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glenn rhee x fem!reader

warnings: angst, reader goes missing, reader is mentioned to be malnourished.

You had promised Glenn you would be back before dark, that was over a week ago. In that week Glenn had searched for you relentlessly and when he wasn't looking for you outside the gates he was standing by the wall watching out for you.

He felt sick to his stomach each night laying in bed while you were somewhere out there. He refused to believe you were dead, you promised you'd come back.

The one time Rick suggested that you may be dead and they should stop searching Glenn blew up. Nobody had seen him that mad before.

"No! She would've never given up on you- Any of you!" He shouted before storming off back outside to the gate kicking a bucket on his way out sending it to roll down across the room that was now dead silent.

When weeks turned to months and the warm air turned into a bitter cold he still didn't give up but the hope of finding you was slimming each day.

Some nights he didn't sleep, he would sit in his cell that was covered in your things. He refused to let go of anything that was yours. He was distraught when your smell began fading from your clothes and pillows.

Somedays it would slip his mind for a second, a split moment that you were missing. He'd roll in the bad reaching for you but you weren't there.

The easy-going Glenn began fading as if he went missing with you. He almost never smiled.

Beth was the only other one to believe you were still alive so when the sun went down and he could no longer see the beyond the fence she would hug him and reassure him she believed you were alive too.

Sometimes you would visit him in his dreams. Sometimes you were returning as if you hadn't been gone for months or sometimes nightmares where he would find you dead or as a walker. Sometimes he would wakeup in cold sweats and other nights he'd cry so hard he would puke.

Glenn and you had began dating four months before the apocalypse. When shit hit the fan he ran to you. Every day he has survived was for you; to keep you alive. You of course loved your independence. It was meant to be a simple run but of course nothing was simple in this world, not anymore.

He was sitting in his cell holding the little rabbit you had loved so much, his mind elsewhere when he heard a sudden crash and shouting. His head shot up but he didn't move, he didn't have the energy anymore. But when he heard someone cry out "Oh my god! Is that Y/n?" he was up. He tossed the stuffed animal on the bed and ran out of the cell and towards the voices. Daryl, Rick and Maggie were carrying a door they were using as a stretcher.

"Found 'er, 'was half frozen when I found 'er" Daryl spoke, his southern drawl strong.

Glenn let out a cry, guttural and desperate as he rushed them. Hershel was quick on his foot and had them lay you down in the nearest cell. Daryl lifted you, thin and frail, and set you on the bed. A small cry escaped your lips, frozen and delirious.

Glenn shoved by then all and gripped your hand. Tears ran down his cheeks rapidly and the cries he let out her heartbreaking. Opening your eyes they were bloodshot from lack of sleep. You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a croak.

Hershel gently moved beside Glenn and got to work to warm you up and bandage all the wounds.

It wasn't until a few hours later did you fully wake up. Glenn had slid into the bed beside you and used his body to keep yours warm. He nearly broke down again when he felt how thin you were. Hershel sighed when he told everyone you were severely malnourished, it truly looked like you were on deaths door.

When Glenn heard your muffled groan he sat up and gently cupped your cheek and quietly mumbled your name.

"Glenn?" You turned your head and opened your eyes, your voice hoarse.

"Hi" Glenn practically sobbed out then leaned forward and kissed you twice on the lips.

"I got lost- I got lost and couldn't.." You were cut off by a coughing fit.

Glenn reached over and grabbed the water bottle someone had left for you when you woke up. He unscrewed the lid and helped you lean up. He brought the bottle to your lips and let you drink as much as you needed.

the last of us

abby anderson

ellie williams

dina woodward

joel miller

jesse

the walking dead

rick grimes

glenn rhee

maggie rhee

daryl dixon

eugene porter

tara chambler

michonne

rosita espinosa

negan smith

fallout

lucy maclean

maximus

ghoul/cooper howard

the texas chainsaw massacre

bubba sawyer

nubbins sawyer

chop top sawyer

L.G

stretch

the beatles

george harrison

john lennon

paul mccartney

abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: reader is heavily implied to be a closeted bisexual, reader is borderline bullying abby, heartbroken reader, sad abby, arguing, angst angst angst.

The moment Dylan had yelled at you that it was over between the two of you and slammed the door of your guys’ shared apartment a sense of numbness fell over you. A small ounce of sadness was felt but you were almost completely numb. That lasted a day, you went about your chores like normal with a bright smile on your face. You half worried you were some kind of sociopath for the lack of emotion you felt but that came crashing down the second day of the breakup. 

You paced the apartment, full of an uncontrollable anger that couldn’t be tamed no matter how hard you tried. Tears, thick and hot rolled down your cheeks. You had thrown everything that reminded you of him into a bag, even destroyed some of it. 

Your apartment was a clear indication of your mind. It was impossible to understand why you were mad, maybe how it ended or how abruptly it had happened. A year and a half down the drain, and for what?

A gentle knock pulled you from the loudness of your thoughts. Tossing the bag full of his stuff down you wipe tears from your eyes and make your way to the door. Throwing it open you half hope to see Dylan, maybe he realized his mistake and was coming back to apologize. Half of you wondered if you would even take him back if he did. 

Much to your shock it was Abby Anderson, your ex-situationship. Friends who had a casual crush on each other but never took it farther than that. Soon after you and Dylan began dating, the friendship the two of you shared crumbled like it meant nothing. Sometimes you’d see her around or talk for a bit but never more than a few minutes at a time.

Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in its signature braid, she wore more casual clothes, a simple sleeveless t-shirt that showed off her arms and some baggy pants. She held a black food container in both hands and nervously played with the plastic lid with her thumbs. She swallowed nervously at the sight of you but forced a gentle smile.

“Mel told me Dylan and you broke up and um… I- well.. I didn’t see you in the cafeteria tonight so I thought I’d bring you some dinner so you make sure to eat.” Her voice shook a bit but she forced herself to maintain exposure. “Can I come in?”

A flash of panic filled you knowing the state of your apartment but with a sigh you nod and open the door wider for her to come in. She took a few steps in and froze as she looked around.

You took the container from her hands and tossed it onto the table before going back to packing his things, messily shoving his shirts into the duffle bag. Abby just stood there near the door fighting herself to figure out what to say to you, how to help.

“You deserve better than Dylan.” Abby blurted. “I just mean… you can do better.”

“It doesn’t even matter.” You snap but not necessarily at her, just putting your words out into the universe.

“Of course it matters, you two were together for a long while.” She walks more into the apartment towards you.

“It really doesn’t. None of this fucking matters, none of it! We sit here and pretend everything is normal but it’s not!” You turn to her, eyes pooling with tears. “I’ve got nobody Abby! He’s all I had and he left!”

“I know we aren’t as close as we were but you still have me.” She tried to comfort you.

“Do I though? We hardly talk anymore, I tried so hard to keep you in my circle but you left like I was nothing, like our friendship meant nothing to you! You’re a coward, Abby!” At this point your anger was pooling out of you uncontrollably.

“You're angry. I know I left and I’m sorry but I’m here now and I want to help you.” She kept her voice low, low like the voice she used when waking you up. “I messed up but you will always be the most important person to me.”

You cover your face as you cry loudly and unapologetically. Everything felt like it was falling apart, after Abby withdrew the others did too and that was fine because you had Dylan and as shitty as it sounds that was enough… or at least close to enough.

Abby almost cried with you but decided to try and comfort you. She walked over and tried wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into her chest but you shoved her back. She stood there in shock and flinched when you shoved her again and again.

“YOU LEFT! You all fucking left!” Your throat ached from the crying and from how loud you were yelling. “First you, and then the others and now Dylan and everyone is fine but what about me?! Why am I so disposable!”

“You're not!” Abby cried out, tears pricking her eyes.

“I am!” You cry, your arms moving to hug yourself.

“No, you’re not!” Abby yelled louder this time.

“Then why did you leave?” 

“Because I couldn’t stand to see you happy with him when all I wanted was for it to be me!” She blurts, the tears falling down her cheeks.

“What?”

“It was more than a crush to me, it was so much more than that and still is! When you got with him I tried to be happy for you and be supportive but it hurt so bad. When he held you or kissed you all I could feel was a jealousy I can’t explain. I know you didn’t want anyone knowing you liked girls too so I kept it all in but it hurts!” Abby choked on her words. “God… I was in love with you and I couldn’t even say it, I tried but it never felt right.”

“You were in love with me?” Your voice was hoarse as you stared at her in complete disbelief.

“Hell, I still am.” She wipes her tears and clears her throat. “I should go.”

“No, please, wait-” You reach for her in panic, your hand gently clasping her hand causing her to stop. “Stay.”

Her eyes locked with yours. You’d never seen so much emotion in them before, it almost knocked you over. She was more beautiful than you remembered, her soft lips trembled as she held back sobs, her cheeks had faint scars that weren’t there before.

An uncontrollable urge to kiss her flooded you… so you did. Gently placing your lips on hers going up on your tippy toes in order to reach the taller woman and cupping her tear covered cheeks with your hands. She froze before leaning into the kiss. It felt like old times, quiet makeout sessions that nobody knew about but this time it held more weight than it ever had before, much more weight.

A quiet grunt of disapproval came from her throat and she gently pulled back but kept your body touching hers.

“I don’t want to be a rebound, I don’t know if I can deal with being heartbroken again.” She rested her forehead against your own.

“You won’t… We can take this slow.” You promise. “We can stay friends just… please don’t leave again, please don’t ever leave me again.”

A small smile formed on her face as she cups your cheeks with her own hands.

“I wouldn’t ever dream of it.”

abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: serious injury to reader, reader goes blind, explosions, angst with a bit of comfort, devastated abby.

She knew separating was a bad idea, she felt it deep in her gut.

It wasn't until she watched as you ran straight into an explosive trap as you ran from a single scar trying to draw them away from the rest of the group.

Abby almost cried out as she watched your body fall limp onto the concrete below. She almost blew her cover to run to you until Owen held her firmly. She watched Mannie lifted you bridal style and run back to the truck.

The sun had set by the time they got back to the base and Abby was frantically trying to find you.

Mel tried calming her but it only agitated her more. When she did eventually find where you were Nora grabbed her shoulders firmly and made her look her in the eyes.

“Abby-” Nora tried to talk.

“Just let me see her, why can't I see her?! Just let me-” Abby spoke frantically.

“Abby, listen to me.. It's bad, it's really bad.” Nora spoke solemnly.

“What- What do you mean? Is she..”

“She's alive but…” Nora glances at Owen and Mel standing behind Abby before looking back at the tall woman in front of her. “She can't see. She lost her sight.”

“But she’ll recover, right?” Abby gripped Nora’s arm.

All Nora could do was shake her head as she gently moved aside allowing Abby in the room you were in. Abby wasted no time pushing back the flap and moving into the room. There you sat, a bandage on your hand.. but what stood out was your milky white eyes.

Your head perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps. It took you a second before you spoke.

“Abby?.. Is that you?” Your voice was so gentle, so scared it nearly broke her.

Forcing back sobs she took a few steps forward. Your arms reached out in front of you trying to find her.

“It's me, hon. I’m here.” Abby sat at the edge of your bed and gently grabbed your hands.

“Abby- I.. Abby, I can't see. I can't see anything.” Your voice wavered as you stared just past Abby but in her general direction.

“It's okay, baby. I’m here, I’m right here.” She moved forward and pulled you to her chest and slowly rocked you.

“I didn't see the trap.. The scar was so close to you, I tried leading them away but.. I.. Abby, I can't see!” Your voice became more and more emotional.

By now the tears ran down Abby’s freckled cheeks and landed on your head. Sobs erupted from you and soft sniffles from Abby.

ellie williams

abby anderson

the fool thinking of you

jester!ringo starr x queen!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut, reader has a uterus, king paul, mentions of executions. a/n: first multi chapter story for ringo! these stories will be cross-posted onto ao3 as well!

part 2

1571

When it was announced you were to marry king Paul McCartney your heart dropped to your feet. He was known for his charming personality but also his cruelty towards his wives when they couldn’t give him what he desired. His last wife had been executed after failing to produce an heir after three years of marriage. You had just turned twenty which in the eyes of kings was the perfect age for fertility.

The trip to the kingdom was treacherous and tiring but your mother promised it would be worth it. You would be dishonest if you were to say you weren’t nervous. You had picked your nails bloody and the skirt of your dress had wrinkled from how much you squeezed it. When you eventually got there your mother scolded you as you hesitated to leave the comforts of the carriage you had traveled in.

The marriage happened the following day. That was the first time you had met king Paul. He was handsome, no doubt and had a smile that screamed ladies man. He kissed you like he meant it and for a moment you thought maybe everything people said about him wasn’t the truth, maybe he was just misunderstood. 

The attention you got from the guests was overwhelming but also greatly appreciated. Everybody wanted to get a glimpse of the new queen. At the end of the night your mother gave you a heartfelt kiss to your forehead and you both said your goodbyes. Knowing it would likely be the last time you would see your mom you let a few tears escape but you were quickly guided to the bedroom you and Paul would be sharing. 

He bed you the same night eager for an heir. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed by how lackluster it felt but gave a content smile as you saw his satisfied face. After it was done he blew out the light and went to bed.

You stared up at the ceiling for a few hours, tears pricking your eyes. Eventually sleep did take you but it wasn’t an escape. 

Within a week you were mentally drained. Paul showed you little love, you knew not to expect it but the version of Paul you met at the wedding and the Paul you knew now felt entirely different. You only saw him at breakfast and dinner and at night. At breakfast and dinner he looked exhausted and at night it was lackluster sex.

Your doctors had you drink this nasty concoction of liquid swearing it would help you get pregnant. It tasted bitter and had a sickly sweet aftertaste that remained in your mouth for hours after.

Nowhere you went were you free. Whether you were in your room, outside, roaming the halls, someone always accompanied you. You were grateful for your ladies in waiting, they were a sweet but shy group. It was a bit awkward as some of them were also the ladies in waiting for the queen before you but none of them spoke of her as if she was something horrid. 

The guards you never spoke to, not truly anyways, only thank yous and goodnights. John and George were the only two you knew by name, they accompanied you the most. Despite the seriousness of the job you swore you saw John crack a smile at you once or twice which in a way made you feel human. 

Paul noticed your melancholy attitude by the third month and worried it would possibly harm your fertility in some way so he hired a jester to cheer you up. 

A slight dread filled you as you laid in bed that night. The jester was to arrive the following afternoon. Paul told you he hired the best of the best. You weren't exactly sure why you felt so scared of the thought of having a personal jester, maybe it was the fear that if this didn’t work that you would be executed.

The following morning was calm. Paul and you ate breakfast in silence like normal. A part of you worried for the jester that was only hours away from arriving. Paul had patience with you, the most he could muster of course but the patience he had with others was thin. You felt awful for dragging another person into this situation but at the same time if it could save you from execution for not being able to conceive it was worth it.

When the jester arrived you were peeking out from one of the many windows. He was already in his outfit and carried a potato sack as a bag. It was hard to make out what he looked like but you could tell he was definitely shorter than most men you were around. The moment he stepped out he carried himself in a carefree manner.

When you heard the guards rounding the corner you scurry off as if you were not watching the arrival of the jester the king had hired solely for you. John and George caught up with you as you tried to act casual as you made your way down the elegant hallway.

“Your Majesty the king requests you.” George, the kindest guard you had tells you.

With a curt nod you let your guards lead you to the ballroom where you would be meeting the jester. The two men opened the doors and you walked in. Paul was sat at his throne in the empty room as he waited for your arrival. 

The two guards you half considered friends shut the door and stood in front of it, guarding that entrance. As you made your way to Paul he stood and extended a hand taking yours into his own. He guided you to sit in your throne before sitting into his own.

No words were exchanged and Paul’s expression screamed boredom. He had seen hundreds of jesters in his time but you had only seen one from afar as a girl. You remember being memorized 

The nerves you had the night prior had melted into a mild excitement. You wondered if he would truly be as funny as rumors said. Paul had bought him from another kingdom and agreed to pay the loyal jester double his previous salary. 

The efforts Paul was making for your happiness made you feel uneasy knowing the true meaning behind it. He wasn’t genuinely wanting you to be happy, he just wanted an heir. Growing up you read books, books that were filled with love stories and happy endings. Your mother always told you not to expect what you read, it was fiction in order to bring you momentary joy but that was not what existed outside the pages. Deep down you knew she was right but you couldn’t help but wish Paul was like what you read.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the double doors open and a deep but joyous voice speak loudly, loud enough to echo throughout the room.

“Hear ye, hear ye! I arrived to steal the throne and the beautiful queen. Do not fret your majesty, you shall still reside in the castle, just as staff. Perhaps you could become a fool as I am!” The jester spoke in a jokester tone you had never heard before, he was now standing in front of you looking straight at you as the bells on his costume jingled. “My my, I have heard of your beauty in the tale but never did I expect you to be as beautiful as the moon and stars. Puts people like King Paul and I to shame!”

A small, nervous laugh escapes you which cues the jester to keep going. He makes remarks to Paul who gives a few unbothered smiles but as his introduction performance went on you couldn’t help but lean forward a bit and allow the smile on your face to grow. Your eyes widened as he juggled and cracked jokes while he did so. It was all unlike anything you had seen before.

After the performance the jester bowed before taking your hand and giving the top of it a lingering kiss. As he retreats from the ballroom to get settled in, the smile on your face lingered longer than the kiss. Paul gave you a look.

“Did he satisfy you?” He asked referring to if he brought you enough joy to keep around.

“Absolotely!” You nod in return.

Ice Cream

george harrison x wife!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: sorry it took a while to get to this request!! i am so happy i got a George request though!! this idea was adorable!! <3

1966

George had been working hard the last few months on music. Without meaning to, he was mildly neglecting you, his wife. You knew it wasn’t intentional and you took little offense in it.

The two of you had gotten married in mid 1965 so the marriage was still new as it was now summer of 1966. He was an amazing boyfriend and an even more amazing husband despite his never ending schedule.

You were sweeping the living room floor when George walked in with a toothy smile. It was typical for him to come home with a sour expression or just down right exhausted so this smile made you pause.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” You question your husband.

“You and I are going on a date.” He stated with the same smile.

“A date? Where to?” You tilt your head, it had been months since your last date. 

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Go put on that dress you like and don’t worry about getting too glammed up.” He removed his jacket as he spoke.

A sudden urge of excitement filled you like a teenage girl who’s crush just asked her out. You set the broom down and rushed to the bedroom the two of you shared. You grabbed the polkadot dress you bought but never had many chances to wear. 

You took a quick shower and applied some subtle makeup before putting on the dress. Giving yourself a twirl in the mirror you step out to see George, he was dressed fancy too but it was more on the casual side.

After a few minutes of oohing and ahhing over you the two of you got into the car. He put on his sunglasses and a hat that was a bit too large for his head, it was a simple disguise to hide who he was as they drove into town.

Once the two of you arrived you got out and looked at the building you two were parked in front of. An ice cream parlor but the blinds were all shut and the open sign was turned off.

“George, honey, I think they’re closed” You frown at the spoiled plans.

George smiled and shook his head. He reached for your hand and carefully walked into the ice cream shop. The parlor was empty but clearly open, the jukebox played a tune you were mildly familiar with and a young looking employee stood at the bar wiping the counter.

“I bought the place for the night” He told you proudly. “Nobody will bother us.”

George guided you to the booth, you were a bit confused when the employee walked to the back without asking what the two of you wanted but George had a knowing smile so you decided not to question it.

He reached from his side of the table and held your hands in his own, giving them a squeeze. The two of you talked, mainly about you and things you had been doing lately. You knew he likely didn’t want to talk about the band or anything stressing him out. His body language screamed contentment and you knew getting out like normal people without fan girls chasing him or the press asking him a million questions was helping him.

You were so wrapped up with talking to George you hardly noticed the employee carrying a giant bowl full of ice cream approaching you. You gasped as the employee set the ice cream down and put two spoons down.

George gave him a smile and a nod that told him they were all set. The young employee stared at George in awe for a moment longer before leaving and disappearing back into the kitchen area.

The entire time your eyes were fixed on the small mountain of ice cream. Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, even some flavors you didn’t know. You had to lean to even look at George.

“There is no way we can eat all this” You stare at the ice cream with wide eyes.

“I’m not sure about you but I definitely can.” He began eating right after saying that.

With a baffled laugh you began eating scoops of the ice cream too. Eventually it became a contest on who could eat the most before they got brain freeze. You won.

By the time half the ice cream was gone the two of you were done. He looked at you with a smile.

“You’ve got a little something.. Let me just” He reached over like he was going to wipe something from your face but to your shock he smeared some melted ice cream on your nose.

“George Harrison!” You scold as you quickly grab a napkin to remove the ice cream.

He laughed out loud and stood up, extending his hand to you. You took his hand and stood up. He took some money from his pocket, more than enough and set it on the table as a tip for the employee.

He put back on his hat and sunglasses despite the sun being down. He opened the car door for you and helped you in before rushing around and getting into the car.

“Did you have fun?” He asked as the car began going.

“So much fun, we should do stuff like that more often.” You suggested. 

“I agree.”

Ladies Man

paul mccartney x tomboy!fem!reader

warnings: touchy women, reader punches someone, uncomfortable paul, that's all i think a/n: as someone who dresses and acts more masculine despite being female this was so fun to write! i quite literally dropped everything i was doing to write this, i hope you don't mind that i changed it a tiny bit so reader isn't a beatle i just felt the plot fit better if she wasn't. i'm also so happy this was a paul request, i've been wanting to write for him lately! i hope you enjoyed!! <3

It was no secret Paul McCartney was a ladies man, women just gravitated to him and he used to love it until he got into a relationship with you. After the two of you made it official he dreaded the way women would attempt to hang off of him or flirt with him. 

Being a Beatle, especially the cute Beatle left hoards of women wanting him. Tonight was no different. You accompanied him at a dinner party, there were over three-hundred high class famous people. 

The moment you walked in with Paul and the three other Beatles a swarm of women came rushing up, one even bumping you out of the way. Paul did attempt to reach for your hand as he noticed you being pushed farther away but one of the women grasped his hand.

You gave him a smile and mouthed that you were going to go take a seat to which he nodded. About fifteen minutes later the boys joined you. John had a few red lipstick marks on his cheeks that he wiped off with a rag.

Paul sat beside you and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss to it. 

“You okay?” You asked quietly to which he replied with a small nod.

A few speeches were said, to you an it was in one ear and out the other thing. Maybe it was because you weren’t famous but all the people seemed rather snobby.

After dinner and everyone began socializing once again, the table was swarmed with women eager to talk with their favorite Beatle. 

Some of the women got touchy with the boys, specifically Paul. They were ruffling his hair and one even dared to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes darted to yours, he was desperately pleading for help. Because of he image the Beatles had to maintain he wasn’t able to tell the women to fuck off, but you could!

“Excuse me ladies” You clear your throat as you stand from your chair.

The group of maybe a dozen women looked at you, immediately they looked judgmental as they looked you up and down. It was no secret you didn’t exactly dress like other women, tonight proved it as you wore a suit that was made for women but definitely still appeared manly.

“And who are you?” One of the women who had to have been at least forty asked in a snotty tone.

“I happen to be Paul’s girlfriend. Now, I’m sure you ladies mean no harm but I can’t have you slobbering all over my boyfriend.” You tried to be polite.

“Paul McCartney has a girlfriend?” One whispered to the other.

“She’s hardly a girl, I mean look at her.. He could do much better.”

And with that you swung your fist forward and punched the woman in the face. She clutched her nose and fell into the woman behind her. 

Quickly you grabbed Paul by the arm and yanked him from the women's holds and ran out of the room. John, Ringo and George all stood up and followed quickly.

The limo you had arrived in was still sitting outside. The limo driver lazily smoked a cigarette as he leaned against the car but when he spotted you all running out he perked up. Fan girls stood outside immediately screaming as they saw the men.

You opened the door and pushed Paul in. Once everyone was in you hopped in slamming the door. Luckily the limo driver got the memo and drove quickly.

“You hit her!” John laughed loudly. “Did you guys see that? She just about knocked the lady out!”

“Couldn’t have them try to take my man from me” You spoke casually as you tried to catch your breath.

“Nobody ever could take me away from you,” Paul told you firmly.

With a smile you lean forward and kiss Paul. It was firm as if marking your territory. When you pulled back Paul’s cheeks burned red at the sudden display of affection in front of his band. When you glanced over George was looking out the window with a knowing smile, Ringo tried to avoid looking by staring up at the ceiling and John gave a proud smile.

My Girl

ringo starr x ditzy!fem!reader

warnings: none i don't think? a/n: this was such a cute idea! i am so honored you let me write your first request! i hope you like it! please don't be shy to request again if you have anymore ideas!! <3

“No no no,” Ringo laughed gently. “Don’t grip them just lightly hold them”

Ringo was teaching you, his dear girlfriend, how to play the drums and so far you were failing, miserably I may add. 

Sweet Ringo was ever so patient with you even when you asked silly questions he answered as if they were the best question in the world. He would gently fix your hands when you gripped the sticks too tight or too loose.

Everyone always said you were a bimbo, pretty but not the brightest in certain aspects. Ringo always defended you whenever someone was purposely trying to hurt your feelings because sometimes you didn’t realize they were laughing at you, not with you. He always looked at you like you were everything and to him you were.

He didn’t make fun of you when you read the measurements wrong and added twice the amount of flour when you tried to make cookies for him and his band or when you lost your shoes despite them being by the front door or when you asked the same question a few times or even when you seemingly lost your sunglasses only for them to be on the top of your head. He never got upset when you took too long getting ready or when you asked his opinion on what dress you should wear.

If the press ever said anything remotely negative about you he was quick to yell at whichever reporter wrote it, he had connections to find them easily. Because of this people knew quickly not to talk negatively about you.

In relationships before you began dating Ringo your boyfriends would always say “You’re lucky you’re beautiful” and although Ringo called you beautiful almost daily he never used it as a jab. He never viewed you as dumb or less than because you weren’t.

Although in certain situations you weren’t the smartest you were emotionally intelligent, something most never took account of. When Ringo came back from a tour or even practice both emotionally and mentally exhausted you always knew what to do to cheer him up. Without fail he was better and back to himself within a few days.

Two Loves

ringo starr x reader (paul mccartney x reader)

warnings: angst with drama, sad paul, sad ringo, mild cheating, that's it i think? a/n: i was in a bit of a writing slump but i'm back!! if you left a request please be patient, i have a lot of requests to go through. also! to whoever requested this i leaned more into angst with this one but i definitely added a lot of drama! thank you so much for requesting!

Ringo introduced you, his best friend, to the band almost immediately after he joined. The Beatles. Little did he know he would regret that decision for years to come.

Paul, the charismatic ladies man, had taken interest in you immediately. He swooped you up and within weeks you two were dating. During the early days he was overly affectionate and constantly had his arms around you. Despite the no girls in the studio rule you were an exception since even George and John loved you.

Things got rocky with Ringo after you and Paul started dating in late 1963 and now it being 1965 and two years into the relationship it was hard to understand why Ringo acted so tense around you.

It was only until Paul and you announced your engagement that Ringo blew up.

The two of you walked into the studio like any other day. George and John worked on a song and Ringo sat beside his drums looking over a piece of paper. Paul cleared his throat, catching the trio's attention before announcing it. 

John gave a short whistle with a proud smile while George nodded in approval… but Ringo… His eyes fixated on yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. He looked devastated and betrayed as he looked at you but as his eyes shifted to Paul his expression changed to hatred.

In a blur Ringo stood up, kicked his drumset and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. The drums laid on the ground as proof of his outburst. The room was silent before a quiet but knowing sigh was heard from George.

“What was that about?” John looked at you all in confusion.

Everyone looked at George knowing he was closest to Ringo… well… at least he was nowadays. George hesitated before speaking.

“He’s got a thing for Y/n, has since before we even met her. He’s in love with her.” George looks over at you. “He’s in love with you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, you could almost hear it in your ears. Your hands tingled as Paul slipped his hand into your possessively. You felt him tense as George spoke.

In a way Paul always knew Ringo liked you. Maybe it was the way when Ringo first brought you into the studio his arm was snaked around your waist, or maybe the way he would blush whenever you complimented his drumming, or maybe the way his eyes stayed locked onto you whenever the two of you were talking, or maybe the way he treated both Paul and you after you two began dating.

In a way you always knew too. You both grew up as neighbors and you were the only friend he had that would visit him when he got sick, through his window of course. After he got better and joined the gang he was like your protector in a way. And although he was in a gang he was a teddy bear to you, he shielded you from the fights and dangers. You were the one to push him to pursue music after hearing him play the drums and sing.

“Never thought I’d see the day Ringo tries to steal your bird, Paul” John tried to joke to clear the tension but it was useless.

Paul was pissed, George looked ashamed that he had snitched on his friend, John looked conflicted and you looked horrified.

Paul looked at you and you looked at him. He knew that expression, you wanted to chase after Ringo.

“No.” Paul stated firmly. “Absoloutely not.”

“I have to make this right, Paul. You know how Ringo is, he’ll get caught in his emotions until they suffocate him.”

“He’ll get over it. We’re getting married and he’s trying to sabotage it because he is desperate for some kind of attention! Besides he probably just wants in your pants, he doesn’t actually-”

Paul was cut off by being slapped by you, you had slapped him. The worst part is you didn’t regret it, not even when your hand began to sting and he looked at you with shock. Not even when you looked at John and George's shocked expressions. Not even when you walked out the door and rushed to Ringo’s house.

Your mind was racing so fast you didn’t process anything until you were at his door knocking, rapidly. 

“Ringo open the door, please, just open the door for me.” You pleaded as you kept knocking.

You waited a few seconds, a few unbearably long seconds before you tried the door handle. The door opened and you rushed in.

You called his name as you looked around his house. It wasn’t until you heard the weeping from the hallway that you found him. He was on his knees hugging himself as he rocked back and forth to soothe himself. You rushed to his side and kneeled beside him and hugged him. He gripped your arm with shaking hands.

“Please don’t..” He whispered.

“Don’t what?” You question.

“Marry him, please don’t marry Paul.” He pleaded.

“Oh, Ringo”

“I’m begging you.” He pulled away and looked at you, tears streaked down his cheeks. “Losing you was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt but you were happy so I left it alone even though it hurt but I can’t lose you for good and if you marry him… If-... If you marry him I will lose you forever.”

“Do you love me?” You asked, even though George confirmed it you needed to hear it from Ringo.

“Yes, I do love you. I have since the day we met while walking to school but I knew for sure when you began visiting me after I got tuberculosis, you still treated me like me not like I was just some sick person to pity or an experiment.” He rambled before sobbing out again. “Don’t marry him.”

“Ringo, that's a big ask,” Your eyes filled with tears.

“It’s selfish, I know that but I don’t care. I love you, I love you, I love you, god I love you.” He cups your cheeks and looks into your eyes with pleading eyes. “Love me back”

“Ringo-”

“I will make you so happy, happier than he ever could-”

“Ringo”

“He loves you and I know he does but I love you a million times more. I love you so much it’s painful-”

“Ringo”

“He loves you but his eyes wander whether he means to or not and I know you know and I know it hurts you, I would never do that. You’re all I ever wanted and all I will ever need-”

“Ringo listen to-”

“No! Please, just give me a chance to prove to you-”

You cut him off by cupping his tear coated cheeks and kissing him. A small ounce of guilt festered in your stomach but it was overpowered to the love you felt towards Ringo. 

Ringo, who melted into the kiss and kissed you like a drowning man. You snaked your fingers through his soft hair keeping the kiss going. 

When the two of you finally pulled apart you rested your foreheads against each others.

“I love you too” You mutter.

“Say it again,” He pleaded.

“I love you Ritchie.”

He melted at your words.

That night against your better judgement you stayed at Ringo’s house. Nothing happened other than cuddling and lots of kisses. He wrapped you up into his arms and you two slept like that. That morning he woke up before you and made breakfast for the two of you. 

Despite his joy he knew today would be rough so when you woke up he was beyond gentle and when you told him you had to see Paul and call off the engagement he understood. He was fearful that you would change your mind, that Paul’s pervasive ways would sway you to staying with him but he trusted your words. You promised to go back to him after you talked with Paul.

As you made your way back to your house dread filled you. You loved Paul but not nearly as close to how much you loved Ringo, not even by half. In a way you felt you loved the idea of Paul. The ladies man falling for you. 

When you walked in the house was quiet, too quiet. You gently closed the door and took a few steps in. Paul was sitting on the couch unmoving, no tea in hand or any newspaper or book. Just quiet acceptance.

“Paul” You spoke.

Slowly, he turned to you. His eyes red from both lack of sleep and crying. He was still in his pajamas and his hair was messy. The way he looked at you proved he knew.

The area you had slapped on his cheek luckily didn’t bruise but there was a faint red mark. At the sight of what you did it did make you feel bad and knowing what you were about to do made it even worse.

“I assume you were with Ringo?” He questioned gently.

“Yes” You reply plainly.

He gave a curt nod. A moment of silence followed, agonizingly. So much needed to be said but neither of you knew where to begin and both dreaded the possible outcome.

“Are you hungry?” He asked calmly as if nothing was wrong, when you didn’t respond he spoke again while standing up. “I’ll make some breakfast”

“Paul…” You mutter as he walks by you and into the kitchen.

You watched as he pulled out some eggs from the refrigerator and the kettle. Slowly he cracked the eggs into the pan and put water in the kettle.

“There’s no practice today so maybe we can go see a movie or go have some dinner at that restaurant you like?” Paul asked but his voice was deprived of emotion, it was as if he was trying to pretend everything was fine.

“Paul” You tried again.

“Or maybe we can work on some music, I have a few lyrics I’ve been wanting to run by you.” He kept his back turned to you as he cooked. 

“Paul, listen to me-” You tried again, this time your voice was firmer.

“Why, Y/n?” He asked but kept his back to you. “This isn’t how this is meant to go.”

“I know that but I can’t help how I feel.”

“Towards Ringo?” He finally turned to you.

“Yes”

“He has twisted your brain! Can’t you see that? Everything was fine before this, we’re getting married.” He began getting worked up so he took a breath before beginning again. “We’re going to get married, Richard’s little… crush will fade away and everything will go back to normal.”

“Paul, it's so much more than just some crush and we both know that.”

“Whatever it is, he will get over it! You’re my fiance! He can’t just rip that away like it means nothing. We love each other, right?..” When he saw your expression his firm stance softened. “Right?”

“I don’t know anymore, Paul.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” 

“Everything is so mixed up I’m not sure what I’m feeling. All I know is Ringo and I talked and he does love me more than just some crush.”

“Then what do you reckon we do, huh?! Because I refuse to let Richard fucking Starkey steal my fiance! We were fine yesterday and then he swooped in threw a fit and now you’re pitying him but this will all blow over.”

“It won’t!” You shout back.

“It will!” He exclaimed.

“It won’t, Paul!”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because the only reason I said yes to dating you was to make Ritchie jealous! The only reason I said yes to marrying you was because I felt I owed it to you!” You blurted, but like word vomit you just kept talking. “I should’ve ended things years ago but I felt caught in this web because if I broke up with you then everything would be awkward between me and everyone but I just can’t anymore, Paul.”

“What…” His voice was low.

“I love you, I do, I love you so much but… it’s a learned love. Like something I’m not meant to feel but I force. With Ringo everything is simple.” You explained gently but truthfully.

“But I thought… I thought you loved me.” His voice cracked. “I thought everything was perfect.”

There was a long pause other than the eggs cooking in the pan and the sound of cars blissfully driving by without a care in the world. Paul just looked at you with a heartbroken expression. 

“So you don’t want to marry me? You want to call the marriage off?” He asked carefully but with the saddest voice you had heard.

“I don’t think it would be fair to you if we were to proceed with the marriage.” You visibly saw him break. “It’s not that I don’t love you Paul. Doing this is killing me inside but I can’t do this to you or him or myself. And please don’t blame him, this isn’t on him.”

Paul clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he attempted to hold himself together.

“I love you so much” His voice shakes. “Which is why I will let you go. If you can guarantee that by letting you go that you’ll be happy I will.”

“I’ll be happy” Your own voice shook with emotion.

“Then I won’t fight it.”

Paul stepped forward and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. He hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

“Go before I change my mind”

With a small nod you slip the ring off your finger and set it on the counter. You packed some of your belongings into the suitcase and left. Paul stayed in the kitchen in the same spot you left him moments before.

When you arrived at Ringo’s house a few minutes later you collapsed in his living room in a fit of tears. Ringo held you and gently rocked you back and forth.