John Lennon x fem!Reader

content warning; none. literally just fluff and something i came up with like a fart in the wind.

a/n: sorry if it ain’t too good. i’m getting used to writing for this evil man.

“i don’t like this weird silent thing you’re doing, John.” You grumbled under your breath, tossing a stuffed animal at his back. he just huffed.

this mood was all because of one little remark that you made towards him in the supermarket after he kept charming the cashier woman.

“keep that up and you’ll see just how close i am with the milk man.”

obviously you’d meant it as a joke. but john didn’t take it that way. and yes, this is the john who uses his charisma to get discounts and finds himself accidentally (?) flirting with old men.

and since that fateful moment, he’s been shooting glares at you like you killed his grandma.

“Why don’t you just go make small talk with that milk man you’re so fond of.” he snipped, voice muffled by the pillow he had his face buried in.

somehow, despite his oh-so-obvious -anger he still couldn’t find the decency to express it by sleeping on the couch. so he was just curled up in the fetal position at the foot of your shared bed. sitting with you legs crossed, you lean into your hands as your bent elbows dig into a soft velvet pillow.

“maybe i will. i’m sure he’d make better company than a pouting little baby.” you sneered, opting to toss another pillow at his head instead of apologizing.

he only groaned.

you groaned back teasingly.

the silence grew, bouncing off of your walls with an eery and unwanted echo. you knew he was truly upset, and you know you shouldn’t have made that comment. but seriously, one joke should not have sent him off the edge like that when he’s always flirting with everyone!

“…john?” you whispered.

“mmghff?” he acknowledged.

“i’m sorry.”

“…”

the silence felt awkward. you picked nervously at your cuticles.

“and you know that i don’t really talk to the milk man.”

“oh?” he raised his head slowly. you were getting him back!

“yeah.” you soothed. “he’s much too old.”

John’s eyebrows furrowed together with scrutiny as he leaned forward accusingly.“so you’re saying you’d be into him if he was younger!?”

“oh my god, are you menstruating?”

You got hit with the pillow this time.

and when you tugged the darn thing off your face, john was standing at the window, peering out into the front yard. you didn’t understand until you distantly heard a familiar door slam shut. oh no. the milkman was here.

“i think ill go fancy myself a chat with that bloke.” he muttered, just loud enough so you could hear his threat.

“john.” you warned.

“(name).” he mocked.

“don’t.”

“best try to stop me then.”

he ran out of the room like a stray cat caught in a trash bin. you scrambled, nearly tripping over your own feet on the way out.

“John! JOHN QUIT!”

he was just about to open the front door when you said those fatal words.

“IF YOU OPEN THAT DAMN DOOR, YOU AREN’T BEING THE LITTLE SPOON FOR A WEEK!”

…

“yes maam.”

“and what else!?”

“my apologies maam.”

fluff and angst, very needy reader! mentions of weed, cigarettes and alcohol. also mentions of beatles get back/let it be period.

1969!paul mcbeardy.

again, sorry for any typos. english is not my first language and gifs are not mine.

- X -

I was freezing when I decided to go to bed. I drank wine, but not as much as when I'm in Paul's company. It's night, and even with alcohol, Martha, and a fireplace, nothing seemed to warm me up. Maybe I missed Paul.

It had been a couple of days since he slept with me. Get Back and Twickenham were taking up a lot of his time. He seemed grumpy when he got home, but always took some time to cuddle with me as if the external problems that working with his band for the past 18 months were causing. Martha had become my biggest companion in this house, following me wherever I went.

When I got into that bathtub, I didn't think I was that sleepy. I dozed off lightly, and when I felt the water getting cold, I decided to get up, dry off, and go to bed. Martha had been sleeping in her bed for ages. There were some beds scattered around the house for her to rest, as she was a very calm dog. I put on one of Paul's shirts to feel like he was there with me... I had no idea what time he'd be back and he hadn't confirmed anything with me. I inhaled his scent embedded there and turned to the empty side of the bed.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, the tiredness, the longing... I just know I fell asleep. But it wasn't light sleep, as I woke up every half hour to turn over. Until I felt a chaste kiss on my lips but no weight on the other side of the bed like I wanted. Paul had arrived but hadn't lain down. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs followed by the jingling of Martha's paws. I was alone in that room and it left me feeling colder and longing for their company.

Wrapped in a blanket, I went downstairs feeling small and fragile. I didn't care that the king-size blanket I was wrapped in was dragging on the cold floor.

I heard the sound of piano notes in the living room, something between C Major and a murmuring voice. Paul rarely came home from work and continued working. It wasn't difficult, but Paul didn't like to bring work home. I thought he might be stressed enough not to lie down or not be sleepy.

I approached the piano, saw his figure with downcast eyes, long lashes brushing his cheeks. Paul hummed quietly, noticed my presence, and stopped playing, focusing his attention on me.

"Did I wake you, love?" he asked in an affectionate tone. His tired eyes opened wider.

"No," I replied sleepily, coming closer to him.

"Sit here." He tapped his left leg and made room for me to sit on his lap.

I sat, wrapped in that blanket. Paul adjusted his arms to give him mobility to play the piano keys in front of him, and I hugged him around the waist, snuggling against his larger body.

"S' Much better this way..." he said, his accent strong and drawling, his voice low and husky. I could feel the vibration of his voice and hear his heartbeats. I rested my chin on his shoulder, and he stole a kiss from me. His now-full beard tickled my cupid's bow.

This was what was missing. I felt so relaxed in his company. Paul continued to play the piano.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked, my eyes were almost closing again.

"No, love. I came home with a melody pounding in my head." He answered, still playing the piano. He smelled of tobacco and herbs. He had been smoking more than usual, and I knew he was stressed. "I'm sorry for bringing work home. I don't have the lyrics yet, but the melody got stuck in my head because I played it at Twickenham before coming here. I was the last to leave the studio today."

"I'd never be upset with you for that. Y’know." I rubbed my face against his beard. "Can you show me the melody?" I asked, sleepy. Martha was already snoring at our feet.

Paul kissed my forehead and continued playing the piano, murmuring some words. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Once there was a way..." he sang softly, playing the piano with his leg rocking me to sleep. He was making up these lyrics, or I didn't have such a sharp taste in lullabies like that. "To get back homeward." He repeated the sung sentence, my eyes closing slowly. I felt like a child again. Paul warming the chilly room, the blanket wrapping us like a cloak. "Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry... And I will sing a lullaby."

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep there in his lap, listening to him humming that song. I felt at home and knew I was home.

"Sleep well, princess," he whispered, and suddenly I couldn't hear the musical notes he had played earlier on that piano.

- X -

(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon 🌟 hope this is just what you needed ✨️)

[Ooh err, what's this?

And from the darkness, years later, she appeared with a new chapter. Told you I hadn't abandoned it!

It's been a long long time, and a lot has happened in my life since I last updated this story, but it's always been floating around as a little mental escape.

If you want to catch up, you can find the previous chapters here !

Enjoy this weird little chapter...]

Chapter 5

         I allowed myself the weekend to indulge, and get Beatle George out of my system. That fella they called “the Quiet one” might as well have been a fictional character, anyway, glossed up with the allure and mystery of early Beatlemania. But gosh, they were cute guys. Cheeky, charming, and so eager to try new things – I could easily disguise this giggly Beatle-fest of mine as simply seeking inspiration. Of course! The Beatles are perfect examples of fellow young professionals with drive, and skills, and humour!

And then there was George.

Ooooo! OOOOOOO! That's a good one! I even got to reread bits of Cynthia Lenon's memoirs about John Lennon to research this in addition to my own observations and my theory on what their Love Languages would be.

No warnings, just a lot of fluff!

Reader here is gender neutral!

Each Beatle trying to woo someone they're interested in would include...

John

John would play the guitar. He’d be that guy on a college campus who just plays songs to try and score. He would bring it around with him slung on his back and try to win you by his attempts to play whatever song you request.

When he looks at you, his face softens. It loses its cynical expression. He begins to relax and lets his guard down.

He’d give you “wicked commentary” to make you laugh anytime. He would think of some god quips and be more chatty on purpose.

But then he would give you compliments. There's be compliments complimenting how you looked or on your outfit or about some accomplishment or thing you did!

He’d also dance with you. If there was a party or something and music was on, he would dance with you but it would be a slower, more romantic song.

Then he’d plainly ask you out. You would be overjoyed and say yes and have the best time! :)

Paul

Paul likes to (attempt to and sometimes genuinely) COOK. So he would definitely whip up something and then bring it over in a pan or a bag for you as a treat.

But let's get one thing clear: He is a HUGE ASS FLIRT. He'd be on your side like a puppy and lay it on thick. There is no subtlety with this man.

But also He buys you little gifts. If there was a record or tickets to a movie (cause then you would *gasp* have to go with him!) or anything with your interests, he would find it out and give it to you.

He’d be bowled over and amazed by you and just frickin’ stare at you like the eighth wonder of the world.

Paul I think would then think of some creative way to ask you out like attaching it to a flower or some new gloves or something. You would just grin and accept it, kissing him on the cheek to make him blush.

George

He is very shy though and would muster up the courage to even talk to you. The boys would encourage and hype him up as he walks over to ask you about the weather as they stand in the back with popcorn.

He’d be the type already daydreaming about your wedding and more 😉. He really hopes no one notices him spacing out but he knows that if he keeps asking you about the weather or what's on TV then it's a step closer to his fantasies coming true!

He would joke around and tease you like John, but he is careful never to cross any lines because he respects you so much!

he’d get defensive and try to protect you physically. If someone was getting mad at you, he'd step in between and put an arm over you to keep you safe or place a hand on your shoulder.

He's a more physical gesture kind of guy. His heart explodes on the inside when you consent for him to hug you.

But he has a lot of strength and determination to get you to date him. He would finally ask you out and go on that date at last! Once you are steady, he is more laid back!

Ringo

He’d want to protect and shelter you! Because he's small and had a vulnerable past, he would want to use that to protect you! He’d also cling onto your hand for security and even if you got a little cold.

Like George, he would get all defensive. But his are more verbal. He would talk things out with you or dress down anyone who crosses paths with you. He would then lead you away and comfort you about whatever happened.

He would want to DANCE with you and ask you to dance!! But unlike John, it would be faster and more fun as you both lose yourself and have fun! He would just beam at your smile.

He'd make excuses to spend more time with you. He'd walk you to places, stay longer at parties, etc.

He would take photos and videos of you to flirt with you because he finds you so gorgeous!! But of course, he'd try to be sneaky about it but if you agree to a picture with him, he'd just melt.

When you are hanging out, just getting some snacks and a soda at a diner, that's when he asks you out. Though you joke that this is a technical first date and you both laugh and smile, making promises to go to a nicer restaurant tomorrow as an official couple.

pairing: ringo starr x reader

summary: ringo comes home feeling defeated and you do your best to cheer him up

warnings: none

word count: 572 (short and sweet)

You're sat in your living room, listening to records, and drinking some tea when Ringo arrives home from the studio. He come in to greet you with a kiss hello, but you sense immediately that his spirits are low.

"Hello," he says.

"There's some food on the table love," you tell him gently.

He nods and hums quietly as he leaves the room. You soon hear him pulling out a plate and serving himself up some dinner. It's unlike him to be so quiet, usually he always has some story to share with you about the day he's had with the other three.

You hear one of the wooden dining chairs slide out and realise he is deciding to take his food alone in the dining room. You close your eyes and draw in a breath, hoping that he's not upset. You hate seeing your Richie sad, it's heartbreaking.

Slowly, you walk through the house toward the sound of his knife and fork moving against the plate. He looks up at you when you walk in and gives you a half-hearted smile. You move to stand behind where he is sitting down and wrap your arms around him, resting your chin into the crook of his neck and planting a soft kiss against his skin.

"What's wrong darling?" You ask quietly and he drops his cutlery down and brings the heel of his hands up towards his eyes, seemingly trying to rub away the thoughts in his head.

He sighs, "I'm just getting tired of it all."

You stand up now and pull out the seat beside him so you can sit down and give him your full attention.

"Of recording?" You ask.

"Of being treated like a joke," he begins, "I'm not Paul, John, or George with the songs and the looks, no. I'm Ringo, the drummer that just has to sit there and keep in time while the other lot put in the real work."

"Darling," you sigh and place a reassuring hand on his thigh.

"I just feel like such an idiot, I try to have some input and it just gets dismissed or laughed at as if I wasn't being serious," he says.

"Richie, you do realise those three wouldn't survive without you," you say, "Without you there to mediate and keep the peace, and a steady rhythm, it would be a disaster."

"Mm," he hums, listening but not responding.

You decide to continue, feeling like you have to make him know how special he is.

"You're so talented and even if they may not treat you like it, everything you do for the band is appreciated. You don't have to be told what to do, you just do it. A natural gift like that is no joke."

He laughs slightly, "Wouldn't call it a gift-"

"Shh," you quiet him with a smile before he can be too modest.

"And for what it's worth, you definitely have the looks. Why do you think I'm with you? Because you're funny?" You joke.

"Ha ha," he says sardonically, but he smiles and that's all that you're after.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you're so much more than you give yourself credit for," you say.

"Thank you love. You always make me feel better," he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you close to plant a kiss on your forehead.

jk no one asked but i delivered

key:

fluff - ✨ smut - 💦 angst - ☁️ hurt/comfort - 🌿 crack - 💥

updated: 4/14/20

one-shots

blind love - 💦✨

Your boyfriend needs a confidence boost and you know just the way to do it.

embraceable you - 💦✨

Ringo kisses you, soft and sweet, taking his time exploring your mouth. Your hand comes up to rake through his fluffy hair and it’s innocent, really, until you drag your nails slightly over the nape of his neck and he shudders—and before you can react, Ringo’s got you underneath him.

twist and shout - 💦

Ringo tries to make you come before the others get back from their lunch break.

headcanons

teddy boy ringo makes it kinda hard for you to focus on stage

lingerie shopping with ringo ;)

one-shots

love in bloom - ✨

“I’m probably not making a lot of sense at all, am I— but do you get it?” “Yeah.” George does. He knows exactly what you mean. He also knows, suddenly, that he has loved you since the day you met.  

fools on a hill - ✨

From childhood friends to fellow Beatles, George and you seem to have lived your whole lives under this tree. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

it’s all right - ✨🌿

It’s been a long, cold, lonely… day. George is here to help, even though his hands are too damn cold.

headcanons/blurbs

george and male reader, time travel au ☁️✨

female reader time travel au (drive my car au lol) 

george coming home to you in lingerie 💦

dad! george being a softie with your baby ✨

trying to pluck george’s eyebrows hehe ✨

one-shots

hold me tight - 💦✨

John’s other hand is sliding, sliding down to cup your warmth—and then he’s stroking your folds and you arch against his chest. “Now, tell me.” John nuzzles at the column of your throat. “Is it the bath, or are you wet for me?”

petrichor - 

You can feel his hesitation. Usually, John pushes into the apartment, announcing his arrival with a fling of his coat. Today, the door never hits the wall. His footsteps halt the moment he steps across the threshold. Probably because he can hear your ugly sobs all the way down the hallway. 

headcanons

teddy boy john and square reader in high school 

being john’s flower child gf ✨

getting into an argument with touch-starved john 🌿

you get into a bad car accident and john tears himself up over it ☁️☁️

comforting john after his mom passes ☁️🌿

you get a teddy makeover and surprise john ;)

one-shots

warm - ✨

it’s the middle of the night and your favorite beatle has a weak but irresistable excuse for cuddling

hello, goodbye - ☁️

For a moment, he stands atop the stairs and just watches as you walk away, knowing that your sunny smiles will never be meant for him.

goodbye, hello - ✨

sequel to hello, goodbye; “He’s only got eyes for you.” John’s gaze softens as he leans in, voice sincere. “Look, ‘m not saying you have to like Paul or go out with him or anything. But you’ve got to tell him how you feel, all straight like, or else he’ll always be on your hook. That boy’s got a pretty face and a thick skull.”

the way you look - 💦

Your plan to seduce Paul goes awry when all four of the Beatles find you naked on the couch one night. The sight of you gets Paul awfully possessive, and he’s determined to show the others just who you belong to. (spinoff)

lonesome tonight - ✨

You’re drunk and oh so pretty wearing that little dress. Paul doesn’t know what to do with you. 

headcanons/blurbs

70s paul and younger reader

paul and virgin reader!! 💦

touch-starved paul ✨

being paul’s little sister (platonic)

paul making you cry :( ☁️🌿

eating a popsicle in... a certain way... to tease poor paulie 💦

being married to paul and being unable to keep your hands off of each other 💦

riding mcbeardy paul in the bathtub  💦✨

paul can’t help feeling protective over you in that mini skirt,,,

you drunkenly mistake paul for george ☁️

paul always writes his love songs about you ✨

series

the professor au

don’t be cruel - 💦 

You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands... only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.

two of us - 💦 💦 

Nothing could have prepared Paul for what he sees when he opens the door. There are papers all over the floor, as though someone had swept them all off in a hurry. But that’s not what catches his eye. It’s the sight of you, bent over the desk so prettily on your elbows while John fucks you from behind.

* ~ * ~ *

that’s the way the cookie crumbles - 💥 one | two 

beatle reader and john start a prank war. they have no idea what’s in store for them...

five’s a crowd ( a collab with @spaceyantique​ ! ) - 💥 one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | TBC!

You’re two seconds away from strangling John, three from a total breakdown over midterms. Paul won’t stop using up all the hot water in the mornings and George is determined to beat him there one way or another, godammit. Ringo doesn’t deserve this clusterfuck. And you all live together in a shitty, shitty apartment. 

one-shots

oh! darling - 

backstage on the England leg of your tour, you meet the four Liverpool boys of your dreams

drive my car - 💥

You’re a good driver, you swear. So it’s absolutely, definitely not your fault when four men appear out of nowhere in the road like that.

all our loving - 💦 

The boys find you naked on the couch, waiting for Paul to come home. Fortunately, Paul’s more than willing to share...

all things must pass - ☁️

Moving on is easy. The hardest part is finding a reason to stay.

please please me - 💦

You’ve never given a blowjob before. Luckily, the boys are more than willing to teach you.

headcanons/blurbs

april fools crack fest 💥💥 (basically a bunch of crack requests i did!)

the boys with chubby reader ✨

what lingerie they would like on you ;)

how each beatle would propose! ✨✨✨

getting drunk with the beebles and the shenanigans that follow ✨

they comfort you after a nightmare  🌿

you accidentally take an aphrodisiac... 💦 

the boys cheer you up when you’re feeling insecure about your body 🌿✨

accidentally flashing john and paul

and they were quARANTINED - 💥

paul asks a dumb question