Paul McCartney, The Most Adorable And Talented Bass Player Of All Time ()

Paul McCartney, the most adorable and talented bass player of all time (◕‿◕✿)

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Oh look at the time it’s Joe o'clock

ahhh, the age-old question:

why do you sound like a man???

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 :))

chapter two  chapter three  chapter four  chapter five  chapter six

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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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.”