Alright.

THE BEATLES on THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW. February 9, 1964.

actually by far the funniest thing about the “we just had some privacy, didn’t we paul?” interview is george

pay attention to the way george 1) separates them by wedging himself in between them (resulting in a look of disappointment as john turns back to see that paul is no longer riding his ass) and 2) immediately puts a stop to john’s flirting by interrupting with “and the drinks are over there on the right…”

get this gay ass band out of my face

𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 (snippet)

1965!george harrison x member!reader

genre: gets kinda spicy bro

warning: drinking, sexual tension, yk wassupp

a/n: ik I said it was gonna be fluff and angst but I got a little carried away so its gonna turn into smut in the full fic, sorry not sorry. the first time i'm doing this, I'm still working on it but I thought I would feed y'all lol. I hope you all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed, let me know what y'all think :).

summary:

You’re a member of The Beatles, and you finally unwind in your hotel room after a long day of press conferences. But you get interrupted by someone who wants your company. 

Era: 1965

“That was a good conference, eh, boys?” says John, while messing around with Paul, ticking him. “I don’t think I can talk anymore,” says Ringo, “I ran out of words to say and things to think”. I kept on looking out the window, head resting against it, “I need to get drunk when we get back,” I say with my eyes closed, fingers playing with the hem of my suit jacket. “Cheers to that love, I’ll be expecting you in my office,” says John in a funny voice. Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder, opening my eyes, I looked up to see George staring at me, “What would you want? I can call Eppy to get us something while he’s out”. I stare at him, I look down at my hands noticing the red acrylic painting my fingers, then I say, “Vodka, ya’ll can get whatever, I just want that”. George nods his head while still holding eye contact with me. The car then comes to a halt, the door opens, the driver holds his hand out for me, and I get helped out of the car. “Thank you, Sir,” I say as he helps me onto the steps leading up to the hotel door. “No problem, Ms. L/N, I wouldn’t want to see you struggle up the steps, especially with those shoes,” He says while looking down at my heels, they arent easy to walk in but I had to wear them due to the height difference of me and the guys without them, then he looks at me and I notice how young he is. “He looks a bit older than me,” I say in my head, “Probably a year or two.” He isn’t bad to look at, honestly: Good smile, blue eyes, he’s around 5’10, a bit of a height difference. “Thank you, you’re very kind,” I say to him while smiling. He blushes a bit, he opens his mouth to say something— “You should get back to the car,” says George, “Wouldn't want to leave it running out in the open,”. Dropping the driver's hand, we both turn to look at him. He’s walking up to us with his normal stoic expression but his eyes seem a bit rougher, his guitar case is in one hand, fag in the other, while the other three are just snickering, hiding their faces with their hands and smoke for their fags. The driver is stunned; he looks at me, then looks down, obviously flustered. “Yes, I’m sorry, sir,” he looks up at me and says, “Have a nice day, ma’am. It was an honor to meet you”. I give him a soft smile, “Likewise”, I say as the hotel door opens and I walk in. 

The boys and I went in the elevator to avoid the ruckus. When it opened, we immediately piled out and started walking to our hotel rooms. The boys go into John’s room, Paul asks me if I want to join, “No, I need some time alone right now”, I say as I kick off my heels. “Alright, love, we’ll get you at 5 sharp to start our fun,” He says, then winks. I giggle, and then I enter my room. “I need to shower,” I whisper while walking to the bathroom.

After changing into black sleeping shorts with a black long-sleeved shirt, I checked the clock; it was only 3:30, and I still had plenty of time to chill. I throw myself on the bed and close my eyes, beginning to succumb to slumber. *Knock *Knock *Knock, I open my eyes and huff my breath. I get up and open the door to see George standing there. He had changed out of the black suit, and he had a pair of black pants on, with a black turtleneck. He had a bag in left hand with a pack of fags in the other, “Could I hang with you? Ringo went to sleep, and John and Paul are in Paul’s room,”. Then he looked at my clothes and realized, “Did I wake you up?” He says with a tilted head. “No, I was just lying down,” I tell him. I don’t know why I lied, I honestly wasn’t expecting to see him until later. I make space for him to step into my room. He smells good, I keep my eyes on his back as we walk to my bed, his back shifts a little when his hand reaches into his pocket, showing off his slim but toned figure. Girl, stop.  He turns to look at me and then throws himself on my bed, “How come your bed is comfier than all of ours? That’s not fair,” He says while looking up at me through the sheets. “I’m not the one who picked the bed for the rooms,” I say to him. I throw myself on the bed as well, turning to my right to be face-to-face with him, “Did you call Eppy?”. George scoffs, playfully offended, “Of course I did, I’m not John,”.  He gets the bag and motions with his fingers to me, Come ‘ere. I scoot closer to him, then he pulls out a bottle of Buchanan Black and White. My eyes light up, immediately snatching the bottle from his grasp, “Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite?”. His eyes widen a bit and he turns his head to the side, as a pink hue decorates his cheeks,” Shut up, you, we all know it’s Ringo.”. I look at him, still holding the bottle, “I could kiss you right now,” I say jokingly.

He looks down, then turns to me, “Don’t say things that you know you wouldn’t do”, his voice got a little deeper, speaking in his delicious accent.

The atmosphere in the room changed, and something sparked between us. I set the bottle aside, still holding eye contact with him as I get closer, and I stop once I get face-to-face with him. Slowly, I lift a hand, gently caressing his jaw, “You don’t know me, Harrison.” He looks surprised, I don't think either of us expected for this to happen, he leans a little closer, oh no, I close my eyes, It’s okay, let it happen, he smells like cologne, cigarettes, and mint, I could get drunk from his scent alone. He grabs my face, turning it to the side to bare my neck. I can feel his hot breath on my nape, his lips lightly pressing on it, going higher until he reaches behind my ear, and then he presses a kiss, making me gasp. “I want to see you try”.

a/n: LOL THATS ALL YALL GONNA GET RN. I'm really sleepy and I'm gonna try to write tmrw, gonna be really busy. Again, feedback is welcomed! I want it, I need it, I crave it, lmk if y'all liked and if you would like to see it all, might do some more :)))

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