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Paul McCartney

This is a picture I've done of Paul McCartney, who was one of The Beatles, my favourite band.

He started off with John Lennon and George Harrison in a skiffle band called The Quarrymen. The three of them then went on to form The Beatles. He played the bass guitar and piano, and was the lead singer and songwriter for the group, along with John Lennon. After The Beatles split up, he went on to form the band Wings, as well as having a solo career.

FEBRUARY 25TH 1943 - ∞

John x Reader

Caution: Language, probably

Enjoy, my cuties.

(Damn, it's been a long time)

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There was way too many people.

Your head was pounding, and your anxiety was out the roof.

Why you had agreed to this, you didn't know.

But, your friend insisted that you had to come.

"You've been living under a rock long enough." She claimed.

So, of course you were peer pressured into going.

Going to what exactly?

A Beatles concert of course.

When June found a park, you immediately regretted consenting to this. 

There was a line of 12 year old girls about a mile long, and they were screaming, crying or a combination of both. 

“I can’t do this June.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist. 

“Don’t be a pussy. Come ‘ed!”

I groaned, as she led me to the giant crowd of teenagers.

“We’re the only adults ‘ere.” you muttered under your breath.

“Tha’s good for us.” she smirked. 

You raised your eyebrow.

“How’s that good?”

She rolled her eyes again.

It was then you finally caught on to her meaning. That fact made you a bit nervous. 

You had no idea who the Beatles were, what they looked like, and what kind of music they played.

The truth was, you kinda did live under a rock.

When you were in your youth, you had lived in a very sheltered home, with incredibly religious parents.

Before you even knew what Rock n’ Roll was, you were packed and sent to a strict catholic school.

You can recall one time, a few girls listening to Elvis. They had managed to smuggle in a radio to hear him sing.

Unfortunately, the school found out. They lost their radio, and got into a heap of trouble.

“It’s the Devil’s music.” You recall your teacher saying.

Once you turned 18, you left to the great, big and unknown world.

You went to a public college and made a few friends.

That was when you started hearing the name Beatles everywhere.

“What are The Beatles?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Uhm, The Beatles? People keep talking about them. Is it a band or something?”

“I’m sorry, you don’t know who the Beatles are? How is that even possible?”

You shrugged. 

“I went to Catholic school and read my scriptures while the rest of you were sneaking cigarettes after class.”

They laughed.

“Say, I just ‘ad a brilliant idea.”

You looked at June, who had just spoken.

“What?”

“Why don’t I take you to a concert? It’ll be fun!”

“Uh, a concert? I dunno, I’m not too comfortable around lots of people...”

“C’mon, you’ll have the time of your life! You can’t not go to a BEATLES concert! They’re phenomenal!”

“Er, alright then...”

So here you were, hoping by some miracle, you could sneak off before she would notice you disappeared.  

But, no such luck.

June pulled you farther in the crowd, and you thought your heart would fly out your chest. 

You felt hundreds of bodies push against yours, and the temperature, once chilly, became a oven. You could barely breathe. 

When you finally got inside, you got a glimpse of the stage. There was four young men, bouncing around, singing with large smiles on their faces.

But, you couldn’t hear a thing.

The damn screaming.

“I can’t ‘ear a fuckin’ thing!” you shouted at June.

She obviously didn’t hear what you had since she was staring at the stage in awe, a love struck look on her face. 

“Ugh, Paul is such a dream!”

“Which ones that?”

She pointed to the man plucking the bass. 

He was rather cute, with his brown mop of hair, doe eyes, and long lashes. 

But, your eyes wandered to the man front and centre, strumming a guitar.

“Who’s that one?” You asked.

“The one playing guitar? Oh, tha’s John Lennon. He’s rather nice to look at too.” she grinned, sending you a suggestive wink.

You bit your lip.

Maybe, you hated the hundreds of screaming girls. But at least you had someone to look at.

And you looked at him for a good long time. 

The longer you looked, the more features you found attractive.

You decided he had an adorable smile.

And beautiful warm eyes. 

And lips...you kinda wanted to kiss.

You suddenly blushed, as you felt a knot in your stomach.

When the concert had ended, you slipped out quickly in order to avoid the coppers rather roughly push the girls out the venue. They all were crying for another song, and you had to admit, you wish it had lasted a bit longer.

“Sooo, wha’d ya think?”

You smiled.

“That was fun.”

All of the sudden, her eyes widened at something behind you. 

Then she nudged you to do the same.

You turned, and then you saw why.

John Lennon was leaning against the brick wall, lighting a cigarette. 

“Well, go on then!” she whispered, nudging me again. 

“Wha...you want me to talk to ‘im?!” you felt the knots tightening once again.

She shoved you forward, which made a large shuffling noise, and his head snapped in your direction.

Biting your lip, you looked back to see that June had left you on your own devices. 

Dammit, June.

“’ello love.” he smirked.

“Hey.”

You had no idea what to say to an ultra famous rock star. Especially a very handsome one.

“What are ya doin’ out ‘ere? It’s bloody baltic.”

You shrugged.

“Not too cold. ‘ts alright.”

He gave you a quick once over. He then seemed to nod in approval before taking another drag.

“Did ya go ta the concert?”

You smiled lightly.

“Per’aps.”

His grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“‘owd you like it?”

“It was good.” you replied honestly.

“Get’s kinda crazy sometimes.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, it was wild! I wasn’t quite sure what to expect since I didn’t really know who you were.”

He almost dropped his ciggie.

“m’sorry, wha?”

You shrugged again.

“I’ve never really listened to Rock n’ Roll before.”

His eyes boggled at the very idea. 

“Where ‘ave you been? Rock n’ Roll is the best!”

“Living under a rock, I suppose,” you laughed. 

“I could never listen to that sorta thing when I was younger. Mum called it ‘Devil’s Music’.”

“Tha’s just fuckin’ sad.” he shook his head. “I wouldda left.”

“Yeah, I guess I just never knew what I was missin’.”

There was a long pause, after that. The fact that he seemed so calm and collected, made you more nervous. The butterflies were once again returning with vengeance.

When his cigarette became a stump, he dropped it, and stomped out any further ashes burning.

He turned back to you.

“It’s nice to see someone who’s older than twelve.” he smirked.

You blushed slightly at the comment, trying to figure out what normal people would say in this sort of situation.

“Lucky for me, I guess.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“Ya didn’ ‘ear about us till today, and we already ‘ave an effect on ya?”

Your cheeks darkened from pink to scarlet.

“It would seem so.”

His smirk widened. 

“I like ya. Come ‘ed.”

And with that, John grabbed your hand and took you into the lads dressing room.

You were then faced by three other boys, who stared at you with curiously. 

“Who’s the lovely bird, Lennon?”

He turned to you.

“Well love?”

“Er, (y/n).”

They all smiled and greeted you.

You were sure that a million other girls would be over the world to be in this situation. And you wondered why on earth you were picked. Especially since you didn’t even know what they looked like until today. 

But, you were thrilled by the idea of it all.

The chance to change your life into a new beginning.

To become who you truly were, no longer tied to the rules you were pressured with your whole life.

That’s why when he pulled you into a closet and drew you in for a kiss, you didn’t resist it.