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beatlevmania · 5 years

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Geo x female! reader- He’s In Love With Me

Request: hey, it's me! so, i can i request a geo x me (like based on what i told u for the ship) with these prompts: 14.“Your laugh is so adorable.” 22.“Scoot over. I wanna sit next to you.” 24.“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 38.“You’re such a nerd.” (piano nerd) 63.“I think your hair looks just fine.” 90.“Would it be okay if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you…”(maybe like in the studio & also like the rest of the boys teasing him for being cute?) ok thanks

A/n: hey bff! sorry this took absolutely forever to get to! hope you like it love @givemequeen

“Your laugh is so adorable”

“Scoot over, I wanna sit next to you”

“Take a picture, it will last longer”

“You’re such a nerd”

“I think your hair looks just fine” “Would it be ok if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you”

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You looked up from your book as you heard the final strum of guitar in the studio.

“Great work, boys, let’s take a break and come back in a few,” you heard their producer, George Martin, say over the microphone in the studio, the boys rustling around to leave the studio.

They entered the break room, greeting you and kissing you on the cheek.

“Hey, (y/n), didn’t know you’d be here today,” Paul pecked you on the cheek, then headed over to fix himself a tea.

George, your boyfriend, also headed towards you, kissing you sweetly on the lips. “Hi, my love. Scoot over, I wanna sit next to you,” he said as you moved your book from the couch and adjusted yourself so that there was room for him on the couch.

“Thanks,” he responded, collapsing next to you, wrapping his arms around you. “Ugh, (y/n), I’m going insane. These lads are killing me,” he sighed, watching John and Paul threaten to pour their teas on each other. “Take me home, please,” he mockingly joked, snuggling closer to you.

“No, Geo, you have to stay until the end of the session,” you joked back, stroking his shoulder. “You just gotta get it done,”

“No! You wouldn’t leave me here!” George laughed, grabbing you around the waist and holding you captive, messing with your hair.

“George! George!” you exclaimed, trying to fight him off of you, cracking up in the process. He finally let go, letting you collapse on the opposite end of the couch, panting with laughter.

“Oh, Harrison, you messed up my hair!” you sighed, adjusting the hair that you spent a long time styling that morning. You noticed him shaking with giggles as he noticed your hair, which somewhat resembled a birds nest.

“Oh, take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you grumbled, adjusting the loose strands of hair.

“Aw, love, I think your hair looks just fine,” George responded, coming closer to you, wrapping his arm around you. You fell into his embrace, letting him hold you.

“Aw, look at these ol’ softies,” John pointed at the two of you. “You’re straight out of a novel, you two,” he shook his head, sipping his tea. You and George laughed, him pulling you closer to his chest.

“Yeah, come on, lovebirds, I’m trying to enjoy my drink here,” Paul sighed jokingly, smiling as you and George burst into laughter.

Suddenly George Martin popped his head into the break room. “Ready for another round, lads?” he asked to the sighs of the boys.

“See you later, (y/n),” George grumpily stood up, a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Geo, wait,” you stood up too, walking over to catch up to him. “It’s kind of cold in here, would it be ok if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you?”

George smiled, the question sweet and unexpected. “Of course, (y/n),” he honestly looked taken aback and awfully proud of himself. “Its on the chair there, by my bag,” he gestured towards the chair in the corner, his leather bag sitting on the seat.

“Thanks!” you responded happily, grabbing his hand quickly, then letting him head back into the recording room.

You went over to the chair, taking the thick, navy sweater into your hands and pulling it over your dress. The smell of his cologne was heavy, the scent familiar.

Warming up by the second, you decided to explore the studio. You headed out of the break room, pulling the sweater’s extra long sleeves over your hands and wandering through the hallways. You found a halfway-empty door and peered through it, spotting a piano in there. You looked around, making sure no one was near before entering the room.

You walked unsteadily towards the piano, sitting down gently onto the bench and resting your fingers onto the keys. You began playing a song, focusing on hitting the right notes and keeping rhythm. You suddenly hit a wrong note, and you sighed in frustration, working backwards to find your mistake.

A knock on the doorway made you turn quickly, startled. You saw George’s lanky frame leaning against the door.

He made his way over to you, standing next to the piano. “That sounded great!” he said encouragingly. “Can you play again, I didn't get to hear the beginning,” he asked, sitting next to you on the bench.

“No, not until I get it right,” you responded, shaking your head. “See, I think I'm playing this in the wrong key? Maybe A minor would work better? Or C major. Or maybe I’m just not hitting the right chord progressions. I need to look at this sheet music when we get home. Really go over it,” you paused, looking at him. His eyes were crinkled, trying to contain a smile.

“Oh (y/n), you’re such a nerd,” he chuckled, tapping out a basic tune onto the keyboard.

You frowned at him exaggeratedly before turning to face him. “Hey, why aren’t you recording? George called you in to play, like, 10 minutes ago?” you asked him.

“Ringo and Paul were being too disruptive. He said we should just go home for the day. Can you believe it?” he asked, eyes shining. “I can get out of here! Woohoo!” he cheered, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it, his energy making you happy. you giggled as he offered his arm to you, and you accepted it willingly.

“Your laugh is so adorable,” he commented as you two headed out of the studio, walking through the empty hallways.

“Yours too, Geo,” you clutched his arm, placing your head on his shoulder.

He tapped his cheek, cheekbone prominent. “Give me a kiss, darling,” he requested, and you happily obliged, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly, you say Ringo and Paul leaning against the brick wall outside, pretending to throw up.

“Euch!” Ringo said in between fits of laughter. “You two are making me sick!”

“Please!” Paul jokingly pleaded, “get a room!”

You just laughed and grabbed George’s hand, ignoring the boys and walking with your man.

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#the beatles #beatles #george harrison #beatlemania #george x reader #george harrison fluff #george harrison imagine #beatles x reader #beatles fluff #beatles imagine #givemequeen

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fiesta-freddie · 5 years

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could i please be added to the upcoming geo fic?

Of course!💜💜

#the beatles #george harrison #writing #givemequeen

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brianprobablywill · 5 years

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bro the rude anon- i cant even. like do they know its not magic? you actually have to think about the plot, the words and make it interesting so people like it and dont complain??? you're doing great! ignore the haters my dude

thank you!! i’m glad everyone is not like that anon :)))

#ask #givemequeen

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kurt-nightcrawler · 5 years

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what happened to Ben's dog Frankie?

I don’t know exactly.

Most people think that in the breakup his girlfriend got Frankie, but if she did she doesn’t post anything about her.

Frankie could have died? anything is possible, but I kinda doubt it

#givemequeen #ask

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bewareofdarkness · 5 years

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song thing: 4,7,15

4. A song that reminds you if someone you would rather forget about: Love Love Love by Avalanche City

7. A song to drive to: I’m in love with my car by Queen

15. A song that is a cover by another artist: Money (thats what I want) by The Beatles, originally by Barret Strong

Thanks for the ask @givemequeen

#givemequeen

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mimikyugirl · 3 years

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-Cute Content Corner-

I thought it would be nice to have a little corner to dedicate to all the stories I love and even inspired me to start writing. Browse here and meet amazing people creating even more amazing stories!

*if you don't want to be in this list, send me a message*

@softbeatlesimagines with this lovely story with teddy boy John, dating the teddy boys, george being protective of you, friends to lovers, johns your guitar tutor (do yourself a favor and check the entire masterlist, thats pure gold)

@phonybeatlemania07 with "Do You Believe in Soul Mates?" i cant even remember this without crying, I cant stop thinking about you, your heart is pounding. You can also search #my work over there to see more!!

@towriteabetterlife with "Snowed In" m e l t e d my heart <3

@mysweetgeo with... well... everything, but my favorites are: My Sweet George, I want to hold your hand, Sun King, Shut up.

This one with reader going back in time is awesome.

@beatlesforall e n t i r e masterlist.

@groovyhippiesstuff with For No One (So adorable and is still going! Hop on this train!)

@crazy-little-thing-called-deaky with this and hermit (one of my all time favorites!!!!!), Teasing John and Irritating YESSSSS

@mcrvellouslystcrk with Date Moves!

@melancholy-joj entire masterlist is fantastic.

@givemequeen on Welcome Back, Kiss Me, Little Crush, Umbrella and Just Get it Over With.

@fiesta-freddie with this!!!!!!!!!!!!

@sexualtea with Starry Eyed areukiddingme

@kalypsichor with Don't be Cruel

@lemmonhemmo 's Shazam killed me

I will on wattpad is soo sweet and well written!

@all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney with This Boy <3

@starry-harrison And they were roomates (LOVE THIS FOR ME) and Wrong never felt so right.

@mynamesbetty with wearing their jackets and walk in on you changing ICONIC

@tinypeculiar really blessing us with you cut yourself infront of them

-CCC will keep being updated with more stories as I remember them or read new ones-

-Always value content creators :)-

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drac-ho · 3 years

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Rita Skeeter Part 2 (Draco x Reader)

This was so highly requested I didn’t really have a choice lmao. Sorry it’s been literally over a year, I have had no idea where to take this at all

Also I’m a horrible person

PART 1

TAGS:

@footballiskillingme @witch-writes @liv-marie @doitforthevine67 @pansexualbumblebeesstuff @akidinlcve @wishfuljay @givemequeen @beepbeepyabitch @stayyou100 @fanficsunflower @iwritesiriusly @sadpotatoondrugs @dontknow446 @blep101 @sumerjoy123 @xlosttdreamss @mewithout-words @memeesi @little-diable @highoffhockey @cringy @haiykuuia @miakxn @lexjara156 @jcvjvjjvvjvj @sweet-creature98 @ainslll @quietkylos @xcusemebiatch @ilovealondonboyy @aplaintart @what-the-hecku @pittinson @justcallmesams @izkx2 @nononononononopenonope @stylesarchives @esolari72 @klizzie0504 @inmygardensuit @kittyformannn @lucywinter24 @mortallythoughtfulgurl @deep-writings @plutosdelacour @cucumberfingers @legolasthegayleafyelf @thechroniclesofasimp @mllzhxrrz44 @hel-lio-phi-lia @marie-mxp @pastelparis57 @highqualitymochi @emikmr

“Not so fast.” Your head whipped around and met your father’s stern eyes. Accompanied with him was your mother. “Where exactly would you go? You’re fifteen.” You were lost for words.

“Dad you can’t seriously be angry with me–” You begin before being cut off.

“I’m not angry Y/N. I’m disappointed. You know what the Malfoys stand for. You really think Harry will be happy to hear you’re running around with a boy whose parents were responsible for the loss of his family?” Your Dad looked between you and Draco, your mother just stood by his side silently as he let out his anger. “And what about our family?” You shake your head as you let the tears well in your eyes. He was right to be angry with you; your parents stood alongside the Order, fraternising with the enemy would of course have led to your punishment.

“Draco’s different.” You whisper. You look at him for the first time, his head bowed as he stared down at his feet as small tears leaked from his own eyes. You’d never seen him cry before. “I love him. You may not understand but he’s kind, he’s loving. He’s a good person.”

“And you are children. Come on. We’re going home.” Your Dad walks over, grabbing your arm as you resist against his pull. You quickly whip around and reach for Draco’s hand as they gently brush together, your father’s strength significantly more than your own and pulling you away from Draco’s faint touch.

“Home now.” You hear a voice call out from behind Draco; Lucius. His long white hair shone in the light as he threw you a disgusted look. Draco’s eyes streamed faster as he whispered his goodbye.

“I love you.”

You’d been at home now for two weeks. You had sent numerous owls to Harry, Ron and Hermione explaining yourself and writing about a dozen apologies yet had only received a single letter from Hermione, explaining that Harry just needed time and that Ron - of course - was just following suit, claiming Malfoy was a “spoilt git”. Draco, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. You’d heard that he’d already been sent back to Hogwarts by his parents and that he acted as if nothing had changed. A part of you wasn’t surprised - he played his front whilst you were together, nothing really had changed. You knew that for now the radio silence was best.

Your Mum and Dad were still upset with you. They said they had forgiven you and you were due back at Hogwarts on Sunday evening, but you could tell they wouldn’t be trusting you for a long time yet.

“Sweetie,” Your Mother began as you lay in her arms. You were sat in bed reading a book before you went to sleep when your Mum came in, laying down next to you and wrapping her arms around you like she used to when you were a child. “I don’t know what you were doing with Draco but–”

“Mum,” You cut her off. You really didn’t feel like having this conversation right now; you’d already heard it enough from your Dad. “You don’t have to say anything.” Your Mum shook her head, her slender fingers continuing to run through your hair.

“I don’t have the same viewpoint as your Father, Y/N.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you replayed what she said in your mind. Sitting up, you turn to look at her. “I once fell for a Slytherin. Before I became friends with your Father, of course. His name was Oliver Thompson. We dated for over a year and he was amazing. So smart, so loyal and so romantic but he was a bully. He hated the world and he hated anyone who wasn’t a pureblood. It all ended in tears, of course, but he ended up changing his ways. I’m not saying Draco would do the same, but don’t believe exactly what your Father tells you. You’re the master of your own destiny. Just don’t let him break your heart and make sure you’re certain of him before you make any decisions, Y/N.” You stared down at your hands as you thought about what she was saying. Why had she kept this a secret?

You spent the rest of the night and weekend thinking about the conversation until you were getting on the train back to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had promised that Rita Skeeter was no longer allowed at Hogwarts and ensured the topic of your relationship was no longer in circulation.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had welcomed you back with open arms and the four of you acted as if nothing had happened between you and Draco - he wasn’t even brought up. You didn’t see him around school, either.

It remained like that for the rest of the year.

“He’s a death eater, Hermione.” Harry shot, quickly looking down as you pulled your head up from your book. You hadn’t been listening to the conversation in the carriage but Harry’s tone pulled you from your reading.

“What are you three talking about?” You asked, curious now. Ron and Hermione looked between each other before Hermione hesitantly replied.

“Harry thinks that Draco Malfoy is now a death eater.” Your stomach twisted at the mention of his name. Even though the two of you hadn’t talked for two years now, it still hurt to hear his name - you were still upset and angry that he had just managed to move on as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you.

“Hm.” You began, shaking the hurt expression from your face. “I wouldn’t be surprised. His parents are pretty harsh, I mean he told me once–” Hermione widened her eyes at your response and you stopped yourself from continuing, not exactly wanting to re-hash old, painful memories from your nights atop the astronomy tower. “Never mind.” You drew your attention back to the book in your lap, picking up where you left off as you noticed your friends’ conversation drift off into the distance.

The first evening back for fifth year went by so fast; you barely had time to breath as you were being dragged from the hall, to the common room where the annual party had taken place, to your dorm room where you still lay awake. 3am. You sighed, rolling out of bed as you put on your slippers. Thoughts were washing through your mind without giving you a seconds peace. You needed to get some fresh air.

Before you knew it, you were walking up the stairs of the astronomy tower. You knew the way without being caught like the back of your hand - although you didn’t come here as much now as you did a few years ago, you still liked to occasionally watch the stars sparkle in the dark night sky.

A sound stopped you in your tracks however. At first you thought it was the sound of someone laughing but after climbing a few more steps you realised it was someone crying. Deciding whether or not to turn back, you eventually made the last few steps to the top where you saw him.

You’d recognise the pale white hair anywhere; he was wearing his black suit that he seemed to be sporting nowadays, his back faced to you so you saw how ruffled his hair was. Draco’s head was in his palms and his body was shaking with each sob. You’d never seen him cry before, even when you were together.

“Draco?” You whispered, taking a few small steps towards him. He stopped, stood up and turned around, his eyes a sore red as they reflected his pain and his back hunched as if he had lost all hope. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, holding out his arms for you to wrap yourself into his embrace. You were hesitant at first, your anger still residing in your mind as you thought about how he had completely ignored your existence these past years. But you somehow found yourself wrapping your arms around him as he completely broke down on you.

“I can’t do it Y/N.” He spoke in between sobs. “They’re - they’re asking me to kill him. And I can’t do it.” Your heart was in your mouth as you comprehended what he meant. Maybe Harry was right about what he said on the train - but surely Draco wouldn’t choose to become a death eater?

“Who? Who’s asking you to kill?” Draco pulled away, his hands resting on your upper arms as he looked down at you.

“Voldemort. He’s asking me to kill Dumbledore.” Your heart was beating in your ears as tears began to fill your own eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you or anyone... I was just trying to do what he wanted me to do. I’m sorry.” You hugged him again, pulling him tight as he cried against your shoulder. You watched the constellations in the sky, remembering how Draco’s eyes used to reflect the stars; now they just reflected his pain. But for one thing you were certain of: you still loved him.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #harry potter #malfoy #hp #hogwarts #voldemort

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myukulelegentlyweeps · 4 years

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Nowhere Man : Part V

Pairing : George Harrison x F!reader

Summary : George was sick of the Let It Be sessions, took the day off and met (Y/n), waitress and amateur musician, who happened to be performing the song Nowhere Man at the exact time when he felt like one.

Previous chapters : Part I, Part I bis, Part II, Part III, Part IV

In this chapter : George brings you to a party to introduce you to the rest of the Beatles

Tag list : @givemequeen

Word count : 1.3k

A/n : Forgive me for the absolute crap speed of my updates, I actually get these written pretty fast but inevitably spend a week overthinking whether they’re good enough to publish, so yeah :))

BIG THANK YOU TO @chloe-on-cloud9 for beta reading!

Warnings : None

“Green one. End of discussion.”, Mary sentenced, making you scoff. She could become fairly bossy when it came to your fashion choices - you did not really mind, she knew best after all.

You were sat in the living room, looking at the near entirety of your wardrobe carefully displayed on the couch by your overly enthusiastic roommate. She had become very invested in your love life as of late, you could easily guess why ; so of course when she had learned you would be meeting all three of the remaining Beatles at Ringo’s house party that day, she had made it her mission to doll you up for the occasion.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? You’re more excited than I am, and George said it was okay,” you asked for the hundredth time. Mary shook her head in response as she rose to bring you the green swing dress she had chosen : “I’ve already told you. This is your formal introduction as George’s girlfriend. I am honoured that you deem me worthy of being your escort-” “This isn’t a Jane Austen novel”, you interrupted, but she continued unfazed : “- but I can’t be third-wheeling. This is your time to shine! Now put this on.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy remark. She had some kind of Hollywood movie scene planned out in her mind, a grand entrance in slow motion, but you knew yourself : there would be no shining on your part, only a lot of stuttering and staring intently at the floor. “I just don’t want to embarrass myself on my own.”, you tried to speak while you pulled the dress on over your head. “What if I go all fan-like and-”

“(Y/n). You are beautiful, intelligent, witty, talented and overall amazing. The only thing they’ve got that you don’t is loads of money and, like they said themselves, money can’t buy me love…,” she hummed along to the well known tune. “Even if you do experience momentary stupidity syndrome upon the sight of the great John Lennon, embarrassing yourself is fun! You’ll laugh about it in hindsight. Picture it: you in ten years, telling your kids about the time you met their uncles and tripped over your own feet!” You raised an unimpressed eyebrow in response, but she had already gone off to her bedroom to find God knew what.

She came running back two minutes later, dangling two small glimmering objects in front of your eyes. You soon recognised them as her beetle-shaped earrings. “No.” “Yes”, she beamed. “No! Absolutely not!”, you repeated, trying your best to sound firm, but the smile plastered on her face was not vanishing, and it was taking everything in you to contain your laughter. She was out of her mind.

“You’re smiling! I see you!”, she practically cried out, making them dance in the air. “You’re smiling and you’re going to wear them. You know you want to.” You hated to admit it, but she was right. Somehow a part of you was begging you to put them on and be “that” person - you could never pass up the opportunity to throw some irony into a situation. With a defeated sigh, you took the earrings and threaded them on. “There. Happy?” “They match your outfit.”, she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes they do.” “Are you angry?” “Only a little bit.”

“I’m not going to have his children, you know.”

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

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“You alright, darlin’? Yer awfully quiet today”, George’s voice startled you out of your daydream. You didn’t know for how long you had been staring out of the car window, counting the trees on the roadside, but it must have been a while for him to be asking. You looked over to him, smiling out of the corner of your mouth : “I’m fine. Trying to prepare psychologically.”

“What for? Ye weren’t nervous when you first met me,” he chimed merrily, his hands steady on the steering wheel.

“Meeting you was different.”

“How so?”

“Well for starters, you told me your name was Arthur!”, you waved your index finger at him accusatively, causing the both of you to chuckle at the memory.

“If it helps, you could think of the lads as Eric, Fred and Michael today.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“How am I an idiot?”, he asked in a falsely offended tone.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised swiftly, lowering your eyes and furrowing your brows. “I call people idiots when I’m nervous.”

“John’ll love you.”, he laughed. “They’re all going to love you, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”

“It’s not only about them!”, you blurted out, more intense than you had originally intended. Maybe you should have stopped talking, but you saw George’s puzzled expression and thought you owed him some honesty. “It’s everyone. I haven’t even told my sister we’re together, because it feels like the second people know, I will have to prove myself as someone ‘worthy’ of you. How do I do that? How do I prove I’m not just some bird you picked up off the streets for a shag?”

There was a long silence. He was processing your words, replaying that last sentence over and over again in his head, trying to make sense of it. You, of course, couldn’t hear his thoughts : all you could do was sink further into the passenger seat, hoping you had not been too blunt. A part of you wished you could go back and erase what you had just said, because the relief you had expected to feel was not coming in, and all you were left with was the fear of having ruined everything.

“Do you think that?”

“What?”

“Do you think you’re just some bird to me?”, he asked again, sounding genuinely concerned about the answer.

“No, Geo, of course I don’t, I-“

“You’re everything to me. I love you.”

“I know! I love you too! I’m just afraid is all, please try to understand…”

He became silent again, then proceeded to stop the car on the side of the road. Without a word, he pulled you into a hug and you were quick to surrender, resting your chin on his shoulder and melting into his warmth. A full minute must have gone by before he spoke up:

“I understand. ‘S just I’m so used to dismissing other people’s opinions, with the press and all…I’m sorry I didn’t realise it was troubling you. ”

“It’s okay. I didn’t tell you.”

“...Do you want to go home?”

You leaned back to look at him, surprised by the suggestion. Everything in his body language indicated he was being completely serious ; you couldn’t help but smile at how considerate it was of him to be giving you an out, despite having no intention to take him up on it. “Are you crazy? I didn’t spend centuries on my eyeliner just to chicken out at the last minute. I am meeting your friends if it’s the last thing I do.”, you joked, attempting to lighten up the mood. You figured he was thinking of your anxiety now, and did not want him to get things mixed up : you were only experiencing a bit of stage fright, driving back to London would be blowing it out of proportion. “I’m okay, George, really. I’ll have a glass of wine, get over myself, meet the bloody Beatles and realise how little all of this matters. It’ll go well.”

He nodded, relieved to hear the relative confidence in your voice. “Good, because Ringo’s house is just up the road,” he said as he started the car again. “You look stunning, by the way. I should be the one worrying.” “What are you talking about?”, you blushed, and he shook his head quietly : “Paul’s a huge flirt.”

#the beatles #George harrison #George Harrison x reader #Beatles x reader #fan fiction #beatles fanfic #Beatles imagines #series #nowhere man

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har-rison-s · 4 years

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stranger things masterlist

A/N: here it is! all my steve harrington fics and new eddie munson fic additions. maybe i should make a separate eddie masterlist.... idk. maybe not yet, i've only got 2 (+1) eddie fics. gonna try and update your good will somewhat regularly, trust me i don't like me not updating my series, either. Happy reading!

indicators:

💥 - angst

🌙 - smut

🌺 - fluff

✨ - personal favourite

steve harrington

one-shots:

• hey, you💥🌺

reader gets upset because steve keeps flirting with customers at scoops ahoy!

• gorgeous. oh no, the ice cream 🌺

you're one of the many sisters of eleven, you're one of the many lab escapees. you're looking for a job and get an interview at a certain ice cream parlor in the new mall. along with your interview, you make a new acquaintance

• voulez-vous?🌺✨

reader is a french exchange student staying in hawkins for a while with a nice two-piece family of dustin henderson and his mother. during one of the reader's and party's game nights, steve harrington comes over

• rockin' around the christmas tree🌺🎄

steve has nowhere to spend christmas, but you are his saving angel and he's very grateful :)

series:

• “your good will” series masterlist

plot: Maggie Byers, the middle child of Joyce and Lonnie Byers, and Steve Harrington have been dating since the beginning of '85. It is now the summer of that same year, and though it may seem depressing and uneventful for the two lovers, the summer is going well and serves as a breath of fresh air after the events of fall '84 and '83. Yet, evil is still lurking around Hawkins, unbeknownst to Steve and Maggie and everyone else. Can one summer really change everything?

warnings: each chapter has its own assigned warning.

eddie munson

one-shots:

• freaks🌺

you're one the rare deemed “freaks” at hawkins high, who no boy has ever batted an eye towards. until a certain other freak approaches you unexpectedly one day

• very metal🌺💥

reader is eddie's best friend. after the scary murder, he is nowhere to be found, and she begins to worry

• i'd fight hell to hold you🌺💥

reader and eddie have been best friends since forever. eddie's been in love and ready to fight the hounds of hell for reader for a long time already, but he's convinced reader is smitten with steve harrington. now that they're in the upside down mess with steve, nancy and robin, things become admitted and confessions made

• putting a face mask on eddie - blurb🌺

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givemequeen · 8 months

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UPDATE

hey guys!! just a quick update - i've set up Tumblr's tipping system (as well as my patreon) though there is no obligation to tip. creating fanfic brings me joy & your support, whether through tips/patreon membership or simply by enjoying my work AKA likes, reblogs or comments (through ASK or on the post) means the world to me! my fanfic content will remain freely accessible as always (though patreon will offer early access + priority w/ requests).

i've set this up as i've been writing fanfic for nearly a decade now (though lets not count the early years, please) and have been doing it for free. any donations would be greatly appreciated as i'm hoping to buy a new laptop for uni after also nearly a decade with the same one.

i am going to have a new system in which i update at least once per week on Fridays. if i've written a lot and wish to post more throughout the week, then i will. on my patreon you will get early access though so if that interests you, please sign up! this means instead of waiting for friday, you will get possibly multiple posts in a week w/out having to wait. i mentioned above about priority w/ requests. that would mean getting your request done within 24-72 hours. my patreon is linked at the end.

anyway, i wanna thank all of you who still like my posts even after my lengthy pause.

PS: if i ever stop writing or take another long break (which i dont think i will but you never know), memberships will be put on pause/you will get your money back!

#tipping system #tip #donations #fanfic writer #thank you all so much

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beatlevmania · 4 years

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ive been sat on my ass for so long looking at gay memes it hurts but i was thinking imagine watching a movie with one of the boys ( u pick ) and being like "my ass hurts fucking christ" (or with all the lads and just dating one) and ur boyfriend (one of the lads) being like "i can help you with that ;)" (not smutt since i know u dont do smut but like yknow idk you take it from here)

Ooohhhh damn @givemequeen ok George would definitley be the one to respond like that but you’d be hanging out with all the boys and they’d all FREAK OUT

Honestly they’d treat George like a hero because they’re boys and boys love when they say cheeky thing like that

#givemequeen #rory talks

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fiesta-freddie · 4 years

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Faded Dreams| Paul x Reader

Request: Hi! If you’re okay with writing something a bit sad or angsty, can you write a Paulie fic where he is always calm and mentally stable but he and the reader break up and after that he feels empty and can’t do work properly, tries to do anything that may help him get over her but only makes it worse, and he starts reminiscing good old days with the reader ?😭🖤

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Literally just a lot of angst

His life had seemed perfect in every way imaginable ever since you had become a part of it. His lonely days no longer felt like they dragged on forever. His bed wasn’t cold at night anymore, thanks to your warmth occupying the other side.

He recalled all the times you two had woken up intertwined in each other's arms after a long night of kissing and pleasurable moaning. The sheets were a mess and his shirt was wrapped around your perfect figure. Being able to wake up by your side, seeing you softly sleep as the morning light began to shine through the window was when it felt like the world was perfectly still and time stopped for just a brief moment.

But he wasn’t the same anymore and he didn’t know why. You were the first one who made him feel so empty and alone now that you were gone. No matter what he did to try and forget he just couldn’t.

He didn’t have the same energy when it came to recording in the studio. All his songs had melancholy tunes to them, instead of the happy ones that he once used to write. The words were all about heartbreak. About you.

He hoped that you would hear them and that you would know how sorry he was. He hoped you would know how much he hated himself for his mistakes. How much he missed holding you in his arms and calling you his own.

If it hadn’t been for that stupid stupid mistake he had made, he would still be making more of those happy memories with you.

He mentally scolded himself every time the recurring memory of that night popped into his head. It made him cringe.

It made his heart break into a million pieces all over again again each time. It felt like two years of his life had just gone down the drain.

“Paul! You absolutely worthless man whore! I can’t believe you- you kissed her!” You cried out in between sobs.Your broken voice echoed throughout the dark alley behind the bar. You had stomped out as soon as you saw it happen. Paul followed you out, trying to stop you.

It broke him to see you this way. Of course the kiss was only a mistake, the result of one drink too many. That still didn’t make it any better. He knew no amount of apologizing would make the situation and better. He couldn’t fix it this time, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, love, please just calm down,” His words were slightly slurred, but he tried his best to maintain clear speech “let's not get too carried away with it. Okay, pumpkin?”

“No!” You retorted. You were absolutely furious with him and if he thought that calling you one of the many nicknames he had given you would make things better, he was sadly mistaken. “No! You do not get to call me ‘pumpkin’ anymore! Maybe you should give that name to the girl you were all over five minutes ago! I’m sure she’s just dying for you to-”

“Y/N stop it!” His voice cracked, he was on the verge of tears. It took everything in him to not break down right there on the spot “You're being irrational, don’t you think?! It was one kiss, I had no idea what I was doing, okay?”

“Bullshit Paul! I know for a fact that this isn’t the first time this has happened. John even told me so! You just can’t help yourself and your goddamn tendencies can you!? God!”

You buried your face in your hands. Your face was warm, but not in a good way. Not in the way it would usually heat up every time Paul complimented you or touched your thigh under the table. No, this warmth was from the tears that streamed down your face out of pure anger. Frustration. Hatred even. How could somebody you love so much, somebody you gave everything to, someone you let you see at your most vulnerable state, fuck up this bad? You didn’t want to believe it, but deep down you knew something like this was inevitable.

You heard sniffling. Without even looking up from behind the small barrier you had built, you knew Paul was crying. He had cracked. And as much as he didn’t want you to see this side of him, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. His voice was small, barley above a whisper. You wanted to give him another chance, but your heart just wouldn’t let you. This wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened with him and you knew if you let him try again, it probably wouldn't be the last.

Your voice was calmer now, but that didn’t mean your mind was. A million thoughts were racing through your head. You slowly walked over to him and stood in front of his figure. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, but you knew what needed to be said. “Paul,” you began to cry again, tears streaming down your face, “I-I don’t think...I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to hurt myself. And I know I sound crazy, but I think this is for the best. For both of us.”

He was silent. He wanted to say something but he just couldn’t. It was like he was frozen.

“Who knows? Maybe fate will bring us back together someday.” You tried to lighten the moment, but it just felt like you were stabbing a million knives into your chest. All you really wanted was for him to wrap his arms around you and ask to start over, but you knew that would never happen.

You waited for him to respond but he didn’t. There was nothing else you had to say. Nothing else he had to say.

Barely audible, you whispered out the last words you would ever say to the man who had given you the best two years of your life you could have ever asked for. “Goodbye, Paul.” You lightly brushed his knuckles with your fingertips before turning the other way and walking into the street.

You kept your head down to hide the tears that endlessly streamed down your face. All the memories you had with him began to run through your mind at a hundred miles per hour.

The days you had spent with him in the studio, laughing every time he messed up while recording. The number of songs he had written with you by his side. The ones he had written about you. The countless dates you two had gone on together. Watching the stars with him until the early hours of the morning.

Your first kiss.

And your last.

You never wanted to imagine having to let him go. The love of your life.

You were sure he was the one you’d get to grow old with. The one that you would raise your kids with and make more memories with. But now that all just seemed like a dream. A dream you had to wake up from, no matter how much you didn’t want to.

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