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Hello everyone! I’m opening my inbox again for one-shot requests! I usually do this whenever I have writer's block, so I'm excited. I will try to do all the messages I get, but I usually lean more towards the characters that I know better. I will: Any fandom: it will be weird to list every single fandom I know or don't know lol, message me and I'll let you know if we can work on it. I love doing CharacterxReader ships or CharacterxOC! - So send me some info about your original character if you want to do that. I will do any type of theme examples: - Crazy!Reader, SchoolCrush!, Cat!, Neighbor! I will not: Write adult-child ships N

The aching heart It had been two days since Eppie Stewart had moved into Kenwood and James Paul McCartney thought he was going mad. Everything he was doing was an inch of her.     Despite the many women he kept ‘satisfied’ on a regular basis, he dreamt of her when he slept, and when he even lay awake he dreamed of her. He didn’t fantasize though he imagined her face and sometimes he could remember every inch of her face – every contour and every little mark. He didn’t know how she felt for him – truly beneath the smiling teasing and the gentle words.   So there was need for some feminine advice. He needed

Laura's POV "Laurie, wake up," the familiar sound of my father's voice calls through my bedroom door. I toss on my other side and sigh tiredly, resisting the urge to rub my eyes which would only cause me to feel jaded from an extensive amount of sleep. I force myself to throw off the covers and hear the door to my room opening slowly with a motion of elegance, my father, Sylvester Mackintosh enters the room. "Can't I sleep in?" I inquire wearily. "Ah, sorry, kiddo, notta chance on my watch." He replies with an apologetic expression which makes an eyebrow of mine quirk in confusion. "Because of...?" I trail off, my mind at a blank. "'Cause of

Chapter 1 Brian had just finished another little meeting with his boys and was getting ready to leave when a sudden pain surged from his stomach. So much that he bent over from the immense pain and groaned in agony. “Brian? What’s the matter?” Paul asked and became a little worried when Brian held his stomach and groaned even louder. “My stomach hurts!” Brian answered and tried to pull himself together. He tried standing up but that just hurt his stomach even more, leaving him no choice but to crouch down and hold his stomach. John and Paul helped him to the couch. Ringo became a little worried and called up a

    Dear Mr. Epstein,    My name is Mars Chiu, and I have recently begun working under George Martin as an assistant producer. Lately, he has suggested I help him work with your band—The Beatles. Although I admit I had never heard much if them before George told me about them, I have noticed their popularity among the teenagers in the area, and enjoyed their first single that they made with George.    It is my understanding that you were due to record another single at EMI Studios on the evening of November 26th. I am writing to ask if it is okay to sit in on the session in question. I eagerly await your reply.    Sincerely,    Mar