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Not my usual content but just wanted to complain lmao

I need a very specific Billy Hargrove x reader fic in my life that I'm pretty sure doesn't exist. Am I gonna write it? No lmao. Am I too scared to ask someone else to write it? Yes.

#not beatles #i haven't touched a single request in so long #you guys deserve better lmao

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happy May! 🌧➡️🌸✨

#george harrison #ringo starr #i scheduled this in december lmao #the beatles cartoon #she loves queue yeah yeah yeah

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Hello, and welcome to "vivi apologizes for disappearing again".

In all seriousness, though, I'm sorry. I haven't worked on anything, not even personal stuff. My internet was out again. A new sims 4 expansion came out. I've literally done everything but write lmao.

I will be working on the requests in my inbox, hopefully this weekend. Requests will be closed until I finish those.

Thank you all for understanding, and for continuing to like and support my content even in my absence!

#mine #not beatles

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i do think rereads are the highest compliment ever…. like you wanted to read my fic more than once???? i’m proposing to you

#not beatles #me irl #also im working on requests #i promise lmao

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I hate to say it but I worked on exactly nothing this past week. So, this week, requests are closed (I'm not at my computer atm so my bio and masterlist still say open lol) and I will be working on everything in my inbox. I am so sorry to everyone in my inbox for the wait, my brain absolutely sucks rn but I'm powering through it lol. Thank you for your patience!

#mine #not beatles

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Hey! Do you still take requests for imagines?

Hi! I do! Requests are actually heavily encouraged at this point in time because my brain is fresh out of ideas lol. It may take a bit longer than usual (like I said last post, bad mental health week) but I am still working on them c:

#mine #not beatles #asks

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This week may be a little slow as far as posts are concerned. It's one of those weeks where my mental health is absolute garbo, so making words is hard. Requests are still fine (I am still working on them, albeit slower) and honestly are the only things I work on rn. I'm sorry, I'm really bad at this blogging thing-

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just some random paul fluff..? just get creative with it- what ever comes to mind..! please and thank you in advance ⭐️

Hello! I will admit, I've never been told to get creative before so I stewed on this one for a while. But, after thinking, I realized there are two things I think of when I think of fluff: pregnancy fics and love confessions. I know some people are a bit dodgy about pregnancy or it can be triggering, so I decided to write a love confession. Hope this is okay! Proofed in UK English (idk why I always mention that, I always proof in UK English lol). Enjoy!

P.S. I Love You

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You and Paul had been pining over each other for God knows how long at this point. You knew you liked him. He knew he liked you. But you were both oblivious to the others feelings.

Every time he looked at you, you felt your stomach do flips, but in your mind, he only thought of you as a friend.

Gazing into your eyes, Paul couldn’t help but notice how his heart always made an attempt to escape his chest. The Beatles are supposed to be officially unattached. You stop that, he always told himself.

Everyone around you was impatiently waiting for one of you to finally confess. John was about to take it upon himself when he noticed Paul writing a letter one day.

At seeing the words, “Dear Y/N”, John grinned before swiftly walking away.

Paul penned about twenty-seven letters to you, each one failing to meet his approval before he crumpled it and threw it in the bin.

You’re sitting on your sofa one Sunday when a letter comes through the letter box. At the sight, you quirk an eyebrow.

“The post doesn’t come on Sunday,” you mumble to yourself before retrieving the letter. It only has your name and address, with no return address or any indication of who sent it.

“Dear Y/N,” it reads, “As I write this letter, the sun is shining through my window, bathing my room in golden sunlight. I know you find that kind of stuff poetic, so I wanted to tell you. I was thinking of you and immediately wanted to share a secret with you. I’m in love with you! Please meet me at St. John’s Gardens straightaway, so I may finally tell you in person. Love, your secret admirer. P.S. I love you.”

You read the letter three times, looking for anything to identify the mysterious author, before grabbing your coat and heading out.

The Gardens are quiet; most people are spending their Sunday either in church or with their families.

As you look around, you see him from the corner of your eye: Paul, sitting on a bench, looking as if he might pass out from fright at any moment.

It’s just coincidence, you tell yourself before Paul spots you.

“Y/N!” he shouts before running up to you.

“Paul!” you greet. “Are you meeting someone here too?”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “You could say that. I left a love letter for a bird earlier and I’m waitin’ for her here.”

“That’s funny. I received a letter earlier from a secret admirer telling me to meet them here.”

Paul watches with a cheeky grin as you realize what had happened.

“You?”

Paul nods. “I thought I’d never be able to tell ye, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. I love you, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me just by bein’ you.” He takes your hand and rests it on his chest; you can feel how nervous he must be in the way his heart races against your palm.

You blush with a smile before looking down, unable to speak.

“Y/N, please say something,” Paul worries after a moment.

You kiss him gently. “I love you too, Paul.”

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Hiiiiii! I was wondering if you could do 9 with Paul. I’ve just read your works, and I think they’re great.

Hi, love! So sorry for the delay! I'm having a problem with Word on my phone so I can only post from my laptop which is a pain >.> So glad you like my work btw! Proofed in UK English (the usual). Enjoy!

CW: John being an asshole (sorry)

And I Love Her

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You and Paul arrive at the studio together.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here during a recording session?” you ask.

He wraps an arm around you. “’course it is.”

You give a smile, an uneasy smile but still a smile, before the two of you go inside.

The other three boys stare at you when you enter: Rich looks pleased to see you, George just always has resting bitch face, and…

What is that look on John’s face?

You can’t tell if it’s anger, annoyance, or his usual brand of jealousy, but whatever it is, it doesn’t feel good.

He leans over and whispers something to George—what, you’re not sure—before picking up his guitar.

It's a relatively calm session, despite John flubbing several lines. Paul does the same so you think nothing of it.

It's during an impromptu songwriting session after the recording that things start to go sour.

John keeps breaking his pencil, no matter how many times he sharpens it, so Paul hands him his spare pen. He practically snatches it from his grip before finally finishing the word he’s trying to write.

A few moments later, John gives a huff. “How am I supposed to focus with her staring at me?” he snaps.

You blush. You didn’t think you’d been staring but now that he’s mentioned it, you’re not sure. You turn to focus on the wall instead, mumbling an apology.

“John, I—” Paul begins.

“Don’t we have a strict ‘no bird' policy, Paul?! Why d'ye think I never bring Cynthia ‘round for these things?!”

“I always just assumed it was because she was superfluous to you,” Paul says rather boldly.

George and Rich stand silently in the background; they both look as if they’ve seen a ghost, as do you.

“Don’t you dare bring my marriage into this,” John says through gritted teeth.

Paul scoffs. “You brought your marriage into this! I’m sorry that you can live your life without Cynthia, but I can’t live without Y/N! She’s my whole heart and I love her!”

The two bicker back and forth for a moment before Paul throws his notebook and pen down before grabbing your hand and starting for the door.

“Paul, wait!” shouts Rich as he follows the two of you outside.

There are tears streaming your face by now; Paul is trying his best to console you. You know you shouldn’t take most of what John says to heart, after all, he’s a very troubled man given his past.

“Paul, please come back inside,” Rich speaks. “John’s always in a bad mood this early.”

Paul sighs deeply. “He can’t just talk about Y/N like that! How would you feel if he talked about Mo like that?”

Rich sighs this time. “I know, Paul. I’m sorry. Please come back inside… for me and George.”

Paul stands in silence for a second before you say, “Come on, Paul. For Rich and George.” You extend a hand.

He grabs it with another sigh before the two of you walk back in.

Calm as he may now be, John is prideful first, so instead of a downright out-loud apology, he mumbles one. You can tell it’s still heartfelt, so you happily accept it before sitting back down.

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I promise I'm working on requests, yall. For some reason, after switching phones, I can no longer copy and paste from Word so I have to post from my laptop so I try to finish all requests before posting so I don't have to get my laptop multiple times. One of the requests is already done, I'm working on the next one. Please bear with me c:

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Could you do 25 with Ringo from the prompt list👉👈 I also wanted to say that I really love your works.

Hihi! So glad you like my work <3 this ended up being shorter than I wanted it to be BUT I like it a lot and hope you will too! Proofed in UK English (yk, the usual). Enjoy!

Darling, I Love Only You

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Ringo knew you’d been feeling down.

“Seasonal depression. Gotta love it,” you’d explained with a hint of sarcasm.

He’d only smiled an understanding smile then.

“Rich, where are we going?” you ask, watching the scenery pass by from the passenger side window.

“It’s a surprise,” he answers cheekily.

You pout a bit and go back to watching the trees.

Soon, you arrive at your destination: a beautiful field full of all manners of wildflowers.

“Oh, this place is beautiful!” you exclaim.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Rich says with a smile. “We’re havin’ a picnic, so I want you to pick the spot.”

As you’re eating a moment later, you hear him say, “Hey, Y/N.”

You look up to see he’s wearing a crown made of daisies and dandelions.

“Aren’t you pretty?” you say with a tiny laugh. “Can you show me how to make one?”

He scoots closer to you. “The trick is to pick the ones with longer stems. Go pick some for me?”

You stand from your spot and go off to pick a bouquet of wildflowers.

“These alright?” you ask when you return.

“Oh, just perfect,” he replies. “Come ‘ed.”

You sit next to him, cross legged, and watch him intently.

“Right, so what you do next is braid the stems, see? Just like braidin’ your hair,” he explains.

He takes your hands and guides them in the motions to braid.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Mhmm. Here is when you want to add the next flower.” He grabs a flower from your bunch and adds it into the chain.

“How do you know this?” You continue braiding and adding flowers as you speak.

“My mum taught me,” he answers.

Soon, you’ve finished your crown and placed it atop your head. “How does it look?” you ask, moving your head this way and that to show off your headwear from all angles.

“Just as pretty as you,” Rich replies.

You smile wide. “Oh, stop it, Ritchie!”

Now he smiles. “I knew I could get you to smile! I’m so happy you’re feelin' better, love.”

You smile again. “Well, spring has finally sprung, so I’ll hopefully be fine until it snows again. That and this outing has made me extremely happy.”

He wraps an arm around you. “You know I can’t stand to see you sad. I love you, darlin'.”

“I love you more, my little Starr.”

Before it’s said and done, you’ve both made about ten flower crowns each.

“Well, we can always give some to the lads,” you say with a laugh.

“And Julian can take some,” he adds. “But surely he doesn’t need sixteen crowns.”

You think for a moment before stacking three crowns and setting them atop the crown Ritchie’s already wearing.

He lets out that beautiful laugh of his before doing the same to you.

In a fit of giggles, the two of you end up falling backwards in the dirt together.

Ringo hoists himself above you and leans down into a kiss, which you accept with a smile.

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ok i need friends to lovers fake dating trope george harrison fluff and i need it NOW!!

(‘66 revolver era pls bae)

Hi, anon! Sorry this took so long! I received this ask while taking a bath and then swiftly fell asleep, and went to the zoo with my family yesterday lol. I hope this is okay! I've never written this trope before 😅 proofed in UK English (as usual). Enjoy!

Love Me While You Can

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“Y/N!” your best friend, George exclaims, out of breath from running. “Quick, if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.” He wraps an arm around you.

“Wh—” you begin to say before you’re swarmed with reporters.

“Y/N! How long have you and George been dating?” asks one of them.

“What is your romantic life like?” asks another.

George takes over answering the questions, occasionally looking to you for confirmation, which is when you’d nod.

“George, how long is this gonna last?” you ask through a gritted smile.

“Just follow my lead, alright, darlin’?” he replies through his own smile. “Yes, we met at the Cavern!”

“We didn’t meet at the Cavern,” you whisper.

“They don’t have to know that.”

You’re not exactly sure what the press conference was originally about but it ended up being an hour of questions about your “relationship” with George.

“George, what was that about?” you ask when you’re finally alone again.

George sighs. “Remember when the paparazzi got that photo of us last week after tea?”

You nod and he continues, “Well, it’s everywhere, with the headline ‘Harrison's new bird’. I tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t have it.”

You stand in silence for a moment.

“Alright,” you sigh. “You’re my best friend, George, and I trust you.”

***

It’s the next day, another conference later, when you ask, “George, how long is this gonna last?”

Making sure you’re alone, he whispers, “Look, give it a few weeks. Then we can publicly break up and go back to the way things were.”

You nod, but deep down, you wish you could stay like this.

It’s wrong to have a crush on your best friend, you thought.

***

“Give us a kiss for the camera!” shouts a reporter at the next conference.

George blushes. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Now, Georgie, if they want us to kiss, lets kiss,” you say.

“What?”

“Do you want this to be believable or not?” you whisper.

He wipes the look of surprise from his face before turning to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

It’s not a first kiss anyone would’ve imagined; it barely even counts as kiss with such a short duration.

“That one’s going to be everywhere later,” you laugh later.

***

You and George are walking, hand-in-hand. You’d adopted the habit since George had “asked you out".

Yet another camera flash lights up the air. One would think that two weeks of this would cause you to become accustomed to it, but it still surprises you.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” George whispers.

“Paul Anka, is that you?” you snort.

George snickers. “No, seriously.”

You giggle and do as he said. “This is actually quite nice.”

Though you can’t see it, George’s mouth turns up into a grin as he rests his head atop yours.

***

Weeks came and went. The day came that you were dreading.

“Alright, Y/N, when I say what I need to, I need you to look surprised and upset,” George tells you.

You sigh with a frown. “George, are you sure? What if it’s not the right time?”

He looks at you, an eyebrow quirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to stay in a ‘relationship’ with me.” He smirks.

You blush. “I— Well, I just—” You feel yourself getting more flustered by the second. “Yes, George! To tell you the truth, these past few weeks have been the best of my life!”

“Then let’s be in a real relationship,” George replies without a second thought.

“...but what about you? You don’t like me back...”

He smiles. “Who said I didn’t?”

That evening, being trailed by reporters again, George really gives them something to take a photo of.

A big, wet kiss on your lips, with more feeling than you’d ever experienced in your life.

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~ IT'S SPRING ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

collecting flowers on their way home

listening to the birds when they wake up

spring fever

taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air

walking in the park

new beginnings

picnic dates

standing up for themselves

standing up for a loved one

watching nature getting greener every day

falling head over heels in love

rolling down the window of the car

enjoying the sun that's warming their face

meeting new people

being ready for the next step

trying something new

building someone up

youthful spirit

being extremely energetic

always humming a tune

weekend trips

confidence boost

skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds

making flower crowns

riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

being enlightened

adopting a puppy/kitten

starting to heal

always wearing their favourite blouse/shirt

helping each other out

discovering the first early bloomers

taking heart

being unexperienced

getting back up after falling down

rain in bright sunshine

not leaving the house without a raincoat

fresh flowers every week

making plans for the summer

spending their days outside

motivating others

realising their feelings

enjoying spring in the countryside

suffering from hay fever

risking something in order to achieve something

going all in

freezing even though it's not winter anymore

waiting impatiently for summer

barbeque parties in the garden

the park becoming their second home

#not beatles #prompt list #anon i promise I'm working on your request lmao

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Say The Word (the Beatles say 'I love you' for the first time)

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Good afternoon to everyone except me, who cannot write to save my life. I came up with this idea randomly after laughing at a sign that said "puzzels", I will not elaborate. I am also listsning to "Girl" as I write this, so I am feeling ✨️something✨️ lol. Enjoy!

John

John Lennon, loud and boisterous as he may be, is very reserved about some things

The phrase "I love you" is one of them

You absolutely said it to him first

Every time you say it, he simply smiles and chuckles a bit

After a while, you stop saying it because you don't want to make him uncomfortable

That's when he realizes he loves you

He takes about a week and a half to work up the courage and wrestle with his thoughts before

"Birdie?" You hum a response. "I love you, birdie!"

You turn around and stare at him for a moment and he says it again

"I love you so much, birdie!"

Your mouth turns up into a big grin

"I love you too, Johnny"

Paul

Paul waits a bit to test the waters

You've probably gone on about three or four dates

He definitely says it first

You're on another date, at a carnival

He's watching you with stars in his eyes as you play a game

When you win, he shouts, "Oh, I love you!"

Both of you sort of freeze before he says, "I do. I love you, Y/N."

You smile at him and kiss him gently

"I love you more, Macca"

It then turns into a battle of who loves who more that ends in a long kiss, a messy bed, and a pillow fight

George

George says a lot of things as a joke

On about your third date, you had jokingly said, "You know you love me!"

"I love you" was one of them

Not really sure which of you says it first

To which he had let out a long hum before replying, "Yes, I do."

Neither of you thought much of it

A few months after, you're both cuddling on the couch, watching telly

George leans over and kisses the top of your head. "You know I mean it, right?"

You quirk an eyebrow and he continues, "You know I mean it when I say I love you"

You smile a little and kiss him "I love you too, Georgie"

Ringo

Ritchie, try as he might, falls head over heels very easily

You are no exception

Definitely says it first

After your first date, he walks you to your door

"I love you, Y/N!"

You sort of giggle, confused, and say, "Goodnight, Rich"

No matter if you say it back or not, he always makes sure you know

"I love you, honey!"

Eventually, you finally realize you return the feeling

The look on his face when you say it back is priceless

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I Want To Hold Your Hand (Valentine's Day with the Beatles)

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Happy Valentine's Day, loves! I still have absolutely no inspiration to write (lmao) but seeing as it's the day of love (my pfp is finally in season), I felt like we needed something on here. So, I'm writing this on the fly, in the Walmart parking lot while I use their wifi to sync my OneDrive (as I said before, no wifi at home ew). Written on tumblr, one proofread through because we die like real men here. Enjoy!

John:

John more than likely forgot what day it was

Lucky for him, he remembered about three days before and bought you gifts

His favourite things to give you are flowers and chocolate (the one thing he's traditional on)

"Johnny, guess what day it is?" you say

He stands there with a vacant expression for a moment

"Is it your birthday?"

"No, John" (unless you actually were born on Valentine's Day lol)

He thinks for a moment, chuckles, and says, "I didn't forget, birdie" (he most definitely did) before going and getting your presents from their hiding spot

You still don't know how he managed to keep chocolate and flowers fresh for three days without you noticing

You smile, say your thanks, and give him a little kiss

John simply replies with, "Anything for my little birdie"

Paul:

Paul is the type to go all out on Valentine's Day

He wouldn't say it's his favourite holiday, but it's in the top three

Has been planning your gifts for months but didn't pick them up until the day of so they wouldn't get lost or damaged

His favourite things to give you are jewelry pieces and lingerie

One of his gifts is a trip to Paris

"It's the city of love, mon coeur!" was his excuse

He takes you atop the Eiffel Tower and...

Bends over to tie his shoe

JK, he kisses you super hard

And then proposes to you

Ofc you say yes

Then you run through the rainy streets, trying to avoid reporters

George:

George is very simple with Valentine's Day

He still does everything with love in his heart, but he's not so extravagant as other people (you don't mind, of course)

His favourite things to give you are flowers and handmade cards, though he has been known to gift songs on several occasions

He does enjoy using Valentine's as an excuse to take you out to fancy restaurants

In fact, you usually make a week of it and try as many fancy restaurants as you can

He always feels slightly bad for not being as extravagant as others, but you always reassure him it's just the way you like it

Then he showers you with physical and verbal affection to make up for it

Remember those toothy kisses from the SFW alphabet? Those come into play here

He spends a lot of the day describing to you just how much he loves you

Anytime you mention how much you love him, he says something along the lines of "I love you more"

Ringo:

Much like Paul, Ritchie goes all out on Valentine's and plans ahead

Unfortunately, he's very bad at secrets and always wants to tell you about your gifts early

As soon as February 1st hits, you practically have to hold his mouth closed to preserve the surprise

No matter how much he wants to tell you, though, even when you don't shush him, he shushes himself

His favourite things to give you are rings that match his or fuzzy socks (your flat is quite cold most of the time)

He likes to parade around town, hand-in-hand, proudly showing you off as his

He also likes to just stare at you with stars in his eyes, though he does that just about every day

"What's the matter?" you ask, thinking something must be wrong with your hair or stuck in your teeth

"Just happy I'm yours, my love," he says

You boop his nose and reply, "I'm happy I'm yours, my little Starr"

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Where Heart Doth Hop

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In which you help three of four boys practice a certain Shakespearean performance.

Apologies once again for no posts. It's raining a lot here and the only internet I have is my hotspot and my data gets really slow when it rains. Finally finished reinstalling Windows 10 but now I have to reinstall Word with my slow ass internet >.> since my masterlist is a page and can only be accessed for editing on web (and since my internet is an actual ass), this one might not be there for a bit, but that's why we make master tags lol.

Like I said before, originally written for my Beatles dr but I honestly liked it too much to not post it. This isn't a direct manuscript of this performance, but it's pretty damn close. The audio on that performance (or at least the upload I've seen) was kinda bad, and the audience was super loud (understandably so) so some lines are directly from the original play or just referenced from an outside POV. I watched the performance and read the scene from the play several times while writing this to make it as accurate as possible. It's never explicitly stated where John is (I think at one point, I decided in my head, he was on a date or something), so you can choose your own adventure on that.

Proofed in UK English (probably). Checked with a random TTS website to triple-check for typos and me forgetting to change the person. Sorry I'm posting this at 3 AM, I procrastinated by sleeping all day (it was raining, I couldn't help it!) and then playing the Sims Medieval for an ungodly amount of time. Please excuse my sorry excuse for a name for this one, it's my favorite line and I couldn't come up with anything better. Enjoy!

“Y/N, can you help me with this?” Paul asks when he comes into the sitting room.

“Of course, love, what is it?” you reply.

“Well, we’re supposed to perform this Shakespeare thing and the lads and I wanna run through it, but, well…” He gestures toward George and Rich, noting the lack of John.

“Oh, I can do John’s lines,” you volunteer. “Which character?”

“Okay, you’ll be Thisbe.” He hands you what you assume is John’s copy of the script. “I guess we’ll pretend the coffee table is Wall.”

George and Rich stand back, Paul guiding you to do the same.

“O, I fear my Thisbe’s promise is forgot!” he begins. “And thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, that stands between her father’s ground and mine! Thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eye— But what see I? No Thisbe do I see! O wicked wall, cursed be thy stones for deceiving me!”

He pretends to beat up whatever poor soul plays Wall before addressing the audience about Thisbe’s cue.

You walk to the table and clear your throat. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans for parting my fair Pyramus and me! My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones—”

As you continue your line, Paul addresses the audience again before standing across from you. “Thisbe!” he sings. “Thisbe!”

“What?!” you reply in fake annoyance. “My love thou art, my love I think.”

“Meet me at Ninny’s tomb straightaway.”

“Ninny’s tomb; is that still open?” You're trying your hardest not to laugh at the line as you both step back, allowing George and Rich to take their places in front.

“You ladies,” starts Rich. “You who fears the smallest monstrous mouse that walks the floor may now perchance both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar!”

You and Paul nearly dissolve into giggles at Ritchie’s tiny roar before he continues, “And know that I one Ringo the drummer am, for if I was really a lion, I wouldn’t be makin’ all the money I am today, would I?”

He steps back, leaving George alone. You can tell George is having trouble with not having the hecklers' lines practiced, because he’s pure frustrated by the time he gets to, “Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this lantern is the moon, you see. I’m the man in the moon. This thorn bush here is my thorn bush, and this doggy-woggy here is my dog.”

You step forward. “So, this is old Ninny’s tomb. George, do you need something to hold in place of a lantern?”

George, with his arm suspended above your head, answers, “It’s fine. Keep goin'.”

“Right.” You feign knocking on the door before opening it. “But where is my love?”

Ritchie pops up in front of you with another roar; you scream, and he begins chasing you round the room before you end in what would be the background.

According to the script, you're—or rather John is—meant to drop a mantle, so you drop your handkerchief on the way back.

“Sweet moon,” says Paul, “I thank thee for thy sunny beams.”

As he begins another sentence, George shakes his head and gestures toward your fallen handkerchief.

“Hello, hello, hello, what’s this?” He begins his line as he picks up the fabric. “Eyes, do you see; how can it be? What dreadful dole is here! Thy mantle good, all covered in blood—” his accent makes the words rhyme, “—o dainty duck, o dear! Come, tears, confound! Out, sword, and wound—” he pulls an imaginary sword from its hilt “—the pap of Pyramus; that left pap where heart doth hop!”

You stare at him in adoration as he speaks, though you don’t think he notices, as he continues, “Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, now am I fled. Oh, well, you can’t win ‘em all. Tongue, lose thy light, Moon, take thy flight. See ya, George.”

George exits the “stage” as Paul begins fake stabbing himself. “Now, die, die, die, die, die!”

You skip in, humming a tune, and kneel next to him. “Asleep, my love?”

“Die, die, die!” he continues, still stabbing.

“What, dead, my dove?” You begin shaking him as you continue, “Pyramus, arise! O, speak, speak! Quite dumb. Dead, a tomb must cover thy sweet eyes. Those lily lips, his cherry nose, those yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, are gone. Lovers, make moan. His eyes were green as leeks.”

Paul is trying not to laugh as you say, “Tongue, not a word, not a word. Shut up!” You move to sit instead of kneeling. “Not a word. Come, trusty sword. Come, blade, my breast imbrue.”

You stab yourself with Paul’s imaginary blade before saying, “And, farewell, friends; thus Thisbe ends. Adieu, adieu, adieu!”

You and Paul take hands and lie backwards together as he says the line with you.

You're both laughing by the time you stand up.

“Right, I think that was good. Lads?” Paul looks to the other two for confirmation.

They both nod and Rich says, “I like her better than John. She takes the role seriously.”

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I just remembered I wrote a small drabble for my Beatles dr (desired reality, I'm a shifter) of me practicing the Shakespeare performance with the boys (in lieu of John, who I think I wrote was on a date?). I can change up the pronouns and change the person it's written in and post it. Would that be something that interests you guys or should I try writing something else especially for this blog?

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