With A Little HelpChapter One

With a Little Help—Chapter One

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: 3k

A/N: Hello everyone !! I have not written an actual, multi-part piece of work since I was a sophomore in high school, and I’m so excited to be starting again! Writing is something that’s always been so important to me and to be doing it more seriously again makes me happier than I can say. This is an idea I’ve been messing around with for a couple weeks now, and here it is! A lot of this fic is inspired by The Beatles A Little Help From My Friends (shocking, I know), so maybe give that a listen before or during reading and look into the lyrics a little. This is also a little foreign for me as I am a bri girl through and through, but this idea screamed deacy to me so it just had to be him.

I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I have had writing it :))

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It was a little cruel, really, how finding your soulmate worked.

The both of you had to fall in love, and only then would matching words would appear on your wrist indicating you both were meant to be. As sweet and touching as it may be when you do find the one, the countless times you suffered through a heartfelt “I love you” with your boyfriend only for nothing to appear on your body was rather upsetting. No matter how many times you had told yourself before that big moment of shared words of complete adoration not to expect anything, it still chipped pieces of your heart off each and every time. Having to break up with someone you genuinely cared for because it wasn’t written up that way by whatever cruel and omnipotent being created soul mates was incredibly infuriating.

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Could you do a one-shot based on George helping you with a bug? Basically, there is a bug in your room and George helps you get it out/kill it. It would be great if the other boys were featured and in this George is your boyfriend.

omg girls who are afraid of bugs are so cute

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“Geooooooorge!”

“What? I’m writing!”

“There’s a spider or something in here and I can’t get it out.”

There was a pause. You could almost see George leaning over his guitar and putting his face on the floor.

Sure enough, his voice was muffled when he yelled, “Where are you? I’ll come get it.”

“I’m on my bed. Thank you, I love you.”

He walked in, followed by Paul.

“Oh hi Paul. I didn’t know you were here,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You must look silly, curled up on your bed with the green blanket over your hair.

“Yeah.. how can you see me through that blanket over your head?” Paul asked warily.

You sheepishly pulled it down. “Shut up.”

John walked in, eating a sandwich. “What’s going on?”

“You’re here too?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “How did I not know this?”

John snorted.

“How rude,” you muttered.

“Oh, sorry, do you want some?” Paul asked, snatching John’s sandwich and offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks,” George said, taking a bite.

John protested loudly. “Oh, come on!”

Your hand went to your mouth to hide a smile. George swallowed. “What do you need, yn?”

“There’s a spider, Geo. Over there on the dresser. Please?”

George sighed and grabbed a glass off your nightstand. Sliding a newspaper towards the spider, he quickly slid the cup over it.

“Done,” he said, smiling at you and kissing your forehead. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and nudging his face up to kiss him properly.

He smiled and kissed you back, sighing a little. You sighed too, your muscles relaxing. Okay, he needed to write songs less and kiss you more, you decided.

“Hey, public display of affection!” Ringo called, jolting you.

George yelped and pulled back, dropping the spider cup.

You screamed, flailing when the spider escaped onto your bed sheets.

“Why do people keep coming into my house?” you wailed.

Paul stepped forward, letting the spider crawl onto his hand. “I’ll put it outside.”

“Thank you, Paulie,” you squealed.

He and John left, arguing over whether to kill it or not.

“Don’t kill it!” George yelled.

“I know!” Paul yelled, while John yelled, “Over my dead body!”

You shared a smile with George. “They’re idiots.”

“Fun idiots,” he agreed, leaning down again, his hand reaching out to your cheek.

You were a centimeter away from him when you remembered Ringo in the corner.

Glancing at him, you saw that he was watching you in amusement. “You two are adorable.”

“Yeah, could we be, um, adorable alone, Rings?” you asked.

He laughed. “Yeah, sorry. I’ll leave you two lovebirds, alone.” Just as he closed the door, he teased, “But if you aren’t out in ten minutes, we’re checking in on you— naked or not!”

George flipped him off.

You giggled and reached for his face, kissing him through your words. “Thank you for getting that spider out.”

He nodded, sharing a kiss before he spoke. “What is it with girls and bugs? It’s silly.”

You laughed. “Don’t test it, Harrison.”

“Okay, okay.”

ahhh, the age-old question:

why do you sound like a man???

Rocketman Text Posts (Part 1)

Found this text post and knew what I had to do

the cuddling with ringo post was so cute!!! could you possibly do george as well

George is a very touchy person

the first time you cuddled you weren’t expecting it

you walked by the couch and he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap

you burst out giggling, which only made him smile more

He likes to have his face buried into your neck (and the boy has no control, you’re left with many, many marks)

“Good people’ll know you’re mine” he’ll say

George likes to have you on his chest, often rubbing circles into your hips

You two often lay like this and you read allowed to him

It’s really good for if you have periods, his warm hands lay on your stomach and massages it

He’s the big spoon in bed

But if it’s a rough day at the studio, he’ll lay his head on your stomach and rant to you

Sometimes you’ll soothingly pet his head, but if he doesn’t want his hair touched that night you’ll take his hand and rub circles

You two cuddling is all about support and love

sure would be nice to dance barefoot with my lover to tiny dancer by elton john in my kitchen at 12:30 am while we bake cookies..... haha jk......... unless..?