Please, Please Me.

Lyddie - 22 - Beatle Worshipper - Ur Friendly-Neighbourhood Hippie 

[sweetlilpaulie]

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

𝕁 𝕠 𝕙 𝕟

➼ ꪻ꠸ꪀꪗ ᦔꪖꪀᥴꫀ᥅

➼ ᧁꪮ ᭙꠸ꪻꫝ ꫝ꠸ꪑ

➼ ᭙ꫝꪗ ᦔꪮ ᭙ꫀ ꫝꪖꪻꫀ, ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ ᭙ꫀ ᥴꪮꪊꪶᦔ ꪶꪮꪜꫀ?

➼ ꪀꫀꪜꫀ᥅ ꪶꫀꪖꪜꫀ ꪑꫀ

➼ ꪶ꠸ꪻꪻꪶꫀ ꪖꪀᧁꫀꪶ

➼ ꪻ᭙꠸ᦓꪻ ꪖꪀᦔ ᦓꫝꪮꪊꪻ

➼ ꫝ꠸, ꫝ꠸, ꫝ꠸

ℙ 𝕒 𝕦 𝕝

➼ ꫝꫀꪶꪶꪮ, ᦓꪻ᥅ꪖꪀᧁꫀ᥅.

➼ ᭙ꫀꪶꪶ, ꪻꫝꪖꪻ'ᦓ ꫀꪑ᥇ꪖ᥅᥅ꪖᦓᦓ꠸ꪀᧁ.

➼ ᥴ꠸ꪖᥴᥴꪮꪀꪖ ꠸ꪀ ᦔ ꪑ꠸ꪀꪮ᥅

➼ ꪻꪮꪮ ꪶ꠸ꪻꪻꪶꫀ, ꪻꪮꪮ ꪶꪖꪻꫀ.

➼ ꪶ꠸ᛕꫀ ᠻꪖꪻꫝꫀ᥅, ꪶ꠸ᛕꫀ ᦓꪮꪀ.

➼ ꪑꪗ ᥇ꫀꪖꪊꪻ꠸ᠻꪊꪶ ᥇ꪮꪗ

➼ ꠸'ꪶꪶ ᥇ꫀ ᭙ꪖ꠸ꪻ꠸ꪀᧁ ᠻꪮ᥅ ꪗꪮꪊ.

➼ ꪶ'ꪖꪑꪮꪊ᥅ ꫀᦓꪻ ꪖꪜꫀꪊᧁꪶꫀ.

➼ ꪻꪖᛕꫀ ꪑꫀ ꫝꪮꪑꫀ

➼ ꪶ꠸ꪻꪻꪶꫀ ᦓꫝꪖᦔꪮ᭙

➼ ᥇ꫀꪻ᭙ꫀꫀꪀ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪶ꠸ꪀꫀᦓ

➼ ᠻꫀꫀꪶᦓ ꪶ꠸ᛕꫀ ꫝꪮꪑꫀ

➼ ᠻꪮ᥅ꫀꪜꫀ᥅ ᦔꪮꫀᦓꪀ'ꪻ ᦓꫀꫀꪑ ꪶꪮꪀᧁ ꫀꪀꪮꪊᧁꫝ, ᦔꪮꫀᦓꪀ'ꪻ ꠸ꪻ?

➼ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ ᭙ꫀ ᭙ꫀ᥅ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊꪀᧁ

➼ ꫝꪮ᭙ ᥴꪮꪊꪶᦔ ꠸ ꫀꪜꫀ᥅ ᠻꪮ᥅ᧁꫀꪻ ᭙ꫝꪖꪻ'ᦓ ꫝ꠸ᦓ ꪀꪖꪑꫀ?

➼ ᠻ᥅ꫀᦓꫝ ᥅ꪮᦓꫀ

➼᭙ꫀ᥅ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶꪮꪮᛕ꠸ꪀ' ᠻꪮ᥅ ꪑꫀ?

𝔾 𝕖 𝕠 𝕣 𝕘 𝕖

➼ ᥴꪊꪻꫀ ꪖᦓ ꪖ ᛕ꠸ꪻꪻꫀꪀ

➼ ᦓꪊᧁꪖ᥅, ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀ ꪖꪀᦔ ꫀꪜꫀ᥅ꪗꪻꫝ꠸ꪀᧁ ꪀ꠸ᥴꫀ.

➼ ᦔ᥅ꫀꪖꪑꪗ

➼ ᦔꪮꪀ'ꪻ ꪗꪮꪊ ᦓ᭙ꫀꫀꪻ ꪻꪖꪶᛕ ꪑꫀ.

➼ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪑꪖᧁ꠸ᥴꪖꪶ ꪖꪀᦔ ꪑꪗᦓꪻꫀ᥅꠸ꪮꪊᦓ ᭙꠸ᦓꫝ꠸ꪀᧁ ᭙ꫀꪶꪶ

➼ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪑꪖᧁ꠸ᥴꪖꪶ ꪖꪀᦔ ꪑꪗᦓꪻꫀ᥅꠸ꪮꪊᦓ ᭙꠸ᦓꫝ꠸ꪀᧁ ᭙ꫀꪶꪶ ρꪻ.꠸꠸

➼ ꪑꫀꫀꪻ ꪑꫀ ꪊꪀᦔꫀ᥅ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪖρρꪶꫀ ꪻ᥅ꫀꫀ

➼ ꪻꫝ꠸ᦓ ᥴꫝꪖꪀᧁꫀᦓ ꪀꪮꪻꫝ꠸ꪀᧁ

➼ ᦓꪻꪖꪀᦔ ꪖ ꪶ꠸ꪻꪻꪶꫀ ᥴꪶꪮᦓꫀ᥅

➼ ꪀꪮ ꪻꫀꪀᧁꪖᦓ ꪑ꠸ꫀᦔꪮ

ℝ 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 𝕠

➼ ꪗꪮꪊ ᦓꫝꪮꪊꪶᦔ ᥴꪖ᥅ꫀ

➼ ᭙ꪖꪻᥴꫝ ꪗꪮꪊ᥅ᦓꫀꪶᠻ, ᦔꪮꪶꪶ.

➼ ᥅ꫀꪑꫀᦔꪗ

➼ ᥇꠸ꪻꪻꫀ᥅ ᭙꠸ꪀꫀ

➼ ꠹ꪊᦓꪻ ꪖ ᦓ꠸ρ ꪮᠻ ꪻꫀꪖ.

➼ ꠸ ꪶ꠸ᛕꫀ ᥅ꪖ꠸ꪀ᥇ꪮ᭙ᦓ.

𝔹 𝕖 𝕖 𝕥 𝕠 𝕝 𝕤

➼ ᦓ᭙ꫀꫀꪻ ꪻꪮꪮꪻꫝ

➼ ᦔꪖ᥅ꪶ꠸ꪀᧁ, ꪑꪮꪀꫀꪗ'ᦓ ꪖꪶꪶ ꠸ ᭙ꪖꪀꪻ

➼ ꪶ꠸ꪖ᥅, ꪶ꠸ꪖ᥅

➼  ꪶ꠸ꪖ᥅, ꪶ꠸ꪖ᥅ ρꪻ.꠸꠸

❥❥❥

𝕐𝕒’𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥’ 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

[sweetlilpaulie]

Mah dahling Boys. ♡

[sweetlilpaulie]

Want to work on a story.

Trying to decide between Paul or George.

Tell me what you’d like. :D

[sweetlilpaulie]

Some Guy: I'm sorry, I can't take a girl seriously that carries around a little hydro-flask.

Me: Oh, I see. Well, perhaps if that girl swung a hydro-flask near your face, maybe you'd take her more seriously.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Uhm, can we talk about this photo?

[sweetlilpaulie]

hi, i dunno if you still do requests or anything, but if you do could you perhaps do something with john kinda like murder mystery or something, where he's like a detective and your the journalist on the case or something?? idk if this is too complicated, srry, lolll

Not at all! Got the brain juices flowing! Thanks for the idea!

[sweetlilpaulie]

Dead As A Door Nail

Request for John as a detective of a murder mystery. (I decided to make this Maxwell Silver Hammer-esque. Please enjoy this mess of an idea, loll)

John x Reader.

Caution: MURDER ig, Language, kinda graphic description of a dead body,oops. (this is one of those with all of those references, im sorry but not sorry)

Enjoy, my cuties.

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There was nothing (y/n) loved more than a good story.

It happened that today was just one of those days there was a good story to tell.

Joan Anderson was found brutally murdered inside her apartment. There was no weapon to be found, only a bloodstained carpet, and few hairs from what appears to be the killer. They are bringing it in to have the hairs analysed. 

She could just see the big bold letters on the front of the papers.

And the money rolling in.

Not that she like murder of course, but a girl had to make a living.

Many people were standing outside Joan’s apartment, looking for the same story to tell to their newspapers, and (y/n) had just managed to squeeze in at the front.

“Joan Anderson had several abrasions on her head, this indicates she was hit with a large object on the head, proving that this was no accident.”

“If it was no accident, then who are the suspects?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out.”

The Chief, went back inside to the chagrin of the journalists and photographers. 

Feeling courageous, (y/n) slid past the yellow tape, and opened the door to the apartment. 

“M’am you can’t be in there.” a stern voice came from behind her.

She ignored him.

Then, she saw the dead body of a young woman, her eyes wide in what must have been the most horrible memory of her her life, and unfortunately her last. There was blood seeping into the carpet and smeared lightly on her beautiful white dress. 

“What’s she doing here?” a voice suddenly appeared, taking her out of her thoughts.

“I told her not to come in.” a burly man with a large moustache scowled. 

“I’m sorry m’am but this is not a zoo. Please leave.”

“I thought I could perhaps get a clearer picture of what happened.” She remarked, pulling out a notebook.

“Absolutely not! Please leave now before I get someone to escort you out.” the officer was starting to get impatient. 

“It’s alright. Let her write her notes.” came another voice. 

The officer turned around in surprise. 

So did (y/n).

The man who had spoken was squatting low, scanning the wounds on her head. He had thick rounded glasses which were starting to slide off his nose.

“You can stay as long as you stay out of my way.” he looked at her knowingly.

A giddy excitement filled her.

“Of course.” 

There was a slight pause. She clearly wanted to know this man’s name. It was important to know the detective on the case.

“Lennon. John Lennon.” He finally spoke, pulling off a glove and raising a hand to shake.

She scribbled this down.

“And you are...?”

“(y/n) (y/l/n), from the Sun.” she replied.

He nodded knowingly.

“Remember, so long as you stay out of the way.”

Oh yes, this was the kinda of story she needed.

She watched agent Lennon seem to scan the bloodstains, as if deep in thought, making strange gestures, and walking back and forth.

“She wasn’t facing her killer head on, that much is clear.” He seemed to mutter to himself. “And the object seems heavy and flat, perhaps....”

“A hammer maybe?” You knew you shouldn’t be distracting him, but you knew this sort of thing. Lots of books and articles.

He looked at you with an air of surprise.

“Yes, like a hammer.”

“Lennon, I have the file you were asking for.” and officer came holding a folder with papers.

“All the information we have on Joan Anderson.”

He scanned through it.

“Age 25, Caucasian, Parents Pat and David Anderson, No siblings, Studying at the College of Birmingham, blah blah blah....” 

He looked up at the officer.

“This is it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sighed in disappointment.

“Talk to the parents, see if they have any information on people she was close to, boyfriends and the lot.”

The officer nodded.

“Right away.”

Agent Lennon rubbed his tired eyes behind the coke bottle glasses.

“God, I need a drink.” he murmured.

(y/n) felt this was a good place to stop, and come back tomorrow to see if there had been any more information.

Just as she was about to head through the door, she heard someone speak.

“’ey lass!”

She turned around, raising a questioning brow. 

“Yes Mr. Lennon?”

“Enough with the formalities.” he snorted “Call me John.”

“Alright then, John.”

“Would you like a drink?”

This surprised you. After all, you’d noticed the gold band on his left hand.

“I’d like to pick your brain.”

“About what?”

“I heard ya. You know this stuff. It’s good to get another perspective, y’know.”

She felt slightly flattered.

“Er...alright.”

He smiled lightly.

“Lemme grab my coat, and I’ll take you.”

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They were sipping some sort of concoction, Brandy Alexander, John called it, and he asked her question after question, making him seem more like the journalist than she was. 

“Why’d you get into journalism?”

She shrugged.

“I dunno. Suppose I just like writing things.”

“You’d make a good investigator y’know.”

“I suppose. I am very observant.”

There was a moment of silence in which they both sipped their drinks.

“I really actually wanted to be a novelist.” she finally piped up. 

He grinned.

“Really? Why didn't ‘cha do it?”

She looked at the ground sadly, as if lost in a painful memory.

“Never got it published.”

He snorted.

“Ah, fuck ‘em. Self publish, that’s what I’d do.”

She shrugged, lightly. “There’s no point now. Gave up on the idea years ago.”

“That’s a shame. You wouldda been a great author.”

Oh, I don’t know. Maybe. But, I was never given the chance.” 

He looked at her with nothing but deep curiosity. Something about this woman fascinated him and he couldn’t help but to keep asking questions.

The way his eyes delved so deep into her soul, she started to feel knots in her stomach.

“Uhm, are you married?” (y/n) finally blurted out. Her cheeks started to burn.

He looked taken aback by the question.

“Er....no. Me wife got hit in a car accident back in 66.” 

“Oh my God, I’m sorry I didn’t know.” she was so embarrassed by her mistake, she looked everywhere but his face.

“‘ts alright, ya didn’t know. I wear the ring as a reminder.”

She nodded in understanding.

“Of course.”

There was an awkward silence between them.

John finally cleared his throat.

“Look. I dunno about you, but I’d really like more of your help on this case, you’d be perfect for the job. That way, you’ll have your story, and I can finish this case. Are you in?”

She raised her eyebrows.

“You want me to help?”

He smiled again.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you of course.”

“Alright? That would absolutely be wonderful!” she cried, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

Realising what she was doing she let go of him quickly after.

“Sorry, I was just so excited.” she flushed.

He chuckled.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind. If you’re ever excited again feel free to kiss me if you like.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened to platters, as he stood up and winked, walking towards the exit.

Turning around, he raised an eyebrow.

“You comin’ or what?”

“Yes.” she barely breathed.

And so she did.

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Hmm, I dunno there might be more to this story? Haven’t decided yet.

Hope you enjoyed it! So sorry it took so long, loll. 

Peace and Love always,

Lyddie

[sweetlilpaulie]

Lyrics:

We were talking about the space between us all And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse the truth Then it's far too late When they pass away We were talking about the love we all could share When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew

Try to realise it's all within yourself No one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small And life flows on within you and without you

We were talking about the love that's gone so cold And the people who gain the world and lose their soul They don't know They can't see Are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find Peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one And life flows on within you and without you.

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Enjoy.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Lyrics:

If I needed someone to love You're the one that I'd be thinking of If I needed someone If I had some more time to spend Then I guess I'd be with you my friend If I needed someone Had you come some other day Then it might not have been like this But you see now I'm too much in love Carve your number on my wall And maybe you will get a call from me If I needed someone Ah, ah, ah, ah If I had some more time to spend Then I guess I'd be with you my friend If I needed someone Had you come some other day Then it might not have been like this But you see now I'm too much in love Carve your number on my wall And maybe you will get a call from me If I needed someone Ah, ah.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Okay, but this is lowkey like my favourite picture now.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Hi, Hi, Hi

John x Reader

Caution: DRUG USE (includes readers first trip) Language, Suggestive content

Enjoy, my cuties

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California was crazy.

You could always count on something to go on.

It was your 20th birthday, and your friends had managed to snatch a spot at a very popular club down in L.A. Gabby, the wildest of the bunch was friends with the club owner.

So, still underage you had somehow managed to get indoors without any notice nor care from the bouncer. 

It was nice to have connections.

You had never been to a club before.

Sneaking shots behind the movie theatre? Sure. Rolling a few joints after school in the field? No problem.

But, this was different. 

Everyone here was wild, vibrant, and unafraid of anything.

Colours danced across the room, and glasses full of gaudy cocktails, sloshed around to the beat of the music. 

What a time to be alive.

Stella and Gabby were pulling you farther into the crowd, gesturing to the bar, on the other side of the club.

Once you had made it, you tugged your miniskirt back down, as it had ridden up amongst all the swaying bodies.

“What’ll it be ladies?”

“Bloody Mary for me.” Stella replied briskly.

“Gin and Tonic.”

They turned to you, and your heart beat quickened.

“Er...Sangria, please.” you mumbled incoherently.

Thankfully, he understood your gibberish, and went on working on the drinks.

They looked somewhat relived that you had managed to not look like you had no idea what to do. I mean, you’d had moonshine and all the potent liquors straight from the bottle, but never anything fancy, or “proper” as your friends would put it. 

“Happy Birthday (y/n)!” Gabby grinned, raising her glass.

You all clinked them together.

“Cheers to a full and exciting life.”

You smiled.

“Thanks guys, I’m really glad I could come out tonight.”

They nodded.

“It’s a miracle we convinced your mother!” Stella laughed.

“You mean lied to.” You rolled your eyes. “If I had known, you two troublemakers would have taken me here, I wouldn’t have come!”

“Sure you would have.” Gabby winked. 

“Alright, maybe I would have.” You admitted, chuckling. 

“Say, don’t he look familiar?” Stella nudged both of you.

You turned to see what exactly she was talking about.

When you found it, you internally groaned. 

Why is he here?

Seeming to sense your discomfort, Stella quickly changed the subject.

“C’mon don’t worry about it. Have another drink.” she pushed another glass towards me.

You nodded slowly, but you didn’t stop looking in his direction.

Patrick Baker was a friend of yours in high school.

A few months after you had graduated, he asked you out.

You liked him a lot and so you two started dating. 

It wasn’t until the sixth date, you realised he was dating several other women at the same time.

And for some reason, you didn’t break up with him.

You finally confronted him about it, months later, when he disappeared for an entire weekend for a ‘business trip.’  

He tried to apologise, but you were beyond angry. 

And so, ten months ago, you broke it off with him.

The scars you thought were gone, came back with a vengeance. 

It was hard to concentrate on anything. 

“Forget I even mentioned him.” Stella pleaded.

“It’s fine. It’s almost been a year, I’ve gotten over it.” you tried to force a smile, that was clearly plastic.

Who were you kidding? You suddenly felt in no mood to party.

Gabby coaxed you to stay with more drinks, and the more you had, the more relaxed you felt.

“C’mon let’s go dance!”

Your friends pulled you, who was reluctant, off the seat.

“Oh, alright then.”

You were between what seemed hundreds of sweating, bodies, and you could feel the energy and warmth pulsating off them.

They almost seemed so entranced with the music, they couldn't get tired. You wished you could feel that way. You were starting to feel worn out. 

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Someone had tapped you on the shoulder.

You looked into their eyes, and were met with familiar icy blue orbs.

“Patrick.” you barely whispered.

He grinned widely, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“(y/n), looking as good as ever.”

Your heart quickened slightly.

Ugh, not now.

Trying to put on a stern face, your lips dipped downwards, into a frown.

“What are you doing here?” 

He chuckled.

“Just happened to want a drink.” he shrugged.

“It’s your birthday, isn't it?”

You didn’t respond.

You wanted to leave.

But your ride home was lost somewhere in the crowd.

“Yeah.”

He nodded.

“I still remember.” 

“Well, there’s no point in that.” you chuckled bitterly.

“Oh, c’mon, you know I still care about you.”

You glared at him.

“Yeah, sleeping with other women really gave me that impression.”

Before he could say another word, you pushed him as much as your drunken-self could muster.

“Go screw yourself Patrick.”

“Yeah, go screw yourself!” a voice called out of nowhere.

You turned around, and eyebrow raised.

And who should it be, but John Lennon, the Beatle himself, with Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

Your jaw almost dropped in shock.

They all beckoned you closer. 

“What, me?”

They were all laughing, smiling, and bouncing around. You had never seen so much energy before.

“Yes, c’mere doll. Join us!”

You weren’t exactly sure why on earth a Beatle was talking to you, but you weren’t about to complain.

You walked in their direction.

“Er...thanks for that.”

John shrugged, seeming not to see a big deal about it.

“Guy were lookin’ fer a shag. You’re far too pretty fer ‘im.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“And your not?” you sassed back, immediately panicking after.

You just insulted John Lennon for God’s sake! That must have been a strong drink.

Thankfully, he laughed.

“Never said I weren’t.” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes at this.

You were glad for the company since your friends had abandoned you, in search of some attractive men to go after. You chuckled lightly at the thought of Stella and Gabby seeing Paul McCartney here. 

But, you somehow felt out of place, and not just because you weren’t a famous musician. They seemed to be somewhere else, almost in another plane of existence, where they were extraordinarily contented.

It was then you realised what it was.

You had seen a similar face when Gabby had her first hit of acid.

They were on LSD.

Now you yourself steered away from it, you didn’t have an inclination to hallucinate. When Gabby had offered you some that time, you shook your head.

“I’d like to keep from talking to plants, thanks very much.”

“You’re no fun.” and with that she dropped a sugar cube into her coffee, and quickly consumed it.

There wasn’t many times you could recall being so willing to try anything you were offered, but tonight seemed to be one of those unusual nights.

To be fair, if you were going to try it, might as well do it with the Beatles.

“Ever gotten high before?” John asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

You shrugged.

“Sure, a few times. Mostly herbal smokes though.” 

“Want ta try somethin’ more...exotic?” he continued to have a large grin plastered on his face.

You almost said no.

But then you turned, and saw the Patrick with his smirk and those cold eyes you had loved not so long ago. And quickly, his eyes met yours. There was almost a jealousy in them. So of course, being drunk enough to make most likely stupid decisions, you turned back to John, eyes full of mischief.

“Fuck it. Why the Hell not?”

They summoned someone out of the depths, who passed you a cup of coffee.

“Drink up.”

So you did.

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You didn’t feel anything at first.

You just danced with the boys, for what seemed like hours. 

You had no idea where you party went, and you didn’t really care at this point. You were having loads of fun with these handsome scousers, who seemed to also enjoy having you around.

You were climbing up the winding staircase when you started to feel something. Your body tingled, and you felt elevated somehow, the stairs seeming easier to climb with each step.

Colours were more vibrant.

Your gaze wandered to the almost neon cocktails, and pulled another blue one from the platter.

You could taste the blue.

“This is fucking wild, I can taste the colours!” you exclaimed.

“Well you know what they say,” John commented, “You don’t truly know a colour until you’ve tasted it.”

Maybe it was the several strong drinks you’d been consuming, or the incredibly hallucinogenic drug you’d taken, but you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him.

With no inhibitions left, you pulled the collar of his shirt towards you and kissed him.

His mouth melded with yours, and he pulled your waist closer to his body, clearly wanting this as much as you did.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing the entrance, and once allowed access, danced with your own. Your teeth bit down harshly on his lower lip and he groaned.

“God, woman. Yer gunna be the end of me.”

You smirked.

“You’re welcome.”

You continued your heated make out session, much to the annoyance of a certain blue eyed boy, you had forgotten even existed at this point.

“What’s got you with the long face, dude?”

He shook his head.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Still, he looked at you longingly, wishing he could be the one who had you so enthralled. 

You were oblivious of everything except John; you felt more connected with him that you had felt with any other creature on the planet.

Once you had finally pulled away, you both were breathing heavily, but smiling sure enough.

“It’s my birthday today.”

You didn’t know why you felt the need to tell him, but you just did.

“Well (y/n), has it been a good birthday?”

You grinned from ear to ear.

“Yeah, real good.”

He grabbed your hand tightly.

“C’mon. Let me make it...more memorable.” he winked suggestively at you.

You nodded shyly, and let him lead you down someplace.

Let’s just say you had the best birthday you could ever wish for.

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Ok, this ended kinda eh, but I tried ok?! I’m still a bit rusty and I’m trying guys! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this shit. 

Peace and Love Always,

Lyddie.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Lyrics:

In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun 'Til we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all aboard Many more of them live next door And the band begins to play

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Full steam ahead, Mister Boatswain, full steam ahead Full steam ahead it is, Sergeant Aye-aye, sir, aye-aye Captain, captain

As we live a life of ease Every one of us Has all we need Sky of blue And sea of green In our yellow Submarine

We all live in a yellow submarine A yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine A yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

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OMG, I’m sorry guys.

I may or may not have caught COVID and got stuck in England....lol.

I promise I didn’t die, lol and I WILL get back and work on my story.

Anyways, peace and love my dudes.

L.M.

[sweetlilpaulie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGE!!!!!!

Sending all the love your way today. <3<3<3

We wish you a happy 79th, wherever you are.

All through the day I me mine, I me mine, I me mine All through the night I me mine, I me mine, I me mine

Now they're frightened of leaving it Everyone's weaving it Comin' on strong all the time

All through the day I me mine

All I can hear I me mine, I me mine, I me mine Even those tears I me mine, I me mine, I me mine

Frightened of playing it Everyone's saying it Flowing more freely than wine

All through your life I me mine, mm

I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you

But it's gonna take money A whole lotta spending money It's gonne take plenty of money To do it right, child

It's gonna take time A whole lot of precious time It's gonna take patience and time, mmm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it right, child

I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it's for real The feelings that I feel I know if I put my mind to it I know that I really can do it

I got my mind set on you (Set on you) I got my mind set on you (Set on you)

But it's gonna take money A whole lotta spending money It's gonna take plenty of money To do it right, childIt's gonna take time Whole lot of precious time It's gonna take patience and time, mmm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it right

I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it's for real The feelings that I feel I know if I put my mind to it I know that I really can do it

But it's gonna take money A whole lotta spending money It's gonna take plenty of money To do it right, child

It's gonna take a-time A whole lot of precious time It's gonna take patience and time, mmm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it right

I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you I got my mind set on you

[sweetlilpaulie]

Lyrics:

For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo Fanques' Fair, what a scene Over men and horses hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire In this way Mr. K will challenge the world

The celebrated Mr. K Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishops Gate The Hendersons will dance and sing As Mr. Kite flies through the ring, don't be late Messrs. K. and H. assure the public Their production will be second to none And of course Henry the Horse dances the waltz

The band begins at ten to six When Mr. K performs his tricks without a sound And Mr. H will demonstrate Ten somersets he'll undertake on solid ground Having been some days in preparation A splendid time is guaranteed for all And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill.

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I love the smooth transition, it’s *chef’s kiss*

P.S. New story coming soon. Be ready ;)

[sweetlilpaulie]

Lyrics:

One, two, three, four One, two (one, two, three, four)

Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, nineteen for me 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five percent appear too small Be thankful I don't take it all 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman

I'll tax the street (If you try to sit, sit) I'll tax your seat (If you get too cold, cold) I'll tax the heat (If you take a walk, walk) I'll tax your feet (Taxman)'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman

Don't ask me what I want it for (Ah, ah, Mr. Wilson) If you don't want to pay some more (Ah, ah, Mr. Heath) 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die (taxman) Declare the pennies on your eyes (taxman) 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman And you're working for no one but me (taxman)

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Enjoy.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Can I request a ringo smut (if you do smut) where fem reader and Ringo fight but then make up and then make love?

I'd love to, but unfortunately I've attempted smut before and it always turns out shitty. :/ Maybe in the future though, i'll try to work on it a bit more :) Thanks for asking though!

[sweetlilpaulie]

Thaaas boyyy...