, heavy, heavy

She's so

I sang emotionally and loudly just thinking about Y/N. This song was definitely for her. I wanted her so bad. I still want her. She always drove me mad, especially the first time I met her.

I continue singing emotionally and loudly while playing my guitar. I definitely did put a lot of emotions and effort into singing and playing the guitar. This song made me think of Y/N.

After we were finished singing and recording the song, I pulled out my headphones.

“Great job George, you had some wonderful vocals!” Paul said, patting my back.

“Yeah you could hear the emotions in his voice,” Ringo said.

“He must be going through something with Y/N.” John joked which made me chuckle.

I knew when I got home, I was going to bring Y/N some of her favorite flowers, cook her favorite dinner, run her a nice warm bath, apologize to her, and let her know that I still want her and I want her to be my wife for the rest of my life.

I was going to make love to her after her warm bath to show her that I adore her so much.

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[mysweetgeo]

Let's see...

How about playing w/each other's hair, you choose the pair!

I'd Look After You

Pairing: McHarrison

Request: How about playing w/each other's hair, you choose the pair!

Warnings: Implied previous sexual content !

Sorry for the EXTREME delay in writing and posting this !!!

Paul always cherished being George’s roommate while on tours, it brought the two of them closer than imaginable.

After a grueling few days of travel and a long concert, the pair had indulged themselves in their shared sin, homosexuality.

They laid beside each other, wrapped up in a warm embrace.

Paul reached a hand up to tangle his fingers in George’s hair, cherishing the softness of his freshly washed locks.

“Rather queer to be playing with another lad’s hair, I reckon,” Paul whispers, not stopping his movements.

George relaxed into Paul’s hand that was gently massaging his scalp, letting out a soft gasp at the sensation.

“No more queer than what we just did,“ George replied with a soft laugh after he’d regained his composure.

Paul tutted, thinking fondly of what they’d just done with one another.

With George it never felt wrong like most people preached it being. Paul never felt more right than when he was with George, like he was coming home after a long day’s work.

It had been several minutes since George had spoken, Paul laid with a lovestruck gaze upon his face.

“Oi, anybody home?” George joked, his hand coming up to gently tug on Paul’s dark locks.

His hair was softer than most birds, George reckoned. That’s what conditioning did for it.

This snapped Paul from his thoughts, his eyes meeting George’s.

“Yeah, I’m home,” Paul whispered, leaning further into George and embracing him, “always home when I’m with you.”

George could only smile and pull Paul to his chest, thankful to be so close to him.

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[pennielane]

if i fell

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[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles X Reader Chapter Index

Summary: A young girl meets present-day Paul McCartney who sends her back in time to save the Beatles.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22: The Ringo Ending

Chapter 23: The George Ending

Chapter 24: The John Ending

Chapter 25: The Paul Ending

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[harrisongslimited]

George Chapter of the Day

Hi Happy Beatle and tumblr Families! I'm working on a Beatles fanfic and to be honest, I'd love your opinions. I don't profess to be a great writer or anything...it's just that I've been a Beatles fan a long time, and stories have been buzzing around in my head forever. So I thought putting the stories down on paper would be fun..(or why I've gone stark raving mad). If it sucks beyond measure I will take it down and say goodbye to that magnificent writing career I'm going for. (Right).

I've read many of your stories and must say we have a talented bunch posting here! I'm a big hockey fan, so I'm enjoying those fanfics. I may tackle one on Brandon Hagel when I finish my Beatles story.

Anyway, I'm going to post the synopsis, trigger warnings, and first chapter very soon. I will also keep up my George Picture of the Day, which has been a lot of fun to do. And thank you for correcting my errors!

Thanks to the tumblr and Beatle families from harrisongslimited.

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