The Beatles Imagines

moon river ♥

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The Beatles Imagines

Where Paul catches you singing in his classroom, and joins in, only for you to be caught off guard.

Inspired by Audrey Hepburn's rendition of 'Moon River' in 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'.

♥ moon river ♥

paul mccartney x reader

A/N: Okay, so I had this idea for a while now, and I decided to play with the timeline because I feel like I always stay in the very early Beatle days. So, I cooked this up from my weird-ass brain and got this. The situation is sort of, odd (to say the least) but I just wanted to experiment with the idea of 'Teacher' (McBeardy) McCartney if you will. Also, I'm making McCartney two years younger in 1969 than he actually was (he was 27 in '69, but for this imagine, he's 25). And did I mention this is kind of an AU situation? And someone please catch my Queen references.

Notes:
Y/N - Your Name
Y/S/N - Your Sibling's Name

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year: 1969 ♥

You walked through the halls of the school. University never felt like such an experience, until recently. Everything was going great in your life; your sibling Y/S/N just got engaged to the kindest person you know, your parents recently bought a house in the countryside that they could just relax for the rest of their lives and you are acing all your classes. Especially your Art History class. Your favourite subject, not just because it is the class you need for your ever-reaching future, but because of your loving boyfriend... that is your professor. Okay, yes, your Art History professor is the Love of your Life. It sounds odd, but you're twenty; an adult that is old enough to make your own decisions and he loves you just as much as you love him.

You really don't remember how it all started with you and Paul. You wanted to become a famous artist and maybe even a museum curator for art. You had the passion to draw, paint, sketch, you name it—since you were five, and it hasn't changed since. The history of art was one of the most fascinating things to you. You wanted to expand your knowledge of the evolution of art and what messages and stories they had behind them, and his class was the one for you. You can say it started with you realizing the passion your professor had for the subject was equally like your own. The whole class seemed so distant and quiet, and you were the only one participating during lessons and lectures. Conversing with Paul (or Mr. McCartney is what you had addressed him as before), about almost everything during each lecture and lesson. You didn't realize it, but you did create some bond with him after all those times participating in class and asking him about his day, etc. An odd sort of friendship bloomed where it got to a point where conversing after class about each other's weekend became the regular. Nothing seemed wrong, as the relationship between the two of you was made up of getting to know each other through the same passion of art history. Plus, who can resist those doe eyes and handsome beard of his? You had to admit, he would always walk into class in a suit looking hot as hell, making your legs feel weak.

You can recall, however, the time where you wanted to discuss your recent essay and how you had to explain a portion to him that you felt was graded wrong. It took a while to explain, but you were glad the two of you met at both ends and he changed your grade from an 87% on the paper to a 90% and thanked him with a kiss of the cheek followed by an illuminating smile. You could say it started there, but after that moment, he kissed you right then and there. You smiled at the sweet thought, as you both confessed your feelings for each other and left it at that; now incognito about your relationship. Paul wasn't a flirt, and you never thought he'd fall head over heels for you. Both of you only shared intimate conversations about your passions, with stolen kisses on the lips and cheek. It felt like you were living a dream.