#ringo x maureen

[midchelle]

Maureen Starkey Tigrett and Sir Richard Starkey married on this day, 11 February 1965.

'It's like the breakup of the Beatles. At one time we used to change together, then we started changing separately in different directions. There's no, like, 'Well, she cut my throat so we have to have a divorce.' There's no one snap thing that did it. It spread out over a year till you found yourself at the end of that year saying, 'What are we doing here? This isn't a marriage anymore.' And I had a fine marriage for eight-and-a-half years. I really had a fine marriage-- which I worked for, and she worked for it too. And it just started slipping away.'

Mr Charles Doughty, a partner in Withers, had told her that getting a divorce meant she would have to go into court and tell a judge that she could not bear to live with her husband any more. Asked by counsel how she felt about saying such a thing, Mrs Starkey clasped her forehead with her hand and whispered: 'I could not have said that because it was not true.'

#I think this is my fave one of these that I’ve done #ringo starr #maureen starkey #the beatles #link 4 mo quote - https://books.google.ie/books?id=wzY1AAAAIBAJ&pg=PA38&dq=maureen+starkey&article_id=4011 #1200683&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwia4YeFpcGBAxVzUEEAHTQsBwEQ6AF6BAgLEAI #v=onepage&q=maureen%20starkey&f=false #ringo's i dont have a proper source for but i believe its real. it sounds like him etc. #ringo #mo #quotes #midposts #little starrs

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

We've Got Tonight (Paul McCartney x Starr!Female!Reader)

Find Part Two Here

A/N: WOW, is all I can say. The alarming support from those of you reading my work is driving me to write more than EVER right now! I cannot say thank you enough, y'all. Your notes and comments inspire me, so please keep it up if you wanna read more from me!

I'm about to bless y'all with some McBeardy angst, so I hope you all enjoy!!

Also, this fic was inspired by Bob Seger's We've Got Tonight, so I highly recommend listening to the song before and/or after reading this one to get into the vibe of it.

Summary: Paul is in his lonesome after a break up. So are you. You decide to keep each other company.

WARNINGS: ANGST, but it gets sweet in the end. Mentions of cheating, low self esteem. Suggestive actions, mentions/insinuation of sex, but no smut (that'll be saved for a bonus part 2 if anyone's interested in that.)

There is mention of the Beatles' extended family, so if I have any incorrect info in here, I apologize in advance; I didn't want this to become too much of a history lesson.

Also, like my other fics, this one is a NOVEL, so please read when you have a good half hour+ of free time :)

I don't wanna rate this a T, but there is no smut in this, so please just be aware that there is sex mentioned/insinuated, so PLEASE just read at your own discretion. But most of all, enjoy!

Paul was sitting on the sofa in the den, alone with the lights out. He was staring out the window at the night in silence as he sucked down another cigarette and sipped at another glass of scotch.

It was late enough that the world around him was dead sleep, yet he was wide awake, and alone with his thoughts.

He broke it off with Linda. She was a sweet girl, and no one was really quite sure why things ended between them, but they all knew it was a mutual agreement.

Paul really hadn't been taking it well, though. He hadn't been sleeping right for almost a month, and he stared drinking a little more. He didn't want anyone really knowing, which is why he did it in his lonesome.

He wasn't necessarily by himself, because the rest of the Beatles were upstairs in their collective rooms asleep; but what made him feel alone was that alongside the bandmates in their rooms were their families and wives. And Paul just didn't have that.

Usually he would have been rather vocal over something that bothered him so much, but the band felt like recently they'd been clashing, so he wasn't wanting to bother them with something like that.

While Paul finished the final puff of his cigarette and put out the butt in the ashtray on the coffee table, his head snapped to the entrance of the den, where he caught sight of a silhouette in the threshold.

You stopped in your tracks when Paul made eye contact with you. You supposed he'd heard your footsteps.

From what you could tell from the light of the moon shining in through the window, Paul seemed worn out. He rubbed the side of his face with his free hand before wordlessly nodding to you in acknowledgement.

"... I'm sorry to intrude. I didn't know anyone was still awake. I was just needing a drink," you explained quietly. You'd met Paul a few times here and there-- you had to, with Ringo-- or Rich-- your brother, being one of his bandmates and all.

Paul was always kind when you interacted with each other, but you could definitely tell something was a little off about his behaviour this time around.

Rich did mention Paul's break-up to you briefly, but you were going through your own separation, so you were in your own head with your own problems. That's why Rich offered to bring you along with him, Maureen, Zak, and Jason on this trip with the rest of the guys and their families, so you could get away from thinking about your ex.

Unfortunately, the unfamiliar space put you in the same position as Paul; wide awake, in the middle of the night, with a racing mind.

"'S alright," he sighed before drinking the rest of the scotch in his glass and raising to his feet. You watched him move around the room to the alcohol cabinet right outside the kitchen.

He refilled his glass right to the top before wordlessly grabbing a second glass out, tossing in a few ice cubes, and filling it three quarters of the way before sliding it over to you.

Your eyes widened a little, considering you'd actually come down for some water, but maybe this was a sign you were going to want something stronger.

"... Should've asked you if you even like this stuff," Paul stated apologetically when he realized how gentlemanly he was not being. You smiled sadly at him, but picked up the glass anyways.

He matched his glass to the same level as yours before you both gently tapped them together. The sound of the glass chimed for a moment before you and Paul raised the drinks to your lips.

The scotch was harsh, and you surely made an unflattering face as you took a sip, but Paul didn't say anything to you, as he was too busy staring at the ice swirling around in his own glass.

"... What're you doing up so late, if you don't mind me asking?" You asked after a moment of silence, and Paul's big brown eyes met yours for another quiet second as he thought about what to respond with.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek before shrugging and mumbling into his glass, "thinking."

After taking another sip of his drink and staring off into space for a moment or two, he bit his lip, gesturing over to you with his glass.

"And you?" You shook your head, realizing it was your turn to scrounge up an excuse for being wide awake at such an absurd time.

"Can't sleep," you lied.

Paul frowned, motioning you to the sofa he was just sitting on to invite you to sit for a while. After a moment of pondering whether you should really go back to your room, you made up your mind and headed to the sofa, Paul following suit.

There was just something about the way his dark eyes gazed into yours, and behind them was this sadness you just couldn't ignore.

Before he took a seat, you were able to get another good look at him. He was in black jeans, and a green sweater; his day-clothes completely contrasting your pyjama set. He'd grown his hair out since you saw him last, and now he was sporting a full beard.

You always thought he was a good looking guy, but now, without being blinded by any bias, there was really no denying how handsome Paul had become since you seen him last.

In fact, it felt like every time you ended up seeing him next, he always seemed to look better and better, and you weren't quite sure how that was possible.

Paul took the seat right next to you, and he set his drink down on the coffee table, clasping his hands together, elbows on the thighs, and hanging his head.

"To be honest with you... I went through a separation about a month ago. And I don't seem to be handling it well." He finally sighed, turning his head so he was looking at you again. He unclasped his hands and ran his fingers through his beard a few times.

"I'm a romantic, y'know, and I'm not a fan of being so lonely." You nodded your head a little at his words. What was tough was that you didn't have anything encouraging to say to him because you were in the same boat.

Paul swallowed when you remained silent, and then he cleared his throat. He scratched the back of his head nervously as he leaned back into the sofa.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late, and you're probably just wanting to head to bed." He gave a little head nod of understanding as he rubbed his eye with his finger. "You're not here to talk to me about my problems."

It was your turn to set your drink down on the table, turning your attention to him again.

"Well... will that help make you feel better, perhaps?" you watched Paul's eyes meet yours again, and he pressed his lips together tightly in thought.

"... I don't know if there is really much to say," he said after a moment, reaching for his glass again.

"Thank you, though. Was very kind of you to offer somethin' like that."

After he took another sip of his drink, he gestured to you again with his glass.

"... Ringo sort of mentioned you were going through a separation too... You doin' okay?" Paul tried his best to be as inclusive as possible, but it was all rough stuff to talk about, so he treaded carefully.

"I mean..." you trailed off for a moment before responding with a simple, "I'm angry, above all else."

You were honestly taken aback by Paul's question. Rich wasn't necessarily the greatest person to receive comforting advice from, especially when it came to this separation, since he thought so highly of your ex, but you perhaps weren't telling him the whole truth.

But you were definitely surprised he even mentioned your pain to anyone else, let alone his bandmates.

"Kept a lot of heavy things to myself for a long time, it just became exhausting." Now it was your turn to reach for your scotch, still cringing at its strength as you took a generous mouthful.

Paul waited a beat before asking, "would talking about it with me maybe make you feel better?"

"... you really care to know that stuff?" You asked gently for clarification. As mentioned, you and Paul weren't close, you could probably count on one hand the amount of times you met him prior to this moment...

And this was heavy stuff you were seemingly about to share, and you really wanted to make sure he was okay with that.

Paul nodded his head without hesitation, and offered, "'s the least I can do for you for keeping me company so late."

You sighed a deep breath, and took a few more sips from your glass before putting it back down, curling your legs up to your chest, and began.

You told Paul about your ex. You told him about how you were with him for five years, and watched him slowly fall out of love with you, sleep around, and how you struggled with self-image and self-worth for a long time.

You also mentioned how you were the one to leave, but he had no idea you had any strength to do so, so he tried for a long while to guilt you into going back to him.

The difficult things to talk about made you a little more emotional, so you breathed your way through it slowly as to not cry. The drink Paul poured for you was helping you relax at least.

Paul was more than patient with you, and you were grateful for that. At one point during the lengthy conversation, he lit another cigarette, and began offering you drags throughout your story to calm your nerves.

You took those offers graciously, and thankfully.

"... I don't know. I just lay awake every night, wondering if there was something I could have done different so he didn't do what he did."

You were staring out the window with Paul now, taking in just how many stars you could actually see from the den. He took his final puffs of his smoke, the thin silver waves swirling in the air above the both of your heads.

"Sounds like he didn't cherish you enough when you were around," Paul debated gently, shaking his head and putting out his cigarette end in the ashtray next to the others. He picked up his scotch again before mumbling against the rim,

"He's not worth it."

You pulled yourself from the trance of the tiny lights outside to wipe remnants of silent, salty tears off your cheeks, and you used that moment to glance over at Paul, whose nose was still deep in the glass. When he pulled the drink away from his mouth and swallowed, you parted your lips to speak.

"... was Linda worth it?" You didn't mean it in a rude way, but you hadn't met her personally, and you wanted to pry Paul just a tiny bit.

He smiled, but it was bitter. You figured you struck a nerve, and before you could apologize for what you said, he answered simply, with tears glossing his own eyes,

"Yes. She was."

You tilted your head a little and frowned, trying to understand what drove them apart.

"It was just never the right timing. She was ready for things I wasn't in the beginning, and then down the road, when I was seemingly ready for those things, she wasn't. And I didn't want her wasting her time on a life she didn't wanna live, y'know?"

"So she's the one that got away," you mused gently.

"Indeed, she was." Paul nodded a little before finishing the rest of his scotch in his glass, leaning back again, and cradling his head in his hand as he looked at you for another quiet moment, resting his glass in-hand on his thigh.

"... I'm not a bad person, am I?" Those watery eyes never disappeared, and you had to break his sad gaze, opting to reach out and rub his shoulder comfortingly.

"Hey, no. Wasting your time, or her time, like the way my ex did to me, would have made you a bad person, Paul. Saying good bye was the right thing to do."

"Well, I wish that made me feel better," he mumbled, dropping his own gaze to the space between the both of you. He pushed a stray tear away before he thought you could see it, and then scratched at his beard again. You guessed that must have been a habit of his out of stress.

"Something about her made me feel like she was the one. Like we were meant to share the same story; but we always seemed to be on a different chapter,"

He sniffled, but only once. "That being said, was I perhaps too lovestruck in the end to want to believe that her future was meant to be shared with someone else?"

His voice carried so much sorrow, and you knew he needed some kind of advice. It took you a moment or so to find the right words to say to him.

"... Knowing my ex wasn't right for me and the reality of me leaving doesn't make me feel any better. At all." You offered to Paul, before adding,

"... But why should the expectations of those we chose to take out of our life dictate the way we behave today?"

The words that came out of your mouth were surprisingly wise, and you watched Paul's eyebrows knit together as he absorbed what you said.

He focused his sight to you again, a more determined look on his face. Paul knew you were absolutely right. He was a charmer; romancing people was his thing.

There was no denying Linda was special, but when he realized he really had no commitment in romancing her anymore, he finally understood that it was his own thoughts holding him back.

Even if it took him a little longer than expected, he knew you were right. He would recover from this.

"... I think you just opened my eyes and made me realize something... Thank you, y/n, really." He reached up with his free hand after a second, fingers grazing your own hand still on his arm in comfort, showing you his gratitude for your words of advice.

You smiled a little, glad you were able to help him somewhat through his times of trouble as you pulled your hand away.

Paul stood up again, retrieving his empty glass from the coffee table before facing you fully, a more genuine smile beginning to pull on the corners of his mouth, but it was still rather sad.

"I'm grabbing a refill, you too?"

Your sight drifted to your near-empty glass on the table.

Why let tonight go to waste? End so soon?

"Please," you asked, grabbing the glass yourself, but Paul began to tut at you as he grabbed the glass from your fingers.

"Please, I'll get it for you," he insisted, and you watched his slender figure move around the couch to head for the alcohol cabinet another time. He filled them only halfway this time, and on the way back he made a brief stop at the record player near the entrance of the den.

Soft classical music rang out quietly from the player once Paul dropped the needle down onto the vinyl, and he returned to his spot next to you with your two drinks. You thanked him quietly as he passed the glass over to you, and he leaned in a little, raising his drink between the two of you.

"Hello to... new beginnings," he began slowly.

"And Goodbye to false finales," you finished, your glasses tapping together again before you took yet another sip of the drink.

Paul matched your movements, his eyes watching you, even when you turned away to gaze longingly out the window for a moment, basking in the feeling of the gentle music flirting with your ears.

Sure, you and Paul could have went on for the rest of the night discussing your heartbreak, but you decided to drive the conversation elsewhere.

You sighted back to him after a while, his sight unwavering from you. Your eyes locked for just a beat before you decided aloud with a gentle nod,

"... you know, that beard really suits you."

Paul's eyebrows shot up, and his face darkened a little as he bit his lips between his teeth almost nervously.

"... Think so?"

You'd never seen him lack so much confidence when given a compliment before, but instead of pitying him, you almost admired his innocence.

It sounded like he needed to hear a compliment like that.

"Yes," you laughed airily, raising your glass up for another drink. Paul couldn't bite back his smile anymore, so he copied you to mask his lips. You then gestured to your head with the point of your finger as you swallowed the alcohol back easier and easier each time.

"Your hair, too. I think it's a nice length."

Your kind words made Paul feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he placed his scotch back down on the table.

"Well, thanks, Love." He rubbed the back of his neck, and laughed weakly. "I call it my 'Don't View The Mirror For Three Weeks' look."

Paul paused in his moments of self-deprecation to realize he should have maybe complimented you back. He took a second to take another good look at you as he decided what to say, exactly.

"... Y'know, the last time I saw you was a few years ago, now."

You thought for a moment on that. It had been a while since you'd seen him last. You nodded your head as you recalled the day.

"You're right, it has been some time. Christmas, 1966." John and Cynthia had hosted this massive holiday dinner, and everyone's extended family was there.

You were single at the time, and spent dinner conversing with Paul's sister, Ruth, who was at least fifteen years younger than you. There was no introduction made by Paul, she just walked up, introduced herself to you, and made a friend by herself.

She went on and on about school, and music, and how the potatoes were her favourite part of dinner; and you paid attention to everything she had to say, responding with your own opinions and jokes to keep her feeling included amongst the adults at the table.

And Paul, who was seated next to Ruth, couldn't help but overhear your conversations throughout the evening, and he found it rather charming that you treated Ruth with such respect despite her young age.

And after dinner, you and Ruth danced together almost the whole night. She eventually went over to do a little dancing with Paul, and you watched as she bounced around excitedly with her brother, who, for just a moment, locked eyes with you across the sea of dancing guests.

You remember giving him a shy wave with a smile, and he sent a wink back your way before returning his attention to Ruth, spinning her around as she squealed happily.

"... I'm rather fond of that evening," Paul stated simply, the reality of your melancholy evening strongly contrasting with the memories of the wonderful night.

Now you and Paul weren't so young, and this time he was noticing the little lines under your eyes, indicating the dragging march of time slowly catching up to you both.

"And, even after all the years that have passed... you still look as lovely tonight as you did then."

You blushed at Paul's compliment, biting back a stupid grin as you repeated the words in your head.

"And I admire your ever-present kindness," he added on, and you knew he really just meant he showed appreciation for lending him an ear in his time of need.

"More people need to be like you."

"I don't know what to say," you said honestly, settling for a gentle "thank you," in the end. Paul just nodded, unsure if there was anything to say back.

"You know..." you paused for a second, watching as Paul went for another sip from his glass. "It was quite a shame we never got a dance in that night together, just you and me."

Paul was mid sip when you said that, so you continued on.

"The music was great, everyone was in high spirits, and I was maybe too shy to approach you myself and ask you to dance with me. So I guess that's on me." You scratched your elbow as you announced your rather dumb confession to him.

Paul, who was nearly done with his drink now, waited a moment or two in thought, before rising to his feet, and wandering back over to the record player, scotch still in hand.

You tried to watch his movements over your shoulder, but it was really dark. All you knew was that he was changing the music.

The classical tune cut, and the player began to drawl a much slower, more recent song; one you hadn't yet heard.

Paul turned on his heel as he reapproached the sofa, taking the final sip of scotch he had left in his glass before placing it back down on the table, and reaching his hand out for you to take.

"Well, let's not let this dance wait any longer, then, yeah?"

You froze for just a moment, Paul's outstretched hand hung in the air for a few seconds, and your sight moved up to his face, where you noticed his confidence falter just a little.

"Again, I know it's late, and I know your plans for the night surely didn't include me..."

"But, still, here we are." Your words came out almost effortlessly. You finished your scotch as well, and when you finally put your hand in Paul's, he squeezed your fingers gently, that warm upturn finally returning to his lips.

He guided you slowly over to the windows so you weren't in so much darkness, the moonlight still shining just enough for you both to see one another; and when Paul decided he could see your face much better, he let his other hand drop to your waist, watching as your own hand rested on his forearm.

You both shifted from side to side to the beat of the music, and you stared absentmindedly at the small space between you both.

"... You okay?" He asked you quietly after a minute, and you looked up at him, cheeks reddening as you realized you could feel his breath fanning your face.

"I've realized just how long it's been since I last danced with someone like this," you mentioned sheepishly, and a little smirk pulled at the corner of Paul's mouth.

"You don't have two left feet, y'know," his tone was almost teasing, and you smiled back, glad he wasn't feeling so much sadness anymore.

Paul then added with a little shrug, "'Sides, I wanted to dance with you that night, too. But I'm very glad I have the honours now."

Paul began turning with you in slow circles together as you continued to sway, and you took a moment to decide your next words carefully.

"... I suppose what I'm trying to say is that it's different when you're dancing with someone who actually wants to dance with you. It's just... it's really nice. So thank you, Paul."

Paul let go of your waist for a moment, and raised your clasped hands above your heads so you could twirl under his arm.  When you did just that, and faced him again, he pulled you just a little closer than you were before, your torsos flush as his hand snaked slowly to the small of your back.

"Thank you," he mumbled back, quietly. You weren't entirely sure what he was thanking you for this time, but you never asked.

Instead, you shut your eyes and opted to rest your head in the crook of his neck as the hand you had on Paul's bicep slid upward so your arm circled around his shoulders, in a half embrace.

And then you felt Paul tilt his own head down as if to envelope you more. You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't skip a beat when he did that.

Paul then began to hum the lyrics of the song, quietly, as if you were the only person in the world who was meant to hear it. Both yours and his eyes were closed now as you two basked in such a beautiful moment.

Two lonely people, finding comfort, and peace in each other.

Paul raised your clasped hands closer to him so he could rest them against his chest. You could actually feel his heartbeat pounding against the side of your hand, which made you a little nervous, but not in a bad way.

Paul stopped moving you around in circles, but the swaying never ceased. He lifted his cheek off your crown after a while, and you couldn't help but open your eyes and raise your gaze back to his face.

Paul smiled so sweetly at you, and you watched his eyes shift ever so slightly from left to right as he looked back into yours. His eyebrows then worried for just a moment before he opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, but no words came out.

Your shifting finally slowed to a standstill, and you opened your mouth this time to speak, yet you found yourself in Paul's very position.

There was nothing to say.

You watched as his gaze softened on you, and you weren't sure if it was the drinks, or the lack of sleep, but it was like you could almost feel the gravity around you manipulating you to move just a little closer to him.

And he must have felt it as well. Paul's head began to drop slowly, and it wasn't long before you met him in the middle, your lips coming together in a very soft, and very unplanned kiss. The both of you kept still, almost as if the smallest move would have frightened the other away.

You were both holding your breath as well, and Paul pulled away from the kiss first, arm still wrapped around your back, hand still clasped in yours.

He was staring at you in awe, as were you, eyes wide, and lips still slightly parted as you both processed what exactly just happened.

Paul still couldn't muster any words, nor could you, for that matter; but he could definitely read your gaze. Your eyes were almost begging him to do that again.

And that's exactly what happened; your lips came crashing into each other again after only another second.

You weren't stupid, and neither was he. You both already knew this night was going to become something else entirely. You were craving the touch of someone, and you didn't even have to tell him.

You could just tell with the way he was moving his mouth against yours, and the way his body was flush with you, that he was wanting it just as bad.

Paul's hand finally let go of yours so he could lace his fingers into the hair at the back of your head, and your own hand slid around to his back. He tried pulling you even closer, but it just wasn't possible.

You sighed quietly as you kissed him again, and again, and Paul's hand unweaved itself from your hair as he cupped your face before breaking the kiss off again, another troubled look on his face.

"Ringo'll kill me if he knew I was--"

"Paul, please. I need this," you didn't let him finish his sentence. You didn't really care what your brother thought of anything, and you assumed, deep down, Paul really didn't care either, because he dove back in for more kisses as soon as he could.

His hands cupped your jawline as you gripped his sweater in your fists at his chest. You parted your mouth slightly and just melted into Paul's arms when he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.

You moaned lowly against him, ears ringing, and all Paul could think to do was blindly shuffle you backwards towards the sofa, but instead, you felt the coffee table hit the back your legs, and you nearly stumbled back. The glasses, once filled with scotch but now only ice, shuffled against the table's surface at the force of you bumping into it.

Paul ended your kiss once more, one of his hands leaving the side of your face to circle around your hips quickly so you didn't fall back. He smiled at you when he knew you weren't going anywhere, offering you a teasing, "maybe you do have two left feet, Darling."

That wonderful pet name made your flesh rise with goosebumps, but all you could mumble to him was, "Just shut up and kiss me, Paul."

Without hesitation, he did just that, which felt like an eternity to the both of you since the last one.

He, still blindly, yet carefully, directed you around the table and to the sofa. Paul, with his hands holding your hips, was the first to sink down, but encouraged you to straddle him as soon as he was fully seated with an encouraging tap to the back of your thighs.

It was your turn to pull away now, your dominant hand resting flat against the centre of Paul's chest as you gave him a good once-over, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm.

Paul was leaned back, lips parted and shining, assumably from the spit you'd been exchanging, and his eyes almost twinkling at you in adoration.

Your heart was full of something you hadn't felt in a very long time, and it was all because of this sensual interaction.

You reached out with your other hand and ran your thumb over his bottom lip, his shallow breath fluttering gently against the skin on your fingers. You tilted his head up and kissed him again, and your fingernails just couldn't resist playing with his beard any longer.

Paul's grip on your hips tightened when you started doing that, and when you decided to take your other hand off his chest and start playing with his hair, he let out a very low groan against your lips, and to both of your surprise, his hips bucked up involuntarily against you.

He gasped at his own actions, and you pulled away to view the look of apologetic shock written on his face. His cheeks and neck were flushed, and his eyebrows were bent in worry, again.

"I-I promise I didn't mean to..." Paul's voice carried a hint of... shame, almost. You watched as he nervously toyed his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried searching his brain for something to say, but the effects of his drink and your sweet attention had him grasping for any type of clear thought.

But all of his attempts went completely out the window when you lowered your hips down and rocked them back against his, his head falling back against the sofa as his eyes rolled, a guttural moan rumbling from deep within his chest.

It was absolutely apparent that Paul's jeans were lacking the room they'd possessed a few minutes prior, and when you repeated the circular motion with your hips again, feeling him hard against your core, you were rewarded with another low growl from him.

"W-wait," Paul uttered weakly after a second, arms and fingers tightening at your hips to keep you from moving around and teasing him again, as much as he didn't want you to stop.

"I want this so much. I want you so much," he began, taking a beat to rake his eyes down your body as his tongue swiped against his own bottom lip. His gaze flitted back to your eyes, and he swallowed nervously.

"I don't want you to do this if you aren't, y'know..." you waited for him to finish his thought, and his round pink cheeks seemed to flush just a little more.

"If you're not okay with it."

You took a second to think on his argument. You and he were relatively fresh out of troubled relationships, and you both seemed to be hurting from the aftermath of said relationships...

But you were so lonely, too. And, to each other, you were simply beautiful, and respectful people, offering your... company... in a time of isolation for you both.

And it wasn't like there was any label for what you two were, either. All you and Paul needed was to feel wanted-- to feel loved.

And only if you could experience such a feeling for one more night in your life, Paul was offering now. And you were going to take it.

"I want this moment to last, Paul. If you're okay with making me feel wanted again, I am more than comfortable doing the same for you."

You could see him visibly relax when you said that, relief washing over his features as he reached a hand up to caress the back of your neck and bring you into a single, sweet kiss. You still couldn't get over how gentle and polite he was still being about all of this.

"We should really... go to my room," Paul suggested quietly after pulling a fraction of an inch away from the contact. You nodded your head, sighing "okay" as Paul closed the gap between you both just once more, only for a peck.

He let go of your hips and he reached for your hands instead, fingers intertwining slowly, and affectionately. You slid out of his lap, and Paul rose to his feet, guiding you without a hurry towards of the threshold of the den, where you stood to greet him unexpectedly just an hour or so before this moment.

The 45 on the record player had since finished playing the song, needle spinning needlessly in silence. Paul briefly resituated the player before continuing your journey one step at a time towards his bedroom, the heart in your chest beating erratically.

You climbed the stairs together, one dragging step at a time, and Paul led you around the corner of the hallway, pausing at the first room on the right. He glanced over at you, hand on the doorknob as he gave you another look. One that was asking a final, "are you sure?"

You placed your free hand over Paul's without a sound, and together you opened the door. He pulled you in for one more intimate embrace, lips on yours again before he pulled you into the dark room, gently kicking the door closed behind him.

And that night, you stayed with Paul. Hand-in-hand, bodies entwined, souls healing, loneliness fading away, and hopes of feeling whole again finally returning.

Being awake in the middle of the night had never been so gratifying.

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A/A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! like I said, I can always whip up a part 2 regarding what happened behind those closed doors, so lmk if you're interested in that at all! Thanks for the support again and stay tuned for more works!

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Liverpool, February 1963. Photo by Michael Ward/Iconic Images, © Iconic Images. “Each Beatle differs so much from the other Beatles that it’s odd they get on so well together. They like each other best. ‘We are our friends,’ says George. ‘Friends, buddies, and pals,’ says John. They derive strength from being collective. (There was a fifth Beatle, Stuart Sutcliffe, a good artist who bought a guitar from the sale of his first picture and died in Germany from a brain tumor at the age of 21.) They are bound together by their hair, their music and their jokes.” - Maureen Cleave, Evening Standard, October 19, 1963 “The Beatles were a little unit on their own. We grew up together, we played all our apprenticeship together in Liverpool and Germany. We completely understood each other.” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, October 22, 1987 “[When visiting Liverpool] I just look at all the places and say, ‘there’s where I was born, there’s where I lived, there’s where I went to school, there’s where the Cavern got knocked down.’ My friends were really John, Paul and Ringo and we all moved at the same time. I do miss Liverpool.” - George Harrison, 1992 interview; CNN, 2001 (x)

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[ceofjohnlennon]

"Eventually I learned to distinguish the differences in temperament. John's granny glasses and pale skin, milk-white like the tigers in the Delhi zoo, suggested the persona of a studious intellectual, high-strung and enigmatic, carefully sifting the text of the Maharishi's wisdom for the grains of something that he could recognize as the truth. Like a lot of other people west of Suez, in Europe and America, he'd been expecting a guru to turn up, and suddenly, 'There he was in the Hilton hotel.' Yes, he said, it was great to be rich, great to be famous, but 'we're not the eternal rich men,' and money isn't what makes or sings the songs. One evening when Harrison said that 'nobody can be one hundred percent without the inner life,' Lennon told the other students at the table that the band's records served as diaries of its developing consciousness. In the photographs seen on the covers of their recent albums, he hoped and assumed that people might notice 'something going on behind the eyes other than guitar boogie.' He wasn't sure that the Maharishi was wiser than Lewis Carroll, but he knew that if a person could find within himself an inner wonderland impervious to the pressures of space and time, 'then nothing's going to shake my world.' Ringo and Paul didn't talk as much about the meditation. Yes, they had results with it. No, it wasn't a put-on, but their attitude implied that it was George's thing, and if he wanted to go to India, okay, fine, everybody went to India. Ringo missed his children and his nine cats, and he figured that he could assume the lotus position just as successfully in Liverpool. Maureen hated the flies — to the point that if there was only one fly in the room she would know exactly where it was, how it got there, and why it must be destroyed. She and Ringo had consulted the Maharishi on the subject, but the Maharishi told them that for people traveling in the realm of pure consciousness, flies no longer matter very much. 'Yes,' Ringo said, 'but that doesn't zap the flies, does it?' McCartney objected to the Maharishi's excessive adulation of the band and all its works ('the bit about being the sons of God and the saviors of mankind'), nor did he much care for the abstractions that sustained the yogi's grandiose metaphysics. 'I get a bit lost in the upper reaches of it,' he said. He also wished that the Maharishi would avoid talking to the Beatles about subjects that he, McCartney, knew something about. He found the Maharishi's support of the draft laws disillusioning; his girlfriend, Jane Asher, often wondered aloud what it would be like to see the moonlight on the Taj Mahal. Talking to Paul was easier than talking to George or to Ringo — his accent not as strong, more willing to exchange meaningless pleasantries, still fond of smoking cigarettes, his sense of humor affable and tolerant. When he showed up one day at lunch to say that he'd had a dream about being trapped in a leaking submarine of indeterminate color, it was Anneliese Braun who provided the interpretation. She clapped her hands in the enthusiastic way of a child seeing its first snowfall. 'How very nice,'x she said, wondering if McCartney appreciated the great truth with which he had been blessed. Paul smiled and said he didn't think he quite got all of it. 'Why it's the perfect meditation dream,' Anneliese said. The voyage in the submarine represented the descent into pure consciousness in the vehicle of the mantra; the leaks represented anxiety, and the surfacing of the submarine in a London street signified a happy return to society and one’s fellow men (like Ulysses coming back to Penelope), which was the purpose of all good meditation. The other people at the table applauded, and Geoffrey drew a comparison to the paintings of Hieronymous Bosch."

The Beatles in India. ㅡ From the book "With The Beatles" by Lewis Lapham.

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[mysweetgeo]

Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

hello love! i am soooo so sorry about the very very long wait for this—i found myself quite busy and in quite a writing slump. i hope this is worth the wait !

Cupid's Arrow

Request: Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

14: “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s Arrow.”

16: “Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

Pairing: John Lennon x Reader

Warnings: Only a bit if swearing, dare I say a bit mild for good old Lennon.

Not written with an extremely specific era in mind—sometime after George and Pattie married in January 1966.

You and John Lennon hardly had a conventional relationship—if you could even call it that. 

Yes, that John Lennon.

You were currently one of the many personal assistants to Brian Epstein, therefore making you an assistant to The Beatles.

You’d ‘landed’ the gig when the lads had first taken off in Liverpool—you had worked at NEMS for Brian ever since you were able to work as a teenager.

While you loved your job, you did find many aspects of your work incredibly stressful, you had to make deadlines and phone calls like any other assistant.

But worst of all—you had make sure that any food orders were perfectly correct or else you’d never hear the end of it from John.

You got on perfectly well with all four of the boys, in fact you’d gone to school with George up until he’d been placed at Liverpool Institute for Boys.

Each of them had your heart in one way or another:

Paul (an endless flirt) always greeted you first thing with a smile that would make any girl weak in the knees and a very chipper, “Good morning, love. How’s it?”

George was very kind and always asked about you and your family and if you’d heard about one craze or the next—always in the know and wanting to make sure you were up to speed. 

Ringo was the friendliest, he always would offer to walk you in the building if you arrived at the same time and you were always invited to his home for tea. You and Maureen got on wonderfully and it was always such a joy to be invited to the home of a Beatle even if you saw the lads nearly every day. 

John, on the other hand was always pulling anything and everything he could on you.

He always seemed to have a wise remark to say in response to anything you said or did, no matter what it was. 

It didn’t seem to end with him, and nearly everything was a joke—at your expense, not that you particularly minded.

You’d had some indifferent feelings towards John in the nearly 6 year span of your acquaintance.

Today was no different, it was Valentine’s Day and it seemed that each of the boys had their plans set out with whomever they were taking out.

You knew most of the ins and outs of each of their personal lives, Ringo and Maureen were married with yet another kid on the way, George had just married Pattie Boyd not long ago and they were very much still in the honeymoon phase, and Paul had been seeing Jane Asher for quite some time but it seemed to be going nowhere.

You couldn’t quite read John. He never liked to open up about those things with you, but you did know that he was single—at least that’s what Paul had told you the other day. 

You’d put these thoughts far out of your mind while you had a friendly chat with all four of the boys in the canteen when you had all arrived, you were sat beside Ringo at one of the small tables while John and George grabbed a tea. 

George sat to your other side and John had sat across from you, passing you a cuppa across the table with a wink.

You smiled as a wordless ‘thank you’ while George soon began chatting your ear off about his plans with Pattie for the evening—you often wondered how anyone could even faintly consider him the ‘Quiet Beatle’ when you’d never had a moments peace while in his presence. 

George was soon interrupted by Paul, and then Ringo and soon you knew of all three’s Valentine’s plans. 

John remained silent while you engaged in conversation with the remaining Beatles, seemingly taking it all in or perhaps feeling a touch of jealousy at the fact that he didn’t have any plans for the evening. 

The coziness of the conversation was soon over and the lads began working on a quick take with just Paul, George and Ringo—which proved to be a very rare occurrence—and you found yourself lounged on a couch in the control room with John. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know,” John’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Oh, is it?” You asked, playing coy. “I’d have never known. Say, that must be why I was calling for reservations for you lot a month and a half ago!”

John snorted a laugh and gently nudged you with his shoulder, “Oi, not me I’ll have you know!”

You pushed back with a nudge of your own, “Well I know that much—I’d be pretty dim if I thought I was makin’ you a reservation when George is the one who asked!” 

John only gave you a closed mouth smile as he draped his arm on the couch behind you, allowing a comfortable silence to encroach upon the two of you once again. 

A familiar warm feeling in your stomach began to set in, a feeling you felt nearly any time you were alone or in close proximity to John. 

Another take was done before the other three decided to call it a day, it was early in the afternoon and they all likely had other things planned for their loved ones. 

Once your duties were done for the day, you bid farewell to Brian and George Martin before popping your head into the canteen to tell the boys goodbye and wish them a happy Valentine’s.

Upon doing so you only found Paul and George, who thanked you for the regards and for helping with their plans. 

Ringo and John had seemingly already left so you decided to concede and walk back to your car. 

What you found waiting for you proved to be very interesting.

John projected a casual ‘coolness’ as he smoked a cigarette and leaned against your car, a sly smile on his face when he saw you approach. 

“Hey, I was looking for you inside but thought you’d already left—to what do I owe the pleasure of John Lennon leaning against my car?” You asked, mirroring his cool demeanor. 

He let tendrils of smoke release from his mouth before flicking his cigarette to the ground and clearing his throat. 

“I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s sparrow,” he said in a very serious tone, eyes meeting yours. 

“You mean, ‘I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow’?” You asked, huffing a laugh. 

John’s face immediately burnt a bright red at his jumbled words, “Well—yeah! It’s not my fault, I’m nervous!”

“Why are you nervous, John?” You asked, tilting your head because you couldn’t understand why John would be nervous, especially when he was speaking to you. 

John threw his hands in the air, exasperated, “Why?” He asked, huffing loudly before continuing, “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!” 

You knew your mouth had dropped open the moment John had finished his sentence, but you were frozen in place, unsure of what your next move should be. 

“Fuck—I knew I should have waited. I didn’t mean to—“ John cut himself off with a shake of his head, “I thought you felt something similar, sorry I’ve read this wrong.”

John turned to walk by you and back into the studio, but you’d already reached a hand out to grab his arm before he could get very far. 

His head whipped back in your direction, eyes searching yours for anything that could clue him in to what you were going to say. 

“I like you, John. I’m not sure if what I feel is what you could call ‘love’, but I do get a warm feeling inside whenever I’m with you,” you moved closer and placed your other hand on his opposite arm. “I’d like to explore that feeling, if you’ll have me.”

John grinned, his hands coming around your back and pulling you close to him for a hug. 

“That’s better than any Valentine’s present I could have ever received.”

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[thebeatles-world]

Can you do a fic where ringo takes care of the reader who got too drunk at a party?🥺

Yesss! I love this idea 🤗❤️

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Ringo x Y/N imagine

Ringo decided to invite you to a private party that was thrown for the Beatles celebration. You were going through a breakup with your ex boyfriend and it would be nice just to get away from your place and have some fun.

You and Ringo were friends for a while now. People thought that you two were a couple but you and Ringo just laughed at that thought and told people that you and him were just friends and nothing else.

He was with Maureen. You were with the man that you thought that was the love of your life but sadly it didn’t work out between you and him. So you guys ended the relationship and never spoke to each other ever again.

It’s been a few weeks since the breakup. You sighed to yourself and got ready. You did your hair and picked out a dress that was inspired by Marilyn Monroe where she wore that white dress in the film Seven Year Itch.

Marilyn Monroe was the person you looked up especially when it came to fashion. Sadly she died around August of 1962 which broke your heart when you heard the news of her passing.

As you were playing “I Wanna Be Loved By You.” By Marilyn Monroe in the background you couldn’t help but think of Ringo as the song played.

“I wanna be loved by you, just you

Nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you, alone.”

You sang along to the lyrics. You picture Ringo giving you one of his handsome smiles as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help but think of his beautiful blue eyes and oh, his gorgeous smile that could light up the whole room.

“Wait, am I having feelings for Ringo?” You said to you, slowly covering your mouth.

“Oh gross. No. He’s just a friend that’s all.” You brushed it off, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when Ringo appeared in your mind.

Earlier today, you told Ringo that you would meet him there at the party so you had someone drive you to the party.

When you got to the party, you enter the big wide doors to the mansion where the party took place at.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked in. There was lots of people around you drinking and chatting with each other.

“Wow this is what Hollywood parties looks like.” You said to yourself.

You noticed someone passing out alcohol beverages to people and you went over there to get yourself a glass of alcohol.

As you were sipping your glass of alcohol, you heard someone call your name.

“Yes?” You turned around, confused.

“Hey Y/N, It’s me Ringo.” You saw Ringo standing there with a smile on his face.

He looked so handsome as always. Fine as always. You thought to yourself.

You blushed as you looked at him.

“I-I.. Oh hey Ringo! Good to see you.” You said with a smile as you walked over to him.

“Wow Y/N … you look absolutely stunning.” Ringo said as you saw him checking you out.

“Don’t be silly Ringo.” You giggled as you grabbed your best friend cheek and squeezed it.

“I’m being serious.” Ringo said, poking you on the waist.

“Shall we?” Ringo asked, offering you to put your arm around his elbow.

“Why yes.” You said, putting your arm around Ringo’s elbow.

Together you guys walked to the table where the Beatles sat.

You never met the Beatles before but you knew who they were and you loved their music.

“Whoa Ringo who is this hot bird you got here?” Paul asked when you and Ringo both arrived at the table.

“This is Y/N. She’s one of my good friends. I decided to invite her here.” Ringo said.

“Hi nice to meet you.” You said as you shook everyone’s hand at the table.

John, George and Paul were taken back.

“Are you sure she’s your friend? Are you sure she isn’t your girlfriend mate?” John asked Ringo with a wink.

“No she’s just a friend.” Ringo rolled his eyes and playfully slapped John on the head.

You giggled.

“Oh I wish he didn’t think of me as a friend.” You thought to yourself once again.

George didn’t say anything to you. He just kept on staring at you.

Which you heard that George was the quiet one in the group. It was understandable.

But on the other hand, John and Paul were drooling over you.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll be taking Y/N over to have a couple of drinks with me.” Ringo said as he stood up and offer his hand to you.

“Hey, I mean… you have a girlfriend Ringo. It’s not fair that you get to take Y/N away from us. Remember I’m still single.” Paul reminded Ringo.

“Me and-“ Ringo sighed for a minute and then cleared his throat.

“So anyways, it was nice seeing you fellas.” Ringo said quickly changing the subject and grabbing your hand.

“Nice meeting you all.” You said with a smile before Ringo dragged you away.

“I’m so sorry my bandmates can get carried away.” Ringo apologize.

“Oh, I don’t mind. They were pretty fun to be around.” You giggled.

Pretty soon you and Ringo were drinking and chatting with each other.

You couldn’t control your drinking. You kept on drinking and drinking alcohol as hours went by.

You were pretty drunk as time went on.

“Look Ringo, I’m having sooo much fun.” You giggled as you spin in circles on the floor.

“Okay darling, I think you had a bit too much-“ Ringo was saying before you cut him off.

“No, drinking is fun. Come drink some more with me.” You gently pulled on his tie.

“I think that’s enough Y/N” Ringo told you gently but you didn’t listen to him. You took one shot of alcohol and begin to dance drunken.

“I love feeling like this.” You laughed.

You were definitely wasted. Ringo had to chase you during the whole mansion just to make sure you didn’t drink anymore alcohol or acted too crazy.

He wanted to make sure you were okay too.

“RINGO I LOVE YOU!!” You shouted at the top of your lungs. It made a few people turn their heads to look at you.

“Shh Y/N. I love you too but you got to calm yourself down darling. You’re wasted.” Ringo shushed you.

“You only love me as a friend.” You slurred your words.

“You don’t love me as a girlfriend. You love me as a friend. I’m just your best friend Ringo. Nothing else.” Your words were started to slur even more.

“Let’s talk about this for another time okay love? Right now let’s focus on you.” Ringo said.

He had permission from the owner of the party to use the guest room. He picked you up and carried you to the guest room.

“Ringo baby, where am I?” You groan as you rubbed your head. You felt a headache coming your way.

“You are still at the party love.” Ringo said to you gently. He filled up a glass of water for you and handed you a couple of pills.

“Here take this. This should relieve your headache and the hangover you’ll be having in the morning.” He said.

You nodded and drank some water with the pills.

Ringo went into the guest bathroom and then came back with a wet washcloth.

“Here, keep this on your forehead.” Ringo placed the warm washcloth on your forehead.

You nodded once again, listening to Ringo’s advice.

“I um… also got you a bucket for just in case….” Ringo said, placing the bucket near you.

“Just in case for what?” You questioned him.

Suddenly you felt your stomach rumble and then before you know it, you started to hurl into the bucket.

“Just in case you throw up darling.” Ringo held your hair back as you threw up into the bucket.

“Why are you being nice to me?” You groan, after you were finally done with throwing up.

“It’s not that I’m being nice. I just care about you Y/N.” Ringo said.

He laid down next to you.

“Please don’t leave me Ringo.” You said in a whisper, pressing your head against his chest.

“I won’t never leave you Y/N. I adore you too much to even do that to you.” Ringo kissed your head.

“Oh gosh… I hope Maureen doesn’t mind this. Tell her I’m so sorry for laying on your chest and for me being drunk and flirty towards you. Honestly.” You said as you thought about his girlfriend Maureen.

You didn’t even think about Maureen while you were drunk or when Ringo was taking care of you.

“It’s okay. Actually we broke up this morning.” Ringo said almost in a whisper. You could have swore that his voice cracked when he announced the breakup between him and Maureen.

You stood up too quickly and you could swore that you were going to throw up again but you did your best not too.

“Oh no Ringo I’m so sorry! I could tell how much you loved her.” You said sadly as you looked at Ringo. He looked sad himself. You could tell how happy Ringo got when he talked about Maureen with you in the past and how much it annoyed you that your best friend couldn’t stop talking about her but at the end it made you happy that Ringo was happy. It was worth every word that Ringo said about Maureen when he got so happy to talk about her.

“It’s okay Y/N. We didn’t work out. I just didn’t wanna say anything. I also knew we were drifting apart a month later so we just stopped communicating and stopped putting effort into the relationship. We discussed in person this morning that it would be best if we went our separate ways.” Ringo explained to you.

“Oh I’m so so sorry my love.” You hugged Ringo. You and Ringo hugged each other in silence.

“For a month that we didn’t communicate with each other. There’s a girl that cheered me up without knowing what was going on in my relationship but she doesn’t know that she cheered me up. She made me happy and she made me feel some type of special way that Maureen never made me feel.” Ringo explained.

“Oh. Who?” You said in confusion. You were still a bit drunk but not as drunk as before.

“It was you Y/N. You cheered me up. You made me feel so happy and you laughed at my jokes that Maureen could never laugh at. I had such feelings for you that I just didn’t wanna say anything for the sake of our friendship.” Ringo said to you.

“Awww Ringo. You are so cute.” You kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m definitely going to forget about what you said in the morning aren’t I?” You said with a giggle, still feeling a little drunk.

“Yes you are darling.” Ringo laughed.

“But i hope you don’t forget about this.” Ringo grabbed your chin gently and leaned in to kiss you on your lips.

Your cheeks turned bright red as you kissed him back.

****Let me know if you guys want a part 2 of this and what ideas you want me to put in ****

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[chezzabellesworld]

So let’s talk Patty Boyd, she one that was one of the main main models of the 1960s. She gained recognition in the film a hard days night(Beatles film) just Anita Pallenberg was with the Rolling Stones she was with the Beatles and that is how George Harrison met her on the set of a hard days night when she played a schoolgirl. She has a very interesting life story. Her sister was with the drama of Fleetwood Mac, Mick Fleetwood, they were both models she’s a Pisces and so is George it’s very interesting when you and your partner are the same time because they give us the same essence and you are the same essence in your sunshine. The rest of the chart can be a lot more complicated in Siri all composite, so some of the best songs ever have been written about Patty Boyd, Layla, being the most well one and also you look wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton who stole Patty from George, but I don’t believe anybody can be stolen if the relationship is truly over and those two people have had enough of each other.

When it became the end of the relationship, Georgia got very into Indian culture and Harry Krishna. He was chanting around the house all the time when she was chaunting around the house when she was trying to get through to him, he cheated on her with Maureen Starkey, which was Ringo Starr‘s wife, which is very deceitful and very mean for her from both parties because her and Maureen were supposedly quite close, and also it was very wrong of George to do that to Ringo Ringo, who is a cancer Maureen who is a Leo which is very common for Leo women. They can’t always be a girls girl as much as they want to be. They won’t always be but let’s not forget that Patty did the same to George with Eric, even though that came as you later, and then what did Eric do to Patty he cheated on her too they both had the most beautiful woman in the world and they treated her not so we’ll.

Later on in her late years, she is not resentful of any of this, and she has wrote a book about all of the debacle and everything that happened in those times of her lives, and I believe that she has many happy memories 😌☀️🙏🌞💎🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 they love, George and Eric would’ve been attracted to patties exulted X halted Venus in Pisces, which squares her Gemini Mars, so her masculine energy brings out the bad of her feminine energy. I think astrology squares are more significant and oppositions, and there are a lot more difficult to deal with because for example, let’s say you’re a Leo a Scorpio, which squares you is going to make you feel uncomfortable they might make you feel less prideful. They might make you feel protective where is for a Scorpio and Leo Leo may make the Scorpio feel uncomfortable by being overconfident or by being oversensitive or by letting themselves be on show of who they really are, George was a Scorpio moon, Scorpio Mans, feel very intensely. They are very private. They are private about things that they should not maybe even be private about it is in detriment. Sorry it is in it fall . Hi rising sign is in Capricorn. He’s rising sign is in Libra, so they square each other so putting that together, his libra ascendant sat in her eighth house, so she could’ve had a lot of delusions about the relationship in a very dark and twisted way and she could’ve been controlled by that because his moon would’ve also been sat in the night house which was higher power higher learning on the Sagittarius household so those two placements were sitting together very closely, and when the moon and Neptune come closely together, you can have very unreal estate and delusions around relationships for her. That must’ve been very difficult, and I spoke, she had a whole life because she had it with Eric, too

For George, he is a libra rising and her ascendant is going to sit in his Hot ascendant is going to sit in his fourth house which is to do with family lineage heritage where you come from your roots and who you are as the person from a very young age. It also is the house that rules cancer so yeah we’ve Capricorn being here in the opposite sign. There might be some conflict there, but he is going to feel very deep connection to her emotionally, as I believe it’s the house of the moon some argue it’s the house of the father while some argue it’s the house of the mother but there’s a little interesting story for you about the Beatles. I’m sure many of you knew this already .

[maureensmistress]

Makeover: Maureen x Reader Oneshot Fluff

female!reader, sister-in-law!reader (Ringo's little sister), catching feelings, preslash, makeup, fluff

“Okay, you can open your eyes,” Mo said excitedly.

You blinked at the woman in the mirror. For a moment you truly couldn’t believe it was you—this was a grown woman, mature and confident and beautiful. Not shy, awkward little Ginny Starkey.

But there was your wavy brown hair, gathered in a sophisticated updo, a few tendrils framing your face. And those were your lips drawing your eye, painted candy pink so they seemed even fuller. Even your slightly-too-big nose suited you now -- it was strong and defined, but that matched your vivid blue eyes, elongated with eyeliner, and the rosy glow in your round cheeks. 

Maureen hadn’t really made you look like someone else, you realized. It was just that she’d seen all these beautiful things in you that you'd never been able to see yourself.

“I look like a girl,” you said stupidly.

Mauren bit back a giggle. “You *are* a girl.”

“No, I mean…” You shook your head, the tendrils of hair around your face swishing side to side. “I look like a *pretty* girl.”

Mo tsked. “Whoever said you weren’t pretty?” she said softly, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

For just a moment something wild and uncontrollable came to life in your chest, something terrifying that you didn’t want to touch. You tore your eyes away, your face growing warm.

There was silence for what felt like a very long time. And then Maureen hummed, like a little “oh well”, and busied herself gathering her makeup brushes. You watched her slim fingers work, feeling that wild thing in your chest reluctantly settle down. You had a horrible feeling like you’d just made a mistake, but you couldn’t begin to imagine why.

“Thank you, Mo,” you said after a moment, your voice coming out almost in a whisper.

She paused, glancing up so your eyes met again in the mirror. She seemed a bit confused, maybe wondering why you were so shy all of a sudden. “Of course.”

“No, I mean…” You bit your lip. What did you mean? “Thank you for making me feel beautiful,” you said in a small voice.

“Oh.” Maureen's voice came out small as well. This time she was the one to break eye contact, her gaze falling to her hands. But, even with her downcast eyes, you saw her lips curl into a tiny smile.

#maureen starkey #the beatles #maureen starkey x reader #fluff #preslash #cute #x reader fic #beatles girls x reader #beatles girls

[annelizabethwrites]

Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett, Star

Warning: talks about addiction

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June 16th, 1969

I felt a trail of kisses on my neck; with a giggle, I opened my eyes to see Roger hovering over me with his blue eyes sparkling.

"Good morning," I put my arms around his neck.

"Good morning, my Little Wolf," Roger smirked, "Ready to party?"

"Depends," I giggled. Roger moved to my side, looking at me. I moved to my side, and we looked at each other. He started to look around my room with just his eyes rolling.

"I can tell where your side ends, and Star's side starts," Roger looked around as I laughed a bit.

"Yeah... we're a bit different when it comes to decorating," I laid on my back and looked around, "Plus, one was obsessed with Elvis, the other was Beach Boys. One loves photography. The other loves drawing. We always had different interests, and our rooms always showed it."

"When was the first time you didn't share a room with Star?" Roger asked me.

"When we went to Uni. Star and I have been sharing a room since we were born. We shared a room here. We shared a room with George, Paul, and Ringo at the shared flat. We shared a room at Kenwood. The first year, we still shared a room for the holidays... it wasn't until I moved out that we officially stopped sharing a room."

"Do you miss it?" Roger asked.

"Eh, I mean, I got so used to sharing a room with her. It was to the point when I first moved into the flat that Star always slept over because it was weird for the both of us. We eventually got used to it, but her moving in kinda helped," I turned to face him and smirked, "As much as I love being in bed with you, I should get up and help Ness."

"Yeah," Roger sighed, not wanting to get out of bed.

Later...

Star and I are getting ready in our old bedroom. We helped set up and let the other three get prepared before us. We both put on the dresses we were given by our father with matching heels that Star and I bought yesterday. We both put our hair in different half-up and half-down hairstyles and are finishing our makeup.

"Ready?" I asked Star. 

"You're showing your scar!" Star smiled as she turned around, "Feeling confident?"

"No, but this dress is an open back, and it is way too hot to cover it," I shrugged as we walked down and tried to see if Venessa needed our help anymore and Venessa was shocked.

"You're showing your scar!" Venessa ran up and hugged me, but I was in no hugging mood. Yes, I am showing my scar. What a big deal?

"Nessa. I love you but get off of me," I smiled, and she pulled away.

"Can you help the boys in the front? They're setting up the firepit for later and helping James cook on the grill," Venessa asked both of us, "I love the guys and all, but I don't trust them with fire."

"I see your point," Star and I said and walked outside. Venessa was right, never to trust the lads with fire. They started to play with fire and laugh. Yoko, Maureen, and Linda were too busy trying not to pay attention.

"Wow, Nessa is right. Never trust you guys with fire," Star looked at them as I started to laugh.

"Hey, twins," They looked at us, then looked at me, and John, of all people, pointed out, "Hey Scar, you are-"

"Showing my scar, I know. Can everyone stop pointing that out?" I snapped.

"Damn, doesn't have to be a bitch about it," John crossed his arms.

"Sorry, just stop pointing it out, okay?" I sighed.

"Alright, jeez," John threw his hands up in defense as Sandy, Payton, Lori, Freddie, and Brian walked in. Meanwhile, Roger and Tim are somewhere around here. 

"Hey guys," Sandy smiled.

"Hey San, how's the baby?" I asked.

"I can't wait for them to be out, and I can hold in my pee. Speaking of, I'll be right back," Sandy rushed inside to use the bathroom.

"There's the short-stacks," Tim walked out with Roger from the house. Roger's eyes quickly spotted me. He walked over, wrapped his arms around me, and gently kissed me.

"You look gorgeous," Roger smirked at me.

"Thank you," I smiled at him.

"Wow, he gets a smile and a kiss, and I get snapped at?" John scolded, "After years of watching your back, this is how I get repaid?"

"Do you want a kiss on the cheek, Lennon?" I rolled my eyes

"For little old me, your dearest big brother-"

"And you ruined the moment," I smiled

"I always do."

John was going to say something, then Julian ran out of Mimi's house and over to we are. Julian ran up to me and jumped onto me.

"Hi," Julian got comfortable in my grasp.

"Hey, little dude," I lifted him to hold him properly.

"Look! I'm matching with dad!" Julian showed me his outfit, which also matched John's outfit: "It was a surprise, and I love it!"

"You two look amazing, Jul!" I smiled. Julian gave me a huge smile, then wished to go to Star.

✌︎︎♡︎Star's POV

Scarlett gave me Julian. He had a somewhat matching outfit with John on and a bright smirk.

"Hi, auntie Star! You look very pretty!" Julian smiled.

"Thanks, Jul," I smiled as I felt a soft gaze on me. I noticed George was gazing at me while talking to James, Venessa's husband. George and I still haven't told anyone besides a select few that we are going out. We will say to the press when we see it's fit, plus I have to tell Pattie since she's been pushing me to date him since she left him.

"Why are you and Uncle Geo looking at each other like that?" Julian asked, "Do you love him?"

Julian is an intelligent kid; he has a sense of aroundness. Julian had to because of John's erratic behavior. He's such a sweet kid; he's becoming like his mother, which is fantastic.

"I do, just like how Auntie Scar loves Rog," I smiled. Julian didn't look so pleased when I mentioned Roger, "Don't like him?"

"No," Julian shook his head.

"Why?" I asked.

"A few months ago, I noticed Auntie Scar was crying because of him. He made her cry. She doesn't deserve someone that makes her cry," Julian told me.

"Julian, she cried because she missed him, but they are together now, and she's happy," I stated, "Will you like him if you see that he makes her happy?"

"Yes," Julian told me. I looked over and saw Roger and Scarlett about to kiss, I told Julian to look at them, and they shared a small kiss.

"See, he makes her happy," I told him.

"Does Uncle George make you happy?" Julian asked.

"Yes, very happy," I smiled. George walked over and smiled.

"What's very happy?" George asked as Julian giggled.

"Jul asked if you make me happy, and I very much," I giggled. Julian signaled he wanted to be put down, and I gently put him down, then he ran in to see the other kids.

✌︎︎♡︎Scarlett's POV (Later...)

The people from London started to come. Star invited her work friends, Aaron and Theo. I asked Kelly, Cordelia, Ella, and Hailey, the publicist whose childhood best friends with Kelly, Jasmine, and Kelly brought her son Danny and one of our models Maddie. Kelly has her inner circle; Cordelia, Hailey, and Jasmine have been her best friends since elementary school and helped her create Kelly's Closet. Jasmine was her first model, Hailey was always the one to bring her work to the public, and Cordelia helped her with the actual work. They met Ella, who is also in her inner circle. Ella managed Kelly and gave her opportunities that made Kelly's Closet a success. Danny, her son, and Kelly are very close. It's always been those two since he was born. If Kelly has to go far distances, she'll bring Danny. I have no clue why Kelly asked if she could bring Maddie, but Maddie is a sweetheart and probably the model I talk to the most. So I, of course, didn't mind. Tim, Brian, and Freddie, mostly Tim, couldn't keep their eyes off Maddie and Jasmine.

"Eyes off," I slapped the three.

"But they're fucking hot!" Tim groaned.

"Tim," I glared.

"Alright, Alright, But they-" Tim started as I narrowed my look, "I'll stop now."

"Thank you," I rolled my eyes.

"Are they single?" Tim asked. I slapped the back of his neck for the response, "So that's a no?"

"You're not dating one of my models," I rolled my eyes.

"But I could," Tim looked at me.

"But you're not," I looked back.

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"Star!" Tim groaned, walking over to George and me, "Can you PLEASE tell your sister not to put restrictions on her models! They're hot, but she banned me from doing anything!"

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm planning on dumping her," Tim thought loudly.

"Scarlett does have a good reason to shag-ban her models from you," I shrugged.

"Oh yeah, why's that?" Tim crosses his arms.

"Back in Hampton, didn't you have a group of girls fighting because they swore they were dating you because you shagged them? Not to mention you and Elaina have had an on-and-off relationship since 1965. You've hurt many of her exes and your exes for the last four years because you two end up cheating for the other." I looked at him, "Scarlett probably doesn't want to drag her models into that."

"No one likes a know-it-all Star," Tim crosses his arms like a little child and scoffs.

"Is someone being a child," I mimicked Tim as George laughed at me. Tim scoffed, then walked off.

"Deep down, he loves me," I joked.

"It's you. It's impossible not to love you." George flirted as I blushed, I wanted to kiss him, but we agreed to tell people later and act normal during this party.

"I would kiss you right now if everyone wasn't around us," I bit my lip.

"I would too," George whispers, then kiss my ear, "But I could do that."

"Don't worry, later I can give you all the love I can give," I smirked.

"Can't wait," George smiled, then George noticed Pattie. Those two have been avoiding each other. It kind of still hurts for George, which I understand. George quickly snatched a kiss from me before walking off. Luckily no one saw us. Pattie and Eric walked up to me, and I smiled.

"Hey guys," I tried to calm my blushing.

"Are you two dating?" Pattie slightly jumped with excitement.

"Hi to you too, Pat," I giggled.

"You look much better than the last time we saw you," Eric looked at me.

"Yeah, I was freshly out of withdrawal. I'm doing much better now. I'm one month sober today," I smiled with pride.

"Well, congratulations," Eric smiled, "What about you and George? We caught that quick kiss."

"He asked me right after I graduated," I blushed, "We also had a date on Wednesday."

"He's the mystery man?" Pattie asked as I nodded.

"He's the mystery man," I comfirmed. On the way up here, George, Roger, and I heard this radio celebrity news that I was caught kissing someone on Wednesday, but they couldn't make out the guy. So they called George mystery man. That's why George and I decided not to get flirty during the party.

"I'm so happy for you! Congratulations Star! You two deserve each other," Pattie smiled.

"Thanks, Pat," I smiled.

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Roger kissed me, and then my Nana walked over. I felt chills down my back. Nana is Nancy's, my biological mother, mum. She believed everything Nancy had said, and with that, my siblings and I were the black sheep of that family, and she despised my dad. We don't invite her to things. She just shows up since Joyce and her siblings live with Nana after their parents died from an accidental overdose, like all Nana's kids, including Nancy.

"Scarlett, it is nice to see you." Nana looked at me up and down.

"You too, Nana," I fake smiled, "This is my boyfriend, Roger. Roger, this is my Nana."

"Hello, Ma'am," Roger politely greeted himself.

"Well, you finally got away from those boys," Nana looked at Roger, then back at me.

"No, I still hang around the lads. Like I said before, they're my brothers as well," I looked over to the lads looking at me, all wide eyes.

"No, Payton is brother and your only brother. I don't know why your disgrace of a father would let you near those boys," Nana said in her cold tone, "My daughter didn't deserve a man like your father or children like you."

I could feel Roger get angry, but I squeezed his hand to ensure he wouldn't do anything.

"Nana. We didn't deserve the torture your daughter brought us," I took a deep breath.

"Ah, here we go again about how my daughter abused you," Nana rolled her eyes, "Well, maybe she didn't have to if you stopped acting like a little slut and hung around girls for once in your life. Maybe she wouldn't put that hideous scar on your back. You know no one wants to see that. You should really cover it up."

I clenched my jaw, held Roger's hand tighter, and walked away, bringing Roger with me. I let go of Roger's hand and walked up to the lads.

"She's all yours," I walked outside and climbed back into John's treehouse. I put the hair that was up down so I could hide my scar, and all the insecurities came rushing back as the panic attack followed. I put myself in my little bubble and escaped everything around me. I got pulled back into reality when I felt two warm arms wrap around me and a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Are you okay, love?" I heard in my ear. I turned and saw Roger concerned; I nodded and placed my head on his shoulder, "Don't listen to her. Your scar makes you more beautiful than you already are."

I tried to fight back the tears because I promised myself that I would not cry today no matter what Nana said to me. I hugged Roger tightly and stayed there for a couple of minutes until my insecurities and minor panic attacks disappeared. I let go of Roger and faced him. He pushed my brown hair away and smiled, "You look better when you smile."

"You do too," I kissed him, "Well, let's go back to the party, yeah?"

"Yeah," Roger smiled. He helped me down. Star quickly came up and wanted to know what Nana had said to me, and I told her not to worry. We got something to eat and sat out front of Venessa's house. Freddie prayed Liverpool stories out of my siblings and me, and we all shared a few laughs.

"Do you have any stories on why exactly your nana hates you?" Freddie asked.

"Oh, that's simple. She hates all of us," Payton shrugged, "She hates me because I'm walking proof Nancy wasn't so innocent about infidelity."

"She hates me because I tried to get Nancy arrested for years," Venessa said.

"She hates us because we were vocal about what Nancy did to us," I shrugged.

"Plus, your comment at Nancy's funeral was not helping," Venessa looked at me.

"What was your comment?" Roger asked me as I clicked my tongue, looking at Venessa.

"She told an old family friend the truth of Nancy's death." Venessa giggled a bit, "Nana was telling people that Nancy died due to a broken heart from the loss of the love of her life."

"And I finally got enough of it, and I turned around saying: I didn't know you could be broken-hearted for finishing your last bag of meth," I finished the story. Roger, Freddie, Brian, Elaina, Tim, Linda, Yoko, Kelly, and Mo were jaw-dropped and shocked. Meanwhile, George, Ringo, John, Paul, James, Sandy, Joyce, Payton, Venessa, and Star laughed their asses off because they were there when I said that.

"You did not say that!" Elaina gasped.

"I did and didn't regret it one bit," I answered, "She ruined our lives, including my dad's. It was some form of payback."

"Then Nana dragged Scar to the back of the church, calling her a disgrace, and kept slapping her," Joyce said, "In front of everyone."

"I see you saying that too," Mo started to laugh, then all the shocked people began to laugh. Zak, Julian, Heather, Lori, Brenda, Danny, and Eric, Venessa's son, not Clapton, all ran out crying and went to their parents. I got confused and walked over to Zak and Julian since they were closer.

"What's wrong, guys?" I asked.

"This mean old lady made fun of our drawings and shut the tv," Julian sniffed, "Then started to talk about you and Auntie Star badly. We said not to say bad things about you two, and she screamed at us."

"Was she wearing a blue dress and had a hat and gloves to match?" I asked Julian. He nodded. I got up and mumbled, "Fucking Nana."

I started to storm into the house. Walking in, I heard Star, "Scarlett, you're not going to win with her. You are just going to aggravate yourself!"

I got into the house and dragged Nana to the backyard.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I yelled, "You don't go up to a group of children and tell them their drawings are bad, shut off the tv, then scream at them when they're standing up for someone!"

"Well, if those kids were disciplined enough and taught how to draw, I wouldn't have done that," Nana responded.

"Well, news flash, they're not your children to yell at because you did a terrible job the first time. All your children died from drug overdoses."

"They wouldn't be dead if they had better children and grandchildren. The drawings were an eyesore, their nagging was annoying, and the nagging was just for you and the tramp you call a twin!"

"Do not ever call Star a tramp, and never yell at those kids again!"

"Why do you care about them anyway? Four of them aren't even blood-related to you, and the other three have parents that bring disappointment into this family!"

I bit my inner cheek and clenched my jaw while clutching my fist as I filled with anger. I'm using all my willpower not to punch this old bat into the face, "Well, the disappointments made a family that cares and likes each other can't say the same for you!"

Nana slapped me across the face and yelled, "And this is why you are such a disappointment. Your mother deserved better!"

"My mother deserved fucking shit. She deserved nothing!" I yelled, "I'm glad she's dead because my life has been great without her and you!"

Nana slapped me again, then looked at me with rage and anger. She spat on me and walked back inside. I turned around and punched a wooden board that was out there.

"Fuck," I quietly yelled as I saw the splinters on my hand. I walked back to the front and looked at Venessa.

"Can you help?" I showed my hand, which was bloody and full of splinters.

"You punched through wood, not the old bat?" John looked at me.

"How did you know?" I sarcastically sighed as Venessa walked over with her serious doctor face.

"We heard you scream at her," Star coughed, "And her screaming back."

Venessa looked at my hand, and I winced in pain.

"Does it hurt when I touch it?" Venessa asked.

"Yes," I stated. Venessa brought me inside and took out her doctor's bag. She started to pick out all of the splinters, then soaked my hand in the water and picked out more shards. She put medicine on it, and then she wrapped my hand.

"Sorry I punched your wooden board," I looked down at my hand.

"It's fine. You did stand up for me, my kids, and my husband," Venessa put the last wrap layer on my hand. She gave me my family ring since she had to take it off before she started to do anything with my hand. I slipped it on the other index finger and walked outside. 

"You need that hand when you get back!" Kelly looked at me

"It will be fine just had a lot of splinters," Venessa stated.

Later...

Some guests stayed, some left, and Nana gladly left. We cleaned up, the remaining guest went to the front, and we had a bomb fire. Star and I got changed into more comfortable clothes. I'm sitting on Roger's lap. John's old friend Pete Shotton came over after seeing a party. John was having a blast and catching up with Pete.

"Hey Scar, do you remember that?" Pete asked as I was not paying attention and was flirting with Roger.

"Hm?" I tried to figure out what they were talking about.

"See, I told you she was busy flirting with Drummerboy," Payton said.

"Drummerboy? Really?" Pete looked at Payton and repeated Payton's nickname for Roger.

"He's a drummer," Payton told Pete. Pete looked at Roger.

"You play?" Pete asked.

"Yes, I'm in a band," Roger responded.

"You really can't get out of the music business, can you?" Pete looked at me.

"Neither can Star," John joked, "I mean, she couldn't get out of the Beat-"

Before John finished that sentence, Yoko covered his mouth. Star and George looked at John as everyone out there looked at Star.

"Hi," Star innocently smiled as the spot was on her.

"What were you going to say?" One of our family members looked at John.

"Nothing." Star said, "Absolutely nothing."

They didn't believe Star, and they all looked at John, who had an 'oh shit' look on his face. No one knew that George and Star were dating besides our little family circle, Elaina, Roger, Freddie, Brian, Tim, and Freddie. Star told some of her friends today, but no one else. Some of our family didn't even know Star and George's feelings for each other.

"John, what were you saying?" The same relative asked. I saw George whispering something into Star's ear, and she nodded, then whispered something back. John looked like he was about to break.

"Fine, I'm dating Geo," Star finally answered for him. Everyone looked at her and George. She got redder than the day of her graduation, and George turned red too. It was pretty funny in my eyes, but I had to find a way to save them.

June 17th, 1969

I woke up cold. I didn't feel Roger's body heat, I extended an arm out to realize he wasn't in bed, but I heard talking.

"You wake her up," I heard. I rolled over and slightly opened my eyes to see silhouettes of the lads. The four are trying to see who is going to wake me up. I looked over to see Star still asleep. George and Star were practically falling asleep outside. I told them just to crash here since Tim and Elaina left last night. Elaina had to go to York to see her parents, and Tim agreed to go with her. I closed my eyes and listened to the lads' conversation.

"Why don't we poke her?" I heard Paul say.

"Okay, Macca, you do it," I heard John say.

"No, George, you do it," Paul said.

"No, I have to live with her after this!" George backed out, "Ringo. You do it!"

"No, I don't want Lottie to break me finger," Ringo exclaimed.

"Fine, I'll do it," John said. I heard footsteps come closer, and I could sense John was about to poke me. Before he could even touch me, I grabbed his finger.

"Do you want to die today, Lennon?" I opened my eyes, "But poking me? Really? What am I 14?"

I laughed and got up. John was shocked that I caught his finger.

"How did you do that?" John asked.

"Easy, none of you lots are quiet, and I heard your footsteps," I got out of my bed and started to walk out, then turned around.

"If you guys will wake up Star with that method, I suggest Geo. He's her favorite, y'know," I winked and walked out. I went downstairs to see Roger talking to James and holding Eric on his lap, with Maureen, the Starkey boys, Linda, Heather, Yoko, and Julian in the kitchen.

"Morning," I walked to the coffee machine pour myself a cup. I sat down next to Roger and very happy Eric on his lap.

"Where's Nessa?" I asked.

"Work. Ness has a 12-hour day today, 7 to 7," James said; then Brenda came down the stairs, walked over to her father, and climbed on his lap.

"Morning, sleepyhead," James giggled as Brenda shoved her head in her dad's chest. I laughed and turned to Roger talking to the little toddler. I started to drink my cup of coffee, chatting to the other three ladies, then I heard Cheryl crying from upstairs, and James was about to move Brenda.

"I got her if you want?" I offered.

"Can ya?" James asked. I nodded, got up, and walked into Cheryl's room.

"What's wrong little one?" I picked her up to see if her diaper needed to be changed, but she was okay. I started to sway left and right slowly and gently until she stopped crying.

"Are you hungry?" I asked the baby. She looked at me with golden eyes that told me she was hungry. I started to walk the baby to the kitchen and saw if there was a bottle in the fridge; thankfully, there was. I warmed the bottle, shook it, saw if it was the right temperature, and then fed it to the little hungry baby. She let me hold the bottle for her and looked around to see who else was there. Paul, John, and Ringo walked down and came to the kitchen. John took my seat, but I noticed they were not even dressed. They were in PJs. I shook my head, and Star came down and walked over to the baby.

"Hi, pretty eyes," Star said with a babying tone. George then walked into the kitchen and sat at the table with everyone else. Brenda got off her dad's lap and ran to Star; Star picked her up and balanced the toddler on her hip.

"Hi, little one," Star said to Brenda, still tired. Cheryl finished her bottle, and I placed it on the countertop, put a rag over my shoulder, and burped her. After burping, she laughed, and I placed her on my hip. I threw the towel in the bin with the others and walked back.

"Anyways, what are we doing today?" John asked the group.

"I don't know. What do you guys want to do?" I asked.

"Well, I have to get the kids ready because they're spending the day with my mum," James grabbed Cheryl off of me and asked Eric and Brenda to get ready.

"I mean, it's nice out. Why not swim at hatchmere," Paul suggested. Roger's eyes widen, and he mentally sunk in his seat.

"That's a great idea, like the good old days," John stated.

"John, in the good old days, we snuck there at night, and you would bring girls there," Star pointed out, "And most of the time left us with George and Paul to shag these girls."

"She has a point," I agreed, "I'll call Freddie and Brian if everyone wants to go."

"Why not," Linda shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm in," George took a sip of his tea.

"I can go for a swim," Ringo said.

"It's a nice day out," Maureen shrugged.

"Are you in?" I looked at Roger.

"Yes," Roger looked terrified, everyone left, and I called Brian and Freddie to keep them in the loop. James and the kids left soon after the lads, their wives, and kids went to get changed. Star left with George since her suitcase was at the Harrisons. Roger was already changed, and he looked a little on edge.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked, sitting next to him on my bed.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Roger's voice cracked due to nervousness.

"Because I can tell something is wrong," I started to play with his hair, "You can tell me."

"It's embarrassing," Roger looked at me.

"Well, I want to hear it. I love you, and nothing will change that. Even if it is embarrassing," I held Roger's hand.

"I'm afraid of drowning, and because of that, I don't know how to swim," Roger shut his eyes due to embarrassment.

"That isn't embarrassing, just fear. Everyone has it," I kissed him on the cheek.

"Can we go back for a minute, and you said I love you?" He opened his eyes and kissed me.

"I guess I did," I laughed nervously.

"Well, it's good because I love you too," Roger kissed me, then leaned closer.

"Rog, I got to get changed," I broke the kiss. I picked out my bathing suit and got changed in the bathroom. I put on my top, which had thick straps covering my scar and was more like a sports bra than anything. I put on the bottom that are shorts that started in mid-waist. I walked back into my room, and Roger was wide-eyed and slightly licked his lips, which ended with him biting the bottom of his lip.

"Like what you see?" I teased.

"This is the most skin I've seen with you," He walked over to me, "And I can't wait until I see more, even if it could be our wedding night."

"Are you sure we will last that long? I was told I'm a real nutter."

"Well, you're my nutter, and I'll wait as long as you want," He kissed me, then heard the door down the stairs.

"Scarlett, I'm back!" It was John.

"I better put my cover-up on," I whispered. Roger nodded and walked out. I unwrapped my hand. It looked better than last night but still hurt a bit.

June 23rd, 1969- Star's POV

Today is my first official day as a full-time Bluebird writer. It's also my first day back, with everyone knowing I'm dating George. We were caught flirting during the Liverpool trip, which got the press's attention. I called up my Boss and told him to do me a favor. That was to have Theo and Cecilia write an article about my relationship with George because the rumors are true, and we're dating. Though Cecilia and Theo did a fantastic job in the article explaining it, people still see it as incest. I understand entirely since George and I had to label ourselves brother and sister for years. I also had to prepare myself for that. But since the article came out, the press went wild and annoyed my family with their comments. I walked to my desk to see Aaron sitting at the empty desk, looking at me.

"Hey!" Aaron smiled as I walked past him and sat at my desk, sitting across from Aaron.

"Heyla," I grabbed my glasses from my bag.

"So, how was the rest of your trip?" Aaron asked.

"Amazing," I started to open my file for my project. 

"Walker, welcome back," Boss walked up, "When are you going to the Coffee Lounge for that interview?"

"Right. That. Um... Today, I want to get that article done as soon as possible," I snapped into my work persona.

"Good, I want that on my desk as soon as possible to go in the paper by the end of the week," Boss told me, then walked off.

"Um, Star, not to add onto your load, but you said you'll give us the answer today," Cecilia coughed.

"Right. Yeah. Why don't we all meet up and bring the new guy... to the Coffee Lounge tonight? To just hang like old times," I smiled.

"Alright, I'll set it up. Just Sie can't go; she's at someplace until late July/early August," Cecilia coughed.

"Alright," I grabbed my things. 

At the Coffee Lounge...

 I walked into the nightclub part and got to the floor.

"Sorry we're close," a man with brown-haired, a bit pale, and a flirtatious smirk said. I can tell he's the bartender, "The restaurant is open."

"Is your Boss here? That's who I'm looking for," I walked up to the bar.

"Why are you looking for Ron?" The bartender asked.

"Star Walker, writer for Bluebird journalism. I want to write an article on this fine establishment," I looked around.

"Do I leave out the Beatles twin part?" The bartender asked.

"Up to you," I shrugged. The bartender walked off. I looked around and saw a flyer for Val and the Valentines. Seems like an exciting band. I turned to see the light brown skin, wild shoulder-length black hair, watery dark brown eyes man with a trim goatee and an ear piercing.

 "I'm Ronny Butler, owner of this fine establishment." The guy walked up to me.

"Star Walker, a journalist for Bluebird," I walked over to him and put my hand out; he shook it and looked at me.

"Also, a Beatles Twin, you're like legendary," Ronny gave me a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm just a journalist right now," I shrugged.

"Alright, then let's go to my office," Ronny led me to his office. He sat down and started to play with a stress ball.

"So, what brings you in?" Ronny asked.

"I'm doing an article about the Coffee Lounge. I have a few questions, if you don't mind?" I looked at him.

"Ask away," Ronny said.

"Okay, what made you want to do the Coffee Lounge?" I asked, "Why make a bar for sober people when most don't care."

"I want to be different," Ronny shrugged as I noticed a AA chip around his neck.

"How long have you been sober?" I asked.

"I don't think that's important," Ronny said.

"Let me redo my introduction, Star Walker, recovering alcoholic and drug user, 38 days sober," I looked at him.

"Newly recovered," Ronny played with his chip, "NA or AA?"

"Neither, don't know where I belong," I shrugged.

"Rehab usually sends your ass to one," Ronny looked at me.

"Never been to rehab. Did it all at home," I shrugged.

"Damn, well, congrats," Ronny looked at me.

"What's your story?" I asked.

"What makes you think I have one?" Ronny looked at me.

"You are a recovering addict of something, and now you own a bar for sober people," I looked at him, "Everyone has a story."

"Alright, my friends and I bought this place. We all were high out of our minds. One night we got into a crash. Ten turned into eight on sight; then, eight turned into five when we got into the hospital." Ronny sighed, "Soon as we got out, five turned into four, she felt so guilty that she lived and the others didn't... out of the four, two went to rehab, two didn't. The two that didn't overdose less than a year apart from each other, the two that went to rehab, only one made it through."

"You are the one?" I sighed.

"His body couldn't handle the detox," Ronny sighed, "Lost any of your friends?"

"No, just lost everyone else," I sighed, "But I did have my friends drop me along the way if that counts."

"Well, after going to nine funerals and nine readings, all the shares went to me. I was going to sell it, but I sat on it. Sitting on it, I realized there was nowhere for a sober person to have a night out." Ronny explained, "So I researched and made a place for sober people to come and have a few drinks with friends."

"Then why the restaurant?" I asked.

"Multiple reasons. The first one is I met this chef in rehab. We clicked; after my last friend died, she became my rock. We're not dating or anything, but she's like my sister. I didn't know what to do with the upstairs, so I gave her a restaurant. The second reason was to get more people to come. They come during the day for lunch, see a flyer for the night club and come at night for fun," Ronny shrugged.

"Smart," I looked at him.

"Come, I'll have you meet Maya." Ronny stood up as I followed. We went upstairs and headed to the head chef's office. I saw this Filipino woman with brown eyes and brown hair wrapped in a bun while taking notes from a cookbook.

"What are you making now?" Ronny looked at her.

"Trying to expand the menu to make it more culturally diverse," The woman said, then looked at me. She pointed at me, not breaking her chill vibe, "Beatles Twin."

"Journalist," I corrected.

"Star is doing an article on us," Ronny looked at her, "Star Walker, Maya Torres. Maya, this is Star."

"Heyla," I put out my hand.

"Hi," Maya leaned forward and shook my hand.

Later...

Once we walked into the Coffee Lounge, Scarlett's friend group was at the bar, and Elaina talked up a storm with the bartender I saw earlier today. At the bar, I noticed Ronny and Maya just scoping the crowds. Aaron and Theo are also here. Theo set up a date with Scarlett's Model, Maddie, and Aaron just came because he doesn't have friends besides Theo and me.

"Scarlett!" Elaina turned around, then tried to hook an arm around the bartender, "This is my high school friend Thomas! He, our friend Milo and I were the main group!"

"You had guy friends? I thought that would be impossible," I laughed.

"Says the girl that shags anything with two legs," Elaina rolled her eyes as a man with dark skin, blue eyes, and a shaved head with a bit of hair stubble walked over. He looks roughly our age, "Milo!"

"El?" The guy now named Milo hugged Elaina, and Tim did not look so happy.

"Milo is the guy I get the bifters off of," Elaina explained.

"Oooh," Scarlett and I said as I noticed Ronny looking at me. I excused myself and walked over to the two.

"Got a bit of a friend group," Ronny laughed.

"They're my sister's friend group, not mine," I said, then Aaron and Theo spotted me and walked up, "These two are friends."

"Ahhh," Ronny said.

"Cute trio," Maya looked at us.

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Oh my god, queen, your dress is gorgeous," Aaron looked at Maya's dress, "It looks like you have a night out."

"Nah, I have all those dresses now, but I don't go out anymore, so I wear them here," Maya shrugged.

"Ronny, Maya, these are my friends Theo and Aaron," I said, "Theo, Aaron, these are the masterminds of this place, Ronny and Maya."

"Hi," Maya threw a hand up and waved.

"Welcome," Ronny smiled as I looked at the entrance and saw Cecilia with my old friend group, Xavier, Ryder, Jasper, Jade, Davina, and Brielle. The new member walked in, and I noticed it was my fucking brother-in-law, Kit. You must be kidding me. My old friend group walked over as Kit looked at me. 

"Your Spark?" Kit pointed at me.

"You're the newbie?" I pointed at him.

"You two know each other?" Xavier pointed to Kit and me.

"Her brother impregnated my little sister, married her, then moved her to the UK," Kit scoffed.

"And my brother is a fucking moron. We told Sandy to leave when she had the chance. She's the one still with that moron," I shrugged.

"Anyways," Jade coughed, "Who are these four?"

"Aaron, Theo, Ronny, and Maya," I coughed, "Theo and Aaron are my friends. Ronny and Maya are the owners. I talked to them earlier today."

"Hi," Ronny and Maya looked at my group.

"Hello," Brielle checked out Ronny. We all sat down in a booth, Ronny and Maya got invited to join us, and Aaron and Theo came with us.

"So, how's it been?" Brielle asked.

"Eh," I shrugged, "It's been hectic."

"How Hectic?" Davina asked.

"Lads and I stopped talking for a bit. We went to India; Pattie and George got divorced; Paul and John got married to some strangers; Scarlett had amnesia. I got sober, and now I'm dating George," I listed as everyone looked at me.

"That's a lot," Jasper coughed.

"Yeah," I took a sip of my root beer.

"Wait, wait, wait, the you dating Geo is a true thing?!" Brielle smiled.

"Yeah... we officially started to date when I graduated. Geo asked me that night," I smirked.

"Where is he?" Brielle asked.

"Well, he and Pattie agreed to sell the house during the divorce. They split everything equally, and the house was the only thing they couldn't split, so they both decided to sell. Very peaceful divorce," I said, "So right now, he's packing his things."

"Where is he moving to?" Cecilia asked.

"My flat, Well Scarlett's flat. Elaina, Scarlett, and I agreed to let Geo live with us. He and I are going to share a room," I explained.

"John's okay with it?" Ryder asked.

"Eh, he's being a bit of a pain in the ass, but once he realized there was nowhere else George could go, he was fine with it," I explained.

"I see Scarlett got a new boyfriend," Jade looked over at Scarlett.

"Yeah, that's Roger. He's chill. He's been helping my sister a lot, for which I'm grateful. He drove me here because I let Geo take my car for moving purposes," I looked over to see Roger and Scarlett hugging and cuddly. It's nice to see Scarlett happy. 

Later...

The night went surprisingly, really well. I officially have a friend group again. Ronny, Theo, Maya, and Aaron were welcomed at the night's end. Kit warmed up to me, realizing I was not Payton. Theo hit it off with Maddie. It looked like Scarlett had also got some new friends in her tiny ass group. Scarlett and Roger went to his place, and Aaron agreed to drive me home. As we pulled up to the flat, I noticed my car wasn't back, guessing Geo was still at Kinfauns.

"You alright?" Aaron looked at me.

"Yeah, just Geo isn't home yet," I shrugged.

"Want me to drive you to where he is?" Aaron asked.

"If you don't mind," I shrugged as Aaron drove me to Kinfauns. I thanked him before walking inside and saw George jamming out with his Gretsch I replaced. I leaned against the wall and just admired him. 

"Why are you still here?" I coughed, which brought his attention.

"Umm... Pattie and Eric stopped by. I was talking to Eric while Pattie got more things then they left. I started to pack my guitars, but then I got sidetracked, forgetting I had some of them, then started to play them," George coughed as I looked at my watch and noticed the time.

"You forgot about your curfew, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes," George childishly looked down at his feet. I laughed and walked over to him, then hugged him.

"Luckily, Aaron agreed to take me here when I noticed my car wasn't there," I giggled.

"Yeah," George moved a piece of my hair and kissed me, "Pattie and Eric did say they were coming back... guessing to make it less awkward."

"Yeah... do you want to leave?" I asked.

"I should probably start putting my things in the car," George coughed as I broke from the hug and looked at him.

"You haven't put anything in the car?!" I looked at him.

"Well, you see, I find things. I look at them. Get distracted, then start to go back on task, then repeat," George explained, "You of all people should know. You get distracted all the time."

"..." I clicked my tongue in response, "I'm not admitting you're right, just not that far wrong."

"Also, I should get the records out of the jukebox," George looked at his jukebox.

"Getting rid of it?" I guessed as he shook his head.

"Storage," George scratched his tiny whiskers, "But some records is Patties."

"Want help?" I asked.

"Yeah, if I tell you the record, can you look in that box for the cover?" George asked as I nodded. George and I started to empty the jukebox. Still, George gave a devilish smirk before closing the jukebox and pressing on a song. It was our song, Can't Help Falling In Love, by Elvis. He hugged me from behind and gently swayed me, humming the tune. I turned around and started to slow dance with him as we sang the song, having our foreheads touch. We began to dance outside, and we shared a kiss at the end of the song. We leaned in the same direction, lost our balance, and fell into the pool. I swam to the top, and George and I looked at each other before laughing.

"Midnight swim?" I joked.

"Sure," George chuckled, then swam over to me. He gave me a short kiss, he tried for another, but I teasingly started to swim backward with him following. I also swam to the shallow end so I could stand. George got closer to me and cornered me to the pool wall. He wrapped his arms around me with our foreheads and noses touching. I bit my lip as he smirked, softly saying, "Gotcha."

"I know," I wrapped my arms around him, "Gotcha too."

We shared a kiss before it got more intense. I let go of George and tried to get myself to sit at the end of the pool. George grabbed my hips, lifted me, and put me on edge without breaking the kiss. We kissed until he started to try and escalate the kiss. As much as I would love to have sex in a pool, I'm still not ready after Asshat, he did things to me, and I've been putting it off telling George. I broke the kiss before it got any further, and a trigger happened.

"You alright?" George asked.

"Yeah, it's just..." I looked into George's soft eyes, "... I can't do it sober with guys... after what Asshat did to me... I can't have sex with guys sober, or a trigger happens. Before the fun part."

I looked down. I heard the water and then felt a cold, wet but warm, soft hand on my face. George led my eyes to his and softly looked at me.

"It's alright. I'll wait until you feel comfortable doing it again." George kissed my nose, then softly but cheekily added, "It's probably the best if I take a break."

"Yeah," I giggled, then kissed him again.

#LIYF #Star Walker #Scarlett Walker #George Harrison #Roger Taylor #Pattie Boyd #Brian May #Freddie Mercury #Farrokh Bulsara #Tim Staffell #John Lennon #Yoko Ono #Cynthia Lennon #Paul McCartney #Linda McCartney #Ringo Starr #Maureen Starkey #Beatles #beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fic #beatles fandom #queen #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #queen fandom #classic rock #classic rock fanfiction #my works #my book

[withthebeatlesgirls]

Maureen at the cavern club.

"She was a fan whose dream had come true. She had started out as one of the hundreds of teenage girls who queued day after day at the Cavern to get close to the front of the stage for the best possible view of the Beatles and in hope that they might catch the eye of one. Every fan had a favorite, and Ringo was hers." -Pattie Boyd

“I had to keep in the background. I might have been killed otherwise. The other girls were not friendly at all. They wanted to stab me in the back. It was part of their image, that they weren’t married and so each girl thought she might have a chance. None of them were supposed to have steadies” - Maureen Cox

#Maureen cox #Maureen starkey #Maureen starkey tigrett #Pattie boyd #Ringo starr #ringo x maureen #beatles

[bluebeatlesgirls]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAUREEN COX

"I've lived through a lot, and I've learnt a lot. I'd say I'm a happier person these days. I'm happy with my life now. I've learnt to be contented. I've matured" -Maureen Cox

"Maureen is a fantastic artist in her own right as well, apart from bringing up that tribe of Ringo's" -John Lennon

"She was a very intelligent woman and a wise and loving mother for her kids" -Yoko Ono

"Maureen is my home" -Ringo Starr

"Far from being a shy little thing, Maureen was talkative, full of laughter and great fun; we all liked her enormously and thought she was good for Ringo. [ ... ] All of the Beatles ' women got on with each other, but Maureen, who was one of the most down to earth, honest people lever knew, became my closest friend" -Cynthia Powell

"She's the sweetest woman on the planet" -Isaac Tigrett

"Maureen didn't like the flies if there was one fly in the room, she would know exactly where it was at any given time. I remember her once being trapped in a room because there was a fly over the door" -Paul McCartney

"I suppose it was partly sex and partly the music. That was the attraction" -Maureen Cox

#happy birthday #❤ #maureen cox #my mo #she was so sweet #and strong #i miss her so much #ringo starr #ringo x mo #isaac tigrett #mo x isaac #john lennon #yoko ono #cynthia powell #paul mccartney #rocknroll #60s #70s #80s #90s #love #beautiful #fashion #icon #1946 #august

[harrisonarchive]

Rest in peace, Jane Birkin.

Pictured here with George, Ringo, Maureen, and Pattie in Cannes on May 17, 1968; photos by by Koh Hasebe/Shinko Music/Getty Images, The Associated Press, Farabola/Bridgeman Images, and REPORTERS ASSOCIES/Gamma-Rapho via Getty Images.

“I remember the mystery that was around George Harrison. I wouldn’t have asked him a question. I wouldn’t have added because of… feeling he… he was onto something else.” - Jane Birkin, Living In The Material World (2011)

“[Director Joe Massot] asked me if I would do the music, but I told him I didn’t write music for films. Then he said that whatever I gave him, he would use. That sounded pretty simple, and I thought, ‘I’ll give them an Indian music anthology, and who knows, maybe a few hippies will get turned on to Indian music.’ […] Ringo came with me to the [Wonderwall] premiere in Cannes. (I know this because they’ve put out a CD and I’ve read Derek’s liner notes. I didn’t remember it until I saw the photos of us with a rather nice young lady called Jane Birkin who was in the movie.)” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (2000) (x)

#Jane Birkin #George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #Pattie Boyd #Maureen Starkey #Ringo Starr #1968 #1960s #Wonderwall Music #Wonderwall Music 55 #Harrison songwriting #Joe Massot #harrisonarchive in memoriam #fits queue like a glove

[ladyinaesthetic]

Who do you think is the most underrated beatles girl/wife ? 🤔

I think either Olivia or Cynthia

#the beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney #pattie boyd #maureen starkey #cynthia lennon #linda mccartney #jane asher #olivia harrison #barbara bach #yoko ono #the beatles x reader #the beatles imagines #1960s #1970s #the beatles wives #the beatles girlfriends

[soft-heartedhannah]

Love you too chapter 1: love you too

You and your best friend Louise Harrison had known each other for years now. You met in guides and have became friends ever since. You stayed at each others houses quite often and often did things together. You sort of had feelings for Louises younger brother George who was also 16. You didn't tell Louise because you were too scared. You barely spoke to George. It was only the occasional 'hi' 'how are you' exedra . you very occasionally made small talk.

One night you were staying at the Harrison household. Louise was telling you about her date with pete that she went on a few days ago. You weren't really paying much attention though.

"And he's so sweet and romantic. You should get a boyfriend y/n. We could go on double dates then and it would be fun!" She started at you for a few seconds before saying:

"Y'know who I think you'd be really cute with? George!" You blushed a bit as soon as she said that.

"What! No. I'm sorry but that's not happening."

"Oh come on. We can be sisters in law then. We'd get to spend more time  together. Like Christmas for example!" Even though you liked George you were still going to disagree with that your friend had to say. You didn't even know if he liked you.

About half a hour later Louises mum called you her and George downstairs for dinner. George was already sat at the dining table so you sat next to him whilst Louise went into the kitchen to talk to her mother who was plating dinner up. You couldn't hear the full conversation only bits.

"Can I invite pete around for dinner sometime? I really want you to meet him"

"Of corse dear"

"Speaking of relationships, don't you think y/n and George would be really cute together?" As soon as she said that you shot her a glare hoping George didn't hear that.

"Well I've never really thought about it," her mother replied. Louise walked into the dining room.

"Mum come here I'll show you what I mean!" She should for her mother to follow. Their mother arrived into the room and looked at me and George.

"Aww you're right they would be adorable," she agreed.

"What?who?" George asked.

"You and y/n that's what," Louise answered. George blushed a bit and smiled.

After dinner you went to the toilet. As you walked out you bumped into George as he was walking past.

"Oh hi y/n sorry I didn't see you there," he apologised.

"No it my fault I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," once he said that Louise walked past overhearing the conversation.

"Aww you're already flirting," both yours and Georges faces had gone red. You awkwardly walked off going to  Louises room.

#george harrison #the beatles #revolver #love you too #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #1950s #cynthia lennon #pete best #maureen cox #louise harrison #x reader #liverpool #fluff

[pennielane]

SOMETHING // 1969 (dir. Neil Aspinall)

"Appropriate for the lyrical content of the song, each Beatle was filmed in outdoor settings with his wife. John and Yoko were filmed at 'Tittenhurst,' their new home near Ascot, George and Pattie were at 'Kinfauns' in Esher, and Ringo and Maureen were at their 'Brookfield' home in Elstead. As for Paul and Linda, after the album was done they quickly retreated to Paul's Scottish farm on the Mull of Kintyre, staying there almost until Christmas that year. In order to cooperate with the proceedings, he agreed to send film footage of him and Linda, so he tied a camera to the back of a tractor, stepped back to show himself and Linda in the picture, and then sent the film to Neil for inclusion in the film clip." (x)

#paul and linda: let's be adorable #ringo and maureen: let's also be adorable #george and pattie: let's be sexy #john and yoko: let's summon the demons from the underworld #weird but charming music video #mine #the beatles #beetles #something #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #pattie boyd #linda mccartney #maureen starkey #yoko ono

[eyeswithoutafqce]

Hi! I would like to request a fic with george hairy son with the prompt angst “did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with her?”thanks!

hello dolly!!!!! OH MY GOD guys this is my very first request & THATS SO EXCITING TO ME!!!!! thank you so very much for supporting me!!! i’m so so glad to have such supportive babies & people who read my fics i love it so much !! thank you again & again & again !!!!!! <3

so this got a teeeeny bit out of hand & is super angsty, but i love angst so i’m really digging this. i hope you enjoy !! thank you for reading & requesting, it means the world to me :D

My Love No More

parings: george harrison x reader

warnings: very lightly implied nsfw, some swearing, ANGST LOL

summary: George no longer loves you, and it’s clear to see.

You sobbed quietly as you shut the door to your what would be no longer shared bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the suitcase you had just packed. You had your suspicions that George was cheating, but today when Ringo called you and said that he found Maureen and your boyfriend in his bed together, you knew this was the end.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you thought about all of the signs. When he would ‘have a late night with the lads’ or ‘spend the day at the studio’ or even sometimes ‘go to visit his mum in Liverpool.’ You should’ve seen the signs that he didn’t want you anymore. That there was someone else.

George was the most honest and caring man you had ever met in the beginning of your relationship. He cared about you, he was considerate, loving, and thoughtful. But as soon as he started drifting away from your hugs and kisses, you knew something was wrong.

You stared at the last remaining picture of the two of you on your dresser, feeling your heart split into two as you got up to face it away from you. Wiping your tears and attempting to soothe yourself, you walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen for a cuppa.

As if on queue, the man who had been on your mind all day walked through the door. George had a terrible mix of guilt and smugness on his face, and your heart broke once more upon looking into his eyes. The two of you stopped your every move as you face each other, freezing in time. Neither of you knew what to say.

“Where have you been?” You whispered, already knowing the answer.

“The studio.” George replied, his voice calm.

“Fucking liar!” You yelled, slamming your fist on the kitchen table, letting the tears fall once more. You couldn’t bare to look at him in the face anymore.

“What the hell do you mean?” George answered, becoming frantic as he slammed the door behind him. “Are you accusing me of lying to you?” You breathed out a sigh, attempting to stay calm.

“I’m not accusing you, because I already know. I got a call from Ringo today. Might that have anything to do with you?” You said, your eyes still meeting the cement lines between the tile on the kitchen floor. Your hands were shaking and your heart, racing.

“Y/n, you have to believe me-“ George rushed out, his voice shaky.

“No!” You replied quickly. “I don’t think I can ever believe you again, George! You lied to me! For months!” You sobbed, finally looking up to see his face. He was frightened, and his back was hunched.

You never thought you would live to see this day.

The two of you paused, staring at each other for a moment. You had to resist the urge to let yourself fall into his arms, letting all your worries wash away like soap down the drain on dirty hands. You loved him, still. Even though he was the source of all your worries.

“Did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with her?“ You croaked out quietly, your voice hoarse from crying and screaming. George’s face was blank.

“Y/n, don’t be like that..” George trailed off, refusing to meet your eyes.

That was a no.

“George, im leaving you.” You whispered, meeting his eyes. He finally let a tear escape his deep brown ones as you choked out a sob.

“Please, no, I’m sorry! Y/n wait-“ George begged, as you walked up the stairs to your suitcase in the bedroom. You released a strained sob upon hearing his voice, your heart begging you to run back to his arms. You knew you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, George, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’ll love you forever.” You whispered as you walked out the door with your belongings, staring into the sky for only a moment before making your way to your car.

You would love him forever, no matter how many mistakes he made.

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