#the bealtes imagines
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she’s leaving home ; paul x reader
request:
p1: where the reader is pregnant and can’t go out too much cause she’s having twins and maybe she’s really sensitive so she stays home.Paul starts going out a lot and comes home late and sometimes doesn’t come home at all.Your really sad but brush it off cause he’s stress enough.One day, Paul and the others are having a party and invite you but you can’t come but plan to surprise them and then you see him with a girl on his arm and leave. You start acting distant the way he does and ignoring him.
p2: AHHHH I FORGOT TO SAY THAT IT WAS A PAUL X READER! I’m the anon that requested the pregnant with twins angsty story. SORRRYYY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH! I love ur angsty writings UwU
a/n: bro :( lmao i forgot the word compartment so i went through my Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book to find it
pairing: paul x reader
summary: the request
word count: 2,567 (hahaha, didn’t do it on purpose (567))
“3 more months.” you thought. “Just 3 more months.” you looked down at your growing belly. At your last doctor’s appointment, Paul and you had found out you were having twins and you were very ecstatic and happy.
What you weren’t happy about was Paul’s recent behaviour. He had been going out an awful lot, you didn’t blame him. He was young, famous and rich. If he wanted to have fun with his friends you couldn’t stop him. But it was every night and, for God's sake, you were pregnant!
Sometimes he wouldn’t even come home and you would wake up in your cold and empty bed. He would come back during lunch time, still drunk and with a messy look. Paul would say he had stayed at John’s, Ringo’s or George’s and you were scared of asking them if he had stayed at theirs.
What if he was lying? Did you want to know the truth? What if he wasn’t lying? You didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him. Would they even tell you the truth or would they protect their best friend?
A million questions would run through your mind as you stared at your cereal bowl. You hadn't seen Paul since yesterday morning when he left to go to the studio. The door opening starled you but you quickly calmed down when you saw Paul come inside, or more like fall inside.
“Paul...” you sighed as he threw his coat onto the coat hanger.
“I’m sorry yn... I should have called... I stayed with John.” he quickly said but did you believe him? You nodded and helped him go to your shared bedroom. He fell onto it and quickly fell asleep. You sighed once more, when was he going to learn?
***
For dinner, the guys all came over to your’s and Paul’s place. You cooked something nice for everyone and got ready. Ringo, George and John came together so you only had to open the door once.
“There’s a party tomorrow night, want to come yn?” asked John once you had all sat down.
“Oh I don’t know, I’m really tired recently,” you said as you served the food.
“Come on, please?” insisted John.
“Sorry John but being pregnant with twins does that to you.” you sat back down and John dropped the subject and moved on to another one. “Should I surprise them all and go to the party?” you thought as the conversation evolved.
***
Paul had left a couple hours ago and as soon as he left you had begun getting ready. You only had one dress that fit you at this point of the pregnancy so you slipped that on. You didn’t dare to wear heels and luckily you had a nice pair of comfortable sandals.
You put a little bit of makeup before going downstairs and getting a taxi that would drive you to the party. After paying the driver you got off and went up to the busy house. Even from outside, you could hear the thumping music.
The street was filled with cars and there were people around the house drinking. You walked up to the house and opened the door, the music nearly leaving you deaf. You looked around the house trying to find people you knew.
You went through the sea of people and into the living room. And that’s when all your deepest fears came true. Everything you had suspected was true, everything you feared was true.
Paul was sat on a couch surrounded by woman, he even had one of them sat on his lap. Your smile fell and so did your heart. How could he do this to you? You were so disgusted, had he slept with any? He was looking away but you could tell it was him, who else could it be?
You didn’t think twice before running back out of the house and getting another taxi to take you home. You tried not crying in the taxi as to not cause a scene. Once the taxi reached your home you rushed inside and threw your shoes off. In a blur, you changed into your pyjamas and jumped onto the bed.
Your world became blurry as the tears started to spill. You rubbed your pump and cried even more. How could he do this to you when you were pregnant? Was he not thinking about his children? Was he that selfish that we would let them grow up with divorced parents or in a broken family?
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The next morning you woke up with Paul by your side. He had his arm over you and you were disgusted. You pushed it away and luckily for you he didn’t wake up. You rushed to the bathroom when a sick feeling washed over. After cleaning yourself up and you went to the kitchen to eat what the babies were craving.
“Morning,” said Paul from behind you making you scoff, how could he just talk to you? “Everything okay?”
“Yes.” you snapped. Paul shrugged it off, probably the pregnancy. Little did he know you knew his secret. You watched as he made his coffee, as he lived his life as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn’t destroyed your family by sleeping around.
For the next couple of weeks, you avoided him at all costs. Whenever he made plans you claimed you were sick or not up for him. He started getting worried when you began ignoring him. Paul would call out your name from the living room and you wouldn’t answer leaving him with no other option but to go all the way to your room.
“yn!” he said from the doorway.
“What?!” you snapped, that’s how it had been recently. You had been snapping at him all the time.
“What’s wrong?” Paul asked, sitting down next to you on the bed. You scoffed and returned to your book as you rolled your eyes. “yn...”
“Fuck off cunt,” you said leaving him a little taken back.
“What did I do?”
“What did you do?” you asked in disbelief. “I don’t know... Let me think...” you sarcastically said. “Cheat on me maybe?” once the words left your mouth there was no going back.
“Cheat- Cheat on you?” Paul asked, his voice absolutely broken. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know Paul. Maybe it was you going out every night? Not coming home? Staying at your “friend’s house”? Or maybe it was when I saw you with a girl sitting on your lap!” you said with disgust.
“What girl?” he asked making you scoff again.
“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to deny it? At least own up to it!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Really? The party John invited me to?” you asked trying to refresh his memory.
“yn...” Paul looked down and shook his head. “That wasn’t me, you have to believe me.”
“You-You're joking, right?” you stood up and ran your hands through your hair. Paul stood up as well, standing on the other side of the bed.
“I’m not!”
“I saw you!”
“You saw someone else! I would never do that to you! I’ll admit it, I’ve been partying too hard, way too much and I should have been home with you. Helping you and being there for you.” Paul said moving a bit closer to you but stopping when you backed away.
“I can’t fucking believe you... Just admit it.” you said as tears began streaming down your cheeks.
“I won’t admit something I haven’t done love.”
Love
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked making you shiver. Just what you feared.
“I want to be alone... Just go.” you turned and looked out the window. Paul hesitated, all he wanted to do was hug you and say everything was going to be alright, that he was sorry for not being home but he had to respect your wishes so he left you alone. You had your hand over your mouth and you were questioning your memory. Who had you seen?
That night Paul slept outside on the couch while you laid awake staring at the roof. Occasionally you would glance next to you wishing Paul was there and that nothing had gone wrong but you couldn’t change the past, you couldn’t change what you had done.
You had to leave, you had to get out. Go home, visit your mum, your dad, your siblings. At 3 am you gave up on sleeping and began packing your suitcase. You did surprisingly quickly, all you had to do is leave. You went down the corridor and stopped when you passed the living room.
His soft snores filled the quiet room and you felt bad. You couldn’t just leave when things got hard. But you had to you, it was what was best for both of you. Get some space and time to think. But you couldn’t run away, you wrote a little note.
I need space and time to think,
yn
You frowned at it and set it down on the coffee table before getting your suitcase and hopping onto a taxi that took you to the train station. The station was quiet and empty considering it was nearly 5 am. You booked a ticket to the town your parents lived in, you were surprised they even had trains that went there.
Once you found your assigned compartment and smiled when you realised it was empty. You somehow managed to put the suitcase in the overhead compartment and finally fell asleep on the seat. Unfortunately, the ride wasn’t too long so you didn’t have much time to sleep.
When the train harshly stopped you jumped up. It took you some time to get adjusted to the light but once the corridor began filling up you got your luggage and left the train. You flagged down a taxi and gave your parent’s address. It was 7am according to your watch.
Considering it was Saturday a normal family would be asleep, but not yours. You remember your childhood days when you had to wake up at 7:30 am even on weekends as to ‘not waste time’. You hated it but once you left your house you still woke up early.
Your parents weren’t too strict. In fact, that was one of the only rules they had. Of course, you had a time you had to be home by and you couldn’t drink if you were under the legal age. Surprisingly they let you have guys over as long the door was a little bit open.
The taxi stopped pulling you out of your trip down memory lane. You paid the driver and smiled as you got out. They helped you with your luggage and sped away once you were by the door. You knocked and waited for someone to open the door.
Another smile was plastered on your face when your mum opened the door. She smiled just as big. “YN! What are you doing here?” she asked as she hugged you tightly. “You’ve gotten big- DARLING, YN’S HERE!” you mum yelled. You heard shuffling from the kitchen and two pairs of feet rushing out the kitchen.
Your dad and younger sister rushed towards you with big smiles just like your mum. They hugged you, carefully not to hurt you. “Where’s Paul?” asked your dad as he brought your luggage in and closed the door. You frowned at the name and wiped a tear away.
“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” asked your mum as she guided you into the living room. You sat down on the couch and hugged your mum as you broke down into tears.
“I thought he was cheating on me! Staying out late every night, sometimes not even coming home. And the last straw was when I saw another woman sat on his lap at a party.” you explained once you calmed down. Your dad and sister had left the two of you.
“What did he say?” your mum asked, knowing you would have said something to him by now if not you wouldn’t be here.
“He said it wasn’t him...”
“You believe him?” she asked with no judgement, her arms still wrapped around you.
“I- I don’t know... Why would he lie? Not like him to lie... Or cheat...” you said questioning your judgement.
“You shouldn’t have left...”
“I know mum!” you snapped instantly regretting it. “Sorry...” you mumbled. “I just need space, time to think, y’know?” you added.
“Yeah, I’ll go make your room. You can stay here as long as you want, okay?” you nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Once your mum was done she called you and your sister helped you up with your luggage. It saddened everyone seeing you like this so (your sister’s name) sat you down on your bed and began telling you everything going on with her life.
She reminded you of you and Paul when you were younger. She talked about boys in her high school and her school and social life. She told you about what she wanted to do after high school, what she wanted to do in university. Soon enough your mind was cleared and before dinner (your sister’s name) went downstairs to help your dad cook.
You were looking around your old room when your mum called you to go downstairs, you thought it was for dinner but you were wrong. She had a worried look on her face and on her left hand was the house’s phone. You frowned knowing what was going to happen.
“We’ll leave you alone.” your mum said before disappearing into the closed kitchen.
“Hello?” you asked even though you knew who it was.
“yn...” Paul said finally relieved. “You scared me, I’ve been calling everyone. You weren’t with John, Ringo, George or with any of your friends. What were you thinking?” you scoffed at his question.
“I asked for time and space and the first thing you do it look for me? Paul do you not know what space means?” you snapped at him.
“Yes yn, sorry but I was worried.”
“Okay, sorry for running off but I needed to think.” you fell into an awkward silence.
“I didn’t cheat, I swear it,” Paul said breaking the silence. “Why would I lie?”
“Why does anyone lie?” you knew you were wrong but there was a slight chance he could be lying. If he wasn’t, then who did he see? “Paul, who did I see then?” you asked as you leaned agaisnt the wall.
“I- I don’t know but it wasn’t me. The guys and I were... getting stoned upstairs with a couple of other guys who can vouch for me,” Paul said with shame, he knew you didn’t like it when he took drugs especially with two kids on the way.
“Stoned guys who can vouch for you?” you joked. Paul relaxed when he heard you laugh on the side of the phone. “Okay Paul, I believe you. I’m sorry,” you added quietly.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t go out so much, I should be with you more.”
“Paul I don’t want you to stop having fun because of me.” you said.
“I know, I know. But I want to be with you more often, I promise.”
“Okay Paulie.” he smiled at the pet name.
“Come home?”
“I’ll be there tomorrow.”
#the beatles#the beatles headcanon#the beatles x reader#the beatles fluff#the beatles angst#the beatles smut#the beatles prompts#the beatles one shot#the bealtes imagines#paul mccartney#paul mccartney headcanon#paul mccartney x reader#paul mccartney fluff#paul mccartney angst#paul mccartney smut#paul mccartney one shot#paul mccartney imagine#the bealtes imagine
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Reunited and it feels so goood but this time it’s George
It was a sunny and bright day today and I’m on my way to see one of my favorite people ever, George Harrison, which made the day seem even brighter. The boy was on vacation from being one of the most famous person on earth and even though I knew him way before his fame, it was a joy getting to rediscover everything I adore about him. When he got back from touring we decided to meet at my house because he didn’t want fans to invade. Frankly, I was a lot scared because I was terrified of talking to a new, egotistical, bastard George. But after just five seconds of finally being with him again, it wasn’t the case and we clicked again almost immediately. He made my heart flutter and if I wasn’t such a scaredy cat, I would ask him out right then and there. Instead, I called him that night asking if he wanted to go downtown with a few of my friends. Of course he said yes but god I wanted it to be a date so badly but I had to word it like that because I wasn’t thinking and I am sTuPiD. But, I promised myself I wouldn’t get my hopes up because most likely he doesn’t feel the same way. He is after all a Beatle.
I finally arived downtown, looked for a place to park, and started looking for my friends. I headed down every single street I could,looking in every store/restaurant/anything along the way but I had no luck. I spent about an hour doing this too. I concluded that, not only am I a bad planner but I had no chance in making this day a fun and enjoyable one so I just headed back to my car in angsty way. It was far away, and I had no one to accompany me. Plus downtown can be scary.
I was looking down at the sidewalk when I felt a droplet of water on my nose. I though it was hopefully nothing but then it started to smell strongly of, you guessed it, rain. Now rain makes downtown look amazingly beautiful but it sure as hell doesn’t when you still have to walk about twenty more minutes to get into your car. The rain was pouring now and it was making me real cold. I heard a loud crash. “Shit” I swore to myself. I had to get inside. I searched for the closest place I could and at last saw a restaurant. I opened the door to see a ton of people waiting in line. When I looked around I realized the long line was understandable because this was a beautiful place. It reminded me of a very fancy place but it had good prices. I got in line deciding that this would be a good place to cool down after this hectic situati- “Y/n!!”
I heard someone call my name from the door. I didn’t think it was for me and assumed it was for someone with the same name but I looked back and saw... George!! I ran over to him and gave him a huge hug happy that I finally found someone to end my loneliness. He kissed the top of my head as I had my arms wrapped around him and asked“Where were you silly?” “I really don’t know and I am a horrible planner” I replied kind of embarrassed. “Ah it’s ok, at least we found eachotherooohhhhshite” “What’s wrong?” “Lots. Of. People.” “Oh right. Wanna get out?” “Eh I’ll take my chances cause I’m starved but is it alright if we go somewhere private afterwards?”
He sounded kind of nervous asking that. As if I would get frightened by the thought of being alone with him. It made my heart do a flip flop at the possibilities but I wasn’t scared so I said, “yeah of course we can” with a smile. He smiled back, grabbed my hand and kisses it making me turn into a giggly school girl. We ordered and got our food thankfully not being noticed by anyone. Once we had gotten out of the restaurant we made sure to stay out of the rain. When we had to get in the rain though, George would hold me tight and try to cover both of us like an umbrella. It was funny and quite cute honestly. I was subconsciously following him but finally decided to ask where we were going. “Oh right. We’re going to my car and I was hoping we could drive somewhere so that we’re not just looking at a wall” “That’s understandable”.
A short walk and an even shorter ride later and we were parked on top of a mountain where you could see all the beautiful lights of the city. Me and George were in the back of his car having just finished our food when the situation hit me
It seemed all too perfect. Besides all the chaotic searching for your friends earlier, all that seemed to be a thing of the past even though it happened not too long ago. Here you were, having finished some great food, in a car looking out into a blanket of diamonds with a person you’ve been longing to be close to for a seriously long time. Was this even real.
Suddenly I felt a soft peck on your cheek snapping me back from my lingering thoughts. Wait what just happened?!?! I turned to George who now had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. “Wa- was that you?” He quickly brought his arm back to where it was. “Oh Christ I’m sorry y/n I thought maybe this was a date and it seemed all too romantic for it not to be and you just look so beautiful and I’m sorry I just gotta” before I could tell him that it was ok (more than ok) I felt his soft lips on mine. He kissed me slowly. Slow enough that I had enough time to kiss him back. When I did kiss him back, I felt both of us relax. While the kiss got more and more passionate I felt him leaning me back into the car seats and I felt that both of us wanted to be close to eachother as possible. Not out of lust (yet wink wonk) but out of love. In between one of the kisses he whispered
“I missed you so so soooo much”
And he began kissing me again without giving me a chance to respond so I parted our lips myself after a while
“I missed you mo-“
“Shut up no you didn’t”
And we were back to kissing. I chuckled into the kiss and let myself enjoy this moment for as long as I could. It was like a dream. A VERY good dream. After a while the kiss got too much and we needed to break apart or I think both of us would combust. Even when our lips were separated it wasn’t enough and George placed small pecks all over my face before bringing me in for the loveliest hug I’d ever experienced. Then he looked me in the eyes, took my hands and confessed to me. “Y/n. I don’t know how you felt about that but that was the best I’ve ever felt in my life and I would love to have more moments like this all the time. With you.”
“I ohmy I’m yes! I mean like I would love too aswell!”
George smiled and laughed
“I love you y/n”
Turns out you can make a sunny turned rainy turned awful day around
“I love you too George”
To the person that requested this, thank you so so soooo much for reading my other fics and I really really hope you enjoyed this one!!! If not just ask me to do a rewrite or something and I’ll do my best :)))
#the bealtes one shots#the beatles x reader#the bealtes imagines#the beatles preferances#george harison one shot#george harison x reader#george harison imagines#george harison imagine#george harison preferances
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hello! 💕 i love your writing so much, your imagines are always so well done. and i was wondering if you could do an imagine abt the boys finding out and comforting you abt your self harm (it’s always been kind of a touchy subject to me and i’d love to see how you think they’d react) much love 💕✌🏻
TW: Mentions of Self Harm/Cutting and Blood
Hm, well I can try... I'm going to be honest, this is a little gritty for me and I don't really have much experience with this topic aside from personal stories from those around me, but I'll do my best.
These imagines are going to focus basically 100% on the boys reactions and how they'd care for you, so it won't be like super in depth on the actual self injury.
Oh and one last thing, I don't think I could be comfortable posting this without giving the reader the ending they deserve for a scenario as serious as this, so if you notice the endings are a bit repetitive, just know that's intentional.
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George
The first thing he smells is the blood
He was on his way to relieve himself, when the stench of it flooded his nostrils, even from down the hall
Immediately George jumps into fight or flight mode, his heart beating in his ears
The only other person in the flat is you
He calls your name, urgently, but not yelling just yet
The door is on a crack when George arrives
You did it on purpose. You know you want to be found, but you don't know what to say...
George knocks gently and calls your name again, "Is everything alright?"
All this time you've been trying to pull yourself together, but the concern in his voice breaks you
"G-george...", You trail off sobbing bitterly
It's all the permission to enter he needs
You're curled up into yourself, sitting in the tub. It's empty, but George's razor is laying on the side
Sobs wrack your half naked body and all George can think to do is hold you
He climbs into the tub with you, paying no mind as the drops of blood stain his dress pants
"I'm here, I'm here..."
George holds you in a tight hug and lets you cry into his shirt
He notices the open cuts along your flesh and suddenly he puts two and two together
However, he doesn't say anything about it, instead he waits until you've calmed down a bit
Once you're ready he helps you up and sits you on the toilet
As gently and respectfully as he can, he asks what's going on
George gives you time, and you work up the courage to talk to him about it as he dresses your wounds
He listens to everything you have to say, and when you're all cleaned up, he does everything he can to make sure you're taken care of and as relaxed as can be
Once you're asleep, George shoots John a call and asks for advice on how to best help you
John advises that he should've taken you to a doctor if the wounds were that bad, but George promises to try and ask you to go in the morning
It takes a lot of courage from you, but you agree to get your injuries seen
Once at the doctor, they recommend some therapists for you
George encourages you to get the treatment you deserve, and does anything at all that he can to support you through the process
John
It's the end of a long day, and John has just freshened up for bed
But first, he's off to take his medication and grab a cup of water, just like every night
He approaches the kitchen, then slows down to listen
There's a distinct hissing and grunting coming from around the corner
At first he's just confused
He knows it must be you, but what on earth are you up to?
John turns the corner and flips on the light, and that's when his heart drops
You're leaning against the counter and the utensil drawer is open
In your hand is a steel steak knife
It's dripping blood
You're entire arm is covered in gashes, and you don't look very well
John doesn't waste a minute on words, instead he jumps right to action
He restraints you in a bear hug, pinning your arms to your side
Probably not the best reaction he could've picked, but he simply can't risk you doing anything that might make you lose more blood
You drop the knife and scream, your knees buckling under you
You're hurting
Ashamed
Frustrated
Afraid...
You burst into a violent fit of sobs, shaking so badly, John has to readjust his grip
He sinks slowly to the floor with you and you lean against him limply
John does his best to give you some reasurance, and tell you that everything will be alright, but he knows you can't stay here
In a flash, he grabs his boots, wallet, and keys and takes you to the hospital
You lose consciousness on the way there, but luckily with some fluids and a blood transfusion, you pull through
John waits a few days until you're healed to talk about that night with you
He's gentle and careful about his words, but he implores you to give therapy a try
You absolutely deserve it after all
He recommends the one he sees, but of course you can have anyone you wish
John does everything he can to support you in your healing journey and helps you see it though
Paul
After a day of recording Paul comes home on the look for you
He's got a nice little evening planned, maybe a movie and some takeaway to unwind
What he wasn't expecting, was to hear you sobbing and screaming behind a locked bedroom door
He calls your name, and pounds on the door, terrified that someone is in there with you, hurting you
You don't respond, only continuing to cry
Paul can't wait any longer, you need him now
His first instinct is to try and break the door down
He give a few shoulder charges, but to his frantic frustration, it doesn't seem to be doing much
"Paul, stop!"
At last you speak and Paul obeys
Tears are already streaming down his eyes, he's so scared and confused for you
Hesitantly, you unlock the door, terrified and ashamed to reveal your secret
There's a bit of blood coming from your scalp, and little patches of your hair are missing
More blood can be found under your nails, and that's when Paul notices the scratches on your arms
You don't say anything, instead more tears escape you as you quietly cry
But you don't have to say a word, Paul figures out what he needs to himself
He takes you in his arms and consoles you until you know you're safe
Paul's spent enough time hearing about John's therapy sessions to have a decent education on things of this sort
He asks if he can take you to a doctor, just to make sure nothing gets infected and that your injuries can be properly treated
You agree and get taken care of, but before you're cleared to go home, you and Paul discuss therapy options with the doctor
There's plenty of options for you to take a route to healing that you're most comfortable with, and Paul is proud of you every day and every step, for being strong enough to get the help you deserve
Ringo
All Ringo can see is how terrified and in pain you are
He doesn't notice the cuts and the blood until after
And by that point, he feels hysterical with anxiety
He's so overwhelmed with both the desperate desire to help you, and the crushing confusion of what to do that he's frozen
After a moment, he snaps out of it and rushes to your side
He's crying nearly as much as you are, which understandably only makes you twice as upset
Ringo asks you what he can do, desperate for some sort of guidance
But you can't respond, you're too overwhelmed yourself
For now, he resorts to just holding you
It's the only thing he can do to try and calm himself and not upset you any more then he already has
Once he's had some time to collect himself and think, he does his best to help with your wounds
He's already ruined his shirt with blood, so screw it
He takes it off and tears it into bandages, administering them where needed and talking to you all the while
It takes longer then you'd have liked, but eventually you're able to calm down, even after the stress Ringo unintentionally put on you
"There now", Ringo's voice is shaking, but he's doing all he can to keep it together for you
He's finished apply his shirt bandages, "You need a proper doctor love... Do you think you can do that?"
You bite your lip, trying to hold back another bout of tears, but you nod
That's all Ringo needs to hear
He helps you up and takes you straight to the doctor
While you're being treated, he calls the lads, whoever will listen, and tries to get reasurance that he did this right
John scolds him for upsetting you, but otherwise tells him he was right to get you a proper doctor
Before he hangs up, he strongly advises Ringo to, gently, ask you about seeing a therapist
Ringo swears it, and holds to his word, making sure to stay calm and be respectful of your emotional state when he asks
You decide that that is what you want, and the two of you discuss local practicioners with the doctor
All the while that you're on your healing journey, Ringo does everything he can to educate himself on anxiety, depression, and triggers in order to be more helpful for you along the way and in the future
#the bealtes#tw blood#tw self harm#tw cutting#john lennon x reader#george harrison x reader#paul mccartney x reader#ringo starr x reader#beatles imagines
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I feel like Phillipa Soo would make an amazing Elphaba in wicked
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Hide Your Love Away (Paul McCartney x fem! Royal! reader Oneshot)
From an anon request: can you write Paul x reader oneshot or something where she’s going to have an arranged marriage the following day, which is forced by her family. but she doesn’t want it since she’s secretly dating Paul. So they go on their last date, pretending it’s their honeymoon just for one day since they know they have to be separated after that🥺(sry I’m a sucker for sad/angst fic with lil fluff)
Word Count: Less than 2K
Warnings: swearing, angst with fluff, mentions of weddings and sex. Lack of editing,
A/N: I hope you enjoy it! In order for the premise to work, I decided to make you a member of the noble class who has to marry into royalty (I got inspired some by The Crown on Netflix, whoops) when you really love Paul. Much love to my angels @joeneslee @bens-jawline and @rhapsodyrecs for helping me when writers block stuck for this one!
“I just met him, how can I marry him?” you asked with tears blinking in your eyes.
Sighing, you could tell the diadem on your mothers head was beginning to droop. Your father began cutting his meat with more fury. It made the metals on his suit follow in a clink, clink, clink.
“Because this marriage is important to us- to your whole family!” he said.
“But he…I…how do you know it will work?” you question. The diamonds on your necklace feel like an icy grip.
“That doesn’t matter, you will make it work. You always have. It’s the price you pay for your title. It’s going to secure everything. The Prince of Cardonia already agreed to it,” your mother said.
“I…”
“Y/N, you’re a duchess. You do understand the consequences if you don’t do this…money will fall, we’ll lose protection…our house, everything.”
Squeezing your hands together, you began to blink away tears.
“And think of how the alliance will help us, politically. Do you want our people to suffer?” your father pointed out.
You agreed to the match. In a way, you could be a good leader still. Carry out orders. Make changes. Protect people. But it was useless now.
In your room, you began dialing madly for his number. Pacing, the ring on the phone seemed to last forever. Who knew a chance encounter at a party for music led to you both. Then all these phone calls. The meetings. Then meetings led to more talk. And soon your mouths stopped talking and started kissing.
“Y/N…I’m speechless…and you…you can’t say no…” Paul wonders. Your throat feels dry.
“I don’t have a choice! I…I didn’t choose this, they just…announced it,” you mourned.
Those calls are made in plenty the following weeks. You get fitted for the wedding gown a month later. It’s a wide gown decked in lace covering your neck and shoulders with a long train that leaves lace down like a cape. Everyone says you look beautiful, but you don’t feel like it. You are constantly asked for details about the wedding. You gave boring answers. You don’t want to make it too fussy, but at least pretty. But it’s soulless, you feel like.
The day comes sooner, so Paul suggests something…a trip.
You don’t know how, but you managed to get away. You had a few trusted friends who covered for you
The prince of Cordonia isn’t like Paul at all. He is stiff and dull. Not abusive, you don’t think, but that could change.
Paul is super ambitious and works to get the secret trip right.
Right as you get on the plane, making sure it is private and paying guards and the pilot extra, you look at Paul.
“We could…pretend…”
“Pretend what?”
“Pretend we’re married. That we’re going to be at our honeymoon…I don’t know if we’ll get a chance to later…”
Smiling, you begin to drum your fingers on the tan plush arm of your seat.
“How in god’s name did a damn Beatle escape from the press?” you asked. The plane whirred as it soared over the air.
Paul sighs, taking a sip of water from a plastic cup.
“A lot of help, that’s what. Didn’t you get your friends in? Well, I got friends too,” he answered with a wink that always flipped your stomach.
“Where are you even going?”
He smiled.
“Ibiza, Spain!”
“Spain! I’ve never been to Spain!” you cried. Running up, you give him a girlish hug and kiss his cheek.
The jet plane landed and you both made your way to a hotel. Paul donned fake facial hair and as soon as you were led to your suite, he ripped it off. Though it looked red and tears stung his eyes.
“Oo-owww!”
You began to laugh hard at his reaction before tossing yourself on the feathery bed. That first night you both indulged in a large dinner while watching the sun go down and after much evening walking, settled into your bed for the first sleep after traveling.
When you both woke up, you saw his face first. Then your eyes flitted open. The sunshine of the Spanish morning poured in from over his head. He looked even more angelic.
“Hello husband!”
“Hello Wifey!” he said, kissing your forehead.
Both of you cuddle up against the cold air from the AC before ordering a breakfast and spending time in your pajamas…as well as out of them. Smiling and taking in each other. Chatting about the habits of his other band members and laughing at them like normal.
They explored old towns. Spanish architecture, orange and tall, surrounded them. You bought lunch at little local restaurants, usually saving room for cold gelato served in cones dusted with cinnamon. It was touristy. It was cliche. It was perfect.
Both of you go through markets all afternoon when it’s too hot to do anything else. Thanking the heavens for shade and cheering at the sight of a working fan. One market had a tendency to be overpriced. Not that neither of you couldn’t afford it.
Glancing over there was a young woman eyeing a necklace. Maybe a local. Her eyes were bright as she admired how the gems shone in the light and how they flattered her skin. But when she glanced at the price tag, she frowned.
Nudging, you murmur “I’ll be over there…”
You walk up to the young woman and smile.
“Hello, do you like that necklace?” you greet.
She blinks in confusion and sighs.
“Yes, I do” she says in a voice as sweet as honey. “It’s just…expensive, is all. I’ll look for another one.”
From the pocket of your pants you pull out several dollar bills and hand them to her. She is frozen looking at the numbers. It’s enough to buy at least five necklaces here.
“Not anymore…”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks.
“Let’s say…I have more than enough. Least I can do.” You answer.
Walking back, you see Paul’s eyes grow wide and then he smiles. He wraps a hand around yours as you walk out. Glancing back, you can see the girl is slack jawed. Then she went and bought the becklace with a smile as big as her face.
As soon as he got home, with only a few packages of things, Paul flung himself on the bed.
“Ooof! I’m bloody exhausted!”
You lean over, smiling. His face has gotten a little red from the sun. Your hands creep over to his shoulders.
“Let me massage you sweetheart…I don’t want my… my husband to be in pain,” you insisted.
Paul grinned larger at the use of the word.
For the rest of the night, you went over piles of photographs Paul managed to take. His love of the camera made him keep it as close as if it was his baby. You both managed to find local places and take pictures. The cheesiest pictures one could manage. Smiling faces, wide arms, and mountains and beaches and buildings too beautiful to be real.
“I’d like to keep a few…” you say.
Paul looks up at you.
“Is that…is that possible, Y/N? They look through your things, y’know…” he warned.
You shrugged, looking at one picture you took of Paul smiling, squinting into the sunlight with a castle from long ago far behind him, poking out of the green hill. Then another one where you managed to travel out and visit another real palace with elaborate floors outside and pigeons flying by.
“I can manage. I have…have places in my home only I can enter. Royalty, y’know…”
Looking back, only your closest friends were in on this. Friends you knew would not tattle. Friends who could influence any nosy servants.
He leaned over on the bed, in a white shirt and long pajama pants. Placing a hand, he traced a strand of hair.
“You might be their duchess, but you’re me girl. Always.”
The next morning, both of you were napping, naked, and smiling in post-coital bliss. Unaware that it was already noon. And there was a newspaper with your brunch.
As you groaned, opening your eyes, you heard Paul nearly spit out his tea from the tray.
“Oof, too hot for you?” you teased.
He looked at you and turned the page.
There was a small, minor article. It shouldn’t have caused much attention. But it was about your parents. It mentioned them addressing rumors that you were running away with another man and may have been spotted in Spain- or someone who looked like you. They couldn’t tell who the man was, but it was not your betrothed.
“Oh shit.”
You toss the paper onto the sheets, looking at Paul with his face, white as the sheets.
“We’ll…we’ll just have to be careful…” you suggest. Leaning forward, you cup his face and he nods.
You both had to be too careful. You went to beach. The sun was bright and you tasted the salt in the wind, but you had to look around you. Everytime there was a stranger, you felt their eyes on you. Both of you picked a time when there would be less people, but it felt there were now invisible cameras somewhere.
Both of you waded in the water and laid around in a towel underneath an umbrella for shade. But even in the most relaxing moments, you couldn’t help but worry if eyes were staring. Paul opened a picnic basket and handed you a bowl of strawberries, but you wondered if even a nice snack would somehow make it’s way to tabloids.
The next few days, you were more careful. Going to less crowded places. On your penultimate day, you ignored the paper. Paul was still asleep. You glanced for any news. Once you saw a photo of your parents worried faces. “We are concerned for our daughter…”
You tossed it into the trash bin. You would deal with it later. You wanted to enjoy each minute while you had it.
You kept trying to sneak into sites with less people, odder hours. If not, you were at each other like rabbits in your hotel room. Savoring intimacy and feeling one while you still could, or lazing about in your pajamas-ordering food and watching the sea. Talking about everything and nothing.
Paul opened his eyes, lashes fluttering. You couldn’t’ help but smile at him. His lashes were long, curved naturally without any mascara. How could one man be so beautiful?
“What…what is it?”
“Nothing hubby…” you said quietly, kissing his forehead. “Let’s just…let’s just enjoy the day.”
Spain had the loveliest sunsets. You watched from your hotel and then walked at night. The stars were out and the ocean was calming. Both of you felt a breeze. Paul handed you his jacket. Even in the dark, you could make out quiet sniffling. Clutching his hand, you turned to the ocean to look up at it’s infinity underneath a night sky. You never let his hand go the rest of that night. You wanted this pretense to last long as it could until you could no more, when the plane landed and you were back home at the palace with photos of Spain snuck into the bottom of your suitcases.
Besides, there was a wedding next week.
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50 (kind of) random writing prompts!
1. “No double dipping”
2. “That mouth of yours, does it ever stop making noise”
3. “I guess my legs just won’t take me up the stairs. Looks like you’re gonna have to”
4. “I personally think you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met, but that’s just me.”
5. “Why won’t you let me kiss you already”
6. “I think skirts were made to cover up your bum not the opposite”
7. “No! Keep the lights on”
8. “Stop snoring you sound like an cow”
9. “Jesus, put a shirt on”
10. “Seven minutes in heaven is for teenagers”
11. “You’re acting like a toddler”
12. “Face it you’re mad at me for being cuter than you”
13. “I swear if I cry you have to buy me dinner”
14. “You’re a pig”
15. “If you take one more fry I will kill you”
16. “Keeps your elbows off the table”
17. “It’s your turn to cook”
18. “This cake tastes like crap”
19. “You know one day I’m just going to stop buying new TVs”
20. “Are you sure you can count to 10”
21. “Your driving is absolute garbage”
22. “Where did you hide my keys this time”
23. “Pass the salt before I have a break down”
24. “Slam that door one more time and I’ll shove my foot straight up your *insert profanity*”
25. “Why do you have to be so annoying yet so perfect all the time”
26. “Why are my bed sheets wet”
27. “Jesus Christ! Knock next time would you”
28. “It’s not that bad”
29. “I’m over here trying to sleep and your over there trying to get into my pants”
30. “Your shirt looks like it was drug through the mud”
31. “Oh my lord fix your hair, it looks like a birds nest”
32. “Stop! You’re making my ears bleed”
33. “You were the ugliest child that I have ever seen”
34. “Your mom thinks I’m an idiot”
35. “Oh quit your whining”
36. “Do you have a mute button”
37. “Is annoying people a hobby of yours, because if so maybe you should try knitting”
38. “How many photos can one have of a person”
39. “You have money go and get yourself a blanket that’s not mine”
40. “Sometimes I think you’re very cute other times i want to bash your head in”
41. “It must be impossible living with you”
42. “Roses are so cliché, so get me roses”
43. “You’re awfully cute when you’re not talking”
45. “I don’t feel like doing it therefore you have to”
46. “You’re breath smells like a sewer”
47. “It’s called reading maybe you should try it sometime”
48. “There is a thing called chairs, love”
49. “Well it’s kind of hard to move when you’re sitting on my lap”
50. “Come on just one more kiss”
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▷Enchanted◁
%...Disclaimer I do not condone this behaviour. This is just imagination and none of the members are like this
%...Pairing Enhypen x reader
%...Genre Horror , thrill , mystery , maybe yandere
%...Synopsis Y/n is a pyschologist also helps in exorcism. She is a medium. Everything starts to become dark when enhypen members come into the picture.There's something dark lurking within them. Y/N needs to find out what and help them and maybe herself.
%...Status ONGOING
%...Warning cussing , horror stuff , deaths , threats , violence , possession , dark theme , maybe Yandere stuff.
[TAG-LIST] Open!
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CHAPTER 01 I first case
masterlist II next
Author POV
A sound of something hitting the metal door caught everyone's attention. The patient inside then started banging on the door.
*bang bang bang*
"Let me out , you fuckers"
Patient. Ah yes . Another pyscho patient.
That's the daily dose of headache y/n has . She is a pyschologist and has to deal with pyschos who don't wanna get treated , some who try to manipulate her ,some who yell alot and some who straight up choose violence.
It's not like she hates her job. She likes it. It just gets tiring sometimes.
This was about her real job. Now let's check her side job - helping priest in exorcism as a medium and helping people in the possession cases.
YN POV
You did it because 1) you had a gift from God - you being a medium . Which sometimes felt more like a curse to you.
2) your father did the same thing. Help in possession cases.
You had a necklace your father gave you when you were small. It had a cross and he told you that it had something important in it but he didn't tell you what.
Getting back to the point . The possession cases. You were getting quite a lot of those recently so you decided to work longer and early so you can finish them.
You took the 1st file and read it .
Jake
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Details:
His mother gave a description of what she felt whenever he was around and what changes she noticed.
Description: It gets too cold whenever he is around. She hears noises at midnight. Feels like someone is with her even tho she is alone.
Address: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Number: xxx-xxx-xxx
Hmmm. You are going to visit this first. The description of this makes it seem like the typical description everyone gives whenever they feel like there is something paranormal within them.
With a sigh you went out of the office and to your boss's cabin.
"Mr Kim , may I come in?"
Mr Kim looked up from the file and smiled at you.
"Oh yn sure , come in"
You smiled back and sat on the chair
"So what brings you here?"
"My current case - jake sim one"
"Ahh yes , what about it?"
"I was wondering if I could start the investigation today ?"you asked
"Yes you can ,but take taehyun and beomgyu with you" he replied.
"Sure , thank you sir, I'll report you when I come back"
With that you left to call taehyun and Beomgyu , so you can leave to your destination.
Terry/ Tae- Taehyun
Gyu - Beomgyu
Taehyun POV
*Knock knock*
Someone knocked on my cabin
"Yes"?
"It's me yn "
"Oh come in yn,how can I help you"
"I had a case and wanted to investigate - but Mr Kim said that I need to take you and Beomgyu with me"
"Alright I'm ready to go , let's call gyu"
"Sure"
We left to go to the car and called Beomgyu on the way .
He reached there when we reached aswell.
We did a bro-hug then he went to greet yn.
"Let's go shall we?" Said Beomgyu
"This is the address terry - xxxxxxxxx"
"Alright , tighten your seat-bealts here we go"
We then drove off to the address mentioned.
You met taehyun since he joined hybe and started working under Mr Kim. You guys just clicked together and became best friends in no time. Then he got assisnged in a mission with someone - that someone being Beomgyu. Taehyun introduced you to Beomgyu and you became friends as well.
Right now as mentioned you were going for investigation on the Sim's case.
It didn't look any different from what everyone else thinks. It's just your stomach was churning and you didn't have a good gut feeling about this.
Noticing your distress , taehyun asked you "are you okay y/n?" . "Ahh yes just nervous that's all" you replied.
"Nervous? Why are you nervous? You are never nervous while going to investigate?"-said gyu interrupting your conversation.
"Yeah ok but there's just a bad feeling about this , but we'll see"
"Don't worry - we'll do good" said taehyun.
"Yeah ofc we will , you guys have me so it's not a big problem"- said gyu smugly.
"You would be the first one to die if were in a horror movie" replied taehyun jokingly.
You laughed.
"Yahh , how dare you . Take that back" said Beomgyu.
No wonder they were your best friends. They know how to lighten up your mood and make you feel better again.
"Let's go with the flow and see what waits for us" you thought.
%...a/n herea the chapter 1 for Enchanted 😌 I hope you guys like it☺️. Not proof read.
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SLASH X FEM~READER
A/N hi! i wrote this a whileeee ago on wattpad and i thought i’d bring it here, sorry if it’s not good it is an earlier imagine of mine but i hope you enjoy! 🥰
"Come on babe, we're gonna be late," Slash, your boyfriend, yells as he comes down the hallway and into your room.
"Do we really have to go?" you groan sliding your boots on, "yes y/n, I wanna meet your family," he sighs, grabbing your wrists. You and Slash had recently started dating after months of fooling around. You realized no one could give you what he gave you, your infatuation with each other grew stronger and stronger each day, you didn't mind the backlash from the public from dating such a player, you knew that he'd never hurt you like that, hes never been like this with another girl before. Hopelessly in love.
"I'm happy if you don't though," you pout, "why? I wanna go. I want to meet your relatives, y/n. I want our relationship to exist outside of tours and concerts and press," Slash groans setting his head on your shoulder, "we could always have fun here," you tease him through his pants and he hitches his breath.
"Don't start with me, we're going. I don't understand why you don't want me to," he pulls your hand away, "ugh, because! They don't like me and they're not gonna like you. They think we're psycho druggies who cheat on each other, I don't want them to judge you to your face, you know I have no chill," you explain fixing the collar of his shirt.
"Look at you, all unbuttoned and sexy," you bite your lip sliding your hand down his chest that's being exposed through the halfway unbuttoned shirt, "well, we are junkies, you are a psycho, but it's the 90's, who isn't? They'll love me," he smiles pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
"Whatever," you roll your eyes as he drags you out of your apartment.
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You're sitting in the passenger seat, your leather skirt fitting you tightly. You look over at your man and he's driving with one hand, bicep flexed as he bops his head to the music. Just the sheer sight of him makes you wet. Suddenly, he drops his hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.
Just the little sparks you feel turn you on more. You decide to toy with him, bringing his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss on the back of his hand. He smiles at you sweetly, obviously un-prepared for what you're about to do next. You release his hand grabbing his fingers and sliding them far deep into your mouth. He darts his eyes towards you as he begins to undress you with his eyes.
Smirking, you lift you leg up, hiking ur skirt all the way up. His mouth opens slightly as u place his hand on top of your underwear, "you just look so sexy," you whine and he bites his lip, jolting his head back to the road when the cars behind you start beeping.
Keeping his eyes on the road, his hand pulls your underwear to the side, sliding a finger up your slit. You let out a soft moan, throwing your head back, "mm, yes," you whimper as he starts rubbing small circles on your clit.
"Someones wet," Slash smirks as his middle finger teases the edges of your dripping hole, "please baby, I want it," you moan and he slides a finger in causing you to arch your back off of the seat.
"God, yes!" you whine as he starts moving in and out, curling it slightly, "fuck, you're so tight," he grunts trying to focus on the road.
Adding another finger, he starts moving in and out ruthlessly causing you to let out slitting moans for him, "you like that?" he growls, swerving slightly.
His words turn you on even more, causing you to clench around him, "fuck yeah," he chuckles rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"S-Slash, I'm gonna," you whine bucking your hips up.
"Cum for me," he teases a fourth finger, "ahhh!" u scream as it enters you, causing you to cream all over his hand. He slides his fingers out of you chuckling at his dirty hand, "taste yourself, baby," he purrs, sliding a finger in your mouth.
Panting, you suck it clean and he licks the rest of his fingers clean.
"Happy you got your fix, you nymph," he chuckles focusing on the road again.
"Yes sir," you giggle and he bites his lip, "I still want a taste," you coo, reaching over to unbuckle his pants.
"I love you, but we're gonna crash if you do that," his breath shakes as you pull out his long dick.
"We're nearly there, I can wait and suck you off in the parking lot," you smirk sliding your hand up and down gently causing him to stiffen up in his seat.
He speeds up into the driveway of your aunts house unbuckling his seat bealt. Grabbing your hair in his hands, he forces himself down your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, your tongue swirls around his shaft as his tip hits the back of your throat.
"Fuck yes, just like that," he throws his head back forcing your head down farther. The sounds of your spit and gags fill the car as you work the rest of his size with your hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groans as he cums down your throat. Giggling, you swallow all of him, sucking him completely dry. he slides out of your mouth with a pop and stares at you completely breathless.
"Let's go, shall we?" you smile sliding ur skirt back down. You discretely pull your underwear off and drop them on the car floor.
Panting and disoriented, he follows you out of the car and towards the front door.
You knock, dreading every second of what's about to come.
"Would you relax?" Slash rubs your shoulder reassuringly, "just think about how they have no idea how good I worked you in that car," he adds lightly biting your ear. You giggle and caress his face as the door opens.
"Oh, hey!" your aunt opens the door putting on a fake smile, "hi," you say awkwardly as you hold Slash's hand walking inside, "so. . . this is him, huh?" she eyes him up and down, "yeah, y/a/n, this is Slash. Slash, this is my aunt, y/a/n,"
"Nice to meet you," he smiles, "Slash? How. . . unique," she smiles bringing you guys to the table where everyone is, "everyone, this is. . . Slash," she says distastefully.
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After a couple hours, Slash seems to be getting along greatly with everyone. You hate to admit it, but it annoys you. You get up from your seat on the couch and go to the dining room to join Slash.
"Maybe you could come show me some fun," you whisper in his ear, "absolutely not," he chuckles, "c'mon, I want you. . . daddy," you purr, discretely palming him under the table. His body jolts and you giggle.
He angrily stands up, causing you to jump back. Grabbing your wrist, he drags you towards the laundry room in the back of the garage. Thankfully, no one notices you've left.
You giggle lightly as he closes the door behind him.
His grip on your wrist gets tighter and your giggle turns into a whimper. He roughly bends you over the washing machine and wraps his hand around your neck. You gasp at his quick, rough actions.
"You think you can be a little slut and get away with it?" he bites your ear and you let out a small whimper, "sorry daddy," you toy with him more.
He roughly lifts your skirt up, gasping lightly at your lack of underwear.
"Look at you, ready for daddy, ready to take him like a good girl," he growls smacking your ass, you gasp, letting out a small whine.
He grips your hips, flipping you around to face him. He lifts you up onto the washing machine, standing in between your legs. He sloppily crashes his lips into yours letting his hands roam around your entire body down to your soaking wet pussy.
Smiling into the kiss, he rubs you earning desperate whimpers. Sliding his fingers in, you gasp loudly and he wraps his other hand around your neck, "sh, you don't wanna get caught now do you?" he pouts as he curls them roughly watching your eyes roll back.
"Huh?" he asks again slamming into you harder, "n-no," you whimper trying not to scream.
"That's what I thought," he smirks bending down. Looking up at you from between your legs, he licks his lips and licks a long stripe up you. Holding your thighs open, he works his tongue all around your pussy. Biting your lip, you try to contain your screams when he takes your clit and sucks on it roughly.
Lapping his tongue against it you find your legs shaking.
"Mmm," he groans shoving his face farther into you. "I-I'm" you start trying to whisper. Your pleasure is cut short when he pulls his mouth away.
You whimper craving his touch again.
"You gonna take this dick like a good slut?" he pulls your body closer to him, "yes," you say nervously, "yes, who?" he unbuttons his pants, "yes. . . daddy," you say blushing, "look who's shy now," he teases.
Rubbing his tip at your entrance he watches your face as you crave his touch.
"Such a pretty girl," he pouts sliding his thumb across your bottom lip before slamming into you with no warning.
"Mm!" you yell as he stretches you out, "what'd I say? You're not gonna make a sound," he growls adjusting himself inside of you.
You whimper, feeling the tears well up as you try to contain your sounds of pleasure.
He slides out pulling you down and flipping you over again. Wrapping his arm around your waist and using his hand to cover your mouth, you lift your leg on the washer and he slams into you.
He begins sliding in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You moan against his hand as you shake the washer.
"Fuck, you're taking this cock so well baby," he growls slamming into you over and over.
He slides his hand down and starts furiously rubbing your clit causing your eyes to roll back and your legs to shake. You can't help clenching around him as he shows you no mercy.
"God yes, tighten around me just like that. You act like a little slut, you're gonna get fucked like one. Take it, take it like a good girl, wrap that pussy around this cock."
His dirty talk sends you over the edge once more.
His thrusts begin to get sloppy as he holds you closer to his chest.
"Right there," you whimper against his hand, tears streaming down your face, "yeah, right there? Who's your daddy?" he growls, "you, you! I'm your little cum slut daddy, please fill me up," you whine as his hand leaves your mouth.
"Fuck!" he groans cumming inside you.
You're both left there a panting mess.
You giggle as you realize what you both just did.
"I love you," he says breathy as he pulls you close, kissing you softly, "was I a good girl?" you pout, "you were being very bad, but I think you learned your lesson," he says pulling your skirt back down over your ass.
You smile, kissing him more feeling his tongue explore your mouth.
After fixing yourselves, you both walk back into the house.
"Where'd you guys go?" your cousin asks as you both enter the living room again.
"Smoke break," Slash lies before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You giggle hearing the conversations happening throughout the night.
"Just wait til we get home," Slash whispers and you blush at the idea of what awaits you at home.
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poly!bealtes george being embarrassed he got hard after seeing john workout because they haven’t done that much sexual stuff together but once they notice they offer to help (jerk him off or suck him off) and he says yes? and he’s just happy to be with them and that he can trust them
George bites his lip as he watches John complete another set of push-ups, the muscles in his arms rippling.
“Ringo,” John grunts. “Come and sit on my back.”
“Why me?” Ringo asks with a playful roll of his eyes, but he does as he’s told.
“You’re the smallest and your bum is the least boney.”
“Hey!” Paul says indignantly, but he still watches John with appreciation.
John has taken to working out over the last month or so after becoming fed up with his weight gain, and the rest of them have enjoyed watching him slowly become stronger and more confident.
George can feel himself grow hard as he gazes at John’s biceps, imagining those strong arms pinning him down on the bed-
“You’re enjoying this as much as I am,” Paul chuckles in George’s ear.
George turns red, suddenly embarassed.
“Let me help?” Paul asks softly. “Just a bit of fun, yeah?”
George is ridiculously aroused, and he’s always felt safe with his boys, so he nods and lets Paul slip a hand down his trousers.
“Feels good, yeah?” Paul whispers, working George’s cock gently. “Relax, Georgie, it’s okay. Good lad. You like that?”
John turns and winks at George at that moment which makes him even harder, and George feels the overwhelming desire to strip off and let John have him there and then.
“Good lad,” Paul praises when George orgasms.
George meets John’s eyes breathlessly, and there’s nothing but warmth there. The older man collapses flat onto the floor, taking Ringo with him, and the four of them burst into giggles.
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she came in through the window ; ringo x reader
request: I've had this idea for a while now; soulmate au where on their 20th bday, their soulmate falls from the sky and into their arms. Maybe that with any of the beatles?
a/n: i don’t have enough Ringo x reader AND OMFG I JUST REMEMBERED IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY HAHAHH. i’m going to change it to the 24th birthday just so they are already famous x (if you or anyone wants me to do it for the 20th birthday then send a request!
pairing: ringo x reader
summary: you fall from the sky and onto Ringo’s arms <333
warnings: swearing (like two swear words i think)
year: 1964
word count: 1,046
“It’s tomorrow,” Ringo muttered to himself as he paced around their room in London. “It’s tomorrow!” he stopped in his tracks and turned to face his friends.
“We know Ringo,” Paul said as he stood up to help his friend out.
“What if they don’t like me?” he asked, running his hand through his hair and tugging at it.
“They are going to be your soulmate I’m sure they will like you,” George said from his spot on the couch.
“What if I can’t catch them- What if drop them?!” Ringo worried.
“Funny story for your children?” John said earning a scowl from Paul.
“I’m sure everything will be fine so don’t worry, okay?” Paul said as Ringo breathed in and out in an attempt to calm down. “Just sleep and when you wake up everything will be fine.” The older man nodded and went to his room in the suite. Before shutting the door he waved goodbye to his friends.
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The sun spilt into your room and when it hit your eyes you woke up slowly. You checked the date and time, Tuesday 7th of July 1964, 8am. “Time to get ready,” you thought as you got up. You stretched like a cat before stepping into the shower and washing hair.
You dried your body and hair quickly before getting changed into your outfit for the day. Today you felt different, it was a strange and indescribable feeling and something inside of you told you today was going to be a good day. When you stepped outside the sun was shining brightly, you smiled at the sky before continuing with your day.
“Feeling good?” asked your friend when you stepped into the record shop that you worked at.
“Yeap, dunno why though.” you shrugged your shoulders and went to put your bag in the lockers at the back of the shop. You put on your name tag before returning to your friend and beginning with your day.
The day went by quickly and business was good. Everyone was surprisingly nice. A pleasant family came in and you could tell it was the first time for the youngest kid so you took it upon yourself to help her out. It was soon lunchtime and as soon as your friend came back from her break you went to the familiar cafe where you always had your lunch in.
But today was different, you were about to make a turn when the floor disappeared. You looked down and instead of the floor there was emptiness, you seemed to be up in the clouds. Everything was white and the wind was rushing past your ears.
You screamed as you fell, your arms moving crazily around you and your hair floating. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for what was going to happen. What the fuck was going on?
Suddenly it hit you, you were going to meet your soulmate. A tiny bit of the fear inside you was replaced with excitement. But you weren’t 24 yet... Your soulmate must be older than you then. You fall if your soulmate is older but if you’re the older soulmate you’re the one who has to do the catching.
The loud screaming made Ringo look upwards, he was having a cigarette on the balcony of the hotel. “This is it.” he thought as he shielded his eyes from the sun. You were getting closer and closer and you feared death, what if he didn’t catch you? Has this ever happened before?
You let out a final scream as two strong hands held you. You breathed heavily and kept your head tucked onto his chest, you clung onto his t-shirt and cried gently. “Got you,” he said making you laugh quietly.
Your eyes went wide when you realised who your soulmate. His eyes were bluer than the sky you just fell through. The man’s hair was falling over his eyes but you knew who he was. How could you not recognise the man who was now your soulmate?
He was Ringo Starr, the drummer of The Beatles.
You let out a shaky breath and closed your mouth. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“I mean I just fell through the fucking sky and Ringo fucking Starr is holding me so...” you chuckled as he let you stand up.
This is something else he feared, that whoever he caught was a crazy fan who only loved him for his fame. Or what if he was a fan and he wasn’t their favourite Beatle? What if they loved Paul? Or John? Or George?
“You’re a fan?” he said a bit disappointed.
“Sure, your music is great but don’t worry, not a crazy fan.” Ringo smiled at your response, it was as though you could read his mind.
“Want to go inside?” you nodded and he slid open the balcony’s door. “John! George! Paul!” he yelled making your eyes go wide once more. Fucking shit, you just remembered they probably would also be here.
“Yeap?” asked George poking his head through the door. He smiled as soon as he saw you and called his two other friends who rushed in. “Soulmate?” he asked as he approached you. George stuck out his hand and you shook it before moving on to the other boys.
“Well, we will leave you two alone,” Paul said with a cheeky wink making you blush like made as they left the room and close the door. You turned back around to face Ringo, he was looking at you with a big smile. You returned it and sat down on the bed.
“Let’s get to know each other then,” you said as you pat the spot next to you invitingly. Ringo grinned and went to sit next to you. For the rest of the day, the two of you spent it talking to each other, getting to know each other. Most of the time the two of you were just laughing at jokes you both made. Ringo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he loved the way your eyes closed when you laughed or the cute laugh you made.
Let’s just say you were both more than glad with your soulmate and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life together.
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This is going against my morals...
But I really wanna write about these dorks so please if you have a request make one!!! Just not smut I can’t write that sin (maybe I can tryyyyy but I won’t do anything that makes me feel eeekkkyyy so yeah)
#paul mccartney imagine#paul mccartney imagines#paul mccartney one shot#paul mccartney x reader#john lennon imagine#john lennon imagines#john lennon one shot#john lennon x reader#george harison imagine#george harison imagines#george harison one shot#george harison x reader#ringo starr imagine#ringo starr imagines#ringo starr one shot#ringo starr x reader#the bealtes imagines#the bealtes one shots
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Song of the Night:
some history: alright, so, i would just like to say that this is @princessleiaqueen ‘s fault. I asked for her favorite solo beatles song and she picks this. smh (love you anyways, you crazy human).
anyways, this song was on John’s album Imagine and starkly contrast the meaning behind the albums name sake. It is very clearly a scathing jab at Paul with lyrics that directly reference him. the composition began during the court case in which Paul sued to formally dissolve the bealtes as a group. this was to get the beatles out of the hands of their new manager, allen klein.
John went on to say that his agression was deminished towards Paul by the time this song was actually released. but the sentiment still must have held true enough to actually go through with releasing it and damaging his friends image in the process. Regardless of John’s claims, The Rolling Stones critics were not pleased. One wrote that the song was a "really worthy, musically effective numbers" but it was also "horrifying and indefensible" as a song that "lay waste to Paul's character, family and career."
also, i can’t tell if i should laugh or gape at the fact the George played guitar on this song. like, come on guys. please play nice. paul was just trying to help.
in a sad twist, Paul released Dear Friend- a beautiful song that asks for renewed friendship- later in the same year.
#im intoxicated so i hope this reads fine#how do you sleep#imagine#john lennnon#paul maccartney#george harrison#the beatles#ringo starr#song of the night
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hello! i saw you mention in a post that you could give beatles book recommendations all day long, and i was wondering whether you'd share some? i've been wanting to read some more in-depth ones but i want to make sure it's accurate and generally well-done since there's so many places to start.
hey! I will list a few of the ones I like and enjoyed, and will give a brief summary of what it’s mainly about.
The Beatles by Hunter Davies is literally a beginners 101 for the beatles. it’s amazing. I honestly wish it was the first beatles book I read bc it’s so easily written and less confusing than some of the others. the thing about this book is that it revolves more on the personal lives of each beatles instead of the music. so if you’re looking to understand more about their individual lives, then I say this is a good book to start with. but if you’re here for music thoughts then it might not be the best pick. honestly though, anything by hunter Davies is reliable.
The Beatles Lyrics by hunter Davies is the book for people wanting to learn about the music. it picks apart lyrics and give details/information before. davies does a good job on making things understandable. the thing is, if I can remember correctly, it doesn’t focus on all songs. just a few of the main songs. and it is mainly about the lyrics. so if you’re looking for a book about the process or instruments behind the songs, then this isn’t the greatest option. still a good read though, and I enjoyed it a lot.
The Beatles: The Biography by Bob Spitz is a long ass book. and was the first beatles book I read. this book has so much information so much so that it can be quite boring at times lol. but it does make you feel like you’re living the moment with them. this is another book that focuses on the personal lives of the beatles, but it also takes about the songs as well. it’s a little bit harder of a read than hunter davies version (at least from my memory of it). also takes some time at the end to talk about their solo careers/deaths, which the hunter davies book doesn’t really do that.
Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years by Mark Lewisohn is a book that focuses on the first few years of the group. tbh I only read this book one time (mainly bc I knew everything it was stating from reading previous books lol), so my memory on it isn’t great. but I will list it bc others liked it and it’s reliable.
Shout! The Beatles in their Generation by Philip Norman is a good book. there’s no direct input from any beatles, so it’s all just research and testimonies from other people around them at the time. still, it’s a good read and definitely fascinating. I love hearing the stories of other peoples who were surrounded by the beatles aswell.
The Beatles Anthology by The Beatles is as reliable as it gets lmao. though it is a big ass book. like..a big ass motherfucking book. that is a long read. but it has so many details to it. and I bought the dvd set with it, so hearing the audio was a plus. it’s by the beatles themselves and it’s interesting to hear their thoughts on stuff. will take up all the space on your book shelf though lmao.
All the Songs: The Story behind Every Beatles Release by Jean-Michel Guesdon and Philippe Margotin is amazing! I’m rereading it right now actually. it talks about every beatles song ever. even their covers. it lists the process it took in making it, the instruments used, how long it took to record it, etc. it’s a big book, but you hardly even realize it while reading bc it’s so cool. I love it so much. it also has little fun facts at the bottom which I think is super cute lol.
The John Lennon Letters by John Lennon, Hunter Davies is a book that’s more heartwarming than super super informational. I like it a lot. john has always fascinated me. basically it’s just a book complied of letters, photos, postcards, etc of all things from john. it goes into details about some. and if I’m recalling correctly it has some stories from other people in there as well. I like how at the beginning there’s some drawings and stuff from when he was a kid. super sweet.
Imagine John Yoko by Yoko Ono is a book I actually like. it basically only talks about the imagine album. which that’s the reason I like it since that’s my favorite john album. it has new pictures in it and stories from the people who contributed on it. nice quotes from john and just a sweet book for an amazing album. it is by yoko though, so if you don’t like her idk how reliable you’ll take it as.
john by Cynthia Lennon is another good book. it’s been a while since I’ve read it though. it’s basically john’s first wife talking about him. nothing really to do with the bealtes too much but still a good read if you want to learn more about john.
Photograph by Ringo Starr is one I’m listing bc it’s fun to have. it’s just a book of ringo’s photos that he’s taken over the time. it’s a heartwarming thing to look at.
I’m gonna be honest and admit that I haven’t read much about paul, ringo, or george (dont tell him pls, I know I’m a bad stan). it’s been a while since I read a book about a solo beatle. I mainly read books about them as a group. but when I first got into the Beatles, being the psychology major that I was, I wanted to learn more about John and how he acted. so that’s why I have read more books about him as a solo beatle than the others.
here’s just a few to start off with. honestly anything by hunter Davies, Mark Lewisohn, and rob sheffield is reliable in my opinion. I don’t really trust any of the books that focus on Lennon-mccartney just because from my experience they all seem a little biased. but I also haven’t read much of them, I just stick to 4/4 books.
hope this helped some! if you give any of the books a read let me know!
#asks#book recommendations#peripetual#nice asks#the beatles#the beatles books#paul also has a book that he wrote but I couldn't remember the name tbh#but I'm assuming it's good#I'm sorry I just couldn't really get into any other solo book other than john
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Thank you 💖
3. Hippie Bealtes or Teddy Beatles?
Oh god this is a hard one. But I think I’ll have to go for Teddy Beatles because I just love what they looked like pre-Beatles with the teddy boy haircuts 😍
8. Did you like Paul's beard?
YES!! I literally have no words. Mcbeardy=🔥❤️
12. Do you listen to their solo music?
I am in love with all of Paul’s solo music, my favourite albums being McCartney, Ram, Flaming Pie and Tug of War. I listen to John’s as well but I prefer his Rock ‘n’ Roll album and Imagine album because I’m not the biggest fan of Yoko. I only listen to a few of George’s songs because I haven’t explored his albums enough yet. But my favourite song of his is Crackerbox Palace. And Ringo... I have listened to some songs but I haven’t listened to a lot.
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Can I request a ringo x fem reader blurb where reader is a very sensitive girl and one day Ringo gets mad at her for something or he’s in a bad mood and snaps at her and he’s usually so sweet and goofy and stuff so she’s scared, sad and intimidated and starts crying and stuff and he gets all soft and regretful and they make up sweetly???
Here it is! I hope you like it!
It was a busy day at work. Your boss was being very particular. There was so much to do it was making your head spin. But somehow, you got through it. With a sigh, you managed to arrive home. As you commuted back to your shared home, trying to dodge any curious or enthusiastic Beatle fans, you daydreamed about kicking off your shoes and eating a cookie with a nice drink.
A few guards tipped their hats at you as you walked inside, making sure no press people badgered you with questions about your famous boyfriend. As you opened the door, you saw Ringo. He was sitting on the kitchen table reading at a magazine intensely.
“Hello dear, how are you?” you asked sweetly, wrapping your arms around him.
Looking up, his blue eyes looked rather dark.
“Hey Y/N…did you watch the special today?” he asked.
“The what?” you asked, pulling away. You noticed how tired he was. There was a darkness in his face that alerted you something was up.
“The special! We performed on tv and had to commute early-we’ve been practicing forever! They played it this afternoon!”
“Well no, I…I had work. It was busy. So busy…I forgot,” you said softly.
Ringo gave you a look. He did not say anything, but you saw it. His exhaustion. The hours of practice. Trying to keep up with his friends. And a time when you could have seen him shine but you…you didn’t.
Words bubbled out of you.
“Oh Rich I…I’m…I got so busy, I…I’m so sorry…”
“I worked forever for that gig, Y/N! We all did!” he blurted.
“Ritch, I...it was crazy today and I was caught up and I...”
You had been used to a relative. And the words froze out of you at the memory. A person with a stone heart. Any mutters of apologies fell on deaf ears. “Sorry doesn’t cut it!” they would hiss.
You waited for those dreaded four words to come out from Ringo. There was none.
Glancing up, you saw he was crying too.
He nearly fell into your arms. You felt him collapse.
“Oh, Y/N, my darling Y/N…I’m so sorry….”
“You…you did nothing wrong, you were upset!” you insisted.
You feel his hand on your back, pressing you tighter. You bury your face into the crook between his neck and his shoulder. Both of you cry lightly- you feel his hot tears drip down on you.
“I was just exhausted!” he confessed.
“I’m exhausted too!” you added.
He kisses your forehead and you look at him. There is a smile.
“I…I’m sorry I missed an opportunity to see you perform…”
“There will be others. A lot of others,” he comforted. “And I should have remembered your life as well and how…how you get busy too.”
Both of you drank a glass of cold water, recovering from your drying tears and spent the day quietly. Peacefully. Pleasantly.
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Excerpt and transcript of a 30 minutes long interview conducted by Bob Costa, in 1991, in which Paul seems to gladly answer question after question concerning his relationship with his former writing partner, John Lennon. It is a true embarrassment of riches and I simply adore it. More pieces will follow and have been published before.
Note: I apologize if this has already been made available by somebody else on this site, but I’ve never seen it before and we must understand that with almost two decades old material, that is a likely eventuality. Please let me know if you wish for me to take it down.
Q: You’re an ex-Beatle by the time you’re 29, so this extraordinary rush of world wide fame and extraordinary experiences had happened to you and John Lennon as very young men. And ever since that time, people, some with knowledge, some without knowledge, have speculated about the nature of that collaboration, the nature of that relationship. What sense are you able to make of it now?
Paul: Well, you know, I think in life it’s not that easy to analyse your relationships with people. Not just John, I think with anyone, it’s not that easy. And as you say, when fame’s in there, as one of the factors, it can get even more complicated. But I always feel quite lucky havin’ a- I had a great family in Liverpool. I had great parents and I had quite a secure childhood. I never realized at the time, but talking to someone like John later, and hearing about his childhood - where his father left home when he was three, and things like that - boy, I don’t know what I would have done if that had happened to me. So, I- I think that helped me, just to sort things out and to sort relationships out. Just my kind of Liverpool upbringing, cus they were pretty much feet on the ground people, very earthy people from where I came from. If there was any bull going around it gets found out fairly quickly, you know, so I think I’ve got a good antenna for that.
Q: It’s easy to see how these images take hold. Even sitting here talking to you, a man I hadn’t met until half an hour ago, you seem accessible, you’re open. John seemed to have more of an air of danger, and people equate that with an artistic temperament. And so, the easy compartments happen: Paul is the melody maker, John’s the artistic soul of the Beatles. And people forget that, yeah, Paul wrote ‘Yesterday’, and he wrote ‘The Long And Winding Road’, but he also wrote ‘Helter Skelter’ and ‘Why Don’t We Do It In The Road’, you wrote ‘Day Tripper’, you know? How much does it bother you still that people don’t have the full picture?
Paul: It doesn’t really bother me too much, you know. It’s a natural thing that happens, that - I was actually just talking to someone before about that - I think the only way I could get the kind of edge that John had would be to have a different childhood. And I certainly wouldn’t wish for that, you know? John had a really bad time in his childhood, as I was saying, his father left home when he was three, his mother didn’t- his mother lived with someone down the road. He didn’t live with his mother although he idolized her, he lived with his aunt and uncle. And then the uncle died! John started to think he’s got a jinx! Any men he lives with leave, rather suddenly. And I think John was a very frighted person, about that. His first marriage didn’t work out. So he had a lot of pain, you know, inside himself, that I didn’t have. So, I mean, the only alternative for me is to wish for a painful life, which I’m not gonna do, you know? If that’s what I require to be a great artist, then I don’t want to be a great artist.
Q: Maybe then the best situation is not to have to live the life, but to have him there as a sounding board, to have him-
Paul: That was just the great thing. And, you know, you have to remember, me as a sounding board for John.
Q: Sure!
Paul: Cus [pause] that is the thing I say to people: look, if John had thought that I was rubbish - he didn’t suffer fools gladly, I- he wouldn’t have worked with me as long as we did. We wouldn’t have been able to do what we did if we- we enjoyed it! We sat down, we really enjoyed each other’s company. We were really good for each other too! Cus John, as you say, was more the sort of the acid wit, the sort of- I mean, I was writing this song, a song of ‘Sergeant Pepper’ [pause] And John was always great this way! You know, I was writin’ the song, and he’s by the side, he’s got the guitar, I’ve got the piano, I’m going: ‘It’s gettin’ better all the time!’ and he’s going ‘It couldn’t get much worse!’. And you go [gasp] get it down! That’s fantastic, you know! I don’t care what people think, or how they analyze it. I think if John was here now, I don’t think he’d say that he was the only one in the Bealtes or that he was the soul of the Beatles. I think he’d admit that it was a pretty equal affair, really. But [pause] having said that- you know, he was great. I’m more than proud to have worked with someone like him, to- it was a great experience, as you can imagine!
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