#john entwistle x reader

[born-to-lose-writing]

Cheering Up

Pairing: John Entwistle x trans male!reader

Requested by @johnentwistlesbassguitar

Summary: You've been feeling insecure, but John does what he can to cheer you up and make you eat.

Tags: fluff, some angst, implied eating disorder, implied transphobia

Words: 849

A/N: A quick emergency fic, hope you like it! 💖

You had been feeling sad and insecure lately and although you stopped whining to John as much because you knew he already had a lot on his plate at the moment, it was no secret you weren't feeling good. Some days you felt like a burden to him, but whenever he noticed, John made sure to reassure you that he chose you and taking care of you during your bad periods wasn't exhausting.

Today was one of those days and soon after the dog started barking excitedly, John came into the bedroom where you were staring at your reflection in the mirror, huffing at the features you didn't like – or rather the features you would have liked if it wasn't for other people perceiving you the wrong way.

You didn't realize he had come upstairs until he tightly wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek and neck. “You're so handsome,” he murmured and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You think?” You didn't believe him, even if his compliments were always genuine.

“Of course, why else would I feel the need to show off my gorgeous boyfriend on any given occasion?” John replied, spinning you around and pulling you close by the back pocket of your jeans. You hadn't felt like smiling the whole day, but his adorable toothy smile was contagious.

“Speaking of showing you off, there's a record label event happening next Thursday. Karen, Heather and Annette are going too, so will you be my plus one?”

“If they're taking a group photo of the ‘Who girlfriends’, no thanks,” you sighed and plopped down on the bed, angry at the memory of the last formal event you had attended together. “That reporter congratulating you on the pretty girl on your arm was enough.”

John didn't let go of your hand and sat beside you, combing your hair back to look at you properly and giving you a sympathetic smile. “I verbally kicked that guy's ass after you ran off. And I'll do the same with anyone else who ever makes you feel like shit, though I can't promise I won't beat them up.”

You appreciated his offer and now that he mentioned it, you did remember John immediately switching to his spiteful tone when you had excused yourself at said event. One of the many things you loved about him was that he wasn't afraid to stand up for you when the situation required it. You really got lucky with him.

Not knowing how to respond, you shifted to lie down and rest your head on his lap. You loved using his big thighs as a better and softer kind of pillow. In this moment of silence, your stomach rumbled.

“You shouldn't starve yourself, you know?” John pointed out, raking his fingers through your hair.

“I just don't feel like I deserve to eat,” you mumbled, ashamed of not eating anything all day despite usually liking food and cooking.

“Could I get up for a minute?” he asked gently and you sat up, letting him stand up and leave the room.

A short while later, he came back with a big plate of sandwiches and a wide smile on his face, still wearing his silly naked woman apron. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight and assume he didn't take it off on purpose. “I’m sure it helps if we eat together, right?”

John got into bed with his back against the headrest and you sat next to him, crossing your legs over his. “Open up,” he said as he held a sandwich up to your mouth and started feeding you, taking turns biting into the bread.

“This is so good,” you said, pouting when he took the last bite.

“Thank you, not as good as your meals, though,” he kissed your forehead and chuckled, “Alright, now we each get our own sandwiches before I eat all of it.”

At some point, he did take off the apron because it was getting too tight. You laid your head on his squishy belly and blew raspberries on it, which made him squirm and laugh, begging you to stop. Eventually, you stopped to continue eating while John used his free hand to play with your hair, twirling some strands around his fingers.

When you finished the last sandwich, you were almost sad they were gone so quickly because they just tasted so good, but you felt a lot better now that you were full and John did his best to make your worries disappear, even if only temporarily.

Still chewing the rest of his snacks as he had stopped eating to feed you, he reached down to rub your tummy and smirked. “Good boy.”

You looked at him and smiled, stretching a little before straddling him and cupping his face. While you loved his beard, it was a pity that it hid his chubby cheeks. “I love you,” you said and kissed his nose.

“I love you too, my love,” John murmured against your lips, putting his arms around your middle as he kissed you deeply.

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

I need John entwistle x trans male reader fic for gender affirming purposes

[yellsatyouinrogerwaters]

Don't Leave Me Now - John Entwistle

A/N: Should I make a part 2? Let me know in the comments or just reblog, lol

L E N G T H: 1,400 words 

W A R N I N G: Traumatic events and alcohol 

I N S P I R A T I O N: Don't Leave Me Now - Pink Floyd 

Y O U R   P O V 

 "John," I made my way to the living room where I saw my husband reading the local paper and drinking a cup of tea. He looked towards me when I entered the room, "Yes, [y/n]?". I pointed behind me with my thumb as I replied "I'm heading off to the market. Do you need anything?" he shook his head and reburied his nose into the large paper in his hands. Walking back to the door, I grabbed the keys that were on the key holder, unlocked the door, and made my way to the market.

Once I arrived at the market, I walked in and greeted the staff with a wave and a warm smile. I began to walk and study the shelves of each aisle as I held a little scroll in between my fingers, looking back and both forth as checked to see if a certain shelf had the product I was looking for. 

After checking off every product listed on the scroll, I head to the check-out, where a young brunette female examined the price tags on the products. She pressed the numbers dials on the cash register and when it all summed up, the machine let out a little ring and she looked up at me. 

"That'll be 7.50," I nodded, unzipped my hand purse and took out £10, and slid it towards her, "Keep the change," I told her. She nodded as a reply and she handed me the products in a large paper bag.

"Have a good day, ma'am.," she waved at me slowly. 

"You too, sweetie," I waved back as I left the store.

 I began to walk home with the thought of what I was going to cook for dinner for John and me. As I walked, the landscape being the same view as always. The flaky neon lights plastered on the outside of the stores that are all tightly packed next together, leaving little to no space for each building to stand out and breathe. The cobblestone that was the pavement and road was weathered down more and more as the years flashed by. The clear blue sky was displayed neatly while the clouds were brushed on the blue canvas that was the sky. The sun shone eight on top of the city of Cambridge.

I made my way to a corner to cross the very wide street, this road was quite empty at times but very busy at others. The street was in its empty stage. I looked both ways twice and began to walk across to the opposing pavement. Pains began to form in my stomach, causing me to wrap an arm around my lower torso, I stepped onto the pavement slowly, the pain becoming unbearable by the second. As I one third into the road, I heard the engine of a car in the distance. Turning my head to the side, there was a bright red Cadillac in the middle ground of my sight, coming towards me at high speeds, veering left and right violently. My eyes widen and I hastily tried to make it to the pavement, but the pain of my stomach slowing me down even more. I kept looking back in forth between the pavement and the car that was speeding its way towards me with stop. I focused on the windshield and saw a man that looked like he was in his mid-20s, he had a flask in his hand as he swigged it down his throat. 

I was almost to the pavement, but all of sudden everything went black and I couldn't feel anything. 

J O H N ' S   P O V  

 It started to get dark outside and [y/n] hadn't come home. I began to worry immensely and made my way to the phone. Pulling off the receiver from the indent it hooks on from the machine its chained to and putting it up to my ear, I looked to my side and saw a paper that was taped onto the wall, a list of names with the phone number of each name listed, all written with her gorgeous handwriting. I looked at the first name listed and punched in their phone number on the dial pad, the static came through the speaker. After a few seconds, I heard a female voice come through the speaker, "Hello?"

"Hello, it's John. Have you seen [y/n]? She hasn't come home after heading off for the market."

"Oh, no, I haven't," her voice was full of concern. 

"Are you sure? Have you seen her at all today?

"No, I haven't seen her in 2 weeks," she reassured me. 

"Oh... alright then. Enjoy the rest of your evening," I hooked the receiver back into its original place and walked off to the living room. I sat back down on the couch and wipe my face with my hand. 

Where could she be?

 Turning on the T.V., the news channel came on and I focused on the screen as I leaned back. A blonde middle-aged woman formally dressed, explained the news of the night. I let out a little yawn as I kept watching, but then I gagged when I heard her name. I glued my eyes on the T.V. again as I was in utter shock. 

"[y/n] Entwistle is a local from Cambridge. She was found unresponsive on the edge of a pavement earlier today. She was taken to the local hospital where she is in critical condition Doctors assume that she was hit a moving vehicle."

My heart dropped. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I turned off the T.V. with my eyes still wide as can be. My hand clutched the corner arm of the couch in distress as I thought about the bastard that hit my [y/n]. Tears rolled down my face as I thought about it more and more. Pulling myself up from the couch, I went to the cupboard in the kitchen and grabbed [y/n]'s favorite liquor, pouring some into a wineglass and gulping it in an instant. I set down the glass and the liquid and walked to the coathanger that's next to the door, throwing on my jacket and slipping into my shoes. I grabbed my set keys and headed out to the local hospital.

 Once I got to my destination, I parked my car on the side of the road and scurried into the entrance of the hospital. I knocked on the glass that separated us and saw a female look up at me.

"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"

"I need to see my wife," I demanded frankly. 

"Who's your wife, sir?" The receptionist picked up a clipboard on her side alongside a pen. 

"[y/n] Entwistle," I muttered. The receptionist slid the clipboard and pen towards me through a rectangular gap. I signed and slid the items back to her. The woman stood up and beckoned me to follow her. 

As she guided me to where [y/n] was recovering. When she stopped at the door and took off the lanyard around her neck that held a key, inserting that key in the door handle and turning it to the side. 

"Here you go, sir," she flashed a tiny smile.

"Thank you," I nodded and stepped into the room. 

 There she was; my [y/n]. I hastily closed the door and paced over to her side. She laid down on a bed with a soft white blanket covering her body up to the middle of her torso, her hands on her sides. 

I walked over the front of the bed and noticed that I clipboard hung from the bed frame. I picked it up and examined what it said, it stated that she has 5 broken ribs and 3 fractured bones. Clenching my fist and shaking my head, I turned my head and gazed at her, which caused me to let out a sigh. [y/n]'s forearm had a rather large scrape on it, the blood still a bit fresh. I sat down on the chair conveniently placed next to the bed and observed her, she almost appeared to be not breathing. As my eyes were still on her, still in shock, I placed my hand over hers and gently caressed it with my thumb as I watched her. 

"Don't leave me now, [y/n]. I need you, dear." 

[love--t]

The Lonely Hearts Club

Are you lonely too?

Pairing: Punk!Wooyoung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Battle of the bands, Slow burn

Warnings: red head wooyoung, mean wooyoung, swear words. Mention of ice cream.

Please tell me if I'm missing something

a/n: Please like and reblog, Feedback is highly appreciated, Thank you for reading :)

(Has not been proof read)

Track Two: Graveyard

You shook your head and sighed.

"you've got to be kidding me?" You questioned. Sana stood next to you. Big smile on her face, she just nodded at you.

"Battle of the bands. Someone has to beat We the kings this year" She stated, sipping at her milk shake, as she walked away from where you were observing the poster.

You scoffed. Following behind her.

"Right, and it's going to be me and this imaginary band"

She whipped around, making you bump into her.

"not just any band y/n '' she raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on her face. "The band of the century".

"look i know you've had this fantasy of being in a band bu-"

You looked around and observed the stores in front of you as people came in and out.

"What do we need at the music store?" You questioned

"Song Mingi"

"Song Mingi? The nerd?" You said, shocked at the quiet boy she's suggesting

"The same Mingi that projectile vomited in front of everyone in 6th grade?"

Peeking from behind the guitars, staring at said boy as he helped a family buy a piano for their child.

"Yes, dear cousin, Song Mingi, the same one who graffitied on the teachers car for senior day"

You gasped, not believing a word that came out of her mouth.

"You mean fix on?"

She nodded.

"Trust me he's your guy, straight A's, strict korean parents have made him play cello since he was five years old, he's basically a prodigy" she threw her arm around you, her body weight against yours "but it wasn't till he heard John Entwistle from The Who play his solo on My generation did he change his mind and started to play bass behind there back"

You stared at her a bit creeped out at how she knew all this information.

"If his parents found out they'd probably kill him" Sana said, turning towards you.

"Now, how do you plan to get him into the band?"

"Me?" you Shouted a little too loud, making the girl shush you.

"Yes. You. Who else?"

You gaped at her like a goldfish out of water.

"This was your idea not mine"

"Yes but it's your band"

"My band? you were the one who suggested -"

Your fight was broken by a deep voice coughing, making you both look at him comically.

"Can I help you ladies?" Questioned the Tall boy.

"Well that didn't go so bad,did it?"

You glared at the girl from her seat across from yours. thinking back on the fool you made yourself in front of Mingi 

"He probably thinks i'm a freak"

"I don't think he minds, he's pretty cute, have i dated him before?"

You were too lost in your thoughts to respond to her, as she scrolled her phone, probably looking for the next member.

Having a bassist meant having a guitarist and that meant having a drummer as well.

You Gasped snapping up with a big smile on your face.

"We need to go to wendys!"

"Why are we at Wendys?" Sana questioned.

The sun had set, making the night chilly, as you both stared up at the neon sign of the fast food restaurant.

"Because, dear cousin, i know exactly who could be our guitarist"

You pulled the door open, the smell of fried food hitting you all at once and the sound of Steve vai shredding on the guitar landed on your ears.

You smiled to yourself, staring at your only other friend in this beat up town, frying burgers.

"Yunho!"

The giant looked up from his work giving you his big puppy eye smile.

"Y/n!" he eagerly said

Jeong Yunho. High school dropout. legendary guitar solos at underground shows. Doesn't know what to do with his life but seems to be happy where he is.

The boy jumped over the counter in a rush, bringing you in for a big hug.

"Do you want some ice cream?" the boy murmured, mushing his face into your hair.

The moment you met Yunho it was as if everything had fallen into place, you guys were soulmates, not the romantic type, but your brother/ sister type of love.

" Yes please with sprinkles on top" you beamed, relaxing at the counter as you watched the boy make your ice cream.

He cleared his throat.

"So what brings you here Tiny?" he questioned, broad back towards you

" Well me and-"

You looked around for the pink haired girl, as the sound of the door opening rang out.

"Sorry y/n Mina had called and said she had a fashi- on emergency" she sighed out, stopping in her tracks, her eyes glazing over with a dreamy look in them.

You turned to see your ice cream cone crushed in Yunho's big hands, ice cream dripping down onto the floor as he stared back the same dreamy haze in his soft eyes.

"H-Hi" He Stuttered out, whipping his free hand on his apron, pushing you slightly out of the way.

"Hello" Sana Said nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking hands with the boy, both gasping at the contact.

It was as if two magnets were drawing each other in, they could not take their eyes off of each other.

"umm guys?" you snapped , making them both stare at you, as you stared back eyebrows furrowed at what you had just witnessed.

"Are you okay?"

They let go of each other's hands, hearing yeses and a few shy giggles come from them.

"Umm, shall we sit down and talk?" you scratched at your head, not sure what to do.

Yunho and Sana sat down across from each other, Sana fluttering her eyelashes at the tall boy who stared back in awe, knuckles to his rosy cheeks.

"Getting to the point i need a guitarist to play in-"

"i'll do it" the boy answered, the love sick look on his face not leaving once.

"You will?"

"You will?".

Did you really just witness your cousin and your best friend fall in love with each other? and at first sight?

"Okay then" you said getting up from the booth.

"i'll wait for you outside, uhh Yunho Text me"

only a hum came from the duo making you roll your eyes at them.

Who needed love anyways when you had music

Right?

.

.

.

"Well"? You smirked, as the girl got into her car, a new aura surrounding her. She sighed with a big smile on her face turning the car on as she drove out of the empty parking lot.

Where is he? sana questioned

Yeosang, the boy's bored eyes stared back into hers through the glass of the concession stand.

"Out back like always" he muttered.

"What are we doing" you asked, hesitantly

As she pushed open the emergency door, letting you out first, She just smiled at you with mischief in her eyes.

"Getting you a drummer".

You heard the sounds of cheers and beers being cracked open, the parking lot to the town's cinema was a very famous hang out spot for those who enjoyed illegal activity and just as you expected everyone who was someone in this town was here.

A red haired boy pushed himself up onto one of the trash cans, letting his leather jacket hang around his elbows, showing off the different tattoos he had scattered on his arms, air guitaring to the song that played off the speaker.

You didn't need to look at the owner of that high pitched laugh to know exactly who it was.

The infamous Jung wooyoung.

The red haired male has always been very outgoing, not shying away from a challenge or the chance to make someone else laugh.

You stopped in your tracks, the thought of leaving Sana alone crossed your mind.

"What the hell are we doing here?" You whispered, harshly.

She knew very well you didn't like being near the type of crowd she's involved with but she just smirked at you, not expecting the next words to pierce you with hurt.

"Just because you and San stopped talking to Wooyoung doesn't mean I did"

and just like that she ran towards the redhead screaming his nickname for everyone to hear. The boy perked up at the mear call of his name, a gorgeous white pearly smile on his tanned skin as he twirled the girl around, picking her up off of the ground.

Rolling your eyes, you walked slowly towards the duo drying your sweaty palms on your skirt. Already knowing how this interaction is going to go.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite girl"

You looked up at a split hair dyed boy, his small hand intertwined with a sharp eyed boy.

"Kim Hongjoong!" You beamed, relieved that at least you knew a face.

The world suddenly became a blur for the red head as he locked his cold brown eyes onto you. He could suddenly hear his heart pounding in his ears, his hands sweating and shaking from familiar feelings hitting him after all those years.

The boy scanned you, hiding his disbelief that it was really you, the years doing wonders to you. You weren't that child he used to make mud cakes with. Now, you are a woman.

He watched as Hongjoong hugged you, making him clench his fist, his anger bubbling up, preparing to burst at any moment. But Sana calling you over shook him out of his stupor.

"How about you love? How's this shitty town been treating you?" Hongjoong asked taking a drag of his cigarette

"Well i se-"

Sana called out to you, making everyone stare at you. Not liking the attention, you put your hood up to hide your blushing cheeks.

You bid your goodbyes to the two boys before you, Hongjoong telling you that he'll call you for future producing sessions.

You stared straight into Wooyoung's cold eyes as they stared back at you without emotion, as you made your way towards the excited female side.

"Wooyoung this is y-"

"I know who she is" he deadpanned, taking a cigarette out of his leather jacket

Sana hesitantly smiled, not expecting for the conversation to go this way, She just smiled at you and grabbed your arm, trying to comfort you.

"Well the reason I have brought you both here is because, we're entering battle of the bands and we need a drummer and-"

The boy lit the cigarette, not once taking his eyes off of you

"No"

His reaction didn't surprise you. Wooyoung stopped having any affection for you a long time ago, Sana whined and pouted at him.

You were annoyed at the situation that she had gotten you into.

"You're wasting your time Sana" you scoffed, not backing down. Your mother once taught you to stare down your enemies and that was what you were trying to do, but who are we kidding this Jung wooyoung scares you.

"If it isn't Miss goodie tooshoos " he chuckled "can you finally talk without stuttering?"

He taunted you by walking closer, making you take a little step back as he leaned down to your height, blowing the smoke of the cigarette he was smoking into your face, making you give a little cough as you waved your hand.

you bit down on your tongue.

"What?" He questioned tilting his head to the side, feigning innocence.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You clenched your fist at his words, the boy playing with your emotions

"Wooyoung don't be a prick" Sana Scolded, pushing him back from you.

"You haven't changed a bit" you retaliated

The last thing you expected was laughter to escape the males lips.

" Yeah?" He questioned, getting even closer to your face, staring down at your lips as he bit down on his.

“After years of friendship. That's how you greet an old friend?” he chuckled, turning his back towards you, about to walk away when your next words make hip stop in his tracks.

Maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“You’re no friend of mine”

The boy sniffed, turning towards you with a cocky grin on his face, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

He once again leaned down towards you, now lips at your ear, as you tensed up from the closeness of the male.

"Well you're still that shy, nervous kid, who won't get anywhere because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants y/n" he whispered eyes meeting yours.

"It looks like we both haven't changed."

You breath hitched at his words, he stood to his full height, taking one more puff of his cigarette, he dropped it right in front of you smashing it with his black combat boots.

You stared down at the asphalt, hands in tight fists, shaking at his words, as he walked away leaving Sana and you stunned at his attitude.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't" you snapped tears finally falling. "Sana just leave me alone please"

You wiped your tears with the back of his gray hoodie and made your way home.

That's not the Wooyoung you grew up with.