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Need to make build a bear bring back the one direction collection I would buy it in an instant!! I promise build a bear it’s worth it 🙏 (I used to have one I just can’t find it anywhere and eBay prices are ridiculous)

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Lights will guide you home

A Liam Payne tribute imagine 🫶🕊️❤️‍🩹

Y/N reacts to Liam Payne’s death on October 16, 2024:

It didn’t seem real. The headline flashing on your phone didn’t make sense, not now, not ever. Liam Payne dies at 31. You read it over and over, your hands shaking, trying to comprehend what was happening. You felt your chest tighten, like all the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out, leaving you gasping for breath.

“No… no, no, no, this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself, tears already welling in your eyes. Your mind raced with memories—those nights spent listening to his music, watching interviews where his laugh lit up the screen, scrolling through his social media just to catch a glimpse of his life. He’d been such a constant presence, someone who always felt within reach, yet so far away.

You collapsed onto the couch, clutching your phone to your chest as sobs overtook you. You didn’t know Liam personally, but in so many ways, he had been there for you. During your hardest moments, his songs had been your escape, his voice your comfort. Now, he was gone, and the world felt a little darker, a little quieter.

The messages started pouring in—friends who knew how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. But no amount of words could fill the void his loss left in your heart.

As the hours passed, you found yourself scrolling through old photos and videos, watching his smile, hearing his voice, as if holding onto those moments could bring him back. But all it did was remind you of what the world had lost, what you had lost—a source of light, of joy, now dimmed forever.

“I miss you already,” you whispered through your tears, staring at a photo of him smiling brightly. “I wish you knew how much you meant to all of us.”

The night seemed endless, and you knew that the pain of losing him would take time to heal. But somehow, in the quiet of your room, with his music softly playing in the background, you felt a sliver of peace. He might be gone, but the memories, the music, and the love—those would never fade.

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liam. oh liam. god. he was the one i worried so much about ever since the band. like, it used to be zayn but when zayn left and grew i thought "ok, he's going to be ok" because you could see after a while that the band was not good for zayn. you could see it. but liam, god. he carried so much weight, all the time. from the band all the way to the present, he was the guy who was supposed to be put together. he was "daddy direction" he was. yeah. he was that guy. and i know it weighed on him. i KNOW it did. the drinking and the fucking spiraling he went through after the band, it was all connected. and i'm not. defending his choices, i'm not. but i'm grieving him and i'm aching for him, and. i just wanted him to be okay. i really really thought that he would be okay. and he's not. and i'm. fucking heartbroken about it.

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I logged into tumblr for the first time in years to feel some sort of comfort and be around people who get it. My love for 1d started on tumblr 🥺💗🫶🏻

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Im taking the time to take a break from doing requests. A lot has happened to me this year with losing two loved ones and one of my favorite artists. I was a huge one direction fan as a young teenager and they were the ones that inspired me to write my first fan fictions as well as my first imagines. They were my first boyband. When I heard the news of Liam Payne passed away, I was shock. I felt upset within of couple and it finally hit me that he was really gone. Once it really hit me, I started bawling my eyes out over his death. Liam Payne was one of my biggest influences growing up as a young teenager. Losing him was like a part of my youth was dead. Liam is one of the first celebrities death I have cried over. His death hit me hard than any other celebrities death. I would have never imagined Liam Payne would be gone from this earth so young 💔 Liam will forever be in my heart and I will love him always. 12 year old me fell in love with him from the beginning and I will always love him ���️ Rest in Peace Liam James Payne, I will forever and always love you. You will remain a special place in my heart ❤️

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Hi just wanna say i hope youre staying safe during the storms!!

thank you 🥺❤️ we are still recovering!! ❤️‍🩹

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yay!! Odd request but could you write something about John realizing the reader is turned on by his bad eyesight? Like when he squints or holds something close to his face to read it??

Also I hope you and your family are doing all right !! We got hit pretty bad in FL but I saw some pics from NC and it's so sad :(( please stay safe

Stay safe as well! We are still recovering ❤️‍🩹😭💔

John squints at the paper in his hand, holding it closer to his face in an attempt to make out the scribbled words. His brow furrows, and you watch as his lips form a tight line, concentrating harder than usual.

“Bloody eyes,” he mutters under his breath, pushing the paper away in frustration. He glances up at you, catching the way you’re watching him a little too closely, like you’re waiting for something to happen.

“What’s that look for?” he asks, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He narrows his eyes at you, leaning forward, squinting again. “You making fun of me?”

You shake your head quickly, embarrassed that he noticed. But the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you, and John catches on in an instant. His grin widens, that mischievous gleam in his eyes making you fidget.

“No, wait a second…” he says slowly, holding the paper up again, squinting harder this time just to test his theory. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize he’s onto you. John chuckles, lowering the paper and leaning in even closer, his voice low and teasing.

John tilts his head, his eyes still narrowed as if he’s trying to see right through you. He lingers there, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, the smell of cigarettes and something distinctly him—maybe leather, maybe a bit of cologne. It makes your pulse quicken, but you try to play it cool.

“You’re daft,” you say with a nervous laugh, though your body betrays you, shifting in your seat.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating between you. “Oh, am I now? Don’t think I didn’t catch that little stare you were givin’ me. Thought I was squinting too hard to notice, huh?”

Before you can come up with a snappy response, John leans back a little, holding something close to his face again, as if inspecting it. His brow furrows with exaggerated concentration. You can’t help but laugh this time, shaking your head.

“You’re impossible.”

John drops the act and grins. “That’s why you like me.” He pauses, studying you in that intense, unreadable way of his. “It’s funny though, the stuff that gets to people. Didn’t think my eyesight was part of my charm.”

Your cheeks heat up again, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. “It’s not— I mean, it’s just—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, love.” He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, sending a spark through you. “I kind of like it, y’know. Knowing something so small makes your heart race.”

You swallow, trying to hold onto some sense of composure, but his voice—low and teasing—wraps around you like a warm blanket.

John shifts closer again, the humor in his eyes giving way to something more serious, more… intentional. “Maybe next time I’ll leave my glasses at home. Give you more to look at.” His voice drops to a whisper. “And maybe I’ll look a little closer at you too.”

You’re not sure what’s happening more—your heart pounding in your chest or the dizzying feeling in your head. But with John staring at you like that, you don’t care. You only nod, breathless, already imagining what happens next.

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hi!! two questions, are you taking request right now and do you write nsfw/implied smut at all?

yes I’m taking requests and yes I do write nsfw/implied smut ❤️

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Hey! Just letting you guys know that it’s going to take me a while to upload imagines, my state got hit hard by Hurricane Helene. I currently don’t have any wifi or power at the moment. I’m having to go to hot spots just to get wifi or signal. So please be patient 🙏 pray for my beloved state 🙏

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Hey there I love ur work ♡ do u have any requests in the queue?

Thank you so much! You can request as many as you want too ❤️ I currently don’t have any requests in my inbox but you can send some!

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oh awesome !! would you be comfortable writing a John × reader with auburn hair that reminds him of his mum's? And maybe some comforting him ensues

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The dim light of the recording studio cast long shadows, but your auburn hair caught the faint glow, reminding John of home. His eyes softened when they fell on you, lost in thought, comparing the rich tones of your hair to the familiar warmth of his mother’s.

“Y’know,” he murmured, a rare vulnerability lacing his voice, “your hair... it reminds me of my mum’s. Same color.”

You paused, watching him with quiet concern. It wasn't often that John let his guard down, and when he did, it was usually in fleeting moments like these.

“You miss her, don’t you?” you asked softly, moving closer.

He gave a small nod, his eyes a little too distant, as though he was reliving memories from long ago. “Every day,” he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers gently combing through his hair, offering him comfort in the only way you knew how. He leaned into your touch, his head falling to your shoulder as though he had been waiting for this moment.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m making her proud,” he whispered. “With all this madness... all this fame...”

“You are,” you reassured him, your hand tracing soothing circles on his back. “She’d be so proud of you, John. For your music, for everything.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt his arm snake around your waist, holding you close as if you were his lifeline. The room was quiet, the only sound his quiet breathing as he sought the comfort he hadn’t known he needed.

And in that moment, you knew you were more than just a reminder of the past. You were his present, and maybe, just maybe, a part of his future too.

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hello!! are you currently taking requests?

yes! ask away!!

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John Lennon X Assistant Reader Part 4

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The silence in the room stretched on as you stood by the window, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. You couldn’t avoid it any longer. You turned back toward the bed, where Ringo was sitting up, watching you with a gentle, concerned expression.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice still thick with sleep.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "We need to talk."

Ringo frowned slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "What’s wrong?"

You could feel the tension tightening in your chest as you struggled to find the right words. How were you supposed to explain something that was so complicated, so tangled with emotions you weren’t even sure you understood yourself? But you had to. There was no other choice.

“Last night… it can’t happen again," you finally said, your voice quieter than you intended. “We need to pretend it never happened.”

Ringo’s face fell. “Why?”

You turned away from him, feeling the weight of his gaze as you stared out the window again. “Because of John,” you said quietly. “I’ve been… I’ve been close to him for so long. He trusts me. And I don’t know how to face him now.” You paused, biting your lip. "I can’t let this ruin everything."

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Ringo didn’t say anything for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was laced with a sadness you didn’t want to hear. “Do you regret it?”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. Did you regret it? You thought back to the way Ringo had held you last night, the warmth of his touch, the way he’d made you feel seen and cared for in a way that John never had. But John was still a part of you—he was supposed to be *the* part of you.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly, your voice cracking just a little. “But I have to push it out of my mind. I can’t hurt him, Ringo. We can’t hurt him.”

Ringo nodded slowly, though the look in his eyes told you he understood more than you realized. “If that’s what you need,” he said quietly. “We’ll pretend it never happened.”

You felt a rush of relief but also an ache in your chest as he said those words. You didn’t want to pretend—not really—but what choice did you have? You gave him a small, grateful smile before turning back to the window.

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For the rest of the day, you tried to act normal, pushing the events of the previous night to the back of your mind. John showed up in his usual charming way, teasing you, making you laugh, and for a moment, it almost felt like nothing had changed. You kept reminding yourself that John was where your focus should be. You were supposed to be with him, not Ringo.

But every time you glanced at Ringo, who lingered quietly in the background, you felt that familiar pull, that nagging reminder of what had happened between you two. You told yourself over and over that it was a mistake. But deep down, you didn’t regret it. Not really.

John reached for your hand, pulling you into one of his stories, his voice filled with warmth, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Ringo. He caught your eye once, just for a brief second, and it was enough to stir something inside you. You forced a smile for John, pretending everything was fine. But it wasn’t.

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No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fully erase the memory of Ringo. It stayed with you, just beneath the surface, no matter how much you pretended. You might have convinced yourself that things could go back to normal with John, but deep down, you knew better.

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

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How I Won The War (1967)

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FOR THE LAST TIME, S.E Hinton herself said Sodapop doesn’t die in the Vietnam war and if you want PROOF, historical records show that October 8th wasn’t called in the draft lottery. HOWEVER! July 22nd, March 1st, November 9th and January 5th were.

Darry would have been able to avoid it if he had gone back to college.

If Johnny lived he would been able to get off due to the injuries he got from the church fire.

If Dally lived he would have been able to avoid it due to his criminal record alone, convicted felons were disqualified from the drafts.

But Ponyboy would have most likely had to go since he didn’t really have an excuse, plus he would have been of age (19) so he couldn’t use age as an excuse.

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John lennon x assistant reader enemies to lovers imagine: part 3

The next morning, you woke up tangled in Ringo’s sheets, the room bathed in soft morning light. The events of the previous night blurred in your mind—whispered confessions, heated kisses, and the release of emotions that had lingered for so long.

Ringo’s warmth still surrounded you, his familiar presence now transformed into something new and unsettling. For a moment, you watched him sleep beside you, his arm resting over your waist, his face looked so peaceful.

But as the reality of the situation sank in, so did the shock. You had just slept with Ringo Starr, one of the member of the Beatles and one of most famous men in the world. The weight of that realization hit you like a tidal wave. He wasn’t just the quiet, kind presence who had been there for you in moments of need—he was Ringo Starr, adored by millions. And somehow, you had crossed a line you never thought you would.

Your heart pounded as you lay there, the gravity of what had happened growing heavier by the second. It wasn’t just about Ringo’s fame.

It was about John. You had been drawn to John for so long, caught up in his charm, his wit, and the way he made you feel alive with every smile. John had been the one you were falling for, the one who made your heart race. And now, you had betrayed him.

Guilt swept over you like a cold wave, tightening your chest. How had you let this happen? John had trusted you, confided in you, and shared something special with you.

Yet here you were, wrapped in Ringo’s sheets after a night that had changed everything. You couldn’t even remember how it escalated—too quickly, too intensely—but it had, and there was no undoing it now.

You swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside you. There was no denying your feelings for Ringo.

The way he looked at you, how he was always there when you needed someone—it had affected you deeply. But this felt like a betrayal, not only to John but also to yourself.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Ringo as you stood, your heart racing. You needed to clear your head, to figure out how to deal with what had happened.

The reality of being with Ringo, and what it meant for your relationship with John, was crashing down on you.

What would John think when he found out? Could you even face him after this? The thought of his disappointment, the hurt in his eyes, made your stomach turn. John had always been someone you could rely on—someone who made you laugh, made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. And now… you had ruined it.

You glanced back at Ringo, still soundly asleep, unaware of the storm raging inside you. He didn’t deserve this, either. Neither of them did. But what was done was done.

With a heavy heart, you moved to the window, staring out at the early morning sky. The sun was just beginning to wake, but your world already felt like it had collapsed.

You didn’t know what to do—whether to confess to John or keep it a secret. Either way, you were caught between two incredible men, both of whom you cared for deeply, and both of whom you had now hurt.

As you stood there in silence, the weight of your decisions pressing down on you, one thing was painfully clear: nothing would ever be the same again.

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John lennon x assistant reader enemies to lovers imagine Part 2: The kiss with John had left you dazed, confused, and overwhelmed with guilt. While things had simmered between you and John for months, there was something about Ringo’s quiet presence that had always grounded you. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of dread in your chest after leaving him that night, his usually kind eyes clouded with something darker.

The next morning, everything seemed different. Ringo, usually the one to greet you with a smile or a light-hearted joke, had become distant. He barely looked your way, avoided conversation, and when you and John were in the same room, he’d make an excuse to leave.

At first, you thought it was just a bad day. But then the next day was the same. And the day after that.

Instead of his usual cheerful attitude, Ringo stuck close to George, often whispering between themselves, laughing about something only the two of them seemed to understand. You couldn’t help but notice the way Ringo’s gaze would shift away the moment you caught him looking at you. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

On the fourth day, the tension finally got to you. You were sitting in the studio when George came in, alone for once, his guitar slung casually over his shoulder. He gave you a long look, his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement.

“What?” you asked, tired of being out of the loop.

George shrugged, but there was a glint in his eye. “You don’t know, do you?”

You frowned. “Know what?”

He strummed his guitar lazily, taking his time before answering. “Ringo’s been off lately. Not like him, is it?”

“I’ve noticed,” you admitted. “But I don’t know why. He won’t talk to me.”

George let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “That’s because you’ve been too busy snogging Lennon.”

Your face flushed, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I—It’s not like that.”

George set his guitar down and leaned in, his voice dropping. “Ringo’s got feelings for you. Has for a while now. Didn’t think he’d need to tell you. Thought maybe you’d figure it out, but… well, here we are.”

You blinked, his words sinking in slowly. Ringo had feelings for you? The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly everything made sense—his jealousy, his distance, the way he had always been there for you but never said anything outright. Your stomach twisted with guilt.

“I had no idea,” you whispered.

George shrugged again, standing up and giving you a knowing look. “Well, now you do. What you do with that is up to you, but if I were you, I’d talk to him.”

Later that evening, you found yourself standing outside Ringo’s room, heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure what you were going to say, but you knew you couldn’t let things go on like this. You raised your hand to knock, hesitated for a second, then knocked softly.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and there stood Ringo. His expression shifted from surprise to guarded as he met your gaze.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice cool.

You took a deep breath. “We need to talk.”

He hesitated but stepped aside, letting you in. The room was small, dimly lit, with the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. You could feel the tension in the air as he stood there, waiting for you to say something.

“I know,” you blurted out, meeting his eyes. “I know that you have feelings for me.”

Ringo’s eyes widened in shock, and he blinked a few times before letting out a long sigh. “George told you, didn’t he?”

You nodded. “He did.”

Ringo ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his expression. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wasn’t planning on saying anything, especially now with… well, you and John.”

“Ringo, I didn’t know,” you said quickly, stepping closer to him. “I didn’t know how you felt.”

He looked away, his jaw clenched. “Does it matter? You’ve made your choice. You’re with John.”

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “I’m not with John. It’s complicated, but I swear, I never meant to hurt you.”

Ringo laughed bitterly, finally meeting your gaze. “It’s alright. I’m used to being the one on the sidelines. Just figured this time… maybe it’d be different.”

His words hit you hard, and the guilt that had been simmering inside you finally spilled over. “Ringo, I’m so sorry. I never realized…”

He shook his head, trying to brush it off, but you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter, does it? You like John. That’s all there is to it.”

You took a step closer, your heart racing. “No. It’s not that simple. I care about you too, Ringo. I always have.”

Ringo stared at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to figure out if you really meant what you were saying. And then, almost without thinking, he reached out, pulling you close, his hands gripping your waist. His voice was low, rough with emotion. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

Your breath caught as you looked up at him, the air between you charged with tension. “I do mean it.”

For a second, neither of you moved, the silence stretching between you. And then, suddenly, Ringo’s lips were on yours, the kiss heated, urgent, full of all the pent-up frustration and longing he had kept hidden for so long.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands threading through his hair as he pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours. The kiss deepened, becoming more desperate, more intense, until you both broke apart, breathless.

“Ringo…” you whispered, your voice shaky.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in to kiss you again, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you flush against him. This time, the kiss was slower but no less passionate, each movement filled with all the emotions you hadn’t realized had been simmering between you for so long.

Your mind raced, guilt flashing briefly as you thought of John, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming desire you felt in the moment. Ringo’s hands were everywhere, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you kissed him harder, needing to feel closer to him.

For that moment, everything else disappeared—the confusion, the guilt, the complications with John. All that mattered was Ringo, and the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

As you pulled him down onto the bed, you knew things were about to get even more complicated, but right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the heat between you, the connection you hadn’t realized was there all along.

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