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@laymccartney
⠀⠀⠀ ࣪⠀⠀📷⠀⠀ ׅ hi it’s me, lay ⠀⠀ྀི. 17 years!!
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⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ more abt me!!
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⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ 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.
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.