Hope you’re all ok <3 I’ll post three new fanfics today. If you enjoy a good romance with George, this is your lucky day! Also, I wrote a new McLennon fanfic. I’m going to open some commissions again, so send me your idea!! See you all later
*you can check my masterlist to see whats comming!*
.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.”
I didn’t forget about the requests! I got a few more (very amazing by the way) these days and they will all be updated on my masterlist by tomorrow. I hope to post at least a few in the next week. Hope you are all well <3
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.
was nobody gonna tell me john wrote i am the walrus, JUST, to fuck with people? just to confuse them? was this common knowledge? if so, WHY DON’T WE TALK ABOUT THIS MORE OFTEN
Scaring the shit out of Ringo Starr by hiding in the bushes was absolutely worth it for all the obvious reasons but it’s also really nice to be able to throw that in boomers faces whenever they think I don’t know shit about classic rock. An old guy will be like “kids your age don’t know shit about the Beatles” and I’ll be like I almost gave one of them a heart attack actually
“John and I were two of the luckiest people in the twentieth century to have found each other. The partnership, the mix, was incredible. We both had submerged qualities that we each saw and knew. I had to be the bastard as well as the nice melodic one and John had to have a warm and loving side for me to stand him all those years. John and I would never have stood each other for that length of time had we been just one-dimensional.”
- Paul McCartney talking about John Lennon in 1997
