BeatlelyFanFics

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

    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

“Cyn! Snap out of it!” Cynthia blinked rapidly. “Sorry, Maureen. Just drifted off a bit.” “Hey, leave the dreaming to me! I still have a drop of youth in me.” Cynthia laughed as Maureen linked arms with her. “Yes, I’m old. You don’t need to remind me every day, though. You gonna go to Richie’s?” “No,” she sighed. “He’s still not here. Can I tag along with you to John’s?” “Course you can. I forgot my glasses, so I need a guide anyway.” The two women talked and laughed as they made their way through the streets of Liverpool. It seem

   It was August of 1962, summer time in Liverpool, England. It was a lovely day, the men went to work as usual, however during their lunch breaks the majority of the workers decided to eat outside. The women with children took the advantage of taking their children out to play for hours, talking to other mothers and anyone who passed by and happened to be available for a chat. Students used their study breaks outside, under trees, sitting in groups on park benches and the elderly, acting as though they were teenagers, shopped on the streets, more cheerful than usual. A lovely day indeed.      Not too far from Penny Lane, on the street of

Early morning, Cynthia woke up, feeling ill as she was before. She struggled herself to get up and went to the kitchen where her medicine was. She got a spoon and poured some on and took the swig. She then went to the bathroom. John was still in bed, sound of sleep, Cynthia didn't want to wake him. She got dressed and then went to Woolworth's in time for her nine o'clock morning shift. She told her boss that she hasn't been feeling too well lately and her boss suggested to take a couple of days off to get some rest. Cynthia agreed. Before she left, she called Liverpool College of Art to contact her teacher to see if she can attend a make-up c