Hi! For The Request Thing -if Its Open-, Can You Write Something For George From The Beatles? Anything

Hi! For the request thing -if it’s open-, can you write something for George from the beatles? Anything fluffy, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a blurb or just headcanons!

Requests are always open here, darlin’! I’m weak for fluffy George so here’s a little morning sweetness(blurb)! 💖☀️

George Harrison x Reader - Good Day Sunshine

Word Count: Under 300

Warnings: Just Fluff, A Kiss

Mornings with George were always a treat. Most often you’d be the first to wake, as warm golden sunlight first filtered through the blinds of the bedroom. He would still be snoring beside you, shifting ever-so-slightly in his sleep. You wrapped your arms around him, molding your body around his - he loved being the little spoon, and you loved to hold him. When he finally did wake, he did it slowly. He made a few confused grumbles before his eyes fluttered half-open, turning over to meet yours and kiss you good morning. 

He would always place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, mumbling “G’mornin” into your skin, before rolling over and pulling you in to face him. You would stay there, knees touching, softly breathing, just appreciating each other’s presence for a few moments before he had to get up to head to the studio. He always wanted to linger - that’s just the way he was. He hated to leave you, he always hung onto you for as long as he could; trailing feather-soft touches up and down your arms, tracing your jawline.

“Doll…” He’d whisper, brown eyes turned amber in the glow of the sun. “I love ya.”

“I love you too, Geo. More than you’ll ever know.” You’d always say, and you always meant it.

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Could you write a little something about you and George maybe babysitting one of the guys’ kids and George being so cute with them and you both realising you want kinds of your own?? I feel like it would be the cutest thing I need it in my life😩💕

ok I have like 0 maternal instinct so???? Time to go watch videos of kids???????? I hope i did okay???????

plus it’s safe to say I haven’t had much experience asking if someone wants to let me bear their children, so like-

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“John!!” Heather yelled, running down the grocery store aisle towards you.

“No love, I’m George,” your husband reminded her, stifling a smile. You smiled at him, shaking your head.

“I can’t say that!” she cried indignantly, putting her hands on her hips. “Too hard.”

George laughed. “Alright. Did you find the cereal you wanted?”

“Yes! Come look!” Heather said proudly, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the cereal aisle.

You shared a smile with George, who was picking a crying baby Mary out of the cart basket.

“I told you you can’t keep her in there!” you called over your shoulder.

“It’s only because she was next to the milk!” George protested.

Smiling, you shook your head and let Heather lead you. She pointed to a box of... Fruity Pebbles Cereal?

What in the world?

“Mommy lets me have this every day!” Heather told you.

“Really? Your mom lets you have... that?”

“Um, yes! Every day!”

Linda Eastman let her... oh.

You sighed. “Let’s have this check cereal, okay? I’m sorry.”

Heather pouted. “Aw.”

“I know, I know. Hey, guess what?” you asked, clapping your hands excitedly.

“What? What?” Heather cried, jumping up and down, her headband slipping off a little.

“I’ll buy that, so you can have it tomorrow morning before your mom and dad come home, alright?”

Heather squealed, pulling it off the shelf. “Thanks, Yoko!”

You winced. “No, that’s... I mean.. okay.”

Taking the two boxes of cereal, you led her to where you had left George. Who conveniently wasn’t there anymore.

“Hmmm,” you said, turning around. “I wonder where George and your sister and your mommy and daddy’s groceries are.”

“Maybe a girl got ’em,” Heather said seriously, crossing her arms and nodding knowingly.

“No, no honey, I doubt that,” you assured her, but your breath hitched as you spun in a circle. Maybe one of those straggler crazy fans did get a hold of him. Where was he? Was he okay?

“George!” you called.

“Mary!” Heather yelled.

We don’t mind picking up groceries, you had said. We don’t mind. We’ll be okay.

Oh god.

“Miss Y/N!” Heather said suddenly, pulling on your sleeve. “Maybe he’s in the biscuit aisle because that bitch ate them all!”

You choked. Trying to hide your smile, you told her, “Let’s not use the b-word, okay?”

Heather furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, then her eyes widened and she nodded. “Ohhh, okay. Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“Yeah, I forgot you’re American. I meant, because that bitch ate his cookies.” Heather smiled knowingly.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Uhhh, okay. Let’s just find George and Mary, all right?”

“Okay!” Heather started running to the biscuit—or, cookie aisle.

Sure enough, there was George, perusing the cookies, holding baby Mary with one arm and pushing the cart with the other.

“Hi honey,” you said, dropping the cereal boxes into the cart. “I was worried about you. Tell me where you’re going, okay?”

“I’m not Heather,” he grumbled.

You gave him a look and his face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry, love. I will next time.”

You kissed him, making Heather squeal. “Ew! Gross.” But she was smiling.

George ruffled her hair. “You’re very cute, yknow that?”

“Yeah!” she agreed. “Mary too.”

George laughed. “Mary too.”

Your heart swelled. He was so gentle with her. Oh, it was so sweet. You loved him so much.

“Yn, I think we have everything,” he told you, snapping you out of it.

“Alright. Come on, Heather,” you told her, holding out your hand. She latched onto it and skipped with you down the aisle.

George started handing groceries to the cashier, who thankfully didn’t recognize the two of you through your disguises.

“Hey, what are we gonna do when we get home?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know, honey,” George told her. “We could watch a movie.”

“Or play a board game,” you said pointedly, but you were smiling.

The cashier was smiling too. “She’s adorable. You two make wonderful parents.”

Your eyes widened.

“Oh, thank you,” George said smoothly, grabbing the bags and taking Heather’s hand. “Have a good day. Hare Krishna.”

You drove home, and George made dinner while you had Heather pick out some board games she wanted to play. All through the drive home, you couldn’t stop thinking about the cashier’s assumption.

You stood behind George at the stove, watching him. “Geo?”

“Yes, love?”

“You remember what that cashier said, right?” You held your breath.

George stopped cooking, then turned the stove off and faced you. “I do. I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Should we.... try?” you said softly.

George smiled a little. “I’d like that very much.”

Your face broke into a grin. “I want to have a baby with you.”

“Me too,” George said, his face lighting up, beaming. “We’re going to have a baby.”

You let out a scream and threw your arms around him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing you and hugging you tighter.

Heather walked in, balancing six board games. “I brought six, cause that’s how old I am. What’s with you guys?”

You sobbed, a smile lighting your face. “We’re going to have a baby.”

With a Little Help—Chapter Three

John Deacon x Reader

Summary: A soulmate AU in which you don’t know who your soulmate is until after you both have fallen in love. While you’re searching everywhere for your soulmate you fail to see that he could very well be right in front of you.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Sorry this took me so long, I’ve been a lot busier than I thought I’d be but, alas, here it is! I like this one and hope you do to :)) let me know if you want to be added to the tag list !!

chapter one  chapter two  chapter four  chapter five  chapter six

Cold water ran across your hands that you then placed on your neck, looking down into the sink basin in order to avoid making eye contact with your own reflection. You weren’t sure what had happened, let alone why, after watching John play bass onstage. Your stomach still felt uneasy and your chest tight whenever you thought back to the fact that thirty minutes had passed in one fleeting moment, even more so when you tried to think of why. Why, why, why?

 Finally looking up into the mirror you looked as uncomfortable as you felt, your body tensed and eyes squinting at yourself. You just had to hope once you got back out to the bar your body would relax as to not give away how uneasy you felt. You took some paper towels and dried off your hands, leaving the bathroom and entering back into the dark lighting of the bar, your eyes scanning for Anita and the boys. Your gaze fell on a booth across the way and you began the walk toward them, noticing a new addition to the group under Roger’s arm as you approached. Grinning as you made eye contact with John and instantly forgetting how you had been feeling, you rushed forward to give him a hug before sliding into the booth. 

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Headcannon for George please? George and the reader have a 5 year old daughter who always plays with his hair (like 1964 hair) and he melts over it?

George fell in love with your daughter the moment he saw her

He thought he loved her before, but holding her for the first time melted his heart

When she got older she began to visit the studio a little more

You took her in the beginning, but she got restless too easily so visits had to stop

Now that she’s 5, the boys don’t mind her coming every now and then

Once she even sat in her Uncle Ringo’s lap while he drummed

“Y/N please bring in Mary today,” George begged. “We all could use a little destress.”

Mary wiggled out of your arms and ran straight to George the second she saw him

“Daddy!”

“Princess!”

She stayed with you all day, listening to her dad’s band play and sing

You had left to run to the bathroom, and when you returned you melted at the sight

George had Mary in his arms 

She was giggling as she continually pushed George’s hair out of his face

Whenever she’d finish, he’d shake his head to undo her work, making silly noises

Mary would erupt into a fit of giggles, assuring her dad she was trying to help him see!

“I can see! I got super senses,” he told her

As the day went on, Mary began to get tired

George picked Mary up again and rested her head on his shoulder

One hand began rubbing her back in soothing motions, singing softly in her ear

Her little hands reached up to play with the ends of George’s hair

You saw his crooked smile at her actions

When her hands dropped, you knew he had gotten her to sleep

“I’d take her out for a drive now, I’m not sure she can sleep through a recording session.”

Peter and MJ Deleted Scene!