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cambrioleur · 8 months

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Random observations on this season (updating)

(SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY)

Episode 1

I don't think we've ever seen Assane do a genuine fourth-wall break before

OK so Claire has a last name now

Assane really expected that he could just show up and Claire would just fall at his feet

I'm surprised Benjamin is just allowed to continue working at his shop

This feels better-edited than Parts 1 & 2

Name a more iconic duo than Belkacem and failing constantly (she really doesn't listen, does she)

Episode 2

Philippe Courbet sighting

NEVER invite Guédira to a funeral lmaooo

Hang on I'm just now realizing that Juliette is at this funeral, too (she's standing in the second row behind Benjamin and Claire and honestly doesn't seem too upset about Assane's "death")

I like how in the flashback Babakar tells Assane that he reminds him of his mother and then it turns out she was a criminal

This seems to be around the time of Raoul's birthday again; he really can't catch a break on that

Episode 3

New shipping war just dropped: Guédira/Belkacem vs Guédira/Fleur

That bit where Claire was outright begging Benjamin to tell her Assane was alive and he couldn't...that was sad

But then it was followed by Benjamin doing the "uhh my FRIEND just died" act with Belkacem which was funny

This gang of thugs is trying a little too hard tbh

Assane's disguise in this episode is fucking terrible lol

The basketball coach disguise, on the other hand, is the only time I've genuinely thought he wasn't recognizable

Episode 4

Ironically that coach persona is probably the best parenting Assane has ever done

Claire? Doing things that are vaguely cool?? That feels illegal. Also, she looked so proud of herself for swiping that book, lol

Betraying Benjamin was certainly...a choice on Assane's part ("everyone disliked that")

This episode is going to devastate the show's Tumblr fandom

Episode 5

Assane trolling the shit out of Guédira will never not be funny

These 1998 flashbacks are pretty dark actually

Honestly the way Claire got that reveal out of Benjamin was very well-played on her part

Guédira out here looking like present-day Ringo Starr with that disguise

Aww look at Assane playing the matchmaker for Guédira and Belkacem, heh heh

This is easily one of the funniest episodes

Except Benjamin is straight up not having a good time -- it looks like he got beaten up in prison

Episode 6

Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not totally sure Benjamin knows that Assane betrayed him. It's possible he just thinks that he fucked up with the bracelet and then missed a cue in the maze

"Pasta with ketchup" jesus fucking christ Claire that sounds horrendous (although I'm guessing the only reason they did that was because of the ketchup-bottle reveal)

Assane really has Claire's number because he's now seduced her twice under two different identities

IDK whether or not Raoul has figured out that the coach is his dad but it's funny that he still seemed to be shipping it either way

It's nice that we get to see Claire's more playful side in this season, like her messing with Assane by acting really flirty with "Alex" after she realizes they're the same person

INCREDIBLE casting for the younger and older versions of Keller tbh; they easily look like they could be the same person

Episode 7

What a nice family reunion...it would be a shame if something happened to it...

The flashbacks are significantly darker than the present timeline this time around

Guédira finally got to arrest Assane, good for him!

The scene at the train station with the letter from Assane to Claire sort of reminds me of the ending to A Tale of Two Cities, which I had to read for AP prep a while back

Oh look, Hubert Pellegrini is back

So they're CLEARLY setting up another season with this ending

The choice of people to show on the montage there was interesting, lol

I could see a Juliette antagonist arc happening tbh

Maybe Assane's mom isn't all she seems either

And what about Benjamin? If he turns against Assane the viewers are going to lose their minds

#lupin netflix #assane diop #claire laurent #raoul diop #benjamin ferel #youssef guedira #sofia belkacem #philippe courbet #hubert pellegrini #juliette pellegrini

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yuisdad · 1 year

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Uta no Prince-Sama but (gayer) better

When I got into this series, I wanted to adopt everyone as my children…but it still has issues. My revised version essentially made it more lgbtqia+ lol.

I’ll only talk about the first game and it’s fandisks, since I don’t know what happens much in Debut and All Star yet.

Characters:

Haruka: Has a few more personality traits and is also just as chaotic as her friend group in her own way. Is voiced. Has synesthesia and sees colors while listening to or playing music.

Otoya and Tokiya: Remain the same as their game counterparts, but Tokiya will be less rude and cold to his friends. They’re the main love interests and share an ending where they end up with Haruka and each other in a polyamorous relationship. Otoya will also explicitly be stated to be Shining Saotome’s biological son and Cecil’s half-brother rather than being implied. Otoya also has some magic from his father’s side.

Masato and Ren: Remain the same, but Masato is a little more clumsy with his feelings while Ren only flirts with willing participants. Are ex-boyfriends, but get back together depending on the endings and routes. They both share a poly end with Haruka.

Syo and Natsuki: Syo remains the same and will be trans, and he won’t be forced to cross-dress. Nastuki is still physically affectionate, but respects peoples’ boundaries a lot more and will only comment that Syo and Haruka are cute when they are fine with it. Is more of a gentle-giant that will occasionally space out. His second personality will be more cynical and flirty, but is still loving to his friends and only fights others who hurt him and the people he loves. They both share a poly end with Haruka.

Cecil and Tomochika: The two secret routes. Cecil would also have more of a romantic connection with Haruka in his route. Tomochika is still the same, but she’ll be an aspiring song-writter like Haruka, as well as a talented musician. They share a poly end with Haruka, but they don’t have romantic feelings for each other.

Saotome, Ringo, and Ryuuya are platonic routes in the fandisks since dating principals and teachers are illegal (even if it is the principal back when he was 15). Ringo and Ryuuya share a route from their prospective.

I’ll end this post with voice headcanons becuase why not.

Haruka Nanami: Samantha Chan

Otoya Ittoki: Phil Avalos

Tokiya Ichinose: Nathan Sharp

Masato Hijirikawa: Jonathan Bullock

Ren Jinguji: David Dobrev

Syo Kurusu: Maurquice Straughter

Natsuki Shinomiya: Jabari Lewis-Smith

Cecil Aijima: Nazeeh Tarsha

Tomochika Shibuya: Hannah Rite

Mitsuo “Shining” Saotome: Chris Diamantopoulos

Ringo Tsukimiya: Steve Warky Nunez

Ryuya Hyuga: P.M. Seymour

#uta no prince sama #utapri

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georgeharris0n · 5 years

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Blisters On His Fingers- Chapter 1 “Eskimo”

Rated: PG-13

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Ringo Starr/George Harrison (Starrison)

Chapters: 1/25

Plot Summery: George can’t help but watch Rory Storm and The Hurricanes play, but John and Paul know he just has his eyes for their drummer. Ringo has some problem with his hands, and George may just see his perfect opportunity to talk to the handsome drummer. (Hamburg Beatle Era) Note: Based on @cirilee ‘s adorable Starrison art!!!! Here Check it out! You won’t be disappointed, they are precious. :’)

I hope this fic isn’t an absolute mess- just bare with me.

The thick air and beat of the band had George completely out of his head. They weren’t the best, George knew him and the lads were much better, and could really bring down the house, but that didn’t mean he wanted to miss a second of that steady tempo. It was past midnight now, and the set was nearly done, but George ought to have left by now. Their set had been finished hours ago, but here he was, sitting at the furthest table he could find watching a particular pink suited fellow bash away at the skins. The back beat, his quick wrists, the way his head bobbed back and forth, messy Teddy curls bouncing about with that cute white streak on the sides-

“George!”

A startlingly familiar voice broke George’s attention.

“Geez Paul! What do you want?

George turned to his bandmate, trying very hard to not to shove him off the chair beside him. He was being way too distracting. Too distracting from the beat of those heavy drums, either that or the beat of his heart at the moment.

“Geo, I’ve been calling you for the past five minutes. It’s getting late, we need to head back to the theater for some sleep.”

“But, can’t we-”

“Sorry George, but it’s getting real exhausting watching you gush over the Hurricane’s drummer, and y’know Paulie needs his beauty sleep.”

George stared wide eyed, opposite of Paul was John lounging with his boots rucked on the table. Had he really forgotten they were both here?

“We usually don’t mind it Geo, but you’ve done this same thing the past two weeks, and you haven’t tried once to talk to Ringo.” Paul added, shoving John’s boots off the table, and standing up to look down sympathetically at the young guitarist.

George felt his throat go dry. He hoped that the other lads hadn’t noticed, but he supposed it was strange now that he thought about those two weeks.

“I don’t know w-what you’re both on about. I don’t have a thing for him! I just appreciate his… drumming that’s all. He’s 10 times better than Pete is.” George figured he could snipe about Pete considering he wasn’t here anyhow. George definitely saw Ringo as a superior drummer, and took plenty of opportunities to point it out, though the lads may think he has other motives for it, he really saw Ringo’s talent for drumming, not just for… well, Ringo.

“Sure you do Georgie, and I’m sure you’d get to appreciate a lot more than just his drumming, if you stopped starin’ at him, and tried talking to him. Alone.” John smirked, now standing beside Paul who was sporting a very uncomfortable glare John’s way.

“What John means to say is, maybe you could give it a try, huh? Just give it a chance? You clearly fancy- or um… appreciate him, so why not at least try?” Paul affirmed with an encouraging smile.

“You both act like we’ve never spoken before or something! We see them every week after all.” George murmured, running out of excuses. It was true that the infamous Beatles knew Rory Storm and The Hurricanes. They all occasionally shared drinks or chats between sets, but it was true. George hadn’t spoken with Ringo alone with out someone else facilitating the conversation around them as a group.

“Well then! Guess we’ll leave you to it then! Paul and I are going to go get some well needed shut eye, but don’t you come home until you’ve figured out what little drummer boy’s favorite type of snog is.” John teased, while he tugged on Paul jacket sleeve who looked almost like he had half a mind to stay with George if it meant not having to hear anymore of John’s lewd banter on the walk back to their crummy sleeping arrangements.

The two left a wide eyed wreck at the table by himself. George knew from listening to each gig that the band would be done after this one last song. There was no way George was going to be able to do it. He was already petrified by John’s teasing. If he fucked this up, they’d know as soon as they saw him. The embarrassment would be plastered on his face.

No, after this last song, I’m leaving. No more of this.

Of course, it was hard to know if that were true. Considering George could melt watching Ringo hammer on those drums for the last number, a particularly loud one with a crushing drum beat. George hadn’t recognized it from his last visits, so it must have been a new edition to the Hurricane’s repertoire.

If anything George liked it a lot, he liked seeing the drummer smile as he hit the symbols with fever, clearly energized by the feel of the new song, even in the dead of night. It only made it even more disappointing when the song ended, and the band already started to disperse from the stage.

Once again, George was going to leave regretfully. He almost wished it didn’t have to end, and that he could stay and watch Ringo play forever.

George stood up from the back table, and was ready to make a beeline for the door when he heard a small familiar voice back at the stage.

“Aw shucks…”

He glanced for barely a second, and knew right away it was Ringo. He was looking down at his palms from the side of the stage. They must have been aching from those heavy drum sets of the night, especially with that last number being so raucous.

George can’t be sure where it came from, but before he could get even get to the door, he found himself sneaking away to the back of the bar counter.

It was a bit messy, but behind countless bottles of old beer, was a familiar first aid kit. A ratty white box, probably standard issue for the establishment. He remembered Paul borrowed it from the barkeep after John busted his nose in a typical bar fight. That had been real messy, John’s blood was still stained on the floor boards, nasty business that had been.

He shook away the thought, and quickly looked for something to help. Rummaging past old dried bandaids, and some empty disinfectant. George got a hold of a roll of untouched wrapping bandages. Once in hand, he took a quick peek over the counter. Ringo was alone right where George last saw him. The place was practically empty, save for the bartender and the other Hurricanes having after show drinks.

George straightened his shoulders, took a few breaths, and quickly checked his reflection on the nearest bottle of stale liquor. George ran his fingers through the tuff of hair tall upon his head making sure he didn’t look like a complete mess . With shaking hands, he gave himself one last glance, and prepared for the embarrassment of a lifetime.

Ringo sat about on a red stool, still having a look at his calloused palms. George had to admit, he looked cute, even in a dirty shit club like this. George sucked in his next breath, strode over to the handsome drummer, and pulled up a stool beside him. George attempted to give a suave smile, but quickly dissipated when he met eyes with his subject of interest.

“Hey there George! Whatcha got there?”

George went mute for a solid five seconds. That’s it. No words. He forgot how to use his vocal chords.

You daft git!

If the fellas could see him now. A fool, that’s right, a bleeding fool. Can’t even talk, doesn’t even know what to say.

“Uh..George?”

“-Thought you could use a hand.” There, he did it. A bit late, but he did it.

Might have cut him off too, but let’s just ignore that for now.

George, now finally catching up with reality pulled the end of the bandage tape.

“I mean- you’re hands bothering you?”

Ringo smiled, then looked at his palms again. “Just a few blisters, you don’t have to…”

“No really, it’s no trouble, you really were gear on those drums tonight! It’s the least I could do Ritchie.”

Ritchie? Why would you call him that? You don’t even know if he likes that? What are you-

Shaking away his inner monologue, Geo took Ringo’s palm into his hands, and started wrapping it up.

Ringo was watching George as he cared for him, he looked rather comfortable. Legs outstretched a tad. With a calm… almost endearing expression. George figured it was just his tired eyes from the long gig. Those eyes, looking now, were even more blue up close. Bluest eyes he’d ever seen alongside those drooping lids. George tried to avoid them, he wanted to make sure his wrap on Ringo had a firm hold. But they were so pretty…

“So, who’s the bird?”

All the way from left field, was the most confusing question Ringo could’ve asked. George’s eye squinted a bit, and his head tilted as if trying to find this mysterious “bird”.

“Bird?”

Face gone red, Ringo looked flushed, and slowly took his bandaged hand back. “ Oh! I just assumed- that, um… I mean, you’ve come to every gig these few weeks. I figured you might have your eyes on a girl.”

“I- no! No, girl, I mean- I don’t fancy a girl. N-no girl.” George stammered, reaching for Ringo’s other palm. Ringo seemed to relax at the statement, and allowed Geo to continue the wrap. George was only now aware of how close the two had gotten. He wondered if Ringo could hear his heart beating like it was, or if he was counting the seconds until Geo was finished and could leave.

“Almost done, promise.”

“Not too quickly I hope.” Ringo quipped with a toothy grin. George about swooned. Here he was with Ringo Starr. The lads would have field day if they saw him right now. Saw how smiley he was, or knew how much his cheeks hurt from it.

“Trust me, this is probably the highlight of my week.” George chuckled, clearly getting more courageous. Ringo somehow made it so easy, he was calm, collected, and that goofy grin was real easy on the eyes, as was everything else about the fellow. Despite Ringo being older than him, he didn’t feel like a child like he did with John and Paul sometimes. He was 19 now, not some kid, and Paul was barely any older than him anyhow. What if Ringo did see him as some kid though? George had a young face after all. Ringo was scruff n’ruff lookin’. He and the boys were even scared of him at one point before actually having the pleasure meet him.

George was nearly done, and with another quick look he noticed those pretty grey streaks on Ringo’s temples. Without thinking, George’s hand reached up to the side of Ringo’s cheek, and gently smoothed the temple streak down. Ringo flinched, not moving away, and George was just now realizing what his hand was doing. He didn’t move though, he couldn’t, he wasn’t quite sure what Ringo was thinking, or what he himself was either.

Ringo was so flustered, but the hand by his cheek and temple was so… tender, that he couldn’t help but lean into the touch.

The bandage roll fell to the floor. George’s other hand came to rest on Ringo’s lower jaw, his index finger traced the softness of his skin. He could feel Ringo’s breath exchange with his own, and gently he saw the hooded blue eyes of the drummer he so admired all these weeks.

“T-these make you look real handsome y’know.” It wasn’t really a question, just some of those weeks of frustration, and gawky coming out in the open. Geo was barely keeping it together, but he’d come this far, and Ringo seemed to be… comfortable, with all his touches that is.

Those teddy curls, and those parted lips. His eyes rested on them, and he could feel his cheeks blush. He didn’t want to ruin it, this atmosphere filled with tension, he hesitated, but those blue eyes drew him in, and soon his own closed, and he pressed his lips softly onto the other lad’s. There was no pull away, and they pressed on, testing the feeling, relishing it, actually. It was unbelievably gentle. Ringo’s lips were so soft on his, and could feel him smiling into it too.

George felt Ringo’s hands rest on his seated waist. He could feel the stubbling beard on the drummer’s chin tickle his own, causing a fit giggle to escape his mouth. They drew back, now both red faced, and clearly awe struck. Ringo leaned forward, and rested his forehead on George’s, still sporting that smile that had just rested on his very own lips. Geo could feel a chuckle in his throat. He should have done this much sooner. Had he known this would have resulted with a kiss like that…

“It’s you Ritchie.” George lamented.

“Hmm, me?” Ringo murmured, still dazed, trying to wrap his mind around that kiss…

“You’re the reason I’m here. Every night I mean, I love to watch you drum, and- I was just too scared to talk to you without the lads around.” George now moved his cupped hands from Ringo’s face. Allowing these confessions to come out in the open.

“You… like to watch me drum?” Ringo said.

“Well yes, but not really, I like… to see you.” George quickly avoided Ringo’s eyes, ringing his hands together in his lap as he scooted away slightly. George couldn’t believe he’d just told Ringo that. It sounded so stupid for him to say out loud, and Ringo probably thought he was a creep, or something. George thought he ought to just leave. He sounded pathetic-

George felt a finger hooked under his chin, gently turning his head to meet with fond eyes, and once again breaking his train of thought.

“Well, I’m right here aren’t I? Might as well have a look.”

George almost wanted to pinch himself. This was like a dream he once had, of course with less open mouth kisses on his neck… and cake, he remembered there was a cake somewhere. Seemed like a good cake, chocolate maybe? Does a Ringo like chocolate? Should he ask? Maybe he should? It would be a little off topic to say the least. Maybe he should ask about those kisses? Probably not- that would would be a little forward of him. Maybe he’ll just go with the cake.

“Gosh, looks like the bands’ left.” George broke from his recounting to turn back at the bar. Ringo was right, Rory and the gang seemed to have already hightailed it out of here without im’. It was rather secluded back here, definitely a darker spot in the place. The bartender himself was far to busy sweeping away behind the counter to even notice the two of them settled in the back.

“You probably should be off then, I still got to pack up me drums.” Ringo said standing from the stool.

George, though disappointed at the idea of leaving, felt pretty exhausted. He wished he could fall asleep right here beside Ringo but- well, this place is filthy, so not exactly the most ideal spot to pass out beside the lad you fancy.

“You don’t need any help with those?” George yawned, trying desperately to extend the time he had with Ringo as much as he could.

Ringo chuckled. “No, you go on, and get some sleep. I’ve got it. But-”

Ringo shuffled a bit, and he cleared his throat. “Will I see you again tomorrow?”

George felt his mouth open agape. Tomorrow! He wanted to see him again? Him? George Harrison? Tomorrow- wait.

“You don’t have a gig tomorrow.” George said, clear confused to how Ringo could forget he wouldn’t even be playing tomorrow.

“I know, but… will I see you?”

Oh. OH-

George smiled the dumbest smile he had ever smiled EVER.

“YES- I mean! Yes, yes I’d love to see you tomorrow.” George gushed. John was right, he was gushy wasn’t he? Who cares, Ringo Starr just may just asked him on a date, how would he not be gushy?

“Great! I’ll see you then Georgie.” Ringo quirked his lip up, and gave him a wave with a bandaged hand.

Georgie, he called me Georgie, that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard.

Walking out the bar entrance onto the street, George was already fantasizing of what he was going to tell John and Paul when he burst into-

Oh, wait. One last thing.

He sprinted back like mad through the bar door, and straight to Ringo and his drum kit.

“Ringo! One last thing, please don’t ask why, just know John is an absolute pain in my arse- what’s your favorite type of… kiss?” George could practically die, but the confused look on Ringo’s face faded changing into a mischievous grin.

Before he knew it Ringo’s hand slid behind his lower back, and they were pulled flush together. George gasped at the suaveness of the motion, and stared straight into those blue hooded eyes. Suddenly, Ringo leaned up to meet Geo on his tippy toes, and sweetly nuzzled his nose against George’s, then promptly pulled away with a cheeky wink, leaving a gaping George barely standing on his feet at Ringo’s answer.

“Eskimo.”

Read Chapter 2 here!

#starrison #Ringo Starr #George Harrison #beatles fic #cirilee #starrison fic #geo reaLLy likes Ringos blue eyes #ringo gets flirty at the end

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thecoleopterawithana · 2 years

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From Rolling Stone no less! —>

“Paul is such a Beatle fan, he writes his own fan fiction. While playing “Two of Us,” he notes how these songs add up to a concept album. “It’s like, after ‘Get Back,’ we’re ‘on our way home.’ There’s a story! And there’s another one, ‘Don’t Let Me Down’ — ‘Oh darling, I’ll never let you down.’”John: “Yeah, it’s like you and me are lovers.”Paul: “Yeah.”Aaaah, yeah. As they say this, John and Paul do a bit of flirty mirroring — they both nervously push their hair out of their face. George and Ringo do a terrible job of pretending not to notice this chat, but at least they try.I will think about this scene more than now and then for the rest of my life.”

Ah, my dear, thanks for sending this along!

And of course, who could have written this but Rob Sheffield himself? Here's the link to the full article:

24 Reasons We’ll Keep Watching the Beatles’ ‘Get Back’ Forever

Other gems include:

1. The highlight of the rooftop concert: the joy of seeing Maureen Starkey, Ringo’s wife, bop her head to “Get Back.” Nobody on the roof is a bigger fan than Mo. She was a screaming girl back at the Cavern Club — she’s the only person here who ever stood in line and paid money to hear this band. (The first time she met Ringo, she was asking for his autograph.) She’s waited years for this gig. At the end, Paul looks over and says, “Thanks, Mo” — a beautiful moment that sums up what the Beatles were all about, but also sums up what they are about, even now, which is why this story refuses to fade into the past.

6. When exactly did George get into the lace bow-tie thing? Never noticed before, but he’s really committed for a few days. The man’s taste in boots and wizard hats is flawless. But since he’s George in January 1969, he can wear anything and look hot.

10. One of my favorite moments is just a couple of seconds: Ringo gets teased by the others when he orders mashed potatoes for lunch, so he makes a sad face for the camera, then breaks into a good-morning-sunshine of a smile. I will think about this smile now and then for the rest of my life.

19. Ringo plunks out “Octopus’ Garden” at the piano. Everybody chuckles. But George comes over with his guitar and helps Ringo turn it into a real song, asking for zero credit, even though he’s having enough trouble getting the band to consider his own tunes. The generosity here says so much about these two. On his 80th birthday TV special last year, Ringo explained how George helped him write: “I can write it all, but I can’t end it, so he’d end my songs for me!’”

20. Late in Episode 2, John, George, and Ringo play “I Lost My Little Girl” — the first song Paul ever wrote, at 14, about his mother dying. (“Fairly obvious,” he admitted later.) A heavy moment, but a discreet one — nobody else in the room could have any idea what this song was, or what it meant. As always, they communicate in “Beatle code,” as John called it — a private language only these four friends can share.

And a curious statement:

7. Talk about a bombshell: After George quits, John and Paul sneak off to the cafeteria for a top-secret talk, just the two of them. They have no idea the flowerpot on the table is bugged. I screamed, alone in my apartment, like I just saw the waiter’s bowtie on The Sopranos. Ethically dubious, but wow. So here we are listening in on this private chat. John mourns that their disrespect for George created a “festering wound,” and “we didn’t give him any bandages.”A week ago, nobody knew this conversation existed, and nobody could have imagined how raw, honest, empathetic it is. This is how these two talked? Yes it is, it’s true. Yes it is, it’s true.It’s intense, especially when Paul speculates on a future they all deserved to see come true. “Probably when we’re all very old, we’ll all agree with each other. And we’ll all sing together.”

Guess we here on tumblr dot com are blessed with access to information the wider Beatles authorship can only dream of... :/

#asks me why #the beatles #rob sheffield #that paul and john business #i look from the wings at the play you are staging #maureen #ritchie #geo #macca #johnny #get back sessions #my stuff

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cracker-box-palace · 3 years

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Headcanons - The boys flirting

Hey turns out I really like these sooo yeah

George

Poor Geo might get a tad nervous if he saw someone he really liked

He’d try his best to get close to you, to always be within earshot of you, maybe even crack a joke or two just to watch you laugh

Then, if he decided he really liked you, he would try his best to get you somewhat alone, or at least so that you’re not preoccupied by something else

It might not be completely obvious at first that he’s into you, but after you talk for a bit and he gets a bit more confident, he makes a few attempts at flirting

Like maybe he’d slowly shift closer to you

Or stare deep into your eyes with a bashful, irresistible little half-smile

If you responded well (which most people would, who can resist that?), he might try complimenting you; your hair, your eyes, your personality. Anything

He might try not to seem nervous, but it’s almost cuter when he stumbles a bit over his words, or looks at you for reassurance that he hasn’t crossed any lines

Either way, when Geo turns his flirt on, it’s hard to say no

Paul

Everybody knows our baby will flirt with anything that breathes

And he’s pretty fucking smooth at it

Something tells me he’d get as close as he can to you, not being shy to intimately touch your arm or shoulder, maybe even fix your hair

Because he knows what his overwhelming sexiness and flirtations will do to a woman

If Paul McCartney was into you, you would know. He would not be shy to show his feelings in the way he said things, the double-meaning he seemed to put behind everything

Like he could be saying literally anything, like the massive shit he took just that morning, but the way he said it always made it sound like he was inviting you up to his room for the night (sorry for the terrible example but you get what I’m tryna say)

Anywhere from complimenting your looks, to some intense and intimate eye contact, to maybe some light caresses, this boy has got an arsenal of weapons

And he’s not afraid to use them

In the end, he would make you feel special and all warm and tingly inside

Maybe even a little weak in the knees

John

Something about him screams that he would be one of those people who “flirts” by not leaving you the fuck alone, maybe even playfully joking or making fun with you

Like maybe he’d be a little charming, and probably damn smooth, walking an incredibly thin line between offending you and flirting

But he can pull it the fuck off

He, too, would value closeness and wouldn’t be able to keep away from you

Like, maybe if you were both sitting he would lean sideways towards you, whispering little jokes and things to you from the side of his mouth, making you giggle every time

And then he’d smile confidently, satisfied with himself

The most important thing to remember is that he would not leave you alone, maybe chatting your fucking ear off

But in a damn smooth way

Ringo

Ok I actually had a bit of trouble with this one

I honestly don’t know

I guess he would just be really nice

He’d know just what to say to make your cheeks burn red, just what to do to make you giggle like a little girl

He’d make some tasteful, goofy jokes, maybe even some at his own expense

But then he would turn on a hinge and become serious, maybe even a little romantic

He’d make you feel like the only girl in the room, like you were the centre of his attention

Maybe sometimes it would be hard to tell whether he’s flirting, or just being nice and polite, but most of the time you can tell the difference with one distinct feature:

Those eyes. If he was feeling flirty, they would sort of drift around a little bit, and then he would angle his head down and look up at you with those sparkling blue crystals, like a little puppy dog

Over all, I think he’d be really great and fun to be around in a flirty mood

#classic rock #the beatles #george harrison #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison x reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #ringo starr x reader #beatles headcanons #headcanon

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ilovedig · 2 years

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Alright here's Beatles Artifacts 2 random thoughts

There is a lot so it's going under the cut

Lots of funny moments and flirty things and all that jazz.

It's worth it.

George being asked if he was the leader of the Beatles in their first interview

Lots of Hamburg recordings. Mostly rehearsals but also some live shows

Including "I Saw Her Standing There" at the Star Club with the German MC's intro

"Love Me Do" demo!

A take of "A Taste of Honey" where the drums are super up front and it totally changes the vibe of the song

Paul screwing up the lyrics of "I Saw Her Standing There" but saying he stopped because he was too fast, and George Martin saying "no, you got the words wrong" totally sends me

Paul fucked up the bass line on "One After 909" and John bitches at him saying "what are you doing, you're out of your mind"

George Martin calling "Thank You Girl" "Thank You Little Girl"

All 7 Christmas fan records, every single one is amazing, except the last one which is just a lot of Yoko talking and John calling her "mommy"

But the first Christmas record there seems to be heavy McLennon flirting

Paul practicing his "I'm A Loser" harmonies and John actively singing the melody to not help him (also a totally different harmony from the final take)

"it didn't work out"

Jingle Bells with someone on kazoo

Paul saying John's name high pitched and whiney like Yoko in the future

These Christmas records totally sound like something you'd post on Instagram stories

John reading his poetry on the radio (can totally feel the Alice in Wonderland reference)

The whole band singing "Yesterday"

John hearing his backwards vocal in "Rain" so many times he can sing it

The 1966 Christmas fan record is Paul playing a girl

John's Maharishi Demo, he talks about all the attractive men at Reshikesh

Everyone applauding Ringo at the end of the take of "Don't Pass Me By" and then all the weirdness at the end of the take

The '68 Christmas fan record sounds totally normal, no indication things are wrong.

MAL SPEAKS

Tiny Tim singing "Nowhere Man" is everything I didn't know I needed in my life

"When I'm 64" at Twickenham which I don't remember from Get Back

A cover of a song that absolutely would not be acceptable to release today from Twickenham which is totally fascinating

A version of "Let It Be" from Twickenham that I totally have never heard before

In conclusion, download now!

1960-1963

1964-1965

1966-1967

1968

1969

#the beatles #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #The beatles artifacts 2 #Mclennon #twickenham

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okay i hear you loud and clear about the dynamic duo and i agree. but i'm interested to hear your thoughts on hypothetically, luka/viperion and kagami/ryuuko equally being issued miraculouses by the guardian to overcome the hawkmoth/peacock joint work. what's your thoughts on ladybug wrestling with an additional love interest (assuming she didn't know viperion's identity) and likewise for adrien and kagami. two foils to add additional tension in a slice of life romance

like a four-person team? so you get secret identities AND love rivals on top of it? a love HEXADECAGON? sounds messy. i might need to wrack my brain for this one.

the reason why adrien and marinette fell for the rivals imo, is because they felt like the available versions of the ones they loved. confessing to adrien is hard, being with luka is easy. ladybug doesn't want to consider me as a romantic partner, and kagami is a great girl. so we need to decide if we are going to keep adrien and marinette as the obvious endgame in a situation in which viperion and ryuko are on equal footing, and we need to give justifications over why they would choose each other over the rivals if we do. i'm going to have some trouble forming a clear-cut storyline or anything, so have bits of random thoughts. i think i'm going to go with 'adrienette is endgame' here and try to keep it as close to canon as possible:

- we need to establish that the chemistry ladynoir have is much greater; they need to be in-sync in battles, intellectually and physically, but we also need to allow them to get under each other's skin. we need to establish that they bring out in each other things that others can't, which i think ml does pretty well actually, because marinette is never as sassy or flirty as when she's around a certain kitty.

- kagami/ryuko could be presented as someone who is lovely for her feistness and boldness, but ultimately, devoid of the sensitivity adrien is searching for. she is also pretty straight-laced and greatly respects authority, while marinette, unintentionally or not, is a creature of chaos, and is able to bring out that aspect in adrien's life. marinette also has the warmth and the romanticism to match his own. another aspect is that marinette's huge desire to be romantically loved aligns perfectly with both adrien's trauma and understanding of life, while kagami is a self-sufficient type for the most part.

- when it comes to luka/viperion, what he lacks is mystery. marinette is a clever girl and loves a good puzzle; luka is an open book; while kind, well-intentioned and giving, he lacks the emotional extremity marinette finds alluring in adrien. marinette struggles with being introspective, while adrien is interested in figuring out the core of other people; so he's able to unlock that for marinette.

- as a team dynamic, we will get in a situation in which adrien and luka might have to often play peacemakers, because both marinette and kagami have strong ideas about how the battle should go. i see kagami usurping marinette's current canon spot as a leader of the superhero team, as kagami is confident and doesn't cater to other people; marinette, as a people pleaser with deep insecurities, would probably be the brains but not the leader.

- i see luka mostly accepting other's orders, i'm sorry, but canon just refuses to give me a crumb of rebellious luka or whatever. he might end up being some sort of emotional glue for the heroes. let's just say that he'd be the ringo of the team.

- adrien's people-pleasing attitude, low self-esteem and social awkwardness will make him adopt a persona here, too. the thing about adrien is, though, that adrien is whoever you want him to be. if you need him to be the jokester, he'll be one. if you need him to be responsible and focused, he wil be. his chat noir persona is based on imitation of what he has seen presented as the way a male superhero should be. his attraction to ladybug has only caused him to amp up the chat noir persona. now, if something happens between him and ryuko right off the bat, she'll likely be able to read through him pretty quickly and would be unimpressed with his antics; if she ends up confronting him about it, we might even see some trauma-based response from gabriel's parenting. so his search for his inner self might start earlier this way.

- so, i guess the big question is: how would ryuko and viperion differ from their civilian identities? i see ryuko being a hardened fighter, who would save all her vulnerable moments for her normal life. now, adrien's type isn't exactly soft and deep girls or whatever; the more assured and bossier, the better, so i can see him falling for ryuko instead of kagami; as for luka, i think he might become more mellow and non-partial as viperion, he'd be mostly there to preserve the peace and the team spirit, apart from his superpowers; because he'd be more (emotionally) active as luka rather than viperion, marinette would fall for that side. luka and kagami seem perfectly content to fall for the civilian sides of adrien and marinette, just like in canon. am i... am i making the love hexadecagon right? i'm starting to get confused about who's who.

- who is in love with chat noir??? i... guess no one. unless we shift the plot and character development to the earliest stages possible and make chat noir his place to be emotional and vulnerable and sensitive, in which case, kagami would end up being attracted to him, and i guess ladybug would fall, too. i don't know.

- will lukagami date eventually? you know, the reason why i dislike lukagami is that they feel like the scraps that end up together by virtue of being, well... the scraps. but on the other hand, we also have some nice theming going on, with both of them valuing honesty over anything else, the daughter of the controlling and strict mother and the son of two free-spirited and wild parents, luka ending up being the second chance and kagami loving fiercely enough to make him feel like he's first... for the first time. it could work with enough development of their characters, perhaps.

BASICALLY:

#this was truly hard i hope i said something that makes sense lmao #ask #dubiousfruitsalad

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nuka-nuke · 3 years

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|Duke Lanzaro|

Name: Duke Lanzaro

Nickname: Duke the Nuke

Age: 24

Birthday: November 19th, 2257

Height: 5'11

Weight: 190lbs

Specials: Str 8 - Per 6 - End 6 - Cha 10 – Int 4 - Agi - 4 Luck - 2

Eyes: Bright blue. His default look is a permanently flirty looking stare, but that’s just how his eyes are all the time.

Hair: Black

Body type: Athletic, defined muscle.

Status Currently: A bodyguard for the Kings, he works helping gamblers and out of towners on their way through Freeside to get to the Strip, for a nominal fee.

Relationship Status: Taken

Spouse(s)/Partners: Cliff Delmore, a singer at The Tops

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: “Some kind of Italian"

Family: His father Lorenzo Lanzaro passed away 7 years back while performing in his circus. His mother is Georgiana Lanzaro, former magician, current drug dealer/tattoo artist/stripper. He also has a half-sister, Antonia Euler, but he does not acknowledge that he’s related to her.

Languages: English

Disabilities/Illnesses/Injuries: None. Sometimes has issues moving his left arm too much, because of residual effects and stiffness left by the damage from the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

Allergies: None.

Scars: He has two small scars that go over the bridge of his nose on the left side of his face, one tiny scar on his right cheek. Perpetually bruised up knuckles.

On the right side of his body: a stab wound scar on his shoulder, jagged scar down the inner part of his bicep, a cut and stitches on his forearm, several small lacerations on his hands, one long cut along his ribs, and a smaller stab wound right above his hip, large gash along his upper thigh, bite scar on his lower calf, and a burn on the opposite side.

On the left: Bullet wound in the shoulder, dog bite on that elbow, small cuts all over his hands, several short scrapes/stabs/stiches on his thigh.

Physical traits: Pale, dark hair, bright blue eyes, often has a side-ways smirk on his face. He has a square jaw and a crooked nose from when he broke it at some point in the past, very pronounced cheek bones, and beauty marks scattered along his cheeks. His shoulders are broad and strong, with way more upper body strength than leg strength (from his specialty being melee and hand-to-hand combat).

He has a tattoo of a heart on his neck with “Mom” in it, a mini nuke on his left forearm with the Kings crown, and a lightning bolt with “TCB” above it on his bicep.

Voice: Not exceptionally deep, but lower than a tenor. Kind of raspy while still very lilted; the flirty gravel is definitely his thing, which comes naturally from smoking for ten years. When he’s being snarky gets the “greaser guy” accent going, but that’s completely manufactured and not natural at all.

Clothing: He has about two of the same outfit and wears those constantly: torn up old jeans, random white (or formerly white) t-shirts, Kings jacket, and his high-top sneakers.

Fashion Style/Lifestye: His look and aesthetic are obviously like the greasers of the 1950’s, as all the Kings are. He doesn’t have much of a sense of fashion beyond that, but his boyfriend is a lot more in tune with that and tries to dress him up every now and then – though most of the time it’s the same old dirty jeans and t-shirts with leather jacket.

Weapon of Choice: Baseball bat with random chunks of metal stuck in it that has “Return To Sender” painted on the side. He got his nickname from being able to hit a baseball grenade with such expert precision it was like a nuke.

He also carries brass knuckles as a last resort, a special pair with a spade hollowed out of the center and two long spikes on either end of the hand.

Skills: Extremely charismatic, can talk himself out of almost any situation and flirt his way into getting what he wants, in a direct contrast to his best friend’s terrible social awkwardness. He has no shame about using his good looks to his advantage – and he knows how good he looks, of course. He is also very physically strong and capable in a fight. Tagged skills would be explosives, speech, and melee.

Weaknesses: His loved ones, most particularly Dizzy. If anything happens to him, Cliff, or his mother, he’s going off the rails in defense mode. He is very quick to forgive them of anything they do wrong, no matter how egregious, and overlook serious issues out of a skewed sense of loyalty.

Poor skills: Very bad at restraining his temper. Though he is usually extremely calm and hard to irritate around people who are important to him, minor things from anyone but those select few can hit him like a switch and turn him into a violent, blind rage. Also is completely inept at any kind of wilderness survival.

Affiliations: The Kings, The Followers of the Apocalypse, Courier Six

Former Affiliations: Lanzaro’s Greatest Show in the West (since it no longer exists)

Enemies: The Legion, The NCR, The Van Graffs, The Omertas

Neutral Affiliations: The Chairmen, White Glove Society

Religion: Agnostic

Likes: He likes anything to do with the “original” King, especially learning to play the songs older members know on guitar. He is deeply devoted to the gang’s ideals and is willing to live and die for the idea of freedom as The King teaches it to them. He likes gambling, though he has awful luck and almost always loses. Playing guitar. Cigarettes. Rum. Flirting. Baseball. Feeling as though he makes a difference, through working for the Kings. Dizzy’s dad, Ace Euler.

Dislikes: Doesn’t really like sweets all too much. Caravan; it makes no sense to him. Leaving Freeside or traveling too far from Vegas. Feeling as though he isn’t in control.

Hates: People bullying others who are much smaller/weaker than them; which is how he met Dizzy. People who aren’t from Freeside ruining the lives of locals.

Friends: Dizzy Deeks has been his best friend since he was just a kid after he rescued him from being beaten to death by kids bigger than he was. Julie Farkas, Luisa Flores (Dizzy’s aunt), Sergio, Francine Garret, James Garret, Mick and Ralph, Courier Six.

Acquaintances: Frankie Felice (another King), Vander “Van” DeVilla (also a King), Lucille McKenny (ex-girlfriend. Dizzy’s ex-girlfriend too), Lucky Harris (Dizzy’s boyfriend), Ringo, Niner, Raul Tejada.

Former friends: Rey Euler – he used to tolerate him, not any longer.

Enemies: Johnny Salentino, another King who is his (personally proclaimed) rival, even though Johnny has no idea and thinks they are friends. Rey Euler, Dizzy’s older brother who knocked up Duke’s mom. Pacer. The entirety of the NCR.

Pets: No pets. After his dad died, all their circus creatures were released and he has never had an animal since then.

Fallout OC friends/family: So many. Almost all the characters he associates with are OCs.

Personality: Duke is the super cool guy that everyone wants to be! He’s always confident and always knows just what to say, but just as snarky as Dizzy always is. He’s easily amused, easy going, and generally doesn’t take things too seriously - but his temper can be short and violent if someone fucks with him or any other King. He loves to make terrible jokes and use terrible pick-up lines, but more often than not he can sound charming enough when he uses them that people fall for it anyway.

Favorite color: Yellow

Favorite foods: Anything salty or spicy, particularly the things Dizzy’s mom cooks. Also really likes cram, though Dizzy will pointedly cringe anytime he eats it around him.

Favorite drinks: Rum, or any other strong dark liquor (though he knows to stay away from the “Mistake Maker” - the Alejos Especial, the gin that Dizzy’s mother makes and sells to the Wrangler).

Favorite Sweets: He isn’t too big on sweet foods, but he likes prickly pear candies occasionally.

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Other info:

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#duke lanzaro #my oc #oc profile #oc references #new vegas oc #long post

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slashyfeelyrandomness · 5 years

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Beatles McDonald’s AU

1) McLennon

-John is 24 and working at a Statistics Institute.

-Mostly at his office. A boring desk job, a normal job that his aunt Mimi would like.

-Musician, loves Chucky Berry Elvis etc etc the usuals.

-He has always dreamed of having his own band but all he gets nowadays are lazy jams with his art school friends.

-One day, his colleague and pal Pete Best asks him to go get him some food at the McDonald’s next door. John’s horrified, cause he’s boycotting McDonald’s (for some reason).

-And now he has to enter the devil’s lair just because Pete wants some greasy fries!

-So he goes there and is clueless and stubborn while ordering. At the register, he meets 22-year-old fast-food employee Paul McCartney The lad is flirty and good looking

-John feels obligated to say that he’s not getting the food for himself but for his friend. He thinks that Paul is quite charming but relies a bit too much on his looks, as he speaks to female customers a lot. But then, Paul winks at him and John is just losing it. Like .;frbhrfbh;;;.

-So John brings back his meal to Pete with the intention to NEVER go back to McDonald’s again. But a few days later, the coffee machine at his place isn’t working and…

-guess what is the nearest place which sells coffee?

-McDonald’s.

-So he sneaks out during work (as if his work was of any importance anyway) and goes to the McCafé (the little coffee place at the entrance of McDonald’s, meant to compete with Starbucks. I worked there folks).

-and guess who’s there?

-Paul.

-Conversation with flirting on Paul’s part and awkwardness on John’s.Though he will not admit it, deep down he is happy to see him again

-Didn’t really think this through but I had an idea of reenacting their real meeting, with Ivan introducing Paul to John

-==> John learning that Paul plays several musical instruments, even writes a bit, works at McDonald’s to support himself and wants to become a professional musician. Then gradual bonding and dating in the end ?

^o^

2) Some George and Ringo on the side (can be Starrison or just friendship)

-Ringo works at the same Institute as John though they don’t really know each other.

-Nevertheless, Ringo (24) is well known at work for his diplomacy, the way he deals with crisis situations with calm and good humour.

-Ringo often goes to McDonald’s.

-But, he doesn’t know exactly why, the employees always fail at getting his order right !

-Turns out it’s George (20) (part-time employee, a childhood friend of Paul who often works in the kitchen) fucking with him. No matter which job George will take care of (kitchen, register, etc), he always messes with Ringo’s order.

-Ringo comes so often that all the old employees know his name.

-So even when he orders through Uber, George can get his order wrong just seeing “order for Richard Starkey” on his screen

- Ringo is too nice to complain but WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERYTIME GODDAMNIT

-This drives Ringo so crazy that one day, he tries to order with the name “Ringo” on Uber.

-However, George sees through his plan and still manages to mess with his order.

To be continued ???! Nope rather not. Thanks so much to shanardo13 for making me believe my shit was quite funny!

#mclennon #starrison #mclennon au #HeLp #I don't know how to tag people #shanardo13 #not a native speaker #thought of this doing the lobby at McDonald's

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givemequeen · 5 years

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get down, make love ; john x reader

request: Hi! Can you write something along the lines of the reader is in a band, and they’re really good. And she plays the same day Paul and John met (before the quarrymen, like she and her band just snuck up there and started playing) and John and her immediately are butt heads (but flirty) and Paul insists she joins the band. You can pick the rest love! Side note, amazing writing in here! Thank you! -🇫🇷 a/n: hi 🇫🇷! hope you become a frequent anon :))) also at first i lowkey rushed it so, sorry! and there you go @thebeatleswritings pairing: john x reader summary: basically the request lmao warnings: smut/sex, fingering, handjobs, slight orgasm denial, virgin sex? year: 1957-1960 (teddy boy!john, paul joins, stu and pete are there tho, and geo) word count: 1,776

You looked at the empty stage and then back at your friends behind you. “Okay ladies, now!” you said as you ran up on stage. The people in the festival looked up with confusion laced over their features. “Hello everyone! So obviously we aren’t The Quarrymen,” you said making everyone laugh. “But we are going to be performing before them.”

You looked behind and counted your friends in. Once the music started you began playing your guitar and singing the lyrics to the cover you were doing. You swayed your hips side to side and closed to your eyes as the sweet melody took over you.

When the song you opened your eyes and looked at the crowd they all cheered. You smiled at them and at your band. Your bass player smiled and asked if you should play another song. You nodded and turned to the crowd.

At the back of the crowd was The Quarrymen, your smile curled into a smirk. This time your voice was lower, slower and more sensual. You locked eyes with their guitar player and singer, John Lennon. His ears were red with anger and it only seemed to egg you on more.

The song was over rather quickly and after bowing you jumped off the stage and walked over to the other band with your friends close behind you. “Everything alright lads? We warmed them up for you,” you said when you got close enough. Before walking off you patted his shoulder and laughed.

*** Most adults and kids were gone by now and so was the sun. The people who were left were all teenagers and you had all agreed to go by to an empty area to continue the party. You were laughing with a couple of your friends when The Quarrymen came up to you.

John, who seemed to be their leader, tapped your back. You spun around and smirked when you saw his face. “What is it Lennon?” you asked moving your weight onto one leg.

“What the fuck where you thinking?” he asked.

“Nothing, you?” your friends laughed at your answer which only angered John even more. You noticed a new boy next to him. “How’s this?” you asked pointing your cup at the young boy.

“I’m Paul McCartney.” the boy said. He was wearing the same leather jacket and slicked-back hair as the other boys where. Paul stuck out his hand but John pushed it down.

“Don’t,” he whispered.

“New kid? How many do you take in?”

“Oh shut it yln.” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Plus we all know you did that for my attention,” John said stepping forward. You gulped but maintained your posture not wanting for him to win.

“Yeah sure.”

“Oh come yn, just admit it, you like me.” you rolled your eyes again and pushed him back.

“Never Lennon.” you walked away with your friends and stuck up your middle finger making him and his friends chuckle.

***

The next couple of weeks you saw John and his band a lot more. You were constantly getting the same gigs right after each other. Paul was always nice to you and John was the same, flirty and annoying.

Unfortunately, your band broke apart. The first one to go was Mary your bass player, she had met a guy and he didn’t like the band. You thought it was dumb, she should have control over what she wanted. “It’s called love yn, you make sacrifices!” But you still thought it was dumb, plus she was young she would probably break up with him soon. Then came Deborah your drummer, she just didn’t feel like this is what she wanted to do with her life.

You had started hanging out with Paul an awful lot and he suggested joining the band. At first, you had laughed at him, you would never last with John in the band. But as the days passed you began considering it. When you finally agreed Paul had told you he had convinced John as well but you would have to audition.

Obviously, you got in, all the boys loved you and your skills even John but he would never admit it. In 1958, a year later, Paul introduced you two to another person, George Harrison. A skinny young boy who had wonderful skills.For the next two years, a lot of members came and went but it was always you four.

The sexual tension between you and John only grew. You were constantly at each other's throats and it drove George, Paul, Stuart and Pete mad. One day they had enough and threw you into a pub’s broom closet and locked you both in.

“WE AREN’T LETTING YOU OUT UNTIL YOU SORT OUT YOUR ISSUES!” yelled Paul before storming off.

“You fucking git, you did this!” you complained as you tried opening the door.

“Me? Me? You did this! You’re always complaining and you are such a spoiled little brat.” John ran a hand through his hair and paced around the little space he had.

“I am not spoiled or a brat!” you protested. John stepped closer to you and you stepped back until your back was pressed against the door. Your breathing stopped for a moment as his lips ghosted over yours.

“Really?” he asked with his voice low. John moved a stray strand of hair off your face, you shuddered at his touch and he smirked. “Knew you liked me.”

“I do not-” but you couldn’t finish your sentence because he trapped your lips in his. You whined and moaned at the gesture. He chuckled at pulled away.

“You sure?” John cocked his eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh shut it.” you scolded before dragging down by his collar and pulling him into another kiss. John pushed a knee in between your legs and you mentally thanked since you were in desperate need of some friction down there.

“You sure you want this?” he asked seriously. You nodded, it was your first time but you were so ready. “Let’s go back to my place, okay?” you nodded once more and began banging on the door. “PAUL! RINGO! STUART! PETE!” you yelled hoping one of them would listen. Meanwhile, John kept kissing your neck, his hands held your hips as he pushed your bum against his growing erection.

“You done?” asked Paul as he unlocked the door.

“Yes.” you quickly said before grabbing John’s hand and rushing off. Paul stood there confused. John turned around last minute and winked at his friend. You ran down the street hand-in-hand with John until you reached his house. “Is Mimi not here?” you asked as he opened the door in a hurry.

“No.” he answered. John finally opened the door and you followed him inside. As soon as the door closed behind you he pressed you against it. John lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. You got the message and wrapped the other leg around his waist.

John’s hands landed on your bum to support you and he was on his way upstairs. Once he was in his room he laid you down on the bed and you both began to undress. You pulled your t-shirt over your head as he threw his to the corner of the room. Soon enough you were both naked and you couldn’t help but stare his dick, it was pressed up against his stomach.

“I can help with that.” you said with a wink as you leaned over to take his cock in your hand. His head fell back as you began moving your hand up and down. He placed his hand on your shoulder to support himself and just as he was about to cum you pulled away.

“Don’t be a tease.” he warned.

“Not fair if you’re the only one who gets to cum.” you laid back down and it all suddenly hit you. It was going to be your first time. “Wait.” you said as he rolled on his condom.

“No condom?”

“What? No! Yes condom!”

“Then?” he asked.

“It’s my first time.” you shyly said.

“What? Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.” you looked up to him and smiled. John kneeled down between your legs and pulled you close. “This okay?” he asked, you leaned over and nodded just as he slid a finger inside of you. “Already so wet for me princess.” you let out a moan as his finger moved up and down.

Your hand went to his hair and John began adding fingers until he had three of his fingers inside of you. You felt a strange sensation in your belly and somehow you knew you were close. His thumb rubbing on your clit only you made you get closer to the end. Just as you were about to orgasm he pulled away.

“Not fair if you’re the only one who gets to cum.” he mocked your words from earlier on.

“Don’t be such a tease,” you repeated. John chuckled and stood up so he could get in position. He took himself in his hand and lined himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” you nodded and he slowly slid inside you. You let out a soft moan as he stretched you out. Once he was fully in you grabbed his shoulders and breathed out. “Tell me when you want me to move,” he asked quietly. You gulped and nodded.

“I’m ready,” you said, John slowly started to move. You groaned at each move making him stop but soon the pain started to feel more like pleasure. John’s paces began to quicken, your nails dug into his back and you knew marks were gone to be left. You wrapped your legs around his waist so he could sink into you even deeper.

You cried out when he hit that spot and all he could do was smirk. His right hand was holding your waist, his fingers digging into your sink and his other hand was at your clit rubbing it making you moan even more. After a couple more thrusts you came with a cry of his name. Normally John would last more but you were something else and the way you whimpered his name made him go over the edge.

He pulled out and finished himself off before collapsing on the bed next to you. You smiled at up at him and he kissed your forehead. “I’ll go clean up, okay?” you nodded and watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. John came back out with a damp towel, he cleaned dup your chests and once you were both clean, he laid down with you pulling you close to him.

tag list;

@thebeatleswritings @beatlevmania @i-love-queen-3000 @brians-metaphor26 @honimello @maccafied @julessworldd @lovemybrowneyedboy (doesn’t let me tag you?????)

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paulvibe · 5 years

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The Assistant (Paul McCartney X Reader) Pt. 1

Desc: The Beatles are writing their last album, and You, their assistant of two years, is caught in all the drama. Hired shortly after Brian Epstein died, you became the personal assistant to Paul, John, George, and Ringo. With drama regarding the band, friendships, and a budding romance with Paul, you really see the dark side of everybody. What will happen over the production of the album? And what happens when you fall pregnant by the bass player?

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, sexual themes

Words: 3K+

A/N: Hi, it’s 1am and I just finished this, pls read it and pls let me know if i should write more. okay gn.

Late August - 1968

The day started out like any other. You arrived to the studio at 9am sharp. You tidied instruments, boiled water for tea and coffee, and finally set out the boys itinerary for the day. You were an assistant to The Beatles; hired a few years back shortly after their manager, Brian Epstein, passed. It was a good career move, leaving retail to transition into the business world. It had been a wonderful past few years. You’d gotten to know each of the boys on a personal level, one that people rarely had access to.

The studio was always quiet before the boys trickled in. You savored the muted moments you got to yourself before the arguing started. John was quick to instigate first, followed by Paul chiming in to deter John’s comment; meanwhile George and Ringo would sit quietly, only butting in when mentioned. It had been getting worse over the past few months, especially working on their next album. Even little things, such as Yoko eating a biscuit, set people off.

“Morning Dear,” The familiar voice of Ringo brought you back to reality. You set down a cup of tea you had been sipping and smiled at him, grabbing the itinerary. He shucked off his tan, fur lined coat onto a coat rack and grabbed the piece of paper out of your hands.

“Morning Ringo,” You spoke. He sighed softly, scanning over the paper before grabbing the kettle and pouring hot water into a cup followed by a tea packet.

“Babies kept me up all night.” He smiled softly.

“Those two darlings could do nothing wrong,” You teased him. Ringo’s two children Zak, and Jason, were two of the sweetest boys you had ever met, besides Julian.

“You’d be surprised, love.” Ringo joked, “How do you think today will go?” He continued on, but more quiet. You could tell the tension between the group was starting to get to him. Well, not only Ringo, but the other boys as well.

You shrug your shoulders before responding, “Same as usual, honey. But we can always hope that Lennon doesn’t get his panties in a dizzy today.” You joked, trying to cheer the man up. He stifled a laugh as George walked in with Paul close behind.

“Good morning boys,” You smiled warmly, also handing them prints of the schedule. George greeted you back, and immediately walked to his guitar.

“Morning Darling.” Paul spoke while giving you a soft look. You and Paul had a sort of special relationship. He had definitely taken a liking to you back when you first started. However, he was also on and off with Linda; deep down you knew the two of you wouldn’t end up together. And, to be clear, you two have never had relations before. There had been a few accidents being stoned, and well, turned on. But, you knew deep down that you couldn’t fully shag your boss. He hardly persisted, only when Linda wasn’t around. It was shallow of him, you knew that.

The three men settled in; George had already began strumming a tune, Ringo was quietly adjusting his drums, and Paul was pouring himself a cup of tea. You scanned the room before walking down the hall to the studio’s communal kitchen. You sighed softly, grabbing some sugar packets for the tea and coffee.

“Hi, love.” Paul spoke, startling you. His being seemed tired today, he didn’t have the usual cheerieness about him. He had let himself go over the process of the album. His beard? Unruly. His hair? Long and slightly greasy. He still tried to maintain his image by dressing nicer than he used to, however. It was evident that he was trying to remain the cheery, Beatle boy everybody knew him for.

“Hey Paul.” You responded, “Looking for sugar?” You held out your hand that contained some sugar packets. Paul nodded, and grabbed a few. His fingers, rough from bass playing, gently scratched your soft hands sending a shiver down your spine.

“How’re you today, darling?” He spoke, pouring sugar into his teacup. His figured leaned against the small countertop, and his eyes gazed up your body. Paul had always been flirty, you figured that out the day you started.

“I’m alright. How are you?” You asked innocently, bending over to grab a trash bag for the recording room. You could feel Paul’s gaze on the exposed skin of your thigh; it gave you goosebumps. He cleared his throat before answering.

“I’ve been worse.” A slurp of his tea followed the comment. You stood back up and fixed your dress. His eyes met yours through his lashes, with lust, causing you to blush slightly. You cleared your throat from embarrassment.

“I’d better get back, incase anyone needs something,” You said softly, gently brushing against Paul on your way out of the kitchen. A little ways down the hall, you could hear him let out a soft groan, making your pink cheeks turn a dark red.

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John didn’t show up until Noon, with Yoko. The other three had rolled their eyes and murmured under their breaths the minute they heard her voice. Paul gave you a look of annoyance, then notioned over to Yoko. You shook your head and shrugged, agreeing with his attitude.

“Morning lads.” He spoke, with a tight lip. Various ‘Mornin’s were murmured around the room, and Ringo began to tap his drums to clear the silence.

“Shall we practice um,” Paul paused, gazing at notes he had taken, “Across the Universe?” They all nodded in agreement and got their instruments ready, before george began the opening strum.

You excused yourself then stepped out of the recording booth and into the observers room. Yoko sat alone writing in a journal. You ignored her and stood in front of the window, staring at the boys. When they played songs together, they transformed back into school boys, as though they were practicing at MiMi’s, or Paul’s. However, when the music stopped, all the anger and hatred would bubble up again. You didn’t know how something like that could happen.

“How are they today?” A voice asked behind you. You turned around, seeing Linda walk in. Your stomach dropped and you could feel your heart pick up. She always gave you high levels of anxiety. You wish you could get over the weird hump and just accept that you and Paul wouldn't become something. The dreamy idea just stuck deep in your heart like a sliver in a finger.

“Snippy,” You commented, swallowing the lump in your throat, “But it’s been worse.” It always bothered you when Linda would come in. Mainly because, well, deep down you were jealous of the attention Paul gave her. Of course you wouldn’t admit that at all.

“Well, hopefully they can make it through.” She spoke, sitting on the two-seater couch Yoko sat on. You nodded at her with a forced smile and exited the room.

The boys practiced until about three in the afternoon, then Ringo had to leave. One of his boys had a doctors appointment, and he didn’t want to miss it. George left shortly after, claiming he promised Pattie he would be home early. Surprisingly John stuck around, talking to a few of the sound technicians. Lucky for you, Linda had left earlier; she’d only stopped in to have brunch with Paul. You were currently getting the boys instruments put away and cleaned.

“Do you need help?” A voice called behind you. Paul.

“I think I can manage.” You spoke, finishing tying cords together. Your eyes met up with Paul's as he gazed at you with a soft smile. A fresh cigarette sat, tempting you, between his lips. He leaned against a speaker as he lit the cigarette with a match. His two fingers held the stick as his lips pursed while he took a drag. You felt your mouth water a little as your stare remained on the man's face. He exhaled doing the French Inhale trick, finishing it off with a cheeky smile. You couldn't help but chuckle and shake your head, managing to break away from his face.

“George and I are having a small get together later if you’d like to join.” Paul spoke, changing the subject.

“I thought he’d promised Pattie something.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Cheeky lie, George is always good at those. We just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings who weren’t invited.” Paul vaguely gestured in the direction of John, who was still conversing with a techie. You let out an understanding hum while nodding your head.

“Who will be in attendance?” You asked innocently, now walking by Ringo’s drums to straighten them. Paul followed behind, taking a long drag off his cigarette while watching your figure.

“Well, a few of the crew, me, George, Pattie, and you; maybe.” He said, looking off in thought. Your brain mentally scanned the list- now recalling Linda’s name wasn't mentioned. You smiled, and then turned around to face Paul.

“I’ll go. Oh, and roll and few for me.” You spoke with a wink. Paul knew what you meant as he smiled back.

“Sounds lovely darling. I’ll see you in a few hours?” The man took another drag before smashing the remains of the cigarette onto an ashtray. Your eyes gazed the profile of his face as he looked away. His beard was scruffy, and his lips slightly chapped. His pointy, small nose stood out compared to his soft lashes.

“Of course.” You responded, slightly dazed. You quickly shook your head and turned around with a hot blush crawling up to your cheeks.

LATER THAT EVENING

When you arrived to George and Patties home, music sounded loudly from inside. The curtains were drawn, but gentle yellow light still seeped out onto some bushes below. You entered the home and were Immediately met by the smell of cigarettes mixed with marijuana. A few people you barely knew sat in the living room smoking joints and swaying to the record playing. You passed by them in search of Paul, knowing he couldn't be far. Some laughter from the backyard grabbed your attention. You pushed the back door open and saw George, Pattie, and Paul each having a smoke.

“Hi darling,” Paul smiled, seeing you first. He took a long drag off his cigarette afterwards.

“Hey guys.” You spoke, walking up to them. Paul reached in his pocket and pulled out a joint, handing it over to you. You placed it at your lips while the man lit a match quickly and held it up to meet the end of the joint.

“We were thinking of having a small smoke session.” George commented, watching the interaction between you and Paul.

“Sounds fun.” You smiled, exhaling a trail of smoke. George gave Pattie a slight tap on her bum causing her to she squeak with a small smile, gently swatting George’s hand away. You giggled at their interaction and took another pull on the joint. Paul’s hand gently creeped onto the small of your back; his fingers digging in, only slightly, to stay in place. It gave you a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

The couple made their way inside; you and Paul followed close behind; Paul’s hand still firm on your back. The living room group were still listening to a record and swaying smoothly to the beat. You guys slipped by them quietly and walked down a hallway, still led by Pattie and George. They turned right into a medium sized room. Christmas lights strung throughout the room, and tapestry’s with designs covered the walls. Bean bag chairs littered the ground, as well as a small tray with tools, and a brown paper bag to the side of the tray. Pattie and George sat in two of the bean bag chairs; George being quick to start the process of packing and rolling some more joints. Paul sat in a bean bag chair adjacent to George’s and motioned for you to sit in the one by his. You happily walked over, and plopped down with a big sigh.

“This was much needed.” You spoke, just now finishing the joint from outside. Paul gave you an ashtray and you mushed it out. His gaze remained on your face. You could tell he was already stoned, by the way his already doe-like eyes drooped more. The soft warm light from the Christmas lights illuminated the back of Paul’s head, almost giving him an angelic glow.

“I agree.” The man said softly. Pattie handed Paul a joint, and Paul passed it to you. You accepted it and lit it with a match. As each person took a joint, the room began to get hazy with smoke.

You didn’t know how much time had passed while you all sat and talked in the room stoned. You talked about the past, and what had led to this moment. The boys reminisced the old days, when they first became famous. They talked about how happy they were, and how much they missed Brian and some members of their old team.

After a little while, Pattie had begun to get tired and urged George to go to bed. They offered you and Paul a bedroom to stay in, which made you blush. You politely declined and said you’d take the couch, if the living room people had left. George and Pattie shook their heads, knowing the secret crush you had on the bass player. They then said goodnight and went to bed, leaving you and Paul in the smoky room alone.

“I’ll take the floor in the bedroom if you’d like.” Paul said softly, gazing at you from his beanbag chair. He took a drag off of a joint, never losing eye contact.

“No please, we can… both sleep on the bed. Maybe build a wall between us, with blankets.” You said softly, watching the smoke swirl around the Christmas lights. Paul’s hand gently creeped and grabbed yours that was dangling off your lap. His fingers intertwined around yours, and his thumb rubbed your palm.

“It’s been a while since we hung out; just the two of us.” The man said, his droopy eyes boring into yours. You nodded in agreement, that last time it was just you two was months ago; ever since a small slip up left you confused and slightly hurt. You two were at a party similar to this, but you were celebrating a birthday. You honestly couldn’t remember whose, as it was a friend of a friend. Anyways, you two ended up making out late that night, both of you drunk and high. You agreed it never happened the next day, and avoided Paul for nearly three weeks. And when you did speak, it was always business professional.

Those three weeks were miserable, as Linda would still come around. Paul would be lovey dovey with her, while you sat there just trying not to cry. He seemed unfazed by the kiss, as though it didn’t take the same effect on him as it did you. No matter, you remained professional.

“About four months.” You murmured, now gazing at Paul. Your eyes met his hazel ones that looked dark in the lighting.

“C’mon, let’s head to bed.” He said after a few moments. He mashed the joint out onto an ashtray and then stood up; his hand releasing from yours. After he gained balance, he held out his hand for you to grab. You reached your hand into his and pulled yourself up, with his help, landing in his chest to regain your balance.

“Sorry,” You giggled, stepping out of his grip and straightening out the dress you were wearing.

“Don't apologize.” He smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the smoke-filled room. He guided the two of you to the spare bedroom George mentioned, and turned on the light. A queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room, adoring two night stands on each side. A lamp stood on the right side of the bed, and a dresser sat on a wall to the south of the bed. A little door led to a small bathroom off the bedroom.

“I’m going to change, you can turn away if you’d like.” Paul said gently, walking to the right side of the bed. You nodded your head and made way to the otherside, sitting on it and facing the wall away from Paul. You could hear his clothes shuffling around as he undressed. Your gazed quietly averted from the wall and towards Paul’s direction, who was now shirtless and pantless. He stood in his underwear, trying to get his socks off. You bit your lip and felt your cheeks blush as you quickly snapped back to looking at the wall. Shortly after, you felt him climb into the bed.

“Okay, you’re good.” His voice spoke softly. You turned around, seeing him nestled under the covers.

“Paul?” You asked softly.

“Yes, darling?” His voice was slightly lower, more husky.

“May I borrow your shirt, to um, sleep in?” You asked sheepishly. His eyes widened slightly and he grew a grin, reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing it for you.

“Now I’m going to change, so don’t look.” You said, quickly grabbing the shirt and turning to face the wall so your back was towards Paul. You began unzipping your dress, and shimmying it off. Even though you told him no, you could still feel his gaze on you. Your back was now bare save for your bra, underwear, and stockings. You unclipped your bra, and gently held your bare breasts, reaching for the shirt. Strategically, as to not show Paul anything, you slipped the article on; It was just a basic t-shirt, one you’d find under a suit. It barely covered your bum, but you didn’t mind as you climbed into bed, leaving the stockings on as a precaution to not to take anything further.

Paul’s eyes remained on your figure every step of the process, and he knew that you knew. He just couldn’t help it. As you settled in bed, you grabbed a few of the spare pillows and tucked them safely between you and Paul.

“Goodnight love.” The man spoke said after turning off the light. He shook his head at the pillows, but knew you would feel more comfortable with them there.

The marijuana was now taking over your systems putting you both to sleep. You lay facing Paul, while he was doing the same with you. The moonlight shining through a window gently illuminated his face. You could see the glimmer in his eye and his eyelashes

“Goodnight, Paul.” You murmured, watching him close his eyes. He hummed back, his face now relaxed. You let out a gentle sigh and closed your eyes as well.

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Pt. 2

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mccartneysbass · 5 years

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biscuits and storage closets

pairing: george harrison x reader

word count: 1.6k

request: Being the Beatles PR manger since Brian picked them up. Liking George since the first tour but never saying anything because of your job. George gets drunk and spills everything. Thanks ❤️

I saw this done a couple times before and I hope you don’t mind I changed the prompt a bit but still kept it as George! Thanks for requesting! I wrote this on my flight back to the US and I’m still very jetlagged so excuse any errors and etc.

Your boss was George Martin, you had worked with him way before he had signed on the Beatles. Your family was a close friend of his and through that connection, you had been working with him, first as his assistant since you were a teenager and eventually you proved yourself to be much more. You were a valuable asset to his team and everyone knew that if they wanted in with Martin they had to be in with you first. Many people had looked down on you for your age, the music industry and life in general often scoffed at you. But through your hard work and reputation, you were able to forge your own place in the industry and show them all what you had to offer.

Which was how you found yourself in a meeting with Brian Epstein and the latest group he was managing. Originally you were just going to meet up with Brian to have lunch but his newest group had dropped by unexpectedly arguing over who knows what.

“Brian please tell me that this a joke,” you said glancing at the scruffy-looking group.

“Now, now, YN. Don’t be rude. They are right here and they have potential. This is John Lennon, the lead,” he said pointing to the tall light-haired boy, who scrunched up his face and sent a wink your way. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Paul McCartney.” He said pointing to the one with doe eyes, who sent a flirty smile your way. Nodding your head with a tight smile you glanced over to the two remaining boys. You felt your breath hitch when you locked eyes with the dark-haired boy. He seemed much more reserved and nodded towards you offering a small smile that showed off his fangs.

“This is George Harrison.” You felt your throat go dry and thoughts surrounding George swirled in your mind that you didn’t even care to hear the last boys name.

“They are a diamond in the rough and I have no doubt that with your abilities we are able to get them places.”

“I mean they are handsome in a rough way,” you said looking them over, your eyes lingered on George more than they should have, “but do they have the talent?”

“I can show you just how talented I am,” the light-haired one said. Turning around you missed the glare the youngest one sent his way.

“Well, aren’t you just a charmer, Lennon. Besides, I doubt you could handle me.”

“Put them in suits and fix their hair. Then I’ll schedule a meeting with Martin,” you said before grabbing your belongings.

“I still expect lunch Brian,” you added before leaving his office.

“What’s wrong with you John?” George spat out, once you had left the office.

“Whoah there Georgie, what’s gotten into you? Does someone have a little crush,” John teased him.

You were always either away or too busy mixing audio or doing some other important tasks to officially meet them after they were hired by Martin. The only one you had sort of met was Ringo, their new drummer when you were doing audio checks for their instruments. He was nice, easygoing and you even joked around with him. You sadly had to cut the conversation short with him when you heard the others beginning to arrive. Promising to talk with him again, you made your way back to the audio booth to check-in and see if everything on their part was set.

George, on the other hand, had tried to talk to you ever since the day he met you. He would always perk up when he caught a glance of you. You were always running around the studio trying to make sure that everything was perfect or locked up in the mixing studio trying to make sure it was up to your standards.

When George had found you it was an accident, you had hidden in one of the supply closets to get away from your boss who was in a mood. Apparently, he and Paul had gotten in a tiff and subsequentially Martin was making everyone work without break in order to finish the album as soon as possible. He had mumbled something about getting away from Paul as quickly as possible.

Being as hungry as you were you took out the biscuits and lunch you had prepared the night before and went to hide from your boss not wanting to face his wrath.

George had an excellent sense of smell especially when it came to food (baked goods were his weakness) and had followed the smell to the storage closet you found. Opening the door he snickered at the position he found you in, cross-legged, sandwich in your mouth and guitars surrounding you.

“Don’t tell Martin, where I am.” You said, trying to swallow the food you had in your mouth.

“I won’t if you give me some of those biscuits.”

“Ah but I baked those last night,” you whined, not wanting to give up the hard work you put into baking.

“Is that Martin I hear approaching?” He said with a raised eyebrow. You pouted before nodding in agreement to his demand. At the gesture he plopped down beside you, he was a mess of limbs in the already cramped quarters.

Turning to you he flashed you a smile, “Pleasure doing business with you, YN.”

“You remembered my name?” He reached over to your side, aiming to get the container filled with biscuits, his face was inches from yours, you could feel his warm breath. You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes but not before glancing at his lips. It was unfair that a person could be so handsome at any angle.

“Of course I know your name, you’re an integral part of the team,” he replied without missing a beat. You don’t know how long you stayed in that position, too entranced by his eyes that made you forget you were in a cramped storage closet. Eventually, you snapped back to reality, clearing your throat you proceeded to stand up.

“I’ll see you around the studio, George.”

Exiting the closet and heading towards the mixing room where you knew Martin awaited you, you heard George call your name. He had jogged to catch up to you, “YN! We are having a party later today if you want to stop by and be my date?”

“I don’t know, I don’t usually make a habit of going out with extortionist.” You teased before continuing, “I’ll have to see how much we finish of the mixing, but I won’t make any promises.” You felt bad to be the reason why his smile faltered, but there was a part of you that knew that getting involved with a rockstar especially one that you worked with, no matter how handsome they are, was a terrible idea.

His offer was on your mind the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but imagine yourself being with him.

Standing outside their home you debated on knocking or just forgetting about the whole thing and heading back home. The decision was made for you when the door opened to reveal an already drunk George, staggering to get some fresh air. Looking out into the street he immediately focused on you, the smile that engrossed his face was enough to melt your resolve and walk towards him.

“You made it YN, I was hoping you would,” he said a bit more loudly than what was necessary. You could smell the alcohol coming off of him and wondered just how much he had to drink already. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, at the sight of you the other boys snickered.

“Looks like we finally hear the end of George going on about you YN.” John

Turning to George you quirked an eyebrow, “I hope all good things,”

“There isn’t anything bad I could say about you, YN.” He replied, running a hand through your hair.

You nervously wrung your hands, “You look like you’ve had fun tonight.”

“It’s even better with you here. Can I get you something to drink?” He asked walking towards the drink station. You asked him to surprise you and the two of you went to find a place to comfortable sit and talk. The rest of the night the two of you just talked about anything and everything. You were constantly laughing and putting a hand on his knee while he kept his around your waist, using his thumb to stroke you.

“I want to be with you YN. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t about you. Every time I catch a glimpse of you in the studio it's like there is no one else but you. You make me mad, YN.”

“George I like you too but what will Martin and the others say, I can-” he kissed you before you could finish. You couldn’t help but freeze up and when he pulled away you could see the worry in his face that he had overstepped. You decided to throw all inhibition and apprehension for the future aside, grabbing his shirt you pulled him into a kiss; trying to convey all the emotions you had been trying to stifle the last few months.

The two of pulled away for air, resting on each other's forehead. “Is that a yes?” He breathed out.

“I think I might need a bit more convincing,” you replied smiling as you leaned in again.

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honeysuckleharrison · 5 years

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Run For Your Life Part XI

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- Angst, drugs, cursing, and more angst

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George. There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.

Word count- 1.1k

Disclaimer/ AN- So hi, this is the first fic I've published. This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality. For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth. Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment don't be afraid to talk to me. I hate this chapter but enjoy.

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Part XI

Paul had never admitted it before, ever, but he was in love with y/n. Being that she was John's sister, he would never tell. And not to mention she always had a thing for George. But Paul had taken something particularly strong tonight. So he already forgot that Ringo told him that George and y/n we're dating, and he felt ready to admit his love.

Did he just? John thought is he really calling? There's No way. John knew there was no way paul was calling his little sister drunkenly at 2am, so he stayed outside the door to listen, just to make sure.

"Yeah, y/n this is Paul, I know John would be mad but wanna see each other when i get back?"

He is really trying to get in my little sisters pants right now, Is he serious? John thought. John reached for the handle, but right before he opened the door, Paul spoke again.

"What do you mean you don't like me like that? I saw the way you looked at me in the studio, all blushing and giggling."

So I wasn't imagining that, John thought. She was being flirty in the studio. John had noticed, but he didn't think much of it. But who was she being flirty with? Who does she like. it's not Paul, he just got rejected, and Ringo's pretty serious with Maureen, and George just left with a girl. John was confused at this point. His thoughts started becoming more irregular. John started feeling a little dizzy and closed his eyes to think. Wait a second. So Ringo's in a serious relationship. The dizziness got worse. Paul got rejected, So. Shit, did i take something. He wondered, trying to find a reason for his dizziness, and increasing head pain. No, I promised Cynth I wouldn't. I didn't take anything. He opened his eyes. Things were blurry, and colors changed. So it must have been George. Holy fuck. Years ago they kissed or something didn't they? The memory came back to him. John couldn't think anymore. His head became too confused, and the colors on the wall danced. Paul spoke again from the room

"Oh yeah, you are dating-" He was cut short by something, but continued after a few seconds, "What, no Ringo told me, I remember now, sorry, you'll have to excuse me I'm a little drunk."

John's head was in excruciating pain at this point He hissed with pain from the hallway, loud enough for Paul to realize he was still out there. Paul threw the phone on the floor and ran out.

"Oh my god, no, John, you heard all of that? Oh no. It's not what it sounds like I promise." But John didn't hear what he said.

"Paul, you fucker, did you spike my drink again." John hollored. He was on the floor holding his head in his hands at this point.

"Oh my god John I'm sorry I did. I didn't expect to leave the bar early I-" Paul said.

"Fuck you, Paul, I promised Cynth i would stay sober tonight." John said, getting up "I have to get back to her. She's so pretty i need to see her."

John got off the floor successfully, and started to walk towards his room, which wasn't far. Everything danced in his mind, but the only thing that mattered to him right now was getting to Cynthia. Paul watched in shock, and regret as John just got passed the fact that everyone was after his sister, and he was only worried about Cynth.

As John reached the door, Paul just stood in the hallway in shock. John was going to kill someone by the end of this.

"Cynthia, my love." John said, stepping into his room. Cynthia was still waiting for him. She looked at his eyes and immediately knew what was happening.

"John, no," She said as she pushed him away from here "You're high again."

"It's- It's not my fault, I swear love." John said, struggling to get each word out. But it didn't matter. John had come back to her high, when she had begged him not to. Cynthia was close to losing it at this point. Her face was red with anger.

"I don't care, John, just leave me alone." she snapped at him.

"No, please Cynth, I love you. Your so pretty, look at you." he said reaching his hand out to touch her arm. She pulled away quickly.

"Just go. Go to Ringo's room, go anywhere

"I just don't wanna see you like this." Cynthia begged.

"No, please, Babe I didn't mean to. I-"

"No, John. You had your chance. I begged you not to do this. Go."

John was near tears, and Cynthia was already crying. John tried to help her, but she just pushed him away again. They were both hurt, but John couldn't comprehend the severity of the situation. Regardless, he knew he had to leave his love. So he made his way out the door, And down the hall.

Ringo answered the door, a little shocked. John could smell the alcohol on Ringo, and Ringo could see John's pupils.

"How can I help you?" Ringo asked.

"Cynth kicked me out cause Paul spiked me." John admitted, and immediately started sobbing. Ringo patted his back, and guided him into the door.

"It's ok John, you're alright." Ringo comforted him. Ringo himself wasn't sober either. He wasn't thinking straight.

"Lay down, John. It'll wear off by the morning."

John had tripped before. He knew that you couldn't sleep after you took something like this. This night was already hell on earth, but it would get worse.

John followed Ringo's command, and laid down on the bed. The cheap hotel room was dark. It was silent except for Johns heavy breathing. He was sweating, and looked scared. He just laid there with his hands at his side's, perfectly still. Ringo laid in the other bed in the room, and had the same worried expression he had been wearing for the whole tour. He didn't even bother to change, or tuck himself in. He realized that telling Paul was a mistake. and he just wanted to sleep it all off. John looked around the room. Only God knew what he was experiencing right now. Ringo looked at him and made a decision. John was high, he wouldn't remember, and it wouldn't be long until Paul told him anyways.

"John?" Ringo whispered in the darkness.

"R- Ringo?' John said. He sounded confused. It was strange to be on a trip while being confined to this room.

"Your sister's hookin' up with George."

"R- Really?"

"Yeah. I caught them at me flat just before we left." Ringo informed him.

"Awww. Good for them." John laughed.

"Wait, really?"

John didn't answer. He just laid there giggling.

Ringo felt so bad. John got kicked out, his sister and Goegre were sneaking around, and he couldn't even understand what was happening. Paul drugged him.

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Into His Arms (Mcstarr)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.8k

Chapters: 1/1

Pairing: Paul McCartney/Ringo Starr

Note: This is a birthday gift to my amazing writing partner Angie @givemepeaceangie !!!! I hope you like it!!! Finally got me to write some Mcstarr!

Agonizing was the writers room that evening. George was strumming away fiddling with his guitar for nearly an hour. The four Beatles were exhausted, Brian had arranged for them to make a film. Ringo had re-read the script nearly 3 times now, and the description of the it seems simple enough. He himself had a particularly interesting part, lots of screen time he supposed, but at this point Ringo was far too distracted to remember exactly what he was doing. Though George was bored out of his brains trying to find the chord on his guitar, Ringo was currently preoccupied with the view of his doe-eyed band mate currently leaning against a drawing table, -quite sexily- he might add.

Paul and John were endlessly knocking lyrics together ever since the director had informed them they had a week to write 12 songs for the movie’s album and production. Day one had proved productive. Paul appeared excited at first, Ringo knew his tell-tale signs, tapping his feet to really good rhymes that fit his lyrics, the flutter of his lashes when he scribbled down the next verse, how his teeth would peak through his lips when he smiled down at his writings. Ringo thought it was absolutely spectacular when Paul’s smile dimpled out his round rosy cheeks.

He’s happy. He enjoys this so much.

Once things got a bit more tiresome though, John was getting massively frustrated. The two had hit a stopping block, a bad one.

“Well, I’ll tell you what money can’t buy me- A DECENT FUCKING LYRIC.” John groaned (he mad :o ).

Paul scratched the back of his neck, he too was no longer quite feeling the creative flow they had started the evening with. Ringo frowned, poor Paul must be out of it, he hasn’t even eaten-

Wait!!! That’s it! Ringo shuffled around the drawing table quickly. He sifted for a pen from the desk drawer. Paul had his back turned, still rowing about that infernal lyric with John.

Ringo leaned onto the table, and caught onto Paul’s copy of the unnamed movie script. He hastily scrawled onto it. A small little message for his Paulie to see.

Ringo was nearly about to make his sneaky escape before turning round to a very familiar face.

“Hey there cutie, what have you got?” Paul winked, his face dangerously close to Ringo’s at the moment. Paul had a flirty way about him, especially with Ringo. They were dating after all, but- Paul made sure to kick his flirtations up to 100 when they were in public. He just loved to see Ringo melt with the slight bat of an eye. His Ringo.

“OH- hey Paulie… I’ve just got… um-” Ringo felt his cheeks redden. “ T-this…” Ringo felt his hand grip behind the table. “This- THIS PEN! I’ve got this pen.” Ringo whipped the pen from behind his back, thinking he had made the smoothest getaway. (George was in the background facepalming himself for how VeRy nOt smooth that was.)

Paul decided to take the bait despite knowing Ringo was lying. He was just too cute, and oh-so nervous.

“Well that's a very nice pen love! But- looks like we are calling it a night though. Do pardon my reach…” Paul lean ever so close allowing his breath to ghost over Ringo’s, then in so suave move, swiped his movie script from the table behind him, and quickly retreated from Ringo’s space leaving the lad blushing beet red.

Ah yes, the McCartney charm has struck again, with poor Ringo as a casualty (again).

As quick as Paul came he was already heading out the door with George and John ahead of him. It took a few seconds for Ringo to remember how legs worked, but once he did, he was stumbling after his boyfriend.

When he caught up to there cab out front, which would then take them back to their respective London apartments, he caught a glimpse of Paul reading his note, and the soft smile that it received. Paul pressed the pages against his chest, and looked breathlessly over to Ringo.

“I’d love to.”

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“Hey go easy on the pizza!” Ringo chided as he watched Paul chow down on his fifth slice in 10 minutes. “Your going to give yourself a tummy ache.”

Paul and Ringo had snuggled up on the couch for the night. Pizza and a movie was their favorite past time after a busy day, the problem was they could never seem to find anything decent to watch, so they end up settling on ridiculous comedy shows.

To be fair, they didn’t end up paying much attention (as per usual) not when Paul would incessantly tickle Ringo’s side, or kiss his cheeks.

“Paul! I’m trying to watch!” Ringo sputtered as he wiggled about on the couch.

“Can’t I give you a thank you first?” Paul said, butting out his bottom lip, but clearly just wanting to get more of his adorable boyfriend’s attention.

“Rings, you gave me the sweetest little note today, let me give you some attention huh?”

Ringo smiled, and snuggled closer to Paul. Paul looked down to Ringo’s eyes, and his body just automatically relaxed.

“Your eyes Rings… you know I love those precious eyes.” Paul pressed his forehead to Ringo’s.

“Let me get lost them.”

This- was Ringo’s favorite thing. Paul loved his eyes, when they had budded feelings for eachother Paul made it clear he admired Ringo’s bright blue eyes, so big and beautiful. Sweet and soft. Just like you. Paul would say. When they pressed close like this, it was as if there was nothing else in the world that could-

“Love-”

Ringo quirked his brow.

“Yes? Pa-”

“No no no! That’s it! Money can’t buy me LOVE!”

Paul had suddenly stood up from the couch leaving Ringo completely wide eyed.

“Oh! The song, well, that's wonderful Paul, I suppose tomorrow you can-”

“I’ve got to go see John! Oh gosh! I can feel it now! If we get to writing, the rest of the song will be finished by tonight!”

“Tonight?”

“Oh! Love, the pizza was great! The perfect recharge I needed!” Paul leaned over the couch pressing a chaste kiss to Ringo’s lips and reaching for his coat. Not even hearing the protests in his voice.

“Thank you, you really know what I need. I’ll be back later, you can have the rest of my share of the pizza!” With that Paul was already out the door to John’s, and Ringo was nothing if not at least… a little disappointed.

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Nearly halfway through the week John and Paul had cranked out over 7 songs. Working day and night, passing out surrounded my scraps of lyrics, strumming their fingers numb, and playing exuberant rhythms on the piano non-stop.

They still had 5 more to go, and Paul woke up early to play his next work-in progress on the studio piano, of course that meant not disturbing Ringo when he snuck away to get these lyrics tied to some chords. It had been like this for days, and Ringo almost felt guilty about feeling so put off. Paul had such a creative flow, and always needed to get it out as soon as he could, but this week. He could barely get anytime with just the two of them. Paul was restless. At night when Paul slept (if you call it sleeping) he tossed and turned, restlessly humming his latest concoction.

George and Ringo shared the cab drive to the studio, and he could feel George’s sense of woe in the air. He could see right through Ringo and see how underwhelmed he was. He almost wanted to ask the guitarist for advice, but decided against it. Ringo knew it wasn’t Paul’s fault. He had a deadline afterall, it just seemed he would have to power through for a few more days. That’s all. Right? He could handle it.

Upon arrival to the studio George quickly picked at his guitar. He was still fiddling away with that same bloody chord. (hmm…)

Ringo nearly settled by his kit when he saw Paul was standing about, sipping coffee in the lounge, a room over. Alone. Unoccupied.

This was it! Some time alone! Some time with his Paulie!

Ringo snuck over to Paul near the couch, and gently rested a hand to his shoulder, giving a gentle rub to it. Ringo felt Paul’s shoulders tense- then relax in realization. This was their “thing”, reassurance, they were kings at it. Ringo knew every once in while Paul need some gentle touch to loosen up. In fact- Ringo knew of many ways to loosen Paul up, one in particular that was most effective.

“Mmm hello there sleepy head, I didn't wake you up this morning did I?” Ringo softened and wrapped his arms round’ Paul’s waist.

“No… not once, love.”

Not even to say good morning, or kiss him goodbye.

“Oh good! I’d hate to wake you. I just had to get this next song down perfectly, wanted to get it written before lunch.”

“Mmhmm course’.” Ringo said getting that put off feeling. He just- needed attention- lots of it.

“Paul sit with me please?”

Ringo let go of Paul’s waist and sat on the couch. Paul smiled and followed suit. “Sure love! Something on your mind?”

Ringo got dry mouthed. He completely forgot where he was going with this (same).

He wasn’t even sure what was on his mind other than the fact that he was needy for some kind of OH-

Paul had leaned in, and was suddenly giving Ringo a rather strong kiss. Finally.

Paul was nearly all over Ringo. Hands both cupping his face with slowly pushing him father into the couch. Not to Ringo’s protest whatsoever.

This was very much attention that Ringo had wanted, although, Paul did love kissing, didn't matter where or when. As long as Ringo was near, typically Paul was doting on him with scattered kisses on his lips and cheeks.

Ringo desired something different, he wanted to be held. This was where the “loosening” came in. In the midst of Paul soft lips sliding with his own. Ringo reached a hand into the thin nape of Paul’s neck. He let his finger caress it slightly, testing to make sure he had the right spot. When Paul gave a relaxed gasp into his mouth he knew he hit the jackpot.

Ringo gave his neck another scratch and felt Paul start to melt over him. His limbs already going slack.

“Rings- loveeeeee you know how I get when you…” Ringo knew exactly how Paul got. Paul got sleepy. It was Paul’s “off switch”. Ringo discovered it ages ago, but all week never got any time alone to use it. Now Paul could get some rest and Ringo could get some cuddles. He already felt Paul let out some sleepy giggles as he wasn’t even trying to fight Ringo off. He had rested his head on Ringo chest in fact and was nearly in full cuddle mode-

“Well I see the love birds are already nestin’ right in the middle of the studio. Filthy animals you lot are.” John quipped as he himself passed in front of the two with an evil grin. John loved teasing the two of them, and though typically it was received in good spirits, Ringo was just- so close to his cuddles!!!!

He could feel Paul already pulling off Ringo’s chest. (Dammit John!)

“No more filthy than you alone ya git’.” Paul laughed sending back his own charming scorch.

“Got that next bit we need for George’s song yet?”

Ringo’s cuddles were long gone. All work and no play for ol’ Lennon-McCartney.

“Not quite, but I think I’ve got another song I want to run by you. As long as Ringo doesn't mind me cutting in.” John winked playfully to Ringo. His face already getting redder by the second.

“Oh piss off John and get to that piano! Don’t tease im’.” Paul planted a small kiss to Ringo’s temple before finally shoving John into the recording doors.

Once again- Ringo was alone. He needed to change his tactics if was going to get any of Paul’s attention.

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George was inhaling a sandwich when Ringo decided to bring over his inquiries. Best timing. If George was eating, he was most likely happy. George was his happiest when he had something in his mouth.

Ringo must have smelled like fear at this point, because he didn't even say a word before George read him like a book.

“You need to be more straightforward with him.”

Ringo twisted his face. “What? How did you?”

“Your not subtle, at least- not for me. John and Paul are in they’re “zone”, they can’t see anything but music and each other right now. There's only one way to get past that, and that’s head first. Dive in.”

George took another bite and watched the poor drummer try to let it all sink in. It wasn’t that Ringo didn't know John and Paul were close, but sometimes that “zone” seemed so impenetrable. Seeing them bond so closely sometimes made Ringo feel as though Paul deserved better. Paul knew Ringo had worries like that, and tried his very best to comfort Ringo, and shield him from those thoughts. Paul wanted him, and him alone.

Maybe George was right… he just needed to go in head first, or- maybe… feet first? Is it the head or feet? Oh- who cares! He was going to get held one way or another!

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This was it. The last day, all 12 songs completed, and now Paul, George and John were setting up for some of these damn songs to get recorded. Paul was talking to George about the lead for “And I Love Her”. Ringo needed to make his move now. He couldn’t stand it anymore! He couldn't bear another second of it. Now or never-

“Perfect riff George! That fits just right.” Paul commended while George played an excellent intro riff to the fluid chord changes.

“Thanks Paul, but I wanted you to take a look at my 12 string. I’ve had the chord in mind, not sure where to add it’, but my tune may be off.” George picked off his Rickenbacker, and handed it off to Paul.

“Paulie! Catch me!”

It all happened so fast, the moment of truth! Ringo ran to Paul arms outstretched. All that love and affection in him coming to tide. Ringo leapt up into Paul’s arm. Supporting his arms around Paul’s neck. Ringo never felt Paul react faster, both bewildered, but flattered by the ordeal. Paul McCartney? FLATTERED. Currently giggling lovingly at his Ringo whose legs were dangly over his forearm, making Paul look like a pretty prince holding his adorned.

“Ringo! What’s this all about?” Paul giggled pressing their foreheads together in embrace, staring into those big blue eyes.

“I-I’ve missed you Paulie…” Ringo spoke softly, which only set off Paul to give him the sweetest kiss on the cheek. Paul finally seemed to realize he had been so busy, he completely neglected his own precious Ringo. I mean, he literally had to jump right into his arms to see it, but hey- it sure did the trick.

“Well you don't have to miss me anymore, I’ve got ya-”

“NO- NO no! This- I This is NOT what I meant when I said ‘diVe in’!” In the midst of the most glorious embrace to occur in the studio in the past century, it just so happens, it was also the place and time in which the most horrific display of instrumental abuse had occurred. Right. In. Front. Of. George’s. Eyes.

While the love birds were reconciling in a giggly bout of flirting, George was staring at his Rickenbacker currently adjacent on the floor. (Now with Goerge on his knees mourning its existence.)

“Oop! Sorry bout’ that George maybe it will be in tune now! Just needed a bit of a kick is all.”

“Yeah- or a fucking dr-”

“Oi! What’s all this?” John walked into the most bizarre display of his life. “What are you doing on the floor there Georgie?” John smirked, not really waiting for George to answer, and George not even intending to answer him.

“Paulie, bad news, we need one more song. Director says movie needs a title song, a real biter.”

Ringo smiled. All this time, at least he got something from Paul. He was holding him real close in his arms, resting on Paul’s chest, even if it was brief, this is what he had wanted all along. “Sup’ose you got another Hard Day’s Night then Paul?” Ringo lipped, giving Paul an approving look to show it didn't bother him anymore, he knew writing made Paul happy.

Paul blushed and shook his head. “Maybe tomorrow, tonight I think someone else deserves some attention for a change.”

#the beatles #mcstarr #paul mccartney #Ringo Starr #beatles fic

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