johnlennonswifey

[johnlennonswifey]

Ok but Mike Nesmith is hot asf

“sideburns are ugly” counterpoint theyre beautiful and sexy. reblog if you would fuck the pronouns out of that old man. is this anything

[johnlennonswifey]

I’m back from my deep hole of depression guys

Anyways part 4 for 80s George x Reader coming soonish! Stay tuned

[johnlennonswifey]

Today marks 43 years since my first crush on a Beatles member aka john lennon passed away. I am still angry and upset to this day. he didn’t deserve to get his life taken away. Even tho I wasn’t born around the 80s, it makes me mad that johns life was taken away like wtf. John Lennon you were my first Beatles crush. I will forever love you and remember that you were the first Beatles member I had a crush on. I’m upset that your life was taken away on this day. I hope you are playing music with George in the afterlife. You will always be handsome and fine to me. 🥺❤️

[johnlennonswifey]

Cast Crush Micky Dolenz x Reader

a/n: I’m still working on the George x Reader, just wanted to write this small lil thing :)

Word Count; 848

Warnings: None (I think)

You had been hired to be a small character on a fairly new Television show; The Monkees. You were to be in a two-part episode, in which you played a wealthy man's daughter, who of course for the short while would be Davy’s love interest. You had been in a few commercials and played a few background characters so the casting crew had chosen you, someone with experience.

You’d arrived early in the morning, gotten your makeup done and you were now waiting to meet the band themselves.

“Miss L/N?” A crew member asked, opening your door after giving it a slight knock. “Yes?” You replied, turning away from your vanity. The cast member smiled at you. “The band all as their makeup is done, we’d like to get you acquainted. You smiled and stood from your chair, following the crew member to the set.

As you entered the set you were met with four young men, all of whom were sitting in chairs facing away from you.

“Boys?” The crew member said. All four of them turned and smiled. “This is Y/N. She’ll be playing Cathy. We’d like you to get acquainted before filming.” With that, the crew member smiled and walked away, leaving you alone with the boys. You looked at each of them, reading their names on the back of their chairs.

Mike, is skinny and tall, with brown hair with a green beanie on top. Peter, is also tall, also skinny, but has lighter hair, and softer features. Davy, short, brown hair and handsome features. Then there was Micky. You swore your heart stopped. His beautiful brown curly hair styled perfectly. His adorable smile, and brown eyes. You snapped out of your trance as the boys got up to greet you.

“Hi.” You said shyly. Davy smiled at you. “I’m Davy,” he said, motioning to himself, “That’s Peter, Mike,” he introduced, motioning around before his hand stopped. “And that’s Micky.” you looked at each of them and gave them a kind smile, and by the time your eyes met Micky’s your face was red.

“Hi.” He said softly, returning your smile. “Hello,” you breathed. You both stared, lost in each other's eyes before Mike cleared his throat.

“So Y/N.” He interrupted, causing an annoyed sigh to escape Micky and your attention to turn toward Mike. He lightly placed his arm around your shoulder, bringing you with him as he walked back to their chairs. “What made you decide to audition?” He asked, trying to get to know you like they were originally supposed to do. The others followed as you traveled, Micky staying especially close.

“Well,” you started. “I have done a few commercials before, I figured something like this could be my next step into my career.” You pulled up an extra chair and sat across from the others. “How’d you hear about it?” Davy questioned. You turned towards him and thought for a moment. “My mom called and told me her friend, who’s partially my manager, recommended the role.” He smiled in acknowledgment and you glanced at Micky who was staring at you intently. Just as he was about to speak, the director announced that filming was going to being. You gave him a sympathetic smile before walking getting ready to start.

The entire time during filming you would steal glances at Micky when possible and you always caught him staring back. He would usually just turn away, giving you a shy smile, but other times, especially during scenes when you were close to Davy, his eyes remained on you. Strangely, it made your heart flutter. Once the filming was over, you said your short goodbyes to the boys before heading back to your dressing room. While you were removing your makeup, you heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in.” You said, continuing to remove your makeup. You glanced up into the mirror to see who it was and your heart stopped when you realized. Micky. You stopped what you were doing and turned, blushing. He smiled sweetly and closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Micky.” You said, smiling. He whispered a hello before nervously placing his arms behind his back. “How are you.” He said awkwardly, attempting to make conversation. You laughed softly. “I’m good, well, better now that you’re here.” At this, he blushed and nervously chuckled before clearing his throat.

“So uh,” he started, avoiding eye contact. “I think you’re really pretty, and- and I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I was wondering if possibly you’d want to-“ “I’d love to.” You cut him off, eagerness in your voice. Micky’s eyes widened before he let out a sigh of relief. “After filming tomorrow?” He asked and you smiled. “That sounds great Micky.” He grinned before reaching for the door behind him, slowly leaving while still glancing back at you. You laughed quietly once he exited, but what caused you to laugh was the faint cheering once he left. “I can’t wait to get to know him better.” You whispered softly.

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80s!George Harrison x Reader (Part 3)

a/n: woah two posts in one day!?!?

Word Count; 1.3k

Warnings: None (I think)

The next morning you woke fairly early. George had left a note on your door explaining how he would be out for most of the day and that all you needed to do was light dusting. He also mentioned to feel free to help yourself to the kitchen, and if he isn’t back by 5, to please prepare a dinner.

You smiled warmly thinking of him, and set the note down on your bedside table. Before going to dust the house, you decide to finally fully unpack and put your clothes in the small dresser. Once that’s done, you leave your room, digging through your memory to remember where the supply closet is. You grab a duster and begin your journey around the house, dusting under objects on shelves, and up into high crevices. You’re working quickly but stop when you come across a closed door. George’s office.

You stare at the door for a while, weighing your options. It wouldn’t hurt to snoop, would it? you think. You glance at the clock. Besides, George shouldn’t be home for a bit… your hand slowly moves forward and you gently grip the handle, turning it and opening the room's door. You flick on the lights of the room and glance around. It’s fairly clean, with a desk in the corner, a few pictures hung on the wall and papers strayed about.

You take a few steps into the room, breathing in the faint scent of George. You make your way over to the desk, glancing at the papers. Song lyrics.. They’re practically unreadable, so you assumed he wrote them in a hurry. Just a quick thought he needed to jot down before he left. You continued your investigation snooping, now heading towards the pictures on the wall with the door. Their pictures from when George was in the Beatles. One of him smiling up on stage, another of him singing next to Paul. You continue to peacefully make your way around the room before something breaks the silence.

George.

You whip around, and fear and shock spread on your face. Shit. George is leaning against the wall, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I- I didn’t know you’d be home this early. I didn’t mean to snoop- I suppose curiosity got the best of me.” George pushes off the wall and chuckles. “It’s alright. I see you were looking at the pictures.” A wave of relief washes over as he smiles, approaching you.

“Yeah. I guess it’s still amazing to me that I’m working for a former Beatle.” You pause, smiling at the man before turning back to the photo you were previously looking at. “I’ve been a fan since I was little…”

George smiles, placing a rough hand on your shoulder. You shudder at the contact as you feel the heat in your face rise. The room is quiet before you finally decide to speak. “I did finish dusting before I came in here,” you said, turning towards George and holding up the duster.

The man’s hand fell from your shoulder as he gave you another heart-melting smile. “I noticed. You’re doing a great job so far, Y/N.” You turned away bashfully and George walked to the office door.

“Have you eaten yet?” He questioned. You shook your head. “I’ll gladly make you something if you’d like, I could show you round’ the kitchen.” You smiled. “That would be helpful.” George returned your smile and you followed him out of the room, shutting the door behind you.

As soon as you both arrived at the kitchen, George went straight to the fridge, briefly going over what foods go in which compartment, before grabbing ingredients for a salad. You follow him over to the counter, and he shows you what is kept in each drawer. You nod along as he explains, and you two finally begin making your food.

“Sorry if I startled you earlier,” George said, slowly beginning to mix his salad. “Meeting ended early, didn’t take as long as I expected.” You smiled at him gently. “It’s alright, I should’ve asked before going in there.” George chuckled. “It’s quite alright really,” he said. You followed him over to the table, this time sitting next to him.

“I noticed some of the song lyrics.” You said quietly. George paused. “Oh. Yeah, I still y’know, try to write when I can.” He chuckled. You smiled. “If you finish the song I’d be glad to listen to it, I couldn’t read what you wrote anyways.” George seemed to be relieved by this, sitting back more comfortably in his seat.

“Of course.” He said, his voice slightly deeper. The silence returned for a moment, but this time it was George who broke it. “It’s nice having someone around,” he said, making eye contact with you again. You smiled. “It gets quite lonely, in my old age,” he said sarcastically. You chuckled. “You’re not that old, George.” You joked. “Really? You don’t think I’ve got a few grey hairs?” He said, returning your lighthearted tone. This caused you to laugh. Playing along, you squinted your eyes and looked at his hair. “Of course not, only maybe, oh I don’t know, half grey?” George smiled and for the third time that day, your heart melted. You had only known him for a short while, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he talked that made you at ease.

As you both finished your salads, George offered you tea, which you gladly accepted. You both sat in the house’s living area, enjoying each other's company and using the time to get even more aquatinted.

“What’s your favorite song?” George asked suddenly. You thought for a moment. “Well, funnily enough,” you started, making eye contact with him. “I’d probably have to say ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’.” George smiled, and you could’ve sworn you saw a blush creep across his face. “I’m glad you like my writing,” George said. It was your turn to blush as you began to fidget with the hem of your dress. “It’s always been one of my favorites. Honestly, I love all your work.”

Looking back at George you’re positive of the blush that came across his face. It was his turn to look away as he laughed shyly.

George opens his mouth to speak before he’s quickly interrupted by the kitchen phone. George sighs. “Excuse me.” He says softly as he gets up and leaves for the kitchen. You’re left alone in your thoughts and your mind begins to wander. You begin to trail on the idea of how you feel towards George. After all, you always thought he was attractive. Something that you would never admit to him is the posters you had as a teen of him. Your face heats up more as your mind continues to wander. Does he see me in that way? You suddenly think. You begin to ponder on this before George comes back, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry about that.” He says, sitting back down. “My manager.” He explains. You nod in understanding before he continues. “I’ve been invited to a dinner.” This draws your attention. George is already looking at you, hope in his eyes.

“Would you like to accompany me?” He asks.

The question rings in your mind for a moment, thinking back to what you were just pondering. “I’d love to.” You say, smiling. Relief seems to wash over George as he stands again. “We’ll be leaving at four.. I’ll leave you be to get ready until then.” You smile at him as he walks away, and you stand not much later, traversing back to your room. I’ve just been invited to a dinner date by George Harrison. your heart flutters at this thought. You smile to yourself before looking at the dresser. What’s the best dress I have?

My Masterlist

[johnlennonswifey]

My Masterlist 🫶

The Beatles

John Lennon

‘I love you the way you are’

George Harrison

‘Finally, A Break.’

80s!George x Reader (Part 1)

80s!George x Reader (Part 2)

80s! George x Reader (Part 3)

Ringo Starr

‘My lovely secret’

‘I’m here for you’

Paul McCartney

Nothing Yet.

Queen

John Deacon

Nothing Yet.

Brian May

Nothing Yet.

Roger Taylor

Nothing Yet.

Freddie Mercury

Nothing Yet.

The Monkees

Davy Jones

Nothing Yet.

Micky Dolenz

Cast Crush

Mike Nesmith

Nothing Yet.

Peter Tork

Nothing Yet.

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80s!George Harrison x Reader (Part 2)

a/n: ok I lied 😅 this one is a but longer than the last, but I’m still getting into the swing of things for this series.

Word Count; 889

Warnings: None (I think)

After a long and tiring drive, you finally arrived and George Harrison’s house. To say the least, it was beautiful. You parked your car on the side of the road and slowly approached the driveways gate. From the distance, you could see a man smile, and begin to walk towards you. It was George. It finally settled in, you were about to meet George Harrison. You let out a shakey breath and flattened out your clothes, hoping to make the best first impression.

“Welcome. You must be Y/N.” George said as he approached the gate and opened it. You smile and whispered out a thanks. George closed the gate behind you and motioned you to begin walking up the driveway. George approached your side and gave you a warm smile.

“I’m glad I was able to find the perfect fit for the job.” He spoke. You turned towards him and smiled. “The house is very big, and as I get older it gets harder to clean on my own,” he sighed. “I also tend to get lonely and it would be nice to have someone to talk to every once in a while.” He chuckled.

“I’m happy to help… Mr. Harrison.” You hesitated. He smiled. “Please, feel free to call me George.” You both approached the house and George opened the door for you, welcoming you into the home. “This is the main entrance, he said, motioning his arm around. “And just down there is where your room is.” He motioned to a hall under a staircase.

You smiled at him, one which he returned, and you both began your traverse through the home. Everything was already very clean, so a wave of relief washed over you.

“Would you like me to help you with your bags?” George asked as you both stopped in front of your new room. You shook your head. “I should be able to manage myself.” He smiled and nodded. “Alright. If you need to find me at any point of the day, I should be in my office.” You thanked him as he walked off. You stood there for a moment before traveling back out of the house to retrieve your bags. After taking a moment to get settled in, you decided to call your roommate, well now *old* roommate, and tell them about how things are going.

“That’s amazing! It sounds like a grand house.” They squealed. “So… how’s Mr. George Harrison?” You chuckled and blushed. “He’s nice. Gave me the tour, and let me get settled in. I’m hoping to make small talk during dinner. Anything you’d want me to ask him?” Your roommate hummed.

“Just tell him I say hi, and I’m that I’m a big fan of his work!” They laughed. You joined them before a brief silence fell over the line. You glanced at your clock before sighing. “I should probably go now. Give myself enough time to get washed before dinner.” You smiled. Your roommate laughed lightly. “Alright, and don’t forget to update me on things now and then!!” You laughed, said your goodbyes, and slowly stood from your bed.

You rummaged through your bags, finally deciding on some clean clothes to give a good first… dinner impression. You checked yourself in the room's small mirror before leaving your room, slowly making your way to the dining room.

George was already sat at the table and a fresh plate of food sat on both ends. He gave you a welcoming smile as you finally took your seat.

“I hope you enjoy it. Didn’t take long but it’s one of my favorites.” George spoke, referring to the dish. “It looks great.” You smiled. George took a bite of his food before continuing. “I’ll let you know if you need to ever make a meal, but I should be available on most days.” You nodded, finally taking a bite off your plate. As you looked back up at George you remembered what your roommate had said.

“Oh, my old roommate says hi, they’re a big fan of your music.” You said, smiling warmly. George returned the smile and laughed. “I’m glad your friend enjoys my work.” He said. “Tell them I say hello.” It was your turn to laugh before you took yet another bite of your food.

“I’m really glad you were able to take the job, Y/N.” George spoke, breaking the short silence. This time he gave you a soft smile, one that made your heart flutter. “I’m glad I got the job.” You hid your slight blush with a smile. “And I’m glad I get to know you, George.” You hesitated saying his name but it made his smile grow. “I’m glad I get to know you too, Y/N.” George said. With that, you both finished your meals and bid goodnight before you headed back off to your room.

After getting changed into your pajamas, you sat on your bed and thought back to the evening, or, one moment in particular; George’s smile.

Thinking of his smile made your cheeks heat up. How could it not? He was such a charming man, even if he is twice your age. You sighed in contempt before lying down, shutting your eyes, and drifting off, waiting for the next moment you get to see George’s warm smile.

My Masterlist

[johnlennonswifey]

*appears from the shadows* woah I’m back with a fic 😱

80!George Harrison x reader

a/n: this will be a series and this post itself doesn’t contain any George content at the moment. The next one will though, don’t worry! 🫶 also, this takes place in 1984, reader is 24 and George is 41.

Word Count; 705 (the next few will be much longer I promise)

(picture from georgehboard on Pinterest!)

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Working a dead-end job while attending college wasn’t exactly everyone’s dream. It wasn’t yours at least. Living paycheck to paycheck in a shitty apartment was not what you wanted to be doing, but all you could do was pray that some low-skill, well-paying job would open. Little did you know, your prayers were about to be answered.

“Y/N!” your roommate shouted as they quickly entered the apartment. “You gotta see this!” they ran over to your side, shoving a newspaper in your face.

You gave them a confused look, before looking at the paper and reading the headline.

“FORMER BEATLE GEORGE HARRISON OPENS JOB POSITION FOR HOUSE ASSISTANT” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it; the job opportunity you were hoping for. Not only that, but if you go the job you’d be working in, maybe even staying in the house of the George Harrison!

Wide-eyed, you looked up at your roommate and smiled. “This is amazing!! I- I’ve got to apply. Does it say where?” your friend nodded excitedly.

“You have to call this number,” they said, pointing to one at the bottom of the page. “and some secretary lady will answer. All you gotta do is answer a few questions and that’s it! They’ll call back within a week.”

You eagerly got up and grabbed the phone. You paused before dialing. The thought that thousands of others will be applying almost caused you to rethink, but who were you to pass up such an opportunity? You quickly dialed the number and listened to the phone ring.

“Hello?” you heard a lady speak on the other end of the line.

“Hi!” You said, trying to contain your excitement. “I saw the ad in the paper, I could use the job.” The lady let out a light-hearted chuckle. “Alright, all you must do is answer a few questions, Is that alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Alright,” the lady began, you excitedly looked at your roommate. “first I need to know your name, first and last, and age.”

“Y/N L/N” you spoke clearly. “And I’m 24.” The lady let out a hum of acknowledgment, before continuing her questions. You answered each clearly before she asked one last thing. “And what is the number we should call if you are chosen?” You decided to give the lady the number to your room phone, so you could answer immediately. You said your goodbyes and you slowly put down the phone.

“God I hope I get the job.” You said nervously, smiling at your roommate once more.

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The week had slowly passed, each day hoping you would get the job. That brought you to where you are now, sitting at the counter in your apartment, focusing on schoolwork. The idea of the phone call dancing in the back of your mind. That is until you hear the phone ringing. Your heart stops as you jump up and bolt to your room. You quickly grab the phone and whip it to your ear.

“Hello? Is this Y/N L/N?” A voice said. It was the secretary. “Yes, this is Y/N.” You said, your voice shaking slightly. “Excellent. We are pleased to inform you that you have received the position. Are you available to be here tomorrow?”

You held the phone away for a moment, jumping up and down with excitement. “Yeah, yes. I can be there tomorrow.” You rushed out. The lady laughed. “Great. Mr. Harrison will be there to get you settled. Have a good night.” The lady hung up and you smiled. Your body is still filled with nerves. You were going to meet George Harrison. And work for him!!! You rushed to your closet, pulled out two suitcases, and began quickly packing.

“Woah, what's got you in a hurry?” Your roommate questioned, standing in your doorway. “I got the job!” You practically smiled. Your roommate's eyes widened, a slow smile creeping onto their face. “You did? That’s amazing Y/N! When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.” You answered, motioning to your suitcases. “Guess they want me to start right away.” You chuckle. Your roommate smiled and offered to help you pack. You gratefully accepted and before you knew it, you were on your way.

[johnlennonswifey]

Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

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THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

[johnlennonswifey]

Literally couldn’t agree with this list more

dare i say rank the john eras (however you want to define them) in order of hotness?

Oo anon I would love to.

10. 1968 & 1969 John: This John doesn't do it for me as much, but it's still John so he's still hot.

9. 1970s John: Same for this era. This John always made me sad but again he's still looking fine.

8. 1967 John: We know Paul loved John in this era. So I do too.

7. 1980 John: These sunglasses were SUCH A LOOK

6. India John: Yes this is different than 1967 John cause I make the rules and this is the only time I really liked him with facial hair

5. Teddy Boy John: Much like Paul, I would have thrown it all away for teddy boy John

4. 1965 (emo boy hair) John: Sometimes the hair was a bit too emo but of course John always manages to make this look good

3. Help John: John was my first crush and the movies had a lot to do with that so they both get their own era on this list

2. AHDN/1964 John: I really had a hard time with this and 1966 John because I love his whole vibe and look during this time and in this movie but god damn how do you choose

1966 John: Ultimately i went with this for #1 because red suit and some of my other favs are from this year as well

Now let's take it to the audience.

[johnlennonswifey]

Hey everyone.

I know I haven’t been very active much in terms of fics, and a drawing I said I’d do. I promise I’m slowly working on these things. I’ve been kinda in a depressed hole for a while now. I’ll be active again soon once I’m feeling back to my good old self again 🫶

Also, side note, would you guys be interested if I stared writing queen fics? Like Roger Taylor, John Deacon, Brian May and Platonic Freddie???

[johnlennonswifey]

it's a lot of stuff...

[johnlennonswifey]

Someone should write me a John Lennon fic bc I have a promt I desperately need to read 🥰

[johnlennonswifey]

this is kind of a weird request but could i get a john x reader set in the world of ‘Help!’ where the reader is saving them from the cult? i think it sounds kinda fun lol

Wait I actually really like this omg

So I’m gonna split this into 3 maybe 4 parts, so I can start with the beginning of the movie and work towards the end where reader and John kiss or something Yk but this isn’t weird at all bc I love this request 🙏🙏🙏 it may take a bit bc I’m gonna rewatch help to make this movie accurate

[johnlennonswifey]

Can you do a fic with John in 1965 ish maybe earlier where he just needs a little comfort or something fluffy but also a bit angsty. Love your work so far!

Thank you!! Idk how to feel about this one but I hope you enjoy!! 🙌🙌

‘I love you the way you are.’

John Lennon x Reader

Summary: John has been oddly quiet, so you pay him a visit to cheer him up.

Warnings: John being sad

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John had been quiet recently. He had started distancing himself from the band, and you. Which everyone found strange. Every time you approached him he would simply shrug his shoulders. You, along with everyone else, began to worry. His usual upbeat funny attitude was gone. You needed to talk to him.

Which is where you find yourself now, standing nervously by the door to his flat.

“John?” You called out. No answer. You had already knocked four times. Running low on patience, you eyed the doorbell before deciding to ring it.

Relief washed over you when the door locks began to make noises. The door swung open, revealing a disheveled John in a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. You smiled.

“Mind if I come in?” You hesitantly asked. “I’ve been wanting to speak to you.” John hummed and moved aside. You walked in staying at the entrance as he closed to door. “You can have a seat on the couch.” He said. You nodded, following him over to his little living area.

You sat down opposite from him. He remained facing forward while you turned to look at him.

“John,” you started “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” He sat there, motionless and quiet. “John-“

“Do you think I’m fat?” He asked suddenly. You have him a confused look. “What- why would you think something like that?” He reached for a newspaper sitting on the side table before tossing it to you. It was flipped to a page in which the header read, ‘The fat Beatle?’. The entire article was people criticizing John's weight in comparison to the others.

You looked up sadly. “John, you’re not fat.” You stated quietly. He finally turned to look at you, his eyes sad. “You have to admit I’ve put on a little weight. Haven’t I?” He questioned. You frowned. “So? Even if you have that doesn’t make you fat. You’re perfectly healthy John.”

He stared at you. Quiet again. “And handsome.” You added after a surge of courage washed through you. His cheeks faintly turned pink and he turned away. You two sat in silence for what felt like hours. Deciding your visit was up, you stood, heading for the door. Before you could leave though, you felt something grab your wrist. You turned to see John, his eyes wide as he stared at you. He let go and straightened his posture.

“Do you actually think I’m handsome?” He asked. His voice now back to its normal volume. It was your turn to blush now as you nodded. He smiled. “Well, I think you’re very pretty.” He said matter-of-factly. The blush on your cheeks darkened as you took a step closer to John. “Yeah?” You asked. “Yeah.” He smiled. You gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. You finally turned to the door, opened it, and stepped out. “Feel free to visit anytime!” John called after you.

You smiled as you shut the door. “I will.” You said to yourself.

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I have been waiting for a John request I love writing for him 🙌🙌 just an fyi I might close my requests soon so I can work on some longer works of my own 🙌🙌

[johnlennonswifey]

Can I get a imagine of y/n and ringo secretly getting married behind yours and his parents back since they think that you two are “too young to get married.” but you & ringo are only 24?

Ofc! Thanks for the request. This one was challenging but I hope it’s good lol

‘My lovely secret’

Ringo Starr x Reader

Summary: You and Ringo get married. Key problem; your parents don’t know. Until the press find out of course.

Warnings: None I think

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You took a shaken breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were getting married, nonetheless without your parents knowing. They had always been strict about what age you were able to do stuff, but you were an adult. You could make your own decisions. You had decided it would be best to get married in private, considering you were marrying the newly famed Ringo Starr. You had both decided on someone to officiate the wedding and that the only witnesses were to be his bandmates and your best friend.

You scanned yourself one more time and decided you looked nice enough, before walking into the living area of your flat, where everyone awaited.

Ringo smiled brightly when he saw you, and you smiled back. He was dressed simply, but nice. You walked up to the group and stood across from Ringo. The wedding official nodded at you and your best friend gave you a thumbs up.

Your heart began to race as the official started talking. You were doing this. Getting married. Your voice wavered as you said your vows and your mind began to wander. What if the press found out? What if your parents found out? What if- “You may now kiss the bride.” your thoughts of worry were interrupted. Your heart swelled as you looked into the eyes of your very soon-to-be husband. You smiled softly and he did the same as he lead in gently, kissing you with nothing but love.

The boys let out a set of cheers and your best friend clapped. You two pulled away and smiled. You did it. You were married.

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Married life had been amazing so far. You got to wake up every morning and see your husband, Richard Starkey. You got to hold the hand that now held his wedding ring. It was everything you could ever ask for.

That was until the press started being observant.

You read the article slowly. The press had somehow noticed the ring on Richards's finger, out of his many. And they noticed you too, how practically you two were always together.

You looked up at noticed the band was taking a break from rehearsal. Ringo pressed a kiss to your forehead and you smiled briefly. “Richard.” You said slowly. He took a seat next to you, humming in response. “The papers are talking about us,” he looked at you, a confused expression on his face. “I think they’re catching on.” Ringo’s eyes widened. “How could they- how-“ he questioned. “They noticed our rings. And the fact that we’re always together..” you said. He turned to look at the floor. Not only have your parents not known, but his as well.

“My parents read this paper.” He said softly. “They most likely know by now.” your heart sank. Your parents read the papers as well. “Do you think we should tell them?” You softly questioned. Ringo nodded. “They’ll find out one way or another.”

You had finally arrived home with Richard after a long day at the studio, which means the moment you dreaded all day came. You stared at the phone on the small coffee table. Nerves had overtaken your body, but you knew it was the right thing to do. It was risky hiding it all in the first place.

You reluctantly grabbed the receiver and dialed your mum. The phone didn’t ring for long before she picked up.

“Hello?” She asked, already sounding mildly annoyed. “Hi, mom.” You said softly. You glanced down the hall to your bedroom where Ringo was, wondering how he was doing. “Y/N! I expected you to call. Mind explaining what the papers are saying?” Her voice rose. You took a deep breath.

“It’s true. I’m married.”

You were met with silence on the other end for what felt like the longest time. “Y/N you know very well you are too young to be getting married!” Your mother shouted finally. “Mom, I’m 24, I think I’m old enough to decide for myself..” you explained. You could hear her laugh on the other end. “Well no matter what I am your mother!! And I say that you are far too young to be getting married! To some famous drummer nonetheless. What if his band falls apart? What if he can’t support you? Did you think about that?” She hollered. The nerves subsided as the anger of your own grew.

“Mom, Richie is an amazing person. If his band falls through we will work through it together. Like a true married couple. I love him, Mom.”

Your mom grunted at the other end before the line cut. You sat there, unmoving.

Ringo came out of your shared bedroom. “Well.?” he hesitantly asked. “She just hung up on me.” You said quietly. Ringo pulled you close, hugging you tightly and pressing a soft kiss to your head. “It’ll be alright darling..” he said. “Hopefully they just need time to accept it..” you sniffed and glanced up at him. “What about your parents?” You questioned. Ringo frowned. “Well, my dad was the only one to answer.” He started. “He didn’t mind much, just used him and my mum as an example. You know how it goes..” he said. You kissed him gently.

You both sat there in each other's company before you spoke up. “Who cares what our parents think Rich,” you sat up, grabbing his hands and looking at his beautiful blue eyes. “We’re adults. We’re happy. It’s our life. Together. Not theirs.” Ringo smiled and pecked your lips. “You’re right. What would I do without you.”

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Hope this was good lol

[johnlennonswifey]

Omg could you do a hurt/comfort ringo x reader?:^)

Ofc! I hope you enjoy :)

I’m here for you

Ringo Starr x Reader

Summary: The press has been saying nasty things about you and Ringo, but you two are always there for each other

Warnings: The press being rude, sadness (lmk if I need more)

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You hated the press. They always pried into your and Ringo’s private life. You hated it. They don’t see you as human, just as something to use for a quick buck. And you hated it.

You angrily held the day's paper, reading the newest article on you and your boyfriend. “When will it end??” “Fangirls threaten to tear them apart!!” “Why her???” Only scratched the surface of some headlines you read. You threw the paper on the floor in a fit of rage and plopped down on the couch behind you.

“Everything alright love?” Ringo’s voice echoed from the kitchen. You opened your mouth to answer but became choked up. Your eyes felt hot, tears threading to pour as you began to feel a whirlwind of emotions.

“The bloody press!” You shouted after clearing your throat. “They’re writing about us again..” you grumbled. Ringo appeared beside the couch, frowning. “Oh Y/N…” he said softly. He sat down next to you, placing his tea on a little table. “You know they’re just doing it for money.” he finished. You sniffed.

“I know Rich but it still hurts. Knowing my family reads these too…” Ringo put his arm around you, pulling you closer as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m sure your parents are aware the articles aren’t true..” he said softly. You let out a choked sob.

“If only. My mom calls often about them… asking me questions I can’t even answer…” At this Ringo pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. “And the things they say about you,” you continued. “They’re so cruel. Pushing you aside from the rest of the band, judging your appearance. I wish I could fix it all.” Your tone rose as you spoke, the anger slowly coming back. Ringo sat in silence for a moment. You looked up at him, noticing his own eyes began to become teary. “Oh Richie…” you cooed softly. You gently pressed a kiss to his cheek before resting your head against his. “I love you, Y/N. A lot.” He said softly. You smiled. The anger and sadness you felt moments before subsiding. “I love you too Richie..”

Ringo smiled, as did you. You pressed a kiss to his lips, before noticing the still teacup out of the corner of your eye. You chuckled. “I think your tea has gone cold.” You laughed. Ringo sat up, turning towards the discarded tea. He smiled. “It appears it has.”

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Hope this is good! I’m still trying to work on my writing and figure out British English bc I’m American 😭😭