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Yayy thank you sm I’m so honored to be a fave Beatle writer of urs!! And I hate that ur feeling insecure and so I hope my fic helps <3

“Please love yourself, love.”

George x chubby! Reader

Summary- Insecurity has been plaguing your mind as of recent, your husband George has taken note of this as well. But it’s something he really adores about you.

Third person POV (divider credit to @uzmacchiato)

As morn broke through the windows of the bedroom shared by you and George, you were nowhere to be found. Instead of laid peacefully in the plush bed and snuggled against George..you were in the bathroom. Your shirt was lifted up to your chest and stood to the side peering into the mirror. You looked at the reflection with a sour expression as terrible thoughts ran through your hazy mind. It’s hard to admit but the first thing you thought of this morning was to march straight to the bathroom to look at what you saw in the reflection.

The desire didn’t come from a place of vanity, no it was a deep distaste that the need derived from. Feeling like this towards yourself was not healthy at all and you knew this but the insatiable urge was too much to resist. Like an unbreakable addiction. But despite your frequent actions you hid this feeling from George. He’s a very caring man who tends to your every need and ask, to him your feelings were his top concern. If you’re sad, he’s sad, etc. Then again…he’s a man. He can’t understand insecurities like weight and such!

“Hun, what are you doing?” His groggy voice send you quickly pulling down your shirt. There he stood in the doorway, leaning up against it. “It’s nothing!” Quickly you replied walking to him with arms wide open. George’s embrace sent away the previous thoughts. He pulled away and persisted, “No, really, what were you doing with your shirt up? I’m just a little confused that’s all.” Blood quickly spread to your face and a feeling of heat rose up. Hiding your face you replied, “Really, it’s nothing George..” Deep inside you wanted to confess but.. but it’s hard to be this vulnerable. Even to your husband.

George took your hand in his and held it sincerely. His free hand found your jaw and gently lifted it to look deep into your eyes. He spoke softly, “Love..” a breath later “Love, please tell me what’s wrong? I can help you with anything y’know.” Tears blurred your vision and slowly trickled down your face, torn with despair. “It’s..just-“ you broke down more and in turn George held you closer to him. Heart pounding. Then, the dam broke. “I just feel…so terrible in my body. I can’t even explain why or how..it’s just i feel so insecure about myself right now. I’m sorry I’ve withheld this from you, my love. It’s just I didn’t know what you would say about…this.”

That was all that was said before you began to cry softly into George’s shoulder. He shushed you and rubbed your back until you felt comfortable enough to speak again. Until then he took the reins on talking. “Hey..listen to me. I know it’s hard to feel this way about yourself but I need you to know something. One thing I’ve always loved about you is your body, not in an entirely lustful way of course, but just your curves! I think they are more beautiful than anything in this world, no one can tell me otherwise.” George’s words ment to much to you, maybe he understood after all. He continued since you still didn’t talk yet.

“Also to add onto, those super skinny models you see on the magazines and T.V, they are seriously sick. They deprive themselves of one of the greatest things about living; food. And I’m so thankful you aren’t like that! Girls like that should never be a beauty standard..” He was really getting into this now. “Y/n, you are perfect in every way. I pray that you will see yourself through my eyes. And..I just love you so much, please don’t think about yourself like that.” You dried the tears and hugged George tighter.

Finally you spoke up, “Thank you..I will try to think kinder about myself. I love you so much George.” You kissed him and he smiled into the kiss. “No, thank you for listening to me. If you need somebody to talk to about this again, please let it be me.” Seriously he spoke. You nodded and laid your head back onto his chest.

I don’t wanna go in depth but

John: He would hide it well but in the off chance that you find out he would deny like there’s no tomorrow

Paul: In the spur of the moment he definitely would but the guilt would eat him alive

George: Would. And he would be concerningly nonchalant about it, like “yeah, what of it?”

okay guys i swear the come back of the century is ON. I’m now out of school and it’s now my summer break it’s time to lock in I’ve neglected yall for too long 💔 (let’s see if I can remember how to write a proper fic 🤞)

~Beatles hcs~

Yan! Beatles x reader

Summary- (Continuing the last yan Beatles thing btw) After all the pinning and longing after the boys each decide it’s time to let their feelings out.

John: In his mind, the best time to confess was after a few months of letting his love fester. He was afraid if he had told you too soon you would have been freaked out or it would ruin all his hard efforts. This day in particular was a beautiful sunny day, the sun was beaming from above as the two of you sat outside at a cafe. You were especially dolled up and John made a sure effort to look rather handsome. You had noticed John was a bit sweaty and was averting his eyes from you every chance he got. Assuming it was just because of the sun you let it go. John took in a deep breath and finally let his feelings out. “Y/N, I’ve thought about this moment many, many times before. Would you like to be my significant other?” It was out. To be honesty you’ve liked John for a while as well and so the answer was clear. “Yes, I would love that John.” You said taking his hand in yours.

Paul: He is no stranger to using his charming personality to woo you, simple as that. You’ve found yourself falling for him way too early, just the thought of him sends you reeling almost. The same can definitely be said for Paul. The day Paul confessed was when he was visiting you for tea in your flat. It was late into the evening just before the streetlights flicked on. Paul was sitting across from you at your little dining table, two cups of piping hot tea sat in between the two of you. But the steam rising couldn’t hide Paul’s smitten gaze. After a few more sips of the tea and casual conversation Paul directed the conversation, “Tell me Y/N, how would you feel about dating a man who also is in a band? Hypothetically of course..!” You could almost see right through the question but you played along. “Oh…I wouldn’t really know what to think of that, Paul. I think it would work out well.” You gave him a knowing look of ‘I know you’re asking me out.’ Paul smiled and leaned across the table to peck your cheek with a proud hum.

George: Thankfully he’s learned how to be a little less creepy, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Admittedly he still watches for when you leave the house and when you go to bed through his window. George has put himself out there recently and offered to walk with you and chat. Being the nice person you are, you happily accepted the company. This routine has been what it was for the few months you’ve lived in your apartment across from George. This one day in particular George had intent in his heart, he was going to confess to you. You’ve grown fond of him and even considered him quite handsome so he had his hopes. It was a rainy day and you had hoped he would see you outside with no umbrella and come running with one. He did exactly that, rushing over he held the umbrella over you. “Why, what were you thinking going out with weather like this?” George said panicked. You laughed and just grabbed onto his arm and started to walk with a smile. His heart jumped and he melted into the touch. After a few blocks George stopped and looked down at you. The humidity somehow made your eyes glimmer and glisten. A blush creeped up his cheeks, looking away George spoke. “My apologies if this is unexpected but, Y/N..would you like to date me?” The silence that followed was interrupted by the patter of rain on the stone roads. Until, “Of course George! I’d love to..” you giggled

Ringo: He had to wait the longest until he could see you again. But one faithful day he received a letter that gave him hope and light again in his life. He missed you greatly for all this time and that letter was good news! A month or two ago Ringo had sent you some money to get a plane ticket to come see him and he was beginning to worry it never arrived. In the letter you said you were coming to London to see him! Since all the tours for that year were over the boys were just in London to figure things out in the studio. The day you landed he wasn’t allowed to be at the airport incase of a riot of fangirls. But once he heard the door knock he bolted to let you in. Ringo greeted you with a grand hug, picking you up and spinning around. After a while of visiting, it was just you and Ringo alone. Siting right next to him on the couch you two talked and enjoyed each other company. Ringo looked at you and began to talk, “Y/N, I know it will be getting some used to but..what do you think about living here with me? We can finally be together and have a happy life, like we’ve always talked about.” It took some time to think it out but in the end you agreed and shared a kiss with Ringo.

(Whereas John is more physically intimidating and you could make people believe that yan!george is creepy(sorry george))

Thank you!

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omg thank youuu and that’s amazing I really appreciate the binging lol! But I won’t do the smut portion despite it being subtle I don’t feel comfortable doing that but dw I will implement the reader being more dominant but in other ways lol <3 (also I wrote it as she/her for the reader) (and another note is that this is sorta an au were the Beatles didn’t release any music solo after the 80s and John’s alive too they just own their own music company ig)

“Permanent secretary!”

Paul x fem! reader

Summary- Despite being the new lackey for Mr. McCartney he soon learns you’ll be the one running the show! He dosent mind it as much as he thought he would..

Paul’s POV

‘Surely she’ll be knockin’ soon enough..’ I thought, fixing my hair in anticipation. Sitting at my desk watching the door. I had hired this new secretary recently, last week in fact, due to the fact that my latest one apparently got offered a better job! He was a good man.. Anyways this new girl is said to be intelligent, quick, and very helpful. Atleast according to her resume, I sure hope she was honest. Still, I sit in wait.

The clock ticks overhead and it’s seriously giving me a tough time trying to think.. 8:10 it said. I let out a loud sigh and slouched in my chair, hearing the faux leather squeak beneath me. ‘Man, I should buy a real leather chair…’ My mind wandered, it wanders to many memories and thoughts that writhed within my brain. I began to wonder how much a genuine leather chair would cost me, without a doubt my wage would cover but do I really need one? I mean this one works just fine, it gets the job done. But in the other hand..-

I jolted out of my spiral to my awaited knocking. I said a stern, “Come in.” Trying my best to seem serious and calm, not like it was just in deep thought about chairs. The woman in front of me was wearing business casual, per my dress code, she already had papers and items stuffed between her folded arms, and she didn’t seem too nervous. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. McCartney.” She beat me to the introductory speech, usually the newbies are too shaken to even look me in the eye. Not this one.

“I can say the same, Miss. Y/N. Here, take a seat here.” I said gesturing to the empty seat before my desk. But I swear I blinked and she was in the chair before I even finished my statement, admittedly I was a bit baffled but nevertheless I continued. “As you know you’ll be taking the position as my secretary. Now, I can assume you know all about the tasks at hand, correct?” I had my hands placed palms down to the desk top to give off a sense of approachability. She nodded and added. “Yes I do, and I’m looking forward to this endeavor!”

“Heh, yes…speaking of that I don’t really have anything to big at the moment but what you can do it get yourself settled out front, you saw right..your desk?” She replied a “Yes.” So I carried on. “Then once you’re done with that, check my schedule and report back to me, then I’ll most definitely have something you can do.” I finished and she quickly gave out a, “Yes sir.” And walked out.

The door clicked closed and I let out a sigh of relief, I unclenched my jaw and turned to gaze outside my top story window. I saw birds in the distance fly by and watched clouds, like a snail, move ever so slowly across the horizon. I heard the girl talking to herself and the thump of her papers on the desk. If she talked to herself the whole time working here then..we would be two of the same. In all honesty I didn’t know what to assign her! I just made that up to get her out of my office, she was making me nervous. As we spoke I could feel my face getting warm and my palms beginning to sweat. A strange feeling was starting to arise..

After a bit I heard a soft knock at my door, I prepared for another flustering interaction. “Come in.” I called out like before. She entered immediately beginning to talk, not even giving me a chance to. “Mr. McCartney your schedule is free until 3:30, you have a briefe meeting with a Mr. Harrison, Mr. Lennon, and Mr. Starkey.” Ah yes my three dear friends and business partners. But wow, it’s only 9:45! I have a full day of nothing, really! Should I try to talk further with her? “Thank you very much, Ms. Y/N.” I thought about it for a very awkward moment of silence. “..Care to chat? It’s okay if you have something else to attend to but it would be nice-“ “I’d love to.” She cut me off. How riveting, my heart was racing when she sat down before me. Her hair was perfect, very healthy, which was a weird thing to notice in particular but it just looked well taken care of.

“What would you like to talk about Boss?” Her voice was clear and broke the silence, usually newbies mutter their words to me out of scarcity. I stumbled, “W-well..tell me about y-ourself!” I put on a nervous smile and the collar of my button down began to strangle me. She smiled at my nervousness it seemed and calmly spoke.

I couldn’t really tell what she was saying because the way her voice smoothly trailed off about her life before coming to London was just so incredible. I wanted to hear her talk forever, have her as my alarm in the morning and as my lullaby at night. It wasn’t until she asked me a question I snapped out of it. “What was that, dear?” I could feel my forehead perspire from the boldness of the name. “I said, what was your life like before..” she gestured around my office. “..all this?” I coughed and wiped the sweat of my head. God this room gets hot. “Well y’know I did music before I did music management, big surprise I know, but that’s about it!”

She hummed in response then did the unthinkable. She sat up and put her hands on my desk, leaning over to me. Oh my god, I thought. My eyes as wide as saucers and hers slightly thinner. “Listen, I know your by boss and all but…I can’t help but have the feeling you..feel.. something for me.” She was onto me! Her voice dark and demanding now accompanied by her expression of sternness. I darted around trying to think of something but nothing would come out. I had to tell her the truth.. “Uhm..yes. And if you don’t want something like that, that’s okay.”

But instead of leaving or looking in disgust she just stayed there, leaned over me. A smile creeped up on her lips. “I knew it. And that’s okay, I feel the same way about you. Boss.” What. I was either severely drunk or deaf one but she said she liked me too?! I have to play this cool. “Please, call me Paul.” I took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips to kiss. “Okay, Paul..” she said

it dosent sound corny I think it’s cute!!

“No need to cry, hun.”

George x wife! Reader

Summary- Latley you’ve been very sensitive about little things, this day in particular you’ve been holding in all your tears but something causes the dam to break.

(Third person POV)

Marching through the hallway back to your bedroom, carrying a whole tub of ice cream with the shock of coldness persisting on your palms and finger pads. But then you trip on a stray shoe with no pair and drop the ice cream face-down. The creamy goodness and refreshing flavor all ruined, tainted with speckles of dust and tracked in dirt from a boot. The sight broke something in you, such a sweet thing now ruined!

Without any thought your face contorted into a large frown and tears began to pour down your face twisted in sadness. A small whimper was let out and then a large cry which alerted your husband to your side. “It’s okay, we can get another ice cream.” George told but that didn’t stop the tears. “I wanted ice cream now!” You tried to pick up the fallen treat but it since thawed out a bit more and when you picked up the tub the rest of the ice cream fell out with a plop.

Tears trickled down more quickly after and George hugged you even quicker. More whimpered escaped and they were shushed with tender consideration. “Listen it will be okay, here, why don’t we go get some ice cream from the creamery down the road? You’d want to do that?” Your eyes still glimmered with tears but you nodded happily. You held onto George’s arm until he had to get something to clean up the now fully melted ice cream. “See there’s no need to cry, hun.” He kindly said with a kiss.

yess a Ringo request it’s been so long 💔😭

“Sweetie.”

Ringo x Reader

Summary- A favorite past time of yours and ringos is baking! Especially after their last album he’s been so stressed.

Third person POV

It was a chill February day, only 12:15 pm. Drafts of wind shook the window panes and filled the house with a cold front. “Shew! It’s mighty cold isn’t it?” Ringo said looking over from his side of the couch, still in his morning robe. “You’re telling me!” You joked bundled up in a pile of blankets busy reading a book. You two shivered fora moment longer then Ringo sprung into action. “Let’s make something, love.” He enticed you with his hand drawn outstretched. Taking it you also jumped up then walked into the kitchen. It was quant but homely, many times the both of you have spent time baking, cooking, cleaning together. It’s a fun hobby of yours to bake. It’s a nice air freshener too if the whole house smells like warm cookies! Ringo searched the cabinets above the stove. “What to make, what to make..” he pondered. He emerged with a box of cake mix, a recipe for cookies, a few pie pre-made pie crusts, and a thing or two of pudding mix. An odd arrangement of food to salvage together. “How’s about some cookies?” You said. “Eh I don’t know..not in the mood.” Ringo replied thinking intently.

Then it dawned upon you, “What if we just mix all this together?” Smiling like an evil genius, triumphant in your discovery. Ringo pondered what the outcome might be, then he nodded his head yes and said. “Let’s do it!” So you two grabbed whatever else was needed for cookies and a proper filling for the pie crust and got to work.

An hour or two later the timer dinged and sent Ringo rushing into the kitchen to get it out. The scent of the mix-matched elements making a strangle sweet combination. With an oven mit Ringo carefully pulled out the cooked..thing and placed it on a cooling rack. It was beautiful. A pie of chocolate chip cookie on the bottom, vanilla cake on top, then once cooled a layer of chocolate pudding with meringue to top it off.

With two tall glasses of ice cold milk, you two marched back into the living room with your concoction desert in hand. Taking the first bite was like a dream, a warm hug even, a kiss of chocolate bliss. It was divine despite its Frankenstein esque origin.

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