#paul mccartney x yn

The Snow Can Wait

just a cute little scene with reader and Paulie

GN!Reader x Paul McCartney

You woke up in the middle of the night, the dimness of the room was broken only by the light of cars slowly passing by the street. Only a few seconds after your eyes adjusted to the dark, you noticed that the other half of the bed was occupied only by Paul’s abandoned blanket.

The white blanket slid easily over your body as you got up to see that the clock indicate just past three in the morning.

You walked to the door, silently thanking the soft rug that shielded your feet from the cold floor, thinking you’d probably find Paul sitting in the living room chair with the bass in hand (or, even more often, he’d be sleeping with the bass about to fall out on the floor).

A flight of stairs later, you saw the figure of Paul standing against the living room window, and you didn’t have to look twice to understand the real reason he was there.

The room had a bluish hue, the white walls perfectly reflecting the light coming in through the window. Paul was wrapped in his favorite green robe, his still-perfect hair didn’t even seem to belong to someone who hadn’t even started the day.

The pine tree, decorated with appreciation by Paulie and you a few days earlier, filled your nostrils with its signature scent even before it was visible in the dark.

“So… she shows up and that’s enough for you to leave me alone in bed, huh?” You announced your presence, feeling the cold air from the larger room finally hit you.

Paul didn’t even seem startled, almost as if he knew you’d find him there. You walked towards him slowly and heard the low sound of his laughter before he extended his arms, an invitation to join him at the window.

“Didn’t want to wake you up, luve” Paul whispered. The world always seems so silent at three in the morning that it felt wrong to speak too loudly “You were sleeping like a baby squirrel when I got up, it would be a crime.”

He draped one of his arms gently over your shoulder, placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek. Paul was smiling serenely, reluctant to share his attention at that moment with anything other than the window and you.

“Baby squirrel, you say” You wondered, putting your arm around his waist and snuggling into Paul’s warm embrace “I think it’s just a selfish excuse to not share the snow with me.”

White flakes filled every stretch of the view. The streets gleamed as if dotted with tiny diamonds and the trees that had been bare at dusk, now carried a thick, fuzzy layer of ice that resembled ice cream balls more than anything else.

The Christmas decorations of the neighboring houses tried their best to fight a battle against the white that threatened to sink all colors, but it wasn’t looking at all favorable.

Paul’s eyes traveled lazily across the length of the window, getting distracted only to place one more kiss against your hair.

“I woke up and it was all white already. I came running like it was Christmas morning” He said, gently patting your shoulder.

On your first winter with Paul, all those years ago, you discovered that one of the things he loves most is the silent nights where everything turns to snow and the world seems to exist with unshakable peace.

“I should have guessed” You whispered, following Paul’s eyes to a nearby branch that gave way under the weight of the snow “It’s the only way to get you out of bed when it’s cold.”

“The snow can’t wait, my dear” He chuckled, warming the room a little more for a few seconds.

You love a lot of things about Paul, that’s for sure. The way he makes sure not to wear matching socks, the way he likes to carry your shampoo on trips (just to remember the smell of your hair), his voice when he just woke up or the way he always manages to have a few more minutes in bed with you every morning. It is his laugh, tho, that can make all the butterflies in your stomach flutter like you were a field of flowers on a sunny day.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked, his eyes still traveling the view like he was getting the first glimpse through the window.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful” You said, staring at the smile that danced on the lips of the man you loved “The snow is pretty cute, too.”

Paul laughed louder this time, putting himself in front of you. He gently stroked your face and moved closer, his beautiful eyes flashing in your direction and his hands pinned to your waist, looking deep into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, my dear” He whispered at last, before sealing his lips to yours for a long moment, so hot you didn’t even care for the cold fingers that threatened to run across the skin beneath your sweater.

“Christmas is… is still two weeks away, Paulie love” You replied confused, unable to ignore the desire that formed on your lips from his kiss.

“Well, it looks like I already have my present anyway, doesn’t it?” He whispered, pulling your face against his and finally deciding that the snow could wait.

It was time to go back to bed.