#golden slumbers

[sundayiminlove]

sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]

synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally

i.

PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.

Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.

Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.

You have him, hook line and sinker.

"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.

You perk up.

Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."

He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.

"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."

He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.

He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.

No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.

You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"

Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.

As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."

You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.

"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"

With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.

BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.

Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.

So, here's the thing, right?"

There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.

You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.

As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.

And there you stand.

Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.

You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."

He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.

You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.

"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.

His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.

[rolloroberson]

Ringo Starr, George Harrison, and John Lennon recording: “You Never Give Me Your Money”, “Golden Slumbers”, and “Carry That Weight” on July 31, 1969 at Studio Two in Abbey Road Studios for the Abbey Road album. Photo © Apple Corps Ltd. (http://www.thebeatles.com/)

[caleb-crow]

Dreams beneath the searing sand.

Golden Slumbers, art piece done for my archaeology in video games essay! And how it’s represented in Genshin I love puzzles I love lore I love. SPICY. SPICY IN CHARACTER CONFLICTS SOBS SOBSSS S

[nevereverywhere]

I designed these fake movie posters for #BeatlesMovies and I quite like how they turned out, so I thought I’d post them on here as well. Maybe this will be my next obsession

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Eggos’ Valentines Challenge 2: Snow White and Aurora

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry - I will sing you a lullaby

[achromecoveredclone]

I MANAGED TO SCORE SOLOIST GOLDEN SLUMBERS AS WELL AS MAIN SINGER FOR ELEANOR RIGBY FOR MY SCHOOL BEATLES SHOW I AM OVER THE MOON

[v1olentdelights]

prologue Chapter 1

Summary: You spend the day with friends. But don't worry, Sirius can tell you when you're tired.

TW: being undressed but not in an inappropriate way. SFW!

A/n: comment or send an ask to be tagged <3 also! Marlene and Remus are not together, I just thought of them, so I put them together. I know it's cringey. Just let me be 😭

You awake to Blue Moon playing from your radio. The smell of bacon and eggs is wafting into your room. Rays of sun cast down onto the floor and bed warming you up under your blankets. You feel unusually well rested, stretching out as much as your body allows, causing your comforter to slide down off your torso.

As you make your way out to the kitchen, you take a moment to admire the freshly cut grass that makes up your backyard. It felt so familiar. Pulling a robe on, you exit the bedroom only to find a very handsome man with a very untamed mop of black hair swaying to the music. He has a towel thrown over his bare shoulder. His pajama pants are hung lowly on his hips, his tattoos out in the open.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is as sweet as honey, tempting you to get closer for more. As he turns around, you see that gorgeous smile you fell for, and those oh so beautiful eyes.

“Yes, what a good morning it is” you look him up and down. As your eyes fall back on his face, you swear you see the smallest bit of blush grace his cheeks. “You woke up early.” You note with a smile on your face. It is rare that Sirius is awake before you, always on the verge of being late for work.

“Well, I have the day off. And I thought my girl deserved a break today.” Plating up the eggs and toast he reaches for the jam on the counters and sets your plate in front of you. “I thought maybe we could go to the park with Harry and the others” he manages to get out before stuffing his face full.

“Why do I feel like you love Harry more than the rest of us?” You muse.

“Well not more than you, darling. But more than James and Remus, of course.”

You quickly load up the dishes and clean up the kitchen before returning to the bedroom to change. Sirius is already there, standing shirtless as he looks through his shirts.

“Darling, what are you wearing? I feel like we should match today!” There is a certain pep in his voice that just makes you feel like smiling.

“I’m not sure yet.” Trading places with Sirius, he sits on the bed watching you. “Maybe this dress? It’s supposed to be warm today right?” He lets out a hum in response. You take off your robe, hanging it up on one of the hooks in the closet. Sirius steps up behind you, his hands drifting to the straps of your nightgown.

“Let me.” His lips leaving behind kisses as he slowly moved the strap further down. Doing the same with the other, he finally lets it drop to the floor.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” He mutters before finally pressing a kiss to your lips. Reaching around you, he grabs the shirt that matches the dress.

After getting together some drinks and snacks, you and Sirius were stepping out the door. Remus and Marlene were waiting for you at the end of the driveway. Connecting your hand with Sirius’s unoccupied one, you were on your way to the park.

James, Lily, Harry, Mary, and Regulus were already there, James was pushing Harry on the swing while the others lounged on the picnic blanket. The second Harry saw Sirius he was squealing, bouncing in the swing, flailing his arms. As James made his way towards us, Harry was pushing out of his arms.

“Maybe he loves you more than he loves any of us.” You whisper in Sirius’s ear as Harry is passed off to him. You smile at the sight of your husband. There was once a time when Sirius refused to hold Harry for the fear that he would hurt him like his parents had done to him. But now… now he held onto and looked at Harry as if he had been the sun.

The day was filled with laughter, playing, eating, singing, and so much fun. Remus had been tossing Harry up in the air, his shrieks of happiness were ear splitting but welcome, Lily dotting over the two of them. Regulus, James, and Marlene were conversing about something on the topic of quidditch and dragons. Mary, Dorcas, and Sirius pitching in here and there. You laid with your head in Sirius’s lap with his fingers in your hair, eyes closed as you listened to everything happening around you. It was so real that it felt fake.

Something hit you in the forehead causing you to flinch. You could feel Sirius pull his hands out of your hair. Another drop of something, it didn’t quite hurt.

“Y/N, darling… are you alright?” At the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, you opened your eyes.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you let out a light airy chuckle. “Just thought I felt something.” Sirius’s eyes furrowed. The others seemed to carry on, but you could feel some of their eyes still on you.

You brought a hand up to your forehead, wiping something off. But there was nothing.

“I think Y/N and I will retire now.” The chorus of aw’s and boo’s came fairly quickly.

“What? No we don’t have to, love. It’s fine.” Simply shaking his head Sirius lifted your head as he got up to stand and held a hand out for you.

“You must be hungry and tired Y/N, let's get you home and get some food in your stomach. And then get you to sleep.” Now it was your turn to be confused. You weren’t hungry? You certainly weren’t tired. And wasn’t it just the afternoon?

The day had quickly become dark.

“We should get going too. Harry has been falling asleep earlier these days.” James said while smiling down at his son.

“It was nice hanging out with you all! Hopefully we’ll have another good weather day like this soon.” Sirius said, his gaze drifting to James for a moment longer than anyone else’s.

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Sirius pulled you into your shared home, bringing you closer before closing the door and pushing you against it. His lips met yours, almost frantically. Not that you were complaining, Sirius was always a generous lover, making sure you knew how important you were. Pulling back to breathe, he began to kiss down your jaw. Slowly walking backwards, he led you to the bedroom.

As he unzipped your dress, you kicked off your shoes and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Hold on, love, let me get your pajamas.” He presses a final hard kiss to your lips. For a moment, you were confused. But when he slipped one of his shirts over your body, it was as if a spell was lifted, and you could feel how exhausted you were. Sirius brought you into the bed and pulled the covers over you. Rubbing your eyes, you felt it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

“Love you Sirius.” You mumbled into the pillow.

“And I love you my darling.” His voice rang through the quiet room.

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@magic-is-beauty @sheraayasher love you besties 😘

[sleeper9]

Very fun that the end episode of the lyrics is just Paul Muldoon’s literary thesis on the end. Them talking about golden slumbers seriously got me crying… like what a beautiful song… one of my favorites …The way he sings it is one of his top vocal performances I think.

But then also…. Get me laughing when he said “blackbird was in BOSS BABY” LMAO

I like that at first paul was like er NO it’s not for the Beatles … but then he went… well …maybe … 😒. This honestly tells me that he really doesn’t know meaning we always think he’s just obfuscating (which he does do sometimes) but actually sometimes he really doesn’t know.

him talking about original sin got me thinking some other thoughts about what he was afraid of… anyway…

Whenever I think of The End I think of when George quoted “the love you take is equal to the love you make” almost as scripture and I honestly think that’s the highest compliment he’s ever paid Paul.

[abstract-challenge]

200 sunsets through a glass of beer.

@awehaven

Thank you for your submission!

[wamnak]

I just had a discussion with my daughter about how this is the best thing Paul McCartney ever recorded.

[soundthebrokenbells]

look I really rEALLY don't want to get into The Beatles discourse but Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight really had NO RIGHT to go that hard 😭😭😭

[coiocal]

Golden Slumbers✨

[porcelaintoybox23]

There should be a clause in all video games. If I am forced to deal with a racist character, I should have the option to kill them.

[detroitlib]

From our stacks: Poem from A Book of Lullabies. Compiled by Elva S. Smith. Illustrations from famous paintings. Boston: Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co., 1925.

[sensoryseekinganakin]

I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitations And in the middle of the celebrations I break down

[ficsempai]

I enjoy the desert world quests so much, like Jeht is baby and deserves the world and their culture is so interesting and the lost text in the temples are so cool and the npcs are so interesting and the LORE…