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I was wondering if it would be okay if you could possibly make one where you do each of the Beatles. It has the other Beatles react to you cuddling, asleep aside one of them on the couch!^^ Youre my fav! I love your fanfics so much!!!

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

꒰ pairing ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ this is such a sweet lil concept i love it sm!! and thank you angel that’s so sweet of you to say eee i’m so lucky to have readers like you!!! these aren't exactly headcanons.. but i hope you like what i did with 'em!

꒰ JOHN ꒱

"You always fall asleep on purpose just to get outta listenin’ to me, don’t you?"

It’s late. Everyone’s knackered. You’re tucked into the corner of the green room sofa with John beside you, legs stretched out, bantering halfheartedly about some ridiculous story he’d made up just to make you laugh.

Your head had slipped onto his shoulder during one of his quieter pauses. You didn’t stir again.

John sat there blinking for a second. One arm in mid-air. Mouth open. Then he just slowly let it rest behind you on the back of the couch.

“Right,” he muttered under his breath. “Well… you’re not movin’, then.”

He didn’t want to wake you, he was already absurdly aware of how soft your cheek felt against his jumper. Kept still as anything, every muscle tight, eyes glancing down at you once in a while.

He wanted to make a joke about it. He wanted to nudge you and say something daft like "Fallin’ for me already, are you?" But he didn’t.

The other three came in with tea and took one look.

“Christ,” Ringo said. “Look at you.”

Paul smirked. “They asleep?”

John looked up, eyes narrowed. “No, I’m just sittin’ like this for the hell of it.”

George raised a brow. “You don’t look bothered.”

“I’m not. They’re warm.”

Paul, snorting: “You’re lettin’ someone fall asleep on you? You’ve gone soft.”

John didn’t reply. Just stared ahead, very still.

Later, when you stirred awake and groggily apologized, John said, almost too quickly, “You’re alright. I didn’t mind.” And that was all. But his jumper smelled like your shampoo for days.

꒰ PAUL ꒱

"Oi, don’t go noddin’ off on me, I’ll start thinkin’ I’m boring."

It happened in the studio lounge. You’d been curled up next to Paul on the couch while they waited for George Martin to finish a phone call.

You were chatting, your voice soft and tired, until you drifted off completely, your head resting lightly against his chest.

Paul froze, cup of tea halfway to his lips.

His first instinct was to smile.

Just a little.

He glanced down at you and let his arm slip carefully behind your shoulder, his fingers grazing your sleeve.

“Are they asleep?” George asked, walking in.

Paul nodded. “They just knocked out, poor thing.”

Ringo looked over, squinting. “You look like you’ve never held a person in your life. All stiff.”

“I don’t wanna wake ‘em, do I?” Paul whispered back. “Be nice.”

The whole exchange made Paul chuckle under his breath. He leaned back into the couch, making sure you were still comfortable, careful not to move too suddenly.

You didn’t wake for a while, and Paul didn’t move a muscle until you did.

Even then, he just smiled and said, “Hey, you needed it. You looked dead tired.” But inside, he was absolutely glowing.

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

"You alright there? You can lean on me if you want… s’alright."

George had been playing a quiet melody on his guitar when you’d leaned against him, head tilted gently onto his arm. It surprised him, he tensed for a moment, fingers faltering on the strings. Then he looked down and saw your face, peaceful and soft in sleep.

He didn’t move you. Kept strumming lightly, the tune turning into something slower and gentler, something he hadn’t written before.

Ringo wandered in and stopped short. “They out?”

George nodded. “Didn’t even say goodnight. Just gone.”

“Couldn’t be more comfortable, eh?”

George looked down at you again. “Could be worse.”

John peeked in too, of course. “You look bloody smug.”

“I’m not smug,” George said. “I’m… responsible. Don’t wake ‘em.”

There was a small pause before Ringo, ever the tease, asked, “So, you’re happy to let someone sleep on top of you, but not kiss them?”

George shot him a withering look. “Not everything needs to be a bloody joke, you know.”

Ringo chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. But, yeah, alright. You two look cozy.”

He played until his hand got tired. Then he just sat back, watching the way you breathed, quiet and steady. He wished he could bottle that moment up and keep it.

You woke later, rubbing your eyes, and George only said, “You were dead to the world.” But he’d remember it longer than he let on.

꒰ RINGO ꒱

"You’re not even tryin’ to stay awake, are you? Go on then, I’ve got you."

You were curled up next to Ringo in the band’s shared flat, the two of you crammed on a too-small couch watching telly. Your legs touched. Your shoulder bumped his. And then your head slowly dropped onto his chest.

Ringo blinked. Looked down. Then let out the softest chuckle.

“Sleepy, are we?” he whispered. You didn’t answer. Just let out a quiet breath and stayed there.

He turned the volume down. Wrapped his arm around your back and let his hand rest near your shoulder, thumb brushing your jumper sleeve. A tiny smile played at his lips.

When Paul and John walked in, Paul started grinning immediately. “Look at you two!”

Ringo just held a finger to his lips. “Shh. Let ‘em rest.”

George peeked in behind them. “Didn’t take long, did it?”

Ringo shrugged, trying to look casual but obviously a bit red in the face. “They were knackered. What was I meant to do, push ‘em off?”

John: “Can’t believe you’re the first to get a cuddle.”

Ringo smiled, quieter now. “Neither can I.”

When you woke up, you found a blanket over you and Ringo watching the telly with one arm still draped protectively around you. “Hey there,” he murmured. “Feelin’ better?”

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