the beatles imagines

a ring for you (paul)

you sat at the table typing away tiredly, occasionally sipping your not so hot coffee. you rubbed underneath your eyes, when paul, your boyfriend of three years walked downstairs. he walked behind you wrapping his arms around your neck, resting his head against your shoulder,

"hey darling." he whispered, kissing your cheek.

"hi sweetie." you smiled with a light pink blush.

"do you have any plans for the evening?" he asked, pulling out a chair beside you. he took a seat looking at your screen. you were an up and coming playwright, working on your next screenplay.

you moved some hair from your face, glancing back at him with a short shake of your head, "nothing at all."

"gear! well i'd like to take you out." paul gleamed.

"why of course you can." you wrinkled your nose, making him kiss it.

you blushed deeply, as you both shared a short yet intimate kiss. he giggled as he winked at you, "alright, i'll let you work."

"ok." you replied gently.

***
after some more hours, you finally closed your laptop, yawning. you stretched, standing up to go upstairs to get ready for your dinner date with paul.

you walked upstairs and grabbed your finest attire for the evening. you walked into the shower, closed the door, and after some time walked out dressed up nicely in your attire.

paul also walked out of the closet dressed in a dark gray suit with his hair neatly combed. the two of you looked like an english version of mr and mrs.' smith. he held out his hand, in which you took, as he examined you,

"you look absolutely gorgeous." he smiled.

"thank you. you look handsome yourself." you grinned. he kissed you, and you kissed him, as you both left.

***
at dinner, the two of you fell more in love with each other. you both joked, smiled, and by the end of the night he was damn near falling out of his chair. he stumbled out of his chair, pulling out a red velvet box from his pocket.

you didn't see the item in his hand, but when he got on his knees that's when you realized what was taking place. he got down on one knee, presenting the small box forward,

"(y/n), you make me the happiest man alive! i am so glad i have known for you the lovely three years i've known you. your smile makes me melt, your eyes warm my heart, your voice serenades me, everything about you was handpicked by God so carefully and molded into the perfect (man/woman/ person) for me. i know you didn't want an elaborate proposal but baby you deserve it. so will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?" he smiled.

you didn't even know where to start. you blushed deeply and looked down at him, when the feeling of anxiety started to barricade itself in. you looked over at all the people, strangers rather, who stopped eating to watch you. they all itched with the same anticipation paul itched with. you took a big gulp and without thinking you blurted out,

"no."

paul's smile dropped, quite like the box out of his hand. everyone else collectively gasped at the same time as you excused yourself from the table, running out of there.

everyone started murmuring as paul embarrassingly put the box away. he got up and ran after you. you stood by the wall, breathing heavily, sobbing. paul ran out and saw you,

"(y/n)! what the hell was that back there?!"

"paul, i'm so sorry! i don't know what the hell came over me, but i'm sorry! i didn't mean to say no. i just got so embarrassed, and i told you i didn't want an elaborate proposal, paul, i-." i began before paul glanced at you,

"just say yes. i'm not leaving here until you say yes." he responded.

"of course it's a yes!" you called out, grabbing him by the face, kissing him hard.

he kissed you back, shoving you against the brick wall. you both insatiably made out as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

"let's go home baby." he moaned in between kisses.

"let's." you replied, walking home with him hand in hand.