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Just for Practice - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie have been best friends throughout all of high school, and you've done your best to be alright with that even if it's never been quite enough. But now Pattie is saying she wants to "practice" with you -- and you can be alright with that too, can't you?

Pattie Boyd x Reader, mostly SFW, angst and longing, word count ~1.8k, I found out Pattie went to an all girls' boarding school and here we are

Pattie knew you were only a few months younger than her, but there was something about you -- and maybe it was your big eyes, or your shy smile, or the nervous way you twirled your hair between your fingers -- that made her feel from the moment you met that she ought to look after you.

You were new to the school, too shy and awkard to make friends of your own, and desperately homesick because unlike Pattie you actually liked your family and didn't like being so far from them.

So Pattie took you under her wing. She was a little shy and reserved herself, but the kind of tall blonde beauty that even other girls wanted to be close to, and she made sure everyone was nice to you too.

For the last four years you had been just like her little sister. Cute and awkward and shy, always trailing just behind, always there when she needed you. Always and forever her best friend in the entire world. The kind of best friend you only have when you're fourteen, when the world is fresh and new and so are you, when being a few steps behind her was enough. Was all that you could ever need.

And maybe sometimes at night you wondered what it would feel like if you could be a little something more. Wondered if sisters was really the best there could be. Maybe sometimes when Pattie slept in your bed and you stayed up late gossipping and whispering you stayed up even a bit later, after Pattie had drifted off to sleep, and watched her blonde lashes flutter and her perfect lips part slightly as she drew breath. Maybe at those moments being sisters felt like a trap you couldn't get out of. Maybe, just a tiny bit, it broke your heart.

But to Pattie you were best friends. Nothing more. You'd reminded yourself of it every day since you were fourteen. That's why it was so odd when she said what she said.

"What if we did it just for practice?"

You blinked, looking up from your homework. It was just a few days into senior year, but you already had homework to do. Pattie did, too -- not that she was actually doing it. You were definitely the bookworm between the two of you.

"Did what?"

Pattie smiled her cute little gap-toothed smile, and cocked her head like she always did when you didn't listen. "I just told you. I met some boys this summer, but I was too shy to even talk to them. That's the problem with going to an all-girls' school." She pouted a little, and you rolled your eyes.

"Pattie, you're shy around everyone." It was true. For how pretty and sweet she was, Pattie was terribly shy around new people.

"I'm not shy around you," Pattie pointed out. "That's why--" she hesitated, glancing away for a second, and then her round blue eyes were focused on you and despite yourself you felt your stomach do a little flip. We're just friends, you reminded yourself.

"That's why I thought we could practice together. Since there's no boys around." She gave a little shrug, like it was just an idea, but you knew her well enough to know she was waiting nervously for your answer.

You slowly closed your history book, buying time. "Practice. Like... practice kissing?"

Pattie nodded mutely, her pink lips pursed slightly. She was watching you closely, her eyes as round and blue as you'd ever seen them.

"Are you serious?" It slipped out before you could help yourself. You weren't asking it rudely -- you genuinely wanted to know if she was being serious, because something had taken flight in your chest and you felt like you were falling.

But Pattie said, "Well, why not?"

You could think of a million reasons why not. But you already knew you weren't going to listen to any of them. Pattie, with her pale skin like a captured moonbeam and her soft blonde hair and her petal-pink lips, was an ethereal being to you. A spirit or a fae that could draw you to her whether you wanted it or not. But you did. You wanted it so much.

You nodded mutely, and Pattie's pink-glossed lips curled into another smile, and you felt rather certain that this was the biggest mistake of your entire life.

***

"Okay," Pattie said softly, and then giggled, because neither of you had ever felt this awkward before.

You were knelt facing each other in the back of the library, between dusty shelves that no one came to peruse anymore, and your heart hammered in your chest. Your little gray school skirt just brushed the floor, your knees bare and already aching a little from kneeling on hardwood.

"Okay," Pattie repeated, voice hushed and more serious this time, the smile gone from her face.

Pattie wondered vaguely if you had ever kissed anyone before -- she hadn't, and she'd always assumed you would tell her if you did, but she realized now that she had never actually asked you directly so technically she didn't know. It was embarrassing and a little silly to think that you were both having your first kiss at eighteen years old, and not even a "real" kiss since you were just doing this as friends.

But another part of her, a very strange part that spoke in a whisper in the back of her mind, sort of liked the idea that she was the first person who would ever be allowed to kiss you. That this special moment would belong to her, and you'd always remember it, and so would she.

She didn't let herself think too much about that. Lately, she didn't let herself think too much about you in general. It led to strange places. Places like this.

It's just for practice, she reminded herself.

Pattie watched your lips closely, how they parted slightly and let out a little gasp as she cupped your face with both hands. She watched them until her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her lips to yours.

She had no idea what to do -- all she knew was what she'd seen in movies and read in books -- but the electricity that shot straight to her heart made her want to pull you in deeper. Suck slightly at your lower lip, move one hand to the back of your head and the other to the side of your throat where your skin felt so soft and fragile and warm.

You leaned into the kiss, trying not to breathe too hard and give away how all the air had been sucked out of your chest the moment she touched your face. You were so afraid of doing something wrong, your hands trembling at your sides as her warm lips, sticky with gloss, moved tentatively against your own.

With her fingers curled into your hair and her other hand stroking the skin of your neck, then moving down to brush your collar bones so they tingled with electricity, you gave in to the warm feeling pooling in your stomach and you let your hands rest delicately on her shoulders.

She leaned in even closer, leaning into the touch. You could feel the heat of her skin through her thin school shirt, felt so burningly, achingly aware of the few inches between your bodies. Your hips twitched, wanting to close that gap, and you gasped into her mouth, frightened and ashamed.

But when your lips opened Pattie deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between your lips and tentatively licking at the inside of your mouth. It was a clumsy, shy movement, but it hit you like lightning, made you moan in an embarrassingly needy way. You held her more tightly and tried to return each movement of her tongue, wanting her to know that you were trying even if you didn't know what you were doing. Your lips clumsily locked together and then fell apart, both of you trying not to make a mistake and yet chasing these new sensations as far as you could.

Then Pattie's hand moved from the back of your head to palm your breast through your shirt, and you made a squeaky little noise that Pattie would probably have laughed at under any other circumstances. So we're just practicing for the boys? you thought, and then her thumb ghosted over your nipple and your mind went blank.

Electricity shot through your body, made you press your legs together as you arched into her touch, silently begging for something you couldn't name. You wanted everything Pattie could give you, every touch and every breath and every glance even if it would never, ever be as much as you wanted, because what you wanted was to draw out every last drop of her, to swallow it whole and hold onto it for the rest of your life, to never exist outside of this moment.

You didn't know you were sliding your hands down, slipping your fingers between the buttons of her shirt. Her skin was so soft you could barely feel it and yet so hot that it burned. Pattie broke away when the button of her shirt snapped off, letting herself fall backwards so that you were left gasping in thin air.

You brought a hand up to smooth your messy hair out of your face, trying to control your breathing and hoping you weren't as flushed as you felt. Pattie's pale skin was glowing and pink, her lips swollen and full, lip gloss all smeared. But she looked so gorgeous that way, so beautiful and angelic, that you were terribly embarrassed. You must look like a mess next to her.

Pattie tucked her hair behind her ear and fingered the little hole in her shirt where the button should have been. "Look what you did," she said, smiling in amusement.

You let out a nervous, breathy laugh. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Pattie smoothed her clothes. "I don't think anyone will notice. But you've got lip gloss on your cheek."

You immediately brought a hand up to wipe your cheek and saw a glossy shimmer on your fingers. "You do, too," you said, looking again at her pink lips and smeary lip gloss.

Pattie nodded. "Next time I won't wear lip gloss," she said, with an embarrassed smile.

"Next time?" you asked, your heart turning over.

"Well, if you're okay with it," Pattie said, looking at you curiously. "It was good practice, right?"

Oh. "Yeah," you said, forcing yourself to sound casual. "Practice."

Practice.

That could be enough. Couldn't it?

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Pattie and George on A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

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As You Wish Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary| Neil, still thinking about the other day, invites y/n to Gumshoe Video's movie night. The theme (besides vampires) is the 1960s and so she dresses for the part. And like any good vampire thriller- only the good stuff happens after dark...

Warnings| age gap- reader (19) Neil Lewis (27), cursing, kissing, groping, teasing, unprotected sex, penetration, no fore-play.

word count: 4261K

Midnight City- M83 🎶

Our Swords- Band of Horses 🎵

Shout out to the lovely reader who requested a part 2! This is for you!

Please read warnings and continue at your own discretion, thanks!

She can hear the chatter from outside as rain plasters the wide display windows. She stops outside Gumshoe Video and peeks her head inside, sparing her hairdo from the storm outside. Her hair was pinned into a half-beehive and curled up around her shoulders like a young Pattie Boyd. The guests inside turn when the bells above the door announce her presence. They cheer and raise their red plastic cups in greeting and she laughs back, her smile dragging widely across her face. And there he is: Neil Lewis. He’s standing beside the box tv set with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand. He’s wearing a powder blue dress shirt from the seventies and a dark blue suit. His longish hair is swept out of his face and he smiles at something someone has said. When he looks over, he sees her, and his mouth falls open. 

“Oh my God! Where did you get this?” A woman swoops in from the side and admires her dress. 

“It’s a replica mod dress from the 60s. I made it,” she answered with a polite smile and allowed the woman to inspect the stitching. As she raised her eyes, they met Neil’s. His eyes widened slightly as he dropped them down to her thighs before traveling back up to her face. Her dress was boxy, like that of a mod dancer, and so short that it was barely fingertip length (to use school-girl terminology). She was dressed up as a gogo dancer, red vinyl boots and all, for the showing of Gumshoe Video’s The Kiss of the Vampire. Neil bit his tongue as his eyes crawled down her body. Her dark red dress had a high modest neckline but was sleeveless and short. The fabric was a tautly starched linen that didn’t move much as she walked. It hugged her waist with a thick belt but fared out around her thighs in a fixed shape. Her makeup was a copy of one of Twiggy’s famous looks with the exaggerated eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Her eyelids were a bright blue that clashed with her red clothing, a mixing of primary colors. When the woman stepped away, she advanced shyly, resisting the urge to bite her lip and ruin her lipstick. Neil cleared his throat and nodded quickly at Lucien whom he was talking to when she had come in. His eyes darted back and forth, between her and Lucien’s prop pipe. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stole glances at her between pretending to listen to Lucien. 

“Hey! Nice of you to join, I’m Jonathan.” Jonathan appeared beside her and offered his hand not holding a beer. She shook it and smiled. 

“Y/N, I tried to dress for the theme.” She looked down at her costume and he nodded emphatically. 

“I did too. I was going for Ringo Starr.” Jonathan twirled, showing off his bright pink military costume like the one Ringo wore for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. She nodded and smiled. 

“I see the resemblance. Who is Neil supposed to be?” She jerked her head at Neil and Jonathan sighed. 

“He said that he was going as one of the Monkees but personally, I don’t see it.” 

“He must have run out of costumes,” she laughed and Jonathan shrugged dramatically. As she finished that sentence, Neil broke away from Lucien, slightly breathless and placed a hand on her back in greeting. She looked up at him, curling her toes inside her shoes. 

“You’re one of the Monkees?” She teased him lightly and Neil chuckled and shook his head. 

“I did have a hat on, it made more sense when I was wearing the hat.”

“So you were Micheal?” She asked and he gestured wildly at her for Jonathan, “See I told you someone would get it.” 

“That’s only because you both have weird niche knowledge,” Jonathan wrinkled his nose. “Uh oh, Lucien is talking to two strange women. I’m going to swoop in before he says something weird,” he hurried over to Lucien and patted him playfully on the head. Neil immediately looked down at her, his cool resolve slipping slightly. He was flustered. 

“Wow,” he gestured with both hands at her costume and she blushed self-consciously. He stuttered as he tried to say something coherent. “I’m uh, just uh… wow.” He scratched the back of his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around quickly before leaning in close to her ear. “Jesus Christ you smell good too.” He shook his head, forgetting what he was originally going to say. She smiled giddily. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“Do you want to see my office?” Neil cleared his throat as he looked around, trying to look natural to everyone else in the store. His slumped posture and darting eyes would betray him if anyone cared to look at him long enough. He replaced his hand on the small of her back and swirled a finger across the fabric. She played with the hem of his blazer, blushing hard. 

“Hey, Neil!” A couple stopped in front of them and Neil jumped back to attention, his arm flying back behind his head and off of her body. He coughed briefly and cleared his throat. 

“Hey- hey! How’s it going?” He smiled distractedly and greeted his friends. They waited expectantly to be introduced to the girl and Neil gasped slightly, remembering. “Oh sorry, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Buddy and Marcia.” He waved between them and they all nodded at each other politely, exchanging handshakes and smiles. “Enjoy the movie!” Neil said a little over enthusiastically and Buddy furrowed his brow, slightly concerned as they walked away. Jonathan found them at the makeshift bar and chuckled. 

“That’s the new girl,” he gestured with his cup and Marsha pursed her lip approvingly. 

On the other side of the room, Neil turned back to her and licked his lips. “So… my office?” He raised his eyebrows and jerked his thumbs at the separate office space in the back of the store. She giggled as she dug her toe into the ground and swayed slightly against him. Neil’s smile grew as he led her from the main store area and back into the office. When she passed through the door after him, Neil closed it and lowered himself slightly, his arms going out wide as he looked her up and down again mouthing, “oh my god.”

“So you like it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress and shifted the weight on her feet proudly. 

“I mean, just look at you!” He ran his hand over his mouth and stepped in closer. The desk knocked softly into her tailbone as she retreated. “I love it,” he emphasized and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread and her weight evenly distributed. Neil stepped closer, his body firmly between her legs. She worked up the courage to touch him, sliding her palms around his waist beneath his blazer. 

“Your fucking thighs,” Neil whispered breathlessly as his index fingers traced around the small hairs on her upper thighs. “God…” he gasped softly, already feeling himself get hot under the collar. She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. 

“Is that all I get?” He whispered with a furrowed brow. He ran his knuckles down her neck and tried not to gasp when he found her breasts. She kissed him again, pulling herself up higher by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of his jacket’s shoulder pads. He responded immediately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Neil pawed desperately at her, his hands grabbing at her thighs, her breasts, and her head. He pushed her up onto the desk and she whined in protest as he now towered above her. He chuckled breathlessly and dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh,” he smiled when she glowered, wanting to cling to him as she kissed him. When she stopped wiggling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She held onto his hips by hooking her fingers in his belt loops. His hands prodded further, stroking the elastic band of her underwear around her pelvis. She was wearing cotton underwear and Neil could feel the wetness pooling at her opening through the fabric. He started to fall apart as he stroked her clothed cunt with his long fingers. She squirmed on the desk in front of her and the heels of her gogo boots knocked against the desk, her back arched into him. She moved his hands beneath her skirt, looking up at him with wide suggestive eyes. 

“Here? Now?” Neil whispered, slightly shocked at the girl’s suggestion. “Are you insane?” He whispered beside her ear, his voice laced with perverted desire though he tried to shake it from his voice, still wanting to be the voice of reason. 

“Neil…” she muttered at him and petted his crotch with slow, heavy moves. 

“What?” He whispered, an edge in his voice. His forehead was still creased and he tried to even out his breath as his cock pushed against every touch of her hand. 

“You’re supposed to say, As. You. Wish.” She squeezed her thighs around his legs, just below his hips and wrapped her hands around his hips. Neil raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. He watched her as she bore into his eyes, thick with desire. He looked her up and down and reached both hands beneath her skirt again, pulling her underwear down over her butt. She had to lean back slightly as he dragged the cotton wad down over her gogo boots. He looked down at the underwear in his palm and trilled his lips lowly. 

“This is a bit more involved than I was expecting but I’m all for it,” he shrugged with a loose smirk and put the underwear on the desk beside them. She smiled and pulled on his dress shirt, prompting him to give her a satisfying kiss. 

“You were the one who suggested that I see your office,” she giggled quietly. 

“I needed a sense of adventure.” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. 

“Neil… Adventure?” She smiled lazily and stroked his jaw, her short nails running dully down his neck. 

“I like the sound of that,” he continued to kiss her, his nose crushing against her cheek. A knock at the door made them both jump and Neil turned around quickly, shielding her from the view of whomever was at the door. 

“Neil! We’re starting the movie now and Jonathan doesn’t know how to work the player. You gotta fix it.” Lucien yelled through the door. His silhouette showed through the frosted glass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned quietly and rubbed his face. His erection fell slightly at the interruption and he sighed. “Ok, Lucien. I’m coming!” He smiled falsely as he yelled back his response.   

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Lucien mumbled beneath his breath and hurried back into the store area. 

“I’ll see you out there,” Neil cringed and fixed his suit as much as he could. 

“Break a leg,” she smiled and hopped off of the desk, her underwear still sitting on the desk. She pulled them back on over her gogo boots and followed him out. Neil walked around to the back of the tv and checked the cables. She watched from the back of the room, a deep blush spreading across her face as she noticed the places where her red lipstick had left smudges around his mouth. She smiled down at her boots and bit her lip, trying to compose herself. Neil stepped back in front of the tv with Jonathan and announced the movie, lipstick still smudged around his wide lips. 

“And now, Gumshoe Video presents the 1963 The Kiss of the Vampire,” he extended his hands to the small square tv and waggled his fingers. The audience laughed and hooted. Some glanced over at her and smiled, she blushed deeper. 

“Nice touch,” one guy called from the couches and Neil stared at him blankly, his eyes then slowly drifting to her. She pointed at her mouth and rested her chin on her fist. Neil laughed it off and winked as he stepped aside and the movie started. She sat down on the couch in the back and scooted to the side as Neil joined her, collapsing with an anxious exhale. 

“Kissed by a vampire,” he shook his head, “why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a perfect costume.” He spoke with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders. She hid her face in her hands to hide her smile. “Was it really that noticeable?” He whispered and she nodded, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she giggled quietly and wiped the lipstick smudges from his face with her thumb. Jonathan moved around the spread of couches and perched on the edge of the couch beside them. 

“Nice touch, Neil. I think it makes the viewing experience more realistic.” Jonathan snarked and Neil rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Jonathan.” Neil sighed and massaged his face, pulling down on the skin. Jonathan winked at her and she smiled. Jonathan drifted off as the movie started and the title card appeared. As Neil relaxed into the couch, his hand found her thigh and rubbed his knuckles across her thigh. She leaned against him, her head resting against the wing of his shoulder as he moved his arm around her. 

…

“What’d you think of the movie?” Neil shoved his hands into his pockets as they locked up Gumshoe Video, the store now completely dark. 

“It’s a classic vampire movie,” she shrugged and smiled, “no notes,” she added. 

It had stopped raining but the sidewalks were littered with shallow puddles of dark water. Neil chuckled and placed one hand on the small of her back as they turned away from the store. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Neil smirked and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“You would 100% be the kind of girl to get abducted by an insanely attractive vampire and fall in love with him.” 

“Well would he suck my blood at the end and kill me?” She pretended to consider the universe that Neil was suggesting. 

“Oh of course,” Neil shrugged his shoulders up to his ears and furrowed his brows playfully. 

“I can’t see it,” she shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back as they walked. She looked down at her shoes and smiled. Neil fell silent for a moment, his eyes once again trailing her up and down. 

“Have I told you how amazing you look?” Neil cleared his throat. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she blushed and cocked her head to the side, looking into his eyes as they walked. Neil wet his lips and stopped, looking her up and down once again. 

“You look amazing.” He said seriously and she looked away, self-conscious. They were stopped in front of Neil’s house, a two-story craftsman in a dark green color that looked dark blue in the darkness. She looked from the house to Neil’s face, the front porch light reflecting in his bright blue eyes. Neil laughed awkwardly when he realized that they had stopped at his house. 

“Will you come inside?” He twisted his hips casually, jerking his head once at the front door. The girl exhaled shakily and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a nervous smile. 

Neil broke into a large smile, the lines of his cheekbones stretching down to the edge of his jaw beside his pink lips. They climbed the stairs to the house and Neil let her inside, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stepped into the house in front of him. Neil closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. She met his eyes when she turned back and smiled shyly when she noticed how he stared at her. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked him quietly. Neil nodded emphatically, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. 

“Then come here and kiss me,” she whispered and turned fully to face him. She felt her cunt grow hot and heat billowed down her thighs. Neil clenched his jaw and swallowed, his eyes now fixed on the girl’s mouth. He pushed himself off of the door and approached her, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. She kept her arms by her side as Neil wrapped gentle fingers around her upper arms, right above her elbows, and held his lips within inches of hers. She savored the way he smelled, like laundry detergent and mouthwash. He smelled like what she imagined domestic masculinity would smell like if it could be bottled. She sighed softly before he kissed her, his lips drawing hers between his. He held her in place, not aggressively, and kissed her, moving his head occasionally to taste her from different angles. 

When he broke away she took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back girlishly. Neil laughed like a schoolboy, shocked by the surge of desire and energy he felt just from the kiss. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” He leaned his arm against the wall and pointed to the staircase in front of them. She bit her lip, trying to stop from laughing hysterically from nerves. She took a step backwards and stepped onto the bottom step, facing Neil. 

“Ask me again,” she teased and bit her lip harder. Neil exhaled sharply as he felt his cock twitch aggressively in his pants. The dark room threw her body into shadow and the windows above the stairs illuminated her silhouette. He wet his lips and asked again. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” 

She could still make out his blue eyes in the dark as the windows provided enough light to catch their color. She took a few more steps up, still facing him. 

“As you wish,” she whispered. Neil laughed, thrilled by her little game. He hurried up the stairs but she kept a few steps between them at all times until she reached the top of the stairs. She backed up into the wall beside the window and allowed Neil to close in on her. Neil held her hips in his large hands and kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, testing the waters. They stumbled away from the stairs and rushed into a doorway, Neil catching himself on the doorframe with both arms so that he could turn her around. He twisted her around so that her back was to his bed. 

Neil’s room was exactly as one would expect. His walls were decorated with movie posters with the addition of a few select female movie stars that he had the hots for. He helped the girl back onto the bed and leaned over her on the bed. She weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and traced his jaw with her palms. He worked quickly to pull off her gogo boots and slipped off his suit jacket. She moved onto her knees on the edge of the mattress and slid each button out of its eyelet on his power blue shirt. Neil shrugged it off and pulled each sleeve over his wrists, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a few shaky kisses against his warm skin. Neil sighed pleasurably and swept her hair over her shoulders to lie flat down her back. Looking up at him, she moved her hand down to the zipper at his crotch. Neil’s eye widened as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand down into the front of his hands, beneath his underwear. She cupped his erection in her hand and rubbed her hand down the hot and trembling length. Neil sputtered as she stroked him, his hands returned to the bed on either side of her body. She leaned down so that she could kiss the side of his neck while she jerked him off. Precum coated his cock so her hand slid easily over him and she shivered when she heard Neil gasp softly beside her ear. 

“Fuck, you’re full of fucking suprises,” he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. She exhaled against his neck and left a fresh hickey before responding. 

“This isn’t a movie, Neil. You can’t predict the ending.” 

She pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed his briefly as she scooted farther into the bed. Neil watched her breathlessly, his face hot. He watched her as she unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare breasts confronted the cold air by hardening. Neil’s jaw nearly fell open when he saw her, exposed like that. All that remained on her body was the cotton underwear which he allowed his gaze to linger on, camouflage by her thighs. She laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach trembling with nerves and desire. Neil’s erection pushed noticeably against his boxers. With his eyes still trained on the girl, he pushed down his pants and crawled onto the bed, stopping over her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed the soft flesh there, savoring how warm she was against his mouth. She worked her underwear down and he could feel her hips shift on the mattress which thrilled him. He sat back to look at her, fully nude now. He raised her leg into the air and kissed down her calf, stopping at the underside of her knee. 

“I want to fuck you,” Neil saidbreathlessly as he moved his fingers down her thigh. She smiled darkly, her bow mouth drawn up into a smirk. His cock throbbed in his underwear and hovered above her navel.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Neil raised an eyebrow and exhaled anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

“Again.”

“I want,” he leaned down to her ear and shoved a finger inside her gently, “to fuck you.” She whimpered and bit her lip. 

“Again,” she struggled to say the words, her cheeks flushed. 

“No, honey. You’re supposed to say, as you wish.” Neil whispered against her skin, his finger curling inside her. He smiled when she squirmed and moaned. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck me,” she gasped before Neil crushed his mouth against hers. He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his erection and centered himself at her cunt which was throbbing as much as he was. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and removed his finger, swapping it out for his cock. He pushed in gently, working his tip inside her slowly as she squirmed needily beneath him. She was tight from nerves and inexperience and he whined despite himself as he went deeper. Her hands found his back and gripped into his flesh. He watched as his cock struggled to fit all the way inside her and moaned loudly when he saw her mouth held open in pleasurable shock. 

“Is it ok?” He groaned and stroked her flushed cheek. Her red lipstick was smudged again on her chin and he swiped his thumb across it. 

“Mmhm, yes.” She nodded and bit her lip as he thrusted in farther. Once her body got used to his length, he was able to pull out and thrust back in. It took only seconds but the sensations felt as though they were happening over hours. He fucked her gently but fast, his hips rocking against hers and shaking the mattress. She pushed her heels into the mattress and arched her hips up into his pelvis. Neil found it delightfully needy and thrusted deeper, eliciting a loud gasp from the girl.  

“Do you like that?” Neil smiled and cupped her chin with his hand. 

“Uh huh, yeah.” She panted as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Neil praised her and cussed beneath his breath as he felt her walls tighten around him. His hips bucked aggressively into her over and over again and she yelled and gasped in pleasure. He looked down at his cock, slick with her precum, sliding in and out of her. He held her thighs and coaxed her deeper onto his cock, she gasped and bit her lip, her breasts bouncing against her chest. Neil groaned at the sight and fucked her messily, lossing control as he felt how wet she and tight she was getting as she neared her orgasm. 

“Good girl! I’m so close.” He panted quietly and she wrapped her fingers loosely around the nape of his neck. 

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded. 

“What?”

“Cum inside me,” she repeated, more delirious with pleasure.

“Say it again,” he smirked, playing her at her own game.

“Cum. in. me.” Her words tumbled out in a jumbled mess as she started to climax. Her thighs were tightening and her muscles flexed. He groaned helplessly as she came around him.

“As you wish,” he managed to answer as he buckled his hips against her and prompted himself to finish inside, spilling cum into her. He thrusted as he finished and exhaled when he finally pulled out. She worked to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her on the bed. 

“Fuck.” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly and cupped her cunt, still riding out the lasting waves of climax. 

[noxturnalnymph]

Congrats on your milestone, Patti! We're lucky to have you. I'm grateful for your friendship and your fun and positive presence. I don't really have anything to ask for, because you already made my dreams come true with Mutual 💙 🤟

OH MY GOSH - this moodboard is everything 😍

This beautiful office that he's defiling, the post-fight knuckles, the straining buttons, ✨the bulge✨....... Pedro said it best 👇

Thank you for sending this lovely accompaniment to the little story I wrote and thank you for being inclusive, encouraging, and supportive of me since I was a little newborn blog with less than 50 followers. I'm so glad I got to know you and I'm lucky to consider you a friend.

🫂

If you're interested in reading a little bit of "fluff "about working with Bulge Steve Murphy - you can read Mutual, which I wrote for Toxic's boyd-a-thon.

⬇️ Maybe some THOTS on the first time Steve got caught? ⬇️

The First Taste (1.3k) Steve Murphy x F!Reader

You arrived with the Ambassador almost two months ago and Steve remembers the first time he saw you, sitting at your desk by the window, the late afternoon light pouring golden over you while you shrugged off your blazer, presumably warmed from the sunlight. He saw your chest pushed forward, your pale pink blouse was translucent in all the places it shouldn’t be, and he could make out your lacy bra underneath even from across the room. Only an elbow in the side from Javi snapped him out of his reverie. 

You’ve been on his mind ever since.

That’s how he finds himself tucked away in Messina’s office one dark night. The three of you were stuck with writing up a report of a botched Search Bloc mission, Carillo having gotten bad information and two of his men having been killed. Every step forward seemed to be met with two steps back in this hunt for the Narcos. It was bad enough that he and Javi had to deal with getting their asses handed to them by Messina, but then the Ambassador had assigned one of his “top attachés” to deal with the headaches they were causing him in the form of: you.

You were smart, capable, professional, and blunt. You didn’t hold back your frustration over having been given this assignment, your disappointment in their failures, or your cutting personal remarks. Javi was able to let the insults roll off his shoulders, give a playful reply, and calm you down enough to make the work go by amicably. However, Steve was not as easily placated. His issue wasn’t that he was angry with you. No, that would have been easier. 

His issue was that the meaner you were, the harder he got.

After nearly three hours you were finally happy with the report and Javi wasted no time grabbing his gun, coat, and smokes and excusing himself. You mumbled something about finishing the typing at your own desk, where you were more comfortable, and left the office without even saying goodbye to him. You’re such a bitch sometimes. His cock is fucking throbbing.

He practically runs to Messina’s office, closing all the blinds but not bothering to lock the door. It doesn’t matter because this is going to take a shamefully short amount of time. He hastily undoes his belt, shoves his underwear under his balls and plops down on her sofa, already stroking his hyper-sensitive cock, biting his lip to stop the moans that threaten to spill out of his mouth. He’s a dozen strokes in with the finish-line already in sight when he hears your fucking voice. It can’t be you. It must just be his sick mind fucking with him.

“Murphy?!?” you snipe, louder this time.

He hears your heels stomping towards the door and now - cock in hand - he’s really wishing that he’d fucking locked it. If you come in that door his career, no… his life, is over. You’re the ambassador’s favorite worker, you’re gonna call him - maybe even right there from Messina’s desk - and tell him what a fucking disgusting pervert Steve Murphy is and he’s gonna be on the next flight back to Miami. How is he gonna explain this to Connie, who even though she’ll be thrilled to be going back stateside, is gonna wonder what happened. 

He watches the doorknob turn in slow-motion. 

“Murphy I know you’re still here your keys are-” you stop mid-sentence and mid-step. 

Your eyes bulge out of your head. Fuck. Here it comes. The look of disgust. The insults. The screaming.

Except it doesn’t come. He looks at your eyes and doesn’t see disgust. What the fuck? You look…. Impressed?? Holy Shit. He knew he fucking saw you looking at the bulge in his pants two weeks ago! He convinced himself you must have been looking at something else but he swore he caught you with your eyes boring into his zipper while chewing on a pencil eraser during a meeting with the Ambassador.

“Umm,” he works up the courage to speak.

“What are you doing, Murphy?” you ask, breathless.

“What does it look like?” he says, hopeful.

“What’s wrong with you,” you whisper. 

Well shit. I guess he was wrong again. You’re not turned on. That hungry look he thought he saw in your eyes must have been something else. How is he gonna tell his parents he lost his job? No one's gonna hire him. He’s gonna have to work security at some shitty club full of narco cocaine.

“I-” he begins the impossible task of explaining himself.

“You’re such a fuckup that you don’t even lock a door when you jerk off in your boss’ office?”

Jesus Christ. He has to squeeze his shaft so he doesn’t come right then. You notice. He’s just realized you haven’t taken your eyes off his dick since you walked in the room. Fuck yes, he was right.

“I thought you left.”

“Yeah right,” you huff out a laugh. “You probably just wanted to show that thing off.”

Well goddamn. Are you enjoying this as much as he is? He thinks you might be. He slowly begins pumping his hand up and down, tentative but hopeful. You watch him, unblinking. You begin to take slow steps towards him, eyes never leaving his hand making short strokes, concentrating on the ruddy head of his cock. You come closer and closer, until your feet sit between his on the ground, his knees splayed wide on either side of you.

You’re close enough to touch him now but he doesn’t think you will. You’re still just watching him.

“Is this gonna take all night?” you taunt.

He groans, precum flowing out of his slit and running down the domed head before the upward motion of his hand catches it, spreading it down his shaft. He’s close again. He can’t believe this is happening.

“You know, I thought Peña was a dog, sticking his dick in every hooker in Bogotá, but you’re even worse,” your eyes widen as he moans at your words. “You have a wife waiting and you can’t even make it home to come inside her.”

He whines, speeding up the movements of his hand on his dick, reaching his left hand to grab and tug on his balls. He leans his head onto the back of the couch, eyes closed.

“No, instead you sit in here alone and defile that couch like a fucking degenerate.”

That does it. He grits his teeth and grunts as his come spurts out in ropes, covering his shirt and tie, some of it flying far enough to hit the couch next to him. Jesus Christ he’s not sure he’s ever come this hard. He squeezes out the last of his spend, letting it run down his fingers before gingerly tucking himself back into his pants. He looks up to meet your eyes but you’re not looking at him anymore. You’re facing away from him. Shit. What now?

You turn back to him, your eyes slightly glassy and your forehead damp. You hand him a tissue that you grabbed from the box on Messina’s desk. He probably should have grabbed the tissues first. He kind of is a fuckup, like you said. He grabs the tissue out of your hand, forgetting that his fingers are dirty, and some of his spend transfers onto your hand. 

His eyes go wide and he opens his mouth to apologize but before he can utter one syllable, you bring your dirty finger to your mouth and shove it past your lips. His mouth drops open. You pull your finger out of your mouth with a pop. A frown forms on your face, your eyebrows knit together.

“You’re a very sick man, Agent Murphy,” you growl, then you turn and walk out of the office.

[mysweetgeo]

Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

hello love! i am soooo so sorry about the very very long wait for this—i found myself quite busy and in quite a writing slump. i hope this is worth the wait !

Cupid's Arrow

Request: Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

14: “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s Arrow.”

16: “Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

Pairing: John Lennon x Reader

Warnings: Only a bit if swearing, dare I say a bit mild for good old Lennon.

Not written with an extremely specific era in mind—sometime after George and Pattie married in January 1966.

You and John Lennon hardly had a conventional relationship—if you could even call it that. 

Yes, that John Lennon.

You were currently one of the many personal assistants to Brian Epstein, therefore making you an assistant to The Beatles.

You’d ‘landed’ the gig when the lads had first taken off in Liverpool—you had worked at NEMS for Brian ever since you were able to work as a teenager.

While you loved your job, you did find many aspects of your work incredibly stressful, you had to make deadlines and phone calls like any other assistant.

But worst of all—you had make sure that any food orders were perfectly correct or else you’d never hear the end of it from John.

You got on perfectly well with all four of the boys, in fact you’d gone to school with George up until he’d been placed at Liverpool Institute for Boys.

Each of them had your heart in one way or another:

Paul (an endless flirt) always greeted you first thing with a smile that would make any girl weak in the knees and a very chipper, “Good morning, love. How’s it?”

George was very kind and always asked about you and your family and if you’d heard about one craze or the next—always in the know and wanting to make sure you were up to speed. 

Ringo was the friendliest, he always would offer to walk you in the building if you arrived at the same time and you were always invited to his home for tea. You and Maureen got on wonderfully and it was always such a joy to be invited to the home of a Beatle even if you saw the lads nearly every day. 

John, on the other hand was always pulling anything and everything he could on you.

He always seemed to have a wise remark to say in response to anything you said or did, no matter what it was. 

It didn’t seem to end with him, and nearly everything was a joke—at your expense, not that you particularly minded.

You’d had some indifferent feelings towards John in the nearly 6 year span of your acquaintance.

Today was no different, it was Valentine’s Day and it seemed that each of the boys had their plans set out with whomever they were taking out.

You knew most of the ins and outs of each of their personal lives, Ringo and Maureen were married with yet another kid on the way, George had just married Pattie Boyd not long ago and they were very much still in the honeymoon phase, and Paul had been seeing Jane Asher for quite some time but it seemed to be going nowhere.

You couldn’t quite read John. He never liked to open up about those things with you, but you did know that he was single—at least that’s what Paul had told you the other day. 

You’d put these thoughts far out of your mind while you had a friendly chat with all four of the boys in the canteen when you had all arrived, you were sat beside Ringo at one of the small tables while John and George grabbed a tea. 

George sat to your other side and John had sat across from you, passing you a cuppa across the table with a wink.

You smiled as a wordless ‘thank you’ while George soon began chatting your ear off about his plans with Pattie for the evening—you often wondered how anyone could even faintly consider him the ‘Quiet Beatle’ when you’d never had a moments peace while in his presence. 

George was soon interrupted by Paul, and then Ringo and soon you knew of all three’s Valentine’s plans. 

John remained silent while you engaged in conversation with the remaining Beatles, seemingly taking it all in or perhaps feeling a touch of jealousy at the fact that he didn’t have any plans for the evening. 

The coziness of the conversation was soon over and the lads began working on a quick take with just Paul, George and Ringo—which proved to be a very rare occurrence—and you found yourself lounged on a couch in the control room with John. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know,” John’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Oh, is it?” You asked, playing coy. “I’d have never known. Say, that must be why I was calling for reservations for you lot a month and a half ago!”

John snorted a laugh and gently nudged you with his shoulder, “Oi, not me I’ll have you know!”

You pushed back with a nudge of your own, “Well I know that much—I’d be pretty dim if I thought I was makin’ you a reservation when George is the one who asked!” 

John only gave you a closed mouth smile as he draped his arm on the couch behind you, allowing a comfortable silence to encroach upon the two of you once again. 

A familiar warm feeling in your stomach began to set in, a feeling you felt nearly any time you were alone or in close proximity to John. 

Another take was done before the other three decided to call it a day, it was early in the afternoon and they all likely had other things planned for their loved ones. 

Once your duties were done for the day, you bid farewell to Brian and George Martin before popping your head into the canteen to tell the boys goodbye and wish them a happy Valentine’s.

Upon doing so you only found Paul and George, who thanked you for the regards and for helping with their plans. 

Ringo and John had seemingly already left so you decided to concede and walk back to your car. 

What you found waiting for you proved to be very interesting.

John projected a casual ‘coolness’ as he smoked a cigarette and leaned against your car, a sly smile on his face when he saw you approach. 

“Hey, I was looking for you inside but thought you’d already left—to what do I owe the pleasure of John Lennon leaning against my car?” You asked, mirroring his cool demeanor. 

He let tendrils of smoke release from his mouth before flicking his cigarette to the ground and clearing his throat. 

“I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s sparrow,” he said in a very serious tone, eyes meeting yours. 

“You mean, ‘I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow’?” You asked, huffing a laugh. 

John’s face immediately burnt a bright red at his jumbled words, “Well—yeah! It’s not my fault, I’m nervous!”

“Why are you nervous, John?” You asked, tilting your head because you couldn’t understand why John would be nervous, especially when he was speaking to you. 

John threw his hands in the air, exasperated, “Why?” He asked, huffing loudly before continuing, “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!” 

You knew your mouth had dropped open the moment John had finished his sentence, but you were frozen in place, unsure of what your next move should be. 

“Fuck—I knew I should have waited. I didn’t mean to—“ John cut himself off with a shake of his head, “I thought you felt something similar, sorry I’ve read this wrong.”

John turned to walk by you and back into the studio, but you’d already reached a hand out to grab his arm before he could get very far. 

His head whipped back in your direction, eyes searching yours for anything that could clue him in to what you were going to say. 

“I like you, John. I’m not sure if what I feel is what you could call ‘love’, but I do get a warm feeling inside whenever I’m with you,” you moved closer and placed your other hand on his opposite arm. “I’d like to explore that feeling, if you’ll have me.”

John grinned, his hands coming around your back and pulling you close to him for a hug. 

“That’s better than any Valentine’s present I could have ever received.”

[losers-yurio]

Hey could you write something around the prompt "You love me as if I deserve you" for Pattie please? 💜🥺

Pattie Boyd x reader fluff (wlw)

Morning cuddling with pattie 🥺

YES thank you sm for sending this ilh

You couldn't see your alarm clock from where you were laying

But the light of the morning sun peeking in through the curtains told you that it was still early in the morning

Looking down you were met with tousled hair and the small features of pattie's face

You couldn't understand why but she adored sleeping on your abdomen

But you really couldn't complain

It was comforting the way she draped over you completely in bliss as she had not awoken yet

Smiling you mumbled to yourself

"You love me as if I deserve you" "what do you mean love?"

Perhaps you had thought wrong

"I wasn't aware you were awake" "well I am now so I suppose you better explain"

Her tone was definitely concerned

"It is just sometimes when I wake up everything feels like a dream that I'm terrified to wake up from"

"Oh love" she placed a small kiss on your stomach and moves so that she's at your eye level

"you know how much I love you right?" "I do, I'm just so scared of losing you" 

"love you'll never lose me, hell I'm not even sure you could get rid of me if you wanted to" 

you let out a small chuckle and she gave you another peck, this time on your nose

"now I do believe that it is way too early for us to be up on a day off don't you think?" 

Taglist:@makemeyourwife-loveofmylife and @emometalhead

[here-comes-the-moon]

d’ye smoke? (part II)

george harrison x reader

the next day you were still thinking about the outburst you had with john and the chat with george, you decided the best thing to do was to just pretend it never happened. that was your plan anyways when you entered work that morning and took a seat at your desk, you had just begun to sort through the stack of paperwork on your desk when in came strolling three of the beatles themselves. to your dismay the missing beatle was the one you wished to speak to the most, george.

you watched in your peripherals as the three boys neared you, ‘good morning love’ paul called out just as they got to your desk making you lift your head with a smile ‘good morning boys.’ they stopped in front of your desk and both ringo and paul looked to john expectantly ‘good morning-‘ he muttered before being delivered a harsh jab to the side by paul, he yelped turning and glaring at paul who stood his ground. john sighed before turning back to you ‘i’m sorry about my behavior i think i’m funnier than i am, i didn’t mean to upset or embarrass ye it was just a laugh,’ he read his apology rather robotically and monotoned and you could tell they’d obviously been practicing this in the car before entering. still you’d take it, you smiled warmly up at him ‘thank you john, it’s alright.’ john snapped right back to his cocky attitude again though and gave you a smirk and a wink which did make you giggle slightly before he turned to the other two ‘was that good enough for ye?’ paul just rolled his eyes before grabbing his elbow ‘cmon ye daft prick’ and guiding him towards the studio.

it was only a few minutes later that the doors flung open again and george came scrambling in, his hair a mess and his suit disheveled along with a half eaten bit of toast hanging from his mouth. you watched him pace towards you trying to fix his suit the best he could, he was in such a hurry he nearly went to walk right by you if it hadn’t been for your sweet voice calling out a gentle ‘good morning george’ that stopped him in his tracks. he mentally cursed himself for looking the state he was in and for nearly walking by you, still he turned to you taking the bit of toast out his mouth bashfully and flashing you a smile showing off his fangs, ‘good morning y/n.’ you chuckled slightly as you took in his appearance fully now ‘sleep in?’ george’s cheeks tinted as he looked down at himself, ‘yeah’ ‘late night was it?’ you didn’t mean to intrude it just slipped out. However you got the feeling you overstepped when george looked back up to you a bright shade of crimson red, ‘uh- well- ye could say that-‘ you suddenly got the feeling that the late night wasn’t such an unaccompanied event. ‘oh- shit sorry- i didn’t mean to-‘ ‘no no no yer alright- i mean how would ye have known’ an awkward silence ensued as you both looked everywhere but at each other. ‘i best head in’ ‘yeah- uh i actually have some things for all of yous to sign’ ‘gear’ you got out from behind your desk lifting the few bits of paper you needed signatures on and followed after george.

you couldn’t deny your heart sunk a little knowing he was with another girl, i mean you weren’t dumb you knew what their life ensued but it was still a painful truth you weren’t ready to experience first hand.

george pushed open the door first entering the studio, laughter and clapping filled the room ‘there he is little georgie, how was yer shag?’ john howled heavily amused, george’s face looked identical to a beetroot and the laughter soon stopped as you appeared behind him. ‘shit’ john muttered, ‘uh- i just came to get some of your signatures on this’ you pushed through the painful awkwardness and started sorting the papers highlighting where they should sign. it was a quick but painfully awkward situation as you waited for them all to sign, ‘thanks boys’ you thanked them sheepishly before heading back out to your desk.

‘well fucking done’ george seethed at john, ‘what the fuck did i do?’ george just stared at john with a confused expression, ‘ye just broadcasted my fucking sex life to our fucking assistant!’ ‘correction the assistant he wanted to fuck’ paul cut in. george blushed as he turned to paul gaping ‘i dont- that isn’t-‘ ‘no. fucking. way.’ john muttered with an amused grin, ‘little georgie porgie has the hots for our assistant’ he smirked as paul and ringo snickered. george groaned knowing there was no point trying to defend himself, he sulked over and dropped himself into a chair ‘i don’t just want her for a quick shag’ george muttered. ‘how poetic of ye’ paul scoffed, ‘modern day shakespeare in our midst, thee not wanteth her for a quick shag’ john mocked. ‘fuck up ye know what i meant’ george mumbled defeated, ‘i know what ye mean george’ ringo smiled walking over and patting his shoulder ‘and if ye really want a chance with the bird then take yer shot.’ george smiled up at his friend, ‘thanks ritchie.’

‘I mean nobody can blame ye she’s a pretty little thing’ john commented and paul whistled through his teeth ‘she isn’t half, had she not worked for us-‘ george couldn’t help feel jealousy coarse through his veins at the way his mates were talking, ‘don’t fucking finish that’ he warned and the three boys snickered. 'listen georgie,' John started as though he was about to say something very wise, he took a seat in front of George and waited a second for dramatic emphasis. the rest of the boys all listening intently and awaiting his advice, 'if ye want a relationship with the bird maybe ye should, I don't know, stop shagging other birds?'

George's heart dropped as he leaned back with a groan, moving his calloused hands up and dragging them over his face, Paul let out a chuckle 'I know we were expecting something a little more inspirational but he’s not wrong george.’ George huffed at Paul’s words, he knew he was right, he didn’t want to continue this path of just continuous one night stands. Sure it was fun all the girls fawning over his every move but he also wanted someone to go home to at night and just cuddle, someone to experience all the wonders he saw with him, and someone to be his inspiration in his music as it developed. ‘who was it anyways?’ John piped up leaning back and fishing the pack of cigarettes out his suit pocket, George inwardly cringed at the name about to spill from his lips.

‘pattie boyd.’

deathly silence overtook the room as all three boys gaped are George, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and also dread. ‘not, pattie pattie’ ringo pleaded with George, George had to try his best not to turn crimson under the boys’ scrutiny. ‘tell me ye didn’t shag the one bird ye promised to never shag again’ paul begged also taking a seat next to John and holding his hand out for a cigarette. John placed the cigarette in Paul’s open palm still staring at George, ‘so what did ye tell her’ John asked the question they were all wanting to. ‘I told her the truth, it was a one time thing’ George shrugged bouncing his knee up and down thinking of the awkward exchange that morning, ‘and she left?’ ‘no she’s waiting in the flat right now, course she fucking left’ George struck out sarcastically, heavily embarrassed by his mistake of sleeping with the model. George stood up shaking his suit jacket off and flinging it over the chair, ‘can we stop talking about my dating life and actually rehearse something’ he asked with a raised eyebrow and the boys all hummed in agreement before picking up their instruments and starting to play through some songs.

It was time for your break and you pushed your chair out, grabbing your packet of cigarettes before walking to the front door, wanting fresh air and a bit of space to smoke in peace like the day before. you took a seat on the cold stone step and lit your cigarette, taking a draw as you watched the people walk by the studio on their errands. you were so into your people watching you didn’t even hear George come out behind you, only realising when he caught your attention as he took a seat beside you. ‘ ‘s fucking freezing out here’ he whined shivering slighted making you snicker, ‘you’re more than welcome to go sit inside George.’ ‘what kind of gentleman would I be leaving you to sit here alone’ ‘a warm one’ you joked light heartedly as he let out a hearty laugh, a laugh so beautiful it made your heart hammer in your chest. george took out a cigarette for himself from his pocket before lighting it up and releasing a puff of smoke into the air, ‘smoking really isn’t good for you’ you smirked taking a drag of your cigarette and blowing the smoke in his direction.

george had to take a second to resist the urge to pull you into a kiss right then and there, instead he settled on a grin. ‘are you going up to see your family like the other boys?’ you asked softly going back to your people watching as you awaited his answer, ‘yeah if I don’t me mam will have me strung up’ George tried to sound bothered but you could tell in his tone he really loved his family and was excited to see them. ‘what about you, any plans for seeing the family?’ you thought for a second but shook your head, ‘I probably won’t have time, too much to do here not to mention I’m moving so I need to move my stuff into my new apartment.’ George nodded letting out another exhale of smoke, ‘well if ye need any help-‘

George was cut off as a car drove into the car park of abbey road studios, your conversation drifted off as you both watched carefully to see who was driving. You both had very different reactions when a head of long luscious blonde locks got out the car, she was a young girl around the same age as you and George, she had makeup on and everything was perfectly adjusted on her tall skinny body. her heels clicked along the road as she approached the stairs, her voice just as sweet as honey as she called out a pleased ‘george!’

you watched her in amazement, trying to recognise where you had seen her face before. however, next to you george sat there, dread spreading across his whole body as pattie drew closer to him. he was so startled by her appearance that he jumped to his feet, leaving you sitting there next to him herself. ‘pattie, what- what are you doing here?’ George questioned without trying to sound rude, ‘I’m here to see you silly!’ she grinned flashing her pearly white teeth. that’s when it clicked to you, how you didn’t recognise her before is beyond you, standing in front of you was pattie boyd. one of the most famous, and most beautiful models out the now.

as your eyes scanned over her outfit you became increasingly aware of your old shirt and skirt that was now dirty from sitting on the step, you self consciously rubbed your arms tightly. however your eyes still were able to leave your outfit and look up just in time to see pattie rise up on the step and press a kiss to George’s lips. It was a short tender kiss and that was all it took to rip your heart out.

you got up awkwardly, ‘uh I best get going I’ve well and truly ran over my break time’ you joked awkwardly trying not to cry. George’s head snapped round to you, guilt and shame spread all over his face ‘y/n-‘ ‘I’ll see you later george.’

You stood up dusting the dirt from your skirt and turned on your heel to leave when George called out for you a second time, ‘y/n, the offer stands.’ It took you a second to register he was referring to what he was saying before pattie turned up, he was offering to help you move in, you wanted to say yes but after seeing pattie smiling up at George lovingly and running her nails over his chest you decided better and forced a smile. ‘thanks george.’

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[hubbie22]

If I was one of Vecna’s victims and he’s about to get me, then this absolute banger comes on.

Vecna: Is that Eric Clapton??

Me bobbing me head and singing: the guitar god himself.. “I played for you own my guitar, we didn’t last long…”

Vecna finishing the lyric: “we didn’t go far. and though the times have changed and we have rearranged. Will the ties that bind remain the same?”

Me: what a bop. the lyrics just get me every time.

Venca: do you know what this song is about?

Me ugly crying: Pattie Boyd hearing George Harrison was getting married. And I love all 3 of them so much.

Vecna: my otp 😿

Me and Vecna crying and talking about how much we love Pattie Boyd.

The gang waiting for me to come out of my trance.

Me waking up: Hey guys, Vecna wants to know if can stay a little longer… we aren’t done comparing our favorite Pattie Boyd looks. And who we’d chose Clapton or Harrison.

[silkysonic]

paulie in france, 1966

he used his moustache as a disguise, yeah that went well paul

[ringotheestarr]

Ten Quid

(beatle!reader and the boys on the set of a hard day’s night)

“If you stare any more at the poor girl, you’re going to bore holes in her face,” you commented, without taking your eyes off the newspaper you were reading. “And judging by the lovesick look you have on, you think she has a pretty face.”

For the first time that day, George averted his eyes away from the blonde model and stared at the greenery outside the window. “I wasn’t staring at her.”

“She seems to like you too,” you noted, remembering her fond smile upon noticing George was looking at her. “Why don’t you go up to her?”

John came up behind you, patting his hands on your shoulders. “What are you two lovebirds whispering about?”

“Nothing,” George quickly said.

“Now I know it’s something.” John sat down, looking at the two of you eagerly. “Come on, spill. Is it about George drooling at that blondie over there?”

“I’m not drooling!” George exclaimed. “Is it a crime to look at a pretty woman?”

“So you admit you were looking at her?” You looked at him triumphantly, putting down your newspaper.

“Looking, yes. Staring, no,” George corrected.

“What’s her name anyway?” You asked.

“Heard one of the other girls call her Pattie,” John told you. “She’s not half bad, George, you should talk to her.”

You made a hum of agreement. “That’s what I told him.”

“So why don’t you go up to her?” John wondered. “You’ve been making eyes at her all day.”

“Well, if you tell me to then I won’t do it,” George sulked.

“It’s not us missing out on the wonders of George Harrison. We see you everyday,” you reminded him. “Though you could have a plus one to bring with you if you stopped being so stubborn.”

Pattie, with or without any sort of realisation, was as besotted with George as he was with her. It was clear there was some sort of attraction between them.

“The train’s going to stop any minute now,” you told George. “If you don’t talk to Pattie now, you’d better hope we have reshoots.”

“Alright, alright!” George relented, acting as if he wouldn’t have gone to speak to Pattie regardless of you and John interfering. “I’ll go.” Pushing himself off his seat, he headed towards Pattie.

“She’s a good looking bird,” John said.

“Very,” you agreed.

John had a devious smile on his face. “Good looking enough to already have someone at home?”

“I’m going to lose money, aren’t I?” You guessed, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ten quid says she’s taken.” John betted.

“Ten bloody quid?” You repeated.

“Think about it this way, you could be a lucky winner of ten quid in about five minutes,” John tried to persuade you to agree to the bet.

You rolled your eyes, knowing very well there was a high chance you’d be out of ten quid. “Fine.”

When George came back around five minutes later, a scowl on his face, John was the proud winner of ten quid.

[maureensmistress]

Falling - Pattie Boyd x Reader

After you and Pattie come close to spending the night together, your fears and uncertainties take over and nearly tear the two of you apart. Sequel to Under the Bleachers.

Angst, internalized homophobia, insecurity, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, catching feelings, high school au

Words: 3.1k

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Two weeks had gone by since you and Pattie last spoke. You hated it. Hated missing her, hated seeing her, hated the fact that she was either furious and glad to be rid of you or utterly heartbroken and confused. But when she tried to catch your eye you always looked away, too terrified to find out which. 

Those round blue eyes that always saw straight through you –  were they looking through you now? Did they know you now? And, if she finally did understand you, what did her soft blue eyes look like when they had gone hard and cold with hate?

You couldn’t stand to find out. You weren’t brave enough. You’d figured that out the morning after you’d– after what happened two weeks ago. 

That morning you woke up with your head pounding, glad you and Pattie threw out the bottle when you did or you’d probably be even sicker, and rubbed your face into the pillow. The night before came back in flashes of pale moonlight and the ghost of hot kisses on your lips and neck. Your face burned and you wished you could burrow into your bed and disappear.

You could picture Pattie’s sweet face curling in disgust when she remembered what happened last night, what she’d almost let herself do, and the pain of that thought rolled over you like a dark wave. But I stopped it in time, you reminded yourself. Please, please, let it be enough that you stopped it in time. Let Pattie forgive you for what could have been. 

A little voice from the back of your mind, the part of yourself you kept locked up, almost asked why it had felt for a moment like Pattie wanted you, too. But you silenced that thought, recognizing it for the sick self-delusion that it was. Flashes of what could happen if she ever realized how you felt, what she could say, what you had promised yourself that she would say, were as vivid and real and powerful as any sweet moment of soft skin or gentle touch. 

It might be okay, you thought desperately. Maybe Pattie would write it all off as a stupid mistake. You heard her voice in the back of your mind, low and throaty: People do silly things when they’re drinking. I don’t think they count. 

But it would have counted to you. It would have meant everything to you. 

Put that away, you told yourself firmly, just as you had for the last four years. You just had to put thoughts like that away, remind yourself that you were her friend.

Only these days that little place in the back of your mind where you locked these kinds of thoughts was getting harder to ignore. Like that hidden part of you, that wild, stupid, desperate part of you was pounding on the ceiling and demanding to be heard. And every time you went near Pattie, every time you let yourself swim in those soft blue eyes, that part of you got louder and stronger and closer to breaking out. 

Last night, that heat you’d felt pooling in your stomach, it was so wild and powerful and free. And you could never let yourself be free like that, could never let that desperate, stupid girl escape. Please, you thought, not sure if you were praying to one god in particular or just begging the universe at large. 

You just knew, more firmly than you knew anything, that if you let that girl escape it would ruin everything. And you knew, too, that it was inevitable. That knowledge wrapped itself around your heart and squeezed until you thought it might break. 

Maybe, after four years of fighting yourself, you had to accept that you couldn’t be around Pattie anymore. It made your stomach clench and your heart feel like stone. No, no, that’s not true, you told yourself firmly, perhaps a little desperately. But fear had wrapped another tendril around your heart.

Lying in bed with your head pounding, you felt yourself clinging to a ledge, afraid of the darkness below. I can’t lose her, you repeated to yourself, like it was some kind of spell that could ward off the inevitable. You’d lost your parents when they found out what you were – they 'd never look at you the same way, and you knew you deserved it.

And you knew, too, that someone as sweet and kind and perfect as Pattie would feel just the same way. That the closer you got to her the closer you got to the moment when it would dawn on her just how sick and horrible you were. Even if she forgave you for last night, there was no denying now that the moment was drawing closer. The moment when she would throw you away. When you would slip from the ledge and vanish. 

I can’t take it, you realized, your stomach twisting. When she finally realizes how much she hates me, I won’t be able to take it. The weight of that realization, and everything it implied, settled in your stomach like a stone. You’d been playing a dangerous game for the past four years. But you couldn’t play it anymore. 

It had been two weeks, now, since you’d figured that out. The next morning you’d averted your gaze from her when she tried to catch your eye, pointedly ignored her when she tried to say good morning. It wasn’t easy to build up such distance with someone who was near you pretty much all the time, but Pattie seemed to understand quickly. Seemed to know deep down what you knew, too -- that this was for the best.

But nothing could have prepared you for how much you missed her, the endless silence and the ache in the place where she should have been. After two weeks, you figured Pattie had just about given up on you. Certainly she didn’t try to catch your eye anymore, or pass you notes you were too afraid to read. 

But those notes accumulated in the back of your drawer, because you couldn’t stand to throw them out, either. Not when Pattie wrote them. Not when they were as close to her as you would ever be again. And how could you long so deeply for something that frightened you so much?

***

At first, Pattie pretended not to know why you were avoiding her. She pretended as hard as she could, so much that she almost believed it. The idea, that first morning, was to keep going like nothing had happened. Pretend last night was just a strange dream and hope that you would do the same. But, of course, you hadn’t. 

Then, when she couldn’t pretend any longer, the panic set in. What had she been thinking, kissing you like that? Doing– doing the other things that she’d done? You must be furious. Or disgusted. Or terrified. Or all three at once. Pattie had been each of them in turn, but more than any of it, more than anything at all, she just missed you so much that it ached. 

When you wouldn’t speak to her she wrote pages and pages of letters. Apologizing, accusing, begging. And then she ripped them all up and tried again. The way words flowed easily for her, it didn’t help now. Because putting things in words only made them more real, and making things real was exactly the problem.

The practice kisses, the long sleepless nights whispering every dream and almost every secret to one another, the way you gazed at her when she pretended to be asleep and the way she liked it so, so much. The wild, uncontrollable thing that was growing up between the two of you, the thing you had both silently agreed to pretend you couldn’t see so that it couldn’t become real. It was real now. She’d made it real when she pressed you into the grass – and why could she still feel the length of your body under her own, and why did it still feel so good? – and clearly you would never forgive her.

***

You were in the back of the library when Pattie caught you. It was the same place you’d had your first kiss, and although ostensibly you were looking for a quiet place to nurse your sadness and your loneliness you knew deep down you just liked to feel a little closer to her. To imagine that you were waiting for Pattie to meet you so you could “practice” like you used to. Only it hadn’t been just practice to you like it had been to her, unless it wasn’t to her either, which would be even worse. 

You were so lost in thought, busy feeling sorry for yourself, that you jumped when Pattie whispered your name. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was her – you knew her voice like it belonged to yourself. Without looking up, afraid still of meeting her eyes, you made to brush past her. This had worked in the past when Pattie tried to talk to you, but this time she moved to block you. 

“Don’t,” she said, sounding urgent. “Don’t go until I’ve had a chance to talk to you.”

You half-glanced up and saw defiance in the set of her jaw. You knew without looking any further that her blue eyes would be narrowed and her brows drawn, the same face she made when she was working on a difficult homework problem or searching for a memory she couldn’t quite grasp. It sent a pang through you, the way her every expression was engraved in your heart. The way you would always feel her absence in such intense detail. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Pattie said, sounding like she’d practiced this before. “But just let me talk. Just let me talk to you, and then I promise I’ll leave you alone.”

She stood before you, still blocking your path, but you had a feeling if you tried to get around her now she would let you go. It was a long moment, and you knew the right thing would have been to brush past her and put this moment into the locked room in the back of your mind that you tried so hard not to touch anymore, no matter how loudly that hidden part of you was demanding to be let out. 

But, beneath that practiced calm, there had been pain in Pattie’s voice. And you couldn’t stand it when she was in pain. 

She seemed to take your silence for assent, because she continued. “I don’t know if you read any of my letters. I’m guessing you didn’t.”

You didn’t have to wonder how she knew that. Pattie always knew what you were going to do before you did. 

“Well, don’t bother. I didn’t know what I wanted to say to you back then. I was… I was upset.”

Your chest tightened, and you risked a glance at Pattie’s crossed arms. They weren’t crossed in anger, but pulled tightly together like she was hugging herself, holding herself in one piece. 

“But I’ve thought it over and I’ve tried to see it from your perspective, and I know what I want to say to you.” Pattie took a deep breath, and then said, “I’m sorry.”

Your gaze jerked to her face involuntarily, and for the first time in two weeks you looked into Pattie’s bright blue eyes. You’d wondered before what they would look like full of hate, how brutally painful it would be to see those soft blue eyes turn hard. But they weren’t. They weren’t even angry. Pattie just looked hurt.

“It’s not your fault,” you blurted out before you could think it through. The idea of Pattie blaming herself for what had happened between the two of you hadn’t even crossed your mind, and suddenly it seemed like the worst possibility of all. That the pain you’d been carrying for four years, the self hatred and the loneliness and the desperation, would be hers to carry now, too. Surely she didn’t deserve that. Surely that couldn’t be right. 

“Of course it’s my fault,” Pattie said, and her voice wasn’t so carefully even, there was a touch of frustration now, too. 

“I– I wanted to do it, too,” you said shakily, unable to admit that, in fact, you’d wanted to do those things with her for years. “You can’t take all the responsibility for it. And– and anyways,” you were babbling a little, trying to make the hurt, regretful look in her eyes go away, to ward away all the pain you knew she must be feeling, “we probably just confused ourselves with all the, uh, the practicing. I’m sure neither of us meant it.”

But she didn’t seem comforted, not in the slightest. Instead she shook her head slightly and said, “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m not sorry we kissed. I'm sorry–” she swallowed slightly, and then pressed on. “I’m sorry that I never told you how I feel about you.”

What?

You stare, confused. You try to find words to explain the shock, the panic, the fluttering hope, but all you can do is shake your head slowly. “You’re my friend,” you say, breath caught in your throat, repeating the mantra that you always turn to when your daydreams about Pattie get too dangerous. “We’re just friends.”

“Not for me. Not for a long time.”

“But–”

Pattie continued, talking over you like she might not get the words out otherwise. “And I should have said something a long time ago. I should have admitted it to myself a long time ago. I strung you along and let us get all tangled up into something neither of us understands, and now it’s real and we can’t deny it anymore, and that might mean you never talk to me again and so I’m sorry. I’m sorry if we can never be friends again. I’m sorry if we can’t be anything at all.”

It was so sincerely felt, so real and blunt and, just underneath the surface, so alive with pain and regret. Like Pattie really thought she could have confessed her feelings to you a month ago, a year ago, whenever, and you would have wrapped her in your arms and told her you loved her, too. Like you hadn’t been far too much of a coward to ever do that. Like you weren’t such a coward still.

It was on the tip of your tongue to tell her it was alright, you loved her, you wanted her. You were desperate to say it, say anything that would keep this moment from ending and keep her from going away. But, god, you had been so afraid for so long. And all that fear seemed to wrap itself around you like a snake, to squeeze the air out of your lungs, to make it impossible to utter any words at all.

After a long moment of being unable to speak, of staring into her wide blue eyes, so frightened and filled with anticipation, and feeling whatever beautiful thing had existed between you slipping away forever, Pattie’s eyes fell from yours and she shifted slightly to the side, clearly making room to let you leave. The conversation was over. Your chance – your only chance – to save the most important relationship in your entire life was over.

It felt like being cut loose, like you were falling away somewhere deep inside yourself, a fall that would never end, and it washed over you like vertigo or dizziness or just a swirling terror. That slippery ledge you’d been clinging to since the morning after you and Pattie almost made love had finally crumbled and you were falling and falling into the darkness below, and for just a moment you lost your mind.  

“Pattie–” it came out of your lips without your permission, but then more words came tumbling after it. “Pattie, please, don’t be mad at me. Don’t hate me. I just– I just don’t know what to do,” you pleaded.

Pattie looked taken aback, and she reached for you as if to comfort you in just the same way that she always had, but her hand jerked and paused in midair as if she’d suddenly remembered that she wasn’t allowed to do that sort of thing. And that crushed you, because how many times had you caught yourself, scolded yourself, reminded yourself that you weren’t allowed to hug her for too long or curl up beside her too close or stroke her hair out of her face with the kind of tenderness that would have felt right? How many times had you remembered that you weren’t allowed to do that sort of thing, and how deeply had it cut?

“I don’t hate you,” she said, sounding a little confused. “I’m– I’m apologizing.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just – I just– I don’t know what to do to make you… make you not go away.” Humiliatingly, you felt a lump rising in your throat and you had to swallow hard to keep it in check. Crying was probably the only way you could make this situation worse. 

Pattie watched you for a second, and you knew she knew you were trying not to cry, because she knew everything about you. And maybe, you thought, somewhere deep in the back of your mind, maybe she knows how much you love her, too. It should have been a terrifying thought, but somehow it felt like a spark of hope. 

“I'm not going away,” she said softly. You let out the breath you’d been holding, feeling just a trace of the fear, the intensity, fading away. “All I really know is I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“You couldn't,” you said truthfully. Or maybe it wasn’t quite the truth anymore – maybe now that you were allowing this thing growing up between the two of you to become real it meant you were entering a different part of your relationship, a part that was a little bit more complicated and a little harder to understand. That might open the door to something beautiful or might mean losing each other entirely.

But, as Pattie enveloped you in her arms and you felt that familiar rush of warmth and comfort and, just as familiar, the twinge of guilt and fear, you felt something else as well. Something warm and stirring deep in your chest. Not the heat that had pooled in your stomach that night under the moonlight, but something almost like a second heartbeat. A strong, soft, steady pulse. It felt like whatever came after hope. It felt like the opposite of fear.

It felt, you realized, like joy.

[thatoneonionring]

George and Pattie 🗣

[hippieboyd]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGE ☮️✌️

warning:

this might be very unnecessarily long lol

today is george’s birthday (well second half I guess) and this man has helped me in so many ways oh lord. he’s my favorite person that has ever lived and the wisest and most aware man. i hope to even come close to what this man accomplished in his lifetime and to be as connected to the world as he was. i never thought that I could admire somebody so much that isn’t even close to my age and who isn’t physically here anymore, until I got into George Harrison. his music, by far, touched me in so many more ways than any of the other Beatles solo music did and made me learn more about spirituality. thank you, George for everything you have done for so many people including me. i love you💓

[ladyinaesthetic]

Who do you think is the most underrated beatles girl/wife ? 🤔

I think either Olivia or Cynthia

[mysweetgeo]

hi sweet girl ! i hope all is well for ya darling :) i was wondering if you could do a little fic where the reader, cynthia & pattie have a sleepover? specifically with 1, 25, & 49 in fluff please? thanks so much love <333

hello dearest ! i’m sorry this is quite delayed :// and i added maureen cos i felt terrible at the idea of not inviting her to a beatle girl sleepover (silly, i know) but here you are !! i hope you like it :)

Dreamer’s Ball

Request: i was wondering if you could do a little fic where the reader, cynthia & pattie have a sleepover? specifically with 1, 25, & 49 in fluff please? thanks so much love <333

1–“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

25–“Hold my hand.”

49–“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

Pairing: Cynthia Lennon x Pattie Boyd x Maureen Starkey x Female!Reader

Warnings: NONE !! Unless you don’t care for WLW

It’s been a long time since the group of you had hung out together in a setting where it was just the four of you.

The only time you’d all seen each other together was at an event for the boys, where each of your best friends were hung on the arms of their husbands, while you were hung on Paul’s as a stunt Brian had pulled to make Paul more desirable.

You’d arranged for Cynthia, Pattie, and Maureen to stay the night at your place tonight, for a slumber party that was long overdue.

You and Cyn were tucked together on your couch, while Pattie and Mo were snuggled together on the floor under a large blanket eating some popcorn.

“Missed you,” Cyn whispered into your shoulder, her arms wrapping around you for a cuddle.

You smiled softly, “Missed you more,” you said as you pressed a kiss to her head.

Pattie nudged against your legs to get your attention, “Not fair if Cyn gets a kiss and I don’t!”

“I want a kiss too!” Mo exclaimed, her mouth stuffed with popcorn.

Your smile spread into a grin, “Well c’mere then,” you said, motioning for them to join you and Cyn on the couch.

Pattie’s gap-toothed smile lit up the room as she all but leaped into your lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Mo soon joined, tucking into your opposite side and nudging her way under your arm.

Your heart was filled with love when these three were around, they made your days worth the struggle.

“How about we move to my bed, yeah? We can watch a film on the telly,” you said.

The three blondes in your arms sleepily agreed, slowly standing to follow your lead.

Mo sleepily held onto you, her body weight adding to your own as you practically dragged her through your flat.

The four of you climbed into your large bed, resuming the positions you’d had on the couch.

Cynthia tucked herself under your arm and reached tentatively for your hand, “Hold my hand?” She asked, her dark eyes looking up at you.

“Of course, my love,” you said gratefully as you intertwined your fingers.

Pattie curled into you, Maureen was tightly cocooned behind her, her head resting on your shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Quit stealing all the pillows!” Pattie exclaimed, pushing Mo back with her body.

“I’m not a pillow, dear,” you replied, ruffling her hair with your hand.

You looked down at Mo, who was struggling to keep her eyes open.

“You can sleep, Mo, I’ll keep you safe,” you whispered, stroking her hair gently as her eyes fluttered closed.

You gently kissed her nose before relaxing back against your pillows, your best girls tucked into your arms, nothing could possibly be better.

[losers-yurio]

Individuals

Brian May

stress

Pattie Boyd

Validation

Linda McCartney