#starrison fanfic

[beatleshalloween]

The Beatles!

[imagine-mokey]

A cute Starrison

[ringosbitch]

Here's a little writing blurb for you guys just cause I'm bored and want you all to suffer while you wait for me to finish writing some starrison (/j)

Ringo smokes his cigarette, cheeks hollowing out a bit as he inhales the rich smoke that curls around his face. His usually soft eyes darken for a moment, revealing a rare intensity. Under the dim lighting of the room, his ringed fingers- calloused from the years of drumming- briefly tap the cigarette over the ash tray. "So George, what brings you back to me?"

Based on this ^^^

[anulight]

Starrison's!!!

[ringoeatingbugsoffthefloor]

If you're a millennial that loved Bugs and dwelled in the depths of LiveJournal around 2010, or if you're down to check out a hidden gem--

Dip under the cut 👁️👁️

So have you ever loved a fanfiction you read so much that you decided "hey let's make a fake book cover for it even though IT'S BEEN ABANDONED ON LIVEJOURNAL AND WAS NEVER COMPLETED AND LEFT ON A SOUL-SHATTERING CLIFFHANGER FOR 15 YEARS?"

Because I did, last night, out of a rose-tinted nostalgic rage 😮‍💨👌✨

During the peak of my Beatles special interest, there was a fanfic on LiveJournal called Pandemic by eleanorrigby_66 (shout out if you're still out there somewhere), and my god, it is a whirlwind of everything horrible that could possibly happen. It was like a mixed vibe of 28 Days Later, Crossed (don't read it), and sort of Flowers in the Attic? If you're a millennial, loved Bugs, and we're in the darkest corners of LJ, you might know about it.

The story is a huge ball of sadness, viscera, anguish, and depravity. It was like a brutal train wreck you couldn't look away from. If the names were flipped and it had some revisions, Istg, it could've been a published novel.

Anyway, this is based on a scene in the story where (get ready for this, wtf) John and Ringo are going high speed backwards in an ambulance escaping a hoard of infected in the middle of London. Ringo has a bat and there's an infected in the back of the ambulance, and while Ringo is swinging at it to knock it out the open back doors, the infected dude gashes open Ringo's hand with a knife. It gets crazier from there. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

All four of them go through so many unspeakable things, but it almost felt like the author had a vendetta towards George for a while, and then it changed to Ringo. Like omfg, calm down. 😰

I am cringe, and I am free. 🫡🌈

I think the whole 28 Days revival inspired this, tbh. The world's in flames with an uncertain future, so I'm getting looser with my artwork, screw it.

[bloodybeatlesfreak]

ring a ding ding, here's another poly!beatles fic for all my freaks and friends 🫶🫶

[bluebonnet-fields-forever]

Wanted (Dead or Alive)

Wild West McLennon AU 🤭

[crudemisterybutfandom]

"Ringo and George have established a secret relationship a few months ago, but despite everything, neither of them dares to take the second or third step of a relationship, which is to get to know each other in a more intimate perspective, or as other people say, just have sex, or make love

everything changes in George's damn garden."

My one shot is finally made guys..... Be nice... Please..... (Lazy drawing on thereee)

[peaceloveandstarrs]

Starring with 29

(anon sent "starrison" in a different message!)

i never knew you could make such sweet sounds. me either.

1966

“Lock the door, Richie, c’mon…” 

George and Ringo hurried into their shared hotel room, high on adrenaline from their last show. The energy had been incredible, full of energy from the fans. Okay, so it had been loud to the point where they couldn’t hear themselves, but still. The energy was palpable. And it was going to be a very late night. And they knew exactly what to do with all of this energy. 

Ringo quickly locked the door behind him. He was excited, yes, but he was also slightly nervous. Usually, George was the one that took charge of things in the bedroom, but tonight, Ringo felt bold. In one quick move, Ringo had George pinned against the wall. George smirked up at him with a wicked, lusty glint in his eyes. 

“Feelin’ bold tonight, eh?” George teased. 

“Mm,” Ringo hummed as he ran his hands down George’s body, resting them teasingly on his lover’s belt. “Can’t help it, watchin’ you on that stage, so fuckin’ sexy, y’know? Been wantin’ to get me hands on ye all night…”

Before George could reply, Ringo had him in a deep, heated kiss. It caught George by surprise, but it didn’t take long for him to melt into it, sliding his tongue into Ringo’s mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments, teeth nipping at lips and tongues gliding over each other in desperation as the tension grew. Ringo groaned into the kiss. He was hot. Far too hot. He pulled away and took off his jacket, haphazardly tossing it into the room, George quickly following suit. 

“Bed,” Ringo said breathlessly, a heated demand. “And get rid of all those clothes…”

George didn’t need to be told twice. Both men hurried to the large bed, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. And he knew that Ringo was in charge tonight. Which was incredibly sexy to him as well. He palmed his half-hard cock through his underwear, pressing up to try and get some friction as Ringo straddled George’s thighs. 

“Mm, did I say you could do that?” Ringo teased, rubbing at his chin. George shook his head. “Didn’t think so… I also said I wanted all of your clothes off, did I not?”

George nodded and looked down. “Can’t finish with you straddlin’ me like that, now can I?” 

Ringo obliged the subtle request, moving aside so George could lift his hips and pull off his underpants. He nearly moaned when he saw George’s cock, thick and nearly fully hard. Part of him wanted to suck George off right there, but he’d waited too long to get his hands on his lover just to give him some head. He wanted more. And with both of them already turned on from adrenaline and lust, there was no need for much foreplay. Normally, Ringo enjoyed foreplay, teasing or being teased until he couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight, he was glad they didn’t need it. 

Ringo opened the nightstand drawer and found the small bottle of lube he’d brought with him, sitting back and uncapping the bottle so he could coat his fingers in the slick substance. He knew he was big and that George didn’t bottom all that often, so he would make sure to prep him thoroughly. 

“Safe word?” Ringo asked.

“Red,” George said. 

“Good boy,” Ringo replied.

He felt his cock twitch when George bit his lip at that response. He knew George had a strong praise kink, so of course, he brought it into play now. Rubbing George’s chest to help him relax, Ringo pressed the tip of his index finger against George’s hole and slowly slid the tip into him. George tensed slightly.

“Shh, love, it’s me, relax…” Ringo breathed as he slowly slid more into him. “That’s it… you’re doing so good, love…”

George moaned as Ringo thrust his finger in and out, moving it side to side to start stretching him. It was a slight sting, but nothing too painful… and then… 

“Fuck!” 

Ringo found George’s prostate, gently massaging the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of pleasure over George’s body. It felt incredible, making George crave more, more, more… but before he could get too worked up, Ringo began to slide another finger in to join the first one. He gave George a few more moments to adjust before spreading his fingers apart, really opening him up. He scissored them, delighting in each whimper and moan that he got from his lover. He was achingly hard but had just a bit more to go before George was ready.  Or until George deemed himself ready.

“Richie, please, just fuck me,” George begged as he pressed back against Ringo’s fingers, trying to guide them towards his prostate again. 

“Sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure I’m ready, just please…” George whined, gripping the sheets in desperation. “Need you. Need you inside me. Please…”

Ringo chuckled. George knew better than anyone, he supposed. He pulled his fingers out, leaving George whining at the empty feeling. Ringo grabbed the bottle and slicked his cock thoroughly with a deep moan. He wanted to slam into him, but he knew it would take some adjustment on George’s end, no matter how prepared he was. 

Ringo lined up, pressing the head of his cock at George’s hole. He slowly slid into George, hissing softly at the warmth and tightness. No matter how many times they fucked, this would always feel incredible. He gave George a few moments to adjust to the sensation before pulling out almost all the way and slamming into him with a groan. Ringo quickly established a steady rhythm with his thrusts as George wrapped his long legs around Ringo’s waist. 

And George, oh fuck. George was a needy mess beneath Ringo, gasping and moaning with each powerful thrust. And the sounds were oh, so sweet, music to Ringo’s ears. Part of him was amused. Who knew The Quiet Beatle was so noisy in bed? The other, more significant part was aroused, using those noises as encouragement. And he knew just how to get more. 

As he slammed into George, Ringo carefully leaned down and kissed down George’s neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin below the collarbone. And sure enough, George’s moans got even needier, higher-pitched, and breathless as his body began to tense. 

“Fuck, Ringo, fuck, fuck, yes, c’mon, please… more… ‘m so close… please…” 

Ringo shifted his angle some, slamming into his prostate with each powerful thrust. George moaned constantly, desperate to cum… Ringo was close too, but he wanted his love to come first. And how better than to praise him?

“Cum for me…” Ringo whispered, giving George one last nip on his neck. “You’ve done so good, love, c’mon and let go…”

“Fuck, oh, god, fuck, Ringo…!” 

Arching off the bed, George came hard all over his own stomach, a string of incoherent moans and swears escaping from his mouth as he rode out his powerful orgasm. Ringo followed shortly after, quickly pulling out and shooting his own release onto George’s chest, George’s name the only word on his lips. 

Both men rode out their aftershocks, gasping for breath as they collapsed wordlessly onto the bed, unable to speak or move. God. They’d really, really needed that. When he felt like he could walk without falling, Ringo got up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom, soaking it in warm water. He went back to the bed and smiled at the sight. George, completely blissed out, smiling dazedly at him. 

“Hello, handsome,” Ringo said gently as he carefully cleaned their combined releases off of George’s chest. 

“Hello yerself,” George teased. 

Chuckling, Ringo took the rag back to the bathroom and joined George on the bed, softly kissing his cheek as he pulled George into his arms. 

“I never knew you could make such sweet sounds,” Ringo said with a grin.

“Me either.”

“We’ll have to see what other sounds you can make.” 

George gave him a teasing, playful smirk. “Good thing we’ve got all night then…”

Ringo kissed George deeply and lovingly. They did have all night to explore each other, but for now, he was content to hold the man he loved in his arms. He sighed happily. Yeah. This was perfect.

[jennygrindle96]

Hi, I was wondering if anyone had any ideas for Beatles fics that you would like me to write. I have been reading fics in the The Beatles fandom for quite a while now. and I would like to try my hand at writing one, or few, or even several. so if you have any requests or ideas for a fic that you would like me to write. just put them down in the comments section below,

You can request one fics or you can request a few. it’s completely up to you, how many requests you would like to put down.

What I will write.✅

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort.

Sickfics & Injury. 

Holiday fics.

Fix-it fic.

Etc…

What i won’t write.❌

Sex.

Kinks, that kind of thing.

Anyway… Just leave your request/requests down below and I’ll see what I can do. and I’ll try my best to bring your ideas to life. 

Thanks,

Jenny😁❤️

Please send me some asks. I would really love it and appreciate it if you did!!!

[riccibby]

Ok, I've been searching and searching and finally I have encountered a fic that has literal crumbs of Pete/George, LITERAL LEFTOVERS BECAUSE IS A STARRISON FIC I'M CRYING, but whatever, I ate those leftovers anyways bcz I'm desperate.

Now I present the evidence 😭

[beatleshalloween]

George and Ringo reliving their school days

[imagine-mokey]

The Beatles, with the Starrison's reaching in for a kiss. 😜

[ringosbitch]

Starrison - New Year's Kiss

A/N: this is for @starrisonweek and their new years count down!! This is based off my modern garage band au that I'm working on, so it's not "canon compliant" and there is modern references/slang. Sorry to not be able to post exactly at midnight, that would've been cute, I was just busy. Anyways, enjoy the fic! Might draw some art for it in the comic :)

Hair.

Nails.

Mustache.

Hair again.

Good enough yet?

No.

No, not like that.

George sighs as he looks into the mirror. Everything just has to be perfect for tonight. Tonight is the night.

Table.

Chairs.

Television.

Snacks.

He checks everything three times over, as if the tv will disappear if he has to stop looking at it.

Brrrrring! Brrrrring!

His phone screeches in his pocket, causing him to jump. Taking it out, he sees ringo's contact photo and smiles.

"Ello," he answers, fidgeting with the TV remote.

"Hey love, we still on for the party tonight?"

"Course we are, what time you headed over 'ere at?"

"I'm thinking nine, don't want ya to get too sick of me by 2025," Ringo teases, his voice soothing.

George smiles to himself, easing up a bit at the banter, "I could never get too sick of you, ya big dork."

"You say that now..." he sing-songs, chuckling afterwards. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Okay love, see you at nine." George hangs up the phone, temporarily soothed from their conversation.

This does not last long, of course, and he's soon back to running around, fixing everything.

-

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"No way it's nine already..." George checks his phone, and sure enough, it's nine. He fixes his hair one final time, steeling his nerves as he opens the door. "Hey! C'mon in love," he greets, stepping away from the door to let Ringo in.

Ringo steps into George's living room, his presence immediately making the space seem brighter. "Ello love," he smiles, pressing a kiss to George's cheek. George smiles back, taking his coat off for him.

"God, Ringo looks- jesus-" George thinks to himself, his eyes filled with pure affection as he looks down at the older man. "You um- you look great," he tells him, smiling.

"Yer not too bad yerself," Ringo teases. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but all George can focus on is how deep their rich blue coloring is.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Heyyyy, George, you okay?"

Laughter.

That soft laughter that makes even the sun envious of its warmth.

"George, really mate, you okay?" Ringo asks, both his hands moving to George's shoulders to steady him.

George blinks, looking around for a moment before focusing back on Ringo. "Yeah um, I'm fine- why?"

Ringo studies his face carefully for a moment. He feels his forehead gently, "you just spaced out for a second there. Thought I lost ya," he chuckles.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm good," George flashes a dorky smile, his fanged teeth looking almost cartoony. Ringo nods and strokes George's hair back for a moment, making sure he's fine before letting go of him.

"Alright."

~ Two more hours~

Tv.

Disco ball.

New York.

Ad.

Ad.

Ad.

Ad.

Ad.

"God they really should stop putting so many ads these days, it's intolerable," George sighs, snacking on some hummus.

Ringo chuckles, shaking his head of messy hair, "yer too right."

~ One more hour ~

Cigarettes.

Smoke.

Hummus.

Pita.

Ringo.

Warmth.

Joy.

George decides that he doesn't mind if tonight is perfect, as long as Ringo is by his side. His fingers twirl loosely in his own hair as he watches the tv.

"This host guy is boring, they should've gotten someone like Jack Black for this," Ringo scoffs, watching as the host tells another lame joke.

"Ah c'mon, he's not that bad."

"Sweetheart, just look at him! The poor guy can't even laugh right."

George erupts into laughter, "you're killing me." He jokingly shoves Ringo's shoulder, causing him to laugh.

"Ah love, you have no idea what that laugh does to me," George chuckles, saying it before he can really think on it long enough.

"Oh? What exactly does my laugh do to you, touch guy?"

He blushes, realizing the implication of what he said. "Not like that, perv. I just get all warm and fuzzy, like how they describe it in the movies, y'know?"

"I'm just yanking yer chain, don't worry," Ringo claps George's back gently, his mustache crinkling upwards as he smiles.

-

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Popcorn is ready!"

"Awesome."

-

Five minutes: Ringo moves in a little closer to George on the couch.

Four minutes: he sets the popcorn aside.

Three minutes: he yawns, resting his head on George's neck.

Two minutes: tense

One minute: breathe. breathe.

"10! 9! 8!-"

"7..6..5.."

They turn to face one another.

"4!"

"3.."

George takes a deep breath as Ringo calls out: "2!"

"1..."

They kiss.

Well.

They try to.

"Oi! Mind your nose mate!" George holds his nose in his hand.

Ringo laughs, "I'm sorry love! You know I can't help me big nose."

George rubs his nose, signing, "we missed our cue."

"Hey... it's never too late for a kiss."

Their eyes meet briefly, and George can feel his heart beating faster as he looks down at Ringo's lips.

"Okay..." he says softly, leaning in.

Ringo meets him halfway, their teeth clinking together as they both grin into it.

A/n: happy new year! Tried a new writing style, hope it worked. I love these two dorks. This is also published on my ao3, and I'll post the link in the replies.

[anulight]

George and Ringo

[starrisonweek]

Starrison Week 2024: 1 July-7 July!!!

Hello lovely starrison fans! The long awaited fifth annual Starrison Week is coming soon, from 1 July - 7 July, finishing up with a bang on Ringo's birthday!!

Themes for each day will be announced in a week, on 7 March. Anyone and everyone is welcome to participate by creating fanfics/fanart/other fanworks for each day of the week. For now, save the dates and sit tight, the themes will be here very soon!!

As always, reach out to this blog, or to @celeste-fitzgerald or @rufusrant with any questions you have. Peace and love to you all!