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omggg, I was wondering where you've gone 🥹 Get well angel!

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thank you sm doll !! hopefully i will be back soon <3

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hey doves !! im so sorry for not posting in so long 💔 my mental health has been so bad and i find writing kinda hard rn :( its like a super bad writers block and i want to write things that you will enjoy !! promise i will get back to your super cute requests soon. thank you for your patience <3

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just discovered your account and im in love, can’t wait to read about paul 🥹

ahh thank you so much! i will be cooking up a few paul fics soon dw !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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OMGGGG HI!! ITS MEEEE 🌸 ANON AND OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH 🥹🥹 trust me I will reread it over and over whenever I can 🎀

HII !! im so glad you liked it angel 🫶🏻 don’t be shy about asking for requests!

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Can you do boys x African reader hcs. I'm African with very dark skin and I'm being ruthlessly bullied in school rn 😭🙏🏿🙏🏿

of course dolly! im so sorry you're going through that at school you do not deserve any of that nasty treatment. you're very beautiful no matter your skin colour. hope you enjoy this stunner! <3 (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶)

The boys with s/o with dark skin.

john♡:

constantly tells you your skin is “like the richest canvas” for clothing, bold colours and metallics pop beautifully on you, and he’s obsessed with it.

loves taking candid photos of you because he swears you look like art without even trying.

tries to write songs comparing your skin to things like midnight, coffee, or rich velvet — sometimes it’s romantic, sometimes it’s hilariously over-the-top.

likes when you wear bold lipstick shades because he loves the contrast.

paul ♡:

always compliments your skin’s glow in every season, swears you look sun-kissed even in the middle of winter.

very respectful about learning any cultural traditions you share with him, especially around food, music, or family.

keeps mentioning how good you look in gold jewellery until you actually start wearing it more often.

loves lying next to you in the sun, claiming you “make the sunlight jealous.”

george ♡:

will ask genuine, thoughtful questions about your background because he’s fascinated and wants to understand your world.

gets very calm and soft-spoken when he compliments you, as if saying it too loudly would break the moment.

constantly tells you your skin “just glows,” and he means it every single time.

ringo ♡:

loves touching your cheeks and saying, “look at this face!” in the most affectionate way possible.

if you share foods from your culture with him, he’ll enthusiastically try everything, even if it’s spicy enough to make him tear up.

will randomly tell people about how beautiful you are mid-conversation, like it’s just a fact he needs to broadcast.

thinks your laughter is more radiant than your appearance.

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hallooo! I recently found your account and oh my god, I love your fics! 🥹 They're so good

Could I request the four of 'em being with someone who's like a fashionista/fashion designer and loves to plan their outfits, sometimes they'd have matching outfits together! It sounds kinda silly but I hope you get what I mean! :)

Last thing, can I be your 🌸 anon? Thank you!

of course you can be my 🌸 anon! sorry for the late response (◞‸◟)💧and it's not silly at all! i hope you enjoy this ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶✌︎︎

the boys with a fashionista partner

john ♡:

john secretly loves when you get to style him because it means he gets to wear something cool without lifting a finger.

loves when you slip subtle details into his outfits that reference his favourite things. maybe a hidden embroidered lyric or a pattern that matches his guitar strap.

if you suggest matching outfits, he’ll tease you about being “a bit soppy” but will still go along with it, and then tell everyone it was his idea.

paul ♡:

he gets super excited about coordinated looks, especially if they’re colour-matched or have little thematic ties. “look, we’re both wearing floral embroidery!”

if you’re doing a fashion show, he’ll happily help with fittings, modelling, or even music for the event.

loves showing you off to others as “my brilliant designer,” and always gets a chance to mention to the interviewers he’s wearing your work.

paul is very into the idea of you styling him, he’s already fashion-conscious, so he treats you like his personal savile row.

george ♡:

secretly loves when you make him match with you, especially in understated ways like shared colour palettes or similar patterns.

you end up introducing him to more daring or experimental looks, and he ends up surprising himself by loving them.

often wears your designs even off-stage, just because they’re comfortable and his.

very chill about letting you plan his outfits, he trusts your taste more than his own, especially in his.

ringo ♡:

ringo is game for anything you put him in. the bolder, the better, because he thinks it’s funny and cool.

will brag to everyone that “my missus made this” and might even get other people in the band to commission you.

loves when you make him fun accessories like quirky hats, scarves, or patterned ties are his favourite.

loves bright colours and patterns, so when you match, it’s usually in the most eye-catching way possible.

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hi hon!!could you do boys x chubby reader hcs?if you are comfortable with it ofc!!

of course!! i love writing for people who are a softer, i don’t think its written enough:( so i hope you enjoy this dove <3

john ♡:

pretends he’s not sappy, but he absolutely loves your softness.

loves to tease you in a playful way, (come here, cushion!) but it’s secretly his love language for you.

you’ll catch him absentmindedly resting his hand on your stomach while talking to others, he’s not even aware of it.

thinks you look gorgeous in anything oversized and sometimes ‘accidentally’ leaves his shirts where you’ll find them.

absolutely demolishes anyone who makes a rude comment about you. Quick wit, sharper than a knife and all in your defence.

loves candid photos of you, especially when you’re laughing, calls them masterpieces.

paul ♡:

finds you irresistibly cuddly. he’s a very touchy partner and loves to wrap his arms all the way around you.

constantly finds excuses to cook or bake together because he likes watching you enjoy food without guilt.

likes to slow dance in the kitchen with you pressed against him, says it’s “the perfect fit.”

always makes sure you know your worth. he compliments your style, your hair, your laugh.. everyday.

insists every outfit you put on is ‘the one’ and wants to show you off to everyone.

george♡:

runs his fingers all over your hips or thighs when you’re lying together, as if he is memorising your shape.

hates societal beauty standards and talks openly about how meaningless they are.

will take you out shopping with him and hype you up in every outfit you try on — especially the ones you’re unsure about.

he loves lazy mornings where you’re tangled up together and you’re warm against him.

he’s not big on public affection, but if someone flirts with you, he is quick to put his arm around your waist.

ringo ♡:

he is the biggest sweetheart about your body — loves every inch and says so.

loves taking you swimming or to the beach because he thinks you look so beautiful in your swimwear.

he’ll poke and prod at your cheeks just to see you smile.

brings snacks on tour or during long days — says “you’re too important to go hungry.”

calls you his “soft spot” both because you’re his weakness and you’re the comfiest to hug.

hope you liked this! just lmk if it seems a bit ignorant or like not nice? idk i might be overthinking but i do not want it too seem to backhanded? i am overthinking… enjoy! 🥲

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Hiii it's me again🤗

Now, could you write something about George x Reader (fem or GN! as you wish) related to the lyrics of Do You Want to Know a Secret? I love this song and his voice in it, and I've been imagining something of him struggling to confess his little secret, being nervous and cute. Think of him in 1963-1964 maybe💕

beautiful request, i love this sm !! here you go lovely:3 sorry for the wait <3

pairing: fem!reader x george harrison

plot: basically george being a lil cutie hehe

I’ve known for a while

George had never been good at this sort of thing. He is good at singing — yes. Playing guitar, of course! But telling someone how he really felt? That was a different story.

He sat at the end of the sofa, fiddling with his cuff on his shirt as you poured tea for the both of you. The steam curled into the air, warm and sweet, and he thought how easy it would be to just say it. Three little words.

But every time he opened his mouth his throat went dry.

You came back into the living room with two mugs of tea, smiling at him that made his heart skip a beat. You set his mug of tea on the coffee table in front of him. “You’re quiet tonight,” you said softly.

“Yeah, well.. Ive been thinkin’,” he mumbled, eyes fixated on his tea.

“About what?”

He hesitated, twisting his fingers together. “It’s.. a bit of a secret.”

That got your attention. “A secret?”

George looked up at you just for a second, cheeks turning pink. “Mm, but if i tell you, you’ve gotta promise not to laugh or run off.”

You tilted your head, curious about what George is about to tell you. “You have my word.”

He took a deep breath, the words tumbling out alot faster than he thought they would. “I’ve been tryin’ to tell you for a long time now that I like you.. Not just as a mate. You’re the prettiest girl i have ever met and you make me feel all.. daft.”

His ears were a bright red now. “There. That’s it. My big secret.”

You sat there for a moment, warmth blooming in your chest, slowly you reached out for his hand. “That’s a lovely secret, George. Because I have also been keeping the same one.”

For the first time all evening he smiled, the nervous tension melting away.

“Well,” he said softly. “Guess it’s not a secret anymore, then.”

hope you liked it !! mwa mwa

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sorry for the inactivity !! i will get right onto you guys requests soon. i have a terrible cold rn :( hopefully i will heal and get to writing you're cute requests :3

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hiya, i would like to know how you use/get the ribbons on your page, i want to add decals like that on my page so itd be rad if you could tell me haha :)

hello dove, i get my ribbons here on tumblr !! :) i use the ribbons from @cursed-carmine. you can search up dividers on tumblr and you can have a bunch of cute dividers in all different styles :3

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Stuck on you

ringo x afab!reader | nsfw | wc: 1.2k | cw: unprotected sex, power dynamics, mild dirty talk, oral f! receiving, ‘possessive or claiming language, age-gap (who put that in there? not me.. heh) read at your own discretion!

18+ no minors please thank yew xx

You have been with the Beatles for nearly a month now— as a photographer, technically— though you’d only meant to shoot them once.

But Ringo kept inviting you back.

“You’re good luck,” he’d say with a wink. “And you’ve got the best laugh I’ve ever heard.”

You pretended that you weren’t blushing, you pretended alot around him.

Tonight, the studio was dim and humid, heavy with cigarettes, tape and tired men.

John and Paul were bickering about a chord, George was tuning again. And Ringo? Ringo was watching you.

“Come here for a sec, love,” he murmured, once the others buggered off somewhere else, patting the seat of his drum kit.

You hesitated, but your legs didn’t, they moved on their own.

“You always sit up there,” he teased, pointing up to your usual spot. “I think you like watchin’ me sweat.”

You choked a little. “What—no, I was just—“

“Oh come off it, Ive seen you starin’ , and i like it.” He leaned in closer, that playful spark he usually has in his eyes now molten. “Like knowin’ you’re lookin.’”

You swallowed hard. “And if i was?”

His grin curved slowly, “Then I’d tell you all the things Ive been thinking about doing to you if these drums weren’t in the bloody way.”

Heat grew between your legs,

“Like what?” You asked, voice softer than you intended.

Ringo’s hand slid over yours, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist — slow, steady, almost hypnotic.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, eyes flickering to your lips. “You keep sittin’ all pretty like that and I might just show you.”

You leaned in, “What’s stopping you?”

His mouth was a breath from yours. “Well, John might come stormin’ back in any minute, but if you’re willing to take that risk…”

You didn’t hesitate this time.

Ringo kissed you like he played, rhythmic, smooth, with just enough to leave you wanting more. His hands were warm, steady on your hips as he pulled you between his legs, drums forgotten.

You can feel the vibration of his chest when he murmured against your neck, "I have been thinkin' of this all week."

The sound of footsteps snapped both of you apart, breathless. Ringo's lips were red, eyes blown wide, and you couldn’t tell if he was more amused or aroused.

“Meet me at the hotel,” he said low, “Room 307. I’m not done with you yet.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even breathe in the faint scent of cologne and hotel sheets, Ringo was on you — his mouth hungry, hands slipping around your waist and pulling you close against him.

“You’ve been on my mind all night,” he murmured, lips brushing your cheek as he pinned you to the wall. “Didn’t think I’d last through the last session.”

His mouth found yours again, rougher this time, his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring, tasting. You felt his hands trail down your back, firm but slow, sliding under your shirt, calloused fingertips brushing over your skin. The cool of his rings against your sides made you shiver.

"Off,” he muttered, tugging your shirt up. “Want to see you.”

You raised your arms and let him pull your shirt over your head, heart thudding. His eyes dropped instantly, mouth parting as he took you in.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he breathed. “You’ve no idea.”

He leaned down, lips catching your jaw, then your throat, each kiss slower than the last. When he got to your collarbone, he lingered, open-mouthed kisses, gentle sucks, enough to leave a trace. You tangled your fingers in his curls, letting your head fall back against the wall.

“Ringo,” you whispered, barely.

“Bed,” he said firmly. “Now.”

You moved backwards as he walked you to the mattress, lips never leaving yours. When your knees hit the edge, he gave you the softest push and you dropped onto the bed with a bounce. He followed, crawling over you, eyes dragging down your body like he was memorizing it. His hips settled between your thighs, and you could feel him — hard, straining against his trousers — pressing right where you needed him.

You gasped softly, hips rolling without thinking.

“Oh, that’s how it is,” he smirked, rocking back just enough to undo the buttons on your jeans, pulling them down slow — like a present he wanted to unwrap one inch at a time. “So eager, love.”

He dropped kisses to your stomach, then lower, lips brushing the waistband of your underwear.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, voice dark and reverent as his fingers slid over the fabric. “You want me this bad?”

You nodded, breath shallow.

“Words,” he said, eyes locking onto yours.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Ringo, I want you. So bad.”

He growled under his breath, pulling your underwear down and tossing it aside. Without warning, he dipped his head and licked a long, slow stripe up your centre, making you arch off the bed with a cry.

“Fuck—Ringo—”

He moaned against you, lapping at you with slow, practiced precision — tongue circling your clit, teasing it with little flicks until your thighs were trembling. His hands held your hips down firmly, fingers digging into your skin.

“You taste unreal,” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “Could do this all night.”

But just as you were climbing — just as you were right on the edge — he pulled back. You whimpered, reaching for him.

“Don’t worry, love,” he smirked, standing up to strip. “I’m not lettin’ you finish without me.”

He kicked off his boots, pulled off his shirt, then dropped his trousers and briefs in one fluid motion — and fuck, he was gorgeous. Pale, lean, inked and freckled, with that cocky glint in his eyes and something much harder between his legs.

You bit your lip as he climbed back over you, sliding the tip of his cock along your slit, teasing you with shallow rolls of his hips.

“Still want me?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed, spreading your legs wider. “Please—”

That was all it took. He pushed in slowly, thick and hot, filling you inch by inch until your breath hitched. He groaned low in his throat, forehead pressed to yours as he bottomed out.

“Jesus,” he panted. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

He set a slow rhythm at first — hips rolling deep and steady, every thrust dragging perfectly along your walls. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back.

“Faster,” you begged. “Please—don’t stop—”

He grinned through a groan and obliged, pace quickening, the bed creaking beneath you with every thrust. He kissed you through it — messy, breathless, hungry — his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice rough with lust. “This body, these sounds—you give it all to me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, back arching. “Only you—Ringo, I’m—”

“Come for me,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Now.”

And with a cry, you did — pleasure ripping through you in waves, your whole body clenching around him. He followed seconds later, moaning your name like a prayer as he spilled inside you, collapsing against your chest.

The room went quiet, save for the sound of your ragged breaths. His weight was comforting, grounding. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then your collarbone, then finally your lips — slow and sweet.

“Still starin’?” he teased after a moment.

You smiled, tracing lazy circles on his back. “Always.”

ovulating and thinking about ringo... ringo horny brainrot.. hope you girls enjoyed this :)

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I just read all your posts and I'm in love with your writing AAAAAA💗 only needed to read one of them to follow you instantly! They're so sweet😭💘💝💖💓 are you taking requests? I have an idea for one about George and I think you would do it perfectly🥹✨

thank you so much doll!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) you’re so sweet, and of course im talking requests!! :3 give me all of your ideas sweets (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

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could you do headcanons for how the beatles would kiss the reader 🎀,,, im obsessed with your fanfics fr fr girlie

of course lovely! enjoy :)

The way the boys kiss you

john♥︎: intense & unexpected:

john kisses like he lives- bold, confident and passionate. his kisses come out of nowhere- one moment you're talking, and the next, he's cupping your jaw and drawing you in. there's tension in his lips, like he's trying to say everything he doesn't know how to put into words.

he'll press his forehead against yours after, murmuring something cheeky to make you blush.

"You didn't expect that did you, love?"

paul ♥︎: soft & romantic:

paul's kisses are warm and melodic, like a love song he’s just sung for you. he'll brush his nose against yours first, testing the waters, waiting for you to smile before gently pressing his lips against yours.

his hand might find your waist or cheek, pulling you in slightly, keeping it tender and meaningful.

"mm.. i have been thinkin' about this all day"

george ♥︎: shy & lingering:

george is shy at first, eyes flickering down to your lips like he's quietly asking permission to kiss you. but once he kisses you, it's all consuming. he kisses slow, like he's afraid the moment might vanish if he rushes. his hands tremble a little against your skin, nervous but gentle, but when he pulls away, he can't help but look at you like you're a secret he's lucky to know.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

ringo ♥︎: playful & sweet:

ringo's kisses are full of joy and warmth, he'll sneak up behind you with a big, goofy grin, plant a kiss on your cheek, then go for your lips before you can recover from your giggles. it's always light hearted, but when he's feeling sentimental, he'll surprise you with a kiss so soft and heartfelt it will leave you speechless.

"that was nice wasn't it? we should do it again, for science."

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auth note: hello everyone! this was a request for my 🐞 anon! it is a part two for the quiet storm :) hope you enjoy

The quiet storm | part ii

part i | angst → comfort | 1.4k words

You didn’t get far,

You’d only made it to the bottom of the stairs when the tears started rolling down your face again.

Cold night air hit your face as you stepped outside the apartment building and onto the street.

It was quiet out, the kind of stillness that makes the whole world feel paused.

You didn’t even know where you were going,

You didn’t have your shoes on properly, coat still half on from rushing out so fast. You just knew that you shouldn’t be in that flat, in that silence, pretending everything didn’t change.

But then—

“Wait!”

You heard footsteps, loud, erratic footsteps. The front door of the building had swung open behind you, still creaking at its hinges.

George was running down in his socks and a jumper he’d thrown on in a hurry.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, eyes wild. “Please don’t go.”

You turned, could barely believe the look on his face — pale, panicked and wide-eyed like he’d just seen something terrible.

“Im sorry,” he blurted out. “I’m— God, I’m so sorry.”

You blinked. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore?”

His expression shattered.

He rushed towards you and pulled you into him like he was scared that’d you would disappear if he let go.

His voice cracked. “You’re the only part of my life that ever felt real. Don’t leave, please don’t.”

“Then why did you let me walk out? Why did you let me leave?” You choked.

“Because I thought you’d be better off,” he cried. “Because I didn’t think I deserved you, I kept messing things up and shutting you out, and I knew you felt it, and I panicked.”

You pulled back slightly, enough to make eye contact.

His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was trembling. You have never seen him so unguarded.

“I was never asking you to be perfect,” you said softly. “I just wanted you, even the parts that need healing.”

He caressed your cheek, “Then let me try, let me fix this. Not with promises or songs, or whatever the hell everybody wants from me— just.. me. I can’t lose you.”

You stared at him for a long second, then you whispered with a sigh. “Okay.”

His shoulders slumped in relief, a tear rolled down his face.

You reached out for his hand,

“Let’s go home.”

Back in the flat, everything looked the same. Same cluttered kitchen, same mug you left on the counter and his jacket he originally put down.

But something felt different, something familiar.

Soft.

George sat next to you on the couch, holding your hand like it’s the only thing anchoring him to this earth.

“I’ve never been good at saying things out loud,” he said, voice low. “But you matter more to me than any of this. The music, the tours, all of it. When i thought you were gone—“ He broke off, squeezing your fingers. “I don’t think I would ever feel steady again.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “We can still fix this, it’s not too late.”

He kissed the top of your head, breathing you in. “I don’t want to hurt you like that, ever again.” He whispered.

“Then don’t shut me out,” you murmured. “Let me in, even if it’s ugly, even when it’s hard.”

He nodded against your hair, “I can do that, I want to do that.”

And then he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, so close that your heart finally stopped aching.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe again.

That night, you didn’t talk much more, you didn’t need to.

You lay on the couch together, limbs tangled, breathes syncing in the quiet. George’s fingers gently traced patterns along your arm, he hummed a little tune under his breath— not for a crowd, not for a record.

Just for you.

You both fell asleep knowing this time, you were both staying.

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hello lovelys! i have more fics coming your way soon. tumblr is being a bit of a pain and not letting me post/save drafts so i will have to figure out that mess. hopefully it will be sorted soon :,) love ya

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Hiii! Love you fics and your writing sm!! >< ♡♡♡

If you don't mind, could you write a maybe a like, headcanons(?) of the members about their partners favorite body parts?? Lol I was thinking Fem!Reader but write how you'd like! (Also maybe because I'm a big boob girl lol)

Anyways!! I hope you take my request well! I absolutely LOVE The Beatles and have been a fan of them from quite some time now! So I'd be very happy if you'd consider it!! 🫶🫶🫶

(author note: OMG of course!! this is so cute :,3 hope you enjoy this <3)

The parts they love most

ringo‪‪❤︎‬:

favourite body part: your smile

ringo's all heart, and nothing brightens his day like your smile. whether it's soft, shy or big and goofy, he's smitten.

"there it is! i knew i'd get one out of you!

he'll crack silly jokes just to see your smile, and is always especially proud when he's the reason why you're laughing.

john‪‪❤︎‬:

favourite body part: your eyes

john's always been drawn to expression and meaning, and your eyes look like a open book to him. he always looking into them, especially if you are passionate or annoyed.

"they change colour depending on your mood, yknow? i swear they go darker when you're mad at me." he's fascinated by how much you don't say with your voice but how much you say with your eyes.

he loves teasing you by locking eyes with you for way too long just to see how much you blush or look away.

paul ‪‪❤︎‬:

favourite body part: your hands

paul is all about connection and romance. he's infatuated with your hands- whether you're writing, cooking, fixing something or just simply holding his hand.

"you've got these clever fingers of yours. bet you can play bass if you wanted to."

he'll always find excuses to hold your hands. intertwining his fingers with yours when your talking, kissing your knuckles or tracing your palm when you're lying together.

george ❤︎:

favourite body part: your neck/collarbones

george is more subtle and thoughtful in his admiration. there's something about the soft curve of your neck or the way your collarbones peek through your shirt that quietly drives him crazy.

"you don't even know how pretty you look just sitting there do you?

he'll press soft kisses on your forehead when you're sleeping, or gently rests his hand on your neck, feel sacred to him.

(second author note: hope you liked this! i didn't know if you wanted specifically something for your chest (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟) if so id be happy to re-write it for you! love erin)

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that george fic was so good OMG

Can i be your 🐞 anon?

more george i ask.. maybe angst of some kind?

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of course!! you are now my ladybug anon! hope you will enjoy it :)

you're stuck with me now mueheh

The quiet storm

words: 1.2k ┃pairing: george x afab!reader

You heard the door slam before you heard his footsteps

The flat had been quiet all day. Not the kind of peaceful quiet like it usually is, but it's a strange, hollow silence. The sort that made your heart feel sore.

You were sat in the living room, with a cup of tea gone cold in your hands, staring into nothing in particular.

He dropped his guitar case louder than he meant to. You winced, but didn't move.

George was home. But that didn't mean anything anymore.

He stood up in the doorway for a few seconds, staring at you like he didn't expect you to be there, or maybe he was trying to remember how things used to be, used to feel, always standing there waiting for him every afternoon.

"Didn't think you'd be up," he mumbled, brushing past you in the kitchen.

"I couldn't sleep"

No answer.

You waited for his response. You were always waiting, waiting for the tension to break, waiting for the version of George you used to know come back.

"He reappeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. His eyes were tired. Not from just work, but from everything. Maybe from even you.

"Same as always, Paul wanted a million takes, John didn't care, Ringo just bein' there."

He wasn't smiling, he wasn't teasing, he was just stating facts, like he was narrating someone else's life.

you nodded. "You've been gone a lot."

"You knew what this was going to be like," he said sharply. "You knew I wasn't a stay at home bloke."

"That's not what I mean, and you know that."

He turned away.

There it was again, that retreat. The emotional flinch. George wasn't loud like John or charming like Paul, when he go hurt he got quiet, he shuts the door and locks it. And lately, it felt like you were always on the other side of it.

You stood up, unable to bear the distance. "I'm not asking you to quit, I'm asking you to see me, to talk to me like you used to!"

His jaw clenched. "Things are different now"

"They don't have to be," you pleaded. "You're still George. You're still mine aren't you?"

His eyes flickered to yours- and something in them cracked, not completely, but enough.

"I don't know," he said, and it landed like a punch in your heart.

You swallowed, hard. "You don't know..?"

"I'm tired, all the time. And I go out there and everyone is screaming, and I come home and its not like.. It's like I'm still not home. I don't even know who I am anymore, I don't know if I'm George Harrison the Beatle or just- someone who used to love you."

The words shattered something in both of you.

"I didn't ask for 'George Harrison the Beatle," you whispered. "I asked for you, and I thought that was enough."

His shoulders sagged. "Maybe it used to be."

Silence wrapped around you again, tighter this time, more final.

You looked at him- at the boy who once sang silly songs to make you laugh, who would hum melodies to drift you asleep, the boy that cried in your lap after a long tour because he hated how much you were both so far apart.

That George wasn't standing Infront of you now, but maybe he was buried inside this version, buried underneath fame pressure and ache.

"I loved you before the world did," you said quietly.

He blinked, slowly, painfully.

Then he whispered, "I know."

You stepped forward, close enough to touch him. You didn't. You didn't think you could anymore.

"Do you want me to leave, George?" you asked.

He hesitated. That hesitation said everything.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"But you are, George."

You could've screamed, you could've cried, but instead you walked past him, your arm brushing his. He didn't stop you.

You grabbed your coat off the hook, ignoring the tears stinging your eyes. You turned the doorknob and paused- just once- hoping he'd call for your name.

But he didn't.

And so you left.

The flat was quiet again, but this time, it wasn't hollow, it was empty.

(hope you liked this! angst is not my usual thing so i hope it's not too bad lol. enjoy!)