Joe Catching You Singing In The Shower And You're All Embarrassed But Hes Like Babe I'm In Love With

Joe catching you singing in the shower and you're all embarrassed but hes like babe I'm in love with you even more now 🤧

you don’t even notice that he’s there until he starts singing along with you. you jump so high that you have to grab the shelf, screaming. “shit, joe! don’t do that!”

he giggled. “you sound good, babe.”

“that’s so embarrassing. get out and don’t look at me for six hours.”

he threw his head back in a loud laugh and you could hear his belt buckle jangling, so when he pulls the curtain back to step in with you, your hands are already covering your face.

he pouted, cooing softly and grabbing your wrists, pulling your hands from your face. “hey. you know that i’m in love with you?”

“yeah,” you said quietly, his smile making your own grow.

“then you should know that listening to you sing like a crazy person makes me love you even more,” he chuckled, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

George and Olivia Harrison. 

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five’s a crowd [ the beatles x reader ] part one

summary: You’re two seconds away from strangling John, three from a total breakdown over midterms. Paul won’t stop using up all the hot water in the mornings and George is determined to beat him there one way or another, godammit. Ringo doesn’t deserve this clusterfuck. And you all live together in a shitty, shitty apartment. 

prompt: not really, but egged on by this post from @weall-love-ina-yellow-submarine​ warnings: this is pure crack. no plot. just something that i birthed out at one am aka prime kal writing time. queen reference if you squint

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so… this is gonna be a crack series. modern college au. y’all live together bc why the fuck not. 

“FUCKING MCCARTNEY!”

The shout echoes through the apartment and immediately gives you a migraine. You groan and press your forehead to the paragraph you’ve been trying and failing to read for the past ten minutes. John sips his tea, not even looking up from his phone.

Bare feet sound on the floor, louder and louder (Jurassic Park, your brain supplies wildly) until George bursts into the kitchen pissed, wet, and arse-naked save for a tiny towel around his waist.

“Where the fuck is he?” George seethes, practically vibrating where he stands. You make eye contact with him, look down, and then try to look anywhere but.

“Uh.”

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playing truth or dare with the Beatles headcannon please!!!

They are all so, so smashed. It’s not even funny how drunk the Beatles are, except that it kinda is, because they just can’t stop laughing. You, on the other hand, have kept it more under control. You have to.

“Okay, okay,” John says, pausing to take another swig. “Okay. George, truth or, or…”“Dare,” Ringo supplies helpfully.

“Yeah, that.”

George thinks this over. You lean into him, giggling.

“You should choose dare,” you say. 

“Okay, dare.”

John laughs, really throws his head back and laughs, knocking into Paul in the process. “Damn it! I didn’t think this far. Okay, um…. I dare you to kiss her.”

This makes you sit up. “Me?”

“No, the other girl in the room.” Paul snickers. “Yeah, you.”

George definitely didn’t expect this and neither did you. He blushes, although maybe it’s all the beer, and looks at you almost shyly.

“Only if you want to,” he says.

You throw all caution to the wind and pull him towards you by the shirt collar, planting your lips on his. They’re soft, so soft, and the heat of his mouth sends something equally warm rushing to your stomach. When you pull away, you can’t help but blush too. Damn it.

“God damn.” John whistles and pats George, who can’t seem to stop smiling, on the back. “Can I get one of those?”

“It’s not your turn, it’s mine!” You feign a laugh, stomach churning as you think about what you’re about to do. “Okay, this is for the whole group… truth or dare.”

The boys all look at each other. They know that you’ve got a more wicked mind under that deceptive face than other people would peg you for. “Dare,” Paul says, and the others nod in agreement.”

“Okay.” This is it, you think. “Are you… KGB agents?”

Silence. Paul attempts a nervous laugh. Suddenly, the police kick down the door and you push away from the table, untucking the gun you hid in your jacket.

“The games up, boys. You can’t run anymore.”

The uniformed men pull the Beatles up to their feet and wrestle them into handcuffs.

“как ты мог,” John hisses. George doesn’t speak, just looks at you with a betrayed expression. His lips are still pink from when you’d kissed him earlier. 

And you don’t regret a single thing.

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I used Google Translate, don’t sue me. Also… APRIL FOOLS

Joe catching you singing in the shower and you're all embarrassed but hes like babe I'm in love with you even more now 🤧

you don’t even notice that he’s there until he starts singing along with you. you jump so high that you have to grab the shelf, screaming. “shit, joe! don’t do that!”

he giggled. “you sound good, babe.”

“that’s so embarrassing. get out and don’t look at me for six hours.”

he threw his head back in a loud laugh and you could hear his belt buckle jangling, so when he pulls the curtain back to step in with you, your hands are already covering your face.

he pouted, cooing softly and grabbing your wrists, pulling your hands from your face. “hey. you know that i’m in love with you?”

“yeah,” you said quietly, his smile making your own grow.

“then you should know that listening to you sing like a crazy person makes me love you even more,” he chuckled, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.