✰Treat My Like A Fool✰

She could be a belly dancer, I don’t need a true romancer

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If Not For You

George Harrison x fem!reader

Summary: Mistakes were made, words were exchanged, but with out your love I’d be nowhere at all.

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, language, make out, switching to a slight George POV, and that’s all I believe!! (When switching to George’s POV there with be a dash)

Authors Note: I want to thank EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. that has interacted with my page. I’m so grateful and glad that you all love it like my writing!! All Things Must Past: part 2! This one’s pretty long.

Word count: 1020

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It’s been longer than you intended without George. Allie has really been the bestest friend you could’ve ever had. Between the nights out, deep conversations, laughter, and tears, she’s been there for you.

“So when are you going back?” Allie leans against the doorframe of the bathroom. You finish applying your mascara, “I was thinking tomorrow. I feel like the time away hopefully made him realize how much of an impact I’m making in his life.” A little smirk appears on your lips, Allie giggles at your pettiness. “Evil. Hey! If you wanna call him up you totally can.” You just nod and thank her.

Later that night you finally get the courage to call George. You dial his number and wait for the pick up. “Hello?” A sleepy gravely voice comes through the speaker. “Hey, baby…” Your voice is shaky due to nerves, what if he hung up, what if he was seeing someone while you were away, what if- “Hey, luv, you alright?” His voice soothed your worry, it always tended to. “Yeah, you sound sleepy. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

You both ended up talking for a while. He never asked when you were coming back as if he just knew you were. He told you that he was set to go on his Dark Horse tour tomorrow. Your heart grew heavy as did your eye lids, you both said goodnight’s and I love you’s. Hanging up and falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sun in your face, the door opened and it’s Allie. “Hey, how’d you sleep?” You sit up in your bed and pat the space next to you. “I slept great! George and I called for a while and he told me that he’s going on tour today. I might surprise him.” You’re feeling a bit giggly at the idea of seeing him. “Well then get up and ready!” Allie pulls you out of bed.

As you get ready there’s music, laughter, and just having fun! Allie picked out an outfit for you, a white, lace neckline, bell sleeved shirts, brown short shorts, and dark orange Go-Go’s. You thought that you looked stunning, your hair was in its natural state and you had minimal to no makeup on. Allie makes a crude comment “well if you put on makeup, it’s just gonna get ruined when he sees you!” You shove her and both erupt in a fit of giggles.

Bags packed, done up, car packed, goodbyes and “see you soon” given. You backed out of Allies driveway and headed for the arena George was playing at tonight. You knew that he’d be there for rehearsal quite early, singing, getting the band prepared, goofing off, maybe a small drink beforehand. You were excited but still nervous. What if he didn’t want to see you after leaving? What if you walk in and he’s with another woman? Your head fills with doubts but you calm yourself down as The Doors start to play.

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As he gets ready for rehearsal he wonders if he’s gonna see her again. He’s been a mess recently, coke, drinking, not eating. Ringo told him that she’d come back, He doesn’t know if he believes him though. He was a real dick. There’s a knock on his dressing room door and his hopes rise thinking that it could be her. “Come in!” He calls out. Ringo walks in and up to his chair, “How are you Geo?” Ringo looks down at George as he looks up at Ringo, “Not too well, Rich. I wonder if she’s gonna come back. I mean we talked all last night. We said “I love you.” He rubs his temples and groans.

As Ringo and George talk they both realize that they should rehearse once more to get the show down. Ringo leaves and that leaves George to stare in the mirror. He has a picture of him and his love from way back in his ‘teddy boy’ era, he chuckles at the look on his face: stern with a slight bashful smile. His girl on the other hand: all in love and sweet on him.

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You arrive at the stadium, parking your car and getting out, your hair wiping around due to the wind, looking straight out of a dusty movie. You walk through the back door, making your way through the long halls you find a door with the name GEORGE HARRISON placed on it. You know slightly and you hear that voice you’ve needed to hear. “Come in!” you walk in and his eyes light up. You could’ve sworn you saw hearts in his pupils. He runs and sweeps you on your feet.

A muffled “oh my god” is barely audible due to his face being buried in your neck. Sniffles and kisses. “I thought you hated me. I thought I’d never see you again, Luv.” His worried tone made you pull back to look at his watered eyes. You shake your head. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, George.”

Lips crash together and hands explore. “Baby you have no idea how much I missed you” He says between kisses. You both are just making out on the couch that’s against the wall in his dressing room. Ringo walks in and yelps, “Bloody hell!” You both pull apart. “Hey, Rings!” You look shy, peaking out from behind George. You get up and hug Ringo, “Nice to see you again, kid.”

As you both pull away from the hug Ringo looks at George. “On stage now, Mr. Harrison. Last rehearsal. You can join if you want as well of course, Mrs. Harrison.” He winks. George looks at Ringo and he rolls his eyes, a slight toothy grin shows on his face. You grab George’s hand, “I would love too!”

You all leave the room and head to the stage. As you leave George pulls you closer and whispers “If not for you. Babe, I couldn’t even find the door.” You look up at him through lashes, raise on your toes, and peck his lips. “I love you George.”

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All Things Must Pass

George Harrison x fem!reader

Summary: Loving is learning. Learning is leaving. But, All things must pass.

Warnings: Angst, language, fighting, mentions of drinking and drugs, set in 1970.

Authors Note: I’ve never written Angst before!!!Sorry I haven’t been posting, Lovebugs!! Summer is finally here and I’m so excited but also busy! But I’m back!

Word count: 849

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So it’s official?” a sorrowful voice echoed through a dimly lit home. “Thanks for letting me know, Paul….yeah you too. Bye now. Tell Linda I said hi.”

You hung up the phone after having a conversation with now Ex-Beatle, Paul McCartney. You’ve been at home alone for enough time to not keep track, waiting up for your husband. If not on time with your worry, a stumbling, alcohol smelling George Harrison walks in through the front doors, trying to shut it quietly. You stare at him with your arms crossed just waiting for him to look up.

When he finally looks up, he jumps slightly. You look unimpressed, giving him a look that makes him freeze. “Thought you’d be sleeping.” He grumbles sheepishly. “Thought you’d come home sober.” You bite. George pinches the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut tight. “Can we not do this now? I’ve had a shit da-”

“I heard,” You interrupt. “Paul, called me.” You uncross your arms and George takes a step closer. “Course he did.” His tone is snotty. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise a brow. He shakes his head and brushes past you. “Nothing…” he huffs as he pushes down onto the soft couch cushions, “Just that you always seem to run to Paul when you or we have a problem.” He looks up at you through his lashes. “That’s not true nor fair. You know that Paul and I are just friends and nothing more. Ever. Also you’re drunk off your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” George’s dismissive tone rubbed you the wrong way. You take a seat on the chair that’s statured across from the couch, where his long legs are spread out in a lazy position. You’re looking down at your hands, picking at the skin around your thumb, a habit you’ve had since childhood. “Are you just upset because the band broke apart. Or…or is it something more?” You hesitated to ask because of his mood. “I don’t know, luv? How would you react if your life career just spilt in front of your eyes. My best mates are now just some strangers I know everything about? It’s not fair.” His hands wave through his hair. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m finally free but also that was my life. Now what do I have?” A sour choice of words left your husband’s lips.

You scoff and look in disbelief. “Wow, George. Love you too.” He looks up at you. “What? It’s true is it not?” His blank expression breaks your heart. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of your eyes, you stand up, voice wobbly. “I’m going to bed. You don’t know what your saying because you’re too drunk but that doesn’t give you an excuse to act like I’m just another one of your fucking guitars or whatever you forget about after playing it!” With that you leave the room and before George and get a word in, the door slams.

You’re sobbing, door locked, your thoughts swirling. Between the late nights, drinks, drugs, and just not caring as much as he did, you were sick of being thrown away and to the side. You make a very brave decision in your mind. You grab a suitcase from the closet and start to pack. Anything you may need, clothes, toothbrush, hair supplies, a picture of you and George when you first started seriously dating: July 4th, 1961

“No! George I said I don’t wanna go because I was scared of heights!!” You’re standing in a colorful line to go on a giant Ferris Wheel, George is standing close by, one arm wrapped around you, the other holding a cotton candy wand. “Oh come on, luv, it’ll be fine! Not to mention fun! And hey I’ll be right by your side, promise.” His toothy stupid smile made you feel safe and comfortable. Ended up kissing at the very top as the fireworks went off.

Harsh tears burn your cheeks. You reach for the phone and call your best friend, Allie. After a few rings you hear a “hello?” You answer immediately, “Allie! Hey can I please come stay with you. I don’t really wanna be here with George right now.” You hear some shuffling around and then an answer. “Of course! A girls night!” You were grateful that she didn’t ask what happened, you did know that it was coming later though.

You leave the room with your suitcase, you see a red eyed, drowsy George. “I’m gonna go stay with Allie for a day or so.” George stood up and came over to you. He looking into your broken eyes, searching them for a sigh of hope that you’re joking. “What? Why? I’m sorry for what I said. You can’t leave. Please!” He tries to kiss you but you swerve it. “Luv-“ his squeaked, broken voice almost made you cry more and stay.

“No. No George, I have to go.” “No! I love you! Please!” You watch him stumble to his knees. “I can’t. I’ll be back…” you don’t promise anything to him. “When?” His voice cracked like it used to. “I don’t know, honey.” You brush a hand to his hair and cheek. Tears flowing. You grab your keys and leave. “I love you.” That was the last thing you heard before driving off.

Part 2 anyone?

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Fool On The Hill

Paul McCartney x fem!reader

Summary: Paul talks about a peaceful future with you.

Warnings: fluff, references a fall out in the band, set in summer of 1967. Other than that…nothing!!!

Authors note: I’ve been in a bit of a writing block recently and I just don’t know what to write about! Guys, I’m yearning for summer!!!!Anyway, enjoy!!

Word count: 557

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Summer warmth hitting your skin as you stand outside with your fiancé. The comfort you both felt with one another’s hands tangled together with a squeeze. Paul is in an orange, rainbow, knit sweater vest, with a white (almost blue) button up underneath it, and black slacks with white pin stripes on it. You on the other hand, you’re in a pink mod style dress.

“Paul, how are you in long sleeves, pants, and a sweater vest right now?! It’s like a million degrees out!” You huff and whine as you fan yourself with your hand. Paul laughs at your discomfort by the heat. “Well darling, I guess I do get as hot as you do. Can’t explain it.” He shrugs his shoulders. Your eyes roll, “Don’t shrug your stupid perfect shoulders at me, Paul McCartney!” You’re annoyed at the temperature and mood it’s putting you in.

Paul takes note of this. “Hey, you know, I think you look great and no wonder you thrive in the summer heat…you’re too hot!” You look at him in disbelief. “That was a very stammered and gross…compliment?” You thought that his ‘flirting’ if you can even call it that, attempt was definitely not successful in working.

A little while later, you couldn’t handle it anymore, you two finally got home. Paul was strumming a rhythm on his guitar, lost in space, his Bambi eyes filled with silent thoughts. You rest your cheek on his lap, his tummy and guitar closing you in. “What’s going on in your mind?” Paul looks down at you, setting his guitar to the side. “Nothing much. Just thinking about the future.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, y’know? I mean we’re getting married soon, y’know, and I just want you to have the life you deserve.”

You sit up a bit, resting on his chest now. “What do you mean?” Paul relaxes, feeling calm with you against him. “I mean, I feel the band coming to an end…I just don’t know when. I’m nervous that I’ll be nothing afterwards. I mean I do enjoy a private standpoint in my life but I don’t wanna be forgotten.” You’ve moved around were now Paul is on your chest, eyes closed, opening his mind, and listening to your heartbeat. You stroke his head. “Oh Paul, honey, you’re never gonna be forgotten! I know that you’re nervous- I mean I would be too! Hell, if the bestest friends I’ve had for years just split over…something! I’d be a wreck!”

Paul looks at you like you just kicked a puppy. “That’s not helping!” Tears brim his eyes. “I’m scared for the future. I know that I need you in it though. I wanna move somewhere…maybe nowhere. A place where it’s just us, maybe a farm. I just know that I want you, and possibly a family?” He smiles at you, cheeks tinted a shade of pink you’ve definitely seen before. “Oh Paul. That sounds lovely. I can’t wait for that…if it comes! I’d love to start a family with you. You’d be an amazing dad.”

You both just hold each other on the couch. Paul’s dozed off into dreamland, you kiss his head, then cheeks, say I love you and goodnight. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this man. Mr and Mrs Paul McCartney…glad there’s a ring to it!

[beatlesdoll]

Love bugs, can you give me some requests in the comments on what types of fics you’d like to see? It would really help me when I’m in a writing slump. Thank you!

Peace and love!

[beatlesdoll]

Beautiful Girl

George Harrison x fem!reader

Summary: When a calm and clingy morning turn to chaos with the lads.

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just fluff, clinging, light language. Takes place during 1964, after A Hard Days Night! John, Paul, and Ringo make an appearance!

Authors note: I’m trying to make the titles match a song the person I’m writing for sings!

Word count: 744

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As the clouded sun peeks through the curtains in your shared room you stir awake, rubbing your eyes, and taking a slight look around the room. Your vision blurry from sleep, you look next to you and there he is…George Harrison.

Cozied up in a soft oversized blanket, George’s hair is frayed across the pillow. His breathing is soft, low, yet loud. You’ve seen this many times but he’s always just so gorgeous when he sleeps. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling you finally decide to get up. Heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

As the warm water rolls down your back there’s a knock. “Luv, can I come in?” George’s gruff voice slips past the door. You were about to tell him no but you finish up before then. “You can now!” By your invite George walks in, he sees you in a towel. “Well good morning. I woke up and didn’t feel you next to me.” He has a sweet smile plastered on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry love. I got up to get ready and you were still sleeping.” You get dressed while explaining yourself.

He watches you in the mirror as you brush your teeth. “What?” Your word mumbled by a mouthful of toothpaste. “Nothing, darling, you just look super pretty right now. I wanna go back to sleep. Cuddle you.” You roll your eyes at his softness. “You damn sap.” At that he places peckish kisses all over your neck and cheeks. Dragging you out of the bathroom and back into bed.

“Lord, I’ve just been so tired after filming wrapped. I wanna lay here forever with you.” You’re on your side as his arms wrap around you, enveloping you like a snake. You both watch and and peacefully listen to the beat of the rain against the window.

“Darling?” George whispers once he didn’t get a response. Your slow breathing is in indication that you’ve fallen asleep against him. “Sleep well darling. I love you.” He falls asleep as well.

An hour or two later, both of you have been sleeping, then a very loud interruption can be heard from the kitchen making it’s way to the door. You and George look at each other and sighed, already knowing who were making their way to the shared space.

John barges in singing a tune, “Wake up you sluggish bums!” He looks at Paul. Paul and Ringo both make their way into the room, looking at the two of you like it was an exhibit in a museum. George pipes up with a scowl etched across is face, “What are you lot doing in my bloody house?” He looks over the three boys in your room. “Well, you missed practice. So we thought…why not bring practice to you.” Paul’s cheeky grin makes George grumble a “fuck you, Macca.”

It takes a lot to get George out of bed. But after promising his return sealed with a kiss, he goes to practice. Ringo teases him about the sappy display, “So Geo, how are you and your girl?” George lit up, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh…uh, we’re great actually. Yeah.” A slight blush shows across his cheeks but would deny non stop if anyone were to bring it up. John was the next to speak, “Yeah, we can tell, Hazza. You were practically begging not to go! Real sap you is.”

George’s face twists in embarrassment. “Lay off it, Lennon! I can’t help it.” Paul laughs a bit and joke rolls his eyes. As the band practices some of their songs, you’ve gotten dressed and made your way downstairs. Hungry, you made breakfast for yourself then asked the guys, “you boys want some breakfast?” The look at each other and George answers first. “Always, luv!” Then Paul “Please and thank you!” “Sounds great to me!” “Yes please!”

As you cook…you listen. The music that the boys are making is amazing. It has this touch to it that makes a smile stick on your face, and makes your hips sway as you make breakfast. Once you finish up, you bring out a tray with the plates of food, tea, juice, and cut fruit. “Enjoy.” “Thank you!” “This looks delicious!” “Thank you, darling!” “Thank you!”

You like having company around. Having George and his mates make you feel like your part of the group. Though George has reminded you that you are.

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Hey love bugs! I’m just coming on here to say that I’m writing another George fic. My fanfics will usually be fem!reader unless asked otherwise. I hope for those who have seen it-like For You Blue (I wrote it at like 1 am so I’m sorry).

I personally would appreciate it if you guys left feedback in the comments or just anything you wanna see!

Peace and love!

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For You Blue

George Harrison x fem!reader

Warnings: language, fluff, George being annoyed with John and Paul, Ringo and reader being there for him. Told in 2nd and 3rd person (like all my fics)

Also! If anyone wants to put requests or tips for fanfics in the comments…please do!! I’m new to it and I’d love to make you love bugs happy!!!

Word count: 398 (super short! I’m sorry)

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The past couple days The Beatles have been trying to figure out songs that they could write, work on, and sing for an audience again. Paul is kind of making this whole ordeal about himself, John not showing up on time, bringing Yoko, Ringo just being tired, George sick of being around the intense ego.

George had brought you along most times. You were nervous the other guys wouldn’t want you around but George joked with you saying, “just don’t sit on an amp.” You like to just stay in the back listening to them play. Starting up delightful conversations with Linda Eastman, Paul’s girl.

While conversing over the latest trends, you heard an ‘oh so’ familiar voice through the studio. A new song you’ve never even heard George practice at home. A nice country blues, guitar, catchy drum beat, and the slide making your ears perk up. “Because you’re sweet and lovely, girl, I love you.” Practically feeling George’s eyes on you, you look up to find him smiling so wide as he sings to you.

As they finish Paul says something about how it’s a nice and relaxing break from what’s currently happening in his brain. George wasn’t listening, he was to distracted from watching you just…exist. He thought you were one of the most beautiful and important women in his life and watching you simply live is beautiful to him.

As the men depart for lunch, he comes up to you. “So, was that for me?” Your head tilts up to look at him better. “Of course it was, darling.” He kissed your temple and huffed. “I’m incredibly hungry and could eat anything right now. Let’s get lunch.”

You laugh as you both walk to get food. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hope you enjoyed! Peace and Love!

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Hey love bugs!

I’m redoing my whole account and making its Beatles, Elvis, and all around the decades I love! There will be some rants, fanfics, and really just anything that would be entertaining!

Just a little get to know me!

Some of my favorite Beatles Albums are Rubber Soul, Sgt Peppers, and A Hard Days Night. Some of my favorite Elvis Presley Albums are Promise Land, Good Times, and Elvis. I really would love any ideas for fanfics!

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Who and what I write for.

The Beatles (any era)

John, Paul, George, Ringo.

Elvis Presley (any era)

Fluff, one shots, imagines, series, angst.

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What I will NOT write for.

Smut!! (Ok, yes there might be innuendos but I personally do not feel comfortable with writing that.)

There might be more down the road but that is all I have right now.

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I hope to have a larger audience and possibly requests!

Beatlesdoll out! Peace and Love!!