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To this disaster of an intro post, my lovelies
yall I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just here to have a good time and yap about stuff. Oh yeah, I’m also a minor and a Christian :) . My bday is Feb 15 😝. Also, I have a wattpad 🙃 (whoisit25) and my ao3 is also moonwalkingdrummer. Go me lmao
OKAY, I have a bazillion hyperfixations and fandoms so yall take notes
Michael Jackson (moonwalker for life 🙂↕️)
Legend of Zelda + Linked Universe (I love these games so much)
Queen + BoRhap (THOSE ARE MY BOISSS)
Psych (2006) absolute peak of a show
The Nanny (1993) also peak
The Chronicles of Narnia (PETER SUSAN EDMUND AND LUCY ARE MY SIBLINGS YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND)
Prince (relatively new to his music, imma baby fan)
The Land of Stories series (were they written for like 12 year olds? Yes. Do I care? No)
The Beatles (slowly falling down the rabbit hole, mainly bc A Hard Days Night is the funniest thing ever and I love George Harrison, so sue me)
Ducktales (spiritually Louie Duck)
The Greatest Showman (it’s everything you ever want, it’s everything you ever need-)
The Princess Bride (you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means)
Encanto (YES WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT BRUNO, GET YOURSELVES TOGETHER)
Back to the Future movies (mentally married to Marty McFly, mkay?)
and I’m sure there’s more but those are my main ones, the fandoms and things that make me curl into a ball and cry bc of how beautiful it is. Anyways that’s ✨ me and my madness ✨ if you like it, stick around. I’m here to provide quality mentally unwell fangirl content
Laughter is the best medicine
-some person, idk who said that
tl;dr: my headcanons for each of the beatles' (your boyfriend's) sleeping habits!
word count: 2.5.k (ish)
a/n: tysm for all the love everyone showed on the last one, hope you lot enjoy!
JOHN LENNON
most nights, john sleeps peacefully.
he's a medium heavy sleeper and snores a little.
when alone, his arms are curled into his chest or under the pillow at his head and his legs are all crossed up.
for a man with big energy, he sleeps quite timid.
he chronically sleeps with his glasses on and the amount of pairs that he's deformed or straight up lost via sleeping on them is insane.
based off of the picture i posted of him sleeping, he sleeps with two pillows.
stacked vertically on top of each other????
now moving on to when he sleeps with you, he radiates big spoon energy. and he is the big spoon until he falls asleep.
he turns like a rotisserie chicken bro.
so if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, one minute he's spooning you, the next minute you have a face FULL of hair.
remember when i said he sleeps well most nights? yeah well let's talk about the days he DOESNT.
he turns into the most abnormal sleeper ever and i'm sorry for you.
these nights usually occur after a hard, long day at the studio.
i predict that he'll just reanimate like frankenstein and shoot up in the middle of the night which wakes both of you up.
sometimes he's fully awake in a second and can't sleep again.
others his eyes are open... lights are on... but nobody's home.
he'll be unresponsive while 'staring' right at you. it's kinda freaky.
but seconds after you waggle your finger in his face and ask him if he needs anything, he's very dramatically falling back asleep.
you thought he was fibbing when it first happened.
oh yeah and he sleepwalks sometimes.
you should be scared, but it's oddly endearing to lead him back to bed, remember to set his glasses on the desk that are hanging off of his face, caress his arm and watch him fall back to sleep.
in general, when he actually wakes up in the morning, he takes super long to come to his senses and get up.
"five more minutes." yeah right.
you flinched awake, suddenly disoriented by the harsh return to reality. you were home. safe. you craned your head around to peak at the curtain, and saw faint rays of moonlight peaking through the cracks. you let out a huge sigh and then craned your head again to peer at the clock on the adjacent wall. it was a little past 2am. so why were you awake?
your eyes were dry as you blinked them to life and when you turned your body over, you saw the silhouette of john's back. he was sat up with his feet off the bed and hands planted in the mattress at his sides. all you could make out was the steady rise and fall on his shoulders in the dark.
he felt the dip in the mattress and when you settled, he spoke low.
"sorry to wake ya."
john didn't sleep talk at all so you assumed he was wide awake as a result of his restlessness. you reached out to place your warm hand on top of his cooling fingers. you squeezed him, firm. he spared you a side glance but you couldn't see his expression in the dark.
"and m'actually awake." he added. you believed him. there was a dry attempt at humour that sleepy john would never possess. you sensed his reserve. maybe he'd had a nightmare? you weren't sure but you knew whatever he was feeling was still fragile. you took a deep breath and responded, sincere.
"i know, john."
he reached up to rub his face, removing the glasses there and clanking them on the bedside table. he let out a loud exhale and a weight sat on your heart. you snuggled deeper into the covers and retracted your hand from his to pat the space next to you. he reacted to the gesture but didn't move at all.
"would you lay with me a while?" is all you said.
"how could i say no to a face like that?" slowly, he lifted the covers and slid back in the warmth. he laid beside you and scooted closer so you were situated in his chest. he draped a delicate arm around you. you looked up at him, clunky and close.
"can you even see me right now?"
he scoffed, "don't be daft."
that was and wasn't an answer but you chuckled and accepted it anyway. your eyelids started to droop in no time and you rest assured knowing that he would follow your sleepy lead eventually.
PAUL MCCARTNEY
paul sleeps like the hot mess he is
and he's a heavy ass sleeper too.
all the beatle lads HATE it.
you find it hilarious though and sometimes snap photographs of some of the positions he manoeuvres himself into.
in hamburg especially, nobody wanted to sleep in the same bed as paul because he's a notoriously duvet hog and rowdy sleeper.
he thought he'd outgrown it since then.
you reassure him that he has. that it only happens sometimes.
you are lying. he hasn't outgrown anything. it happens every night.
he sleeps with a singular pillow and it genuinely explores the bed.
the reason he sleeps so heavy is because he dreams every night and they are super vivid dreams.
nothing can penetrate his song delivery dream time.
and you've tried.
in the event he does wake up, he startles like a single mother of three.
clutching his chest, gasping, his eyes open and darting everywhere.
funny thing is, he starts off the night great. he sleeps as quiet as a mouse, on his back and arm resting on you/holding your hand.
but somewhere in the night you can't pinpoint, everything goes wrong.
you wake up in the night to disheveled sheets, and now he's on his stomach while body parts hang across your torso.
sometimes there's an arm draped off the bed, knee tented in the air, legs jutting out of the quilt in different positions. his hair will either be astray or clinging to his forehead, slightly sweaty.
maybe a lil drool too.
and as if it was your imagination, by the time you wake up, the room is somehow back to normal?!1?
overtime, you've evolved to navigate a good night’s sleep and wake up feeling somewhat decent. it was hard to adjust to, but you're a trooper.
when paul wakes up in the morning on the other hand.. he’s as unaffected as a princess. maybe it’s his beauty sleep. zero eyebags, no grogginess. he's always the one dragging you out of bed, ready to start the day.
that smug oblivious bastard.
you had just returned from a afternoon shower, towel clung to your damp figure. paul sat absentmindedly at your vanity, preening himself in the mirror. you got changed into some casual home clothes while he hummed something you didn't catch. it was one of those uneventful days, spent lounging around in each others presence.
you were reading some pop magazine laying around. there was a small section that included the beatles, so what else would you do beside your god-given responsibility as his girlfriend but read it out in an exaggerative voice? the segment was clearly written by a crushing fan because rather than being informative, it was endlessly praising their looks.
paul had an influx of compliments towards him, which flattered and tickled him.
"somethin’ funny, pretty boy?" you interrogated.
"no, nothing." he smirked at himself, combing the back of his hair in the reflection. you stood up, stalking behind him and dropping your hands on his shoulders. he squinted slightly.
"what are you doing?" he questioned and you watched him.
"oh, just-" you quickly raised your hands to his hair, ruffling it wildly. "nothing."
safe to say, the play fight that occurred from that left you knackered. you were sprawled across your shared bed, catching you breath when paul groaned and thumped back down at the vanity. he moved towards your top draw.
"this comb's not going to-" he drifted off, mid sentence which piqued your curiosity. you sat up and after panting, asked.
"y’okay, macca?"
there was absurdity laced in his words. "what's all this?!"
you stood, crossing the bedroom fast to peek over his shoulder. your hands rushed to your face to cup a laugh in before it slipped out. sat in paul's hands were dozens of photographs of him in his fitful sleep. he flicked through the selection with his jaw falling further to the ground with each one.
"how long- when- i- why's it still going?!" he cried out and you stood no chance containing your laughter after that.
GEORGE HARRISON
georgie sleeps relatively normal.
he's a light sleeper.
i just know he was overwhelmed bunking with everyone in hamburg.
can't get anything past that one.
he doesn't snore but he does those sleepy grunts intermittently. almost like he's clearing his throat.
when you first hear it, you think he's going to say something.
and then he does.
he sleeptalks. only sporadically though!
it's pure nonsense that he blurts out and it's never more than three words. happens in the early morning so usually you can sleep through it.
on the day you didn't, you murmur a sleepy "huh?"
and boom, he's actually awake.
he then proceeds to gaslight you that he didn't say anything and that he wants to get back to sleep with a sleepy grin. he hushes your objections until you fall back asleep.
he's a still sleeper and will barely move.
his limbs are so lanky that whenever the blanket is any higher than his waist, his feet will poke out of the bottom.
extremely fair with the blanket though, he'll never exile you.
unlike paul.
but he sleeps quite isolated. so close to you but never really tangling his limbs in yours. he’s still undoubtedly protective but it gets him overly warm and if you so much as shuffle to itch your arm, he will wake up.
sleeps with two pillows evenly distributed between both of you. it smells heavily of him and the second your head touches it, K.O. you're out.
his morning voice is frighteningly deep and he stretches like a cat upon getting up.
lowkey prides himself on being a good sleeper.
besides the muttering, of course.
you were laid awake for god knows how long. that stupid evening coffee you had kicked in and the caffeine refused to relent and let you sleep. george on the other hand, had passed out a few hours ago and you'd been testing your willpower not to move despite the jitters buzzing throughout your whole body.
you were surprisingly winning the mental battle, focused on a spot on the ceiling and thinking about how to get to sleep. counting to 1000 failed so bad that after doing it the first time, you did it again. then again. everything was futile.
your attention was pulled from the blank roof since george stirred next to you. you let your head fall to look at him from where you laid on your back. his face was turned away buried in the shoulder outside your view. your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
he spoke, near silent. "don't miss letter."
you cleared your throat to kickstart your sleepy voice. "wha'd you say?"
he replied without moving, a "hmm?"
"you said something, love?" you clarified, turning on your side and he lazily stirred and swooped round to look at you.
"ya sure about tha?"
you pulled your lips into a thin line, faltering in your judgement. you confirmed. "yeah?"
he nodded, completely unconvinced. you saw it in his sleep-ridden features. you started to elaborate.
"hazza, i mean it. you said-"
he brought a hand to your face pushing his huge palm to your mouth to silence you. he started getting sleepy again, speaking over your obstructed words. "sshhh, sshhhh, sshhh, i know."
he reaffirmed nothing in particular and you realised proving anything was pointless. he yawned, wide and obnoxious. this was followed by him sinking further into the bed. the tussle to speak drained some of your energy and you felt the beginnings of sleep start to come.
he’d pay for that in the morning.
RINGO STARR
last but never least.
okay, ringo ACTUALLY sleeps normal.
but don't get me wrong, he has... habits.
like he sleeps like a rock, a log, a brick.
he's the heaviest sleeper out of them all.
however he does not snore! despite the snoring ringo propaganda that we are fed in the ‘a hard days night’ movie because of his nose.
the only noise he's guilty of while asleep is deep breathing.
which makes sense since his head is probably right next to your ear.
the weirdest thing he'd do lowkey is sleep half on TOP of you with his whole weight.
but it's safe to say, a night with ringo is absolutely fantastical.
he goes to sleep and stays asleep, which sounds like it would be inconvenient if you ever wanted to use the toilet or get a glass of water.
but like clockwork, he unravels to let you go when you tug and when you creep back in the mix of the bed, he senses you're back and engulfs you again.
he has two pillows for you both but they are typically pushed to the side by the time you both wake up.
he isn't opposed to being a little spoon either but it's usually not a conscious decision.
haha he'd definitely run really hot in his sleep. with or without you.
it makes the shower in the morning extra therapeutic cause you're both lowkey drenched.
and when he wakes up in the morning, he's blissfully unaware.
of everything.
the brain fog he gets is unreal, but you can pull him through it when you break into a fit of laughs at his obliviousness.
you woke with a groan, which escalated to coughs since your mouth was really dry. it was the morning, that was apparent by the sound of birds outside the flat. you looked down at the body intertwined with yours. ringo looked like a model fastened across your chest like a seatbelt. he had long abandoned his pyjama top, so all you could see was hair and skin. an abundance of both.
you stretched your arm to the bedside table, clutching at the glass half full of water. you pulled it over, steady since you couldn't see it well from your laid position. once your arm was over your head, you tilted the cup and opened your gob to catch the water.
on the plus side, you got most of the water. on the negative side, you underestimated the clamminess of your hand and the sweat that accumulated. this caused the glass to slip and land on your lip.
the impact felt awful. you yelped out in pain, pushing the glass away in the bed. the rest of the water soaked your neck. immediately, your finger rushed to your lip, wincing when you pressed on the area. you could feel it start to swell and if you were any less discombobulated, you might've shed a tear at the pain. you rested your head back on the pillow and was surprised to experience a lapse in consciousness.
you had fallen back asleep somehow?
this time, once fully awake you gave ringo a good shake to get up. he yawned, prying his face off of your torso and blinking into the light. he was sheen with sweat and you supposed that you mirrored exactly how he looked.
you lifted your finger back to your mouth, upset to realise it wasn't a dream and that your lip felt like it was on fire. ringo pushed himself up on his forearms, moving closer to your face.
"happened to ya lip?" he stared, unblinking.
you swallowed before muttering. "how bad is it?"
he grimaced a little. "bruised. swollen."
he stared at you longer before tapping a feather-light kiss to your lips.
a/n: i turn into mei-mei from turning red writing these fics lol. leave a comment and shout at me if you hated it, follow me if you didn't!
gonna make a masterlist soon so everyone can navigate my fics similar to this really easy! also feel free to leave an ask/request :) (i may not write it... but would give credit if i took inspiration from it at all!)
take care, till the next one <3
ay yo, didn’t A Kind of Magic come out today in ‘86??? If I’m wrong feel free to yell at me. So happy birthday to A kind of magic (unless I am told otherwise)
A new brainworm! What if Zelink met as kids first 🥺?!
It'd be so cute if little Link was temporarily assigned to guard & watch over little Zelda ahhh
And then they meet again 7 years later when Link gets re-stationed at the castle!!
Height difference reversal yipeee
No calamity in this AU I think!
Link is slightly older than Zelda, but not by much. I just imagined little Link trying to mother hen little Zelda and it's so cute! He tries to get her to stick to her proper bed time and prayer time, but Zelda is too good at sneaking around😂
Link is probably a bit of a stick in the mud in this AU, but tbf he is responsible for the safety of the kingdom's darling little princess. He takes his job very seriously (as seriously as a 12 year old can lmao)
They become besties eventually, Zelda dragging him around all over the castle causing mischief and shenanigans!!
But then Link pulls the Master Sword after a few months, so he's relieved from duty of being Zelda's guard & gets sent out to train / eradicate monsters all over Hyrule. Zelda loses her friend :(
And then the reunion happens 7 years later!!! Zelda remembers Link being so much taller than her back then, always nagging her like a mother hen, chasing her around the castle court whenever she skipped prayers, etc. He got riled up so easily it was kinda cute. She looks forward to meeting her childhood bestie again...!!
But the Link she reunites with is quite different. For one, he's smaller than her now (cute). But he's also gotten so serious and quiet. When Zelda suggests mischief to get a rise out of him, he just quietly nods and follows behind her silently, like a guard that he should be... How boring! He must've gone through quite a lot to have changed this much.
Now Zelda is on a mission to get past Link's serious mask and befriend him again!
And ofc they eventually get together! Don't mind the alpha/omega assignment in the 2nd pic hehe I just thought younger Zelda topping older Link would be sooo cute, ok I'm done rambling thank you for coming to my tedtalk
