#ringo's outfits slap

[harrisonlogist]

they honestly never missed

[tothetoppermost]

i love how yoko is just cut from this photos

Heathrow Airport, London, August 1971.

[eddswrold-fandicc]

TomEdd Shmut

It was a normal day in the Edd house. Birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, the sun was out. What a nice day.

Sike.

Tom and Tord had gotten into a fist fight. Matt had tried to break them up, but got roughly pushed out of the way and his mirror broken. Edd was out of the house, taking Ringo to a pet store for a halloween costume.

Tord had thrown Tom onto the coffee table, breaking it in half.

"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID, ASSHOLE!" Tom got up, pointing to the broken table.

"It would've been fine if it wasn't for your fat ass, jehovah." Tord wiped the blood running from his nose.

Matt was crying in the corner, holding the shards of his broken mirror like it was his child, "You two better clean this up before Edd comes ho-home," he sniffled.

Tom and Tord looked at each other, panicked.

Suddenly they were friends now, quickly cleaning the house like they had just had a party and their parents were coming home.

God forbid Edd gets mad. He usually had a lot of patience, but piss him off and you're a dead man.

The two bloodied boys were about halfway through with cleaning when they heard keys jingling outside. They rushed in a panic. They haven't even gotten to the living room yet, and it was the worst out of all the rooms.

They hurried to the living room, picking up the broken table, but it was too late.

Edd had walked through the door, holding Ringo in a pumpkin outfit. He stopped mid tracks when he saw the table smashed in two. He gently set down his little pumpkin, letting her walk away before slamming the front door closed.

"What. The hell." Calm as can be. Oh no.

Tom looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. Tord started stuttering, trying to explain what had happened.

"They were fighting. Tord threw Tom on the table," Matt broke through, walking to the kitchen.

Tord glared at him.

"What? I'm not gonna lie to him." Matt shot his hands up in defense.

"Thank you Matt," Edd said calmly. He looked back at the two standing in the living room, "After you two clean this up, go to your rooms and I'll have a word with both of you."

The two nodded, slowly starting to clean up the pieces of wood scattered on the carpet.

Tom tried bending down to pick up a half of the table, but realized he couldn't. His back was in pain.

He quickly stood up, finding another way to pick up their mess. He chose to squat down, but it still hurt. Not as much as bending, but it still hurt.

His face pinched in pain every time he squat down. And Edd had noticed.

Once the two were done with their mess, Tord had dismissed Tom so he can vacuum.

Tom painfully walked up the stairs and into his room, quietly closing the door behind him.

He layed on his bed, on his stomach, waiting for Papa Edd to come punish him.

He heard Edd already talking to Tord downstairs. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew what was happening.

After a few minutes, everything got quiet. That's when Tom knew that he was next. He felt like a child, waiting in their room to be punished by their parent.

He heard Edd's heavy footsteps getting closer to his door. He quietly embraced himself for what might happen next.

Edd opened his door, closing it behind him.

"Tom."

Tom kept his head down, staying quiet and still. Maybe if Edd thought he was sleeping-

A harsh slap was delivered to Tom's ass. His head jumped up, looking back at Edd, who stood with his arms crossed and a glare.

"Ow! What the fu-"

"Sit up and face me." Edd's voice was deep and stern. It honestly made Tom blush.

His gay ass.

Tom sat on the edge of his bed, facing Edd. He looked down, avoiding eye contact with the man towering over him.

"Look at me, Tom."

Tom's blush became a deeper red when Edd said his name. He looked up at him, softly biting his lip.

Edd crouched down so they were face to face, "If you two break any of the furniture over something so stupid again, I'll have your ass on my wall. Do I make myself clear?"

Tom felt his pants getting tighter. Edd smelled so... sexy.

Tom nodded, moving his hands between his thighs so Edd wouldn't see his erection.

Edd retreated back to his normal, happy self, "Great! Take off your shirt and let me see your back."

Tom's black eyes widened, "What? No!"

Edd's voice got low again, "Did I fucking stutter? Take your shirt off, Tom."

Tom still hesitated.

"Now."

He jumped at Edd's voice being so stern, but boy did it turn him on even more. Now he wanted to argue to keep Edd in his room, then maybe he can jack off later to Edd's voice.

"I don't think so, Edd." Tom smirked.

Edd quietly glared at the smaller man below him.

"Fine then."

Edd quickly gripped the bottom of Tom's hoodie, pulling it over his head.

Tom shrieked from the sudden attack. He covered his arms from the chill in the room.

"Give that back!"

Edd shook his head, tossing the hoodie aside and going for Tom's shirt next.

Tom curled himself into a ball on his bed, swatting away Edd's hands.

Edd pushed him back, but tom uncurled himself and tried to crawl away.

That's when Edd did the unthinkable. He gripped Tom by his waist, pulling him towards him. His crotch smashed into Tom's ass, causing Tom to gasp.

He tried again to squirm away from Edd.

"You better be still before I pull your pants down and smack your bare ass."

Tom stilled, blushing immensely at Edd's words.

There he was, staying still in a doggy style position, his whole face red, letting Edd slide his hands up his shirt and take it off. Did I mention that Tom was incredibly horny?

Edd tossed his shirt on his hoodie, looking at his back. It was bruised straight down the spine and going onto his tailbone.

He ran his fingers on Tom's spine, pushing down and feeling for any bumps.

Tom jerked and whined, trying to move away from Edd.

"What did I say, Tom?"

Tom went still again, remembering what Edd had said earlier. He didn't want him to see his erection. Or know that he turned Tom on.

Edd's hands went lower down the bruised spine, stopping at the tailbone. He used both hands, wrapping his fingers around Tom's waist and pushing his thumbs into the bruising.

"Ah- ow, Edd!" Tom sprang forward.

"Alright, that's it." Edd pulled Tom's pants down to his knees, leaving his ass bare for him to see.

He noted how soft and plush Tom's ass looked.

"Wait, Edd-" Edd gave Tom a harsh smack across his ass, making Tom jump and cover his mouth.

He smacked again, making Tom jump again. He noticed Tom closing his eyes and his facial features softening.

Before Edd could deliver a third hit, he noticed something. Tom was hard and dripping precum.

"You're not supposed to like this, Tom." Edd delivered the third smack, watching Tom's cock twitch in excitement.

"S-Sorry..." Tom was completely embarrassed.

Edd sighed, thinking of a way for Tom to not enjoy it. That horny fucker.

"What if I..." Edd gently slid his finger over Tom's puckering hole.

Tom gasped, looking back at Edd, "Wh-what are you doing- ah~!"

Edd slid his finger into Tom, gently fingering him before adding another.

"You like this, don't you?"

Tom bit his lip, looking down in shame. Of course he liked it, why wouldn't he?

"Answer me, Tom." Edd smacked Tom's ass again, moving his fingers around inside him.

"Y... yes.. I like this."

"Do you want more~?" Edd's voice was starting to become seductive.

Tom thought for a moment. Did he want more? Well, it was better than having a lonely jack off session later. But he hasn't slept with Edd before. He's only hooked up with Tord.

Edd's fingers hit Tom's prostate, making him gasp, throw his face into the bed, and moan.

Edd smirked, hitting it again, making Tom moan more.

"God, Edd please fuck me~!" Tom moaned into the sheets.

Edd took his fingers out of Tom and took off his own pants. He teased Tom's hole with the tip of his dick, causing Tom to whimper and moan.

"Got any lube?"

Tom quickly pointed to his bedside table. Edd slid the drawer open, pulling out a bottle of lube. He put a droplet onto his finger and rubbed it around Tom's entrance. Then he coated his cock in the lube, making sure to get it slippery.

He set the lube aside, taking his cock into his hand and teasing Tom's entrance again.

"Edd, please~"

Edd slowly pushed his dick in, causing the smaller man moan and grip the sheets.

Once he was fully inside of Tom, he didn't give him time to adjust to his size. He started ramming into Tom, hitting his prostate with each thrust.

Tom's mouth gaped open, tears welling in his eyes. It was painful, but felt so good, and he was loving it.

Edd leaned forward, wrapping his hand around Tom's neck and pulling him back a little.

"You like wrecking the furniture? I'll make sure you don't walk for a few days."

Tom moaned at Edd's threat. He never knew Edd could be so rough.

He grabbed his own cock, jerking himself off, overstimulated by the pleasure from both ends.

Edd took his hands off of Tom's throat and gripped his cock. He started pumping his fist at the same pace he was thrusting, making Tom go nuts.

He could tell that he was close.

Edd gripped the base of Tom's cock, not allowing him to cum.

"Eeedddd~ plea-asEee~!"

"Uh-uh. Little Tommy isn't cumming today." Edd started panting as he was ramming into Tom.

He started getting close himself. He was panting and becoming sloppier with his thrusting. He made sure his grip didn't leave Tom's cock though.

Edd rested his head on Tom's bruised back, breathing heavily and lightly kissing it.

His thrusts became slower as he came inside Tom, filling him with his warm juices.

Tom moaned at the warmth that invaded his rear. He felt Edd pull out, but his hand didn't leave his base.

"Edd, please~! Let me cum."

Tom begged and whined, earning a harsh slap from Edd again.

"No. Bad boys don't get to cum."

Well, shit. Looks like Tom was going to have a lonely jerk off session after all.

[dusted-0negin]

😳, 🙈 and 🤯 because I'm insecure af

😳: what do you think of me

The biggest Ringo's fan! Not even kidding, you actually made me research him more. Great sense of humour sprinkled with anxiety. A fellow cat lover! A talended writer. Seriously, why don't you write more? + Your new profile pic slaps.

🙈: If you don’t know what I look like, guess!

Alright. Fairly short? Like 160-165 cm? Dark hair. Really bright and beautiful smile. It's either colourful or black on black outfits, nothing in between. Slighly oversided fits. Big eyes! And sneakers, idk, why.

🤯: one secret thought about me

You're a good cook! And if not, you enjoy good food. (And if that's not true either, then fek, you should write more -- though that's not very secret, is it, considering I wrote it above.)

mutuals asks game

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through III

Chapter: 3/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

John had hurried towards Spike with Ringo tailing behind him somewhat reluctantly, the money already gripped tightly in his hand - how much John had spent at this place Ringo didn't want to know. Spike had changed from his earlier outfit, although being completely nude couldn't really be classed as an outfit, into the tight black shorts that most of the 'waiters' were wearing with purple suspenders stretching across his bare chest and over-the-knee leather boots. Ringo took a sharp inhale at the sight, his eyes following every curve and sharp edge of Spike's body. He was almost hairless, quite the contrast to Paul's body hair, and the smoothness of his skin spilled perfectly into the shorts. Ringo wished he could've continued staring at him from a safe distance but before long John was whispering into Spike's ear and passing the money into his hand. Spike then looked over to Ringo and gave him a small grin which already made Ringo's stomach stir, this wasn't a good start at all, and after that he began leading Ringo to one of the corners of the club where many curtained sections sat. As Ringo passed John, he gave him an encouraging slap on the back which only made him feel all the more awkward.

It was difficult not to watch the sway of Spike's hips as he walked, the way his arse moved in the painfully tight fabric which couldn't have been very comfortable. Spike hadn't said a word to him, just smiled and beckoned Ringo with his finger then began to walk. Were they supposed to talk? Ringo felt himself stressing over the strangest things as he was willingly led away into that dark corner. He started to worry about how he looked and his eyes darted around in search of a mirror but he couldn't find any; unsurprisingly the last thing the majority of the sleazy guys here wanted to see was their own depressed face looking back at them.

Once they arrived at the partition of one of the empty spaces Spike turned slowly and ran his hand up the velvety material of the curtain and tilted his head to signal Ringo to step inside. It wasn't the most normal sequence of events Ringo had experienced, as Spike closed the curtain behind him and the only light left was the dim glow of pink strips of neon light. Spike looked even more beautiful in the low light, the shadows on his gaunt face and tracing over his bone and muscle made him look almost otherworldly.

There was a fixed pole in the centre with plush seating surrounding it, coloured pink to match. Ringo felt himself stumbling as he walked, he'd like to say it was due to the relative darkness but he knew it was his nerves. The silence was bordering on deafening, the low thumping of the music from the main room seemed to have been replaced by the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. Why was he so nervous? It was just like John said, he just had to watch him dance. He didn't just have to, he wanted to, very much so. Ringo took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he internally ordered himself to calm down and to enjoy himself. Opening his eyes to see Spike looking right back at him expectantly didn't set him off at the best start, but if he couldn't handle eye contact he supposed he might as well get out of there before anything actually started happening.

Ringo sat himself down in the space closest to the exit, he didn't want to look rude but he figured it was best to be prepared if there was a repeat of what happened the last time he'd seen Spike dance.

"I don't bite." Spike broke the silence "I'd have to charge a lot more for that." He punctuated his sentence with a grin which revealed his sharp teeth that looked extremely fit for that purpose.

Ringo laughed nervously in response, he was gripping the fabric of his trousers "Your, erm- Your guitar playing was really great. The singing too." He found himself talking without thinking, like someone trying to remove the awkwardness in a lift, and he would've cringed in embarrassment but managed to suppress it.

"Oh. Thank you." Spike was stood at the farthest corner fiddling with a battered phone which looked like it was plugged into the speakers "You seem like you know your music, anything in particular you wanna hear?"

Suddenly Ringo had forgotten the name of every song he'd ever listened to in his entire life "No, no you can pick." He paused between almost every word and he cursed himself for appearing so nervous.

"You don't come to places like this often, do you?" Spike laughed quietly and Ringo only hoped he was laughing with him rather than at him.

"What gave it away?" Ringo matched his laugh and it helped ease the nerves somewhat.

Spike didn't respond, instead he put the phone down as 'Love My Way' by The Psychedelic Furs began to play. Shit, this was it. All the anxiety that Ringo had lost in those few seconds came back in abundance as Spike began to walk back over to him, a predatory look in his eyes.

"So where do you want me?" His voice had lowered a little, the huskiness in it coming out more "The pole, or your lap?" He paused in the middle of the sentence and Ringo struggled to swallow.

Ringo felt like someone had just asked him how he wanted to die: painfully or very painfully. The pole would give a considerable amount of distance between them but that somehow made it worse, he'd be very aware of his presence sitting alone in that chair very visible to Spike. Yet with a lap dance he was risking a repetition of his previous fleeing escapade, but Ringo couldn't deny he'd love to see that look Spike had given him: the devilish and sultry glance over his shoulder.

His mouth felt too dry to speak but he managed to squeak out "Lap, please."

Please? Was he a child asking if he could stay up past his bedtime? He cursed himself once again, he wondered how many times he'd done that since he walked in here. Spike let out another quiet chuckle as he closed the space between them. Ringo braced himself to be completely undone, which was probably a little contradictory but he was in far from the right state of mind right now. The music was barely audible over the pounding of Ringo's heart, for a split second he worried it might actually explode.

Spike looked down at Ringo through his dark lashes, a faint grin still spread across his lips, as he slowly slid himself down so that he was once again hovering above Ringo's lap, he ran his hand down his thigh as he did and the sound of friction against the leather boots made Ringo twitch a little. He began moving his hips slowly, picking up a pace that met with the beat of the music. Ringo's hands were balled in fists at his side, one playing with a button in the seat to ensure he remained at least somewhat conscious. As Spike circled his hips a hair's breadth away from Ringo's groin, he became very quickly aware just how tight those short were, particularly in the front. Was he hard? Surely it'd be a little weird if he was hard, or maybe it'd be weirder if he wasn't. Either way he couldn't stop looking there, at it. There was a definite bulge in the shorts but with a fit so tight it'd be almost impossible to avoid one, but it looked rather present to not be erect. Before Ringo could come to a conclusion about this pressing question, his mind was distracted when he felt a dreadfully familiar sensation. Now he was hard. Fuck. How long had be been staring at Spike's cock? It must've been long enough because when Ringo dragged his eyes away to look upwards, Spike was looking at him extremely knowingly. Ringo couldn't help letting out a sound which was a mixture between a laugh and a scoff, one which said 'Well shit'. Ringo imagined he must've looked pretty pathetic in that moment, he wished he could explain that the massive virgin energy he was giving off wasn't accurate in the slightest.

Spike seemed to enjoy it, at least that's what the gleam in his eyes suggested but it was very difficult to tell, it could've just been him figuring out he'd be able to wrap Ringo around his little finger with ease. He began running his hand over his chest, toying with one of the suspenders but as he pulled it down he switched his position so that his back was to Ringo. Ringo knew that this was supposed to be teasing, that he was supposed to expect to be able to drool over his chest only to be presented with his back instead as though it was some sort of downgrade. But it was far from it. Spike slid the second suspender off his shoulder and Ringo watched hungrily as the muscles in his back flexed and his sharp shoulder blade protruded outwards. The fabric fell loose at his sides, hitting against Ringo's legs which were strategically - and painfully - pressed together tightly. Spike then ran his fingers down both suspenders and gripped the ends tightly, spinning it so that they wrapped around his thin wrists. Was this supposed to be some kind of bondage thing? Ringo wasn't entirely sure, but he was sure that he liked it very much. Spike stretched them outwards as far he could, clenching his fists and moving them up to his chest then quickly released his hands so that they snapped back downwards loudly. Ringo swore he gasped but his mind was getting so hazy at this point that he could hardly tell.

One of the suspenders was removed, not without Spike making a show of his slim fingers rubbing over his bare skin or fiddling with the mechanism, then tossed onto the floor behind them. The second came off too but this one wasn't discarded, rather he took hold of each end and turned back to face Ringo. The mischievous smile returned while he placed the fabric behind Ringo's head so that it pressed against the back of his neck, then he tightened his grip on both ends and began thrusting upwards, throwing his head backwards and opening his mouth slightly. This alone was enough to melt Ringo entirely, he was constantly swallowing and licking his lips and his eyes darted all over Spike's body, but then something else happened. It was only for a moment, so quick that Ringo wasn't even certain that it happened, but as Spike rolled his hips back he brushed against Ringo's erection ever so slightly. The wanton noise Ringo let out was pathetic to say the least, but he was past caring at this point.

No touching was the one rule Ringo thought he understood about this whole thing, it was probably the only thing that stopped him from going absolutely insane as he knew that no matter how irresistible Spike looked at least he wasn't going to touch him. Apparently he'd even been wrong about that. Ringo had been so out of it that he hadn't realised Spike had thrown the other suspender somewhere, what snapped him out of his daze was the feeling of Spike picking up his hand to press against his bare chest. Ringo was very glad that Spike didn't let go bcause he didn't feel like he had any control over that hand in the slightest. Spike hissed a little when the cold metal of Ringo's rings pressed against his skin, it definitely didn't go unnoticed. Ringo looked up at him a little helplessly, more so than anything because he couldn't really cope looking at his own hand touching him. His skin was smooth and warm; it was far from the first man he'd touched but it may as well have been with how intense the sensation was.

Before his brain could even compute what was going on, Spike lifted Ringo's hand away to set it back down. Just before he let go of it completely, he held it for a moment and ran his finger over each of the rings, circling his finger over the gem on one of them. This shouldn't have affected Ringo as much as it did, it's not like they were even a part of his body, yet he still inhaled sharply as he did it. As his hand fell back to his side the palm felt like it was burning.

How much time had passed? Another song was playing, was this the second or the third one? How much longer did he have? Ringo's brain was in overdrive while also being strangely sluggish.

Ringo thought the two of them couldn't be much closer but then Spike slid himself onto the seat, raising his thighs upwards so that he was practically straddling him. As he did this their groins rubbed together again, and this time Ringo failed to hold his tongue.

"Fuck." He breathed out harshly which resulted in another chuckle from Spike.

Thankfully he didn't stay so close for very long, one more grind like that and Ringo would almost certainly explode, but the alternative wasn't any more forgiving. Spike lifted his hips upwards, spreading his knees out farther so that his crotch was level with Ringo's chest. Part of Ringo felt like he shouldn't be looking so shamelessly, but there was almost nowhere else to look even if he wanted to. Spike's hand began tracing over his torso once more, Ringo couldn't help thinking about how the skin had felt under his own fingers, then ran down to the top of the shorts. No. Surely not. Ringo felt his eyes widening as Spike's other hand mirrored the first and both thumbs dipped under the material. There had to be something underneath, there had to be. After all John had said this place wasn't like that, but maybe Ringo's first mistake was trusting John.

Gradually inch upon inch of skin was revealed, the sound of the leather unsticking shouldn't have been sexy but Ringo was coming undone all the same. The position was difficult, Ringo was very quickly realising why this was a well paid profession. The urge to reach his hand up was becoming unbearable, but the last thing Ringo was going to do was cross that respectful boundary without permission. Much to his relief, and slight disappointment, the straps of underwear underneath were revealed as Spike pulled the shorts off. Straps was the only way to describe them, the material was minimal to say the least. The whole thing seemed to be happening in slow motion, right up until Spike slid the leather past his cock, and suddenly everything was going a mile a minute. It sprung out from the tight restraint and Ringo's mouth dropped open to let out a frustrated whine.

His mouth didn't stay agape for long as Spike ran two of his fingers alongside the bottom of Ringo's jaw to position it slightly higher - and probably to restrain him somewhat - as he began thrusting upwards once again. Yet another of his senses was being overwhelmed at this point, as if sight and sound weren't bad enough now he could smell him. It was a mixture of sweat and light perfume, and Ringo breathed in the scent like he was starved for oxygen. He wondered whether Spike had been watching him the entire time or if his eyes just wandered about the room with little interest, but all Ringo could do was wonder since hid eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of him.

In a fairly swift movement Spike then climbed off of him, sliding from the seat elegantly and removing the shorts entirely all before Ringo had even recognised he was moving. Once again he turned his back but he did it slowly this time, turning on his heel to reveal the extreme lack of material covering his arse. Ringo didn't even think they made thongs for men, but he was very grateful to whoever came up with the idea. One slim band of fabric ran down between Spike's two cheeks, his arse was very tight and petite. It didn't really matter that Ringo couldn't touch him because Spike was touching himself, and that was far sexier. His slim fingers spread out over each cheek as he bent forward slightly, then he threw one hand into the air only to spank it down hard onto the skin. It let out a harsh sound and Spike let out a quiet moan, Ringo was almost certain he was putting it on but that didn't make it any less arousing. He spanked himself again, once, twice and a third time, every time his moans got a little louder. On the final spank, he gripped the flesh tightly and left imprints in the redness that was beginning to show.

Spike then straightened his back, tensing his muscles as he stretched upwards slightly which Ringo watched with great interest. He began to walk around the seats so that he was behind Ringo, then placed his hands flat onto Ringo's chest and ran them downwards. When they reached his belt he stopped and circled his fingers for a moment or two before swiftly removing them entirely. He ran a single finger across the back of Ringo's neck and let out a satisfied hum.

"I'll leave you alone to collect yourself." Spike's voice sounded booming considering nobody had spoken for a while, and it shook Ringo harshly back to reality.

Ringo could hear rustling behind him as he could only assume Spike was putting on what little clothes he'd started in, he never saw it for himself as by the time he'd turned around to look Spike was already gone. He couldn't help feeling a little unsatisfied, only because he'd been so intensely satisfied for so long with no real conclusion. Wasn't this supposed to help with his sexual frustration? It seemed to have done the exact opposite if his aching erection was anything to go by. His heart was still pounding, it had never really stopped.

This whole ordeal felt like a one night stand condensed into about fifteen minutes, complete with the hasty collection of clothes, except without the release of actually having sex. Ringo cursed John, he cursed himself but mostly he cursed Spike. How dare he be able to toy with him so easily, to turn him into a whining mess without much of a word or a touch. It was utterly deplorable, and Ringo needed more of it.

But first he had other matters to attend to, namely disowning John and finding a new best friend that wouldn't dare to punish him this way.

[therainroguefanfiction]

♆ Yandere (Ringo Noyamano) You’ll See

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,172 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Ringo ☁

World: Air Gear ☁

Prompt: #2: ”It’s for your safety. You’ll see.” ☁

Author’s Note: This was requested for the Yandere Set! If you’d like to request your own, please see my post [here] to check and see which are available~ I had to research this one because it’s been so damn long since I last watched Air Gear xD

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You had never really been into Air Trecks, though you did enjoy hanging out at the park and watching the riders as they had fun, especially your girlfriend, Ringo. She had always been such a gorgeous girl in your eyes, but when she was skating, she turned into a goddamn goddess. This is the main reason you decided to try it out for yourself, though the constant bugging from Ikki and crew were also factors in this decision.

When you told Ringo that you wanted to get into Air Trecks and had saved up enough to buy a pair, she did her best to persuade you against the idea, giving you an entire two-page list of why you shouldn’t do so, but your mind had been made up, much to her great displeasure.

Ringo ran a hand through her burgundy hair in frustration as she sat in her desk. Her hair had gotten quite long since starting her second year of high school, easily reaching past her butt. She used to always keep her hair in twin tails, but ever since you told her how beautiful she looked with her hair down, she had since abandoned the previous style.

You shifted in the desk in front of her, resting your arms on the back of the chair as you gave her the cutest look you could muster. “You know, it would be awesome if there was some beautiful, smart, talented girl with lots of knowledge about Air Trecks that could help me pick out the right pair~”

Despite herself, she smiled slyly and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Hmm, I hope you find her.”

“Come on, Ringo.” You reached forward, taking her hand into your own. “Are you really going to leave me alone? What if I choose the wrong pair and it explodes or something?”

“That’s not going to happen, Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, curling her fingers around your own. “Fine, but if you’re going to get into ATs, you’re going to do it right. I’m going to start teaching you!”

You straightened your back, offering her a mock salute as you attempted, and failed, to keep a straight face. “Yes, Ringo-sensei!”

She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she just loved the way you spoke her name and she could definitely get used to you calling her ‘sensei’. It made her feel like she had power over you and that made her heart race within her breast. She leaned forward, tugging you closer until your lips met hers. “You’re lucky I love you,”

You hummed against her lips, unable to hide your smile. “I know I am~”

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You stuck your head out of your bedroom window, eyes cast toward the darkening sky. It was only six-thirty in the afternoon and yet the sun was gone, hidden behind gray clouds. Thunder roared overhead, rattling the glass above you, and it was followed soon after by a streak of lightning, angrily striking the earth in the distance.

Your phone buzzed on the bed, making you pull yourself back into the room to check the screen. There were two unread messages, one from Ringo and one from Ikki.

• Ringo: ‘There’s a storm rolling in. You’re still at home, right?’

• Ikki: ‘Yo you comin or not?’

You had to chuckle at how different the two messages felt. First, you replied to Ringo, letting her know that you were, in fact, at home, safe and sound. You had to admit, you felt a bit guilty. Even though you weren’t lying to her, you knew she’d be upset about you leaving the house. Next, you texted Ikki to let him know that you were on the way. You grabbed your ATs and headed out the door. With any luck, the rain would wait until you got some practice in.

Ringo was set to start teaching you this weekend, but you wanted to get in some practice before the lessons started because you weren’t sure you’d even be able to stand up in the skates, and how embarrassing would it be if you fell on your ass in front of her. You could picture her stifling her laughter as she watched you and it made you feel terrible inside. Shaking your head to get rid of the image, you ran faster.

The park was empty because of how late it was getting, and because of the storm that was threatening to open up at any moment. You scanned the area, but couldn’t spy the male anywhere.

“BOO!”

“Ah!” You jumped in surprise, dropping the skates to the ground and whipping around, eyes wide and heart racing.

Ikki burst out laughing, falling to the ground as he clutched his stomach. “Your face!!”

You scowled, lightly kicking his shin. “You’re such a jerk,”

A light, airy giggle made you glance up. Standing a couple feet behind him was a girl with short pink hair, her outfit short and clinging tightly to her body. You had never seen this person before, but you knew instantly who she was – Simca. Ringo hated her, often complaining to you about her on more than a few occasions. Likewise, Ikki never missed an opportunity to comment on how hot she is.

Though you had never met her, you didn’t like the aura she radiated. She seemed the type to toy with people, someone who would stab you in the back without much provocation. Plus, she made Ringo very unhappy, and that was more than enough to make you dislike her.

Ikki pulled himself to his feet, wiping away the tears from his eyes. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Get your ATs on and let’s go!”

You nodded, settling yourself on the bench so you could remove your sneakers. Even though you had already worn them once at the store to make sure they fit properly, they still felt so magical wearing them. You felt lighter, free from all of the worries and problems that bound you to the earth.

Carefully, you stood up. Pride filled you as you were able to keep your balance without falling. “Okay, what’s first?”

“We race!” He grinned widely.

Simca giggled, putting a manicured hand over her mouth. “Whoever wins gets a picture of me!”

Your brow furrowed, lips tugging down. “That’s not very -”

But the two of them had already taken off, leaving clouds of dust as they sped down the sidewalk.

You swallowed your nerves as more thunder rolled overhead and you carefully tried to move forward, but all you ended up doing was lift your foot. ‘He could have at least told me how to make these things go,’ You sighed, leaning forward so you could look down at them. The motor suddenly engaged and your body jerked forward, arms flapping frantically to keep yourself upright. Your heart raced fearfully as the scenery around you started to blur, the warm air nipping at your face. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and your lips split into a wide grin. ‘This is… so awesome!’

You were starting to catch up to the pair so you leaned forward excitedly, willing your ATs to go faster. And they did, but the pair suddenly jumped into the air, their feet landing on the side of a brick building. They skated upward with ease, crossing paths back and forth to form a chain of figure eights.

You were quickly approaching the wall and, while some panic seeped into your chest, you didn’t attempt to come to a stop. ‘If that fool Ikki can do it, then so can I!’ And you certainly did try, but apparently it wasn’t quite as simple as just jumping onto the wall. You managed to get one foot up but the skate tried to rush up the wall without the rest of your body.

The world around you flipped as your body slammed against the ground, arm twisting at an unnatural angle beneath you. A cry of pain shot from your lips, but it was masked by the sudden boom of thunder. The sky opened up, rain starting to fall in sheets from the sky.

The adrenaline quickly faded as pain took over your body, your right arm going completely numb. You bit your lip hard, trying to pull your body upright but the slightest bit of movement caused a jolt of pain to shoot through your arm. ‘Ringo is going to be so pissed…’

“Are you okay?” Simca’s face appeared above you, looking worried as she kneeled beside you, arm resting on your uninjured arm.

“I think it’s broken,” you groaned, head falling back against the pavement.

“Can you mov -”

“Get away from them!” Cried an angry voice, followed by a blur of burgundy as Simca was slapped away from you, clutching her reddening cheek. Ringo’s eyes flared with rage as she put herself between the two of you. She was about to attack again when Ikki appeared, throwing himself in front of her.

“Calm down, Ringo!”

“Calm down?” She cried, bordering hysterics. “How can I possibly calm down when she -”

“Ringo,” you called softly, trying to ignore the pain in your arm as you reached out to her, barely managing to tug on the bottom of her shirt.

“Leave,” she hissed at them, waiting for them to walk away before kneeling beside you. Her gaze softened, but you could still see the rage burning within the depths of her purple eyes. “What the hell were you thinking? What was the point of even asking me to teach you?”

You frowned, guilt swirling with the pain. “I’m sorry… I just… I wanted to impress you, you know? I thought if I got some lessons from Ikki before you started teaching me, I could impress you and you wouldn’t laugh at me.”

“Idiot,” she scolded, taking your face between her hands. “I would never laugh at you.” She suddenly pulled back, pulling her sweater over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra.

“R-Ringo, what -” Your face burned as you scanned her body before quickly looking away.

She chuckled, draping the sweater over your body. “You’re going to get sick,”

‘I’m pretty sure you’re more likely to get sick in just a sports bra…’ you sweatdropped, but you didn’t argue. The pain was getting worse and you just didn’t have the energy to argue about it.

Her fingers gently stroked your cheek as she shifted to hover her body over your own, blocking most of the rain from hitting you. “You were with Simca,”

“It was just supposed to be just Ikki…”

“To think that bitch touched you,” she muttered, her grip tightening against your cheeks. “I’m going to kill her.”

“Ringo,” you breathed out, your free hand resting against her waist. “There’s no need for that. I’m yours, you know that.”

Her lips curved into a smirk, ghosting over your own. “Yes, yes you are. All mine.”

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You stifled a yawn as you stepped out of the house, your right arm in a sling around your neck. In your other hand was your ATs, which Ringo had explicitly ordered you not to wear.

Ringo pushed away from the wall when she saw you, taking the ATs from your hand before setting them by the door and then lacing her fingers with your own. “Are you ready to start your lessons?”

You nodded, giving her hand a squeeze as you started toward the park, glancing back at the skates you had spent so much money on. “You don’t plan on letting me figure it out on my own, do you?”

She scoffed angrily. “I would never do something so stupid,”

“I know, I know.”

The park was full of people, young and old. Little kids were running around playing on the jungle gym while their parents sat nearby, chatting about their lives. Several high schoolers on ATs were riding around, seeing who could do cooler tricks.

You plopped down onto the bench with a huff. “How am I supposed to learn how to skate without my skates?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you back on your ATs?” She narrowed her eyes at you, hand on her hip. “You’re going to study the basics first by watching me,” Ringo stated matter of factly.

“Come on, Ringo, you’re being too over-protective!” You motioned toward your arm. “Don’t you think I’ve learned my lesson? I’ll be much more careful from now on.”

Ringo clicked her tongue as she stepped closer to you, hands resting on either side of your neck as she lowered her voice, eyes shining with a sort of crazed affection. “It’s for your safety, Y/N. You’ll see. I won’t allow you to be hurt again.” Her nails dug into your skin when you didn’t respond, and you winced. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ringo.” You responded, unable to look away from her intense gaze.

“Hmm,” her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “‘Yes, Ringo‘ what?”

“Yes… Ringo-sensei,”

She giggled, roughly claiming your lips.

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Down and Out With These Love Songs

by rmnants

John Lennon has a problem. Well, more than one problem; his Tupperware of bagels is almost empty, he might just be failing his classes, and Paul McCartney severely disapproves of his horny issues. But, there‘s astrology and George Harrison the Second Slut to help solve them. Oh, and a hot teacher whose name is Richard (Big Dick Ritchie?) Starkey. Well.

Words: 7417, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Pattie Boyd, Olivia Arias, Jane Asher (mentioned), Mimi Smith (mentioned), Jim McCartney (mentioned), Martha (Paul McCartney's Dog), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: John Lennon/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney, John Lennon & George Harrison, George Harrison/Olivia Arias, George Harrison & Paul McCartney, George Harrison & Pattie Boyd

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Era, New York, Movie References, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, John Has Issues, There’s Bagels & Vegans, A Tattooed Paul, Astrology, George is Insane, The Second Slut, Both Are Stylish, john is trying his best, Leather, Fishnets, lots of references, But Not Just Movies, iPhone Overlords, John Likes Android, bastard, Oh There Are Cats, Gay John Lennon, Bisexual Paul McCartney, Pansexual George Harrison, duh - Freeform, ringo is ringo, Lots of (brackets), WORMS ON A STRING!, Cooking, Outfit Coordination, TEA!!!, COFEEE!!!, Rock and Roll, Bars and Pubs, Second Chapter Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, light rimming, Like Just a Lick, Bruises, Marks, Dirty Talk, Top!Ringo, bottom!John, Choking, That’s a Kink of Mine Apparently, A Light Slap, Obvious Lube, Oral Fixation, Mentioned oral sex, Pet play?, just a nickname, over the desk, in a flashback, Forgot to Pay Attention to Cocks Again, maybe next time, Prostate Massage, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, back talk, unprotected sex, but they talk about it, USE CONDOMS MY WHORES, Creampie, Minor Loss of Consciousness, light aftercare, a.k.a. - Freeform, Showers & Clean-Up, Morning Sex, LMFAO - Freeform, spirituality, Sorry if that bothers you, ARE THERE MORE FUCKING TAGS, Indian food, Geo is Straight for Six Seconds, think that’s it, Buckle Up & Enjoy, details

[paulvibe]

Just Friends - Part 4 (Paul McCartney x Reader)

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Summary: Paul and you go to a TV interview

Authors Note: Thank you guys for waiting like 2 weeks for this. I apologize, I got super caught up with work and other personal things. I promise I’ll develop a upload schedule!

Your day started normally, you woke up extra early to get ready. You had coffee, ate breakfast, and then stood in your closet for half an hour deciding what to wear. Normal attire for you is jeans and a t-shirt. Working at a bakery, you tend to ruin a lot of your clothes. Once you’d decided on an outfit, you waited patiently for your ride. Paul picked you up, right at Nine, like he promised; however this time there was a driver so he was sat in the backseat with you. The station was across town, making the drive long, with the addition of traffic.

“You feel okay?” Paul asked, grabbing a hold of your hand and squeezing it.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see what a day in the life is for you.” You spoke, a small smile adorning your face. It was weird to see Paul as an adult. The last memory you remember is his young, twenty year old, smiling face waving goodbye to you as he and the three other Beatles took off from Liverpool.

“Ah, the life of a rock star.” Paul joked with a smile. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. His hand still held onto yours as the two of you fell back into a comfortable silence. You gazed out of the window, watching buildings go by. Paul’s thumb gently rubbed along one of your knuckles. It was comforting. He always had a way of calming you, even if you were relaxed before.

“How are the boys? I haven’t seen them since you left. I mean, in person.” You asked softly, turning your attention back to Paul.

“They’re quite well. John and Yoko are working on their solo music. Along with George and Ringo. Y’know, George is having a dinner for Ringo’s birthday next week. Would you like to come?” Paul asked.

“Oh god, do you think they even remember me?” You spoke, removing your hand from Pauls to face him better. You, in your own goofy way, were the ‘fifth Beatle’. You would tag along to almost every show until your parents got mad for traveling to Germany so frequently.

“I talked more about you than I did Jane. You and I have a lot of stories together.”

Your forgot about Jane. Paul had dated her for the majority of the Beatles. You read in the tabloids about their breakup a few years ago. Even though you valued your friendship with Paul more than anything, there was no denying the crush you had on him. When headlines of him and Jane first started to pop up, it was like a knife in your chest.

“We were idiots. Like, for instance, when we tried to jump into the creek from my treehouse and I broke my arm. Mom was furious. She told me I was no longer aloud to be friends with you.” You laughed at the memory, brushing off the mention of Jane.

“She can’t keep me away from you.” The man joked, and then winked at you. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped the side of his arm. “Your mum never really liked me, did she?”

“Well, she had her moments. For example, when you brought me chocolates and flowers after Harry Samson broke up with me. She raved on about how handsome and sweet you were.” You answered. The memories you had with Paul were priceless.

“That guy was a real wanker, wasn’t he?” Paul chuckled. You nodded in agreement, laughing softly as well.

You were nearing the station by now, and herds of fans stood outside. They held banners and posters, all trying to gather Paul’s attention.

“Take us around back.” Paul instructed the driver, gathering his things. You watched as the flock of people tried to follow the car, but a gang of security stopped them. The car parked, and Paul climbed out, rushing to open your door. You thanked him and the two of you walked into the studio.

People hustled about, rushing here or there to do this and that. The stage looked like a typical talk show set. Two one-seater couches sat on a raised stage, with a basic coffee table in the middle. Several cameras sat aimed at the small stage, and people fidgeted with them as to make sure they were in mint condition. Bright lights shone from overhead, illuminating the simple scene. Paul calmly grabbed your hand, squeezing it as to assure you that he was there incase you became overwhelmed. This was still new to you, I mean, you’d never been to a place like this before. You were just a baker.

“Paul!” A deep voice exclaimed. You jumped slightly and turned to see a tall, stocky man walking towards the two of you with his arms open. He adorned a grin and a cigarette.

“Bobby, Hello.” Paul spoke releasing your hand, holding out his own for the other man to shake. Bobby grabbed ahold and Paul’s hand and shook it, while placing his other hand on his arm.

“I’m so glad we finally got you on the show!” Bobby grinned, letting go of Paul’s hand. “Who’s this little number, huh?” He asked, gesturing to you and taking a drag from the cigarette in his mouth.

“This is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Bobby. He’s the host.” Paul smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You smiled shyly, and nodded at Bobby.

“Quite the arm candy.” The tall man smirked at you and winked. You sank closer to Paul, not liking the unwanted attention. “How’s about we get you into costume and makeup, aye? Your lovely little friend can sit next to me while you get ready.” Bobby snapped his fingers and two young women ran over to you and Paul. Paul removed his arm from around your shoulder as the makeup ladies dragged him away, leaving you alone with Bobby.

“Drink? Smoke?” Bobby questioned, leading you to a small seating area.

“I’ll take a water.” You said softly, sitting down onto one of the couches. You glanced across the room, seeing Paul in the makeup chair getting powdered by one of the ladies. She was giggling and so clearly pushing her chest into his face. It made you sick with jealousy.  

“You don’t smoke?” Bobby continued, bringing your attention back to him. He poured you a glass of water from a pitcher that was sitting on a snack table next to you.

“Oh, I quit a few years back.” You answered. After becoming a baker, you decided to quit. The real reason you picked up smoking was from the stress of nursing, it gave you an excuse to take a break every few hours.

“Shame. What I’d give to be a cigarette between your lips.” Bobby winked at you while handing you the glass. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, giving him a pity chuckle and sipping your water.

“Why did you quit?” Bobby observed, ashing his cigarette. He now sat in the chair opposite yours.

“Well, It wasn’t helping like it used to. The flavor got boring.” You shrugged, looking at the man. He nodded quietly and took a swig out of a cup next to him.

“How long’ve you known Paul?” He then asked, after setting the cup down.

“Since we were children.” You responded, sipping your water again. Your gaze led back to Paul. He had changed now, and was looking into a full length mirror while adjusting his outfit. The makeup ladies still stood by his side, rubbing their hands down his outfit. You knew it was to help with the wrinkles, but it still made you seethe with jealous feelings.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a model? I know people--” Bobby began.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the show?” You responded a little harshly, looking back at him. Bobby stared at you, not used to being shut up.

“I guess so.” He muttered, standing up and putting his cigarette out. You nodded at him and he huffed, walking away. You let out a sigh of relief, untensing your shoulders. Something about him made you feel weary. Maybe it was the creepy comments, or how his eyes always looked at you like he was undressing you. Either way, you were glad he was gone now.

Paul was still getting ready, switching outfits to choose which one they liked better. You sat and watched quietly as the crew got ready, along with the talent. A few other celebrities -- whom you didn’t know well enough to remember their names -- were supposed to be on the show as well, getting ready alongside Paul. It was interesting to see when the man would put on his ‘showtime’ personality. He was much more stern, more put together, more polite. It was almost how he acted in front of your parents.

“Hi. I’m Nancy.” A lady spoke, sitting down next to you. She had long, brunette hair and she wore a flowing dress down to her feet.

“I’m (Y/N).” You responded with a friendly smile.

“I’m Teddy’s wife.” She spoke, eating a handful of crackers she grabbed from the snack table. Teddy must be one of the celebrities that you didn’t know. “Who’re you here with?”

“Oh, um, Paul.” You replied, taking a sip of your water, and nodding vaguely towards the man.

“Shut up, you’re dating Paul?” Nancy exclaimed, slamming her cup down onto the coffee table. A few people looked over in your direction, trying to locate the disruption.

“Oh, god, no, we’re just- No, we’re only friends.” You stuttered over your words.

“I was about to grill you on how you managed to get the cutest Beatle. I’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since I was twelve.” She spoke, laughing.

Join the club.

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There was about 30 more minutes of Paul getting ready before it was time to shoot. Him and Bobby sat on the set, making small talk while the crew prepped for shooting. You now stood behind one of the cameras, getting a closer look at the set rather than in the back by the snack table. You and Nancy had chatted for a while about random subjects before you said your goodbyes and went to watch Paul.

“Alright, and 3, 2…” The director spoke, then pointed at Bobby.

“Good Evening Britain! I’m Bobby Reed, and you’re watching Good Evening Britain. Tonight's guests are John Simon, Teddy Green, and the lovely, illustrious, Paul McCartney. Paul! Welcome to the show.” Bobby’s TV personality was much more professional than regular Bobby.

“So happy to be on, Bobby.” Paul smiled at the man across from him, and then looked at the cameras. His eyes spotted you and he winked. You blushed and waved at him.

“So tell me, what are you up to?” Bobby asked, playing with some queue cards in his hands.

“Well, nothing new. Just relaxing, Y’know.” Paul spoke with a shrug.

“I get that, you’ve had a busy past ten years.” Bobby laughed, and Paul gave a small chuckle in agreement. “And of course, all the ladies want to know if you’re seeing anyone?”

“Oh goodness,” Paul began, his eyes met yours and you smiled reassuringly at him, giving a small thumbs up. “Do I have to answer?” Bobby let out a hearty laugh at Paul’s comment. You felt a little hurt by Paul’s answer, though you really felt like you had no reason to be upset. It wasn’t like you and Paul were dating. You were just friends.

“Well, ladies, let’s just say he is.” The host spoke, looking into the cameras.

The interview continued on. Bobby kept asking Paul invasive questions, claiming the viewers want to know. He brought up The Beatles, and asked if Paul had any plans to make more music. Paul remained professional, however you could tell he was getting fed up. He was bouncing his leg, and picking at his fingernails. Finally, the interview ended after about 10 minutes of them talking. Paul walked over to you.

“That guy is a complete wanker.” He whispered in your ear, so no one else would have to chance to listen in.

“He does give off the ‘Hey girl, I’ll make you famous but you gotta give me royalties first’ vibe.” You chuckled. Paul snickered at your comment.

He thanked the cast and crew, as well as changed out of his borrowed outfit before the two of you left the studio. Most of the fans had left by the time you two were ready to leave. They had managed to weasel their way to the back, and were waiting for Paul to come out. He politely signed pictures, and other random things for them. You stood quietly to the side watching as these girls fangirled over Paul. After he’d finished talking to the fans, he grabbed your hand and led you to the car that was waiting.

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[edk-chatlog]

You can tear it up. It's not going to break. *grins as the small black cape with red lining, a helmet with golden horns from the top if it sloping backwards, and a few rings that looked about the size of Emrys' horns or tentacles became visible from under the package* It's so much more fun to do villiany and pranks with a evil outfit. Besides, you deserve to look your best.

> [Emrys] “Kuku… Kukuku!”> Cackling, Emrys dons the cape and helmet, slipping the rings on his tentacles. He opens a portal next to him and disappears through it, but quickly reappears over Noeu, followed by a stream of one-eyed bats.> [Emrys] “Kyakyakya!!”

> [Noeu] “CHU!!”> Noeu nearly jumps into the cloud of bats before Emrys redirects them back through another portal, nearly doubling over with laughter at Noeu’s reaction. Nearby, Ringo looks like he’s about to pass out.> [Noeu] “Chu chu!!”> Pouting, Noeu slaps Emrys on the back with an electrified tentacle, shocking him a bit in revenge but not enough to do damage.

> [Emrys] “Kyack!! Ku… kuku…”> Emrys nearly chokes, a little jolted by the electricity. Moving onto his next present, he briefly looks at the tag addressed by Ringo before tearing up the wrapping. He curiously takes out a handful of voodoo dolls of varying forms, and they all seemed to be handmade, though they looked more cute than scary. Emrys looks at the dolls, then at Ringo, who jumps at the sudden attention. 

> [Ringo] “N-N-Nyu…”> He starts shaking from behind Miso as Emrys approaches with an unreadable expression on his face. Miso looks like he’s bracing himself for a confrontation, but Emrys breaks out into a grin.

> [Emrys] “Kukuku!”> Hugging the voodoo dolls with one tentacle, he uses the other to noogie Ringo’s head appreciatively before returning to his spot.

> [Noeu] “Chu chu~”> When Ringo looks petrified, Noeu gently nudges him to open his presents.

> [Ringo] “N-Nyu…? Nyu…”> With Miso’s help, Ringo carefully starts opening the present you gave him, as if anticipating something might jump out at him.

[gloves94]

The Munter [Paul McCartney] 3

Warnings: None Pairings: Paul McCartney/OC Summary: Sage O'Shea is a hardworking woman of the 1960's. A strange combination of brains and- well- Let's just say she is not your average beauty. Au contraire she's a Munter. John bets Paul that he wouldn't dare date such a monstrous woman. Despite his best judgement Paul agrees and takes John on his daring bet. Will Paul be able to see Sage's true beauty? What's going to happen when poor Sage finds out about their nasty bet? Whether the results are pretty or not- one thing I can say is love works in mysterious ways. *Comments and reviews are appreciated.* *Character development*

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

3. The Gift

Friday, November 22nd, 1963

It had been a couple of weeks since I had started working for Brian Epstein and The Beatles. So had that hideous woman Isabel. In my time working with Mr. Epstein I had witnessed what my best friend Lori considered to be “history.” The band had just released their second album in the UK ‘With the Beatles.’ The album had been such a success that it had kicked their first album from the number one position. Their hit song "All My Loving" was currently playing on the stereo of Dacey's Delights where I was patiently waiting for my turn. I did not like this song. It reminded me that damn John Lennon and just how awful he could be. I wore my knitted scarf and warm clothes. My fingers tightly gripped the gift bag I was holding. I glanced at the long line ahead and then at my watch and debated whether I should stay or leave. I did not want to be late for work. With Isabel taking up any chance to make me look bad I could not afford any slips. Looking back at the door a now familiar rectangular face stood out. George looked particularly startled when his eyes met my broken glasses. I wanted to look away, but it was too late he had already seen me. I flashed him a polite very tight-lipped smile and raised my hand up in a polite wave. He did the same and decided to advance and cut in line in front of me.

"Mind if I join ya?" He asked with a coy grin hands shoved deep in his coat’s pockets. Why would he ask if he was going to do it anyway? Regardless, he was technically my boss, so I simply nodded my head. I didn’t think he wanted to chat me up and instead focused my attention on the dark-haired baker at the front of the cash register. Imagine my surprise when George began feeling chatty. "So- you come here often?"

"Yeah," I answered in a lukewarm tone attempting not to make any conversation. He looked at me with expectant eyes.

Feeling awful at my rudeness I changed my mind and decided to be friendly. "It's my favorite bakery," I added shortly with a small smile. I didn’t know if it was me or if I saw the man visible cringe when I smiled.

"Yeah, they have the best bloody scones in all of London," he exclaimed looking at the front of the line excitedly. "They're good with a cuppa tea for keeping warm. It's like the Baltics out there. I can't wait for it to be warm again, so I can have lolly ices again," he said almost in one breath. I looked at him confused having no idea what he had just said. "Ah, right. You're not from the northwest right?" I simply shook my head. "I usually don't have any trouble since the lads all just picked up the same words, except for Ringo."

"So, you and the others go way back then?" I inquired as we stepped forward in the line. George began telling me how him and Paul went all the way back and how they had met John who put the band together later and then he joked about how they stole Ringo from another band because they had a good lad who was a bad drummer named Pete Best. And as George spoke I realized it was no surprise that girls threw themselves at him. Afterall, George was known as the Handsome Beatle. With a square jaw, high cheek bones and deep-set dark brown eyes that seemed to peer into your soul- I shook her head snapping out of my very embarrassing train of thought.

"Ringo is our drummer and he's not even the best drummer in the band!" He laughed. "Well at least that's what John says," he noticed the way that I stiffened at the mention of his fellow bandmate.

"I know John's an arsehole," he said once again burying his hands deep inside of his pockets. "But he's not half bad once you get to know him. He doesn't mean half the crap that comes out of his mouth."

"And the other half?" I retorted cocking a thick eyebrow up.

xxx

Then it was our turn. George looked at the cashier before them. His heart began hammering in his chest. Hands sweaty. She was the same one that he came to see every day and the same one that kept him up at night in his dreams.

"Sagey?" The cashier asked eagerly almost jumping over the counter. Her long black curls bobbing as she did. Bright blue eyes sparkling with the same joy she shared with each and every one of her customers every single day. But what he loved most about her as her smile.

He was taken aback when she went around the counter in order to embrace the Munter.

"Sagey! Where have you been?!" She asked in the hug. Her American accent was completely distinguishable.

"Working I'm afraid," she said casually. "Working! Ah! That’s all you do now a days!" She reached for her arms giving them a tight squeeze. That's when she noticed the gift bag that she was holding onto. "I made this for my darling Godson. Hope he's not too big and it still fits him."

The peppy woman pulled out a knitted outfit and a small cap that Sage had made for her Godson. She was speechless. Sage couldn't help but grin, her enthusiasm was always contagious.

One of the great things about Lori Tomlinson Dacey was that she'd absolutely loved every single gift or anything you gave her. She would always say "it's the thought that matters!"

"It's beautiful," she nodded and gave Sage another hug.

"We have to catch up soon. But for now, I gotta work!" She said sheepishly grinning at the long line of customers.

'She knew her?!' George was taken a back. The Munter was intimate friends with her?! She was just full of surprises. He didn't realize that he had slapped the money on the counter. "Hers on me," he word-vomited. The cashier smiled at him, he felt as if he was going to faint.

"Thanks Lorelei," Sage sang taking her scone with her. George stood there like a fool his eyes glued on Lori's smiling face.

"See ya George," she added flatly before leaving the place. She didn't even introduce them!

"W-Wait!" George called as he grabbed the bag of muffins from the counter and chasing after his accountant.

"Oi!" He said. His breath visible in the chilly morning air.

"You don't have to do that," she said as she quickened her pace as she made her way to Brian's office. "Do what?" He retorted confused.

"Buy me my scones, pretend to like me," she sighed. "Don't worry. I'm not paid to be friends or even like you or any of the others."

"I was just being nice," George said sounding upset. "No, no you weren't. You saw me and used me to get ahead in line and now you want me to introduce you to my friend, right?"

He glared at her, slightly hurt by her cold words. Unbelievable. It was almost as if she had read his mind.

"You're not the first or the last," she said turning away from him and continuing her trip to the office.

"Wait-" George said once again this time he held her arm making her stop.

"I'm sorry," he breathed an apology. "I'm sorry that John's an arsehole to you, that Ringo will be rude to you so he can please Isabel and that Paul is just-" George cringed. Paul wouldn’t even acknowledge Sage; he was so cold to her. It was unreal.

Every single time she ran into Paul Macartney it was the same thing. He would either avoid her, look the other way or simply brush past her without another word. At least Lennon bothered commenting on her broken glasses.

"Right, and I'm just as bad for not doing anything to stop it." George raised both of his hands up I defeat. "Start from zero?" He said with a small grin offering his stretched-out hand for her to shake.

Hesitantly she reached for it and wrapped her fingers around his square hand. George grinned broadly.

"Alright, it's set. I want you to know that our privileged friendship allows us to cut in line anywhere and with anyone," he said still grinning as he stuffed his face with a muffin. It seemed like all George did was eat! “We also have sharesies when one or the other gets food.”

"George, snap back to reality, you're a Beatle. You don't need to cut in line," she rolled her eyes. "Me on the other hand well, I'm just the Munter," she shrugged her shoulders pitifully as she called herself that.

"Well, at least you're honest!" George teased with a grin. She shook her head and playfully shoved him as they walked to the office.

Xxx

Sometimes later George and I reached the office. On way George explained to me a little bit more in detail of what the band did. He told her about the strenuous hours of recording in the studio, the other hours practicing, song writing and the touring or giving interviews that they had to do.

And in all honesty, I was very surprised, my entire life I had been blinded to think that the life of a musician was an easy one.

It was not. On the way George was also harassed by many fans who wanted to take a lock from his hair or give him their knickers to sign (or keep). It got to the point that we had to run a block, hide behind a moving van and wait them out.

"Thank God I'm ugly," I muttered to herself humorously when I watched George struggle with the crazies. By the time we reached the offices both of us were smiling and laughing. A scene which made Isabel’s stomach churn uneasily based on her foul expression.

"Oh hi George!" Isabel jumped on her heels and ran towards him immediately wrapping her arms around his neck without consent.

Geez! She was almost as bad as his fan girls. "I missed you," she said in a sultry tone. Her attempt to hypnotize him failed and he simply appeared to be uncomfortable. "Hi," he muttered under his breath as he attempted to remove her hands off from his person.

"Yeah I'm late for a meeting," he said brushing her off politely.

Isabel cursed and turned to glare at me. I didn’t bother in hiding my triumphant smirk. Yup, whatever vile plan you had Isabel; I was just about to trump.

"What do you look so damn pleased about Four Eyes?" She suddenly snapped at me.

"Nothing," I responded with an eat-shit-grin, "I just hope that you are ready for today, because our expense reports are due," I smiled maliciously at her. I tapped my dancing fingers on the vanilla carpet I was now holding to my chest. In all sincerity, I admit, maybe I am just as bad as her.

Isabel cursed once again.

"What do you want?" Isabel suddenly snapped a bribe. "Do the reports for me and I'll give you whatever you want," she pleaded in desperation taking me back by surprise.

"Thank you really, but thankfully I don't need anything," I responded dully. “Sage, please,” she pleaded. “I can’t lose this job!”

“Well, then you should’ve done it!” I snapped back. “I-I had other tasks to do.” She almost begged. Her eyes pleading. Wow. I had never seen her like this. I never thought she would ask anything of me. Much less this. Shaking my head, I turned and exited the room. Today would be a happy day. I was confident in my financial advice and in my accounting abilities which would certainly overshadow Isabel's and Brian would hopefully give her the boot. I walked into Brian's office walking a little taller today. Paul and George were both sitting in one of the dull green sofas. As soon as I walked into the room Paul ceased laughing and became dead quiet. ‘Geez, he must really not like me being around.’ I thought to myself. George elbowed him and gave him an odd look. He turned to face me across the room and as if he read my mind, he discretely made a shrugging motion with his shoulders.

"Still wearing those glasses?" Brian commented as I made way to the supply closet also known as the cave, or my office.

"I'm saving for new ones, have to pay my rent first you know?"

'And the outstanding debt for my mother's medical expenses have accumulated'I thought to herself bitterly. "If any number on your report is wrong today-" Brian threatened with wary eyes and a raised finger.

"I know, I know," I nodded "But I can assure you I'm an efficient worker, with or without my glasses.”

"Sage, meeting room in a quarter of an hour, we'll be going over yours and Isabel's reports." I nodded.

Once inside of the privacy of my small office I did a little dance cheering while jumping up and down like a dork. There was no doubt, Isabel was not going to be able to present her reports and she'd be out of here so fast it would make her head spin. The evil had finally been defeated.

I sat on my desk gathering my supplies getting ready. Where was my red pen again? I opened the first drawer of my desk and instead found a small box inside.It was a long white box that I could hold with both of my hands. It had a simple blue ribbon wrapped and tied with a bow at the top.

What on Earth could this be? A gift? I looked up to meet the eyes of Frank Sinatra. Yes- I keep a framed picture of Mr. Sinatra on my desk. Since I never met my father, I like pretending that Frank is my old man. The odds of that were astronomical. However, it made me feel loads better. Besides, like my dad he is also an American, so maybe the odds weren’t that astronomical? “Looks like there’s no note,” I spoke to the photograph. “Who did this Frank?” The photograph remained silent with the man’s blue eyes boring into mine. “This must be a prank,” I thought uneasily. I couldn’t help but wondered what was inside a shock buzzer? A leaping roach? “Maybe it’s a mouse trap!” ‘Maybe I should just open it and get it over with. Like a band aid…’ Placing the box in the center of the desk I began to carefully disarm it as if it was a time ticking bomb. I removed the bow carefully and then the small lid even more carefully. I braced myself ready for whatever could be inside of the mysterious box to leap out or attack.

A stink bomb? A dead rat? Cosmetics? A secret admirer prank perhaps? It wouldn't not be the first time for any of the previously mentioned scenarios happened...

"Lets see what've you got for me Isabel," I finally opened it. I peered in and inside of them was-

"A pair of glasses?" I was completely taken back.

I held the black rimmed elegant glasses in my hands and eyed them carefully. They were designer eyeglasses, dark and slick, anything unlike the bulky cracked pair that was being pitifully held together by tape. Even the prescription was right! “’To the loveliest vision.’” I read out loud and felt my ears suddenly grow hot with embarrassment. This had to be a prank. But wait- 'Isabel wouldn't be able to afford this. But what if she stole them and wants to incriminate me?'

I debated whether she should wear the new glasses or not.

"Well- maybe if I just try them on?" I slipped them on and wow what a huge difference they made! I could see clear as day once again. Even the world seemed to change color. Everything looked brighter, sharper, cleaner. There was no way that I could go back to wearing the broken ones. I wanted to think it had been Brian, but then there was that note. To the loveliest vision? There is certainly nothing lovely about me. Maybe it’s referring to perfect vision? The thought of it scrambled my brain and made my face burn. I prayed it had been Brian, concerned about the effectiveness of my work. Some moments later I stepped out ready with my documents and my fancy new dark rimmed glasses. When I reached the meeting room Brian was sitting at the head of the table discussing finances with other men whom could only assume were his financial advisers.

Isabel sat in a chair uneasy. Even her short skirt and sexy low-cut shirt wouldn't be able to save her from this one. She was so nervous she didn't even bother to comment on my new glasses, but John did.

"Nice glasses Four Eyes," he said teasingly as Sage sat down next to George and Ringo. John was sitting opposite of the long table smirking. He could be such a child sometimes. Isabel and Paul were sitting next to him. It couldn’t have been John. I looked at the men in the room. It couldn’t have been anybody in this room. George had been with me in the morning, John was such a prick he wouldn’t have bothered doing something so kind for me, Paul wouldn’t even acknowledge me and- My eyes suddenly landed on Ringo. Could it have possibly been?

"Oh shut it Lennon, you have the same bloody glasses," George called from the other side of the room.

"John wears glasses?" Ringo asked.

"Hates wearing them, hates it when people see him wearing them even more," George explained. I flashed my new friend a thankful smile.

"I never noticed that your eyes were green," George commented leaning in closer to look at my green eyes. "Yeah" I admitted removing my brand new glasses and polishing them.

"I have a tired vision; my head starts hurting if I don't wear them."

"Yeah. They are nice, I like 'em" even Ringo commented. My eyes instantly snapped to his, but his blue ones were focused on Isabel’s expression. Maybe it hadn’t been him? The blonde woman was currently frantically writing notes on a paper not even minding the fact that the Lennon-Macartney duo were sitting next to her. It was almost concerning…

Brian then stood up as the other men left the room and he proceeded to call Isabel and I to the front of the meeting table to pick up our paycheck which could also be our last. The blonde's hands were trembling as she did.

"Oh, and thank you for the glasses Brian," I said to him kindly.

His brows furrowed as he flashed me a confused look. "What are you talking about?" He said eyeing her curiously. It hadn’t been him. It had not been him. My mind went blank. I had absolutely no idea who it could’ve been. I waited for someone anyone in the room to claim ownership for the kind gesture.

With that I returned to my seat and began to explain to a George and Ringo what they should invest in, how to protect their assets, legally decrease their taxes and more basic financial advice. Brian listened carefully, so did George and Ringo nodding and asking questions about accounting terms.

Then it was Isabel's turn. She looked at the numbers on her sheet and it looked like she was seeing complete gibberish. If I were to put money on it I would bet that she wouldn’t even know how to balances assets with liabilities and equity, the simplest and most basic accounting equation.

"Um..." she stuttered. John and Paul starred at her blankly. It was obvious she had no idea what she was doing. This was it. Brian did not look happy. Ringo observed with worry as if only there was something, he could do for her...

Ringo turned to look at me with a pleading expression to do something, anything. Isabel looked to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

"It's not her fault," I spoke to the unexpecting audience. All eyes turned to me with a bewildered expression. Even Brian was surprised, they all knew that Isabel could really be a devil towards me.

"What?" Brian drawled out confused.

"The other day Isabel phoned me to check on some accounting formulas, she misunderstood what I said and realized the numbers were wrong today."

I lied through my teeth.

Isabel's eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Formulas? But she should have those memorized already!" Brian exclaimed.

"True," I continued. "But she was dropped on her head as a child, which is why her memory is just awful. She can't even remember Ringo's name! Imagine that," I shook her head. "Is that right?" Brian inquired with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah-Yes!" She exclaimed placing her palms on the table and regaining he composure. "It's true, all of it."

"I'd say it's best if Isabel returns to her desk to correct her... mistake, meanwhile I could read the numbers and give some advice to John and Paul."

Brian knew that both Isabel and I had a mutual distaste for each other. It was as clear as water. I had no reason to defend her or less to lie to him and put my job on the line..

"Very well then," Brian simply shrugged and allowed Isabel to exit the room.

"But you best have your report first thing tomorrow morning Ms. Murdock!" He barked.

Before leaving Isabel flashed me what looked like a grateful look. I did not return it.

'I hope I don't regret this..' I thought to herself.

George and Ringo stepped out of the meeting room. Brian left to scold Isabel, often times Brian was more like a father then a manager.

"So, why'd you do it eh? Sagey?" John asked wiggling his eyebrows leaning over and across the table. A Cheshire cat grin stretched over his thin lips.

"Do what?" I retorted as she squinted and wrote some numbers on the expense files that Brian had given me.

"You lied to Eppy to save the sexy incarnation of Satan," John said licking his lips intrigued as he mindlessly played with a pencil. Paul, like when around her, remained silent. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I responded focused on the paper.

"Bollocks!" Lennon exclaimed. He slammed a fist on the table making everything shake. "I will find out Sage O'Shea!” Ignoring him I shook my head. “If you tell me why- I’ll tell you who was the teddy boy that gifted you those fancy new glasses.” My eyes went wide and I turned to look at John in shock. It was him! It had to have been! The edging smirk on his lips, made me think otherwise. So, then I eyed him with terrible suspicion.

“H-How?” I hated myself for stuttering.

John's smirk only grew wider. He reminded me of a sly fox who had just gotten what he wanted.

"I'll tell if you tell.”

'Not worth it'I thought. I decided to ignore him and simply returned to my accounting. I had a feeling I would find out who had given me these glasses sooner or later. Growing bored and in need of a distraction John stood up and without another word he left the room.

Now, it was just me and Paul. Not that I minded. I had a feeling he wouldn’t say more than a word to me, or maybe he would just leave the room like John. At least I would manage to get some of my work done.

Xxx

Meanwhile outside of the meeting room, after receiving a scolding from Brian; Isabel sat in her desk in an attempt to figure out just what had happened. It was then that her phone rang. She immediately answered,

"Hello?” She greeted the familiar voice on the other side of the line.

"I told you not to call me to this number!" Isabel continued the conversation in a hushed tone.

"I almost got fired today... I know, I know... I'm working on it!"

The mysterious person on the other side of the phone line sounded very demanding.

"Good things take time, give me a couple more days and I promise you I'll have something for you," she assured the person. "Someone is coming, bye!" Isabel slammed the phone.

xxx

My eyes squinted at John's account. While the four men had ridiculous spending on non-essentials- well there was just something odd about John's account. There were large sums of money missing that lead to nowhere and had no trace. It was just plain fishy… I kept my head ducked and attempted to focus only on the numbers on the page before her. However, Paul’s anxious foot tapping made it hard to tune out. There was something about his mute presence in the room that made me terribly jumpy.

"How'd you like the glasses?" I was startled by the proximity of his voice.

Startled I put down my pen and touched the rims of my new glasses. I looked at him with surprise feeling extra self-conscious of my choice of wearing a gray jumper today and the blood that was beginning to pool my cheeks. Could it have been him?

"I felt terrible for breaking them, it's my way of properly apologizing," he offered me a boyish smile. It was probably that same smile that he knew made all the girls swoon. I looked at him unsure of how to respond. My eyes scanned his face for the slightest hint of betrayal. I gazed into his large doe eyes wanting it to be an ugly prank, waiting for a cruel punchline. What about that note? What on Earth did that mean?

A thank you would've sufficed instead I said-

"I thought you hated me," I vomited out the words.

I instantly regretted the moment that the words left her mouth. My eyes scanned the room for an exit.

"Hate?" He retorted confused. "I thought you were the one who didn't fancy me!" I allowed a humorous breath to escape my nose and shook my head lightly.

"Like I told George this morning, I'm not paid to fancy you four. Just to do your accounting."

"So how do you fancy us?" Paul asked relaxing into his chair. He propped his chin on his hand as he leaned forward on the desk. Much too close to comfort. I paused for a moment thinking of my answer carefully.

"I haven't decided if I fancy you or not-" I began. "But I do know that John is a prick!"

Paul chuckled.

"Ah, John can be hard around the edges, but he's a soft-hearted lad," he explained. I shook her head and once again glued my eyes to the papers I had on my hands. "That's what everyone keeps saying," I said with both of my eyebrows raised in incredulous disbelief.

"Is this going to take much longer?" Paul suddenly asked and uncrossed his legs leaning back on his chair.

"Afraid so," I said not taking my eyes off the papers. Not wanting to meet his eyes. "Say, how about this, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. Why don't you swing by my house and drop them off, we can have some tea? Yeah?"

I was barely able to keep my jaw from dropping in surprise.

I blinked twice almost stupefied, "uh, sure?" It sounded more like a question.

"Gear!" He slid a paper with his phone and address across the table.

"See you then Sage. Ta!" He waved away with a wink and left.

I sat in my seat stunned. My face felt hot from the embarrassment. What had just happened? Had Paul McCartney just been flirting with her?

I shook her head once again. No of course not. That was impossible.

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