#loved that scene where george was helping ringo with that song

[ringosmistress]

#this is doing numbers #follow me for more beatles bangers guys #god john was on something back then #john can't possibly hate octopus's garden more than maxwell's silver hammer #poor ringo #what was paul's take on that octopus song #i love it though #loved that scene where george was helping ringo with that song #made me believe in starrison #peace and love everyone #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #beatles #memes

[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

#Asks #Mclennon #John and Paul #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #funny #The Beatles #gttr-beatles

[zilabee]

I've really enjoyed 'Read the Beatles', a collection of essays, interviews, snippets and such of people writing about Beatles through the years. I've posted a few bits from it recently. It's a really nice mix, including quite a few things that were published at the time, which I find more interesting in a lot of ways than people in the 2000s looking back.

But. Now I've reached the section of the book where she collects together some bits about each Beatle individually.

John:

An excerpt from Ray Coleman about John's early life

A bit from Gimme Some Truth, the John Lennon FBI files

A bit from the David Sheff Playboy interview

A bit from the Last Lennon Tapes by Andy Peebles

An obituaryish essay from Simon Frith about Lennon's meaningfuness and genius

A poem from Adrian Henri

An excerpt from Skywriting by Word of Mouth about John being happy being a house husband.

Absolutely lovely. I think that's a really nice collection.

Paul:

A 1982 interview where he talks about John's death

Here Today - a song he wrote about John Lennon

An interview from 2004 called 'McCartney: My Life in the Shadow of the Beatles'

Look at that. Three pieces, less than half of John's. And none of them are even about him. They're all about John. Nothing about his early life, because John wasn't in it. Nothing about Wings because John wasn't in it. Nothing about anything. It's appalling. And yes, I'm SURE it was harder to find things written about Paul than it was about John, especially in 2006. But all the same. (And for people who have come to Beatles more recently and think it's weird that Paul fans have such a bee in their bonnet about stuff like this, it's because of stuff like this! You only see articles now about Paul McCartney's legacy because Paul fans had a bee in their bonnet for a really long time.)

I've not read George and Ringo's sections yet so I can only take them from the contents page. Under the cut:

George:

A section from 'Before He Was Fab: George Harrison's first American Visit'

An excerpt from 'Mystical One: George Harrison' about the attack at Friar Park

An article called: The Unsung Beatle: George Harrison's Behind the Scenes Contributions to the World's Greatest Band

An obituary titled: George Harrison: World-Music Catalyst

Ringo:

An article from 1965 about interviewing Ringo on the set of Help (titled: Domesticated Beatle)

An excerpt from 'The Beatles As Musicians' looking at Ringo's skills as a drummer.

There's lots missing from both of them, I'd say. And yes it's poor that Ringo only has two pieces, but I do notice that they're both ABOUT HIM. And the same with George.

I'm so peeved.

(Saying all of that though, just reading those lists shows you how much stuff there is in this book. Added together these only make up a tiny portion of the whole thing, so it is a great book that I've really appreciated. It's just I might print out and paste in a few bits about Paul's early life, about him writing a symphony, about Wings, about his melody, about his legacy. Something like that.)

#beatles books #paul mccartney #Read The Beatles #edited by #June Skinner Sawyers #the beatles

[lil-melody-moon]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Oh, that's a nice one to get, thank you!

Since it's not only about the published ones, let's get on with this!

Let's Stay Together - First would be the one I wrote almost right after watching "Help!". I loved the setting of the movie, the fab four living together and well, me having a big crush on Ringo brought that fic to existence. Add to that me, feeling lonely as shit and this personal piece came to be, where me and Ringo become a couple right after the events of the movie. I will never publish it, it's too personal, but I love coming back to it, especially during lonely days. It gives me that... That feeling of feeling loved, ya know.

Roses - Another one with Ringo, this one is published and it's connected to the first one. It wouldn't exist if I didn't write a scene about our first meeting, me as a fan giving him flowers out of admiration <3

Ghost - another one published, this time with John Bonham. I just got overwhelmed with him being dead, a friend wrote a wonderful poem that inspired me write it and so I did. I'm very found of this one and I got one comment saying that this fic felt like a distant hug to them. I'm still feeling a writer's joy when I think about it.

A Nap - this one is also not published. It's a fic that describes my dream I got just before I dived into The Beatles music. It's stupid, without much sense - like any dream - but it's so funny that I got a dream about John and George taking care of me to get some sleep while Paul is trying to play a song in the background and Ringo just looks at me and he is the first person I see when I wake up. Well, maybe I didn't see him entirely because I was without my glasses - blind as a mole -but back then I only remembered a pair of sad and blue eyes looking at me and that adorable big nose. Believe it or not, but when I recalled that dream, after I got into The Beatles, I started searching for someone similar on the groups photos and this is how I spotted Ringo. Now look at me, look at the fucking header, saying "Lil Mrs. Starr" XD

Heartbreaking Night - final and published one, my first angst. I just wanted a fic with older Ringo so I figured I had to make my own. I put some alcoholism in it, wanted to portray him as he was in the 80s - well, probably - and I also felt lonely so yeah. Angst came out of that. Not something I would show off with, but I think it's a solid piece of work. And it's my longest story on AO3 for now- No wait, "Roses" is still longer XD

Thank you for this ask tho! <3 It was so nice, dear anon <3

#ask corner

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

🛠️🤡🥺🧐🎶

Hey Tina thank you for the ask <3333333333

🛠 What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I use Scrivener (a paid app; it's a one-time purchase of about 50$, a bit less for students). I really like it because it lets me keep my entire WIP in one place while still separating it into parts that I can easily switch between. I can also have folders in a project that aren't a part of the draft which is where I put my large outline for instance.

(Spoiler-ish for ILTY chapter 3)

The window looks like this, and it's just really nice how I can have my chapter outline on the right to not lose sight of where I'm going and also with one click navigate to older chapters to double-check something to make sure I'm maintaining continuity lol. Also, I like that it's always showing me the word count (but MS Word has more recently added that feature, so). I'm just a lot more comfortable here than in Office tbh and like not having to deal with specific pages (though I can set it in page view, which I do sometimes to find out how many pages the whole story would be lol).

Also, one time I tried drawing a character arc overview on my iPad but I haven't really been using it in the end lol.

It looks like this (slight spoilers for ILTY chapters 4-8, I cropped out unpublished stuff; if you've read that far [and can read my handwriting], you'll notice I didn't actually incorporate all of these things lol)

Legend: Green is John, blue is Paul, purple is George, pink is Cyn, red is Ringo,* yellow is just actual dates with specific events, white is the relevant chapter title.

*based off their actual stated favourite colours (from those Beatles trading cards lmao). Feel bad about making Cyn pink; it's not cause Girl! it's cause it fit into my colour scheme LOL.

Anyways, as you can tell I am very normal about my fic writing sdfhdsfgklhdfsklgdfhskjldfs.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I'm probably the only one who finds this really funny but I love it when Paul explains music with word salad.

Also every time I write Jane literally NOT giving a shit about the John-centric plot, I almost can't deal. She's my comedienne.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I'm a huge softie for any type of tender interactions, especially with Julian tbh. I just like calm moments when characters just share a little moment and smile at each other. Even if the overall story gets very bleak I can't help but weave in a short scene like that from time to time, which to me feels very realistic. That's what Get Back is after all! 🥹🥹🥹

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

YES. I literally wasted my entire Friday morning commute trying to figure out the most minor of details about flights in the 60s. If I think it's verifiable, I will try to verify it and sometimes waste upwards of an hour on tiny trivialities. Worst time was when I was gonna describe Lennon-McCartney as going together "like cream and coffee" and tried to confirm they definitely actually liked coffee so that the comparison felt true to the atmosphere 😭😭😭

But I also like the extreme research because it kind of forces me to gain more knowledge about this band and their time period with regards to aspects I wouldn't think to research otherwise!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Sometimes! Usually I don't but it happens; I tend not to if I'm on the train cause there's already a lot of distracting stimuli going on, but I might at home. I'm often thinking about my current chapter's song and listening to it when I'm not actually writing, though. Each chapter is an entire mini musical phase tbh. So I've been listening a lot to the next chapter's song, which is [SPOILER, though you can figure it out if you look hard enough >:)].

#sorry for these novel-length answers; i love talking about the Writing Process #lol reading the outline in the screenshot over and realizing i typoed julian to julia #ask #faewong #fic

[mysweetgeo]

I Need You (Part 11)

Summary: Sequel Series to the Do You Want to Know a Secret ? Series. Reader accepts a job as a photographer for a band as they begin a tour mid-1966, what happens when she finds out that she knows them ?

After the last concert in Germany, specifically Hamburg, the six of you headed back to the hotel, and while Brian wanted to stay in, the five of you that remained decided to head out to the pubs to celebrate a successful concert.

You all were squished into a booth, and you were sat between George and John, and John had his arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you were gulping down pint after pint.

You were drunkenly singing a Buddy Holly tune as you swayed back and forth in the booth knocking shoulders with both George and John.

George had noticed that you and John both weren’t slowing down with the drinks so he decided he’d better, to make sure you didn’t get hurt.

You linked arms with John and gasped, a brilliant idea coming to your mind, “John! Can we have a sleepover?!” You asked, nearly shrieking.

John grinned, “Yeah! A sleepover!” He agreed enthusiastically.

George bit his lip to bite back the bitter comment that was sure to come out if he opened his mouth.

“And Geo can come too!” You said, whipping around to wrap your arms around George’s neck.

“Sure, darling,” George drawled, never having been able to say no to you.

“Yay!” You said with a giggle, holding onto George and pulling yourself so you were straddling his lap while giving him a tight hug.

George held your waist for support, obviously not complaining about you being in his lap.

Paul whined from across the booth, “What about me? Can I come?” He looked at you, begging with large puppy dog eyes.

“No!” John shrieked, suddenly speaking up.

Paul visibly pouted and whimpered, obviously upset.

You pouted your lip when you saw Paul so upset, “Of course you can Paulie,” you said with a gentle smile, moving out of George’s lap to lean across the table and hold his hand. “And you too, Ringo,” you said, reaching out for his hand as well.

While you held the other lads hands, George was holding onto your waist, not only to steady you but also just to have you in his close proximity.

Paul’s face split in a grin and he leaned across the table to plant a kiss on your lips, which you instantly recoiled from, retreating back into George’s arms.

John and Ringo watched the scene unfold, seeing how George’s arms tightened around you as you placed your hands on top of his on your stomach.

“Don’t ever do that again, Macca,” George threatened, his eyes turning black in anger.

“‘m sorry, love, I didn’t mean anything by it—“ Paul tried to explain but no one was having any of it.

Your eyes were still wide in shock as your grip on George tightened, needing to feel some source of comfort.

Sensing that this scenario wasn’t going to dissolve itself, Ringo spoke up, “I think maybe Paul and I should go back to the hotel, ‘m sure he didn’t mean any harm,” he spoke, standing from the booth and letting Paul climb out after him.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N),” Paul whispered as he and Ringo walked away, in a voice that was barely audible.

You just nodded, not trusting your words as you watched the pair of them walk away.

“Well that sure was a mood-killer, eh?” John said with a huff, taking a large gulp from his pint, as he slid Paul’s half empty glass towards himself.

You nodded as you took a large drink from your glass, downing the remaining contents in one gulp.

George held you close to his chest, seeing as you were still somewhat startled by Paul’s actions.

You turned your head to look at George, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw, “Georgie? Can you get me another pint?” You asked in a sweet voice, which nearly caused George to burst out laughing, your romantic gesture greatly contrasting the words that came from your lips.

“Of course, darling,” he answered, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “but I have to get up in order to do that.”

You whined contorting your body so that your top half was pressed against his chest, “No,” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck as faux tears appeared in the corners of your eyes, “don’t leave me.”

“Let the lad get us a pint,” John complained from beside you, “he’ll only be gone a minute anyhow.”

You frowned at his bluntness, though you slid yourself out of George’s lap and released him from your clutches, “Okay,” you said in a very sad voice.

George’s heart ached to see you like this, even if it was something as silly as this, “I’ll be right back, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek just before he walked away.

When George returned, he found that you were sitting across from John where Paul and Ringo had been not long ago. You had told him you moved because he was ‘annoying you’ and because he ‘smelt bad’.

George set two pints on the table, one for you and one for John, before settling into the seat beside you.

“We’re still having a sleepover, yeah?” John asked, swirling his drink around in his glass.

“Well, duh,” you deadpanned, “what else do bestfriends do.”

“Well, you and George are ‘bestfriends’ and I’m sure that you two have done the deed. So if you’re interested—“ John began but was cut off by George.

“Not gonna happen, lad,” he said in a threatening tone.

You giggled at the exchange, leaning against George’s shoulder, “We haven’t done anything, Johnny,” you said.

“Obviously, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife,” John muttered, though both of you could hear it.

You blushed and looked down, smiling softly as you felt George’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

“You two make me sick,” John said, complimented by a fake gag.

“Oh shush,” you said, grabbing your pint and taking a large gulp from it. “After I finish this, let’s go back to the hotel.”

The boys nodded in agreement, and sat in silence as you and John finished your drinks.

+

You and John had your arms intertwined as you walked the streets back to the hotel, George following closely behind.

The two of you were drunkenly singing ‘That’ll Be The Day’ as you stumbled towards your room.

“All your hugs ‘n kisses,” you slurred, gripping onto John for dear life as George ushered you both into the lift.

“And your money too!” John chirped, hiccuping as he did.

“Well,” you drawled, “y’know you love me baby.”

John sputtered out a slew of words that didn’t hardly resemble the lyrics, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles, gripping onto George’s arm to steady yourself.

The two of you continued the song, skipping into the chorus as you sang in an ear piercing unison.

You got off the lift at your floor, pulling the two boys to your door as you suddenly remembered that you didn’t know where your key was.

“I’ve got it, love,” George murmured, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your back as he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door for you.

“Oh! My hero!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his cheek.

John let out a groan as he plopped himself on the bed, “You two best not fuck each other while I’m in the bed,” he said, being as blunt as humanly possible.

You rolled your eyes and detached yourself from George as you ran and launched yourself onto the bed, narrowly missing John’s body as you landed.

“Sometimes, I wish I could zip your mouth shut,” you said as you rolled over onto your back and scooted towards him.

John gasped, feigning hurt, “That is so mean! Take that back right this instant!” He shrieked.

“Never,” you said as you sleepily curled into his side, “Where’s my Georgie?” You asked, popping an eye open to look for him.

“Right here, love,” George answered, climbing into bed beside you.

You grinned and turned your body around to wrap your arms around his small frame, “Mm, I love this,” you said with a sigh of pure comfort.

George grinned and held you close to him, running his had up and down your back.

John whined, obviously jealous of the contact you and George were sharing, and crawled on top of you and George, wrapping his arm around you both and nesting his head against George’s shoulder.

George grunted at the sudden added weight, but didn’t voice any complaints as the three of you laid in silence.

You looked up at George with a drunken smile, “Hi,” you whispered.

He couldn’t help but grin at your expression, “Hi,” he replied quietly, as to not wake the beast that was now snoring and drooling on George’s shoulder.

Your breaths mixed with your close proximity, and you could only get closer to each other.

Soon your noses were pressed against one another as the two of you giggled.

Everything was funny to you in your drunken state.

Until it wasn’t.

Tears began pouring down your face and George’s smile and laughter were soon wiped away with a look of concern and worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“It’s my fault,” you sobbed, leaning into George’s touch.

“What’re ye talking about?” He asked again, moving so that John naturally fell off of him and behind him on the bed.

“If I’d have just come to London with you, we would be together,” you cried, tears falling in large streams down your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” George sighed, pulling you to his chest. “My dear, sweet girl,” he whispered, “none of this is your fault, we were so young, and we weren’t ready for each other.”

You continued to cry into George’s chest, “I—I just love you s—so much, Geo,” you managed through body-rattling sobs.

“I love you too, so so much,” he murmured as he ran a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Forever and ever, my darling.”

You fell asleep with your bodies intertwined, leaving no space between the two of you, and John tucked under the blankets behind George’s back.

#love #george harrison #the beatles #john lennon #music #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george #beatles x reader #george harrison fic #1966 #female reader

[cultofbeatles]

the beatles moments i think about a lot 

thinking about if paul ever found out it was John who touched him and not the other dude 

when the interviewer spit on george 

the mockers and marbles interview 

“we were just trying to write songs about prostitutes and lesbians is all.”

“what kind of girl do you like?” “john’s wife.”

the whole train scene from a hard days night with the old man arguing with them 

“and the rest of you if you’ll just rattle your jewelry.”

their studio bloopers 

their last interview together from 1966 where they were all so pissy and john looked like a karen 

paul admitting to doing lsd

“JOHNNNNNN” “WHAAATTTTTTT”

george being asked if he wanted to hear led zeppelin’s first album 

“i think they look great” “well i think they look dopey”

“she's a drag. a well known drag.”

this long tall sally performance 

“shut up while he’s talking”

“we’d like to say-” “SHUT UPP!”

“of course i love him. of course i love him. i love john as i loved him. you can't change love. there’s no reason on earth why i should hate him.”

“it’s like barbara fucking walters”

that help scene where they all dressed up and looked like their older selves 

eric lennon

“knock knock” “who’s there” “john the baptist”

this paul interview where we talked about beatles songs 

when paul was sick during an interview and john was worried 

and he’s still going in 2020 :,)

this interview 

“what’s next on the agenda?” “a song.”

“where’s the bus”

“what’s the matter with you phillip it’s the last fucking verse.”

when george harrison invented reaction videos 

their iconic first press conference 

“thanks for the purple heart” “silver! silver!” 

paul talking about his best times with george 

“yoko sat in that very chair” george: imma head out now 

george harrison’s dad passed the vibe check 

aunt mimi’s interview 

that cursed shakespeare play that they did 

the beautiful ringo and george interview from the 80′s that i love with all my heart 

“that’s when you discover other things...”

pushing each other into on coming traffic lmao

this interview breaks my heart 

the in my life live performance..oh wait there never was one. and that's my villain origin story.

#others please add more #I was mainly doing video moments and not things I've read in books #the #beatles #the beatles #since I did one for Led Zeppelin lol #John lennon #John #Lennon #paul mccartney #paul #McCartney #george #harrison #ringo starr #ringo #starr #the beatles moments #george harrison

[serenade-meow]

Paul/Jane excerpts (within the context of Beatles’ details)

MEETING THE BEATLES:

On 18 April 1963 Jane did a photographic assignment for Radio Times at a concert called ‘Swinging Sounds ’63’ at the Albert Hall... When the Beatles came on stage she screamed. Jane met all four Beatles backstage – apparently all four were very impressed by her – especially George, it was alleged later – but she got on better with Paul. They were seen in public together for the first time shortly afterwards and from then on Paul was continually asked whether he was going to marry Jane. Paul even made fun of this in ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ when answered ‘No, we’re just good friends’ even before the question was asked.

— Richard Porter, Guide to the Beatles London

They invited her back to their hotel, the Royal Court in Sloane Square, before moving on to the Kings Road apartment of Chris Hutchins, a journalist.

The others left Paul alone in the bedroom with Jane, after a lot of winking. They set the evening talking about gravy and what was their favourite meal. ‘I realized this was the girl for me. I hadn't tried to grab her or make her. I told her, “It appears you're a nice girl.”’

‘They couldn’t believe I was a virgin,’ says Jane.

— Hunter Davies, The Beatles

[John’s masturbation comment]

Previously John, Paul, George, and Ringo had hoped to end their evening at the Ad Lib club, a celebrity hangout that had lately become a favorite late-night stop. But as the throngs of girls outside continued to wail, they realized they had better stay out of sight. [Chris] Hutchins invited the entire group back to his apartment King’s Road in Chelsea, so off they went, with two girls in tow…

Whether it was her cool confidence or her posh accent, something about Jane goaded John to direct his caustic eyes in her direction.

“Well. Let’s all play a question-and-answer-game!” He announced a bit too cheerily. Then he turned to Jane. “So tell us, luv, how do girls play with themselves?”

Silence. Jane’s eyes widened. Paul, sitting close to her on the floor, put his hand in the air, as if he could wave John’s words back into his mouth. “John! John!” he yelped. “Stop it. You can’t do that.”

John just smiled, peering intently through his glasses. “No, you can tell us. Come on. We all want to know, come on.”

Paul, looking aghast, shook his head vehemently. “John. For christsakes, John.” 

By now Jane was climbing to her feet, muttering icily that it had grown quite late, clearly it was time to go. Paul stood, too, glaring at John while he helped Jane into her coat, saying he’d see her into a cab. The pair of them walked outside quickly, the door clicking behind them. It was late by then, already after midnight, and the dark London air was thick with fog.

The cultured, self-possessed Jane Asher may have intimidated John Lennon, but she was exactly what Paul had been looking for. When Hutchins looked out the window, he saw the Beatle holding the actress’s arm, walking into the midst. “And he never came back,” Hutchins says. “I just saw both of them disappearing down King’s Road.” 

— Peter Ames Carlin, Paul McCartney: A Life 

RELATIONSHIP:

[Paul on status]

Living in the Asher house gave me the base and the freedom and the independence. That, alongside all the other things, because I wasn't married to Jane. I was pretty free. I remember John very much envying me. He said, 'Well, if you go out with another girl, what does Jane think?' and I said, 'Well, I don't care what she thinks, we're not married. We've got a perfectly sensible relationship.' He was well jealous of that, because at this time he couldn't do that, he was married with Cynthia and with a lot of energy bursting to get out. He'd tried to give Cynthia the traditional thing, but you kind of knew he couldn't. There were cracks appearing but he could only paste them over by staying at home and getting very wrecked. 

— Paul McCartney, Many Years from Now

[Jane’s concerns]

That’s typical Paul (wanting me to stay inside the George V Hotel with the band instead of going out by myself to see Paris). It’s just so silly of me to stay at the hotel. It’s just that he’s so insecure. For instance, he keeps saying he’s not interested in the future, but he must be because he says it so often. The trouble is, he wants the fans’ adulation and mine too. He’s so selfish, it’s his biggest fault. He can’t see that my feelings for him are real and that the fans’ are fantasy. Of course, it’s the trouble with all boys. When I first met the Beatles, I liked them all. Then, when I found out that I liked Paul more, the others became angry with me.

— Michael Braun, Love Me Do! The Beatles Progress

[Image wise, George didn’t stay angry with Jane, there’s several cute candid photos of them looking rather peaceful.]

[London Life]

The socially omnivorous Beatle profited from his Asher connection when the world wasn’t watching, too. For now Paul had entree into the cloistered world of old money… So many secret rituals to learn, so many hands to shake and stories to hear. “It was stuff happening that I’d only ever read of in books,” Paul said. “An overhang from Britain’s genteel past.”

John, stuck out in his golf-course home with his wife and a toddler son whose emotional needs he could never quite fathom, envied his partner’s more fast-paced urban life. Though the three suburban Beatles and their wives weren’t exactly stranger to the London nightlife, Jane clearly set a very different standard. “Jane was a teenaged film star so she was part of the glitterati of London before the Beatles even appeared,” NEMS employee and Beatle wingman Tony Bramwell recalls...

If the other Beatle couples bumped into Paul and Jane in London on a night off, Bramwell continues, it was usually a night club such as the Ad Lib or the Scotch of St. James. “Paul and Jane would be there, probably with some strange people. So you’d have a drink, and that’d be it. They’d be off.” 

— Peter Ames Carlin, Paul McCartney: A Life 

[The Turtles run into Paul, John, Jane, and Ringo] 

Inside the speakeasy, all the girls looked like Twiggy, the iconic pixie-haired waif model whose London fashion had taken the world by storm. We must have walked past fifteen look-alike on our way to our next destination and we actually heard the Beatles before we saw them. It was like being in A Hard Day’s Night. 

“Aw, come on John. Leave the candles alone. You’re gonna start a bloody fire in here.”

“I can’t see anything down here, Paul. It’s as dark as a hooker’s heart.” 

And then, a female voice.

“Please, Paul. Don’t humor him anymore. This is getting ridiculous. I’m going to leave.”

Graham led us around the corner, where the Fab Four were hanging with their dates at a private table in the back of the room. Well, actually it was the Fab Three — George Harrison was not in attendance. The deal was, Lennon was actually under the table taking Polaroid pictures up the skirts of his female companions while Paul lent a hand. Ringo laughed at everything, and Paul’s then girlfriend, Jane Asher, was doing her best to drag him out of there. Dressed in Carnaby Street’s finest, the Beatles were dimly lit, and a halo of light illuminating their mop-top hairdos added just the right ambience to make this already bizarre scene more surreal. 

Paul was ducking under the table himself now, helping his business partner illuminate the proceeding with his disposable lighter, and Jane was searching the booth for her coat as we approached them, with Graham in the lead.

“I’ll be leaving now, Paul,” Jane said through clenched teeth as she pushed her way out of the booth and stood there, staring him down.

“Hi, Jane.” Graham was friendly but she didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

“I’m going home, Paul. And I don’t mean your home.” She made her way toward the exit as we walked up in a pack. Jim Tucker actually grabbed her army to stop her en route.

“Hey, Miss Asher. Hi. My name is Jim Tucker and I worked with your brother.” He extended his hand, only to have her push him away.

“Piss off, wanker!” Jane just blew him off and brushed past us on her way out of the club. Jim stood there examining his hand for a long moment.

“Hey, guys,” Graham greeted as Paul frantically scrambled to his feet.

“Jane! Jane! Aw, come on, baby. We’re just having a little fun.” Jane kept walking. 

— Howard Kaylan, Jeff Tamarkin, Shell Shocked: My Life with the Turtles, Flo and Eddie, and Frank Zappa etc.

[Vacationing and songwriting — Yesterday]

McCartney played it so often on the set of The Beatles’ first movie, Help!, that director Richard Lester once threatened that he’d throw the piano off the set if McCartney didn’t complete it. Lennon tried to help his pal with the song, but this was entirely a McCartney joint. Lennon's only contribution was the suggestion that the song title just be one word, but beyond that, he was just about useless.

After months of struggling with the creative process, the lyrics suddenly came to McCartney in a very unlikely (and very inconvenient) place: driving down the winding hills of Portugal, where he was on vacation with Jane.

“It was a long hot, dusty drive,” McCartney told Miles. “Jane was sleeping but I couldn’t, and when I’m sitting that long in a car I either manage to get to sleep or my brain starts going. I remember mulling over the tune ‘Yesterday,’ and suddenly getting these little one-word openings to the verse.”

McCartney and Asher were going to stay as guests in the vacation villa owned by his friend Bruce Welch, who was also a musician. When they made it to the villa, McCartney rang up Welch and asked him if he had a guitar. Luckily, there was an acoustic guitar in the house, which made the arduous songwriting process just a bit easier. It took two more weeks to nail the lyrics… and then there was more waiting to do.

— Jordan Zakarin, “Paul McCartney Came up With the Melody to One of the Beatles' Biggest Hits in His Sleep.”

[Thoughts on marriage]

“I enjoy acting. I didn’t want to give that up.”

“I know now I was just being silly,” says Paul. “It was a game, trying to beat you down.” At various times, one of them wanted to get married but the other didn’t. Jane says it was usually something happening with the Beatles, just when it looked all settled, which made her change her mind. Paul says it was her acting, although he agreed when the big tour of America came up that she had to go on that. 

“When I came back after five month [tour], Paul had changed so much. He was on LSD, which I hadn’t shared. I was jealous of all the spiritual experiences he’d had with John. There were fifteen people dropping in all day long. The house had changed and was full of stuff I didn’t know about.”

His life is much quieter and more ordered now, since Jane returned. Paul, unlike the others, is very communicative about himself. He does talk everything over with Jane. She knows what he’s thinking.

“Another problem,” says Paul, “was that my whole existence for so long centered round a bachelor life. I didn’t treat women as most people do. I’ve always had a lot around, even when I’ve had a steady girl. My life generally has always been very lax, and not normal. 

“I knew it was selfish. It caused a few rows. Jane left me once and went off to Bristol to act. I said okay, then leave; I’ll find someone else. It was shattering to be without her.” This was when he wrote “I’m Looking Through You.” Jane has inspired several of his more beautiful songs, such as “And I Love Her.”

— Hunter Davies, The Beatles.

[Chasing after Jane in Bristol] [Writing Eleanor Rigby] [Busy]

The other three Beatles had already moved out into the London suburbs, with lush gardens and rolling lawns, while Paul was in the heart of London in an old period house. When I complimented him on the house, and admired his possessions, he said: ‘People think we are not conceited — but we are’.

I then got him to explain where the words of Eleanor Rigby had come from… The name which first came into his head was a woman called Daisy Hawkins, ‘picking up rice in a church where a wedding had been’. He had no idea where that line had come from. In Bristol, where he had been visiting Jane Asher who was acting there, he was walking round and saw the name Rigby on a shop, and thought that would be a better name.

— Hunter Davies for the Daily Mail 

[Magical Mystery Tour]

By 1967, McCartney was making experimental films, and he traveled everywhere with his video camera. While filming Jane Asher at Denver’s Civic Center Park, he was struck by an idea. It combined the randomness of his amateur films with the stories of the Merry Pranksters that he heard during his time in San Francisco and the mystery charabanc tours that took vacationers from Liverpool to Blackpool on a bus filled with beer and accordion players. Maybe the Beatles could create and film a mystery tour of their own.

— Scott Freiman, “Magical Mystery Tour: Some “Mysteries””

[India]

Brian Epstein’s death was a heavy blow to Jane. She, too, found comfort in the Maharishi: She went with Paul to Rishikesh and felt the experience to have been rewarding. With LSD banished, their understanding returned. Paul, at long last, made ready to commit himself. They announced their engagement at a McCartney family party on Christmas Day, 1967. 

— Philip Norman, Shout! 

[India]

When they got engaged on Christmas Day 1967, all these problems were in the past. Maharishi for a long time was the only little point of difference, although it was all amicable. Jane didn’t fall for him when the others did. She said that she and Paul together reach a spiritual state on their own. Paul wasn’t as committed as George and John, but still felt there was something there which would help him, which might answer his questions. 

The questions he’s referring to are about the purpose of life, not about the Beatles. Paul has some well-worked-out views about the Beatles, their changes, and the future. 

— Hunter Davies, The Beatles

BREAKING UP:

[John starts bringing Yoko to studio — meets Jane?] [Paul reacting] 

Fully aware of the enormity, John implied it was just a one-off visit, because Yoko had been depressed and needed cheering up. ‘I had no idea what he’d told the others,’ she would remember. ‘I couldn’t understand why they kept asking me if I was feeling better.’ It being unthinkable for Lennon to enjoy a privilege that McCartney didn’t, Jane Asher soon afterwards found herself invited to her first Beatles recording session in five years with Paul. As his relationship with Jane began to peter out, he took to bringing along Francie Schwartz, the New Yorker working in Apple’s press office who’d recently caught his eye.

On 17 July, John once again showed off Yoko–now no longer dressed in shapeless black but tailored white–at the London premiere of Yellow Submarine. That evening, very noticeably, Paul had no Jane doing her usual royal duty beside him.

Three days later, on the BBC’s Dee Time program, she told host Simon Dee she was no longer engaged to Paul and that their five-year relationship was over. ‘I haven’t broken it off but it’s broken off, finished,’ she said. ‘I know it sounds corny, but we still see each other and love each other… but it hasn’t worked out. Perhaps we’ll be childhood sweethearts and meet again and get married when we’re about 70.’

— Paul McCartney: The Life by Philip Norman

JOHN: So it was always the family thing, you see. If Jane [Asher] was to have a career, then that’s not going to be a cozy family, is it? All the other girls were just groupies mainly. And with Linda not only did he have a ready-made family, but she knows what he wants, obviously, and has given it to him. The complete family life. He’s in Scotland. He told me he doesn’t like English cities anymore. So that’s how it is.

MCCABE: So you think with Linda he’s found what he wanted?

JOHN: I guess so. I guess so. I just don’t understand… I never knew what he wanted in a woman because I never knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted something intelligent or something arty, whatever it was. But you don’t really know what you want until you find it. So anyway, I was very surprised with Linda. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d married Jane Asher, because it had been going on for a long time and they went through a whole ordinary love scene. But with Linda it was just like, boom! She was in and that was the end of it.

— John Lennon, interview w/ Peter McCabe and Robert Schonfeld. (September, 1971)

“I've always felt wary including Jane in the Beatles’ history. She’s never gone into print about our relationship, whilst everyone on earth has sold their story. So I'd feel weird being the one to kiss and tell.”

— Paul McCartney, Anthology 

I've never particularly liked the idea of looking back; I'd rather look forward.”

— Jane Asher 

#Jane asher #Paul mccartney #John lennon #quotes #I'm just a jealous guy #alternate universe where George one-ups Paul and dates Jane #it'd be short-lived tho #Jane and John disliking each other mood #mclennon

[peachybeatles]

ultimate bottom!John master post ;)

Every fic listed is mclennon, includes sexual content and is on ao3. Do feel free to add onto the list if I’ve missed anything! 

Be My Baby - crybabycry

“Tell me, Johnny,” Paul murmured, teasing his almost-auburn hair between his fingers, “were you a good boy today?”

John’s breath quickened, blush spreading as he readjusted himself on Paul’s lap. “No, Paul, I was not a good boy today.”

These Nights - Unchained_Daisychain

Music journalist John Lennon is tasked with writing an article on newfound pop artist Paul McCartney. A night of fame, music, and passion soon surround John before he knows it. By the end of it all, he’s not so sure he can manage to give up this star and these nights.

Father’s Day - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul have a different way of celebrating Father’s day.

Understanding - ImagineBeatles

John wants to know what it’s like to be fucked roughly after he had seen how much Paul had enjoyed it, when he had done it to him. Paul is more than happy to do it.

The First Scene - DemonDean10

John is an omega and has kept this secret from all his friends for years. Until one day while on their first visit to the U.S. he discovers he forgot his heat suppressants. There is an Alpha that could come to his rescue, but what will happen after the two wake up and realize what they've done.

Higher Education - smothermeinrelish

Starting anew in Edinburgh Scotland, John is hired as a conservationist at the University where he will be working along side English Literature Professor Dr. Paul McCartney. John is instantly attracted to his new supervisor and mentor, but the feelings aren't mutual? Are they? Set in modern AU, the teacher/ student relationship could be more than just a temporary fling.

You Teaser, You Pleaser - Unchained_Daisychain

John and Paul finally find time to put their new handcuffs to use.

John shrugged, but the smirk on his lips belied his nonchalance. He glanced at the handcuffs Paul held between their bodies. “Seize the moment, Macca,” he said, low, tracing a single finger along the ridges of one open cuff. “Or any accessible poles throughout the day. They always leave that part out.”

Tease Me - nipsynips

His bandmates had always called him the ‘kinky’ one, but they had always assumed it was him doing the tying and the holding down and the commanding. True enough, that was often the case, especially with birds, but it wasn’t his preference. In fact, contrary to what most people thought, John relished the chance to relinquish control every once in a while.

Patience is a Virtue - Peachy_Beatles

John is trying his best to song write despite his overactive imagination. Luckily, Paul is willing to reward him for his efforts.

Summer Rose - chanderson

John and Paul rekindle their relationship late summer 1980. John's feeling lost, and Paul's missing him in more ways than one.

Cutting Strings - Peachy_Beatles

Early 1969: With John’s increasing emotional unavailability, Paul is left clinging on to whatever he can get from him- no matter how unfulfilling.

I Blame Tumblr - DemonDean10

I would just like to apologize to the world and myself for doing this. Based off this Tumblr post by @johnsdoublechin: @ the ppl who say John isnt a bottom at my last post well I got MY SOURCES. George, Ringo, Paul, Brian, Cynthia, and Yoko have all topped him thanks for listening And so...this was born. Basically John bottoms for everyone. Everyone tops him. I did this instead of my actual fics.

Ten Minutes - ImagineBeatles, ChutJeDors

Paul had thought that his friends only wanted the best for him, with giving him a gift card to a brothel and all. Now, having ended up in a room with a stunningly handsome male whore, he needs to reconsider those ideas about his friends, and his beliefs in life altogether. It’s just for ten minutes, though… Definitely a once in a lifetime thing, and all that. Totally! Right? Right??

What Feels Right/ This Loving Game - ImagineBeatles

Paul and Julia have been going out for a while and now they’ve decided to move in together. What Paul hadn’t expected when he’d agreed was that he’d fall in love with her troublesome teenage son, John

like a river flows, surely to the sea - toppermostofthepoppermost

John is smiling around his cigarette, head thrown back, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky, and it takes Paul all of his poor will to mutter, “You shouldn’t flirt with your teachers, you know?” “In my defense, Mr. McCartney,” John quips, shifting his gaze to Paul, “you make it very hard not to.” Or: Modern-day AU where Paul spends his days teaching everything Shakespeare, getting angry at modern electronic devices, raising a five-year-old girl who's 50% puppy eyes and 50% sassy comebacks and trying not to fall in love with John Lennon, his university student.

The Consequences of Getting What You Want - deux_lunes

Why John Lennon really beat Bob Wooler up at Paul’s birthday party.

Queer - deux_lunes

Paul gives John what he desires

Discipline - deux_lunes

John has been an utter brat and Paul decides that he is in desperate need of discipline.

Skype sex.  - mickeymouse (Sgtmacca0)

day 8. john skypes paul in the middle of the night.

In the Back Seat of My Car - ImagineBeatles

Modern AU. After having met at Stuart's birthday party, John and Paul get down and dirty in the back of John's car.

It won’t be long - orphan_account

After some interesting scents were being left around everywhere the Beatles went, even without any women around, it became obvious that someone in the band is an omega and never told anyone. But no one seems to care, or even notice, but Paul. The only other alpha in the band, with John of course. And he sniffs out (literally and figuratively) who it is alone in the hotel.

James - JP (jpgr1963)

Paul helps John cope with stress while on tour in 1964.

Magical Mystery Tour Love - DemonDean10

Paul gets drunk one night during MMT filming and confesses his love for John. John had been in love for yrs and is elated. but when Paul wakes up he remembers very little of the night before, will he tell John or try to make the relationship work, even with all the moral conflicts it brings up?

Day 30: Who’s Your Daddy, Johnny Boy? - ImagineBeatles

John's been a naughty boy who needs his Daddy to punish him and make him learn his lesson. Or at least, that's what Paul thinks. Not that John isn't more than happy to indulge his lover.

Day 22: Over The Desk - ImagineBeatles

1968. John keeps bothering Paul while he's busy doing management stuff, which is highly irritating for the younger Beatle, especially seeing as John makes it abundantly clear he isn't going to leave until he gets what he came for. In the end, John gets a little more than he bargained for.

Day 18: Lazy Morning Sex - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul spend the morning in bed together.

Day 6: Clothed Getting-Off - ImagineBeatles

John had seen Paul watching him, eyes hot and determined, so he was not at all surprised when he was dragged into an alleyway and pushed up against a brick wall to have his lips positively snogged off.

 I Want You - sockittoem

“In which John gets really horny after doing coke, and needs Paul to fuck it out of him.”

The Night Before - andthemoondogs

[ Anon McLennon prompt: "The Night Before" ] John and Paul have a night of drunken sex, after which, John panics and gives Paul the cold shoulder until Paul finally confronts him about it.

Day 7: Naked/Dressed - ImagineBeatles

1964. On the set of A Hard Day's Night, John and Paul cannot get one particular scene right in which Paul has to drag John away from a couple of girl as they try to find Paul's grandfather on the train, so they sneak off to practise the scene together. Soon, however, the boys have other things on their minds than rehearsing a scene.

Kiss Me - orphan_account

Mimi is gone for a trip, and when John and Paul meet at John's house for practice, things don't go quite as planned.

masturbation. - mickeymouse(Sgt macca0)

day 4. paul masturbates at the thought of john.

bottoms up. - ffomixam

“Can we get some mclennon with a possessive, dominant paul and compliant john? (technically doesn’t have to be smut)”

breathe desperation. - ffomixam

 McLennon smut, something along the lines of a first time, unexpected, adrenaline fueled, thoughtless, desperate handsy-ness and making out backstage after a show with John as the more submissive and needy one?

love me harder. - ffomixam 

Could you write a fic about Paul fucking John in public while in Hamburg, being really rough and dominant and teasing John that someone’s going to hear them and see John taking it up the arse, and John just devolves into a cummy fucked-out mess.

Of Hot Chocolate and Rainy Nights - paulmcfartney

yall already know what's goin on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I feel like I’m the worst, so I act like im the best - KiwiPillow

John, a young ravishing man, who is absolutely uninterested in anything but himself really, gets pursued by his roommate to try a dating website! What could go wrong? Well, maybe your "match" could turn out to be a bastard stalker mobster boss with a serious daddy kink, who wants to work on your attitude. Shocked and upset. In the mob bosses defence, John is annoying as hell in this.

#mclennon #paul mccartney #John Lennon #the beatles #George Harrison #ringo starr #botttom john #fic rec

[the-youngcinephile]

Videos that make me feel a bit better

Because musicians and music I love help me get through all the days where all I want to do is curl up into a ball and sleep. I needed somewhere to put the links, so here’s a post you can feel free to ignore.

Interviews/Footage that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable

Brian May and Percy the Hedgehog

Roger Waters Cooking

Paul McCartney cooking mashed potatoes

Ringo and Marc Bolan “Some people like to rock”

Bob Dylan reading some signage

Dave Grohl fresh pots

Old Man Ringo and a strange garden

We aint written no poetry Beatles

David Byrne being David Byrne

Music Videos

Bill Wyman’s weird ass song and music video

‘Children of the Revolution’ Music Video (AKA Marc Bolan, Elton John, and Ringo Starr being idiots for 3 minutes and 48 seconds)

Ramones ‘Pet Sematary’

George Harrison ‘Crackerbox Palace’

Dancing in the Street Original Video

Dancing in the Street Silent Version

Concert Footage/Close enough I’m counting it

Iggy Pop and The Stooges “That’s peanut butter”

‘Waiting For the Man’ Lou Reed and David Bowie

George Harrison Pirate Song

Bob Dylan and George Harrison rehearsing ‘If Not For You’

Ramones at The Rainbow 1977

Nirvana at the 1993 MTV awards

Charlie Watts air drumming

Rick Astley at a Foo Fighters concert  

Covers/Edits

‘Rape Me’ lounge music cover 

Lizzo/McElroy ‘Boys’ 

Foo Fighters cover ‘Band On The Run’

Brian Wilson Hates Mike Love

Sweet Fat Bottomed Alabama

Idk how to categorize this

John Lennon ‘I’m In Love’ demo

Paul McCartney’s Humpty Dumpty Rap

“Moo” -Ringo Starr

Paul’s broken a glass

Every Cate Blanchette as Bob Dylan scene from I’m Not There

#ref #brian may #ringo starr #marc bolan #rick astley #foo fighters #dave grohl #nirvana #john lennon #paul mccartney #beatles #queen #ramones #charlie watts #rolling stones #george harrison #david bowie #mick jagger #beach boys #mike love #brian wilson #roger waters #bob dylan #lou reed #iggy pop #cate blanchett #talking heads #david byrne #elton john

[sexualtea]

Could you do a fic where the reader has known the Beatles boys forever and there is like a love triangle between John and the reader and George and the reader. Feel free to decide which one ends up with the reader in the end. Hope this is ok.

Here you go, hope you like it! I really liked this prompt and as I was writing I realised I’d like to make this three parts, So if you’re interested in that, let me know. Either way, I really hope you enjoy this 🤠✌🏻

She Better Think Twice

Word Count - 1393

Angst/Fluff

John seems to be interested in having you all to himself, and he’s not too happy about the idea of sharing you with your closest friend George? Why can’t you have both?

You had come to realise that being on a film set was an otherworldly experience. Lights and microphones and cables and cameras seemed so out of place in the dreamy, snowy landscapes of the Austrian alps. The boys didn’t seem to notice - they were perfectly natural both in front of the camera, and hiding behind it, rolling snowballs to throw at one another.

They were shooting a scene which involved the boys playing ‘Ticket to Ride’, a wonderful song by John, you thought. That said, you thought that about all of Johns songs. The man was a genius, one of the cleverest people you’d had the pleasure to meet, and charming to boot. He was seemingly perfect; funny, talented, a killer smile - God how you loved his smile, warm enough to melt the snow on the mountains themselves.

The four boys were arranged around a piano, John was working the camera, banging away at the grand piano perched on the icy ground. Paul sat shivering at the foot of it, despite being up nice and cosy. An excuse for him to break out his infamous pout, really. Ringo was stood having the time of his life - Most likely stoned, you mused. It was George that caught your eye though. He was tapping away to the rhythm of the song, but something on his face gave him away. He looked downtrodden, the smile on his face wasn’t real. You know what his real smile was like, when his teeth poked out and a small dimple appeared in his left cheek. He was generally quiet and reserved, but you liked to think you had a special bond, knowing each other longer than you had the others. You found solace in each other, you were both shy and indifferent, but fiercely loyal and deeply introspective. You both enjoyed quiet nights in, and you cherished your memories of being curled up on a sofa together while the boys were out getting drunk and chasing girls, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder as he strummed his guitar and you enjoyed a good book.

I think I’m gonna be sad, I think it’s today

You didn’t like the thought of George being unhappy. As soon as Dick Lester called cut, you made your way over with the make-up ladies, who were armed with sponges and wipes and such. You grabbed a comb, just to be helpful. The artists were known to be rather irate, easily inconvenienced and rude.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you felt a head rest on your shoulder. You turned round only to be met by John Lennon, who was looking up at you with mischievous eyes and a soft grin. “Excuse me miss, would you do me the pleasure of making me beautiful?’ He fluttered his eyelashes dramatically and pouted. You laughed at him and reached up to the comb through his fringe, so the brown hair fell shaggy in his eyes. ‘It seems to be a lost cause darling’ you teased, and he pulled back, gasping with offence…. Though his grip on your waist never loosened.

‘Y/N love, you hurt me,’ he sighed, shaking his head.

‘Come on Lennon, you’ve got thick skin. Or is it a thick skull…’

‘Hey now darling,’ Your hand fell to rest on top of his resting against your stomach. ‘Keep on like this and people will start to think you don’t like me after all.’ He pressed against you and you were so close you could feel him behind you, strong and safe, protecting you from the wind. ‘Besides,’ He smirked, edging his face closer to yours, ‘Prettiest bird in the world should be able to fix this mess.’

You stuttered, feeling as though he had backed you into a corner. You were normally capable of matching John, teasing and flirting relentlessly, but more and more you found yourself helpless - lost for words and red in the face.

‘So what did you think’ he said, releasing his grip on your waist. You hopped up onto the piano, sitting in the same position George had been. He stood between your legs and rested his hands on your thighs, earnestly waiting for your reply. For all his bravado, you knew your opinion mattered to him. ‘It’s great! Really great…’ You gushed, catching sight of George stood in the distance, a fussy artist poking at his cheekbones with a sponge. He still seemed down, disinterested with whatever antics Ringo and Paul were getting into. The make up artist pushed his head, and so he was facing you and your eyes met, but the contact was too much and he quickly turned away.

‘…Really great??’ John prompted, desperately trying to squeeze you for more praise, but George had distracted you. You saw the artist try to push his face again, but he stood firm, raising his hand. You leaned forward to try and see what he was saying, but to no avail, and suddenly he walked away. John had turned around to follow your line of sight, catching George’s retreating figure.

The girl that’s driving me mad is going away.

‘Ah,’ John said. ‘Great.’ He dragged the word out scathingly, repeating what you had previously said, but his tone was wildly different to how yours had been. His eyes were narrowed, and he took a few steps back.

Worried you had lost him, your hand flew to his shoulder, trying to pull him back, but you could feel him resisting. ‘It’s really great. I’m excited to see how the film turns out - you’ve all been marvellous from what I can see,’ you smiled honestly. That seemed to settle him, and the grin returned to his face, but there still seemed to be some intangible distance between you.

George was still on your mind, his disinterested facade and the way he so sternly avoided your gaze. You were overwhelmed with concern for him and before you could stop yourself, you blurted ‘All that said, I’m worried,’

‘Whats there to worry about love? This is the strongest album yet, and Dick knows what he’s doing, it’s worked before. Yeah, yeah, I mean maybe Paul’s taking it a little too far with the funny fags but-’

‘It’s not Paul I’m worried about.’ You said simply. Silence fell over you two suddenly. His smile dropped and the cold seeped its way under your skin. ‘Let me guess. Good old Georgie.’ He scoffed. You felt a protective burn deep within you. Despite his soft touches and sweet words, John had teeth, and they were sharp, and you could never tell when he was going to bite, nor why.

‘Yes George. What’s so wrong with that? He’s your friend, he’s obviously not himself. He’s one of my closest friends, you can’t blame me for caring about him!’ You snapped. You couldn’t control the shake in your voice. John laughed, but there was no joy in the sound. His eyes narrowed and you could feel the intensity radiating from him. You felt vulnerable, as if you were on trial.

‘A friend. Hmm. Just like we’re friends?’ He leaned down so his mouth was at your ear, the feeling of his breath on your neck driving you insane. ‘Or does he get more?’

You pushed him away, seething. ‘I honestly don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you sometimes. I’m just trying to be a good person.’ Your eyes were beginning to fill with tears whilst he rolled his dramatically. ‘Good Person? I’m doing my best for you and he frowns once and you go running.’ He spat.

She’s got a ticket to ride

A tear rolled down your cheek as your hands began to shake. ‘I don’t know what you want from me.’ And with that you jumped down from the piano, trudging forcefully away from him.

‘Y’know I just thought,’ he began to shout after you, And you could’ve screamed. Why was he so damn persistent, so damn argumentative, so damn awful sometimes? He’d torn you up and spat you back out. And in the snowy, dreamy backdrop of the Austrian alps, you turned your head and condemned him, turning your head slightly to bite, ‘y’know John, seeing as I’m not a good person, I really don’t give a fuck what you ‘think!’

And she don’t care.

#the beatles x reader #the beatles imagine #yoooo wtf #i loved doing this #having the time of my life #john lennon x reader #john lennon #george harrison x reader #george harrison #help! movie #help! #ticket to ride #angsty #paul mccartney x reader

[mccartneysbass]

mess around

pairing: george harrison x reader

word count: 2.1k im trash who never edits,,,,sorry,,

request: Could you do a fic where the reader has known the boys for ages and George really likes her but doesn't know what to do so he asks the boys for help but there more of a pain then a help but it ends with George and reader getting together . Hope this is ok

Liverpool, 1952

Having recently moved to Liverpool, you decided that going to the nearby store would be an easy task. ‘What could go wrong? It was just a short walk’ Well that’s what you thought at first, now you were currently wandering around, every minute that passed you began to panic. You were sure that you were never going to find your home and were going to be stuck wandering the streets forever lost.

“Oi, you lost?” You heard someone yell out. You looked around trying to find the source of the voice until finally laying eyes on a boy roughly your age with a scowl on his face.

“You’ve passed my house 6 times. You lost?” His voice seemed to soften but the scowl remained on his face.

“Uh, yes,” you said taken by surprise, “I just moved here. I thought I knew where I was going but I think I took a wrong turn and no—” you nervously babbled on.

“Do you know your address, maybe I can help you out?”

“Yes, I think it's on Monkswell Drive? Maybe it was road? I know it was on Monkswell,” you replied hopeful that he would you.

“Ah, I see. You’re in the right area. It is just a block over,” he said nodding.

“I’ll walk you over. I’m George. So you said you just moved here?” He continued on while giving you a slight smile. It was then that you realized that he was cute, the dark hair and intense eyes made your heart skip a beat.

**

It was the morning of the first day of school and you found yourself trudging along anxious and lost in thought. You didn’t see the boys in front of you had made an abrupt stop and subsequently rammed into him. He stumbled forward taken aback by the sudden interaction, while you ended up on the ground hissing at the pain.

The boy quickly went over to you and helped you get up, “I’m sorry about that, are you okay?”

“YN?” You looked over to his friend and realized that it was George, you could feel a small blush spread across your face.

“Hello, George. I’m sorry, I got distracted in my thoughts,” you said to the boy next to George.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m used to people falling for me,” he said,  his grin taking over his face. You giggled in response to his cheesy pickup line which had earned an elbowing from George.

“Ignore Paul, he fancies himself way too much. You lost again, YN?”

“I’m not but even if I wasn’t I have you to guide me,” you said smiling at him. You could see his usual serious face lighten and crack a smile, “Yeah, yeah. Walk with us to school.”

“So YN, tell me more about yourself,” Paul singsonged as he placed an arm around your shoulder. George who placed himself on the other side of you only rolled his eyes and pushed his arm off of you.

London, January 1964

“Can we hurry this up? YN is going to be here soon for lunch,”

“We know George, you can’t bear to be apart from them for so long,” John mocked him.

“It's obvious you like them, why haven’t you asked them out?” Ringo piped in.

“He’s afraid of getting rejected.” Paul continued with the others. Though that one struck way too close to George, he was afraid of ruining your friendship. He was sure though that you felt the same way about him but there was always that lingering doubt, what if had been reading too much into things?

“Yes, I like them a lot, okay? I just, don’t know how to tell them,” he said frustrated with the situation.

“Oi, that’s what we're here for. We will make sure the two of you get together.” John puffed out.

Attempt #1

John absentmindedly shuffled the cards in his hand, “Listen here Georgie, your wise and handsome mentor is speaking. All you have to make them jealous, then you confess to them,”

George nodded, already planning how to go about it.

**

George had invited you to come on set and play a small role in their first film. You were excited, you could have never imagined ever being on a movie set let alone actually act in one. Upon arriving you were immediately swooped in hair and makeup and met your co-star for the scene, Pattie Boyd. You had seen her pictures in magazines and were taken aback by just how much prettier she was in person.

When the time came for the scene, both of you giggled and played the role of awe-struck teenagers. After every take, George would slink up to Pattie and ignore your every comment.

With every look, George sent Pattie it was like a knife twisting in your gut. It left a sour taste in your mouth. They were both gorgeous people, of course, they would find each other, you couldn’t bear it any longer and decided to wander around the set in hopes of a distraction.

“YN?” You heard a familiar voice call out.

“Neil?” You said excitedly, having not seen your friend for the past months, he was one of your oldest friends alongside George and Paul. Neil had been running all over the place doing errands and filing paperwork that you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up with him these past months.

“What are you doing over here YN? I thought you would be with George and the others?”

“Just thought I would explore the set, distract myself for a bit. Er— George is a bit busy with his latest catch of the week,” you said bitterly.

Neil was about to respond when George jogged up to the both of you, “I have been looking for you YN! Did you get lost?”

“I’m surprised you even noticed I left. Actually, Neil and I were just leaving to get lunch, have fun with Pattie.” You said dismissively while grabbing Neil’s arm and pulling him away; leaving George confused and distressed that his plan didn’t work as he had imagined.

Attempt #2

“YN, loves flowers right? In the movies they always shower them with flowers, it always gets them.” Ringo said in between drags of his cigarette.

“Ringo, you’re a genius I’m going to call the florist right now,”

Calling the nearest florist to your work George ordered the most extravagant set of bouquets to be delivered to your office.

**

“Is this supposed to be an ominous threat, Harrison? Out of everything in the whole world you send me chrysanthemums? Really?” You all but yelled into the phone, you were sniffling and your eyes were watering so much that it seemed like you were crying.

“What do you mean, YN?”

“The flowers, you know -achoo- the only thing on this earth - achoo- that I’m allergic too,” you said in-between sneezes.

“I told them to specifically not include those,” he bemoaned.

“Yeah well, I think you got your messages crossed because that’s the only thing they sent,” you sniffled out.

Attempt #3

“Girls are usually all over me, I never have to do much,” Paul dismissed George’s inquiry, which only earned him a silent glare.

“You could write them a song,” he mulled.

“Wow, I can’t believe I never thought of that. It is not like there are several other songs I have written about them,” he said tapping Paul’s head.

“Well make sure you take them to dinner, you know romantic. Then whip out your guitar and sing it to her,” he replied swatting George’s arm away, “and after you could always whip something else out Georgie, they would love that,” Paul snickered out.

**

George had called you over to his place for dinner, “Are you sure you’re not going to try to murder me with some more chrysanthemums?” You teased him. It had been a couple days after the incident and your horrible case of hay fever had finally calmed down.

“No, no. I have something I want to show you and I have food as well.”

“Ooo all you had to say was food.” You eagerly responded.

“Is that all I am to you YN? A means to get food?”

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way Geo,” you teased lightly.

**

George had gone way out for the dinner that night. You had thought it was it was going to be one of your usual lazy dinner nights but he had cleaned up his flat and had set candles everywhere.

“Am I at the right apartment?” You questioned, unsure of what was happening. He was dressed amazingly as always, you never could understand how he made anything work. He went the whole way and even pulled out your chair, “Are you okay Geo?”

“Is it wrong that I want to treat you every once in a while?” He quickly responded. Conversation throughout dinner had flowed as usual, from reminiscing about your shared childhood to the events that happened at work or the studio. Once you had finished eating he ushered you over to the sofa. He turned around hastily and accidentally knocked over one of the many candles he had set; it went unnoticed by you and George.

“I wrote this song thinking about a certain person and I want you to be the first one to listen to it,” George explained while fixing his grasp on the guitar.

“It is on fire.” You said mouth agape.

“I haven’t started but thank you,” he retorted.

“No, the table is on fire,” you exclaimed, getting out of your seat on the sofa and searching for some water or anything really to put it out. After minutes of you and George scrambling around trying to put out the fire the two of you just played on the sofa laughing about the entire situation.

“This is a missed opportunity I could have had one of the firemen carry me out.” You ruefully muttered, a laugh threatening to fall from your lips.

London, July 1964

George stood exasperated with not only himself but with the others as well. For months he had been trying to tell YN how he felt about them but every time he tried something went wrong or it ended up being interrupted.

“I think I’m going to give up,” George dejectedly mused. Both Paul and John cried out:

“No, you can’t give up!”

“I’ve got money on this George.”

Ringo stayed quiet as he looked to where you had entered the studio, the others unaware of your presence. You were visiting George over at EMI studios for your daily lunch rendezvous, you had moved along with him and found yourself a job in the city not far from where George worked. For the most part, you made lunch for the both of you and went over to the park by the studio to eat, and on some occasions, you went out to a local cafe. Work was a bit slow today so you decided to break for lunch a bit earlier than usual, which was how you found yourself overhearing George’s confession.

“Every time I try it just gets worse. At this point they probably hate me. I wish it was easy to go up to them and just say: YN, ever since you got lost back in Liverpool you found your way into my heart and I have been an idiot to not realize that I have loved you.” Upon hearing his confession you dropped the bag containing lunch you had prepared for the both of you.

“Is that why you have been acting so strange the last couple of months?” You said shocked. George turned a shade whiter at the realization you had just heard his confession, thoughts swirled around his head and he could hear his heartbeat in his head. You worriedly moved closer to him seeing at how pale he had gotten, “Georgie?”

Feeling your hand on his forehead he snapped out of it and grabbed your hand, “Yes. Everything I said was true and I would shout it from the rooftops for you,” “Please don’t, considering your track these past months you would fall off. You didn’t have to go through all those schemes, you could have just told me,”

“And would you have said?” He said leaning into you.

You could feel his breath on you, “Yes.” At your response he pulled you into a kiss, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head pulling you deeper into the kiss.

#george harrison x reader #beatles x reader #george harrison imagine #beatles imagine #my writing #request #whhhaat im actually posting?? shooketh #i neglect this writing sideblog a lot im sorry :(

[givemequeen]

below the cut is everything that is currently in my inbox:

the first one (at the top) is the one i am currently working on, thanks for your patience.

also, things that are crossed out are my words

Roger Taylor x reader x john lennon threesome smut

imagine each beatle reacting to their girlfriend licking an ice cream cone with out realizing how suggestive it looks

PLEASE do more devil john lennon! (p≧w≦q)

Hi! Could you do me a favour and write me some Brian May fluff? I'm on my period and it's rough! Thank you, love your blog :)

fluff 19,29,38 smut 7,23,38 george being dominant in the studio with his girlfriend (sorry i couldn't pick you can choose what ever ones you want

Let me just say the writing in 'I want to see you' was so good like it was genuninley too much for my little heart to handle. I was wondering (if you're comfortable with it) if you could do a smutty part two, it's fine if not I know you get a lot of requests but you're soooooo good at writing and I hope you doing well with life in general x

perhaps a smut one shot about the reader and shy, kinda sub george doing it for the first time in a hotel after prom?

really going through it right now and need some comfort. could i request a fluffy thing with john or george about the reader being insecure about her bisexuality cause her parents don’t support her about it and one of them comforting her through it? 🥺

Love I'm sick, well I'm lactose intolerant and my stomach is really upset so how about Geo helping reader out and making them feel better and maybe Geo then makes the decision to not have any dairy in tho flat even tho that's hard for him to say because we know he loves his food🦙🖤

hewwo! how are you? could you please write about beatle!reader in 1965 being with the boys while filming help! especially the scene where they sing another girl and they goof around and then like paul and reader accidentally kiss each other but then they kiss more which means they love each other💖💖

Hi I absolutely love your fics!!! 💛💛 May I request one where john and reader have been flirting for so long which climaxes during the shea stadium tour and reader gets really flustered seeing john all sweaty and enjoying himself while john gets really horny seeing reader enjoying their show and they just go at it right after the concert ;))

could i please request a george oneshot where the reader is a photographer and she goes to take photos of the beatles and george is just immediately taken by her and spends the whole day trying to get her attention and she very much likes him too (very much paul/linda kind of scenario). perhaps including prompt 14 “I don’t think I’ve ever been this…happy. It’s an odd feeling.” :)))

um hi, I broke up with my boyfriend because i'm really not feeling the most mentally stable and he really didn't take it well. I was just wondering if you could cheer me up with anything. Thanks.

Okay but like a John x teen!reader where she's like a little sis to him and he notices how she has bruise's on her and he naturally asks her where it's from and she doesn't say anything and then her remembered that her dad is an asshole and he puts 2 and 2 together and makes her move in with him and mimi🌺 sorry that was a lot

hii idk if you're comfortable with it but could u write something about 80s george?

first time with teddy boy george ?

write reader riding teddy boy george 😳😳

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?

Hey!! been following you for a while! Can i request an imagine about you dating paul and being with him through the breakup of the band, and him being very sad and depressed and you barely talk, barely have sex, barely laugh until he realises how you must have been feeling and he apologises ;) wink wink thank you so much! love your blog!

Hey love! When u have time, could you write maybe a John Lennon x fem! reader headcanon what would John be like in bed? I love ur posts!

do ya think, you could maybe do a george x reader where the reader and george babysit baby julian since john wasn't always there for him? lots of fluff, george is good with kids and the reader's heart explodes

Could you do hc for george when fem!reader comes out as bi or LBGTQ+ ?

Could i request a fluffy shot of beatle!reader coming out as bi-sexual and she’s super nervous because be LBGTQ+ can get you in jail at the time and the guys are like, “we know”

Okay but imagine the reader is a model and she is a love interest for george and george questions bruises on her wrists. She tell him that it’s her boyfriend and later she is a love interest for george in a film. She had just broken up with her boyfriend so baby boy george shoots his shot. (Probably angst and maybe smut ;) )

After the Shea Stadium concert Paul, who is all sweaty hugs you from behind, you protest and tell him to take a shower, but he start kissing your neck and running his hands under your dress. You can't resist anymore and let Paul fuck you in the dressing room.

Can you write something smutty for George?

Hi, I love your blog❤️❤️also can I have a smutty Ringo where where at his house and admits his feelings to the reader and then dirty things start happening. Hope you have a great day❤️🌹

can you do a one shot of the reader and george just before the beatles get famous in like 1962 and he’s telling her he’ll never leave her even if they do get big, please? love ur writing!

can you do a one shot of the reader and george just before the beatles get famous in like 1962 and he’s telling her he’ll never leave her even if they do get big, please? love ur writing!

Can you do a short fic about the reader having short curly hair and the react of the boys about it?

Hi can you do a imagine where 1961 Paul takes your virginity? Plz

idk why but I’ve been crazy about the idea of Ringo like bending you over and fucking you with his drumsticks idk, I need it plzzz

Hi could you do a imagine where you going to Disney with the Beatles and Ringo is all happy and excited and you start singing songs with him like Once Upon A Dream plz!

i know you have a lot of requests, but maybe some ringo fluff because there's not much of it? maybe ringo and reader go ice skating? you're my favorite writer on tumblr 👀

Can I request a ringo x fem reader smut? how bout one where they’re staying at Ringo’s childhood home with his family and they’re staying in his room and come night time, they get it on but try to stay relatively low key (cos they’re in his tiny childhood room in his parents house lmao) and then next day his family makes a cheeky comment, leaving them blushing and wondering if they heard everything 😝😳

Teddy Paul x square reader

Could i request a fic where Paul and the reader are listening Elvis records and he ask her to dance with him?

can you do an imagine about george and his wife/girlfriend being new parents and being all sweet with their baby just fluffy stuff :) btw love your blog, you’re so dedicated!!

could you do an imagine where the readers basically paul’s side chick behind janes back? and maybe in the end they both leave paul to be together ((sorry i’m a sucker for wlw))

Ok so your concept and writting for the Harry Potter Beatles au was amazing! Could I request of fic of that same scenario? Like the boys all have to take polyjuice potion to look like George and reader’s helping them with their plan but also being really blushy because they all look like Geo (whom she has a small crush on) and maybe the other lads use this as an opportunity to bring the two closer together. Thanks :)

idea (you can pick any beatle boy you want) you're in a conference room with your boyfriend and there's about to be a meeting and you notice how hard he is and you're not wearing panties so literal seconds before the others come into the room you just sit down on him and he has to keep his composure while he's deep inside you

Could you please write one where the reader is Paul’s love interest in Help and George has a major crush on her. Paul and Reader have to kiss in the movie and George is upset and ignored reader until the after party of the premier where she confronts him and they have sex. Thank you

Could you do beatles headcannons for the boys dating a model?

Could you do a smut fic with Teddy Paul where is the reader's birthday?

Reader and teddy boy John are best friends (could be in a relationship if you want) and the reader is fed up with how things are at home so she walks out after an argument or something and goes to see John and he’s basically just there for her and cheers her up and they have a good ol’ time jammin to records or he shows her a new song he’s learnt on guitar

Modern day teaching the Beatles how to do the renegade

I loved your modern George x reader could you do one with Paul too?

Can i request a imagine with the Beatles and Brian Epstein? I think Brian deserve some love.

Hi can you do an imagine with teddy boy Paul based on Summer Nights from Grease? Thanks.

heyy!! i've only just joined tumblr and ive found your account and i love it :)) do you think that you could do a ringo smut please i would be so grateful

Hi! um, Can you please do a POC! reader with Paul?..

Could I request a modern teddy boy!beatles were the reader has a soft grunge aesthetic and is a sweetheart and she ends up dating George cause he is a year older and the boys tease them? Maybe smut 😳

Could you do a Paul fic where is the reader's birthday and they go out for a romantic dinner ?

I don't usually ask but may I have a John x McCartney reader? And The reader is scared of John ,but deep down she has a crush on her, and John teases her about her beening scared of him.(Alsoifitisokaycanthereaderhaveglassesand beshort?)-Admin.

Could you maybe do something with dom!paul x reader?

Can I get some Ringo fluff?? Like something to do with kids, having them or taking care of them etc.?

Can I request a ringo imagine where he takes her out to a fancy tea place and treats her to a sweet girly time having cakes and sandwiches and tea and stuff and she is just so in love with him and how sweet he is and then can later that night ringo wants to be intimate (they have been before) but he’s shy about it and they get it on :’)

Can I request an angsty ringo imagine where ringo and reader have been friends and they both liked each other a lot but never have been able to admit they’re feelings for eachother and so reader dates around, and none of them are good, and ringo sees her out with some guy and he gets so upset seeing her with another man and so ringo sort of fake flirts with other girls at the club and reader gets upset n so they get together in the end and make love lol

Could you please please please do a Paul and virgin reader fic?

A cute imagine with Beatle!Assistant with dyslexia and she’s working on some files and a beatle (preferably George) helps her with the grammer and he’s making her feel not embarrassed about it and is like kissing her on the cheek (basically them being all cute and stuff) ps I LOVE your writing ❤️

Could you do a John x reader (maybe a late 70s john) were he as conflicted feelings for the reader but he is with Yoko but one day he sees her and tells her how he feels and they end up together and it ends all fluffy and stuff

can i request a reader (preferably male but gender neutral if you’re uncomfortable with writing a mlm fic)gushing over how cute honey pie (the song is) to paul and then he starts calling paul his honey pie and paul attacks his face w kisses?? very fluffy becuz.... well... it’s fluff... thank you!!

'65-66 ish soulmate au with john?? he hasn't had his turn at one yet I don't think--

omg could u do a highschool john x reader where the reader is like such a goody goody and they never rlly cross paths until one day john gets in trouble for smthg he didnt do and like idk the reader knows it wasnt him cuz she saw who acc did it and so she defends him and the teacher believes her cuz shes a good kid and then john just never leaves her alone cuz she saved him and hes like obsessed w her and she doesnt fall for it at first cuz hes a teddy boy but hes just so sweet she caves in🥰

Could you do smut with teddy boy!george and maybe Paul your older brother walks in a causes a scene cause he’s a drama queen👀😳😳😳

umm can I please uh request a John and reader smut? Just filth where the reader is really submissive and they like fuck over a desk or she’s on the kitchen counter and it’s rough but v hot??

hii can i request a teddy boy georgie x reader where theyre neighbours or smthg and they grew up tg like they were always close but since george joined the quarrymen a few years ago they havent been hanging out as much (only see eachother at school) but then one day george goes full teddy boy mode and the reader thinks hes changing and tryna be a badboy like john or smthg but rlly hes still the sweet george she knows and loves but now he has the confidence to tell her how he feels heehee :)))

early 1970s john deacon smut/fluff please heh, sub john oop

could you do a oneshot of teddy!george fucking you whilst his parents are home?? btw love your writing and dedication :)

Can you do a reeeeeally dirty and hard smut? With 70's John and a younger reader. Please :) But like, REALLY rough John

HI! i know youre probably busy, but can you please make a oneshot about respected POC! reader and her mini band singing "in spite of all the danger" in the cavern, and teddy boy ringo with his cute lil beard catching the eyes of the reader?? thank you so much!!!

#requests #what im working on #the beatles x reader

[britishchick09]

Magical Tipsy Tour: A Beatles Fic

ladies and gentlemen... my first beatles fic! this idea came to me in a dream and it was so funny that i thought, “why not write it?” and thus, a new fic series was born! this took a day to write (march 17th to the 18th) and it was incredibly fun to write. enjoy my first foray into the world of beatlemania! :D

when john and ringo come home drunk af, paul and george must find a way to keep them (mostly) sober for the concert. will it work?

Paui fiddled with his guitar, a new tune flashing through his mind faster than he could play it. Through the sounds of his instrument, he heard something odd.

Silence.

George was taking a much-needed nap in the bedroom while Cynthia and Julian- John’s wife and baby son who lived in the other (much bigger and nicer) room- had recently departed for a two week long vacation. Ringo was probably doing something downstairs and John-

Where was he?

Paul frowned. With John around, the flat was rarely silent. The only blissful time was eight at night and later, when Julian went to bed (and even then it wasn’t silent sometimes).

As Paul looked around in confusion, George walked by.

“Have you seen John around?” Paul asked him.

“I dunno,” George yawned and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Went out, I think.”

“’Went out’? When?”

“What time did I crash?”

“Um… around five or so?”

“So he’s been gone that long, then.”

Paul’s eyes widened. “He’s been gone for almost five hours?”

“Oh, he has? In the words of John himself, ‘Oh shoot!’ The uncensored version, of course.”

“He better come home soon or he’ll hear the uncensored version from me.”

Not even a moment later, the door burst open.

“John!” Paul exclaimed as he rose from his chair. “There you are! Where the hell have you- Ringo?!?!”

“’Ello.” Ringo said through a chuckle.

“Were you out with him, too?” George inquired.

“Oot in a boot in Canadaaaa!”

Ringo skipped by, causing George to frown.

“Does he normally do that?” he asked.

Paul shook his head. “No, I-”

“Hello, you beautiful stranger!” John said in a high voice, cupping Paul’s face in his hands.

He kissed his mate on the lips, causing Paul’s eyes to widen in absolute shock and horror. John ran away with a laugh.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Paul blinked and took a breath to regain what little composure he had. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I need to scream.” he said quietly before rushing out of the apartment.

George walked backwards until his back touched the wall. All he could do was watch as John and Ringo skipped and chattered like madmen.

“What’s gotten into you two?” George asked them.

“Probably a girl.” Ringo said.

He and John burst out into schoolgirl-like giggles and they ran down the hallway.

Paul returned a couple minutes later and said, “If there’s anything I learned from that… ungodly kiss, it’s that-”

“John secretly loves you and is now confessing his feelings after six years of seemingly mutual friendship?” George asked.

“Oh god, I hope not! I think John’s been out drinking!”

“How do you know?”

“Does the strong taste of wine, beer and maybe whiskey on his breath tell anything?”

“What about Ringo?”

“If I had to guess, he’s probably been doing the same thing. I hope he didn’t waste himself like John, but you never know with him.”

“Is there anything we can do about-” George stopped as John let out a laugh mixed with a scream in one of the other rooms. “That?”

“All we can do is wait and-” Paul slapped a hand on his forehead. “Shoot! We have a concert tomorrow!”

“So?”

“So those mad lads will probably have massive hangovers before it starts. John especially.”

“Playing with a hangover? That’s rough.”

“It sure is. They’ll probably crash any minute now and maybe the effects will mellow down by the time of the concert. …Hopefully.”

...

 Much to Paul’s dismay, John and Ringo didn’t mellow down. The drunkards were noisy almost all night. Ringo banged on his drums while John screamed their songs, botching many of the lyrics. He was finishing ‘Twist and Shout’ when someone knocked on the door.

Paul stumbled out of the room he shared with George (and sober Ringo). He tied his robe before answering the door.

“No, I’m not giving out autographs.” he said sleepily.

“But you will settle down in here!” a woman snapped. “I can hardly sleep with all this ruckus!”

“You’re telling me,” Paul muttered with a sigh before telling the woman, “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll take care of it.”

After the woman left and Paul locked the door, he stormed into John’s room, where the drunkards were still singing away.

“Can you lads quiet down a little?” Paul asked.

John and Ringo ignored him.

“Excuse me?”

John continued to scream,

“’She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah,

She loved me, ooh, yeah, yah,

She love meeeeeee-‘”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Paul yelled.

John stopped singing and Ringo stared at him.

“Go to bed, why don’t you?” Paul asked in a much quieter voice.

“’Mkay.” Ringo said before slamming his head on his drum set and instantly falling asleep.

John grinned at the sight of Paul and dashed over to him. “Come over here and kiss me, pretty boy!”

“I think we already did that, thanks.” Paul said, turning his face away.

John managed to kiss Paul’s cheek and giggled.

“Are you happy now?” Paul asked. “Will you finally go to bed?”

“Not until we dance the night away, if you know what I mean.” John replied, his words slurring together.

“I don’t think I want to know what that me- woah!”

Paul was swept away by John, who grabbed him and began whisking him through the room.

“Play us a tune, Rongles.” John told Ringo, who snored.

Paul noticed George standing by the doorway and reached out to him. “George, help me!”

“I’m callin’ him ‘Rongles’ now.” George said before walking away.

“Oh, for cripes’ sake! John, I-”

“Yes, I do wanna marry you!” John exclaimed. He and Paul fell onto the bed.

“Let’s kiss the bri-”

Paul jumped up and backed away. “Go to bed now.” he ordered menacingly.

He slammed the door and John simply shrugged the comment off.

George returned to bed a couple minutes later, where Paul was brooding.

“Thanks for the help, George.” he said.

“You’re quite welcome.” George replied.

Paul groaned and stuffed his face in his pillow as John’s singing started up again.

...

The next morning was full of renewed energy.

Paul, however, was not.

“Sleep well?” George asked.

Paul glared at him, putting his unkempt hair and dark circles under his eyes into full view. “Does it fucking look like I fucking did?”

“…I’m gonna take that as a no, then.”

Paul ran a hand through his hair as he asked, “How are John and Ringo?”

“Ringo’s still sleeping and your boyfriend’s in the bathroom.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

George smiled. “I saw your little dance last night.”

Paul rolled his eyes and went to John’s room. He peeked inside, seeing Ringo fast asleep by his drums. He gave his friend a gentle nudge.

“Wake up, Ringo. It’s morn- Ow!”

Suddenly wide awake, Ringo had sat up with a start, smacking Paul in the face with one of his drumsticks.

“The walrus was Paul all along!” Ringo exclaimed.

“…I don’t think I’m a walrus.” Paul said with a confused blink.

“What if I’m the egg man?” Ringo gasped. “Or… we’re the egg men! You think I’m the walrus? Or maybe it’s still you?”

“I… I don’t- Sure. Make me the walrus. Whatever the heck that means.”

Ringo smiled. “Oh, good! You make wonderful mashed potatoes, by the way.”

“…Thank you…? Speaking of John, do you know where he-”

“HELLO!” John yelled, busting the bathroom door open.

“Oh, dear god, here we go,” Paul muttered before turning around to face his friend. “Good morning, John! Please don’t kiss me again.”

“Why would I kiss you?” John asked. “We’re married! Married people do more than just that…”

Paul quickly walked out of the room and rushed back to the other room, John following him like a puppy. He told his drunken friend, “How about we have a nice, uh… couples breakfast together?”

He cringed somewhat at the idea of him and John as a couple, but John seemed to love it. He practically skipped to the dining area, where he and Paul shared a breakfast of eggs, toast and waffles. John tried to mimic the spaghetti scene in ‘Lady and the Tramp’ more than once, but Paul wouldn’t allow it.

“Go get dressed,” Paul told him. “I-”

“Won’t that be fun!” John exclaimed, gripping Paul’s hand.

Paul jerked his hand away. “Go get dressed with Ringo, why don’t you?”

“But he’s not my husband-”

“Yeah, and I’m not either. So go.”

John lowered his head and trudged to his room, accidentally slamming his head into the wall at one point.

Paul sighed as he asked George, “What are we gonna do about this?”

“Ringo’s alright, I suppose,” George replied. “That extra energy will make his drums better or something.”

“But what about John? We can’t have him screaming on stage.”

“What about ‘Twist and Shout’?”

“Besides that song. If he’s crazy on stage, the fans will notice and the press might spread rumors and- …Well, I don’t want to think about it past that point.”

“I’m sure he’s sober enough now. That long night could’ve tuckered him out a little.”

“Sure tuckered me out,” Paul said with a yawn. “Here’s hoping it goes well.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“The Beatles might become the Drunkles.”

George chuckled at the funny name and smoothed out Paul’s messy hair. “Everything will be alright, Paul. You’ll see.”

...

The concert took place a couple hours later. During the ride there, the driver gave Paul and John funny looks. John kept snuggling up to Paul and fiddling with his hair. Paul ignored it for the most part and kept his gaze out the window, stopping to give John a glare when he pulled too hard.

“They say when a gal pulls a guy’s hair, it means he likes her.” John said in a mix of his usual and high voice.

“…I think it’s the opposite.” George commented quietly.

“It is,” Paul said. “And thank you for that, John. Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome, hubby!” John said, receiving another look from the driver.

They soon arrived at the venue.

“Oh god,” Paul muttered before saying, “Here we go. You ready, lads?”

“Readier than Canadaaaaa!” Ringo exclaimed.

“What is it with drunken you and Canada?” George quietly asked his friend.

Once the four were backstage, Paul took George aside.

“I know this is last minute-”

“Way last minute.” George said.

“-but do you have anything that might help John… relax a little?”

John was happily skipping with Ringo in a circle. Paul was glad no one from the stage crew was around to see it.

“I think so,” George looked through his suit pockets and found a pill, which he gave to Paul. “It’s supposed to relax you.”

Paul took the pill and said, “Nice one. Now I’ll just need to find some water-” He stopped as George handed him a bottle of water. “…How did you fit that inside your pockets?”

“As Ringo says, ‘tomorrow never knows’. You think that would be a good song title?”

“Yeah, it would. Speaking of Ringo, keep him at bay while I tackle John.”

“Don’t do it literally. He might think it’s-”

Paul rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up.” he said, giving his friend a teasing smile.

He went over to John, who gave him a big hug.

“Hello, hubby!” he said cheerfully.

“First of all, don’t call me that. Secondly, take this.” Paul handed John the pill.

“Ooh, what is it?”

“Just a relaxing pill,” Paul frowned at John’s wink. “Not for whatever the hell you’re thinking of! Take it and-”

“We’ll go out on a date? I suggest the lake- Ooh! With a rose garden and-”

“-and we’ll get the show started. I can’t guarantee the date will happen.”

The Beatles’ manager, Brian, appeared backstage a minute later.

“You’re on in five minutes,” he said. “I- Ringo, what are you doing?”

Ringo stopped hitting his head with his drumsticks. “Exercise.”

Brian looked at the others.

“It’s not really his day today.” George said softly.

Five minutes later, the announcer said, “Ladies and gentleman… The Beatles!”

Almost earsplitting screams could be heard from past the curtain.

“Well, here goes nothing.” Paul muttered with a sigh.

To his amazement, the concert went just as planned. John only got drunkenly hyper during ‘Twist and Shout’ and messed up a couple verses, but no one noticed thorough the crowd’s screams. Ringo was more energetic than usual and pounded on the drums but it also went unnoticed. Overall, the performance was a success.

“My god, we did it!” Paul exclaimed through the applause once they were all backstage.

John gave Paul a kiss on the cheek, which Paul didn’t mind this time due to his immense relief.

“What did I tell you?” George asked.

“You said everything would be alright.” Paul told him.

“And it was!”

Paul laughed. “I guess them being drunk wasn’t too bad after all!” He frowned and dodged John, who wanted to kiss him on the lips again. “…Mostly.”

...

The four kept up their joyful spirits throughout the ride back to the flat.

But that all went away as soon as John and Ringo stepped inside.

“Lads… I don’t think I feel too well.” Ringo said.

“Same here,” John agreed. “I feel like I’m gonna-”

“Don’t say it. I know, too!”

John and Ringo rushed to the bathroom.

“Who do you think is using the sink?” George asked. “Can’t brush my teeth tonight without it.”

“Probably neither. Knowing John, he’s probably using the shower,” Paul shook his head with a smile. “I’m glad this is all over with.”

“I am, too. You think John would mind if we used the bathroom in him and Cynthia’s room?”

“Probably. I’ll use it just to spite him.”

“Even though he feels awful right now?”

Paul laughed. “He deserves it after snogging me in the kisser!”

“And it sure was a snog.” George muttered to himself.

A few minutes later, Ringo groaned softly as he snuggled into a sofa pillow.

“Are you feeling alright?” George asked his friend gently.

“I feel like I went on a submarine,” Ringo replied. “It was yellow and I think we stopped at a garden with an octopus.”

George soothingly stroked Ringo’s hair. “We all feel like that sometimes, don’t we?”

On the opposite side of the living room, John was groaning loudly, one arm draped over his eyes.

“Bloody hell, what did I do last night?” he asked no one in particular.

“Um… drank three types of alcohol and danced around like a mad man?” Paul guessed.

“Four. It was four types.”

“Really? I only tasted wine, beer and whiskey. What was the other one?”

“How the fuck should I remem-” John stopped and lifted his arm. “How do you know what I had?”

“Oh… let’s just say you may or may not have kissed me for five agonizing seconds last night. And professed your drunken love to me multiple times. And genuinely thought we were married. Did I mention the kiss already?”

John’s eyes widened. “Oh god-”

He cut himself off and ran to the bathroom, his footsteps pounding on the floor.

“Nice to have things back to normal, isn’t it?” George asked with a smile.

Paul smiled back with a nod. “I have to say it sure is!”

#the beatles #fan fic #this was so much fun to write #i feel like i really captured their personalities (even the drunk ones) #it's a lot like my tangled fic in that way #i loved every second of it and i can't wait to write more #off to a new senpai fic i go! :D

[eveningmccartney]

~help! movie highlights

this is like my favorite movie so uH the entire thing is going to be here soooo spoilers :)

- that cut from ahme going 'where is the ring?!??' to the ring on ringo's finger. poetic cinema 

- help! is just a bop and i love it okay even if it makes me emo cause it's john crying out for help and :((((

 - paul boppin with his moptop :,)

- eleanor bron (ahme) is gorgeous o k a y

- 'has anybody looked in the wash basin?' me trying to be helpful

- the h o u s e

- the hecking h o u s e !!!!!!!

- i love their rooms okay

- why does george have a man who mows his lawn carpet with dentures?? we will never know

- the way john steps down onto his bed is somehow really cute to me- also i want john's bed

- paul rising dramatically from the depths of hell while playing the organ

- ringo's scream when ahme bites his finger,,, is he okay fshfhsh 

- paul's fucking eye roll at ringo after rings finally gets his hand free

- 'i thought she was a sandwich till she went spare on my hand' we've all been there

- props to the costume designer for this film honestly all of ahme's costumes are gorgeous 

- george looks so soft when he's sleeping aww

- honestly the 'sleeps with his feet on the pillow' gag is so cheesy but it works so well here and i love it 'cause of course ringo sleeps the wrong way 

- 'what are you doing on the floor?' 'i'm tired'

- john's excessive phone dialling

- george dancing in his bed :)

 - 'hey bea-atle'

- paul looks really good in this scene ngl 

- 'that's not the beatle with the ring!!' 'aren't i?' 'no, unfortunately *giggles*' 

- paul's look after that exchange is an entire mood

- 'what first attracted you to me?' 'well you're very polite aren't you?'

- some quality lennstarr content skjfjdjf 

- 'what're you doing?' 'posting a letter’

- the entire bathroom scene

- 'everyone laughs at ringo's sudden apprehension' george and john: ho ho hO HO HO HO

- b o n g o

- 'boys, are you buzzing?' 'no thanks, i've got the car’

- 'it was you buzzing, you naughty boy-'

- 'will you explain everything when the opportunity presents itself????' 'f l e e'

- it's a  s i t a r

- i love the subtle hints of a hard days night in the soundtrack throughout this movie 

- 'please say no more' 'i can say no more' 'say no more' 'i can say no more-'

- 'why is he not painted red?' 'i've never had the courage to ask him that, but seeing as he's my best friend, i will'

- john: *scoops some soup* what's this? glasses?

- slaughtered jolly with a knife!!!!!!!

- 'what's this?' 'a season ticket, what do ya think it is??' 'oh, i like a lot of seasoning in me soup :)'

- 'there's somebody been in this soup?!?'

- paul saving ringo :,)

- george stealing shit in the background at the jewelry store

- 'the wheel' 'nOt tHe wHeEL’

- 'you can see a lot of the world from the railings :)'

- john gets uncomfortably close to a lot of people in this film skskks 

- paul waving at ringo when his pants drop 

- john's weird ass fighting moves

- ahme's pink outfit!!!!! and matching pink gun!!! we stan!!!!

- paul stop flirting ringo is going to d i e

- oh it's time for my favorite song hHhheY YOU'VE GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY---

- ringo's salty tambourine playing 

- john is so pretty :,)

- so is paul

- and ahme

- this movie is bisexual culture

- paul just bouncing as he plays i'm soft 

- george whistling hhhH he's also v pretty

- they all are woAh

- george just full on passing out at the sight of the needle 

- the super tiny gong ksksks we love a good ol' sight gag

- ahme staring into my soul d a m n

- we love all the fourth wall breaking in this movie

- the exciting adventure of paul on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite scene!!!!!!!!

- john beating the shit out of a guy with a phone

- 'it's me you fool' 'sorry!' 'wELL STOP IT'

- ringo

- just ringo man

- when he gets splashed with red paint and just starts sobbing,,, me too

- them thinking ringo accidentally killed paul skskskks 

- 'ugh i'm all sticky,,, you're all red???'

- john threatening everyone with lamps

- the entirety of the ticket to ride sequence owns my ass

- everyone, while sledding down a hill: hO HO HO HOH HO HOHO HO HO—

- a fiENDISH THINGY!!!!!

- george taking a big ol' chomp out of the symbol

- i wonder if john blows that trumpet like he blows—

- 'only me and paul know we're here?' 'i know we're here??????'

- why are all the songs in this movie absolute bops

- paul and john hardcore gazing at each other during i need you

- paul smiling while singing :,)

- them calling john johnny :,)

- 'come on baby, get up, come on johnny'

- paul just carefully taking the hay off himself skksks

- 'hey cop this- one hand' sick tricks with paul

- john, holding a giant knife: it's just like getting a tooth out :)

- 'it is a relatemmam cademsnem'

- 'b a d  m a c h i n e'

- john's red dress shirt is a l o o k

- was paul actually just going to fucking bite ringo's finger off skskks great plan y'all 

- 'how do you know i wouldn't miss it?' 'well you're a rat underneath aren't ya' i chOKED

- ringo darling i love you but that haircut 

- 'all you have to do is sing beethoven's ode to joy from his ninth symphony in d minor' 'why didn't you think of that you tWIT'

- the beach outfits hH

- paul's ass–

- beepbeepbeepbEEPBEEPBEEP

- paul just whistling for his bike only for it to fall over

- the hard days night background music ugH i love it

- the orange blanket of d o o m

- george just latches onto the back of the car,, okay sticky boy

 - john is so fucking cute what the hECK

- the other beatles willingly letting themselves get hurt if it means ringo stayed safe :,)

- riNGO— riNgO— ringOoOOoO *coughs*

- ringo risking his life for the other boys :,)

- 'hey you're all red again' 'yeah i'm beginning to like it'

- john: *shoves a knife in his mouth and starts dancing with the constable*

well that's that!! hope y'all enjoyed :) (this got really long sorry i just really like this movie skskks)

bonus: - 'i nEED YOU BY GEORGE HARRISON—'

#john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #richard starkey #the beatles #help! #help! the beatles #help! movie

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Surprise? | Paul McCartney x Reader

word count: 1.2k

I’m trash and wrote this during my math class. 

pairings: Paul McCartney x reader, John Lennon x sister!reader

request for paul x john’s sister? and she finds out she’s pregnant, but they haven’t told john about their relationship yet.

Y/N adored her brother, he was the brightness in her childhood. John and Y/N were as close as could be, they comforted each other through the death of their Uncle and the situation with their parents. Throughout the years nothing changed that, Y/N was always beside John being his biggest supporter. When Paul joined the picture, Y/N was a bit miffed that John would now spend more time with him. As a result, Y/N was often cold towards Paul, preferring to make herself scarce when he came around. But true to his name - McCharmley made his way into your heart.

John has somehow convinced you to help out around with the logistics of starting the band. Which meant you had to call up venues and whatnot in order to get them gigs. It was one of those tiring days when Paul saw you and brought you a soda.

“You looked a bit thirsty, you need to take a break before you tire yourself out. I don’t know what we would do without our favorite assistant.” He said with a small smile. From then on you, two began to grow closer, much to the chagrin of your brother. He had explicitly told you not to mess around with any of his mates, he didn’t want to be put in a situation where he would have to pick sides. Which was why you and Paul had decided to keep your relationship under wraps. Poor Ringo was the only other person who knew of your relationship with Paul. He had been sharing a room with Paul and had the misfortune of walking in on the two you going at it. Ringo could not look at you without blushing for a solid month. Both of you had sworn him to secrecy, even bribing him with a new camera.

The boys were off at rehearsal when you found out you were pregnant. It started off innocently enough, feeling sick and the odd cravings. All of which you chalked up to your period starting soon, you always did crave chocolate or sweets when your period was coming. But as the weeks passed and your period didn’t come, you started to worry. Thinking back on the times you slept with Paul, you realized you weren’t as careful as you could have been. After taking several tests and all of them coming back positive you knew you were in for a whirlwind of trouble. 

**

Y/N had gone over to Aunt Mimi’s place in hopes of getting advice on what to do and how to deal with the situation. YN wanted to let Aunt Mimi know of her current situation but knowing Mimi and her old fashioned beliefs it was more likely Y/N would get scorned. Paul would obviously be the next person to tell and from there they would have to face her brother. Which was honestly a nightmare in her mind, she could just imagine the different scenarios all of which did not end well.

Knocking on the door, you contemplated the best way of telling Mimi of your predicament. Would you work around to telling her or just be straight forward with her. Surely enough Mimi opened the door and greeted you warmly, well warm as Mimi could. Walking into your childhood home you just blurted out that you were pregnant. You heard a yell and crash come from the kitchen area, “You’re what?”

“What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at practice” you yelled back at the sound of your brother’s voice.

“It doesn’t matter! I was dropping by to check on Mimi and — I don’t have to explain myself to you. You on the other hand. Who did this to you? I’ll beat him if he doesn’t step up.” Of course, John didn’t know about your relationship, all he knew was that you were single and pregnant. You could just imagine the thoughts running through his head. 

“Oh piss off John. You’re lankier than I am. I doubt you could even land a hit even if you were wearing your glasses. I don’t need you defending my honor.” You scoffed back. This was not how you wanted John to know, now it was a much bigger mess than you could have ever imagined. The look of anger and worry John gave you was enough to break your heart, Mimi was stunned. John rarely got angry and you could tell he was about to go off. He stopped himself and stormed off. You were sure that he was going to the boys, more specifically Paul to vent about the situation.

“Sorry Mimi, it was great chatting with you! Talk to you soon,” You yelled before chasing after John in hopes of getting to Paul before John was able to say anything.  

The others could tell that something was up with John, he looked more serious than usual and the angry aura was palpable. Paul was playing random notes on the piano, trying to get the perfect tune to compliment the song in his head. When he noticed John angrily storm in, “What’s wrong Lennon?”

“Some bastard got my sister pregnant!” He yelled back. Paul practically fell out of his seat at the revelation, his shock was quickly replaced with excitement. He loved you and was excited at the prospect of starting a family with you.

John noticed the look on Paul’s face and started to connect the dots when you burst into the room. He had always suspected the both of you ever since he saw the looks you the two of you always exchanged when you both thought he wasn’t paying attention. “John, can we talk please?” You pleaded, hoping to calm him down before anything escalated. Paul at the sight of you got up and started making his way towards you.

“Y/N is it true?” Not caring that the others were in the room for the conversation. He didn’t care that John would know.

“Surprise? I just found out today. I was going to tell you later today, I didn’t think was going to happen,” You said with a small smile.

Ringo and George were just trying to process the whole scene: Paul looking excited and lovingly at you, John scowling and Y/N exasperated at the entire situation. Ringo already aware of what was inevitably going to happen stepped in between Paul and John, ready to intervene if necessary.

“Paul?! With my best mate Paul? I told you Y/N not to mess around with any from the band!” John let out angrily. He took several steps towards Paul before being held back by Ringo.

“Oh fuck off John, it’s not like I’m just sleeping around with her. I love her John. She means the world to me!” He said as he wrapped his arms protectively over you.

“I love him, John. I don’t care what you think.”

“This is better than anything on the telly,” George said.

John took a moment to process everything, realizing that he was blowing things out of proportion. The betrayal of his best friend messing around with his sister did sting but he could tell that they did love each other. Thinking back on all the songs he wrote with Paul, he realized they must have been written about you. The relationship also explained why Paul hadn’t even glanced at the groupies for months.

Running a hand through his hair he let out a sigh and said, “Fine. But I swear McCartney if you so much as make her cry I won’t hesitate in throwing you to the fans.”

#paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagine #the beatles x reader #the beatles imagine #john lennon x sister!reader #my fic #my writing #mine*