#PIPE DOWN PAUL AND EAT YOUR PUDDING

[sweetlilpaulie]

Like father, Like son.

Paul X Reader

Request for Paul meeting The Parents. Yikes. Let’s see how this goes.

Warnings: Language

Enjoy, my cuties

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“(y/n), help! Please!” 

You turned to the cute Beatle.

“Paul, I understand the whole ‘dress to impress’, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep bugging me about what tie you should wear.”

You turned back to the mirror and continued applying mascara.

“(y/n)...” Paul desperately pleaded, but you chose to ignore him. He looked frantically between the navy and the red one.  He decided finally that he didn’t want to risk it, and chose the plain black one instead.

His hands were so shaky, they repeatedly messed up the knot he had done thousands of times. 

You were done getting ready and noticed your lover’s plight. 

“Aw, poor darling is so nervous he can’t even fix up his own tie.” you teased.

Pouting, he handed the fabric to you. “Go, on. I can’t do it.”

Smirking, you tied it up for him. “Paul, you need to relax. My parents aren’t going to massacre you and drink your blood. They are normal people, and I’m sure they’ll love you!”

He smiled lightly at your words, but still fidgeted the entire ride to your home.

Then, you were at the door.

He was breathing heavily.

You glanced up at him. 

“Paul.” 

He looked down at you.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it assuringly. 

You knocked on the door.

It sprung open instantly.

There stood your mother and father.

“Mum, Dad!” you hugged them tightly.

“This is my boyfriend, Paul McCartney.”

Your mother smiled kindly, and shook his hand

“Hello, Paul.”

“Ello, Mrs. (y/l/n).”

Your father shook his hand firmly.

“Good strong handshake, says a lot about a man.” he nodded in approval.

“Well, come in!” mother welcomed you both into the house.

Still holding his hand, you pulled gently, coaxing him inside.

“Please, sit.” Mrs. (y/l/n) gestured for you both to have a seat.

“Dinner should be in soon. I’ll get you some refreshments.”

“Oh, mother, don’t worry about that! Paul brought wine.” you emphasized that it was his idea.

“Oh, how thoughtful of you dear, thank you!” 

He handed her the wine, grinning. “Oh, it was no problem.”

She left with the drink and you and Paul sat on the sofa across from your father who was relaxing and smoking a pipe. 

“So, how did you two meet?”

You glanced at each other. 

You had been expecting the question, and knew he wouldn't approve of the truth. 

So you twisted it a little.

Hey, you weren’t lying! You just left a few things out.

“Well, Paul was doing a concert and I happened to be in the front row. Said he noticed me, and wanted to talk to me after. We went for drinks and he gave me his number.” Along with a nice shag you thought, but you kept that bit to yourself.

“That’s how we started going steady.”

He nodded and continued at his pipe.

Mother came back into the room. “(y/n), would you mind...?”

“Of course mother!” you stood up and followed her. You glanced back at a terrified Paul, and your inquisitive father. He had started asking another question, but you left before you could hear it.

“You know were the plates are.”

You nodded, and started to set the table. 

“So, how long have you been dating Paul?”

“About a year and four months.”

“Hmmm. Not your longest relationship.” she hummed mostly to herself. 

You frowned.

“I’m a lot more mature than I was four years ago, mother. This man means the world to me. And he feels the same.”

She said nothing after that, just checked up on the roasting chicken in the oven.

Once you had set the table and mum had placed the food on it, you called in the boys. 

Putting out his pipe, Mr. (y/l/n) walked into the dining room followed by a pale faced Paul.

“Darling, are you alright?” you whispered to him.

He swallowed, but then nodded, looking at you. 

You sat across from your mother, sitting next to Paul and your father.

Just before you and Paul were going to dig in, your father cleared his throat. 

“We like to say a prayer of thanks before we eat.”

You raised my eyebrow. Since when had your parents become religious?

But, you bowed your heads in reverence anyway as father prayed for the meal.

“Amen.”

You dug in.

The rotisserie chicken was succulent, along with the mince pies and Yorkshire pudding.

“Thank you so much Mrs. (y/l/n), the dinner was excellent.” Paul complimented.

Your mum blushed and muttered a thank you.

“One last question for you Mr. McCartney.”

Paul swallowed.

“Yes?”

“How much do you love my daughter?”

He relaxed. 

Looking you straight in the eye he replied “More than anything else in the world.”

He turned back to your father, confidence in his eyes for the first time tonight “I love your daughter, and I always will. I hope one day, I will be able to deserve her.”

All of your eyes widened.

“Paul, what are you saying..?”  you breathed.

He bit his lip.

“Well, this wasn’t really the way I wanted to ask you but...” he went down on one knee. “(Y/n) (y/l/n), Will you marry me?”

Your mouth stood agape, along with your parents’.

“Paul...”

“Please say yes.”

You grinned “Of course I will, you wanker!”

“(y/n), language!” your mother scolded, but smiling ear to ear, tears in her eyes.

“I guess now would be the time I would ask you for a blessing?” Paul held you close.

Your father made no movement. It was impossible to try and read his face in this moment.

Then he smiled. 

“I can see you love her. I give you my blessing. Your a good man Paul.”

Paul grinned “Thank you! This means so much to me!” he goes to give him a hug. Your father shoved him away. 

“The affection is not necessary.” 

“Can’t I at least play a song?”

“Oh, we’d love to hear you play!” you mother exclaimed. Your father nodded in agreement.

“Go on, then.”

Paul sat at the piano and began to play.

“Wise men say, 

Only fools rush in, 

but I can’t help,

falling in love with you.”

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