#beatles headcannons

[sunflowersinthedirt]

AFTER SHOW | PAUL MCCARTNEY 🎸

Where Paul really wants you and can't stand hiding it anymore OR where you have low self-esteem and don't see yourself as feminine and beautiful enough to attract anyone's attention.

female!reader, fluff.

| mentions of alcohol and pot, mature language and reader not feeling feminine enough. Written in first person. |

english is not my first language and gifs are not mine.

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1965.

Nothing could have prepared me to see Paul being interviewed after the tenth show of that tour in the hotel by this girl. Sure, it was a usual scene, but she… She was beautiful. Red-haired, medium height, and rosy-skinned. She looked like one of those porcelain dolls people order for decoration. Delicate, polite and apparently funny. The hazel eyes of the english singer were solely focused on her, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

It made me sad in a way. But my mind couldn't figure out if it was because Paul was close to such a beautiful woman with a courteous smile for so long without me seeing him next to a woman, or if it was because she was everything I was not: Too beautiful.

The truth is it was always like this. I always had to compare myself with every woman who got close to the boys. I had been working with the Beatles for almost four months and had yet to see any erratic behavior from them towards me or any woman - They´are flirty, but not disrespectfull. Far from me wanting all of them, but sometimes a doubt would light up inside me: Am I pretty enough for a Beatle to notice me? Of course, not just them, but any man.


I walked down the hotel hall to my room, not wanting to notice anyone's presence there and hoping they wouldn't see me either. I went up to the corridor of the rooms so quickly that not even a camera flash would catch me if someone photographed me there. I heard footsteps behind me and felt a tap on my arm.

— Where are you going in such a hurry, luv? — It was Paul. His warm touch sent an electric current and a shiver through my stomach. I felt my face heating up too, but it could have been the wine Brian offered me earlier at the after show. — To my room. — I replied, a bit intoxicated by his scent and how close he was to me. Either I was too tipsy for having had two glasses of weak Chilean wine with Brian Epstein, or Paul's eyes had a different sparkle that night.

— Can I be your company? — He asked boldly and irresistibly. — I want to get out of here too.

I nodded positively. Paul and I walked down the room corridor, and I felt drained by the energy of the place. Paul seemed tired and high... His eyes continued to disturb me. I couldn't judge him because I was this high too.

His eyes shone and disturbed me in an attractive way, of course. After seeing him with the red-haired girl, I started comparing myself to her automatically. I wasn't unkempt, but I didn't feel feminine enough either. It was always a battle to get ready and force myself to see myself as a feminine woman. And being in Paul's company that night had a strange atmosphere.

Why would he prefer to stay with someone like me, so clumsy? He was my best friend... But what could I offer him if we were seen together? In my mind, we simply didn't match. Paul and I were closer because we had similar tastes. I adored him, and he was totally my type. A Liverpool gentleman, contrary to the thoughts of people who had prejudice against Liverpudlians. He liked photographs, good music, and had accompanied me (when he had time) to cinemas and theaters.

When I entered that room, I had almost forgotten he was my company that night. A cold, electrifying air passed through me, and my body shivered. I felt small in the vastness of the night of the tenth show of that tour. I was too lucky and knew it, knew that girls my age would die and kill to be in my place and work with the Beatles.

— What's wrong with you? — He asked, breaking the silence. A tone of concern was perceived. — You seem too quiet today.

I threw myself onto the double bed in the room. It was soft, comfortable, and had pocket springs. I heard the springs' noise, and my body wobbled a bit with the impact of my lazy throw onto it. I wanted to stay in that position forever if possible.

— It's nothing. — I lied. I didn't want to worry Paul. He and the other guys had an incredible performance at the show today. Brian was proud and trusted me blindly to accompany them in all this madness. — Just tired, and I drank too.

Paul threw himself on the mattress next to me, very close to me. Now we both stared at the white ceiling of the hotel room.

— Darling, stop it. I know when something is wrong with you. I didn't even see you smile today. — Paul commented, now turning to me. He knew, he knew me well... And I kind of hated myself for making it too obvious. It took me a while to turn to him and take my eyes off that ceiling.

Not because the hotel room ceiling was more interesting than Paul but because I could commit a big madness being centimeters away from his face. I could blame the earlier glasses of Chilean wine or realize that I had been in love with Paul for a long time and stop hurting myself so much. I knew this would end our friendship in a bad way.

— I smiled when you guys were on stage. — I didn't look at him. I could feel Paul's gaze burning my cheeks.

— I didn't see... — He said, his voice huskier, whining. Almost a moan. — Look at me, love. Tell me what's going on, hm? — He pleaded. I felt butterflies in my stomach. The wine's effect seemed to be affecting me more than it should.

I started to wonder if there was something more in the wine or if I was drunk intoxicated by Paul.

— Paulie... — I whispered his name, finally looking at him. I wanted to laugh nervously, so I bit my lips. Paul looked at me with the most needy expression in the world at that moment. Either that or I was going completely crazy...

Shit. He's beautiful, and I really liked him.

— Hm? — He murmured softly in response to me calling him. His eyes were low and dark, a look I had never seen in all this time working with the Beatles. — If I ask you something, would you be upset with me? — He asked, his voice low and firm.

— You know that I can't be angry with you. Just.. go ahead...— I blinked quickly, trying not to appear intoxicated by him.

— Can I? — He sounded nervous. — I mean, can I kiss you, darling? — He asked me. His hazel eyes locked on mine.

I took a deep breath, trying to process what I had just heard. It wasn't possible, was it? He wanted to kiss me. He. Wanted. To. Kiss. Me.

— Paul, I-

— I'm sorry. — He interrupted me, and I felt like an idiot. His eyes darkened, and the boy's face now had a sad expression. He sat on the bed with his back to me.

— Paul, I...

— It's just that I'm feeling different. I don't want to mess up our friendship. — He interrupted me again, and honestly, I couldn't be mad at him for interrupting me. I sat on the bed. Paul looked at the lamp, his long and curved eyelashes making a perfect drawing on his eyelid. I confirmed that even his profile was beautiful. — I'm kind of tired of this. And you keep disturbing my thoughts, you know? I can't sleep without thinking about you. — He finally confessed, now looking back at me. His thick lips moist and shining with his saliva.

My heart felt like a philharmonic band. He was driving me crazy.

— Y/N, I don't want to lose your-

I interrupted him and did the craziest thing. I silenced him with my lips on his. Paul gently held my face, his thumbs relaxed on my right cheek. I wanted to go fast, thirsty for him, he wanted to go slow. He tamed me like no one else could that night, tilting his head to deepen the lazy kiss. I felt like I would melt there... His mouth was warm, moist, the taste of wine sweetening my mouth. It was intimate and moved me like no man had ever done. The need for air became apparent, and we pulled apart, Paul still daring to steal a peck. Our lips swollen and red.

Suddenly, I felt shy. I had indeed kissed him, caught him by surprise. He had too, he kissed me back... Unbelievable that he reciprocated me and my repressed feelings.

— Paul... — I whispered, intoxicated, feeling my lips moist with his saliva. Our faces were still close but not close enough to be strange.

— Shh... — He gave me a long peck. — I know. Me too, darling.

And then nothing else mattered in that room but him and me.


[thebeatles-world]

oh awesome !! would you be comfortable writing a John × reader with auburn hair that reminds him of his mum's? And maybe some comforting him ensues

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The dim light of the recording studio cast long shadows, but your auburn hair caught the faint glow, reminding John of home. His eyes softened when they fell on you, lost in thought, comparing the rich tones of your hair to the familiar warmth of his mother’s.

“Y’know,” he murmured, a rare vulnerability lacing his voice, “your hair... it reminds me of my mum’s. Same color.”

You paused, watching him with quiet concern. It wasn't often that John let his guard down, and when he did, it was usually in fleeting moments like these.

“You miss her, don’t you?” you asked softly, moving closer.

He gave a small nod, his eyes a little too distant, as though he was reliving memories from long ago. “Every day,” he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers gently combing through his hair, offering him comfort in the only way you knew how. He leaned into your touch, his head falling to your shoulder as though he had been waiting for this moment.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m making her proud,” he whispered. “With all this madness... all this fame...”

“You are,” you reassured him, your hand tracing soothing circles on his back. “She’d be so proud of you, John. For your music, for everything.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt his arm snake around your waist, holding you close as if you were his lifeline. The room was quiet, the only sound his quiet breathing as he sought the comfort he hadn’t known he needed.

And in that moment, you knew you were more than just a reminder of the past. You were his present, and maybe, just maybe, a part of his future too.

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[nkhluu]

HEADCANONS OF THE FOREIGN KIDS FAVORITE BOOKS, MOVIES/TV SHOWS, AND SONGS (+Damien)

Remember, these are headcanons!!

Favorite books/ types of books they like to read

Pip Pirrup: Probably likes Roald Dahl, David Walliams, and Horrible Histories books. And possibly, those cute advice books, and magazines. (Of course he'd also like Great expectations, he's literally the main character of it)

Herbert Pocket: Same with Pip, but he's more into classical literature. Like Charles Dickens, and Shakespeare or something.. Great Exceptations (obviously), Alice in wonderland, etc...

Estella Havisham: Likes classical literature and diary books (such as Anne frank, Anne Lister, etc...) Probably read every book that was in the library.

Gregory of Yardale: More into history books. Likes studying English and French monarchies, and histories about it. Maybe likes the War or roses (which is basically Game of thrones)

Christophe: Likes history books as well. Also nature books. Mostly French books like Les Miserables or something..

Damien Thorn: The Bible: satanic version (/hj) Likes classical literature also.

Favorite movie/TV shows

Pip: Horrible Histories. Also likes stop motion movies like Coraline (?), Wallace and Gromit, and Paddigton bear stuff.

Pocket: Ghosts BBC (?), Probably likes whatever Pip picks

Estella: Doesn't have a favorite movie, nor a favorite TV show. Watched lots of them though.

Gregory: Les Miserables, duh!! And war movies?

Christophe: Les Miserables

Damien: .......the omen (??)

FAVORITE SONGS/ARTIST

Pip: Really really likes 50-80's songs!! So his Playlist is mostly the Beatles and Queen. And Frank Sinatra. Also the Smith's... "Here comes the sun", "Penny Lane", etc........

Pocket: also likes the Beatles a lot as well, Frank Sinatra and Tom jones too. Mostly listens to classical music.

Estella: Classical music. Sometimes Queen, or Abba. "Killer Queen", "Somebody to love", etc..

Gregory: Queen, Beatles, Elton John, Elvis Presley, and Tom Jones.

Christophe: Green day, king of convenience (??)

Damien Thorn: Tally hall (?) Will Wood (?) Classical music (Mostly Paganini)

I had no motivation left mid writing this lmaoo

[pmak2002]

H/C REQUEST - how the bug boys are when they lose their voices, merry xmas too!

Of course Anon! Thx ☺️ u too

BEATLES HEADCANNON: How are they when they lose their voice.

Paul. Somehow just as if not more whiney if that’s even possible without a voice. Needing all the attention and affection possible.

George: doesn’t like that he can’t talk because even though he’s the “Quiet one” he’s always one for joining conversations and being involved in whatever’s being discussed so he’s not having a good time he’s very frustrated and constantly tries to get involved with the conversations in any way he can.

John: also annoyed and surprisingly clingy. Hates not being able to do ask for anything.

Ringo: big baby just wants cuddles and kisses cuz he hates being alone especially when he can’t talk.

[justtrash202]

Young Adult Wally’s Tattoos and the Stories Behind Them

The time Wally spent in the armed forces shaped him in profound ways, and two tattoos became lasting reminders of those years, each etched with stories of love, loss, and resilience. One, an armband on his right sleeve, and the other, a full-arm tattoo stretching from his left chest to his wrist.

Armband Tattoo

The tattoo on Wally’s right bicep is more than ink—it’s a bond forged in the field and a lasting tribute to Tyler, his only friend in the platoon and his first lover. The armband design features three bold rings at the top and bottom, representing strength and unity, a broken line of bullets in the middle symbolizing fragility amidst chaos, and the platoon’s emblem: two crossed rifles framed by flames and smoke, reflecting their combat expertise and unyielding spirit. Their connection, which began as camaraderie, evolved into a quiet yet powerful relationship, offering solace amidst the brutality of war. Tragically, Tyler died next to Wally in an explosion during a mission, and the armband tattoo became a permanent reminder of their love, a bond Wally carries with him always.

Arm Sleeve

The dragon sleeve tattoo on Wally’s left side stretches from his upper chest to his wrist, a stunning piece inspired by traditional Japanese motifs. The intricate design features a coiling dragon, fierce and detailed, wrapping around his arm as a symbol of power, resilience, and protection. Flames and smoke trail behind it, embodying destruction and rebirth—a phoenix-like representation of overcoming life’s darkest challenges. Wally got this tattoo after leaving the military, marking the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. The bold color palette of fiery reds, smoky greys, and hints of gold brings the design to life, making it not just a work of art but a declaration of his strength. The dragon sleeve is his promise to himself: to honor the past, survive the present, and fight for a future worth living for.

[jbonesturtle]

Would octopus’ garden be a pride theme for octolings if it was ever discovered by inkling kind and then translated to the splatoon language?

[kenzie-the-drawer]

Legit reminded me of this of when Leland throws Finn’s turntable out the window

So I ended up going down a rabbit hole because of this headcanon about Finn being a huge fan of the Beatles. So now I will inflict my own headcanons about it on all of you >:)

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Finn absolutely loves the Beatles. He will have them playing in the background whenever he can. He finds them soothing and upbeat. Leland absolutely HATES the Beatles. The songs get stuck in his head as soon as he hears one so “it doesn’t matter if you turn it off now, it’s too late!!” Leland is convinced that Finn just knows whenever he finally manages to get a song unstuck from his head because he always plays his damn record again and there goes “Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da” stuck in his head for another 48 hours!

The "fuckin hell" audio in Hey Jude at 2:58 is actually Leland wanting to die after having to listen to this damn song again.

Not me forcing myself to listen to a shit ton of Beatles songs so I can come up with a list of Finns favorite songs....

I relate more to Leland every day.

Finn has a portable turntable that he will bring to stake outs. Leland will glare daggers at him as soon as he hears the record come on.

Finn and Leland have had exactly one falling out over the years and it was over the Beatles. Finn played them one too many times and Leland chucked the turntable out the window of a five story hotel. Finn wouldn't talk to him for a week after that.

Finn gets captured by the enemy again: ah well, at least Leland will save me :)

Leland who has had "Love Me Do" stuck in his head for the past five days: maybe I should just let them kill him this time.

Shit, "Love Me Do" is stuck in MY head. Agghhhgghg

Finn knows all their songs by heart and will mouth along the lyrics. He’ll get some old records and put on Hey Jude with this shit eating grin and Leland is like no plz stop. But Finn is already mouthing along the words and parks himself by Leland's front wheel then starts driving slow circles around him and Leland has to dance with him and he's trying so hard to keep glaring at Finn but aghhhhh

One time Finn and Leland got separated for several months and Leland missed him so much that he contemplated putting on some Beatles songs just so it would feel like Finn was there. He didn’t. But he thought about it. He would not admit this to Finn under fear of death.

I’ll add onto this list whenever I think of more headcaons. Tag which Beatles songs you think are Finn’s favorites :))

[justtnat]

boyfriend headcannons ✰ nanami kento

pairings: nanami kento x reader, nanami kento x gn!reader

word count: 347

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

✧˖° calls you sweetheart, babe, dear, love

✧˖° every morning you tie his tie before he gets to work

✧˖° kento loves picking you up and spinning you, no matter how heavy you are, because let’s face it. this man is strong, just look how BIG his arms are

✧˖° he really enjoys cooking for you, especially because he can see the pleased look on your face when you taste his delicious food

✧˖° very protective; will put his arm around you in public and hold you close, away from away from the menacing gaze of other men

✧˖° adores smothering you in kisses; loves kissing your neck during makeouts

✧˖° very family oriented; if you ever want a child he’s up for it and will reassure you that you’ll be a great mother

✧˖° sometimes when he passes by a flowershop, he gets you flowers because he says they remind him of your beauty, and often compares the way you caress his face to a delicate flower

✧˖° “i can do it myself’’. “i know you can but let me’’ kind of duo; he wants to help you with anything, even though he knows your capable of doing it by yourself, and i mean, can you even blame him for it? he’s such a gentleman

will take you to art galleries and point to a beautiful painting and say "that's you"

✧˖° this man will treat you like a QUEEN; your wish is his command.

✧˖° breakfast in bed? of course, babe! need anything from the store? he gets it for you anytime! anything you want, you name it and he’ll get it for you

✧˖° takes you out occasionally because he claims you need some ‘you time’ after working so hard

✧˖° whenever you go out on walks he likes holding your hand <333

✧˖° while sleeping, he makes sure to get into a position so he can hold you close to his body, usually being the big spoon, enveloping you in his warm arms

✧˖° in conclusion, he’s the best boyfriend ever and he worships the ground you walk on

song that inspired me:

And I Lover Her - The Beatles

[2poniesinparis]

For anyone who is interested here is my headcannons on what horses each member of the beatles would be!

JOHN LENNON = Irish Cob

PAUL MCCARTNEY = Piebald Irish Cob

RINGO STARR = Fjord Horse

GEORGE HARRISON = Fell Pony

This sounds super out of place because who in the right mind has a beatles horse AU….

Me. I do

Much thanks to my friend @magicalmclennontour for getting me to post this🙏 you thought the world needed the Beatles horse AU and I agreed

[sorencd]

could we get dating wilson hcs😼

ofc 😏😏😏 he's so pookie wookie i lovf him

dating wilson headcannons

you two love watching sitcoms every night (if the both of you aren't tired) like seinfeld, the mary tyler moore show, fasier and friends while cuddling in bed! usually since he's the first one to leave in the morning, he'd prepare your coffee for you and wake you up with a kiss on the forehead, telling you that he's off to work and u should wake up soon. he’s like ur personal alarm clock!! he even calls a few minutes later from his office just to make sure you really woke up, because you have a habit of waking up but as soon as you check the time and decide that it's still early, you would immediately fall back asleep so easily. he’s amazed honestly.

"yeah, 'm awake.."

"are you sure?"

"...mmh.."

"you're still in bed aren't you?"

"no..'m up i swear.."

so you end up having no choice but to get ready for work because now your brain is no longer sleepy :( you love trying new restaurants and food with him. if there's a new restaurant, no matter how bad the reviews are, that won't really stop you two from eating at the place, you'd still go there. but it does often result to never returning there ever again. and when you don't feel like going out of the comfort of your home, you would instead cook something up together. matching aprons and all that stuff!! while preparing the food, u can never cut the veggies properly without some good music playing in the background! there'd be songs from artists like the beatles, abba, huey lewis and the news, daryl hall & john oates, and the beegees!

i can see him singing and dancing to 'more than a woman' while straining the pulp from the tomato soup and you have to get him to stop moving too much or he'll burn himself in the process.

"james!"

"i know that in a thousand years, i'd fall in love with you again~"

"be careful! it's going to pour out!"

if u don't know how to play poker, wilson will gladly play something like monopoly or uno instead. though monopoly is more fun with a lot of people, he’s happy to do anything with you! one time, you played snakes and ladders instead of uno and each time wilson went down the snake he'd shout 'what!?' and sneakily try to change the number he rolled on the die without u noticing. he always plays like his life is on the line.

"another five?!"

"down you go, james!" you evilishly laughed and moved his piece for him, feeling triumphant. while you were dancing in joy because you're so close to winning, he tried flipping the die.

"i saw that."

"no you didn't."

stealing his clothes is a must! you've reached a point where u even hide his stuff as soon as they're fresh out of the dryer so he won't beat you to his own shirts. singing doesn't only limit to the kitchen, it also extends to the car and late night drives after work! you two would have songs blasting and the windows rolled down!!

masterlist

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[marauding-almond]

I have been absolutely OBSESSED with the thought of kiwi Remus recently because it works so well and i cannot get it out of my head, so here are a bunch of headcannons (part one- I have too many thoughts to put them in one single post)

Lyall and Hope met in London, Lyall was Welsh and Hope was kiwi

Hope gets pregnant and Lyall doesn't want to be a father, so they break up

Hope goes back to New Zealand and Remus is born there

Remus grows up in a small town in the South Island, I'm thinking Dunedin, or perhaps Wānaka (mayyybe Invercargill)

He grows up with his mom in a small house on a hill looking out to the water, a little on the outskirts of the town

Remus is still a werewolf; he gets bitten by an rogue werewolf on night when he's around three or four, but Hope manages to deal with it

She locks him in the back shed for the full moons, but as soon as dawn awakes, she's there with bandages and chocolate fish and hugs

It's hard, especially the first one, but they manage it, and Hope makes sure that Remus knows he's not a monster and still very loved

And the worst that happens the neighbours occasionally mention the wolf howls once or twice

Their neighbours, a middle-aged couple with no children, love them, especially Remus

They always give him a slice of cake when he comes round, and Hope a basket of cherries or something

They have a few sheep, and Remus loves going there and helping with the lambs, running with them in the paddock

He's a classic kiwi kid, spends almost all of his time outside, climbing trees and running barefoot, large rimmed hats, shorts all year round, constantly kicking off his shoes, always a bit of a burn on his cheeks because he's always forgetting to put on sunscreen (despite his mum's best efforts)

He takes the bus every morning to get to the local school

The school's only got a couple dozen kids, but the teachers are nice and Remus likes it, he loves learning, loves reading, especially

He's a quiet kid, doesn't have that many friends, but he's happy to just climb up a tree and sit there with a book

Hope is a bit of a hippie, and she goes round a lot of protests for Māori rights, queer rights, etc

The locals don't love it (it's the 60s), but she just rolls with it

She makes sure to teach Remus fragments of Māori, as much as she knows, which isn't much, but it's something

She can also see that her son's queer, even before he tells her, and makes sure to let him know that queer people are perfectly fine, and that she loves him

She struggles a bit financially, working at the local dairy and not earning all that much, but she grows a veggie garden and makes it work

And every summer, she makes sure to take at least two weeks off work and the two of them go off in their dingy caravan, put the Beatles on the radio, drive for a while and settle in some place to camp

They go walking and swimming and just enjoy nature for two weeks, every summer

Remus absolutely loves it, he'll go swimming every day, even if it's cold and raining

Hope also passes on to Remus her love of birds, teaching his all the native one's names, in English and Māori, as well as he love for baking, spending hours in the kitchen together making cakes and muffins and biscuits

And Remus is very happy and Hope is very happy

[sunflowersinthedirt]

GOLDEN SLUMBERS | PAUL MCCARTNEY 🎸

fluff and angst, very needy reader! mentions of weed, cigarettes and alcohol. also mentions of beatles get back/let it be period.

1969!paul mcbeardy.

again, sorry for any typos. english is not my first language and gifs are not mine.

- X -

I was freezing when I decided to go to bed. I drank wine, but not as much as when I'm in Paul's company. It's night, and even with alcohol, Martha, and a fireplace, nothing seemed to warm me up. Maybe I missed Paul.

It had been a couple of days since he slept with me. Get Back and Twickenham were taking up a lot of his time. He seemed grumpy when he got home, but always took some time to cuddle with me as if the external problems that working with his band for the past 18 months were causing. Martha had become my biggest companion in this house, following me wherever I went.

When I got into that bathtub, I didn't think I was that sleepy. I dozed off lightly, and when I felt the water getting cold, I decided to get up, dry off, and go to bed. Martha had been sleeping in her bed for ages. There were some beds scattered around the house for her to rest, as she was a very calm dog. I put on one of Paul's shirts to feel like he was there with me... I had no idea what time he'd be back and he hadn't confirmed anything with me. I inhaled his scent embedded there and turned to the empty side of the bed.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, the tiredness, the longing... I just know I fell asleep. But it wasn't light sleep, as I woke up every half hour to turn over. Until I felt a chaste kiss on my lips but no weight on the other side of the bed like I wanted. Paul had arrived but hadn't lain down. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs followed by the jingling of Martha's paws. I was alone in that room and it left me feeling colder and longing for their company.

Wrapped in a blanket, I went downstairs feeling small and fragile. I didn't care that the king-size blanket I was wrapped in was dragging on the cold floor.

I heard the sound of piano notes in the living room, something between C Major and a murmuring voice. Paul rarely came home from work and continued working. It wasn't difficult, but Paul didn't like to bring work home. I thought he might be stressed enough not to lie down or not be sleepy.

I approached the piano, saw his figure with downcast eyes, long lashes brushing his cheeks. Paul hummed quietly, noticed my presence, and stopped playing, focusing his attention on me.

"Did I wake you, love?" he asked in an affectionate tone. His tired eyes opened wider.

"No," I replied sleepily, coming closer to him.

"Sit here." He tapped his left leg and made room for me to sit on his lap.

I sat, wrapped in that blanket. Paul adjusted his arms to give him mobility to play the piano keys in front of him, and I hugged him around the waist, snuggling against his larger body.

"S' Much better this way..." he said, his accent strong and drawling, his voice low and husky. I could feel the vibration of his voice and hear his heartbeats. I rested my chin on his shoulder, and he stole a kiss from me. His now-full beard tickled my cupid's bow.

This was what was missing. I felt so relaxed in his company. Paul continued to play the piano.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked, my eyes were almost closing again.

"No, love. I came home with a melody pounding in my head." He answered, still playing the piano. He smelled of tobacco and herbs. He had been smoking more than usual, and I knew he was stressed. "I'm sorry for bringing work home. I don't have the lyrics yet, but the melody got stuck in my head because I played it at Twickenham before coming here. I was the last to leave the studio today."

"I'd never be upset with you for that. Y’know." I rubbed my face against his beard. "Can you show me the melody?" I asked, sleepy. Martha was already snoring at our feet.

Paul kissed my forehead and continued playing the piano, murmuring some words. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Once there was a way..." he sang softly, playing the piano with his leg rocking me to sleep. He was making up these lyrics, or I didn't have such a sharp taste in lullabies like that. "To get back homeward." He repeated the sung sentence, my eyes closing slowly. I felt like a child again. Paul warming the chilly room, the blanket wrapping us like a cloak. "Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry... And I will sing a lullaby."

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep there in his lap, listening to him humming that song. I felt at home and knew I was home.

"Sleep well, princess," he whispered, and suddenly I couldn't hear the musical notes he had played earlier on that piano.

- X -

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[thebeatles-world]

Omg I just found your account ahdsj and I love it!! Especially your ringo stuff eee, could I rq a blurb where the reader is a assistant for the beatles and ringo starts to notice you've been getting stressed and haven't been sleeping enough/eating well and is determined to help? Sorry if your fanfic rqs aren't open rn I was just wonderin!!:>

Thank you! I love writing imagines for Ringo 🥺😍🥰 & honestly pls request more imagines of Ringo because I love him sooo much. Also my inbox is always open for imagines of The Beatles! Don’t be afraid to request one!

I hope you like this imagine!

Help!

You were working as a assistant for The Beatles for a while now.

It did get chaotic sometimes working for the boys. They would run all over you and you honestly felt like a teacher calming down a classroom full of children when they got rowdy, loud and chased each other.

Your job wasn’t as easy as they thought it was. You had to mange them, schedule dinner meets, conferences, meet and greets, handle their paperwork, made sure the boys got up on time, and communicate back and forth to Brian every day about what’s going on.

You felt like you were running around with your head cut off and the boys weren’t making it easy…

“Boys! Can you stop that please?” You asked nicely as you saw John, Paul and George playing with their food and started to throw it at each other while laughing.

You noticed that Ringo was just silently staring at them, slowly taking bites of his mashed potatoes.

Of course as usual they didn’t listen to you and continued to do what they were doing.

“Please don’t do that, you are going to-“ You begin as you saw Paul grab a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and threw it right at John’s suit.

“Ruin his suit.” You mumbled to yourself. It was too late. John’s suit was ruined and it was only 30 minutes until they needed to leave for showtime.

John and Paul just started laughing at the mashed potato stain that John now had on his suit.

“It feels like I’m working for a bunch of children!!” You groaned out loud, covering your face as you left the room.

Ringo felt bad for you. He knew that his bandmates didn’t care and they weren’t taking it easy on you. He was the only one that didn’t participate in the foolish acts that they did.

He also noticed that you weren’t eating and sleeping well. He knew that you were up late at night planning for the next day and working hard while the boys were sleeping.

Ringo wanted to give you a hand and help you out. He felt like it was the right thing to do and he wanted for you to have a break for once without having a stressful day.

At least he thought that your job wasn’t easy…

After the concert, you stayed up late as always and worked on plans for the next days ahead. You made sure paperwork was done and you wrote a few reminders down to make sure you wouldn’t forget.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door.

You raised an eyebrow, putting down your pencil.

“Who could this be? Probably one of the boys wanting something.” You mumbled to yourself as you put on a robe.

“Yes come in.” You said, sitting down on your chair.

“Hey… It’s me Ringo.” Ringo gave you a smile as he opened your bedroom door.

“Hey Ringo, Can I help you?” You said in confusion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You added as he came to your room.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” Ringo said, sitting down on you bed.

“Yes of course. About what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I noticed you work very hard and I know you don’t get appreciate of how hard you work. You deserve to have a stress-free life. You done so much for us. You are the most selfless person i know. You are a very lovely lady and I hate to see how my band mates treat you. I was wondering if… I could help?” Ringo asked.

You were shocked but in awe of his words.

Ringo noticed how hard you been working? And noticed how you felt?

That was so sweet of him.

“Ringo, you are such a sweet guy… I appreciate your offer but-“ you begin before he cut you off.

“I’ll do it for free. I’ll do it to make sure you don’t have enough on your plate. I want to make sure that at the end of the day you are eating, sleeping well and being stress free. That’s all it matters to me.” Ringo took your hand and held it.

“I promise.” He said softly.

“Okay. Of course. That will do.” You said softly with a smile.

“Thank you.” You added, leaning in to give Ringo a hug.

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Ringo hugged you back.

Over the next few weeks, there was definitely a huge improvement.

With Ringo’s help, you got to relax, eat and sleep well. He even calmed John, Paul and George down when they were acting really rowdy and he made them realize that your job position wasn’t easy.

He even helped you out scheduling meetings, dinner, hotels, meet and greets with public, flights and people as well.

Having Ringo by your side made it so easy. You weren’t stressed out as you were back then. He had your back and having his help made it more easier on you. Every night he would offer to give you a massage which of course you accepted because Ringo was really good at massaging you and his massage’s relaxed you and your body a lot.

“Ringo I just know you are going to be husband material one day!” You told him as he started to massage your feet.

Ringo started blushing after you told him that.

“You deserve it my dear Y/N. For being a good assistant.” Ringo said.

“Hey guys have you seen my -“ John said as he came to the living room where Ringo was giving you a massage at.

“Aww Ringo, I didn’t know you had the hots for Y/N.” John smirked at Ringo.

“What are you talking about? I’m just giving her a massage.” Ringo said, raising his eyebrow at him. You raised your eyebrow at John as well while you took a sip of your lemonade drink.

“Mhm sure. Just make sure to use protection if you guys ever decide to do it.” John smirked and left.

John’s comment almost made you spit out your drink.

[johnwardssecretninja]

Headcannons for what music artist the ninja listen to 💕

Kai: chase Atlantic, joji, declan mckenna tyler the creator, fat boy slim, gorillaz, deftones, coolio, frank ocean, mitski, Daniel ceaser and tons of soul and r&b

Jay: radiohead, muse, blur, klaxons, quannic, mitski, declan mckenna, car seat headrest, PJ Harvey, the smile, thom yorke, eliott smith, mazzy star, fiona apple and any like experimental artists

Lloyd: Mitski, radiohead, wisp, Julie, most zoomergaze and shoegaze bands, evanescence, paramore, pinegrove, basement, LSD and the search for god, whirr, sketch jets, George, my chemical romance, alot of 2000s emo bands

Cole: pink Floyd, Greta van fleet, metallica, soundgarden, our Lady peace, stone temple pilots, nirvana, silverchair, pearl jam, the doors, the rolling stones, weezer, Elliott smith and pixies and like divorced dad music.

Zane: the smiths, the beatles, Celine Dion, dolly Parton, the doors, solene, frank sinatra, ABBA, Elvis presly, wham, queen, the mamas & the papas, neil diamond and Billy joel

Nya: bikini kill, dazey and the scouts, le tigre, Jack off jill, mommy long legs, slutever, X-ray spex, hole, nirvana, nine inch nails, rage against the machine, Marilyn manson, Alice in chains, L7, godsmack, five finger death punch, slipknot, korn, radiohead (just the bends), and like grunge, nu metal and riot grrrl

As a huge music person I thrived during this >:)

[justtrash202]

Teenager Au! Sector V Part Time Jobs

Ever wondered what the KND crew would be doing as teenagers with part-time jobs? These are just headcanons based on how I see them, and honestly, imagining them in these roles is both hilarious and oddly fitting. Some of them thrive, some barely tolerate it, and some… well, some just refuse to participate in the working world (cough Nigel cough).

Here’s where they’d end up, how they handle the job, and what happens when their friends come to visit!

Nigel Uno

Status: Unemployed

Nigel doesn’t have a part-time job, and he refuses to get one. Not because he can’t, but because he believes his time is better spent doing things that actually matter—like planning missions, leading, and keeping things in order. He sees typical teen jobs as a waste of time and would rather focus on “bigger things.” If he did get a job, it would probably be something way too intense, like interning at a government office or volunteering for an activist cause.

When his friends bring up their jobs:

- Wally constantly calls him a “freeloader” and tells him to “get a real job like the rest of them.” He teases him no stop about it, saying he has it easy. They fight a lot about this, but deep down, Nigel knows Wally, being the worry wort he is does this cause he cares.

- Kuki tries to convince him that volunteering at an animal shelter would be so much fun! Nigel says he goes but doesn't. Kuki always asks why he never gets a job, and he explains to her all the time.. at this point, he doesn't know if she keeps forgetting or does it to annoy him.

- Hoagie always suggests that Nigel work with him and try to help him get a job,but Nigel always refused it. Hoagie doesn't push on to it as much, but worries that Nigel may not be ready to be a part of the workforce.

- Abby casually brings it up every now and then, and ahbea conversation with him is trying to get a middle ground... but Nigel always says he's too busy. She also doesn't push, but she'll just shrug it off, knowing full well that if Nigel did work anywhere, he’d take over the place in a week.

Hoagie Pennywhistle Gilligan Jr

Status: Employed

Employed at a Tech Company

Hoagie works at a tech store, and honestly? He thrives in it. He gets to mess with the latest gadgets, geek out about technology, and charm customers into spending more money than they originally planned. He’s the kind of employee who can actually explain the difference between products without sounding condescending, and customers love him for it. That said, he definitely gets in trouble for messing around with demo gadgets when things are slow.

When his friends visit:

- Wally is not allowed to touch anything. Everything he touches, he breaks. Hoagie doesn't have enough money to pay for all the damaged Wally does when he visits.

- Kuki would be interested to see what they have, maybe touch a few things... and somehow accidentally activate all the demos in one tablet, which Hoagie needs to fix

- Nigel takes the time to seriously interrogate Hoagie about security features and would be the only one that would actually shop for thing he can used and buy for 'future tnd operations'. Hoagie would always offer a discount, and Nigel will always refuses.

- Abby would just sit back, maybe look for any new cds of her favorite band, and just admire Hoagie as he is in his natural element. She always teases him when he works.

Kuki Sanban

Status: Employed

Volunteer at an Animals Shelter

Kuki loves animals, so it makes total sense that she volunteers at a local animal shelter. She treats every animal there like it's her baby, gives them the cutest names (even if they already have normal ones), and gets way too attached. Every time one gets adopted, she cries but also throws a mini celebration. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and the shelter staff loves her, even if she sometimes lets dogs sit in her lap when she’s supposed to be cleaning. She’s also terrible at saying no to people, so if someone is debating whether to adopt a pet, she will convince them to take it home.

When her friends visit:

- Wally pretends not to like animals but somehow bonds with black and white stray cat, he calls "Oero” He denies it, but he always checks on it when he visits. Kuki swear she saw him petting the same cat and baby talking to it.

- Hoagie would 100% pet every single one he sees and spazz how cute they are with Kuki, he would play with all the pets and try to help out..but always fall through once they get to the puppies and kittens. He can sit there and pet them doe ages.

- Nigel would always ask why he is here and never gets the appeal of having a pet, though he would always just the same turtle all the time and talks to it. Kuki thinks it's kind of cute and always tries to get him to adopt it. Nigel always says no.

- Abby would probably help around if she could, would 100% be playing with the animals and petting them while talking to Kuki. She will never try to distract Kuki at work, but lowkey always will.

Wallabee Beetles

Status: Employed...somehow?

Employed at a local burger joint

Out of all of them, Wally probably got stuck with the most stereotypical teen job—working at a fast-food burger place. He hates it but refuses to quit because (1) he likes having spending money, and (2) he refuses to let the job "beat him." He’s actually pretty good at it, mostly because his competitive streak makes him the fastest burger flipper there. However, his customer service skills are awful—he’s blunt and impatient, and he has definitely told at least one customer to “make their own dang burger” under his breath. He’s been this close to getting fired multiple times but somehow manages to skate by.

When his friends visit:

- Kuki doesn’t eat burgers (because she's vegan), so Wally always “accidentally” makes an extra fish fillet with extra fries for her. He acts like it’s no big deal, but she always thanks him with a big smile that makes him turn red.

- Hoagie purposely messes with him by making ridiculous custom orders, like a burger with “exactly 37 pickles.” Just to test Wally's limit, Wally surprisingly doesn't get the order wrong, but after , he always threatens to throw a fry at him every time.

- Nigel doesn't exactly order food as more than he just orders the same coffee all he time, and to surprise Wally always makes it right before he gets there. And the low chance he does order something, Wally always messes with him by saying, " I totally didn't spit in that."

- Abby places her order, gets her food, and watches the chaos unfold like it's free entertainment. Since Wally secretly likes her the most (as a friend), she gets her food first, no questions asked. She would also record any Karen's being a Karen for Wally defense or funny thing she sees Wally does when she visits him.

Abigail Lincoln

Status: Employed

Employed at a local book store

Abby works at a local bookstore, and it’s honestly the best job ever for her. She gets to sit behind a counter, listen to music, and be surrounded by books all day. She’s great at giving book recommendations, but if someone asks for something she thinks is trash, she’ll silently judge them (but still help them find it). She’s also perfected the art of looking busy while doing the absolute minimum. She has her own self of her picks of books that are always classic and always changed when she is on her shift.

When her friends visit:

- Wally is 100% annoying her each time he comes, he get board way too quickly and acts like a kid when they are on a road trip, always asking if her shift is done yet. He does try to be as quiet as he can but would loudly ask if they have any comic books every time.

- Kuki would always find the book she had been mening to read and sat on the couch and read the book quietly. She always offers to read to the younger kids when the reader is late or bail. Abby actually doesn't mind when Kuki comes. She's surprisingly the best behaved.

- Hoagie would 100% go after the book that would help improve his inventing skills, he often is found drawing blue prints and getting inspires to inventing more. When he's not doing that he at the sci-fi books and absolutely tears the book apart and points out plot holes in the book he chose.. each time it's a different book too.

- Nigel would actually asks Abby what book she recommends him to read, and go find the book and go to read it. He always comes back to read the book if he never finishes it on time when she leaves. He always denies it, but Abby can tell he secretly likes reading the book she recommends to him. He may have bought two of them....

[sunstoneboy]

My Beatles if they were all genderqueer headcannons:

John: nonbinary any pronouns king

Paul: genderfluid he/they with vastly varying outward presentation

George: transmasc he/him king

Ringo: ringo! (Either just labeled as genderqueer for lack of care OR butch transfem mommy)