#paul mcartney x reader

[oasis-for3v3r]

Runaway Baby <3

Pairing- Paul x Assistant!Reader.

Request- maybeeee a Paul x reader where the readers super shy ? And she works as an assistant in the studio but in the next room to their studio? Super fluffy 🥺? And maybe the reader runs away from his romantic advances and Paul accepts the challenge 🤣?

A/N-Please accept this as my “i’ve got my mojo back “ fic. Man transitioning to college is hard. Also, this request reminded me of the song Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars- so essentially this is a song fic. And it will appear latter in the chapter.

Warnings- one suggestive commet but thats it.

You dreaded going to work.

It’s not that you hated it, quite the opposite actually. It had a nice location, not too far from home so your feet wouldn’t hurt from the walk. The pay was nice, considering that you worked for the Beatles as their assistant. You even had your own studio! All together these perks were amazing, but it wasn’t the reason why you dreaded going to work.

It was the people..

Ringo, John and George were considered like your brothers, always teasing you but caring and protecting you none the less. It was so fun to help them and hear the first tastes of the new songs they were writing. 

Paul though.... was a different breed.

He was always... flirting with you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable. Its just the things he’d say made you blush and your ears get hot. It was humiliating and you try to have a normal conversation but you couldn’t get through one without getting flustered and tripping over your words. And it was more humiliating to admit that you liked it a bit.

A bit.

So when you finally got out of the house and onto the street that lead to the studio you practice what would happen.

He calls you bunny? Say “Hey fox”.

No thats way too much

Say “Paul, please we are at work”

No then he would flirt with you outside of work.

What about ‘” I cant be a bunny I don’t have a carrot to chew on”

Oh hell-

Just as you were making yourself red, you bumped your head straight into the door. You were thankful only the receptionist were there otherwise you would have a nosebleed from humiliation.

When you entered the room John and Paul we’re huddled together and mumbling about something, most likely a song. And Rings and Georgie were playing cards.

“Y/N!” Paul said excitedly.

Oh shit

“Hi” you said trying to make your voice deep, but made it higher.

“Before you get all blushy and cute on us, we want to show you something, bunny” Paul said with a wink. Which made your stomach do flip flops.

You sat down, smoothing out your skirt, while George, Ringo John and Paul took their places with their instruments. 

“so Paul came up with the bright idea that he should write a song about you and his relationship” John said he seemed to feel a mix between unamused and excited.

“Relationship?!”you piped up your nose turning a deep red color.

“ Calm down Cutie, its not like that” Paul said calmly, “ it just describes how we are” "Now if there are any more interruptions, i would like to play?”

The bass line started and he began to sing:

Well, looky here, looky here, ah, what do we have? Another pretty thing ready for me to grab But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing 'Cause at the end of the night, it is her I'll be holding

With the song he started to look at t you. And the lyrics made sense. But he was cocky...too cocky.

Run, run, run away, run away, baby Before I put my spell on you You better get, get, get away, get away, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true

The tabloids although fabricated, had some truth to them. And although taboo you did wonder how he would treat you on a date.

So many eager young bunnies that I'd like to pursue Now even though they're eating out the palm of my hand There's only one carrot and they all gotta share it

You understood that reference, and for once you didn’t blush, you grew a smirk on your face , if he wanted to play this game then fine. 

You would just. have to play harder.

Uh, check it out See, I ain't tryna hurt you, baby No, no, no, I just want to work you baby See, I ain't tryna hurt you baby No, no, no, I just want to work you babyIf you're scared, you better run (you better run) You better run (you better run) You better run (you better run) You better, you better, you betterRun, run, run away, run away, baby Before I put my spell on you You better get, get, get away, get away, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true Your poor little heart will end up alone 'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone So you better run, run, run away, run away, baby

When they finish the song, Paul felt victorious. That didn’t last long.

“Well Paulie, if you’re gonna chase me you are gonna have to work faster than that fox.” you said and turned on your heel and left.

Ringo cheered

George joined him and clapped.

John nodded in approval and chuckled.

Paul was cherry red.

[starryluce]

S’mores

^^Gif is not mine

A/N- This is my first time writing for the beatles 

The Beatles x reader

Words-618

Summary- after studying abroad in America for a semester, you come back and teach the boys how to make s'mores 

Being without the boys for a semester was hard. You studied abroad in America, while they did small concerts in Liverpool. You made phone calls to each of them at least every other day, but it didn't make it less hard. But finally, you were back and made sure you called a group meeting right away. You and the boys had a hideout. Nothing too special just a small place outside the park where you'd go to get away from everything. You didn't even reach your flat that night, you went directly to a payphone and met them at the hideout. You were the first to arrive, you pulled your blanket out and placed a hardcover book to steady a single unscented candle. 

“Well, if it isn't our favorite girl,” John smirked, opening's arms for you to hug him. You didn't hesitate and jumped into his arms. He was holding you by your thighs, while your arms were around his neck. “Why do you always have to hog her? you wanker!”. George hit John's arm softly, though if he wasn't holding on to you it would have been hard. You let go of John and he set you back down.

 “Don't get jealous, Geo” you kissed him on the cheek and pulled into a hug, while whispering in his ear, that you secretly liked him better than John. You pulled away from George and went to Paul. “Now tell me, love, how did you manage to get more beautiful in only a few months,” Paul said, while grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. “You flatter me, Paul” you laughed. While he went to hug you, but before he could Ringo grabbed you and turned you around so you could hug him instead. “We were having a moment!” Paul argued, pulling your shoulder back. “Well now we’re having a moment,” Ringo retorted. You pulled back from Ringo giving him a quick smile before facing all of them. 

“I have a surprise!” you exclaimed while opening your backpack. “Did you get us a present?” Paul joked

“My god, I hope it's a picture of you in a Bikini ” John smirked, George hit his arm while nagging something about how John doesn't even believe in god, while John joked that he was a god.

“Boys” you warned while getting graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows out of your bag. “What's this for love?” Ringo asked while grabbing a marshmallow and eating it. “Glad you asked, were making s'mores” you took a seat in front of the candle, lighting it with a match.

“some more of what?” Paul question, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion taking a seat across from you, while the rest of the boys tried to sit as close as possible to you. John decided to sit behind you so you could rest you back against his chest. While George decided to lay his head across your legs with Ringo sat beside on the opposite side of George.

“No, Paul a s’more” you snorted

“I don-” Paul began but you cut him off. “You're killing me, listen you take a fork. Next, you put a marshmallow on the fork, then you put the marshmallow in the fire. Now you take the gram and put the chocolate on it and finally you put the marshmallow on the gram and take the fork out.” You explained while showing them. And you finally handed the s’more to Paul. “Hey, I wanted to try it first,” George whined lifting his head from your leg. 

“I’ll help you make yours,” you said making George smile. The night ended with all the boys passed out on the blankets all cuddled up to you, while you blew the candle out.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Request: Short(er) reader tries to knot Paul’s tie when he’s about to go out in a suit and leans on him, which leads to a fluffy cute moment 💓

Of course! I’m short irl so I love this idea!!

“Y/N, me ties undone! Could’ya help, please!”

“Of course” you replied before seeing the awful mess in front of you.

Paul really was about to go onstage with a packed house with a tie that was backwards!

You felt a little sigh escape your nostrils as you got your hands up, tilting up your chin to see better- but it hurt.

“Paul, uhm, could you...” you asked, embarrassed.

“Oh, y’know, sorry.” He answered, squatting a little, matching you going up to your top toes.

But you saw that other than a small mix up that made it flip over, the tie was fine.

“Paul, what’s u-“

Before you could finish he caught you in his arms, lifted you up and planted a large kiss on your cheek, you smiled as your feet dangled.

“Jus wanted a bit of luck before the show!”

[multiverseofimagines]

Request Rules

hey guys! just juicing up my profile so I’m making this and a masterlist! If you see this in any of the tags I have down, please feel free to request!

What Can You Request?

Imagines 

Blurbs

Headcanons 

Inspired by; songs

Ships ( you need to let me know what fandom(s)

Moodboards 

What Will I Write?

Smut (Everything but pure Incest.) 

Fluff ( Everything but extremely pregnant/ or specifically children.)

Angst ( Everything but abortion ) 

Mental Health Trope ( Not for Actors.)

Specific Reader Characteristics ( thicc! skinny!) 

What I Won't Write 

Nothing about children. It makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Unless it's a domestic blurb or imagines where I mention you having children with said person, I will not write specifically about giving birth/ being extremely pregnant nor about just hanging out with your children. 

Incest this does not include ddlg, daddy kink, nor step daddy tropes. only actual incest is forbidden. anything else is fine. 

I do not write for stranger things anymore, due to experience on here with hate and toxicity.

Will only write for Elton under platonic, male x male or specific standards, such as before he came out, and or before his career/meeting John Reid.

Abortion

Self-harm  (not including anorexia or binge eating.) 

Who I Write For

anyone who is highlighted is who I mostly enjoy writing for.

Rocketman

Taron Egerton (incl. All of his Characters.)

Richard Madden (incl. All of his Characters .)

Charlie Rowe (As Himself and Ray Williams.)

Jamie Bell ( As Himself and Bernie Taupin.)

Kingsman

Colin Firth ( As Himself and Harry Hart)

Merlin

Eggsy

Roxy

The Beatles

John Lennon

Paul Mcartney

Ringo Star

George Harrison

Yesterday

Himesh Patel ( As Himself and Jack Malik)

Gavin

Rocky

Crüe & The Dirt

Nikki Sixx ( booth! Or not.)

Vince Neil ( webber! Or not.)

Mick Mars ( iwan! Or not.)

Tommy Lee ( MGK! or not.)

Queen & Borhap

Freddie Mercury (borhap! Or not.)

Brian May (borhap! Or not.)

Roger Taylor (borhap! Or not.)

John Deacon ( borhap! Or not.)

Rami Malek ( incld. All Characters.)

Joe Mazzello ( incl. All Characters.)

Gwilym Lee

Ben Hardy

Lucy Boynton

Other

David Bowie ( plus king Jareth.)

Elton John ( rockt! or not)

[likesomekindofcheese]

could you do a paul x virgo reader head canon? :)

Of course!

At first, when you agreed to a date, you were so nervous. Considering it’s with a Beatle and the “cute” one I can’t blame you. But Paul finds a very peaceful, mellow park full of growing flowers, green trees, and a nice view of a pond and pretty white bridges. It’s a perfect place and it allows both of you to relax.

Paul and you talk to each other comfortably and naturally. After a week, you already have deep conversations. You discuss everything from history to how people work and why things are the way they are, you both show your intelligence and that makes your love for each other grow as well as your trust and acceptance of vulnerability.

Although you are both different, your intelligence and sharpness make things work when things seem a little tough. You learn that Paul is a bit flighty and loves chatting and partying and he learns you are a planner and a bit of a mom friend. So you let yourself hang loose and enjoy things and Paul learns to get his stuff together.

When you introduce him to your friends and family, you show him off. “Paul’s not only a Beatle, but he’s also the smartest man you ever met!” “See how handsome he is?” It makes him smile and blush and feel loved.

Paul has an extra sense that helps him know how you are feeling. He always asks after you and knows what it is you need or want at that moment. If you have had a rough day, Paul is there with a glass of wine and a blanket.

Plus he is so much fun to be around. Once you both went to the beach and he swept you over his back or in his arms and charged into the cold ocean, much to your squeals. You both leaped into swimming into the waves and played games with volleyball until your face was pink from the sun.

Paul always asks about your day and lets you elaborate. He knows that although he may be a part of the one band everyone is crazy about, you have needs too and he wants to help that. He always makes sure you are loved and cared for since you love and care for so many others, him included.

Taglist: @queenlover05

[likesomekindofcheese]

Could you do a Paul x shy Aries reader please

Of course!

So when Paul first met you, you were at a little gathering. You kept noticing his charm, his very soft eyes, and features that were far too pretty to be male. But he rolled up and did some of his natural flirtation, trying to compliment you or do little things to impress you.

Paul was a little surprised to see you turn pink and smile. You folded your hands and began fiddling with them whenever he got more physically near. But you did not say or do anything or move in a way to reject him or get a message his attention was not wanted. You were just a little shy.

So he took you to a more quiet corner of the party, the smoke was clearer, the music was quieter, and there were less chatter and distraction of distant conversation. Just to talk.

Once you both got going, you were talking. Neither of you has much of a filter. Of course,you asked about music and the band, but he also asked about you, your family and friends, what you thought about things happening, what you were doing, and what you did for fun.

You had hardly noticed the party was dying. Balloons fell down to the floor and people were waving goodbyes with that brief rush of cold air from outside blowing past the end of your neck. Once the music had fully stopped did your head turn and you realize people had left. You went to Paul and said,“it’s over now…and it’s getting late…”

Paul offered to walk you home, and of course, ou both talked along the way. But right at the threshold of your door, sighing deep, you jumped the gun and said “if you like pies, I can bring you one from the local shop. It must be hard for a Beatle to just walk in and get one” you said. Paul, blinking fast, smiled and said yes.

“Who am I to say no to an offer from such a pretty face?” he asked. You turned red and felt like you had been hit with a brick.

 But soon you both were trying every new thing or event. Everything with Paul was new.

One day, you even said “Paul, have you heard of the Venetian carnivals? Wouldn’t it be fun to wear fancy dress and go to a party and dance while wearing a mask?”

Looking up at you from his chair, he asked:“what happened to the little wallflower who was desperate to get out of a party and could hardly look at me every time I smiled?”

You laughed and kissed his cheek, “I got with you, that’s what.”

Taglist: @queenlover05