#george harrison request.

[mouse507]

hi love! can i have anything very soft with george, like him taking care of you when you are really really sad? ily!! ~ billie

Aw this was cute kind of a trigger warning, talk of depression.

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You walked home, so many emotions running through you. Walking home from your job, you were fired from your job as a bartender. It was completely bullshit, your boss had fired you to hire one of their friends. They saw you as the "the least valuable employee, I mean all you do is make drinks, anyone can do that!" The words of your boss running through you're head. You finally felt like you didn't matter again, hot tears ran down your face. You opened the door to your shared apartment and slammed it as soon as you walked it. Your boss was right, you weren't valuable, and anyone could replace you.

It had been so long since you had felt worthless and without hope. Your boyfriend was immediately startled by your violent rage with the door, and stood up to find you. You locked yourself in the bathroom, words flowing through your head like "useless", "worthless", "undeserving". You told yourself that you were unhappy, because only people who matter deserve happiness. You were snapped from your episode on the bathroom floor, to George knocking on the door. "Hey love, everything alright? You're home early what happened?" He asked. You opened the door and began running your mouth, like an engine in a car that was just filled with gas.

"It was such bullshit!" You started, you ran around your apartment crying and yelling about your shit day at work. In the middle of your ranting George held your shoulders, and pulled you into a tight hug. You were shock at what he'd done, all you could do was cry,he held you close to his chest. As you sobbed into him "Love you listen to me, " he pulled you back and looked down at you "I love you, don't you ever forget that. Those people who work with you are all arses, and their opinion doesn't matter. But you, you matter love. Fuck them." He said. You were sweating, your face was red, and you hair a matted mess from running your hands through, and pulling in it in frustration.

He pulled you into him,"You matter my love, you matter to me." You clung onto him hard, and calmed down while standing in the hallway wrapped in his arms. The rest of the day was about making you happy, making your favorite food, and watching your favorite movies, and staying cuddled up all night. Telling you how much he loved you, and how you were your own person, and that you were so strong. He made you felt safe, before you fell asleep that night you whispered, "Thank you, thank you so much dear." You kissed him softly as you fell asleep.

[mouse507]

Is it still ok to send ship asks? Can I get a Beatle ship?? I have brown hair and I’m 5’2 I love girly dainty romantic things, soft pink, perfumes, vintage and I love listening to records and I’m pretty quiet until I find someone I really connect with!

I ship you with George Harrison! I think he enjoys your daintiness and love for vintage things. You could swap records or make excuses to come listen to records with you. "I lost mine", "My record player broke", "Your records arn’t as good as mine, you should come here"

[mouse507]

What should I write about!! Send me a prompt and I- I'll fuckin do it. I'll do the best didtly darn write that ever wrote

For Queen and The Beatles. You send me an idea or prompt, whatever you want smut included, and I got you.

[mouse507]

I'm so fucking busy

To anyone who sent in a request. I'm working in it trust me. I'm just super busy. I forgot my phone in the way to the DMV today. It's just been tiring. I'm non-stop all week this week. But I promise you I'm working.

[mouse507]

I know I've already asked for a George Harrison x reader, but would it be too much to ask for another one after that one? Maybe with the prompt "that's starting to get annoying" with a lil jealous George? I love this man with my entire existence ❤❤ xx

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I'm writing this as a blurb, lol. I haven't found a way to to write this but I got a cute idea.

You and George loved living together, you were always able to just, hangout whenever you wanted. When he asked you you went ballistic, and you moved in that week. Finally you two had been talking about getting a dog. When he FINALLY said yes, you both went to go get a little pup. You both chose on a Yorkie. She was so cute, and you couldn't stop playing with her.

You taught her how sit, you house trained her, thought her high-five. She definitely like you more than George. Even though George names her, her name was Beth. One day you're both sitting on the couch watching TV, and Beth jumps up in your lap, so you start playing her. George sighed "That's getting annoying." You looked over at him, "Shes a puppy, she wants to play. Sorry" you said. Your apology was sarcastic, "Love it's just that, Beth is everywhere! I can't even go to the toilet without her fucking staring me. She always in bed with us, and even now, we can't even watch TV together alone."

You died laughing "George she's a puppy! She doesn't know any better. Don't be so jealous." You said. He scoffed "Me, jealous with over a dog! You're mad." He crosses his arms and looked at the tv again. "Love, you just said you wanted to be alone, and the thing stopping that was Beth. Your jealous. I can give my Georgie some more love." You said wrapped your arms around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Beth jumped up at George, and tried to lick his hands. He picked her up and looked at her. "You're quite the little shit, do you know that? That's what I should've names you." He said. You took her from him and she layed in your lap. You laughed and baby talked to the dog, "Say yes! I am the cutest little shit". You leaned on George and pet Beth while she tried to bite you, because of her teething. Over time she learned how to not be as wild, and George learned to love her, possibly even more than you.

"And here I thought you were a cat person." You said as he played with her on the floor of your living room. Beth is a good dog, he wouldn't trade her for anything.

[mouse507]

28 and 58 with george ?

This is gonna be a lil blurby boy.

28: First kiss 58: knocking things over while kissing.

Sorry this has taken long, I'm literally sitting in the bath writing this. Lol, hope you enjoy!

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The date was perfect, he took you out to dinner, you went walking the town. It was sweet. George didn't even pull out a smoke. You had been friends for a while, through Paul, and he finally got the courage to ask you out on a date.

"Just once? I'll take you out, just let me try." He said. You laughed at him.

"Alright! One date." You laughed. He smiled at you and gave you a hug. He smelt nice, like old cologne and cigarette smoke. It was nice, and unique.

You were at home, putting on a nice simple black dress, that flared out at your hips. You put on some black flats and some simple fake diamond earrings. You could afford real ones. He picked you up when he said he would, and drove you to a nice restaurant. He let you order whatever, but you insisted on paying half. He wouldn't let you, so you just left a tip.

He took you sight seeing out on the town, looking at all the lights of the city, talking about random things and events as you walked down the streets of London. You felt closer to him, and you actually thought about making this a real relationship.

He walked you home, and held hands with you all night. He was so sweet. When he got to your door and held both your hands and looked down at you.

"Well, this is me I guess " You said awkwardly. He laughed.

"Indeed it is." He said chucking.

"Um...do you want to come in for some tea?"

"Sure, a cup wouldn't hurt."

You turned around and opened your door. This was the first time he had been in your house, "I'm sorry for the mess, haven't had company in a while..." There were record on the couch, and wall decor that needed to be hung up in an arm chair. You had some paper work on your table.

You took your jacket off and rushed towards the table to clean it up. You simply set the papers down on the counter in your kitchen, clearing up some space on the table. "Make yourself at home". You said.

George followed you into the kitchen and watched you boil water in the kettle for the tea, "What kind would you like?" You said.

"Whatever you want." He said. He watched you buzz around the kitchen like the busy bee you always are. He watched you put your hair up in a pony tail, as you also looked at the types of tea you had. You grabbed an English breakfast tea. "This'll do." You said. You plopped the tea bags in and leaned against the counter opposite of him.

You stared at each other for a moment. "Wanna show me around your place?" He said. He looked down the hall, perpendicular to your kitchen, looking at the door at the end of it. Assuming it was your bedroom.

"Um yeah sure." You smiled sweetly and you showed him your bathroom, and spare room. And then you got to your room. You opened the door, and it was surprisingly clean. The carpet was nice and empty of little rubbish inside it, and your bed was made. He smiled. "Looks nice, kinda homey". He looked down at you.

"You really have it made Y/n." He stood infront of you. You looked up at him, you stared for a while, and he stared back. Soaking each other in. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. "Is this ok?" He asked. You nodded slowly. You closed your eyes and locked lips. He tasted like the wine he'd had at dinner, and his lips were soft, like dandelions. He thought your lips were the closest things to rose petals as something could get. His hand moved to the back of your neck, as both yours went to his. His other hand went to your waist.

He kissed with more force, and walked forward. You walked back and kissed back with an equal force to his. His eyebrows furrowed, and your legs locked. The hit the edge of the bed, and you both fell onto it. The kiss never broke, he moved down to your neck, asking if it was ok, you nodded in response. He left light kisses on your neck, cheeks, and collar bone. He was going lower with each kiss, and you watched. You legs moved beneath you.

This had never happened to you before, thoughts raced your mind, we're you gonna go all the way? Did he want to? You've never even kissed someone. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud hissing sound. George looked up at you, and you looked down at him. You both began laughing.

He helped you off the bed "way to ruin an evening huh?" He said jokingly. You smiled at him, got on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled at you, he was almost gleaming. You smiled at him "I think I'm ok with going out on a second date."

[mouse507]

53 with george? (also i loved the jealous kiss you did with john it was great! uwu)

This was accidentally posted, while I was editing. Kill me now. :) This was fun to write. It took me a bit. Sorry if it's kinda short, I hope you enjoy it

. 56: against the wall

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You were in the venue of a band, your friend dragged you a long. You sipped from a red Solo cup away from the rest of the crowd. Your friend ran up to you, already having 3 drinks in her, and was laughing with a guy at her side. "Hey y/n. I'm gonna go home with, uh um...." She laughed and whispered in the mans ear "what was your bane again?" She said laughing.

He looked down at her "Nathan" he said. He was tall, gross, and had dirty black hair.

"You have fun dear I'll just walk home" you said. You stayed up against the wall in the back. You were slightly sipping on a drink you had in your hand. You just asked for something light, could be just Pirates Bay Rum and Dr Pepper. That's what it seemed like, fizzing with the faintest taste of nail polish. You watched the crowd jump around and yell for the band playing. You've heard of them before. The Beatles.

You have a few albums you like to play when you clean the house, or are doing mindless tasks. It's nice music to sing along to. You bobbed your head with the music. You took a minute to look at your outfit. An off both shoulders, white flowery top that seemed to scream "I'm the most in experienced adult in the world". It went down to your waist and ruffles at your wrists. Yet from the waist down you were in ripped jeans with high heeled black boots. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you had black and white eye shadow on. You mascara was thick, and your eyes were dark. The blue paint on your nails was slightly chipping on your thumb and pinky, you used your thumb to chill at your pinky. So they were both patchy.

The crowd cheered as the finished up a song, but you hadn't noticed it was over. The lights barely came up, as you looked into your 1/3 full cup. You noticed a figure of stood next to you. You didn't look at them though, instead you chose to look down at one of your shoes, dangerously close to becoming untyed. "Hello there love, enjoy the show?" He asked. His voice was deep with a thick accent. "It was pretty good" I replied. I looked over to see him, he was tall, and he had some long hair, and some slightly long stubble. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette pack, pulled one out, and lit it. I watched him as he took a long drag of the cigarette, and kept it in his lips as he blew smoke out of his nose, and the corner of his mouth.

"I'm George." he stated. "Y/n.", You said back. You looked at him, he was attractive. With the slightest bit of confidence, you grabbed his cigarette out of his mouth, and took a drag of it. He walked in front of you and went to take it back, but you moved your hand and blew smoke in his face. He laughed. He put his hand on the wall next to you, he looked down at you with his dark eyes. You dropped the cigarette, and stomped on it to put it out. He stayed staring, taking every little bit of you in.

The shine of your eyes were like constellations, and your hair was like that of a lion's mane. He he knew your hair color was common, but to him it just seems so unique. Your lips attracted him the most, slightly pink and just a bit plump. The creases of them seemed to fit you so well. He noticed every blemish, every scar, and every mark, and it all was very perfect to him. His other hand placed it self on the back of your neck, and pulled you close, he leaned his head next to your ear. You could hear his long, yet subtle breaths. He inhaled in his nose, taking in your scent. Just your scent alone seemed to send shockwaves down his spine. He slowly whispered.

"May I kiss you?" His hand kept in the wall moved to your waist, and he slowly pushed you back against the wall. You let out a soft:

"Yes." And watched him come infront of you. His eyes were hooded, and you looked at you with his lips slightly parted. He leaned in slowly and kissed you. You knew it was going to happen, but were still surprised when it did. Your hand reached up to run through his hair, your fingers taking in the smooth, roughness of it all.

This kiss deepend as he pushed you more into the wall, he didn't care that certain individuals were around to watch. He just wanted you. He pulled back and looked at you. "Give me your leg." He said. His eyes covered in a cataract like haze of lust. You did so, wrapping it around his waist, he grabbed your other thigh, and pulled it up. You were not wrapped around him. He put him self against the wall and kissed you again while holding you by the thighs.

Your hands continued to run through his hair, as his took in the feeling of your legs. You stop the kiss and look down at him. "I don't even know you." You said. He just laughed and put his forehead against yours "Guess what?" He said leaning in to leave kisses on your neck. "What." You spoke laughing the kisses he spotted tickled you. His head leaned up to your ear "I don't know you either."