Could You Do Headcanons Of The Beatles With A Virgin Reader Separately

hey is it ok to request something where it's like all the Beatles dating their S/O or is that to much it's absolutely fine if you don't want to thank you for reading this you're the best!❤️

hello there! of course!

did you mean like Poly!Beatles X Reader, where you're all in a relationship together? Or something else?

Just wanted to say I love your posts!! Fun part of my day and I appreciate your writing ❤️❤️

awww thank you so so much dear!! that means everything :') ♡

What they argue about + how they apologize

(prompt from anon !! i'm a little behind on requests at the moment, but I hope you all can forgive me and enjoy these headcanons 🌼)

John

John's most passionate arguments tend to center around about social issues, political ideologies or creative direction

he's often perceived as too radical or unconventional by those around him, even including you on occasion

other times he'll take a joke too far or cross the line with his teasing, causing your feelings to be hurt

his apologies aren't the most straightforward, but are still genuine with a touch of self-awareness... he's trying

often, he'll bring you a cup of tea or small treat as a peace offering once things have blown over

Paul

Paul might argue about musical arrangements or creative differences, and can be a bit controlling when it comes to his work

he has the capacity to be rather egotistical at times, seemingly dominating important conversations

he's also a huge perfectionist and would often bicker with you over meticulous details of ordinary tasks

he always wants the laundry folded or the bed made the "right way"

his apologies come quickly and would be warm and very sincere, accompanied by lots of physical affection and perhaps a sweet gesture like inviting you to share a cup of tea with him

George

if ever George sparked a serious argument, it would likely be over artistic integrity or personal boundaries, sometimes feeling misunderstood or undervalued

on the more lighthearted side, he would argue about you having eaten his food or not sharing yours

he'll pretend to be offended if you don't offer him a taste of whatever you're having, much to your chagrin as he's very convincing

George's apologies would be thoughtful, sincere and reflective, offering insights into his perspective and seeking mutual understanding and respect

Ringo

Ringo is rather carefree and tends not to make a fuss, but he may (rarely) blow up over practical matters or interpersonal dynamics

he sometimes feels overlooked or taken for granted, even when it may not be the case

he can also become passionately defensive about his preferences, such as the way he likes his tea or his favorite vinyl records

Ringo's apologies would be humble and down-to-earth, maybe with a touch of humor to diffuse tension, as well as lots of hugs and kisses

George Harrison X Reader- Angel Hair 💜

(my dear friend @shady70smusic requested this gem! 💕 they wanted a George X Reader where the reader gets a pixie cut/short haircut and is nervous to show George, but he's supportive and fluff ensues 🌟 hope you enjoy!)

⚠️⚠️⚠️ NOT time-accurate to the 60s or 70s/Modern!AU ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Angel Hair

Today's the day, I suppose- you thought to yourself, looking down at your phone and reading over the text George has sent you: hello darling ;) it's been too long! how about i come pay you a visit? i'll bring some food for us to share- my treat <3

You'd normally be delighted to receive such a text from your boyfriend- however, it's been nearly a week since you got your new haircut and you just haven't been able to bring yourself to show him. You're very pleased with how it came out- just the right length, with just enough character- but it is quite a lot shorter than you tend to go for, you've gotta admit. And definitely much shorter than George is expecting to see.

In the six days since you left the salon you've (successfully) avoided George, excusing your distance by telling him you're swamped with extra work this week. He's bought it thus far, but you can't keep the act up forever- you know you have to rip off the band-aid eventually. You just can't seem to shake the nervous churning in the pit of your stomach when you even begin to imagine showing him your new 'do. George adores your hair- he's always running his fingers through it or twirling it playfully, admiring its color and silk-like softness. You're happy with your new haircut, but you can't help but fear your boyfriend's reaction. What if he doesn't like my hair anymore? you ponder: Or worse- what if he doesn't like me anymore?? Panic sets in and you're practically hyperventilating, trying to calm yourself enough to respond to his message.

You shift your focus to your breathing, giving your all to steady it and slow its pace. Geo loves me, you remind yourself; That isn't going to change because of something so trivial, you rationalize. After taking another minute to gather yourself you grab your phone, input your password, and open it to see George's message yet again. You think for a moment before typing out a response and reading it over for errors: sounds great, Geo :) can't wait! i've missed you, my love <3

You inhale a long, shaky breath and press 'send' on the text, locking your phone and setting it back down on your bed.

While waiting on your boyfriend, you spend what feels like hours in the bathroom mirror- brushing your hair, attempting to style it, making it look just right for a good first impression.

George has always been a laid-back guy, but you just aren't sure how he'd react to something like this- it's a pretty drastic change, after all. You're combing your hair madly, fussing with your fringe in desperation to make it look the way it did before. Even though you know nothing you can do now will bring back its length, you still try everything- anything to avoid facing George's reaction.

You're so caught up in your anguish that you fail to notice George's knocking on your front door. He waits patiently outside; when he still doesn't hear a response from you after a few long moments, he decides to let himself in.

"Y/N..? I'm here, love!" he calls out, waltzing in the door. He's clutching three paper bags in his hands, each containing food from your favorite drive-thru joint: one bag for you and two for him (you know how Geo feels about food). You pause and drop your comb onto the bathroom counter, panic seizing your body and mind. Oh shit, is all you can manage to think before you're practically sprinting to your bedroom, shutting your door as fast as humanly possible and locking it behind you. "Just a sec, Geo!" you shout back, hoping it's enough to keep him from searching for you.

Alone in your room you pace back and forth, struggling to talk yourself into going out there and revealing your new look to George. Oh, God... he's already here! How am I gonna do this? you ask yourself, scrambling to come up with some kind of solution or excuse to keep him from seeing you. I could tell him I suddenly came down with a cold and don't want to get him sick.. or better yet, crawl out the window and escape! He can't see me if I just run away... You entertain the idea for a few seconds, but you know better: Who am I kidding? He'd never fall for that.. and he doesn't deserve to be lied to, either- no more than I've already done this week..

The realization sinks in that your only option is to march straight out there and show him- now it's just a matter of working up the courage. Come on, it's Geo we're talking about- he'd never leave me, not over something like this, you reassure yourself.

He's my boyfriend, for crying out loud- he loves me, regardless of shallow shit like looks! you seem to remember. George thinks I look great no matter what I do with my hair... yeah! I can do this! you think, striding over to your bed and grasping your phone to take with you.

As you lift it from the pillow, a notification catches your eye- it's from George.

How did I miss this..? you wonder, before remembering you'd ditched your phone in favor of fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror. You drag the notification menu down to expand the message- it reads:

i've missed you too, love <3 been lonely without you this week :/ i'm so happy you found some time to spend with your loving bf :P

You're instantly torn from your train of thought as you finish reading the text, a smile making its way across your face: What the hell am I even nervous for? Geo only cares that he gets to see me- and I'll make sure he gets a good, long look! you open the door and make your way to the dining room with determination, George's message granting you all the confidence you needed.

You reach the end of the hallway to discover George sitting at your dining table, already stuffing his face- and clearly enjoying himself (that man and his food..).

"Ahem," you clear your throat audibly to get his attention. George looks up from his meal and opens his (full) mouth to greet you, but stops in his tracks as he catches sight of your new look. Your boyfriend's eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes in your appearance, slowly swallowing his mouthful of food and gazing at you in awe.

You smile timidly: "Well.. what do you think?"

George stands swiftly and nearly knocks his chair to the ground, immediately approaching you and engulfing you in a hug. You breathe in his scent and savor the feeling of his body against yours, having missed your love dearly. When George pulls back his wolf-toothed grin is wider than you've ever seen it, eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your hair looks incredible!" he exclaims, looking you over once more. "Can.. can I touch it?" he asks. "Of course, silly!" you chuckle, and you feel his thick fingers run through it- the sensation familiar, but a bit different now. "It's shorter than you usually go for, but I really like it- honest!" says George beaming, his large hand ruffling your hair affectionately. "Really? I was so nervous to show you.."

"Nervous?" he asks, incredulous; "I can't imagine why! I mean- I love your hair no matter what you do with it, but it really suits you," he tells you earnestly, finally shifting his gaze from the top of your head down to your eyes. "Thank you, Geo- that means so much to me," you say, relieved. "Of course, darling. I'm thankful to see you at all, but this is.. wow," your eye contact is short-lived as George goes back to admiring your new haircut, once again running his hands through the short locks. You grin and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch. At long last, you're able to enjoy the rest of your evening with the love of your life ♡

Your Beatle BFF Based On Your Beatle BF✌

(hello, everyone! :) sorry I haven't been posting much- a lot of my time has been taken up by family health and financial problems :/ however, that doesn't mean I've abandoned this blog!! posts may still be slower for the next while, but I'll try my best to stay active 🌟 thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your support ♡ it means the world to me 🌌)

Paul:

George

getting into a relationship with Paul was one of the best decisions of your life

you two are compatible, get along well, and are very happy with one another

you love Paul more than anyone else in your life- of course you do, he's your boyfriend after all

that being said.. we all know that he can be quite the drama queen

sometimes, when he gets a bit too huffy and prissy, you just feel the need to get away and relax drama-free...

that's where George comes in!

when those off days occur or you just need some mindless respite, George will always invite you to spend the afternoon with him-

chilling out on the couch, binge watching whatever new series he's been blabbing to you about, pigging out on every snack imaginable

after enough of these hangout sessions, you two have formed a strong bond and know things about one other that you wouldn't share with any of the other lads

you know you can always turn to George for honest advice, or even just for a midday movie marathon

he's become sort of a sweet, mellow older brother to you, and never hesistates to protect or defend you

John:

Ringo

you adore your boyfriend John and couldn't imagine spending your life with anyone else

however, it's fairly obvious that he can be.. overbearing a lot of the time, to put it nicely

when you and John have gotten into a squabble, he's had an outburst, or his jealous ways have gotten to you, you turn to your best friend Ringo to talk it out

he's an amazing listener and offers advice neither you nor John could have thought of, blinded by your frustration with one another

you, of course, assure Ringo that you'd return the favor if ever he needs a shoulder to cry on

he's also great at cheering you up and cooling you down after even the most heated of arguments

he'll spout off his trademark nonsense sentences just to take your mind off of your troubles and put a smile on your face

you two often play board games and card games together, along with some light chatter and many, many jokes and outlandish statements from Ringo

he never fails to lighten your mood, pick you up when you're down, and supply you with (more than) a few good laughs

George:

Paul

as head-over-heels as you are for your boyfriend George, he really loves his sleep

and I mean really- he'll sleep for 12 hours on some nights and still proceed to take a midday nap after inhaling his lunch

as frustrating as this can get sometimes, you've grown accustomed to it

a big help in dealing with George's... unconventional sleeping habits has been your ever-growing friendship with Paul

whenever George decides he's going to sleep half of the day away, you'll wander over to Paul's place or he'll come pick you up for a day of fun and laughter together

on some occasions, Paul will drive you into the city and you'll spend the day window shopping together

others will start and end with the two of you locked in an intense game of Go Fish, records playing softly in the background, the music drowned out by your lighthearted discourse

though George can get jealous of your close bond with Paul, he understands why you spend so much time with him, and he's secure in the knowledge that neither of you would ever betray his trust

Ringo:

John

as much as you adore Ringo's humorous and compassionate nature- after all, that's one of the main reasons you chose him to be your partner- sometimes you want to be a bit cheeky and exchange a dirty joke or two

it's not that Ringo is completely pure and innocent; your raunchier jokes just tend to fly right over his head and he can't quite play off of them like John can

whenever you catch John standing around, tuning his guitar or having a smoke, you often tease and poke fun with one another in a way you can't with Ringo

John can keep a joke or conversation going like no other, and so his witty banter with you has become a common occurence

eventually you two began hanging out together casually:

listening to him jam out and generate ideas for new songs, watching a comedy movie together-

one time even baking banana bread with one another, which you proceeded to share with Ringo

(though he'd die before he admitted it aloud to anyone else, John enjoys cooking and is quite the baker)

you and John have forged a close bond and he feels protective of you now, as if you're the little sibling he never had growing up

Cheesy/Dirty Beatles Pickup Lines 💋

⚠️⚠️⚠️ IMPLIED NSFW ⚠️⚠️⚠️

(DISCLAIMER: many of these are from Pinterest- if you are the original poster of any of them, please let me know so I can credit you! 💕

Paul:

The day's night isn't the only thing that's hard

I'll let you hold more than just my hand ;)

John:

I'll make you twist and shout

Let's come together ;)

George:

When you're with me, the sun won't be the only thing coming

Why don't we do it in the road? ;)

Ringo:

I'd like to visit your octopus's garden

Come take a ride on my yellow submarine ;)

How they calm you down when you're very stressed/having a breakdown 💜

thanks so much to @betchq who requested this one! hope you enjoy :) 💕

(these ended up wayyy too long.. whoops :P)

Paul:

it's all too much- you can't take it anymore

one minute you're sitting on the bed venting to Paul about work and family troubles- frustrated, but not devastated- and suddenly you've spiraled again

you're practically hyperventilating, gripping the duvet so hard your knuckles turn white, sobbing about how unfair the world is and how you'll never truly be happy

"Woah, woah, what's this all about darling?" he interjects tenderly, a gentle finger lifting your chin up to look at him, briefly breaking you from the hope-devouring clutches of your panicked mind

"It's -*hic*- just too m-much to handle Paul, I -*hic*- c-cant do it anymore," you manage to squeak out between sobs, your voice wavering and your lip quivering

Paul gazes into your tear-filled eyes, scanning them with his own in an attempt to gain understanding, a deeply concerned expression on his face

he places a firm, loving hand on each of your shoulders, eyes still locked on yours

"Listen to me, my love- nothing, and I mean nothing, is so wrong or bad that you can't take it on, or that this world would be better off without you. I know things are difficult for ye right now and it's completely understandable that you're overwhelmed- but you will get through this. And I will stay glued to your side every step of the way"

you inhale shakily, the cascade of tears that once flowed down your cheeks slowing to a halt as Paul continues his pep talk:

"Regardless of how daunting and scary it seems and no matter what it takes, you are going to be okay- more than okay, you are going to get through this and emerge from it even better off and happier than ever before. Ye hear me?" he says sincerely- his gaze stern, piercing, and comforting all at the same time

you nod slowly, eyes glimmering with residual tears, and sniffle once more

"You are the strongest, most capable, and most resilient person I know. I don't ever want you to feel that the days are becoming too heavy for you to handle. And if you do you know you can always, always come to me, no matter how insignificant you think your struggles are- they're not. I don't care if I'm 'busy,' nothing ever takes priority over you and your wellbeing, Y/N. I mean that."

you smile up at him with appreciation as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs

"T-Thank you, Paul. It all just gets so overwhelming.. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's no trouble at all love, that's me job"- he gives you a small smile and pulls you in for a long, gentle hug

"I adore you Y/N, you are my whole world. Promise you'll come to me if you ever feel this way again?"

you nuzzle into Paul's chest: "I promise"

"That's my (girl/boy/love). I love you more than anything in this world- don't you ever forget that" ♡

John:

you don't even hear the front door open and shut, the sound drowned out by your sobs combined with the melancholy tunes coming from the record player on your dresser

"Y/N, I'm home!" John calls out, kicking off his shoes and coming to find you

he searches for you on the couch, at the dining room table, and then in the kitchen- but you're nowhere to be found

That's strange, he thinks, Y/N's almost always sat on the couch waiting for me when I come home...

"Where's my sweet birdie?~" he tries, striding briskly down the hallway to your shared bedroom, still in pursuit of his partner

John raps his knuckles against the wooden door and waits a few moments for a response

when he doesn't get one he turns the doorknob and pushes his way in, panic flooding his mind and senses

nothing could have prepared John for what he sees- the love of his life curled up fetal-style in bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, cheeks glistening with tears and features screwed up into an agonized expression

he rushes to your side immediately, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and shaking you softly to alert you of his presence

he spooks you and you startle, eyes snapping open in shock

"Are you alright, love? What happened- did somebody hurt you?? If someone upset ye I swear I'll make 'em rue the day they were born-" he seethes, interrupted only by you sitting up against the pillows and taking his hand in yours:

"J-John, calm down, I'm fine.."

"Did.. did I do something? Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong Y/N, whatever it is I'll fix it I promi-"

"No John, you've done everything right," you sigh

"It's j-just.." you trail off, unable to meet his gaze

he waits for a moment before encouraging you with a "Go on darling, you can tell me anything"

you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing- "Everything is so overwhelming and heavy.. just living feels like too much some days. I don't know what to do John, I'm downright miserable!!" you exclaim, your eyes once again welling up with tears

"..Oh sweetheart, come here" he opens his strong arms, pulling you in for an emotionally charged hug

John isn't the greatest at discussing feelings, so he offers comforting words instead

"Shh, everything's alright... I'm here, Johnny's got ye" he soothes, stroking your hair as you quiver in his arms, your body wracked with sobs

"I-It's just one of those days where I don't know how I'll ever b-be -*hic*- happy" you croak out, clutching his body close to yours

John draws in a deep breath before responding: "I understand how you feel- I've had plenty of those days meself," he confides in you

"But we can't let them stop us from living. Sometimes your perspective gets all screwed up and ye can't see through the bullshit your mind hurls at you,

"But one bad day is still just twenty-four hours, ye know? It helps me to think about that- that this too shall pass," he reassures you candidly, rubbing gentle circles into your back

"I know it seems impossible right now, but you'll- we'll," he corrects, "get everything sorted- including that pretty little 'ead of yours- and you'll feel like yourself again sooner than you know. Got that?" he asks

you simply nod, beginning to calm down but unable to speak just yet, and nuzzle further into John

he squeezes you tightly: "Y/N- ye know I know what it feels like to be stressed and depressed, and I just.." you hear John start to choke up and feel him tremble as he begins to cry, himself

"-ah don't ever want ye to feel hopeless like I 'ave, you know I'd take it all away in an instant if I could" he says, trying and failing to mask the wavering of his voice

"Even if it meant I'd have to take it all on meself instead, I can handle it- I'd do anything for you Y/N, I've never loved anyone or anything like I do you and it hurts me to see you in such pain"

John's voice breaks at the end of his monologue and you hear him sniffle

with that, you finally speak up: "Oh John, I'll be okay- I promise. Thank you for changing my perspective, it's just so difficult to pull yourself out of despair sometimes.. some days are just so.. heavy" you say, pulling back and looking up at him; "I didn't mean to make you cry too"

you dry your face with your sleeve and John takes your hands in his

"Y/N you know I understand completely, and I want ye to come right to me when the days get too overwhelming- I'll be sure to set your perspective straight. Don't you ever worry about making me upset or anythin' of the like, okay love?"

you nod- "And besides, I ain't crying" John says somewhat defensively and shifts his gaze away from you, still clutching your hands in his larger ones

you chuckle softly and roll your eyes at him- "Whatever you say Johnny.. you can't fool me, I know you're a softie" you tease, booping him gently on the nose

he pulls one hand back from yours, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly- "Yeah, yeah, that's enough" John says, expression hardening as he tries to disguise the grin making its way across his face

you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at you

"Thank you, John. I feel so much lighter now"

"Ahh, don't mention it darling. Anytime at all- you mean the world to me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, John." ♡

George:

to your boyfriend George, it's a day like any other

he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom, fizzy drink in hand, intent on watching some cartoons in bed with you

he knocks and upon hearing your, "Come in!" enters the room with an "'Ello, gorgeous!"

"Room for one more? I was thinking we could have a cartoon marathon this evening- what do ye think?" he proposes, approaching you and taking a sip of his drink

you hesitate a moment before answering: "Yeah, that's fine Geo" you say flatly, punctuated with a quiet sniffle

"...Are you feeling alright, dear? What's got you down?"

George sets his glass on the nightstand and sits beside you in bed

"Nothing's the matter babe, I'm okay" you mutter unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact

George studies your face, just now noticing the red and puffy appearance of your eyes

"Have you been crying..?" he asks gingerly and places a gentle hand on your cheek

you finally turn to look at him, sighing: "...yes but before you freak out, it's really nothing- just one of those days, you know?" you offer George a weak smile, downplaying your stress

"Y/N." he begins sternly, "I can tell when something's wrong. Do you want to tell me about it, doll?"

"I would, but there really isn't much to talk about... it's just life, I guess. Nothing specific" you shrug

"It's not 'just' anything- if it matters to you, it matters just as much to me," George reassures you sweetly

"Thank you Geo, but I don't know what to tell you. I just feel...tense and pessimistic, you know?"

George nods in understanding: "Really just that sort of day then, eh? That's the worst- ye can't target anything to fix it," he sympathizes and you nod in agreement

"Tell you what- I don't care if it takes all night, I'm gonna do whatever it is I can to make you feel comfortable and calm, all right? Starting with getting some food in ya- I know that always makes me feel better" he grins

you offer him a half-hearted smile, as much as you can muster in your state

"Of course it does, George" you chuckle, "that sounds lovely"

George disappears down the hall and returns just moments later kicking the door open, arms full of snacks and sweets (including jelly babies)

your face lights up at the sight of him

he unloads everything, opening his arms and dumping it all on the bed for you to choose whichever item you please

"Thank you, Geo" you giggle and grab one of the bags of crisps, opening it and promptly reaching in for a handful to munch on

"Anything else I can get you, darling? Anything at all?"

"Hmm.. no, I don't think so-" you start, but George cuts you off before you can finish your sentence

"Oh I know! You need a nice, warm cuppa- that'll be sure to soothe you. Be right back, love" he says and with that, he's out the door once more

you wait patiently in bed for a few minutes and graze on the treats George had brought you until he reappears, a ceramic mug in one hand and a box of tissues in the other

"Here you are dear," he says, handing the mug to you and placing the tissues on your nightstand- "I thought you might need these"

"You really didn't have to do all this, my love- thank you. It really warms my heart" you tell him earnestly, "I already feel so much better"

George beams at you: "Of course gorgeous, it's no trouble at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Hmm..." you contemplate his question for a moment before responding- "Just one more thing, I think"

"What is it, Y/N? Anything at all, just say the word"

"Get over here and cuddle me!"- you lift the blanket and invite him to lay with you

"I thought you'd never ask" George says cheekily and hops into bed, pulling you close to his chest to spoon you

(and reaching over you to grab an overflowing handful of crisps, shoveling them into his mouth)

you can't help but laugh and snuggle into George, your worries forgotten

"Thank you, Geo. You're the best"

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't look after my (girl/boy/love)? And besides, it's no inconvenience at all- don't you worry. I love you, Y/N"

"And I love you, George" ♡

Ringo:

Ringo has always made you feel safe, heard, and loved, and he's assured you that you can confide in him whenever you need to

he's made it a point to tell you to come to him whenever you need him, and that he'll drop everything to help you in any way he can

on one particular evening, nothing seems to be going right for you

you're beyond stressed and overwhelmed, and you can't help but break down from the pressure and weight of the world

at first when you step out into the living room, face red and tear-streaked, Ringo is oblivious

he carries on watching the television, gaze locked onto the technicolor screen

"Ritchie..?" you say meekly; "What is it, my love?" he calls out, eyes still fixed on the telly

upon seeing how invested he is in the program, you suddenly feel like a burden despite what he's told you numerous times before about coming to him when you're upset

"Umm.. nevermind" you squeak out, about to turn and drag yourself back to the bedroom when Ringo finally whips his head around to face you

his wide eyes take in your pathetic, hunched frame- hair tousled, eyes puffy and blanket pulled tight around you

"Oh my- sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" he scrambles up off of the sofa and rushes over to you, panic evident in his expression

he places his hands on your shoulders and looks you over, eyes searching yours for answers

"Yeah, I'm okay" you sniffle, "but.. remember all those times you told me I should come to you if I'm ever stressed out?"

"Of course I do love, what's got you so stressed?" he inquires delicately, rubbing your shoulders

"Life, existence, everything!" you confess, exhausted

"Oh honey, everything's alright- I promise! Come here" Ringo beckons you closer and smothers you in one of his renowned bear hugs

you begin to sob quietly into his shirt

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me today, I don't want to burden you-"

"Love, don't you ever worry about being overbearing or burdening me- I am always ready and willing to help you, please understand that. Managing your stress is so important and I'm thankful that ye came to me. That's what I'm here for" he reassures you as he holds you close to him

you sniffle and tremble, your tears soaking through his cotton t-shirt

"Shh, everything's going to be fine. It's okay to cry" Ringo soothes

"It's just a bad day. It doesn't mean that everything is falling apart, I promise. I'm right here. We've got this, together- you and I could take on the whole world if we had to!"

you pull back from his embrace and gaze into his eyes; "Really?"

"Of course we could, baby! Now let's get you to bed, how about that?"

you nod and Ringo lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared room and setting you down gently on the bed

he swaddles you in a blanket burrito and proceeds to kiss your tears away, peppering your face with little smooches that make your heart flutter and your mind go blank

"Ritchie!!" you exclaim, giggling

"What? Kisses are the best medicine"- you agree, as long as they're his at least

once he's finished administering your treatment, he asks: "What else can I fetch ye, cutie? Anything?"

"You!"

"Why, of course!" Ringo's grin widens, lighting up his face as he pulls you close to him in bed

you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, the dull thud of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene state of mind

for the remainder of the night Ringo refuses to leave your side, even when you drift off into peaceful slumber at last

"I love you, Y/N" he mumbles, the last thought occupying his mind before he too dozes off to sleep ♡

Poly!Beatles x reader where the reader is still reeling from a break-up from months ago and the boys finally decide to admit that it hurts to see, and that the reader has them??

yesss I live for poly!beatles 🙌 coming up

Rigon

Guys help me out here did I make a typo in my last post?? 😭