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overthe3dge · 3 months

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Congratulations | Johnnie Guilbert

Pairing: Johnnie Guilbert x y/n

Type: angst/fluff

Summary: Johnnie and y/n are dating and he wants to propose to her, but is anxious about it.(one shot)

(written in 3rd pov)

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They had a problem proposing their feelings to each other. When they eventually did,they felt like living became a lot easier,weight on both their shoulders and mind disappeared. But guess the weight didn't disappear without a trace. It came back,stronger than before their relationship. Thoughts were crushing their, graceful,full of love and mutual feelings, dance. Especially his.

Once he found himself at the balcony of their shared apartment,he immediately reached for a cigarette. He was smoking for a long time,which he thought was long,but actually wasn't. His hands became barren cold,but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was her and how to make everything right,without accidentally hurting her. His thoughts were annoying and making him sick like the problem was a queen bee and others were messing around like her workers.

After an hour he was freezing,but didn't notice until his cigarette dropped from his hold. He went inside. Without a mission he was tracing circles on the ceiling whilst sitting on the couch,which they bought together,a month after their moving into this apartment. The property was quite spacious,it was perfect fit for the pair.

Often they were called "the perfect pair" everything seemed great and it indeed was. Actually they're still going strong,they're truly in love with each other. They never get tired of one another,they're always together. They are inseparable. Some think it's too much. But as long they are happy,they are in their own little bubble. If something happened they get separated,but incredibly quickly reunite.

He got tired and got up from the couch. He knew he still wouldn’t be able to fall asleep,so he took sleeping pills. He had problems with sleeping when he was feeling anxious. He also had migraine. His migraines were massive when he wasn't with her,mostly on holidays when they went to their parents'. No one understood why it happens so strangely. Even they didn't. So it felt like heaven with her by his side. She had little problems with expressing her thoughts and he always nudges her and suggests right words. They were and are a perfect match. She was Paul to his John. They added something to each other,but still were themselves. Speaking of music,they even had nearly identical taste. They could often find something new and they both would love it.

Intimacy in their relationship is something they never could live without. From the start they were sleeping in one another's beds. Sleeping not as making love,which they also counted as a huge thing,but as in resting their bodies and minds in bed. They both felt like it was a thing that was building their trust. But the truth is that they already knew that they could trust each other with their lives and souls.

He went to bed. He laid down to his heavenly match. A girl that will never be replaced. She was a fast and heavy sleeper,completely opposite from him. They were opposites in a lot of things,but these little things only made their love even more exciting,sometimes in a childish way, the way that was actually more important than other. Cause healing their inner children was a ritual that they went through together. They cried and laughed together. She wasn't a crier,but he was. Again,complete opposites. Every serious talk that they had was therapeutic in different ways.

They don't need anyone. They have themselves.

They were just like his thoughts, misguided ghosts traveling endlessly in their own little world.

Most of the bugs in his head were about marriage. He didn't propose to her,but he was suppressing his want of doing it. He was scared,so was she. She had a feeling that it will happen soon. Marriage was a thing that she wanted to end up doing. A husband,kids,happy family. It's a list of things that she wants to achieve and earn by the end of her life. But she was scared, just like him, to tick all these things off her "to do before death" list. Her parents weren't really approving their affair,but still wanted them to marry,they were conservative and kind of religious people. His parents were totally chill about everything,they loved her,she loved them,their feelings were mutual. They never pressured him,unlike her ancestors.

If you think they were in debt and couldn't afford a wedding,rings and etc, you are wrong. They had enough money for everything. It wasn't a problem for them. He already had the ring for her. He bought it a month after they met for the first time,two days after they shared their first kiss. He didn't think much of it. He just wanted to make her officially his. He wanted to put a ring on her finger immediately,but he knew she would think that he's crazy of some sort. So he didn't end up doing it. Then he had a plan to propose to her 3.5 months into their mutual love connection. He even planned a date for them at a concert. Yep,a concert. She was in love with music and connected a huge part of her life with it. She also was a musician,a very talented one. He planned to finally make her his meanwhile her favorite song was playing along. "The masterpiece" in her opinion, didn't exactly match the event,but it worked for him. Did he propose? No. But they had a very passionate make out session. He only was thinking about her and also all he was seeing was her. His gaze was locked on her. Her face,her body,the way her hair bounced while she was jumping up and down and singing her heart out to songs,she heard more than thousands of times. He just forgot. He was so focused on his future that he found himself enjoying seeing her in her prime days,present,when she's free and infinite. He just didn't want to pull her down like a balloon that wants to fly into the sky.

He understood that they were just getting started. He has lived without her for longer time than he has with her. He waited for her,as it felt like, everlong.

#johnnie guilbert #jake webber #jake and johnnie #tara yummy #emo #fanfic #Spotify #sam and colby

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appleciders · 10 months

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1x03 | 1x05 | 1x08 | 1x10

[ID: four gifs of Grace throughout Bad Sisters. ID credit to @dagswaniels, with some additions!

Grace is asleep, dreaming about her and John Paul's cabin exploding. As she dreams, her face appears troubled. Her left hand, prominently displaying her wedding ring and holding knitting needles with teal yarn, twitches.

In another scene, Grace is knitting a red scarf, but she pauses as she looks out the window, then glances over to the side table where a picture of her, Blanaid, and John Paul is sitting. The walls behind her are teal.

Grace is watching TV, holding a ball of teal yarn in one hand and winding it with the other, wrist still wrapped from her fall. The pillows behind her are also teal.

Clearly emotional and exhausted, Grace sits on a teal couch in her and John Paul's cabin, knitting a red scarf as she watches a movie on the TV. Her brows twitch at something onscreen.

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#bad sisters #badsistersedit #grace williams #this was soooooo good i might make another couple sets about it too #my edit #tysm again for the image description!! added some more of the colors bc i think they go hard with the color symbolism in this show #hope that's okay

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crepesuzette2023 · 5 months

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18. for j/p please! :3

Thank you for the lovely prompt! <3

Kiss fic game—18: As encouragement (John & Paul)

The song is about me, Paul thinks, or would have thought, if he were still thinking about it in words. Years have passed since he and John wrote their first songs together, each one believing he was alone in wanting this (the thing they still won’t name, theirs), and by now, they’re past language. They communicate in songs, it’s true, but it’s not just about the words. It’s about feelings and memories, images, certain phrases they both recognize. It’s about reality and fantasy mixed.

When Paul thinks the song is about me, it is a feeling, first and foremost: of being in the song, of being seen and addressed. Undressed.

They’re sitting on the couch in John’s room, Daddy’s room. It feels as if it’s been years since someone disturbed them, but it’s only been an hour, and it’s the middle of the day, too, not midnight, even though it feels like midnight. The rest of the world is that quiet.

John is singing about him in the careless sandpaper voice that makes everything of his sound like a confession. He’s strumming his guitar, not perfect, but on point, and his lips shape words about a girl—a difficult girl, hard to please, impossible to leave.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story

Yes, Paul thinks—

All about the girl who came to stay

She’s the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry

Still you don’t regret a single day

And then the refrain. A single, drawn-out word, and in between a sharp intake of breath.

Ah, girl

It sounds like sex. Like the kind of sound Paul imagines John to make by himself, lost in a fantasy of pleasure and pain. Humiliation, too, but there is nothing humiliating about the song, which is brilliant, hypnotic—pure in the way only John’s songs can be.

Paul joins in with the snickering rhythm they’ve come up with together:

She’s the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there

You feel the fool

When you say she’s looking good she acts as if it’s understood

She’s cool

Ooh ooh

Ooh girl

Girl, girl

It’s starting to get to Paul. John’s breathing is caressing him and sliding inside him like fingers. The girl he’s singing about is cool, but Paul is not—he can act it, and at times he’s grateful when people complain they can’t get close to him because he’s too nice—serves them right—he’s not everyone’s. But with John breathing a whole song into the one he’s singing, Paul can’t help it: he’s melting. Not the way ice is melting, but the way rock is melting. He’s glowing.

Only John can do this, expose himself like this without being weak.

When I think of all the times, I tried so hard to leave her

She would turn to me and start to cry

And she promises the earth to me and I believe her

After all this time I don’t know why

God, Paul had been angry when he’d first heard that verse, but in the strange way their songs are both true and unreal, John had tried to leave, and Paul had…not cried as such, but close enough.

And at the same time: not at all.

Did John really feel Paul had promised him the earth? Had Paul done this? Yes, he thinks. Of course. That was our deal from the start…

Paul’s mind ties itself up in knots. They stop playing at the same time. Don’t stop the music, Paul thinks. It’s too difficult between them without it.

Except, of course, the music is always there.

“I’m not sure about this one,” John says.

“Why not?”

“It’s too…”

Paul waits.

“Too harsh, maybe?”

Paul knows what he means. The next verse, they’ve written together, about the girl’s self-abnegation, her belief in suffering and in making others suffer. A critique of religion, yes, but also a critique of Paul, one Paul does not agree with. But he helped John write it, because it works for the song, and with them, music always comes first.

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure

Will she still believe it when he’s dead?

It’s a good song. Better than good. Every word of it is true, all of it, even though it never happened, not like this.

“Hey. John. I think it works you know.”

“Not too much of a drag?”

“No, it’s just right.” Paul plays the Greek dance melody he tagged on to the ending, and John smiles.

“Exotic, almost.”

“That’s it.”

They segue into Michelle, mangling the French without mocking the melody, which they both love, and John joins in for the second half of the bridge: I love you I love you I love you. They’re singing it like an idea, as always.

“You saved that song,” Paul says, not sure what he means, only that he means it.

“It has a similar rhythm to mine,” John says, and sings, emphasizing each syllable: Un til I do I'm ho ping you will know

what I mean

Paul answers:

Ah, girl—

Ah, girl…

And John starts laughing.

They stop playing, and before Paul can miss the music, he puts down his guitar and scoots closer to John, excited all of a sudden. He kisses him, intending a small kiss, a kiss of encouragement, an “it will be all right” kiss. Instead, he lingers, as does John, and they kiss each other slowly, ever more deeply. John’s guitar is still between them on John’s lap. Paul loops his arms around him and throws his leg over John’s and continues kissing him, half sitting. It scares him that John is holding back: allowing, but not taking.

Paul slides his tongue into John’s mouth, thinks of the word cool, cool, and shakes his head. And John touches him, finally: he runs his hands down Paul’s back, his fingertips leaving shivery hot trails to the left and the right of Paul’s spine. And there is the fire, wanting out.

“There.” John puts down his guitar.

They lie down on the sofa, restless, with little space to move, but move they do, slotted against each other precisely. Paul nestles himself into John’s arms and John squeezes his back with a mock-skeptical expression on his face, I’m not sure, do you have another? In response, Paul sucks a fold of flesh and blouse into his mouth and bites down. John draws a hissing breath, like his song.

Paul worms his hand between them, but stops himself. “I want us to be naked.”

John’s arms close around him. His voice sounds muffled. “Like the early days. When we couldn’t let go?” They undress quickly, and it takes an eternity. One of Paul’s legs is still inside his trousers when John pins him down and lies on top of him. Drags his teeth along his cheekbones, and finally takes his mouth.

#just me writing #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #beatles fanfiction

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muzaktomyears · 8 months

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Bruno treated us to what for him was a smile. “You boys will make the Indra into another Kaiserkeller,” he said. “No one comes to this place,” he admitted, stating the obvious. “But you’ll make it go when you make show.”

‘Make show’… that was the phrase we were going to have to learn to live with for a long time. Bruno, in his halting English, pronounced it ‘mack show’, which didn’t strike us as being all that amusing as we stood there like sacks of potatoes with our suitcases in hand.

“Where are we staying?” someone asked, trying to change the subject. By this time, we were all anxious to seek some escape in a comfortable night’s sleep in a cosy hotel bed. Misconception number two. Bruno led the way farther along to the wrong end of the street – to a dismal cinema called the Bambi Kino which showed third-rate Westerns and the occasional sex movie. We followed him round a corner to the rear of this drab flea-pit where he opened a door which gave on to nothing but pitch darkness. We trooped through and peering through the blackness made out a light some yards along what turned out to be a gloomy corridor. It came from a solitary light which attracted us towards it like moths; we began to run, leaving Bruno behind.

The light was coming from a room. Lennon got there first, heading the stampede, closely followed by Stu Sutcliffe, who was always somehow near John. George was just behind them and Paul and I were the last in the queue. It wasn’t a pretty sight that greeted us; a scruffy, barren room containing two single beds and an ancient couch.

“What the fucking hell?” Lennon exploded.

“Fuck me!” the rest of us said, almost in unison.

John and Stu commandeered a bed each. George staked his claim on the couch. It was the old story of first come, first served. Paul and I looked at each other, wondering what the floor felt like.

Bruno had caught up with us and tried to charm us with his smile. “But there are two more bedrooms,” he boasted; Paul and I immediately thought that possibly we were the lucky ones after all at the back of the line. A room each, we thought.

We saw them in the flickering glow of matches because these two rooms couldn’t muster a solitary bulb between them. They were two dungeons, which is how we referred to them from that moment. They measured about 5ft by 6ft and most of that was taken up by a single bed on which we dumped our cases.

“You could just about swing a cat in here,” Paul observed drily – “providing it’s got no tail!” We mouthed enough obscenities to paper a wall, but Bruno either didn’t understand or pretended not to. “Only temporary,” he kept saying, “only temporary.”

Paul sat down on his bed in the darkness and I heard the well-worn springs groan pitifully. I knew how they felt. So to bed on our first night in Hamburg, filled with disgust. The big stars from Liverpool… The Beatles!

Even in the daytime, we found, there was no light. Our billet was an extension built onto the rear of the cinema – right next to the toilets! We had to wash and shave in cold water in the cinema urinals – where sometimes the patrons of the Bambi Kino would surprise us and stand and stare at the haggard, black and white apparitions. Lennon, George and Stu were living in comparative luxury in their drab three-bed room some 25 yards along a corridor. Bruno’s ‘only temporary’ promise never did come true. We were doomed to the dungeons, which became home, stacked with guitar and drum cases and a collection of old laundry.

Paul and I never knew if it was night or day. We wrote letters home sitting on our beds with pocket torches strapped around our heads like miners’ lamps. Day after day we all complained to Bruno about the dingy squalor in which we were living. We pointed out that we were, after all, lads from decent middle-class backgrounds whose parents had scrimped and worked to try to give us a good education. What had we done to end up in Germany being treated like a bunch of dossers or winos ready to kip down anywhere for a night? Daily we were given the same smarmy smile and promises, promises. Bruno had once been a clown, we were told, but he certainly didn’t make us laugh.

Beatle! The Pete Best Story, Pete Best and Patrick Doncaster (1985)

#writing letters home with torches strapped to their heads😭#pete best #the beatles #hamburg

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paulscunt · 6 months

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so I'm crazy but I think john lennon's rock n roll album is about paul whether he wanted it to be or not. he didnt write any of the songs but it's all songs they were playing together in the very early days. it starts with be bop a lula which both of them have said was one the quarrymen were playing the day they met in 1957. my delusional ass can make every song @ paul but whatever

it ends with just because which is very... pointed. "just because you left and said goodbye, do you think that I will sit and cry. even if my heart should tell me so, darlin I would rather let you go. . . I know you think you're smart Etc etc" AND also, at the beginning of just because, john says "ah remember this? why, must've been 13 when this came out. or was it 14? or was it 22? couldve been 12 actually." but yknow when that song did come out? 1956, as a single by lloyd price. so who was probably sitting on his mummy's couch a year later listening to that with paul. bonus: this fucked up drunk version with some revealing lyric changes. he was a very sad boy at this point in time <3 might be one of my favorite recordings of him I've ever heard. its clearly over yoko bc it was her who left him and you can hear just how hurt he was. he repeats over and over "you think youre so smart." but "I'll never leave you" "I want permission from you" "I need your love so bad it hurts me" aaaahh they were so insane. anyway

the production of the album was such a mess for a whole year+ (late 1973 to early 75, johns prime time of getting fucked the fuck up. he was being sued for a lyric in come together, everyone in the sessions were drunk, phil spector disappeared with recordings and went into a coma after a car crash with them) john said it was cursed. and I personally love a good joke from the universe so to me its poetic that his messed up intense best friendship fed into that <3

#john lennon #john being a so so so sad boy

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okwritingandpain · 6 months

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 19

After the sing along at the diner, everyone was on better terms. John, Paul, and George were finally talking to each other again and everything seemed almost perfect. That was until--

"Who took my writing?" Y/N asked, searching through her drawer where she kept her book drafts. Ringo was looking through a magazine and looked up at her.

"Someone took your what?" He asked, walking over and looking into the drawer.

"My writing. It's missing!" Y/N panics. She had wrote a few chapters during her stay in the 1960s and she was hoping to take it with her back to her time.

"Well, let's find it!" Ringo walked out of her room and began searching the living room. The others were in the kitchen making dinner for the five of them. George noticed Ringo's sudden urgency as he threw pillows off the couch.

"What are you doing?" George took off his apron. He was mixing cookie batter for dessert.

"Y/N lost her writing." He explained, George began looking too and then John joined. Paul was trying to manage all the different course that the others were supposed to be working on. Y/N continued searching in her bedroom. Where had she put her writing? She was hoping to share it with the the others tonight.

"Are any of you going to come back and finish cooking?" Paul asked, but everyone ignored him. He glared at them as he continued to try and multitask. Y/N finally determined that her writing wasn't in her room, so she went out to help the others.

"Any luck?" She asked as everyone shook their heads. Paul looked away from everyone. John was under the dining table, searching through a basket that she had shoved under there a couple days before.

"Are you sure it's not in your bedroom?" George asked, sitting on the couch.

"Believe me it's not in there." She replied as they all thought for a moment.

"Is it at the studio?" John asked. That could be a possibility, but she hadn't brought her writing to the studio in a couple days. Paul seemed more annoyed than ever as he finished mixing the cookie batter. They kept suggesting things that seemed realistic, but she was always able to shoot down. Finally, Paul had had enough.

"Okay I took her writing!" He blurted, causing everyone to look at him with confusion. He couldn't have possibly taken her writing. She had never shared its location before.

"Really?" She asked a little defensive. He nodded, embarrassed. He walked over to his bag and pulled out her writing. He also pulled out another set of papers with music notes scribbled on it.

"Your work inspired a song." He said, handing his bandmates a set of music. "I call it 'Paperback Writer'." She watched him curiously as the others grabbed their instruments that were sitting in the corner of the room.

"I think that's rather lovely, but I don't think we should play it here. You know what happened last time..." She said, nervously. She didn't exactly want to be kicked out of her apartment. Paul made sure everything was turned off in the kitchen before motioning for them to follow him into the hallway. George and Ringo ran after him while John winked at Y/N. He led her out of her apartment and down the stairs. The others had already raced ahead and she could see them somewhere in the distance. John let out a chuckle as they ran up to the park nearby. At the entrance, people were parting for her to pass through. People were watching her and John move towards where the others were set up.

"Wait here." John smiled as he ran over to join the others. People watched her with bright smiles and cheering.

"Hello everyone." Paul yelled, "We have a new song to sing for you all more specifically, that lovely lady right there." He pointed at Y/N. She blushed as everyone looked at her again. "This song was based on what she does and what she loves to do. I hope you all get a chance to read her writing." Paul nodded to the others.

"Paperback writer (paperback writer)." They began to sing and the crowd cheered. Y/N blushed at the familiar song. "Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? It's based on a novel by a man named Lear. And I need a job. So I wanna be a paperback writer. Paperback writer." Her blushed deepened as people began to join in and crowd her. Girls were screaming in jealous rage and some were crying. Even some of the men were yelling in fury.

"She's so lucky!" One woman screamed loudly.

"It's a dirty story of a dirty man. And his clinging wife doesn't understand. His son is working for the Daily Mail. It's a steady job. But he wants to be a paperback writer. Paperback writer." They continued as they pointed at Y/N every now and again. Kids were dancing and she joined in with some of the younger kids. "Paperback writer (paperback writer)." She couldn't believe that they had written a song basically about what she did. It made her feel like she was going to cry. It made her think about the future as she wondered if she had fixed it or not. Was it some what back to normal again? "It's a thousand pages, give or take a few. I'll be writing more in a week or two. I could make it longer if you like the style. I can change it 'round. And I wanna be a paperback writer. Paperback writer."

"They wrote a song about her!" Another person screamed and Y/N couldn't help but try and conceal a laugh.

"If you really like it you can have the rights. It could make a million for you overnight. If you must return it you can send it here. But I need a break. And I wanna be a paperback writer. Paperback writer." Now everyone knew the lyrics and she began to sing along as well. Paul smiled at her as they finished the song with the repeated line, "Paperback writer". Once they were finished. Each ran up to her one at a time to give her a hug. First was Ringo who almost tripped on his way. next came George who shyly got past a few people before giving her a gentle hug. Next came John who kissed her hand jokingly in front of the screaming people. Last came Paul who gave her the warmest smile.

"Are you going away soon?" He asked out of the blue. She suddenly knew that they had to talk, but she didn't want this moment to end as she basked in the attention that she rarely got. After the band and her escaped the crowd, they went back to her apartment and Paul and Y/N talked in the kitchen.

"Did you have one of those weird dreams again or something?" She asked, making sure the others weren't eavesdropping.

"You could say that." He said, "It didn't show me much...just a better future for everyone and I know you want to go home, luv." Smiling at her, he handed her writing to her. She smiled.

"I appreciate all you've done for me." She said, softly. He let out a chuckle.

"I think we are the ones who should be saying that." He smiled as the others appeared behind her. "We've been working on a song that can take you into the future. You know without being hit by a car." She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. George and John gave each other a competitive look. Turning around, she kissed each of them on the cheek.

"We'll send you back tomorrow." George clapped his hands together as they sat down at the dining table.

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

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peaceloveandstarrs · 10 months

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John/Ringo 17?

to distract.

I whipped this up just now, hope it does the prompt justice!

John can tell Ringo is in his head again. The normally effervescent, happy-go-lucky man is quiet and reserved, only giving one- or two-word answers when someone asks him a question. And in the studio, he keeps to himself, seemingly content to let the others do their own thing without him. He sits behind his kit, smoking cigarette after cigarette, sometimes drinking. Paul, George, Mal, George Martin, they all ask if he's okay. And of course, Ringo says he is. Just an “off day”. He'll be fine. But John knows the truth. Ringo isn't okay, at least not now. After all, he's grown to know this Ringo all too well.

But he can't do what he wants to do while the others are around. He can't do the one thing he knows will distract Ringo from those voices in his head, the ones that tell him the band would be better with someone different. A drummer who could actually sing (John happens to love Ringo's singing voice, but he knows Ringo is insecure about it) and write songs. Someone better-looking. The voices that tell him that he doesn't matter. So while they're in the studio, John gives subtle affection when he can. An encouraging smile and praise after a take. A gentle pat on the back when nobody is looking. It isn't what he wants to do, but he can't do it in public. Not when he knows the others will be disgusted with him. Scouser men don't hug, much less what John wants to do. Not when something as simple as this is illegal. It pains him, but John is very good at hiding his emotions. He's done it all his life. Maybe he should go into real acting.

So when the session ends, they all leave separately. Ringo goes first, followed by George, then John a bit later after he and Paul finished some lyrics. John heads out when the song is deemed decent, going to the flat he shares with Ringo. Everyone thinks they're flatmates, living together out of convenience and not that kind of love. Fine with John, though sometimes he wishes he could be more open with it. Sometimes. On days when his struggles with his sexuality aren't overwhelming, that is. But that's a story for another day. Right now, Ringo is John's concern.

“Ringo?” John asks once he's inside, putting his keys in a small bowl on a table by the door.

Silence.

He goes into the living room, expecting Ringo to be on the sofa with a finger of whiskey. He looks over the back of the faded brown couch. Nothing. Ringo isn't in the kitchen, outside, anywhere John looks. And he searches the flat like a detective on the hunt for clues. So he goes to the only place left, their bedroom. He finds the door closed. Mystery solved. Just call him Sherlock Holmes. Or Sherlock Lennon, if he's being serious. John shakes his head, pushing the silly thought out of his mind. Now isn't the time to joke. He knows Ringo is far down the rabbit hole if he's closed himself in their bedroom. His heart sinks somewhere around the region of his stomach. He wishes he could silence those demons in Ringo's head, get the man to see that's just as good as the rest of the band. That they'd be lost without his steady backbeat, and, if he's honest with himself, his maturity. Ringo is the glue. The band would fall apart without him. He carefully knocks on the door.

“Richie? 'm home,” John says.

“'s good.”

“Can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure.”

So John opens the door and goes in, and what he sees is like a knife to his heart. He knows Ringo is small, but now he's positively miniscule. He's curled in on himself in as tight of a ball as he can manage. He hasn't been crying, at least John doesn't think so. But he can still see Ringo's hurting. And when Ringo sits up to half-heartedly greet him and John gets a look at those bright blue eyes, it's like someone's twisting the knife.

There's so much pain in those eyes, a silent pleading for John to do something about it. To make the voices go away. There's always a sort of sadness in Ringo's eyes, but now it's deeper. Like it goes all the way down to his soul. And around Ringo, John knows he can be open and vulnerable. He trusts the man, after all. He can be kind and gentle. He doesn't have to put up this tough, manly front. So he sits beside Ringo and opens his arms.

“I've got you,” John whispers as Ringo settles against his chest.

Ringo clings to John almost desperately as John's arms slide around the smaller man's body. They sit there for a moment, and Ringo ends up on John's lap. He doesn't mind. Not at all. After a few long, quiet moments, John pulls back, tilts Ringo's chin up, and leans in. Their eyes shut simultaneously, and Ringo tilts his head to the side. He knows what John is going to do. The one thing he's needed all day.

The one thing that can silence the voices better than anything, even alcohol.

John leans in and kisses Ringo softly, his thin lips pressed lovingly against Ringo's full, plush ones. He lets it linger. It's chaste, nothing sexual behind it. But as good of a songwriter as John is, the kiss can say what Ringo needs to hear more than even the most beautiful of prose. It's the perfect distraction.

Because for that moment, it's silent in Ringo's mind. No thoughts of being inferior. Or how the band would be better with a different drummer. Or anything. There's just one thought in his mind right now.

John.

#lennstarr #john x ringo #ringo x john #beatles fic #beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #john lennon #ringo starr #my writing

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CONTACT INFORMATION

name: John Paul Entereso

address: sta. Lucia magalang pampanga

country: Philippines

contact no: 0962 081 7451

Gmail acc: [email protected]

Title: "Unbreakable Bonds: A Tale of Friendship, Love, and Appreciation"

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

- Peebee is a kind-hearted and appreciative individual who values her relationships deeply. She is resilient, open-minded, and committed to nurturing her friendships. Peebee is loyal, supportive, and always willing to embrace new experiences. She embodies the qualities of love, friendship, and gratitude, creating strong and lasting bonds with those in her life.

- Polpol is a kind-hearted and appreciative individual who values his relationships deeply. He is patient, selfless, and open-minded, always willing to lend a helping hand. Polpol is a devoted friend, offering support and kindness to those he cares about. He embodies the qualities of love, friendship, and gratitude, creating strong and lasting bonds with those in his life.

- Bae is a beloved and friendly cat who brings joy and sunshine into Peebee's life. Bae's presence is comforting and brightens Peebee's day. Bae represents the true meaning of unconditional love and the special bond between humans and their furry companions.

- Laup is a loyal and friendly dog who brings joy and companionship to Polpol's life. Laup's presence is a constant source of comfort and support, symbolizing the power of love and loyalty between humans and their furry companions.

TIME AND SETTING

Time:

- Daytime

- Sunset

- Sunny day

Settings:

- Peebee's living room

- Park

- Polpol's apartment

- Picturesque park with lush greenery

- Candlelit room

- Balcony overlooking the ocean

SYNOPSIS

"Unbreakable Bonds: A Tale of Friendship, Love, and Appreciation" is a heartwarming story that follows the journey of Peebee and Polpol, two kind-hearted individuals whose lives intersect through their love for their pets. When Peebee's beloved cat, Bae, goes missing, Polpol's compassion leads him to reunite Bae with Peebee, sparking the beginning of a deep friendship. As their bond grows stronger, Peebee and Polpol navigate the challenges of life, supporting and appreciating each other along the way. Their pets, Bae and Laup, also form a special connection, highlighting the power of love and companionship. Through acts of kindness, heartfelt conversations, and shared moments of joy, Peebee and Polpol discover the transformative power of appreciation, celebrating their friendship and the love that blossoms between them. This heartwarming tale reminds us of the importance of valuing and cherishing the relationships that bring light and happiness into our lives.

THE MEETING

Peebee's Living Room

(Peebee is sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. Bae, her beloved cat, is curled up beside her, purring contently.)

Peebee: (smiling, gently stroking Bae) Bae, you truly are my ray of sunshine. Your presence always brightens my day.

(Scene shifts to Polpol walking his loyal dog, Laup, in the park. The sun shines warmly, casting a golden glow on the surroundings.)

Polpol: (grinning, patting Laup's head) Laup, my faithful companion. You're not just a pet, you're my best friend. I don't know what I would do without you by my side.

One day, while exploring the neighborhood, Bae wandered a little too far from home and got lost. Peebee was devastated when she realized that her beloved feline companion was nowhere to be found. Peebee searched tirelessly, putting up flyers and reaching out to neighbors in the hopes of finding Bae.

Luckily, Polpol, a kind-hearted animal lover, stumbled upon Bae in the park. He noticed her collar with Peebee's contact information and immediately reached out to reunite them.

(Scene transitions back to Peebee's cozy living room. The sound of a ringing phone breaks the silence. Peebee picks up the phone.)

Peebee: (curious) Hello?

Polpol: (friendly voice) Hi, is this Peebee? I believe I found your lost cat, Bae. I saw your contact information on her collar.

Peebee: (relieved and grateful) Oh, thank you so much for calling! I've been worried sick about Bae. I'll come right away to pick her up. Where can we meet?

(Scene shifts to Polpol patiently waiting with Bae at a picturesque park, surrounded by lush greenery.)

Peebee: (approaching with a mixture of excitement and relief) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for finding Bae. I'm Peebee, by the way.

Polpol: (warmly) Nice to meet you, Peebee. I'm Polpol. Bae is such a sweet and friendly cat. I couldn't leave her alone and wanted to make sure she found her way back to you.

(Scene ends with Peebee and Polpol shaking hands, their eyes filled with gratitude and the beginning of a newfound connection.)

Polpol's dedication and compassion played a crucial role in bringing Bae back to Peebee's loving arms.

THE BOND

Peebee's Living Room

(Peebee and Polpol are sitting on the couch, engaged in a heartfelt conversation. The room is filled with warmth and comfort.)

Peebee: (grateful) Polpol, I can't express how thankful I am for finding Bae. She truly means the world to me. You've brought her back to me, and I'll forever be indebted to your kindness.

Polpol: (humble) Peebee, it was no problem at all. Seeing the relief on your face when we reunited you with Bae was all the thanks I needed. Laup and I are always happy to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping paw.

(Scene transitions to a sunny day, Peebee and Polpol walking together with Bae and Laup, enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of nature.)

Peebee: (smiling, watching Bae and Laup playfully interact) It's incredible how well Bae and Laup get along. It's like they've formed their own special bond. They bring so much joy to each other's lives.

Polpol: (nodding in agreement) Animals have a way of connecting people too, Peebee. Just like how Bae and Laup have brought us together, their friendship is a testament to the power of love and companionship. It's a beautiful thing to witness.

(Scene ends with Peebee and Polpol sharing a genuine smile, their hearts filled with gratitude and a growing friendship. Bae and Laup continue to playfully run around, their energy and happiness contagious.)

The Power of Appreciation - A Heartwarming Tale of Friendship

THE POWER OF APPRECIATION

Peebee's Living Room

Peebee and Polpol sit on the couch, reflecting on their friendship.

Peebee: Polpol, I want to express my deep gratitude for your kindness and for bringing Bae back to me. You've shown me what true friendship means.

Polpol: Peebee, you've been an amazing friend to me too. I appreciate all the support you've given me, especially during tough times.

The scene transitions to Peebee and Polpol organizing a small gathering to celebrate their friendship.

Peebee: Let's invite our friends and family to join us in a celebration of appreciation. We want to show them how much we value each other and the love we share for our furry companions.

Polpol: That's a beautiful idea, Peebee. It's time to spread the love and gratitude that we have for one another.

The scene ends with Peebee, Polpol, Bae, and Laup surrounded by loved ones, enjoying the heartfelt celebration.

Closing Scene:

Peebee and Polpol sit on the couch, with Bae and Laup by their side.

Peebee: Our pets brought us together, and our appreciation for each other has strengthened our bond even more.

Polpol: Absolutely, Peebee. The power of appreciation is truly remarkable. It has brought us closer and made our friendship even more meaningful.

They share a heartfelt moment, symbolizing the enduring friendship between them and the deep love they have for their furry companions.

SEASON 2

The Power of Friendship

Season 2: Love Blossoms

EPISODE 1: A NEW CHAPTER BEGINS

(Scene opens with Peebee and Polpol spending time together, their friendship stronger than ever.)

Peebee: Polpol, our friendship means the world to me. You've always been there for me, and I cherish every moment we spend together.

Polpol: Peebee, you're an incredible person, and I feel so lucky to have you in my life. Our bond has grown so much, and I appreciate you more than words can express.

(Scene transitions to Peebee and Polpol experiencing moments of closeness and shared laughter.)

EPISODE 2: A SHIFT IN FEELINGS

(Peebee and Polpol find themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't anticipated.)

Peebee: Polpol, I've been feeling something more than friendship towards you. I think I'm falling in love with you.

Polpol: Peebee, I've been feeling the same way. Our connection runs deeper than just friendship. I believe I'm falling in love with you too.

(They share a tender moment, realizing the depth of their feelings for each other.)

(Another Scene: Peebee and Polpol are taking a walk in a beautiful park. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over them.)

Peebee: (smiling) Polpol, being here with you feels so magical. It's like the world fades away, and it's just the two of us.

Polpol: (grinning) I feel the same way, Peebee. There's something so special about this moment, about us. It's like everything falls into place when we're together.

(They share a gentle touch, their fingers intertwining as they continue their walk, their hearts filled with newfound love.)

EPISODE 3: NAVIGATING NEW TERRITORY

(Peebee and Polpol embark on a journey of exploring their newfound love while navigating the challenges that come with it.)

Peebee: Polpol, this is uncharted territory for both of us. But I believe our love is worth exploring and nurturing. Let's take this journey together.

Polpol: Peebee, I couldn't agree more. Our friendship has laid a strong foundation for our love. Let's support and cherish each other as we navigate this new chapter.

(Episodes continue to showcase Peebee and Polpol's growing love and the beautiful moments they share together.)

EPISODE 4: A SURPRISE DATE NIGHT

(Scene: Peebee and Polpol are in a candlelit room, a table set for two with their favorite dishes.)

Peebee: (surprised) Polpol, what's all this?

Polpol: (smiling) I wanted to create a special night just for us. A night where we can forget about the world and focus on our love.

Peebee: (teary-eyed) This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, Polpol. I love you.

(They share a romantic dinner, laughter filling the air as they create beautiful memories together.)

EPISODE 5: A WEEKEND GETAWAY

(Scene: Peebee and Polpol are standing on a balcony overlooking a breathtaking view of the ocean.)

Peebee: (mesmerized) Polpol, this place is incredible. I can't believe you planned this getaway for us.

Polpol: (holding Peebee's hand) I wanted to create a space where we can escape from the world and focus on our love. You deserve nothing but the best, Peebee.

Peebee: (leaning in, whispers) And you, Polpol, are my everything. Being here with you, feeling the warmth of your love, it's a dream come true.

(They share a passionate kiss, their love for each other filling the air as they embrace the beauty of the moment.)

JUMPS TO EPISODE 10: A LOVE THAT ENDURES

(Peebee and Polpol's love for each other stands the test of time and strengthens their bond.)

Peebee: Polpol, our love has only grown stronger with each passing day. I am grateful for the love and happiness you bring into my life.

Polpol: Peebee, you are my rock, my partner, and my best friend. Our love has brought so much joy and fulfillment into my life. I am forever grateful for you.

(They share a heartfelt embrace, knowing that their love will continue to endure.)

CLOSING SCENE:

(Peebee and Polpol are sitting on the couch, with Bae and Laup by their side. The room is filled with warmth and love. The sound of purring and wagging tails fills the air.)

Peebee: Our pets brought us together, and our appreciation for each other has made our bond even stronger. Bae, you've taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, and Laup, you've shown me the loyalty and companionship that knows no bounds.

Polpol: Yes, Peebee. The power of appreciation is truly remarkable. Our furry friends have not only brought us happiness but have also brought us closer together. They have a way of reminding us of the simple joys in life.

(They share a heartfelt moment, surrounded by their beloved pets. The room is filled with laughter and love as their friends and family join them.)

Peebee: To all our loved ones, both human and furry, thank you for being a part of our journey. Your presence and support have meant the world to us.

Polpol: We are grateful for each and every one of you. Your love and friendship have enriched our lives in ways we never thought possible.

(They raise their glasses in a toast, celebrating the enduring friendship, love, and appreciation that has brought them all together.)

!THE END!

#ayaramsalnac

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iotatheproot · 2 months

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I don't do this that often, but I made a Lil fanfic and I wanted to share it here

A night spent watching movies/the cuddle session.

It was a late night on the meteor, everyone else was asleep, it was as quiet as it could get, until a shout rang through the halls "GODDAMN IT DAVE, I DON'T WANT TO WATCH PAUL BLART!" karkat shouted, both him and Dave had been arguing over what movie to watch for 30 minutes now. Dave sighed and laid back on the couch "listen man... we've been arguing over movies for 30 minutes, why don't we calm down for a bit bro, we'll find a movie eventually". Karkat sighed, Dave was right he should just try to calm down

Karkat laid down on the couch next to Dave "You're right, you're right... I'm just... ugg, you get me so annoyed sometimes!" Karkat burried his face in Dave's chest as he flushed red. "Aw... you're all flustered... hehe..." Dave chuckled as he ran his fingers through Karkats hair, eventually stopping at karkats horn to rub it slightly with his thumb, slowly a deep rumble emanates from Karkat, Dave suddenly stops and says confused "Karkat are you..." Dave pauses for a moment. "S-shut up..." Karkat let's out, embarrassed. "You're purring..." Dave says softly, "no I'm not..." Karkat softly denied. "Ok... but it's cute... I think I know what we can watch" Dave pats karkats head as he gets up and heads over to the pile of movies, he pulls out an oldie but a goodie 'homeward bound', he puts it in the DVD player and heads back over to the couch sitting down, he still hears that deep rumble from karkat. "Heh... you're still going? That's so cute..." karkat playfully pushes Dave and retorts "what no! I'm... I'm not cute..." Dave chuckles and cuddles upto karkat "whatever you say..." he softly says as he presses play on the movie.

As the movie continued, Dave couldn't help but feel a bit tired, the deep rumblings from karkat just makes him more comfortable, he yawned and said quietly "do... you mind if we just... stay here all night?" Dave looked up to see, karkat had already fallen asleep. He sighs closing his eyes and falling asleep. The night couldn't go by faster, karkat wakes up first, with Dave sound asleep on his chest, karkat thinks to himself 'how did I end up with someone so perfect?' Karkat sighs and lays back, happy to just stay with Dave. As they both lay there in a tight embrace, John walks in, his eyes widening from the sight "are... you two?" He quietly asks. "Are we what?!" Karkat says annoyed. John steps back a bit "S-sorry... I just wanted to-" John gets cut off by karkat "Yes we are matesprits, deal with it!"

John steps back again "oh... uhm... I guess that's what I was asking-..." John pauses for a moment shifting in place "-uhm, breakfast was made... should I bring you two some or just leave you two alone?" John quietly asks. Karkat thinks for a moment and says "just leave us be!" Karkat says even more annoyed now... John leaves and closes the door saying "Ok ok... sorry...."

Dave's eyes slowly flutter open, he notices karkat is slightly annoyed "hey... you seem slightly... annoyed, every thing alright" Dave stretched as he asked this. "No no, it's all alright... do you want to go have breakfast together?" Karkat asked softly. "Um... yeah, I wouldn't mind" Dave said as he got up from the couch, holding karkats hand. "Ok then, let's go." Both karkat and Dave started heading too the dining area. "So... about last night, that noise?" Dave inquired. Karkat sighed and looked away before replying "trolls make... a certain noise when they're really happy..." Dave chuckled slightly as he said "well, you were purring!" Karkat looked up at Dave and quickly says "don't say that so loud!" Dave ruffled karkats hair and said "hey, I'm not going to tell anyone, ok, just calm down dude!" Dave said as he sat down at the table, karkat getting both of them a plate of breakfast, he sits down too. "Ok.... yeah, it's just... kinda embarrassing." Karkat softly said. "Well, I don't really mind, I enjoyed last night." Dave said as he finished his breakfast. "Maybe we should do that again sometime..." karkat quietly said. "Yeah, we should... same time next week...?" Dave asked. "Yeah... same time again.." karkat happily said, both of them sat there eating their breakfast, happier than they were yesterday. THE END.

#davekat #fanfic #homestuck fanfic #fluff fanfic #cuddling & snuggling #pride

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guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes · 1 year

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The Beatles

Poor Ticklish Paulie!

Fanfic of Johm Lemon tickling Paulie Cartney ahshsjdkskf! (I'm a spammy mess!) Main goal is to give fluffy feels.

Lee: Paul

Ler: John

Let me know who should be the lee and ler next!

1964

John had been noticing all day that his mate Paul seemed to be down. The normally cheery, happy-go-lucky, and down right bouncy Beatle was abnormally quite that day. He'd hardly said a word and was nothing like his normal self. John seemed to be the only one to really notice. Apon asking Ringo about it, he said that Paul seemed fine. But John was determined to get to the bottom of this.

After everyone had left later that day, John found Paul sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. John went to sit next to him.

"Hey Paul. You alright? You hardly said a word today." John said.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm alright." Paul said, lifting his face from his hands.

"You sure you aren't coming down with something?" John asked and placed his hand on his friend's forehead.

Paul gave a small smile at the concern coming from his friend. "I feel alright. Just a bit... I don't know."

"Well you must be feeling this way somehow. And I'm going to get to the bottom of this no matter what!" John said and gave his friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before rapping an arm around his back and rubbing his side gently. The soft rubbing did make Paul feel a bit better. But suddenly Paul gave a half giggle.

"What's so funny Paul?" John asked with a chuckle.

"Uh, n-nothing." Paul said while trying to hide the blush on his cheeks with his hands. John suddenly got an idea on how to cheer up Paul and maybe even get him to say why he was so upset.

"Well then Paul, if you say it's nothing, I suppose you'll have no problem with this!" In an instant, John started scribbling his fingers up and down Paul's ribs and waist. Paul burst into fits of giggles at this sensation.

"You ready to tell me what's bothering you Paulie?" John asked with a evil grin.

"N-not a chance Johnnyhehehe!" Paul laughed.

"Fine. Guess I'll have to try something else." John smirked. He stopped the tickling while Paul tried to catch his breath with a giggle coming out of his mouth every so often. Paul was so distracted, he didn't even notice John laying him down on the couch and putting his feet in the lap.

"John! Please!" Paul giggled when noticing what John was doing.

"You gonna tell me what's the matter?" John asked. When Paul wouldn't answer, John had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"Alright then!" John pulled off Paul's shoes and socks to reveal his bare feet. He grabbed one and began ticking his feet with his hands. Paul couldn't stand the ticklish sensations John was sending throughout his body. He'd never been ticked so much in his whole life. Not even as a kid when he'd get into tickle fights with his parents or brother.

"Coochie coochie coo!" John teased as he tickled Paul's poor toes to bits.

"Johohohn, please don't!" Paul cried out.

"You don't want me to tickle your toes?" John asked, already planning what was next.

"NOHOHOHO!" Paul screamed.

"Well then, if you don't want me to tickle here, I guess your cute little tummy could use some attention." John jumped onto Paul's hips and tucked Paul's hands into the cushions above his head snuggly and tucked a blanket over them so there'd be no way of Paul getting way from him.

"Are you sure you don't want to confess what's wrong Paul? It'll sure save you some embarrassment." John reminded as he began unbuttoning Paul's shirt, revealing Paul's quivering belly to the cool air

"John, please stop! I'm so sorry!" Paul begged with his doe eyes.

"Too little, to late!" John said. He looked down at Paul's quivering belly and started scribbling his finger tips all over the pudgy area. Paul burst into a fit of laughter. He tried to get away, but there was no point of trying as John had him down too tightly. He'd just have to laugh it off and pray for it to be over soon.

"Aww, look at this cute little button!" John cooed, looking at Paul's bellybutton. "I think it needs some love!"

"NO JOHN!" Paul shouted.

"Yes John." John teased. "I think someone's bellybutton needs love."

He was now swirling his finger around his little tummy hole in wait to tickle the little spot. Paul was in hysterics waiting for John to tickle him to bits.

John dug his finger tip into Paul's bellybutton and started wiggling it around. Paul burst into laughter. He was shaking his torso around trying to get away from John's grasp, but it was no use. Soon, tears began forming in Paul's eyes. As soon as he saw the tears, John knew that was enough. He stopped his tickling and began rebuttoning Paul's shirt while he recovered from his "cheer up session", with John smirking down at his friend, proud that his handy work had put a grin back on Paul's face. (Well, that and he was also highly amused by the giggles still coming from o'l Macca.)

"So you think you're ready to tell me what's been bothering you all day?" John asked while looking down at the still tied up Paul.

"Are you going to tickle me if I don't?" Paul asked with fear in his eyes. Seeing this look in his eyes made John feel a bit sorry for Paul.

"No, but I will leave you tied to the sofa until tomorrow when the lads and I come in. Then we'll continue this little tickle session of ours with George and Ringo." John smirked and ending his sentence with a boop on Paul's nose. Paul crinkled his nose at the touch.

"Oh, you don't believe me?" John asked with raised eyebrows. Paul shock his head and grinned at the teasing he was getting.

"Fine. See you tomorrow..." John said, getting off the sofa and walking towards the door.

"Wait John! I will tell you!" Paul yelled. John walked back over to the sofa and sat down next to Paul with the back to the end where Paul's head was, so that he was looking straight down at Paul with a comforting soft look.

"It's just... Things have been feeling like too much." Paul mumbled in an embarrassed tone. Paul was sure that John would make fun of him for being such a baby. But to his surprise, he wasn't.

"What do you mean by that Macca?" John asked.

"The, the touring, and the fame, and everything has been overwhelming and I just haven't been able to take it. Making this album and trying to stay on top of everything, writing music, writing lyrics, getting ready for tour, stuff outside of The Beatles. It's just been too much to handle." Paul opened up. He almost spilled tears from all of this.

"There's no shame in feeling this way Mac. I've been feeling overwhelmed by this a lot as well. And I'm sure Ringo and George have as well." John said. "I care about you a lot Paul. So do George and Ringo. You shouldn't have to feel ashamed about feeling this way."

Paul nodded as John went to release Paul's wrists and helped him back up. Paul thought it was all over, but suddenly John pulled him into a hug. Paul wasn't at all expecting this. This was normally way out of John's comfort zone. But John completely let down his guard and started rubbing Paul's back with one hand and stroking his hair with the other.

Paul knew that this would definitely not be the last time John tickled him. But Paul didn't care. He was being held by his friend and was finally able to let go some of the tension that had been building up for the last three months. Paul knew that there would be new problems to face tomorrow, but he somehow knew that it would be alright with his best mate by his side. Paul closed his eyes and breathed in this tender moment with his normally rough and non-emotional band mate. He cherished moments like this.

#fanfiction #rock music #john lennon #the beatles #john paul george and ringo #paul mccartney #tickle fic #tickle content #comforting

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fixfoxnox · 11 months

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Personal Models (Price/Gaz/Jackson)

Day 4 of Gaz week! The SFW prompt was Hobby!

Warnings: thirsty comments (so slight nsfw there)

"You know," Jackson did a quick spin, "I think I look fucking fantastic in this, really shows off my legs."

Gaz couldn't help the laugh that pulled from his lips at the words. The skirt that his boyfriend was wearing swished around his legs with every move, exposing a bit more of his thighs with every second. Gaz could feel his face heating up at the sigh, but the grin that he wore stayed in place.

"You know," he readjusted the camera in front of him, "If you keep moving like that, I'm never going to get a good picture. You'll starve my followers of their thirst content." He chuckled a bit to himself at the thought. He'd already had a number of people in his comments begging to see another outfit on Jackson or Price and, well, he was never one to starve people of what they wanted.

Jackson rolled his eyes at the words, "Let them starve! I like the way it moves and I insisted on enjoying it." He turned his nose up playfully before moving again to allow the fabric of the skirt to move around his thighs again.

"Well," Gaz put his hands on his hips and gave Jackson a stern look, "If you don't sit still, I'll just have to put John in the skirt instead." Gaz shot a playful look over to Price who'd been quietly watching the entire situation.

"I think I'd look better in it," Price answered easily, his tone teasing, "I mean I looked better in the last skirt that you made."

"That's just because blue isn't my color," Jackson complained with a huff, "Gaz made that one specifically for you, I know it! I mean did you see the face he made when I asked to try it on?" He brought his hand up to lay against his forehead dramatically, "Woe is me, my boyfriend only likes to dress up our other boyfriend."

Gaz scoffed, but couldn't help the laugh that pulled from his throat. "Alright, drama queen. Just pose and let me get a picture. Then you can twirl for us as much as you want."

"Promise?" Jackson gave him a cheeky grin and Gaz could only roll his eyes in response.

"Promise," he crouched back down to look through the viewfinder of his camera, "Alright, do something cute, would you?"

Jackson scoffed as he moved into a pose, "I'm always doing something cute."

Gaz tucked back further against Price's chest with a sigh, the sounds of a football game playing on the TV ringing around the room. His hands were moving quickly, practically following muscle memory more than anything. Just winding the thread through the holes in a specific pattern. Hand sewing certainly wasn't his favorite part of his hobby, but it was a necessary one.

On the other end of the couch was Jackson. He was idly scrolling through his phone, one of his hands stroking along the bare skin of one of Gaz's legs that lay in his lap. He was meant to be paying attention to the football game, something about trying to learn so he could understand what Price was always going on about. He'd very quickly gotten distracted though, as Gaz suspected he would.

Price didn't seem to notice, all of his focus on the game in front of him. It was probably for the best, after all, Gaz didn't know what he would do if both of his boyfriends became sports fanatics about the same sport. He would prefer it if Jackson stuck to baseball and Price stuck to football. It would be much easier to focus on his sewing if only one of them was yelling at the TV.

Except there was something distracting him from his sewing and, of course, that something was Jackson. He hadn't thought much of it when his boyfriend started looking at his phone. He hadn't even thought about it when he'd started giggling at first. But after several minutes of occasional laughter, Gaz had a pretty good idea of what the man was doing.

He waited until the football game went to commercial, that way he could talk without cutting into any of the commentary for the game.

"Paul," he nudged the other man with his leg, "are you looking at my Instagram right now?"

Jackson's face went a bit red which was all of the answer that Gaz needed. "Listen," Jackson started nervously, "I just, you know-"

"Thought you'd go read some comments of people complimenting you," Price cut in, an amused smile on his face. "A bit self-centered, love."

"No!" Jackson was quick to respond, "No, no! I just thought that I would...you know," his face only went redder, "see what people were saying about Gaz's design."

"Mhm," Gaz couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, "and what are they saying? Read me the last comment you liked."

Jackson looked down at his phone nervously, his eyes scanning across the screen. He blushed red again before quietly reading off, "I don't know what to focus on here, Gaz's amazing design or Jackson's legs." He paused for a moment as both Gaz and Price snickered at him, "Hey! I just liked it because of the part about Gaz, I swear!"

"Alright," Price's voice was filled with amusement, "Read us off another one of your liked comments then."

Jackson paused for a long moment, "No," he responded hesitantly, his face still red.

Gaz was quick to jerk forward and snatch the phone from Jackson's hands. He managed to pass it back to Price just as Jackson made a grab for it, preventing the man from taking hold of it. "Hey!" Jackson made another grab but Gaz was quick to put his foot on the man's chest, preventing him from moving any further.

"What's it say?" He tilted his head back to grin up at Price.

"Holy shit, fuck, oh my god," Price started, laughter in his voice already, "fuck, oh my god, Gaz thank you for sharing this with us, the skirt and one of your insanely hot boyfriends holy shit."

Gaz snorted at the comment and turned his eyes to Jackson's red face, "Really, babe?"

"Oh here's another one," Price had a grin on his face, "Gaz can I please have your boyfriend and his amazing legs I'll give you my whole life savings for him, that's like...twelve dollars."

"You guys are so mean to me," Jackson called out, "Those were flukes, just the only few that I liked, I swear."

"You don't understand, Gaz, I would eat both of your boyfriend's asses like a four-course meal, one chance please."

Gaz descended into laughter rather quickly and it didn't stop as Price continued reading off the many comments that Jackson had liked. Jackson could do nothing but listen and pout at them as they read everything off.

Thirsty comments for Price and Jackson were quite common to see on Gaz's sewing Instagram. He liked using his boyfriends as models and his followers loved seeing them dressed up in whatever new thing he made. He was sure a number of people were just there to see his boyfriends, but if they were engaging with his posts he didn't care. He still got the revenue from it.

"You know," he called after Price had finished reading yet another one of the comments, "if you want compliments so bad you can just say so. I'm more than willing to tell you both how handsome you are."

Jackson blushed red again. "I enjoy complimenting you more," he responded shyly, "My talented boyfriend and his sewing projects."

It was Gaz's turn to flush slightly at the words and he was quick to bury his face in Price's chest out of embarrassment. "He's right," Price nudges him slightly, "Our talented boyfriend and his sewing. We only look as good as we do because of you."

"Flatterers," Gaz accused, still hiding his face in Price's chest.

His words pulled a chuckle from both of the men. "For you?" Jackson asked playfully, his hand rubbing over his leg again, "Always."

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Could we please get another Carl fic? The other one was so good! Would love it to be smutty as well, but okay if not!

An Investment

S2 | Carl/MC | 2500+ words | @crimswnred

Carl's gets more than he bargained for when his other half tests out a new 'adult' product he got from a kinky app. Partly inspired by Kinktober. 🔥

The company had a different segment, Carl couldn't deny that.

As an investor and now living in London, he was always attending conferences with start-ups and new small tech companies, searching for new and prosperous businesses he could help grow. Usually, the start-up owners' faces would light up as soon as Carl approached them. Due to his history of putting good money into companies that he saw some future in, they always tried to impress him. Once in a while, he would get to test some of their products, usually an app or a drone, nothing ever too out of the box.

The concept of a startup was supposed to be fresh, new and exciting things but they were getting duller and duller as time went by. Even so, when his old friend Paul asked him to take a look at a specific stand to see if it would spark some interest, he decided to give it another shot. You could say he was not expecting what it was about.

"So, they give it to you so you could test it?" Maya asked him.

She was sitting by the armchair, a glass of wine in hand as she inspected the… prototype. Her green eyes were studying the thing as if it was the latest piece of technology, obvious hints of interest sparkling on them. She eyed him up, her eyebrow rising. Carl sat by the couch and rested his arms on his lap, nodding.

"They asked me if I had a special someone at home and I said yes, so they gave me… that thing!" He motioned to the object.

Maya tilted her head, honey-coloured waves falling to the side as she wetted her heavy upper lip into a smirk. "Please, Carl, is just a vibrator." She laughed. "And, to be honest, it's rude not to test it."

Her hand instantly rested on her neck, fiddling with her turtle-neck shirt. He narrowed his eyes at her and she giggled with mischief, sending a rush of blood through his body. God, how he loved her spontaneous side. He wouldn't have married anyone else.

"Why do you look like you are up for trouble?" He chuckled, leaning back.

"Because I am."

Three days later, Maya asked him out for a shopping spree and dinner. It was a bit sudden, considering they always planned the days off a week ahead. But even so, Carl reschedule his meetings and opened a space on his calendar for the day. He learned the hard way after five years in the relationship that if his wife wanted to go out, they were going out.

As soon as he parked his Mercedes, Maya's manicured hand flew to his thigh. She gave it a squeeze, blood immediately running to his cock. He looked over at her and she smiled.

"Guess what I have on," she shimmied her shoulders.

He looked at her up and down. She was wearing a floral red skirt that ended a little over her knees, a plain white t-shirt and a denim jacket, looking pretty casual for the day. He frowned and she laughed.

"Not wearing!" She gasped, shaking her head. "I'm trying the vibrator!"

"Right now?" He wondered in an almost shout, making her laugh again.

"Well, they are made for this, aren't they?" She shrugged. "And guess what, I made you the favour of downloading the app on your phone, too!"

Carl chuckled, shaking his head incredulously, but Maya only flashed him a smile and opened the car's door, jumping off it and letting to recollect his own thoughts. He watched her heading to the John Lewis store through the panel's window, wondering what the hell was going on that head of hers.

He hopped out of his car, locking it as he joined her, hand falling around her waist as if it belonged there. She peeked inside the store, craning her neck over him.

"What do you want?" He asked her.

She turned to face him with a provocative smile. "You to turn that thing on."

"Babe…"

Maya detangled herself from him and headed towards the kitchen supplies section, sighing and leaving Carl on his own. He looked down at his phone, wondering if they should. Sure, Maya was spontaneous but that was a bit too much, wasn't it? He unlocked his phone, finding the mentioned app pretty easily — she had made a point of leaving it by his main screen. It had a funny little icon that called for his finger and he tapped it. Simple enough.

Carl bit his lip, looking around. No one seemed like they were minding whatever he had on his phone. He glanced back at Maya, who had a black oven tray for baking in her hands, checking its price. Biting his other thumb, Carl turned it on.

A loud sound followed it almost immediately. The tray that was once in Maya's hand was abruptly on the floor. She lowered to grab it, snapping her face to him, who grinned back at her. Her mouth hang open with feigned shock, laughing it off almost provocatively before picking the fallen piece on the floor.

He could still see her shoulders shaking with laughter even if she had her back to him and a sudden competitiveness took over him. Watching her, he provocatively raised the speed, more and more until he saw her stop moving.

One of her hands flew to her mouth and the other wrapped itself around one of the shelves edges. Carl couldn't help the absolutely satisfied smile that crept to his lips as he watched her hold herself to dear life. He was enjoying the view, his heart beating fast under his shirt, until he saw an employee make their way to her.

His thumb immediately slid down, lowering the speed back to almost off. Maya snapped her head back at him but he only nodded to the employee and turned his attention elsewhere.

Carl’s mind went full speed as his wife talked to the employee. Was it possible that they got caught? And if it was the case why Carl wasn’t feeling bad at all? His blood was still pumping and he felt fucking alive. God, her face, while she tried to keep it together, was still printed onto his brain. Maybe he had a kink? Yeah, he should search about the subject later.

He only noticed he had been thinking about it for way too long when Maya came back pushing a trolley filled with a bunch of homeware. She had a smile on the corner of her mouth that for sure matched his own and was giggling as soon as she reached him.

“Fuck, I thought for sure you wouldn’t do it,” she said while tittering, shaking her head.

Raising an eyebrow, Carl’s eyes sparkled with malice. “Did the employee say something?”

“No, he thought I was feeling sick.” Maya shrugged. “I said it was just my blood pressure.”

Carl laughed at the innuendo, making the smile on his wife’s face widen. “Let’s check this stuff out, I want to pass by the clothing store before going home…” She grabbed him by his lapel, standing on her tip-toes and bringing him closer before whispering: “And fuck you on your kitchen.”

Letting him loose, Maya turned on her heels and led the way to the cashier. Suddenly, Carl felt like everything was too small… the room, his pants, her skirt— especially her skirt. It would be so easy for him to just pull it up just a little, slide his hands over her silk-like skin and feel the heat from her taking over his body.

Mouth unexpectedly dry, Carl followed her through the aisles, until they stopped by the cashier, his wife dealing with it while he waited on the other side. She looked so beautiful, hands a little reddened from the thigh grip she had just a couple of minutes earlier.

Before he noticed it, his hands were back to his phone, fiddling with his screens, inevitably opening the app again. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes discretely searching for his wife’s but she was busy talking to the cashier lady.

And then he turned it back on.

Maya stopped talking mid-sentence straightaway, her eyes sharply turning to his. With a tight smile, she silently challenged him with an almost imperceptible rise of brows and turned back to her conversation with the cashier.

That only ignited Carl’s desire even more and he calmly turned the speed higher. He watched as she changed the weight of one leg to the other, closing her legs shut as her hand found the edge of the checkout counter.

How much could she take, he wondered. Higher, higher, higher, he gradually turned it up, eyes never leaving his wife as she tried to pay for her stuff. She fumbled for her card inside of her hand back, hands nearly shaking.

“Let me,” Carl stepped up, taking his wallet from inside his trousers’ front pocket. He handed the plastic piece to the cashier at the same time his wife’s hand grabbed his arm. She dug her nails, reaching his skin over the layers of clothes he had on.

“Fuck, baby,” he heard her whimper in a tiny voice, making his cock throb and the hair on the back of his neck stand.

“Can you hear that?”

The cashier's voice caught both Carl's and Maya’s attention, causing their eyes to widen at the same time. Maya turned her face to him, hand flying to her mouth as she visually did her best not to make any sound — from pleasure or from embarrassment, Carl would never know.

“I’m sorry, what?” Carl asked the older lady. Playing dumb was the best, if not only, option they had.

“This buzzing sound…” The lady looked around, brows furrowed with confusion. Maya’s grip on his arm got harder, face burrowing on his side. “Is that your phone?”

Carl couldn’t help the chuckle that came out of his mouth. “Yeah, I think it’s my phone!” He said, unlocking his phone again.

“No, no, no, don’t turn it off—,” Maya whispered but he ignored it, turning the speed down until it was completely off.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he smiled at the cashier.

Maya let his arm go and stepped back from him, crossing her arms in front of her chest and he was free again to take the now bagged items back to their car. They walked to it in silence, a scowl on Maya’s face that took all of him to not laugh at — and even so, some silent chuckles left him anyway.

“What’s up with that face?” He teased as he turned to her, closing the boot.

She puckered her lips to the side. “I told you to not turn it off!”

He slid an arm around her waist, hand flattened against her back, and brought her closer to him with a hard, rough push. Leaning down, his lips brushed against her ear.

“I decide when we stop.”

Carl could hear her breath hitching and feel her nails against his skin again. He leaned back so he could look her in the eyes. Oh, fucking god. Her eyes were taken by pure lust, the most beautiful please, fuck me expression he had ever seen on her.

“Can we go home?” She whispered.

“Let’s buy you that dress you want first…”

The clothing shop was nearly empty — a few staff, a couple of clients. Carl sat down by one of the fancy chairs, watching as his wife waltzed around the place, heels clicking against the porcelain tile ground, the movement of her hips and long legs prompting her skirt to bounce accordingly, almost in rhythm with the slow pace of the toy between her legs.

Those wild thoughts came running to his mind again and he raised the tempo again. He watched Maya rest her arms on the counter, clenching her hands, and then he turned it down. She frowned, searching for his eyes but he purposely avoided her.

Then, he turned back up, and slowly back down. He could swear he had a glimpse of her hips softly moving before an attendant came with some dress options. Growing impatient, Carl repeated the pattern, this time going from turned off to highest speed, back to nearly off again.

Maya nodded to the attendant and grabbed the dresses. She walked to Carl, took ahold of his hand and led the way to the fitting room, pushing him inside and closing the curtain behind them.

Her lips found his almost immediately after, taking him in a desperate, hungry and passionate kiss. Her hands dropped directly to his belt, freeing him from the piece of leather in one swift movement. Soon after, his trousers were following the same path, sliding down his legs.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled, breaking off the kiss.

“I’m done with the tease,” she whispered back, lips brushing against his. “Turn that thing to max and keep quiet.”

Carl didn’t have the time to rationalise what was going on. In a second, Maya’s knees were on the floor, her mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, tongue flickering. He only had the chance to turn the toy’s speed up before his eyes were rolling back and he had a handgrip of her hair.

She let out a delicious moan, sending waves of pleasure through his length. He took him deeper inside her throat, one of her hands wrapping around what she couldn’t take, the other massaging him. Carl had to focus all he had to not let any sound leave him.

But then her movements around his cock got careless and he heard tiny whimpers coming out from her. Mind foggy, the grasp of his hand on her hair got tougher and even though he could hear her softly moaning, he held her in place and thrust upwards.

“Fu—” he whispered, stopping mid-sentence. He couldn’t risk being caught right now.

Eyes never faltering hers, he watched as she moved one of her hands under her shirt, playing with her breasts and inciting him to reach deeper, go harder, move faster, and she took him. God, she took him wholly, even when she was lost in her own pleasure, shuddering under him, she took him so well.

Until he came, unloading low down her throat. Panting, he leaned against the wall. He barely noticed when Maya took her phone and turned it off, standing back up again with a satisfied grin on her lips. “God, Carl,” she chuckled, taking his hand. “You need to invest in this thing.”

#litg #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #litg carl #litg season 2 #litg fanfic

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mrsferocious · 2 years

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Day 02: Jealousy

For McLennon Week 2022.

Day 02 Prompt: Jealousy.

(This is completely ridiculous and makes no sense at all but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I’m not even gonna try to pretend I’m sorry).

Paul knows —he knows, alright?— that he can be very demanding when it comes to his personal relationships. He’s been told plenty of times, either by his wanker of a best friend, George, or by his boyfriend, John, who’s opinion of said personality trait seems to shift depending on when and where and especially what Paul decides to be demanding about.

(Yes, he’s talking about their sex life. For someone who seems headset on going against everything he’s told out of mere spite against any sort of authority, John really likes to be ordered around in bed.)

But Paul’s digressing.

So yes, he knows he’s demanding and that one of the things he demands the most is attention. Which is, by the way, the thing he’s also not getting right now.

And it's all because of her.

Perched over John’s lap, with his calloused hands and long fingers wrapped around her curves, he’s caressing her with a gentleness any person would think it's impossible coming from normally harsh, abrasive John, and a soft hint of a smile plastered on the corners of his mouth.

He’s so enthralled he hasn’t even noticed Paul’s been standing in front of him for a good ten minutes even though he’s wearing the lilac button down that makes him look all soft and cuddly and hugs his body in all the right places, and that normally assures John won’t be able take his eyes off of him for the whole evening, but now…

Feeling his patience running thin he clears his throat loudly and finally John deems to look at him, even if he doesn’t seem too pleased about having to tear his gaze away from his stupid new guitar to do so, the twat.

“We’re getting dinner with Ringo and Mo, remember?” he asks, and if he sounds a little bratty, well, he likes to think he’s at least a little bit entitled to it “But I can go alone if you want, to give you two a little bit more privacy.”

At that, John’s expression seems to perk up and his soft smile acquires a mocking edge that makes Paul immediately regret having opened his mouth.

“Aww, Macca, are you jealous?”

“I’m leaving now” he replies, rolling his eyes scornfully. But John moves faster, setting the instrument aside on the other side of the couch before grabbing him by the hips. At first he tries to put on a fight and get away but it’s half hearted at best and in the end simply lets himself be guided to sit on the spot the guitar was taking on John’s lap a moment ago.

“Want me to strum you like I do with my guitar, is that it?” John asks, his fingers moving from where they’re holding him to tickle Paul’s middle, making him squeal “See what pretty little sounds I can get out of you?”

“You’re so corny,” he tries to sound annoyed by the cheesiness of it all but can’t help the laugh that surges from his lip at how ridiculously charming John can be even when he’s being absolutely ridiculous.

“Say’s the guy who’s jealous of his boyfriend paying attention to an inanimate object,” it’s John’s retort, still sporting his shit-eating grin.

Paul only feels slightly bad for hitting him in the face with one of the cushions before pushing himself out of his grip .

“Shut up, we’re gonna be late.”

#mclennonweek2022 #mclennon #my fics #mrsferocious #sometimes i'll start a sentence

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