lay

⠀⠀⠀ ࣪⠀⠀📷⠀⠀ ׅ　 hi it’s me, lay ⠀⠀ྀི. 18 yrs!!

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀she/her⠀ ﾉ⠀adhd girlie ✙

⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ more abt me!!

https://laymccartney.carrd.co

⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ requests: i would love anything!! but there are exceptions. i will not write anything pertaining to abuse, racism, homophobia, sa, massive age gaps. i might be open to ship fics but, im scared.

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡

!ringo starr x reader

summary: ringo and you end up at a cute date, little do you know your soon to be boyfriend is pretty famous

warnings: fluff / flirting

an: first request!! also sorry it took long literally been busy for my bday!! also im not a big ringo fan so i tried my best to make it believable, i’ll get better! lmk how i did!! sorry for typos, repetitiveness, or lack of desc!!

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𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒

you looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting your sunglasses and short dress. you were going on a date! finally after moping around claiming to never find love, a charming and yet melancholy man with soft blue eyes decided to waltz into your life. richie, you took his name while trying to find some new accessories for you at a store. he had bumped into you while looking at some rings. he apologized profusely, till you told him it was okay and giggled at his kindness. he seemed to be very interested in you so when he asked you out before saying farewell, you took the chance.

you gave him your number as he told you it would be harder for you to contact him. you were have glad to have picked up the phone while at your small apartment in gloomy liverpool to find richie on the other line. which you now knew he actually went by ringo. he just formally introduced himself to look professional he said. you both picked a cozy, small and quiet cafe. ringo had told you he hated crowds, which was understandable but it wasn’t like he was famous, right?

you found yourself at a tiny table in the more back corner of the cafe, waiting for ringo to show up. your head shot up from the barley sipped coffee you ordered and saw a man, assuming it was ringo he was wearing a paperboy hat and sunglasses. you questioned it since it was a bit gloomy out but you had guessed it was a style choice. as soon as he saw you he lit up. “there you are, finally glad to see you again love” he took the seat in front of you.

you smiled back at him “wouldn’t miss it” you both made some small talk and the waitress taking your order seemed a little nervous, she wasn’t like that before but when she saw ringo we became all flustered. you couldn’t help but feel you were missing something. she took his order and jotted down your quick snack she hurried away.

“do people just get nervous around you?” you tilted your head in question. “yeah, actually. quite annoying at times” ringo shook his head disapproving. you both began talking about life, and hobbies, favorite music, fashion, family life. the whole three course meal of questions. this ended up with a playful argument about what instrument to was key to the band. “it’s drums darling”, he crossed his arms. “it’s the guitars, they give melody”, you looked at him, “but the drums are very important” he nodded proud of himself but you shook your head and giggled. you were enjoying yourself, seeing him get flustered over your light flirting, and you doing the same but hiding your smile with your hands. everything was sunshine and daisies till these three teenage girls came in squealing. shouting many things, “ringo! ringo!”, “can you sign my arm!”, “can you sign this picture!”

the girls scrambled over to him shoving things at him while he just smiled and began giving signatures. the girls just gave you quick and nasty looks, like if they were the ones being interrupted from a date. before the girls began to speak after getting their signatures, ringo then told them, “i gave you the bloody signatures, now you can go” he stood his ground very politely you might add while the girls sadly and reluctantly walked away.

you sat there dazzled and confused. “so are you famous?” you looked at him, he sighed and looked at you. “do you know the beatles?” he asked you. you shook your head, “no?” he almost dropped his mouth open in awe of not knowing this beatles group. “well i’m apart of a very famous band, lot of girls come up and ask for photos, and autographs and things like that” you nodded, “i see, do you like being in a band then?” you asked him taking a sip of coffee. “i like it at times without the girls it’s just flying out to cities and being with me mates all the time” he has pondered. you gave him a small smile, “that sounds like fun, you have to introduce me to your band mates then” hinting at another date he was quick to say yes. you sadly parted after since ringo had some meeting to attend, probably that band he was talking about. you wondered what your future relationship would be like when dating a famous beatle but you’d rather experience than wonder.

although you’re cute date was interrupted you knew you wanted another one, specially without screaming girls, and just you and your sweet ringo.

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

!paul mccartney x reader

summary: you and paul cuddle up after a rainy day while on tour

warnings: fluff!

an: first fic, lmk how i did!! sorry for typos, repetitiveness, or lack of desc!!

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𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒

it was raining cats and dogs. which is what you’ve been saying to paul all day, which he was starting to get annoyed of when you both were getting ready for bed.

“raining cats and dogs still?” you asked rhetorically while pulling the hotel bed sheets back.

“yes love. you’ve said that six times today” paul annoyingly states but ended up giving you a cheeky smile. “i mean your right, but there has to be another saying for that” he pondered while slipping under the sheets.

you had gotten into bed as well, turning off the lamp beside you and slipped into the sheets, sneaking your way to lay your head on paul’s chest, still pondering for another saying for the hard raining pounding on the windows.

“i can’t think of anything, angel” paul was stroking your hair. you could feel his chest go up and down with his soft breathing. “think you’ll be able to preform tomorrow, love?” you asked moving your head an inch to look at paul in the darkened hotel room.

“maybe if it clears up, new york is shyte place to preform” he slightly shook his head. you hummed in reply, letting your head rest upon his chest again this time closing your eyes. paul then laid the hand that was stroking your hair onto your waist, holding you.

“i love you ladybug” he whispered, letting his eyes flutter close and succumb to the sleepiness. “i love you too angel” you had softly whispered back. the only noise was the soft breathing of two bodies together and the pitter patter across the closed windows of the hotel room in the grey new york city.