Watching Horror Movies With Them!!

• George

• now listen to me
• this one knows how to have fun
• George organizes a night of terror every halloween
• which involves showing up in costume at your house
• usually as a vampire
• yes, with the cape, fangs and fake blood
• with a bag of candy the size of his head, too
• and the first thing he does is attack you
• “To learn not to invite anyone to your house, young lady”
• then he uses his fangs (so you can become a vampire too, of course ) and reveals a vampire costume made for you!
• with less neckline than his tho
• you spend the night talking with a forced accent
• eating candy and laughing at the trash movies he chose
• until he gets tired of looking at the screen and prefers to watch you
• “I’m tired of the movies, dear. How about I bite your pretty little neck some more?”

• John

• the most scared one (but will never admit it!)
• he’s also the one who loves popcorn the most
• eats candy to disguise that he’s too scared to say anything during the movie
• if you look in John’s direction at any point of he will be wide-eyed
• without blinking
• with the popcorn stopped halfway to his mouth until you ask if he’s okay
• “I’m fine, luve” he says looking like a scared child
• loves the black and white horror movies with silly trash gore scenes tho, it’s the ones he’s most entertained with
• laughs when you hide your face in his chest and always says when you can look at the screen again
• even though he is as scared as you are
• “Can I sleep here tonight, love? So you… y'know, don’t get scared sleeping alone…?”

• Paul

• 100% dont fuck around ghost movies
• 100% loves halloween and wear costumes that match yours!
• love it when the movie is scary enough for you to curl up with him on the couch
• rarely scared of anything but hates bloody scenes
• prefer horror movies with vampires or serial killers
• always ends movie sessions with chocolate all over his face (he doesn’t care much for popcorn)
• and he always asks you to clean up for him “no, luve, with your tongue!”
• jump scare makes him laugh more than they should
• whether from the scene or from you jumping on the couch
• “Such a scare little girl, aren’t we? C'mere love, let me protect you from the monsters.”

• Ringo

• might as well become a film critic
• pays more attention to photography than plot
• don’t stop talking about how perfect the casting was
• completely ignores that the protagonist has just been possessed and praises the soundtrack
• he never says he wants popcorn but he always ends up eating half of yours
• always have an arm around your shoulders and end up having a lot of fun with your reactions ❤
• at the end of the movie he always hides around the house and try to scare you
• and this ends up becoming a game between you two
• until he ends up on the floor under a tickling attack
• only that makes him stop lmao
• only watch horror movies when it’s night and raining
• “I know the possessed neighbor just murdered the priest’s wife but hear me out, dear… they used the wrong song :/”

.How they take care of you when you’re on your period.

.John.

• you’re sure you’ve seen John use two tampons to pretend they were vampire fangs lol
• tries to distract you with weird jokes and writing songs about blood
• but when he sees that you are going through a hard time, he drops the guitar and lies down with you
• says with a huge smile that you can use him as a pillow whenever you want
• one of the things he likes most is just lying down with you
• so being able to take care of you and be under the covers all day is something he loves
• even John’s voice tone is different at these times
• he becomes more serious, more attentive
• and you couldn’t love him more for it <3
• his hand, big and always very warm, caresses your belly all the time
• and he even insists on giving the food in your mouth
• although he needs to imitate an airplane in every spoonful and this can take a few minutes
• “Ye didn’t like my imitation warplane, luve? You’re lucky you’re sick, otherwise I would fight for my honor right now.”

.George.

• think tea solves everything lmao
• started researching more about plants that can help with your pain
• and now grows one of them just for that <3
• knows exactly when your period starts
• and it hurts him more than anything when you’re in pain
• he dramatically carries you around the house while the two of you laugh louder than anything
• likes to shower with you and massage your feet afterwards
• discovered, during research, that sex can help with pain
• and spread it to all the boys lmao
• likes to lie with his head on your belly (with a lot of little kisses)
• since you once said that weight and heat helped you feel better
• snuggles into you at night and whispers against your neck that if you need anything, just call him.
• “I’ll be right here, luve. Hope you can rest well.”

.Paul.

• this one I-
• where do I even begin
• doesn’t leave you alone for a second normally, imagine then when you don’t feel well
• asks every twenty seconds if you feel better
• swears that his kisses are miraculous and that he will cure you
• then proceeds to kiss your belly for five minutes straight
• making you almost cry from smiling so much
• suggests more than once that if you got pregnant, you wouldn’t have to go through this
• and start choosing the names of your children lmao
• makes you your favorite soup and eats with you
• does everything possible to make you happy and comfortable <3
• “Since I’ve already tried kissing your belly, y'know, I think we should try something more… intense, luve.”

.Ringo.

• doesn’t understand much about menstruation
• but do everything possible to make you feel as comfortable as possible
• gives you one new teddy bear a month
• and put his perfume on them, so you don’t feel alone when he needs to go out
• buys chocolate but ends up eating more than you lol
• always joins you in the bath and massages the soap on your back and hips deliciously
• really helps with back pain!
• but when he whispers if you want him to continue
• you are obligated to follow George’s research suggestion lmao
• “I’ll take care of you, dear. For the rest of my life if you want me to.”

BONUS

GEORGE

George opened his eyes, the frames on the walls perfectly reflecting the golden light that flooded the room through the window. He turned around excitedly to see you sleeping peacefully beside him, but to George’s surprise you were already awake.

“Good morning, love” He said, taking a hand to gently slide your skin under the covers. The smile on George’s face began to fade slowly as he looked more closely at your face “What’s the matter, dear?”

You had woken up before the sun this morning. Aroused by the intense pain, your cramps promised a long day of discomfort before the day even began.

“Good morning, my love” You replied, your voice weak from the pain “Nothing’s wrong, no need to worry. It’s just…”

Before you could even finish, George had done the math and understood what the problem was.

“Your little tummy hurts, isn’t it?” He asked, leaning closer to you and placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek.

“It’s the same as always, y'know, it’s no big deal” You stated, perhaps more to yourself than to George.

He could only imagine what you experienced during those periods, but he remembered very well the times he saw you crying in pain, or even the times you needed to be taken to the hospital for more intense medication.

After those times, George started to research, trying to gather as much information that could help you as possible.

“Love” He started to say, getting up from the bed and exposing his bare chest, “I’ll take care of you, alright? You just need to tell me what you need.”

You were secretly terrified of your mood swings affecting George, so you always tried to pull back a little. He would always bring your favorite candy or offer to run you a hot bath. George even began to plant in the garden a flower which, he researched, the tea could help with period pain. Basically, he deserved the world and you barely felt in those moments that you could return all that love.

“Georgie, I’m gonna be…” You started to say, when you felt your whole body writhe with a new wave of pain. George quickly moved to your side, bringing his hands gently to your stomach in an attempt to warm the spot. His face rested against your neck, whispering that he was right there and that he loved you.

When the new wave of pain wore off, George kissed your cheek more times than you could count, and promised he would take care of you instead of going to the studio with the guys.

Before you could even protest, he left the room announcing that he was going to prepare your special tea and bring more medicine and blankets.

“You just lie right there, and I’ll be back so we can lie together for the rest of the day” He announced from the doorway, smiling at the thought that he could spend the day by your side.

A few minutes later, through the window, you could see George picking the flower in the garden with a big smile on his face, excited to be able to help the love of his life.

PAUL

“Are ye feelin’ better?”

Paul’s voice conveyed the worry that had gripped him minutes ago when you announced that you couldn’t go with him to the studio tonight.

He was in bed, still wearing the black jacket and blue shirt he’d set aside for rehearsal, and your head rested against his lap. Taking turns caressing your face and stroking your hair, Paul had asked you more than seven times if you’d felt better in the past five minutes.

“Not yet, Paulie. I doubt I’ll feel any better today” You replied, already feeling exhausted “Until my period really comes I’m doomed to cramps.”

Paul gave a sad smile and took one of his hands to caress your stomach gently, knowing that your cramps could often be quite cruel.

“I’ll stay here with you, then” He announced, unable to tear his eyes away from the patch of skin on your stomach that his fingers had discovered “If you can’t go, I can’t go.”

“Paul, you can’t…” You tried to smile but felt a new contraction approaching. Seeing your eyes slam shut, he quickly climbed off the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor, his mouth just inches from your face.

“I’ll take care of you, love” Paul whispered as you felt the spasms of pain approaching “I’m going to get that new medicine now and there’s nothing you can say that will make me leave you alone.”

With a leap, he left the room. He returned a few minutes later, when the spasms had passed, with medicine and a glass of water.

He came back without his jacket or the blue shirt. The shoes, you knew, must have been thrown somewhere in the living room.

“Oh… I think dat just healed me” You joked, noticing Paul’s exposed shoulders and belly.

He gave a loud, genuine laugh, the kind that would light up any room “Wait till I tell you what George told me, luve.”

You made a questioning expression as you swallowed the medicine and Paul jumped on the bed again, this time pressing on your feet and giving small kisses to your legs.

You saw that he tried not to be distracted by the glow that his kisses aroused in your eyes, but Paul’s lips curved more and more in a smile as he approached your thighs.

“Apparently” He continued, in the most seductive voice in the world “Sex is great for cramps, dear.”

Queen/BoRhap writing prompts!

These can be used for any fandom but I had both Queenandthe Beatles in mind while writing these. This is my first time doing this but I figured if I’m not going to write a fic why not help others out! I hope these aren’t crappy, oops.

1. “Why are your lips so god damn soft”

2. “You’re such a tease”

3. “You’re hot when you’re mad”

4. “Stop blushing so much people are gonna start wondering”

5. “What if (band members/persons name) walks in”

6. “Turn on the lights I want to see your face”

7. “Why would he write a song about me”

8. “It’ll be our little secret”

9. “Tell me how does one dance so badly”

10. “Cause I love you.” “Yah?” “Yah yah.” [that was so bad and cheesy]

11. “We are at an important dinner we can’t just leave”

12. “I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare”

13. “Pinky promise”

14. “You have horrible taste in music”

15. “Shirts have buttons for a reason”

16. “Take a picture it’ll last longer”

17 “If I’m that bad then come teach me”

18. “That skirt’s awfully short”

19. “Quiet down someone is going to hear us”

20. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute”

-I’ll be making more of these for sure but this was my first time making a prompt list and I don’t really know if I did it right but eh. Also sorry that they’re bad I’m just not that creative, oof. (sorry that it’s so short I’ll try and make some longers lists but for my first one this should be good-ish)

With A Little Luck

• Words - 1,169 (hehe)
• Paul McCartney x Reader
• Absolute fluff. Pretty much candyfloss at this point.

Yet again I’m hitting out with something that I wrote in my notes and never read over so uhhh, enjoy and ignore the mistakes. Or point them out to me and I’ll fix them. Who knows. All I know is that I’m lazy, anyways, enjoy. And s/o to @mcrvellouslystcrk who asked me to tag them in Paul fics so I wrote a Paul fic. Peace nd Love nd all that

Whether it be immense glamour or relaxed slobbery, He would be hard pressed to find fault in you, he thought to himself

Naturally, he adored it when you were dolled up. Stood in a tight gown; silk fabric hugging your skin, face illuminated by the flashes of cameras, of course none brighter than your smile.

Or in one of his t shirts, legs bare and spots scattered across your face like constellations in the night sky. When he was lucky enough to see you like this, it was usually with Martha curled by your side, her head in your lap as you read contentedly. When he would try and lean in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, Martha would bark grumpily at the disturbance, and Paul would pout.

‘She’s my dog!’

‘Not anymore.’ You would laugh, as your hand came down to ruffle her fur.

Despite his exclusion, He always warmed up from head to toe when he saw his girls together.

But even better - when you wore nothing. Your sweaty body underneath his, pupils blown and mouth slightly open, making the sweetest sounds, your soft hands tightly gripping him as he found the deepest spot inside you.

Perhaps that was his favourite, because it was reserved for only him.

He was selfish like that, when it came to you. Like a toddler with their toys. He was extremely unwilling to share you, which became a running joke when you visited the studio. George would make sure to greet you first with a smile and a nice long hug - just long enough to rile Paul up. Then it was Ringo’s turn, who made sure to take his time asking how you were and sharing stories of his own. At this point, Paul could usually take no more and had dragged you into his lap, arms wrapped tight around your torso and head nestled into your back. It was from this position John usually spoke to you, about books, music, Julian, all the while ignoring the whiney McCartney behind you. John was a talented man, musically, intellectually and especially when it came to ignoring Paul.

Things had been tense in the studio lately. Creatively, the four were starting to disagree, to differentiate, to pursue new styles. Although there had been no real trouble, the power dynamic was shifting, the drugs were causing arguments, and the pressure of the new film was mounting. Paul found himself more stressed than ever, and at the end of the day. John, George and Ringo all had wives to go home to. Families. Which is what he longed for really.

It was John that inspired him. You’d not long left, leaving them to work out the kinks on one of Paul’s songs, a pleasant little piece about their hometown. You’d brought sandwiches for them all, and though he appreciated the gesture, Paul had no appetite. He waited for you to leave before he threw his over to George, who began to eat them without hesitation. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. His other musical half was squinting at him (probably because he’d forgotten his glasses) with a smirk.

‘Would you quit moping Macca. We’re all getting fed up with all that pretty pouting of yours.’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Paul replied haughtily, nose in the air as he carried on aimlessly pressing the keys of his piano.

‘Oh I think you do mate, Come on. Put on your big boy pants and make ‘er a McCartney’

Paul began to sputter ‘I…you…ah…I do-‘

John crumbled into laughter, as did the other two, as if they were all in on a joke at Paul’s expense.

Once he had regained composure, Paul began to seriously consider Johns words. He didn’t often pay much attention to John’s advice, After all, he spent more time cleaning up Johns messes than anyone else on this world, but this time… maybe… just maybe he had a point. That afternoon, he left early to go and buy a ring.

He wrestled with himself on how to do it.

A romantic dinner? A spontaneous trip abroad? He pushed the key in the door as he mused over and over.

‘You’re home early?’ You smiled, jumping into the hallway. Your face was red, and the house was unusually warm. Specks of flour dusted your hair and there was a dusting of sugar on your lips. A record crackled in the background and he could hear the pater ring of Martha’s paws in the kitchen.

‘Had to pick something up. You look like you’ve been busy,’ He remarked, ruffling the flour out of your hair.

Your cheeks reddened even more, this time with embarrassment.

‘Oh well, eh, you see. I was sorting through the bookshelf and I sort of found a recipe book, and well I looked in it and it was your mums and I was flicking through it and on one of the pages it said Paul’s favourite and so I thought…’ You looked up at him with big eyes and his heart swelled. The ring began to feel like a dead weight in his pocket and he broke out into the grin of his life.

You were unreal. So effortlessly kind and beautiful, he didn’t think a person as wonderful as you could even exist, let alone, love him. And the fact you were nervous about doing the kindest thing anyone had ever done for him made you even more endearing.

You were still staring, trying to gage his reaction and he stepped towards you, closing the gap and holding your face between his hands. He leaned in, softly looking down at you through his long lashes.

‘Marry me.’

‘Wha-‘ he interrupted you with a kiss, firm and passionate, as if it were the last kiss you two would ever share. He needed you to know how sincerely he felt.

‘Please. Be the next Mrs McCartney.’

You were speechless.

‘I… Of course! Of course I will!’ You stepped up to kiss him, and he removed one of his hands to reach down and fumble in his pocket, pulling out the little box.

You broke apart and he dropped to his knees.

‘Mum would’ve loved you,’ he smiled, though his throat was tight and he was at risk of letting a tear or two slip out. ‘Not as much as I love you. And now I promise I always will.’

He slid the ring onto your finger, an emerald encased in diamonds supported by an elegant silver band. You stood still, overwhelmed. Surely life couldn’t be this good? The pair of you were stood, smiling goofily at one another, hands intertwined.

As you stared at the Beatle, arguably the most sought after man in the world, you thought to yourself, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

As he stared at you, the most beautiful person he had ever had the privilege to know, he thought to himself, I’m the luckiest man in the world.

Crying, Waiting, Floating

• Words - 740
• John Lennon x Reader
• Kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Woooo! She’s finally updated!! Just a little something. I’ve been meaning to write for a while but tonight I got really sad and I’m not in the best situation so obvs had to imagine my fave bug boy was there for me. Have literally finished writing this two minutes ago and I haven’t checked over it so if they’re any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors then I guess you’re just gonna have to sue me

Life was still. It was as if you were floating in the middle of a lake, the calm waters surrounding you as you bobbed aimlessly wondering where the water would take you.

Only you knew, deep down, the water wasn’t going to take you anywhere. You knew the only person that could take you anywhere was you. Only right now, that seemed to be the impossible task. You couldn’t rely on the gentle waves to carry you steadily, you had to flip over and start swimming for your life.

Your little flat was blanketed in darkness, a candle flickered dimly on your bedside table, nearing the end of its wick. Though you were wrapped in blankets, you were far from warm. You were wide awake, concentrating on the plain landscape of your ceiling, unsure as to what you were trying to find.

A purpose perhaps? You sighed defeated my. You rubbed your face, steadily succumbing to the hollow feeling inside you, accepting sleep may not be on the cards this evening. You longed for something, but couldn’t place what that something was.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you couldn’t hear the gentle click of a key in the lock, nor the way it scraped against the carpet as it was pushed open.

It wasn’t till the door to your bedroom was opened that you realised you weren’t alone. A stream of light from the hall broke the darkness, and the shadowy figure of a head popped through.

Though you couldn’t make out their features, the silhouette of that aqualine nose and the shaggy mop top was a dead give away.

‘Had me worried birdie, not heard from you in days’

His voice was hoarse, tired from hours of singing and harmonising, and scratched from the many cigarettes you knew he would’ve smoked throughout the day.

Nevertheless, He felt like an anchor.

“‘m sorry. Never realised’ you turned your head to look at him, hoping he could see the apology in your eyes.

‘No need to apologise. I just, I just missed you I suppose.’ He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. You smiled.

Softly, he made his way over, careful to discard of his shoes at the doorway, and slowly shedding his clothes as he approached you. Though this moment was exceedingly intimate, there was nothing remotely erotic about it. You could feel yourself warm at his words.

This is love, you mused.

You moved over as he slipped into the bed, an arm reaching for you, desperate, and you complied, shuffling so close to him you couldn’t fit a needle between you.

‘Missed you too.’ You whispered, looking up at him, delicately tracing his jaw with your finger.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your nose.

‘I know you haven’t been alright lately’ he began, and as you were about to protest, he silenced you with a kiss.

‘But that’s ok. You don’t have to be. I’m here.

Always.’

‘I just don’t want to drag you down with me John,’ you said, focusing all your strength into not letting your voice crack.

To this, he pulled you even closer to him.

‘For such a clever little thing, you say the silliest stuff. Who is the only person who holds me on my darkest days? I have to do the same for you. No question about it. It’s only love,’ and to that he broke into an eager grin, trying to coax one out of you.

And it worked. Of course it worked. It always did. He had this unnatural way of wrapping you up and kissing everything better. Perhaps you didn’t have to swim, and perhaps you didn’t have to drown. Perhaps, if you had John by your side, you were happy to drift. To let the water carry you as you held the man who kept you afloat.

‘I love you’ you whispered, the room heavy with sincerity. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses.

‘I wrote a song about you today’

You hummed with interest. ‘Really?’ You asked, muffled by your closeness to him.

‘Well, the chorus needs a bit of work, but the bridge sort of goes I love you, I love you, I love youuu, that’s all I have to say. And if I fin-’

‘Shut up you sap Paul wrote that,’ you laughed.

‘Well,’ he hummed, ‘guess I’ll have to write you an even better one’

Nearly 50 notes on Starry Eyed I am in shock!! This means so much to me rn, it’s been a tough few weeks and I’m in a really bad place at the moment.

I hope to get back to writing soon - I want to prove to you all I can do it and do it well, this has been the pick me up I needed

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