#paul mccarntye

[paulmccartneyofficial]

the FACT! one man dies for every one that lives.

paul mccarntye fucking exploded

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I have a headcanon with a Pisces reader and the Beatles as teddy boys and the reader being a square? I love your writing sm btw x

Aw, thanks a whole lot! I think I may have written something about each one with a Pisces Reader so I will throw in some elements of that with each lad. Aslo shout out to the amazing and iconic @casafrass for some inspiration about Square! Reader content!

John:

John is the charming troublemaker so somehow he takes notice of you, although you’re the type to wear sweaters and go to church on Sunday mornings. So when he pulls up and begins doing funny tricks like handstands to impress you, you smile. But one day you find him reading one of your favorite books and you talk about it. When you heard about his aunt Mimi and got to meet her, she surprisingly warmed up to you because she said it was about the time John was hanging out with someone decent. You wind up talking so much about how wonderful it is written that soon enough you’re a couple with the Lennon boy, whooooops. But he turns out to secretly be a huge sap and write you all sorts of sweet, cheesy letters.

Paul: 

Oh, Paul, with the face of an angel and the libido of a rabbit. So you were a little shy when he went up to you and asked for a dance at some party, but somehow, he was so witty and charming you relaxed into his arms. You both kept dancing the whole evening and you were so in love you kept doodling and journaling about the event that night to preserve it in your memory. From then on, whenever Paul came up, usually bringing flowers from the store, you squealed and thanked him. When your parents brought him over for lunch, he was able to win them over but not without you both tapping each other's feet under the table playfully. He shows he loves you by walking you everywhere, maybe even going to church or your family holidays with you! Or kissing your cheek and letting you talk it out when you are feeling moody (although, he secretly admits, you’re pretty cute when you pout).

George: 

You knew once you looked at George that you were hooked and so was he. Though your heart raced a bit on your first date when you noticed how...secluded the table was and how close he sat to you. But he was so sweet and charming and you both ordered a lot of food and he even gave you his jacket when it got cold. He gets as shy and flustered with you as you do him. He turns out to be very cuddly and physically affectionate and even likes to put you on his lap when you are hanging around him and kiss part of your shoulder and neck. It’s so thrilling, but he will always stop if you tell him too...you usually don’t. He especially loves it when you make little drawings or poems for him and give them to him. You will insist it’s nothing like the stuff he writes but he adores it.

Ringo:

He probably fell in love with you, at first sight, one day as he was causally wandering in one of his long coat and hat getups (think his outfit from the “living’ scene in Hard Day’s Night). He went over and instead of getting you a drink got you some gum and walked you home. The next day he came up to your door with flowers and immediately met your parents. He thinks you are the sweetest little thing and is almost overprotective of you like your knight in shining armor. Heaven help if anyone threatens or hurts you bc Ringo will get his mates and try to fight them. You love to listen to music with him, at first embarrassed it would be too “Vanilla” for his tastes, but he will listen with you and even get a little teary-eyed at the sad songs.

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[cantblogmelove]

K IT'S 1:30 WHERE'S MY INFORMATION

WHERE IT AT 

WHERE

#SHRIEK #PAUL MCCARNTYE #ALSDFHLKSADH #LASDHFLKASHD #PAUL MCCARTNEY #PAUL #WHERE #DONDE #I NEED THIS

[likesomekindofcheese]

Tutoring the Beatles in a foreign language Hc, blurb, anything you want;))

Ofc!!! Let me do German as the language since that is the non-English language I am the most familiar with.

cw: swearing

Paul would be the most studious one. He would pay close attention to you and want to get every one right.

One day he brings over flashcards of all of the various articles in German: die, das, der, and when to use which one. You are so impressed you consider having him teach the others and he said it would be worth it to be by your side with a wink.

John would be the naughty one always getting in trouble. He would stick pencils up his nose to get the others to laugh but as soon as your head it turned he’s normal. “I’m jus’ takin’ notes, Y/N!”

Though he would be that bastard in class who barely studies yet somehow retains information. So when you ask him to have a conversation with you in German about the weather, he says “Meine Schoenheit, die Sonne ist hell, mag deinen Augen” (My beauty, the sun is as bright as your eyes”), hitting on you in German which make you smile and bite the inside of your cheek.

George would get into the beauty of the language. He would spend hours looking up words to see what they mean but when it comes to having to try to order something in a restaurant blank out.

“Uhhhhm, ich mag...chocolate?” he would say, so then when you correct him and he gets it right, he has a big smile on his face (you bet he has all the food names memorized).

Ringo would be the most stressed about it and worry in class, so when he manages to hold a conversation very well he cries a little bit. “Ringo, don’t fret! You’re doing well and it’s fine if you make a mistake!”

He enjoys writing in German a lot and sometimes writes you sweet little notes. “Danke Schoen fuer die Klasse I'm Deutsch, Liebling!” with a cute doodle of all of them (thank you very much for the German classes, darling!). He likes the causal little phrases because it’s the real deal for the people.

So you teach him to swear  in German, like Scheiss (shit) and Arschkalt (ass cold) and he loves to use them.

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[likesomekindofcheese]

HC request! Paulie x fem! Reader, when he’s late for a date!

Of course!

cw: mentions of smoking, drinking, and briefly death.

So you arrive at the restaurant, thanking the valet for looking after your car. Your heels click on the pavement as you look up at the yellow glow.

You don’t know how on earth Paul got a place like this and would manage to eat without the press or an army of fans on his tail, but the crystal chandeliers and the soft violin music from the back gave you a hint why.

You catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you have done your hair up so that it was put in a sixties-style swirling bun (if it’s long enough), wore a beautiful red dress with a crinoline skirt and strappy sleeves, adorned with white heels, a pearl bracelet, small white gloves, and diamond earrings complete with makeup. You felt beautiful.

As you walked in, you asked the host, donned in a pressed white blouse and a black vest “I am here for a reservation for Y/L/N, has a young man arrived here yet?”

The host shook his head and said: “no, he is not here, but would you like to be led to your table?”

This surprises you. Paul is such a perfectionist you knew he would normally show up somewhere at least an hour early. 

“Oh, uhm, sure” you say.

After a few minutes and a couple sips of water, you look around at the place fully. There are little booths, secluded. A soft, white-yellow glow radiates from the lights above. You smell the heavy perfume and cigar smoke from a few tables ahead of you. Women with necks dripped with jewels and men adjusted their ties and straightened their jackets.

After people watching, you realize Paul hasn’t shown up.

After you read through a white menu the size of your head, he still hasn’t shown up.

After the second reading of everything on the menu to pass the time with some mild amusement, from the martinis to the raspberry cheesecake’s in full or small sizes, there is still no sign.

Your head is reeling through the possibilities, 

It’s not his fault, perhaps there is the traffic you think after you order an appetizer. You’re famished.

As the minutes pass the appetizer arrives, your imagination starts reeling.

He’s running away to Antarctica with ten groupies and going to join a murder cult you muse worriedly.

You take nimble bites, torn between your anxiety and disappointment and the rumble in your stomach that sometimes catches a snooty glare from old ladies draped in fur coats.

You are about to order a dinner for yourself with a drink to go with it when you feel a sudden hand on your shoulder in the midst of your menu perusing and almost shriek!

“Paul! What on earth-what is happening!” you ask him.

You then look at how handsome he looks: his hair is grown out some but still neat, and he is in a dark suit that makes his eyes shine bright and beautiful. Though his face is a little red and his chest huffs some.

“Oh, Y/N, please forgive me it was...it was my dad. He showed up and surprised me and I couldn’t just leave him, oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry” he pleads, he even takes your hands in his and kneels down almost.

A part of your brain wants to give him a good dressing down for not alerting you or to dress down his dad but then Paul blinks a lot and lowers his head and speaks a little softly.

“Y’know, today’s the anniversary of...me mother. She...she died this day, remember?”

Suddenly, your grip on his hands lighten.

“Paul...you’re right...I forgot I’m so sorry, it’s a hard day for you.”

So you both enjoy the appetizer and a light drink when an idea hits you.

“Paul...your father shouldn’t be alone on this day too, wanna bring this dinner over to him? He might need some food as therapy?”

He smiles brightly “nothin’ sounds better than that, Luv, and he’d be ‘appy to see yew.”

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[zleepzloop]

why cant i be gifted enought to make nice gifs really bc id just sit here and make gifs of paul making sexual faces and licking his lips and then id just stare at them all day

i would never see the light of day again ever

#paul mccarntye #im shaking #im so cold #ugh