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How they'd comfort an S/O who rarely cries, but finally breaks down

(requested by anon!! enjoy, lovies 💕)

John

John, ever perceptive, notices the subtle shift in your behavior over time

when you finally break, he sees your uncharacteristic tears and is taken aback but quickly shifts into a supportive role

he'd quickly spring into action, kneeling beside you and placing a comforting arm around your shoulders

Hey, it's alright. You don't have to hold it in anymore

he would share snippets of his own struggles, his vulnerability creating a safe space for you to open up with

John listens attentively as you vent, keen to understand the weight behind the tears that had been held back for so long

he would offer not just a listening ear, but also a depth of insight and perhaps a touch of humor to ease the moment

It takes strength to let your guard down. I'm proud of you, love he tells you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze

Paul

Paul, having a keen perception for emotions, senses your emotional turmoil long before you break down

his nurturing instincts would kick in immediately, approaching you with open arms and a gentle smile

Come here, love he beckons and you comply as he envelops you in a warm and tender embrace

Shh. There, there. It's perfectly alright to cry, you know he assures

What's got you feeling this way, darling?

Paul listens patiently as you pour your heart out, nodding in understanding and wiping the tears from your cheeks

he presses soft kisses to your forehead, assuring you that brighter days are ahead

George

George, noticing your rare moment of vulnerability, is surprised at first

he's so accustomed to you being reserved with your emotions

he would approach you carefully, sitting beside you in silent solidarity and allowing you the space to express yourself in your own time

though he may not offer much verbal comfort in the beginning, his presence would exude empathy and serenity

George gently reaches out to give a delicate touch to your arm

I'm here when you're ready to talk he reassures you, his voice steady and calming

You don't have to be strong all of the time, y'know. You're allowed to feel whatever it is you're feeling

when you finally speak, George would listen with unwavering attention, offering words of solace and wisdom born from experience

he holds your hand tightly in his as you bare your soul to him, providing a steady anchor in your overwhelming sea of emotion

Ringo

observing your rare moment of emotional vulnerability, Ringo's concern would be palpable

he'd approach you with empathy and compassion, speaking gently to you

Hey, what's brought this on, love?

his unwavering attention is on you as you begin to rant to him, your body wracked with sobs

he'd hand you tissues and trace soothing shapes on your back as you try your best to steady your breathing, offering a safe haven in his presence

with a sprinkle of humor he'd lighten the mood, easing the tension and providing reprieve from your sorrows as he reminds you that tears are a part of being human

Ringo's genuine kindness and down-to-earth nature would envelop you in a blanket of warmth and acceptance, allowing you to see how truly cherished you are

Request list?

hi there!!!

In the queue, I have...

HEADCANONS:

- boys x reader who is obsessed with plushies

- very drunk beatles x reader (set in hamburg)

- beatles supporting reader through PMDD diagnosis + symptoms (nonbinary/masc reader)

- kid!beatles x kid!reader

- beatles x male SO who has trouble expressing their emotions

- ticklish beatles

- what they argue about + how they apologize

FANFICS

- Smoke & Serendipity Part 3

I really wasn't expecting this much love and this many requests when I reopened this blog, but I am grateful for every one and they will all be filled !!!

Request: where the Beatles like to be kissed!

Have a nice day! :)

that's a great one!! :D you've got it, thanks for the request 💗

Thank you Beatlemaniacs for 2500 likes!!! 🫶🫶🫶

🐞 HELLO, ALL 🐞

I know this won't reach many of you, but I am pleased to announce I have returned to this blog!!!

Feel free to send your X reader requests this way, Beatlemaniacs

See you all very soon!

Aah! I loved the fainting scenarios!!

Could I please ask for all of the boys reaction to a S/O (or platonic, whichever you prefer) who never rally cries but she finally breaks

Don’t feel obligated!! Love your posts

thank you so much for your kind words!!

of course I can do that :) added to queue ✨️

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

Paul McCartney X Insomniac!Reader - Dream Weaver 🌠

(requested by anon!! John version will be posted soon 💞 enjoy, dearies)

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Paul sat in his cozy study surrounded by stacks of books, a dim desk lamp casting a warm glow on his delicate features. The night was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze from beyond the room's large stained glass windows. He sighed, glancing at the clock ticking away the hours. It was well past midnight, and it was par for the course for Paul to stay up this late. After all, he'd slept in until nearly noon - as usual.

For you, however, it was a different story. You'd spent last night tossing and turning, desperately trying to soothe yourself to sleep. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, a testament to the restless energy that consumed you. The following day you had trouble staying alert, despite the fact that you'd been wide-eyed and wired just hours ago. You willed yourself to push through your work and studies, groggy and uncoordinated in your movements. You were sure Paul had noticed your decline.

And notice he had. Paul couldn't help but imagine of you, lying awake in bed, struggling in your battle against insomnia. This wasn't new for you, simply another bout of sleeplessness, but it had been particularly brutal as of late.

With a determined sigh, Paul closed his book and made his way to the kitchen. He began to brew a fresh pot of chamomile tea, recalling its calming properties. He listened closely to the soft hum of boiling water, a comforting presence in the quiet of the night. As he waited for the tea to steep, he rummaged through the cupboards in search of a small jar of honey he'd purchased from the farmer's market only days before.

Armed with the tea and honey, Paul shuffled quietly to your shared bedroom and pushed the door open with his shoulder, the stiff wood creaking as he stepped inside. He is welcomed by the sight of you staring up at the ceiling above, your brows furrowed in frustration. You turn to look at Paul, your gaze softening as you smile weakly at him. He walks to the bed and takes a seat beside you, setting the mug and and jar down on the nightstand.

"Struggling to sleep yet again?" he asks gently, stroking your hair. You nodded, a faint frown marring your features.

"It's been tough lately."

Paul nods in understanding.

"I thought you may want a little something to help calm the nerves," he says, stirring a spoonful of honey into the steaming mug of tea and offering it to you.

You smiled gratefully and accepted, closing your eyes and sipping the fragrant brew. "Thank you, Paul. You didn't have to do that."

He shrugged sheepishly, crossing one ankle over the other as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. After a few moments you settled back under the covers, the warmth of the tea seeping into your bones. Paul began to hum a lullaby, a soft and soothing melody that wrapped around you like a cocoon and momentarily eased your stress.

You continued like this for a while, eventually closing your eyes. But inevitably your mind began to wander, your worries returning with more tenacity than before and gripping your mind with the same dreadful anxiety. You shifted positions a few times, grappling for solace in Paul's melodious voice. But finally you sat up, overwhelmed, and placed your head in your hands with defeat.

Paul halted his song abruptly and turned to your hunched-over form, a somber look on his face. "Not doing the trick?"

You sighed and shook your head wordlessly. Paul placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder and started to brainstorm. After a few moments, his face lit up with playful inspiration.

"How about I tell you a story?"

At first you were taken aback by the suggestion, finding it a tad childish. But, realizing it may be just the thing to occupy your spiraling mind, you nodded and laid back to cozy up once again.

And so, Paul began to spin a tale, weaving a tapestry of adventure and wonder that transported you far from the confines of your bedroom. His voice sweet as the honeyed tea he'd brought you, a soothing balm for your restless soul, each word a brushstroke painting a vivid picture in your mind.

As he spoke, you felt the weight of the world lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of enchantment and awe. When Paul reached the end of his story, you found yourself smiling, the edges of sleep beckoning you with gentle hands.

"Thank you, Paul," you murmured, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and barely above a whisper.

Paul smiled back, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Anytime, love. Sweet dreams."

At last you drifted off to sleep, cradled in the comfort and magic of a fantastical realm. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that with Paul by your side, even the darkest nights held a glimmer of hope.

Rest in peace, John Winston Ono Lennon. You will be eternally missed, loved, and remembered. The mark you left on music history, on the world, and on our hearts is incomparable and unparalleled. You have impacted and will continue to impact so many, even those born decades after your lifetime. I wish you could have seen yourself as we do- you are remembered so fondly. I sincerely hope that you are happy wherever you may be now, and that somehow you know that your legacy of peace and love lives on.

We love you, John.

✌💚☮

When i was 5 years old, My mother always told me happiness is the key to the life. When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me i didn't understand the assignment, and i told them they didn't understand life.

Remembering John Winston Lennon (9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980)