#ringo starr y/n

[thebeatles-world]

Omg I just found your account ahdsj and I love it!! Especially your ringo stuff eee, could I rq a blurb where the reader is a assistant for the beatles and ringo starts to notice you've been getting stressed and haven't been sleeping enough/eating well and is determined to help? Sorry if your fanfic rqs aren't open rn I was just wonderin!!:>

Thank you! I love writing imagines for Ringo 🥺😍🥰 & honestly pls request more imagines of Ringo because I love him sooo much. Also my inbox is always open for imagines of The Beatles! Don’t be afraid to request one!

I hope you like this imagine!

Help!

You were working as a assistant for The Beatles for a while now.

It did get chaotic sometimes working for the boys. They would run all over you and you honestly felt like a teacher calming down a classroom full of children when they got rowdy, loud and chased each other.

Your job wasn’t as easy as they thought it was. You had to mange them, schedule dinner meets, conferences, meet and greets, handle their paperwork, made sure the boys got up on time, and communicate back and forth to Brian every day about what’s going on.

You felt like you were running around with your head cut off and the boys weren’t making it easy…

“Boys! Can you stop that please?” You asked nicely as you saw John, Paul and George playing with their food and started to throw it at each other while laughing.

You noticed that Ringo was just silently staring at them, slowly taking bites of his mashed potatoes.

Of course as usual they didn’t listen to you and continued to do what they were doing.

“Please don’t do that, you are going to-“ You begin as you saw Paul grab a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and threw it right at John’s suit.

“Ruin his suit.” You mumbled to yourself. It was too late. John’s suit was ruined and it was only 30 minutes until they needed to leave for showtime.

John and Paul just started laughing at the mashed potato stain that John now had on his suit.

“It feels like I’m working for a bunch of children!!” You groaned out loud, covering your face as you left the room.

Ringo felt bad for you. He knew that his bandmates didn’t care and they weren’t taking it easy on you. He was the only one that didn’t participate in the foolish acts that they did.

He also noticed that you weren’t eating and sleeping well. He knew that you were up late at night planning for the next day and working hard while the boys were sleeping.

Ringo wanted to give you a hand and help you out. He felt like it was the right thing to do and he wanted for you to have a break for once without having a stressful day.

At least he thought that your job wasn’t easy…

After the concert, you stayed up late as always and worked on plans for the next days ahead. You made sure paperwork was done and you wrote a few reminders down to make sure you wouldn’t forget.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door.

You raised an eyebrow, putting down your pencil.

“Who could this be? Probably one of the boys wanting something.” You mumbled to yourself as you put on a robe.

“Yes come in.” You said, sitting down on your chair.

“Hey… It’s me Ringo.” Ringo gave you a smile as he opened your bedroom door.

“Hey Ringo, Can I help you?” You said in confusion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You added as he came to your room.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” Ringo said, sitting down on you bed.

“Yes of course. About what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I noticed you work very hard and I know you don’t get appreciate of how hard you work. You deserve to have a stress-free life. You done so much for us. You are the most selfless person i know. You are a very lovely lady and I hate to see how my band mates treat you. I was wondering if… I could help?” Ringo asked.

You were shocked but in awe of his words.

Ringo noticed how hard you been working? And noticed how you felt?

That was so sweet of him.

“Ringo, you are such a sweet guy… I appreciate your offer but-“ you begin before he cut you off.

“I’ll do it for free. I’ll do it to make sure you don’t have enough on your plate. I want to make sure that at the end of the day you are eating, sleeping well and being stress free. That’s all it matters to me.” Ringo took your hand and held it.

“I promise.” He said softly.

“Okay. Of course. That will do.” You said softly with a smile.

“Thank you.” You added, leaning in to give Ringo a hug.

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Ringo hugged you back.

Over the next few weeks, there was definitely a huge improvement.

With Ringo’s help, you got to relax, eat and sleep well. He even calmed John, Paul and George down when they were acting really rowdy and he made them realize that your job position wasn’t easy.

He even helped you out scheduling meetings, dinner, hotels, meet and greets with public, flights and people as well.

Having Ringo by your side made it so easy. You weren’t stressed out as you were back then. He had your back and having his help made it more easier on you. Every night he would offer to give you a massage which of course you accepted because Ringo was really good at massaging you and his massage’s relaxed you and your body a lot.

“Ringo I just know you are going to be husband material one day!” You told him as he started to massage your feet.

Ringo started blushing after you told him that.

“You deserve it my dear Y/N. For being a good assistant.” Ringo said.

“Hey guys have you seen my -“ John said as he came to the living room where Ringo was giving you a massage at.

“Aww Ringo, I didn’t know you had the hots for Y/N.” John smirked at Ringo.

“What are you talking about? I’m just giving her a massage.” Ringo said, raising his eyebrow at him. You raised your eyebrow at John as well while you took a sip of your lemonade drink.

“Mhm sure. Just make sure to use protection if you guys ever decide to do it.” John smirked and left.

John’s comment almost made you spit out your drink.

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[hsboo03]

Sneaking in the dark. 🪼🍓🪴

Only you can make this world seem right,

Only you can make the darkness bright.

Only you and you alone 🌸🪻🥀

Additional note: Ringo Starr is my favourite Beatle. 🍓🍏

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[iheartjohnlennon]

George Harrison overstimulation 🎀 I need that boy CRYING, WINING, GAGGED, TIED. Like, I need him on the brink of consciousness, barely able to form full groans anymore. Pretty pretty please.

'Behind that locked door'

Your home in London, '74-'75

Word count: 3K+

Tags: Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Light Dom/sub, Teasing

George was sat on the edge of your bed. He was fidgeting with his feet. Behind him, you lounged against the pillows, half-naked and smiling at him unnoticed. You had been relaxed like this for the past half an hour since you had both showered together.

He was slightly out of your foots reach. All you were staring at was his clothed back. You saw George was quite thin, but he still had tone where it counted. His soft, brown waves flowed down way past his ears. You liked the way he got his hair cut now - it made him look majestic, matured....and it was very, very nice to stroke. But it wasn't just his physical appearance that drew you in; it was his demeanour. There was a depth to him, a spirituality.

What a beauty he was, even when you couldn't see his face at all.

 

The silence between you was comfortable, it allowed you to appreciate him and what not, but eventually, the need for interaction; the need for him; the need for his cock, became too strong to simply ignore. So, you poked his back with your foot a few times.

"George..." You spoke.

Your voice had strained slightly, sounding needy for him.

His expression was calm when he turned to you, but it wasn't without his toothy grin. You could see his cute anticipation. He always sounded so excited on the phone when you invited him over.

"Y/N..." He mimicked back, his voice smooth. 

Taking a breath, you sat up fully and smiled at him. "Come here." 

Without any hesitation, George complied, crawling onto the bed fully, taking away all the space that was between you both before.

He laid on his back and looked to the ceiling. When he settled beside you, you stayed sitting up so you could look down him - lovingly, of course. The sight of him, relaxed and vulnerable beneath you, sent an erotic thrill coursing through you.

You reached out to lightly trace the exposed skin peeking through the undone buttons of his shirt. Your fingers traced there slowly, drawing lazy circles that made him feel nice. 

His head tiredly tilted to the side, trying to decipher what you wanted him to do tonight.

But any thoughts that lingered in his mind were quickly forgotten when he felt your hand grasping his chin.

He looked into your eyes; your usual loving gaze was now clouded with a blunt lust. 

George felt himself falling into relaxation with your touch, brows relaxing as his eyes fell to a half-lidded stare.

Your smile never left your face and George was sure you could tell him to bark and he’d ask, like which dog? 

"Is there anythin' I can do for you?" He asked teasingly, breaking the second silence. 

"Well, it depends." You answered vaguely, holding back a giggle. 

Taking your laughter as an invitation for foreplay, George's hand trailed up your thigh. Before he could even try undressing you, your hand sharply slapped his away. 

"Ow." He felt like a scolded child, he frowned at you. "What? 'm not allowed to touch you now or somethin'?"

You didn't answer him and bit your lip, feeling a bit bad for teasing him, but not bad enough to not proceed with your little plan. 

George was looking to you, waiting for you to either give him permission to feel you, or to tell him what game you were playing today. 

The hand that had slapped him away now drew him in closer by his jaw. You cooed to soothe his frustration - George always fell victim to your words.

"Since someone doesn't know how to keep their hands to themselves, I don't think they should be allowed to use them at all!"

Your voice dripped with sultriness, and your smile was still just as sweet as before - you hoped your dominance was working.

George stared at you, dumbfounded by this new attitude. He didn't dislike it though, and not one to question you, he simply nodded. 

"Yeah, 'course...'m sorry, I'll keep them to meself."

He assured you, wanting to play along with what he thought was just an insignificant role play. 

But then you shook your head, hair bouncing with every direction you turned. "No, no, that won't do. How can I perfectly make sure you won't touch me?"

"I..uh, I dunno, really." He replied.

George’s teeth bit at the inside of his cheek. Shit. You were being serious; you weren't just being silly. 

He tried to think of any reason he could. He wanted to blabber to you that he was a good boy, that he could behave and listen to you - but with the look you gave him, he knew it was better to just...obey?

Then your sharp nail landed under his chin, forcing him to look at you again. And he did, he looked at you from his lashes, strands of his hair covered his face.

He looked weak now, small even. Usually, it was the other way around. You delicately brushed his hair away from his face and gave his nose a small peck.

"I have a really good idea on how. Do you want to know my idea, George?"

George nodded, a bit too eagerly you noticed.

"Go on, use your words. Can't quite hear you if you’re nodding." You snapped. 

His mouth opened and closed thrice, he was desperate to blurt out a yes, but all the emotions he was feeling blocked it.

George blinked and helplessly stared at you, hoping that was enough of an answer. But he knew it wasn’t when you gave him a harsh glare.

"Yes, please. I do want to know, love." He replied eventually, sounding subtly nervous.

 

You veered off the bed and took a short walk to your dresser. George’s eyes followed your every movement lustfully. 

He heard a compartment opening suddenly, then the shifting through it started.

There was something you were looking for, something that George couldn’t figure out yet.

What could you be up to? You had both played with...props before, but your sly demeanour tonight added a weird feeling twist. 

 

When you came back, dangling upon your hand, in a mocking manner, were two ties George had left in your bedroom. Both different colours, different patterns. He watched the fabrics sway, they almost hypnotising him with their swinging. 

His cheeks started to grow red, embarrassment settled in the pit of his stomach.

It had finally registered in his mind what you were going to do to him.

You wanted to tie him up? Tie him up with his own ties? That was sexy, he thought. He could work with this, yeah, he could - and would. 

It’s not like he’d ever tell you no, even though he'd never been tied up before.

 

He adjusted himself, edging closer to where you were standing as he seemingly surrendered himself to you.

"Please, do whatever it is you want with me." His voice was low, a tantalising plea. 

You couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. Maybe he still felt you were just doing a silly roleplay. Either way it didn't matter, you were going to show him.

"I planned on this by the way, you didn’t have to agree, George."

And though these words sounded cruel, George knew you’d never hurt him. At least, not in a way he wouldn’t like, that is.

 

You slowly dropped the ties on the bed, inching closer to him before you completely mounted him in the perfect cowgirl position.

His body settled snug against the mattress, you adjusted the pillows for him so he could feel comfortable.

Your hands rested on his shoulders until you decided it would be best to unbutton his shirt now. 

George’s back arched ever so slightly to encourage you to further your exploration. You slipped his shirt off of him, now he was half naked. He groaned quietly, wanting you to move against him so bad.

You rested your hand on his thighs. He could feel your nails through the thin material of his trousers. His jaw clenched, trying to obey.

"Touch me." He groaned, feeling his cock warm against your thigh. 

Your head tilted, a look of mock sympathy filled his view. Did he say the wrong words again? Yeah, he probably did.

"I didn’t mean t' boss you around, 'm sorry, love."

Instead of a nasty glare, you gave him a smile and light pat against his thigh. "Good, boy."

Good boy, you had said.

Those two words quickly settled into George's mind. 

He was your good boy? 

With your pleased attitude, George smiled. He did something right and that did make him feel good, rewarded. 

You stopped sitting on him so you could fully undress him. You saw the imprint of his cock stiff against his trousers when you got off of him. 

You settled on your knees. Both of your hands found the waistband of his trousers and his boxers. He took a shallow breath in because your wrist stroked against it, it was growing against his own thigh, pulsing, eager to be left free. 

You tugged down at a pace that was killing him. It was barely going past his pubic hair. He groaned in frustration, luckily you didn't take it as that. But he was growing uncomfortable, moving his head as he let out low noises. He wouldn’t whine, that was his only rule to himself. 

"Tut tut, Someone's impatient." You chided, stopping the undressing altogether.

He was caught off guard by your sudden halt. 

"Sorry...please continue, love..." He urged earnestly, wanting nothing more than to please you. 

George wasn't even tied up yet but it bloody felt like he was - he was tied up by your words, your actions. 

You smiled at his submissiveness. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice soft and tender as you resumed your task, still slowly tugging his bottom half down. 

You resumed your task, your fingers pulling m down with just the right amount of resistance.

George's waistband finally slipped past his hips. His cock was fully erect and aching, it slapped against his stomach. You both let out a small sigh of relief, the moment of impatient finally gave way. 

He wanted you to do something about his erection, but he knew it wasn't going to come easy. 

You smell his fear, sense his impatience and feel his need for release. You take your time and relish in the power you hold over him. You put your hands on his thighs and leaned your mouth close to his cock. Your breath ghosted over the tip and your tongue almost licked it. George's heart raced. He wanted to hold the back of your head, like he normally did when you suck him off. But he knows that he has to wait for you to make a move.

George felt a surge of pleasure shoot through him as you leaned in closer, your tongue darted out to tease him with playful licks, only on his tip. Each flick of your tongue sent sparks of electricity coursing through his veins, his breath caught in his throat as he struggled to contain the overwhelming wave of desire that threatened to consume him. He felt himself leaking precum, you take him into your mouth, sucking gently on the tip.

As George felt the exquisite torture of your touch come to an abrupt halt, he found himself painfully hard, his desire reached a fever pitch as he longed to be inside of you. 

 

You moved to restrain him, surprising him with your swift and decisive action. You straddled his stomach, your eyes locked on his, he couldn't help but smile up at you, his excitement now palpable. 

 

With deft fingers, you bind his wrists to the bed frame, securing him in place. And as you looked down at him, a playful glint in your eye, he knew what he was in for.

"Are you ready?" you whispered. 

George nodded eagerly. 

 

As you moved down from straddling his stomach, George watched with bated breath, as you position yourself above his hard cock. 

And yet, despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment, you still wore your underwear, the fabric adding an extra layer of friction that pushed George to the edge of sanity. He felt his wrists straining against the confines of his ties. 

You unclasped your bra, revealing your bare chest to him. Finally, he thought, when he took in the sight before him. Though a pang of disappointment washed over him when he realised he couldn't squeeze them as he normally would. You could sense his frustration, and it made you laugh inside. 

 

You slipped your panties to the side, allowing him access. He watched you with hungry eyes when you did so, revealing the glistening warmth between your thighs.

Before you put him inside, you grabbed his stiffness, stroking him quickly and gripping him firmly. 

With one hand rested lightly on his chest to steady yourself, you reached down with the other, your fingers wrapped around his hardness as you guided him to your cunt. George's breath caught in his throat as his tip first felt the slick heat of you enveloping him. 

George felt just the tip of himself entering you, he was overcome with a rush of sensation unlike anything he's ever experienced before. It's a slow, torturous tease as you guide him inside, inch by agonising inch. 

With each slow descent, George could feel the exquisite tightness of you enveloping him, drawing him in deeper with each tantalising stroke. It's a sweet torture, the sensation of being half-buried inside you driving him to the brink of madness as he longed for more, for deeper penetration.

But you continue to move with a slowness, your pace unhurried as you take him in halfway, then back out again. George felt himself losing control, his breath came in short, ragged gasps as he strained against his restraints, desperate for release.

And yet, despite the frustration and longing that coursed through him, George knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

 

As George laid there taking it, he could barely find the words to express what he needed. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembled as he watched you move above him, your movements slow and deliberate, driving him to the brink of madness.

"Please," he managed to gasp out, his voice barely a whisper as he struggles to form the words.

He can feel the desperation clawing at him, the need for more, for deeper penetration, threatening to consume him whole.

But you continued your slow, teasing movements, your pace unhurried as you drew out the anticipation, revelling in the power you hele over him. With each downward stroke, you felt yourself growing wetter around him. 

 

"What do you want?" you said, holding back a moan. "Get it out, George."

"Deeper," he gasped, as he arched his hips, seeking more. 

"What do you say, George?" 

You wanted a please. You needed a please. 

"What?" He questioned, too consumed by near climax to understand what you wanted from him just then.

You tutted and shook your head subtly, still continuing your pace. "Say, please, George."

"Please, Y/N." George felt your wetness coating him, he revelled in the sensation of being used by you, unable to control anything without his hands.

 

You placed both of your hands on George's chest, to steady yourself riding. With your newfound control, you began to take him in deeper, your movements deliberate and precise as you took him in from his tip to his balls.

George's senses became overwhelmed by the feel of being fully engulfed by your hole, the tightness of your warmth surrounded him in a cocoon of pleasure. It's a heady rush- the feeling of completely filling you after being teased, paired with the fact that his hands are tied to the bed. 

 

You noticed a change in his usual reactions. Instead of the groans and moans you're accustomed to, he's whimpering, the sound so unlike him that it catches you off guard. It's a raw, primal sound, one that sends a shiver down your spine as you realise just how deeply he's being affected. 

Determined to push him even further, you started moving up and down rougher, more aggressive, your pace quickening as you take him in with force. The room filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the rhythmic clapping noises echoed off the walls. 

With each rough movement, George's whimpering grew louder, his cries of pleasure mingled with your own. You both surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensation. 

 

As you both approach your climaxes, George felt the tension building within him. He knew that his wrists would be marked red after, but in the heat of the moment, he wasn't bothered. All he could think about was cumming.

He found himself calling out your name, his voice a hoarse whisper as he lost himself in the pleasure of the moment. He was in a trance, barely able to keep his eyes open. 

 

"Are you close?" You breathed out.

George could only nod hastily, his breath came in short, as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release.

And before he knew it, he spilled himself inside of you, his body trembled with the force of his climax.

He felt you tightening around him, your own climax washed over you.

In that moment, as you both reached the peak of pleasure together, you're lost in a dizzying whirlwind. 

 

You slowed down and eventually stopped riding him. You collapsed beside him in a heap of spent pleasure.

George couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. Normally, he would reach out to wrap his arms around you, to pull you close and revel in the afterglow of your sex. But with his hands tied, he was unable to do so, and the realisation brought a wry smile to his lips.

 

With a chuckle, George turned his head to look at you. "Are you going to untie me so we can hug?" he asked. 

You met his gaze with a smirk, shaking your head in mock seriousness. "No, you're stuck like this forever."

70's George is the best George.

#george harrison x y/n #the beatles #60s rock #george harrison #the beatles imagine #the beatles smuts #the beatles x reader #vintage #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison x reader #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles fanart #smut

[sameasieverwas]

POV: Reading a Beatles fanfic in 2014

Y/N: "Where am I? What year is it?"

John Lennon: "Oi! Are you off yer rocker luv? What's yer problem?"

Paul McCartney: "Sorry about him, I'm Paul. That's John. The year is 1964, and we're in Liverpool. What's yer name?"

Y/N: "I'm Y/N. That's odd, when I went to bed it was in America in 2014. Now I'm in Liverpool in 1964??"

George Harrison: "...." (He's the shy one so he doesn't speak)

(Ringo isn't featured in this scene because he's off playing the drums or something)

#the beatles #pov: me trying to find any decent beatles fics in the y/n days #john was always rude for no reasob #paul was always the love interest #george: 👁👄👁 #ringo isnt in this episode #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr

[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xiv. this feels like the calm before the storm.

— the one where the world is caving in.

warnings: cheesy pop culture references, aidan and victoria are back, more articles than usual. mentions of panic attacks, anxiety tics, spelling mistakes in the tweets that i am too lazy to correct, forgive me. 2.3k words (+articles!)

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'Did Timothée Chalamet get y/n y/ln a role in 'Little Women'?'

By Bridget Thomas

As previously reported by various outlets, actress y/n y/ln has been cast as the youngest March sister for yet another remake of "Little Women", expected to be premiered by the end of next year. However, we can't help but wonder, how did y/n manage to get a role alongside actors of such high caliber, such as Meryl Streep and Best Actress Nominee Saoirse Ronan?

Despite the success of movies such as Supercut and The Hating Game, y/n's acting skills cannot even begin to compare to those of her co-stars, she's a romcom actress, and she's supposed to stay that way. But as Ringo Starr once sung: "I get by with a little help from my friends" and y/n is no exception.

Timothée Chalamet, Greta Gerwig's other main muse, has Hollywood eating out of the palm of his hand, and his influence goes a long way. So much so, that he was able to secure Amy's role for new friend (possibly new something else) y/n y/ln.

Right after they were seen mingling at a party in Paris with y/n's boyfriend (probably soon to be ex) Charles Leclerc, y/n got the call that they decided to give her the role.

Don't we all want a boyfriend who uses nepotism to our benefit?

Seriously, though, how does y/n manage to get this heartthrobs to spare a glance her way and do this stuff in her name? Somebody call the Winchester Brothers, we might have a witchcraft case right in front of our eyes.

Click here to go to the next article.

'Victoria Presley: I still miss my best friend, but all she did was use me.'

By Daniel Gomez

After staying away from social media and her job for a month and a half, beauty influencer Victoria Presley is back and she's not afraid of anything. Not even legal repercussions.

Back in July, Victoria received a 'Cease and Desist' letter from none other than former best friend y/n y/ln, demanding she stopped talking about her in public and to news outlets. This sparked the rumors that Presley had been selling her secrets to tabloids and was the one to reveal the engagement secret alongside actress Mia Kim, Aidan Kim's sister.

Victoria immediately removed herself from the narrative, deeply hurt by her ex-bestie's actions. Now, after gathering her thoughts and recovering from being stabbed in the back, she's giving us this exclusive interview.

"I can't help but miss y/n, she was my best friend for so long. But all she did was use me." Victoria is still in disbelief of y/n's actions, after giving her all her love and support. "I let her live in my house for months, and one day she leaves without any explanation. All to meet that Formula One guy."

Victoria has expressed her discontent with y/n's relationship with Charles Leclerc several times, arguing he is one of the main reasons y/n cut all ties with her and not the rumors that she revealed y/n's secrets to tabloids.

"He changed her for worse. Their relationship is so toxic, they breakup and get back together again and again, and they're just looking for ways to use the other's reputation for their benefit."

However, Victoria is certain the relationship won't last much longer, since y/n has her sight set on co-star Timothée Chalamet. "y/n has liked him for a while. When the rumors of his relationship with Kylie Jenner came out, she assured me she could steal him away with a flick of her hand."

Meanwhile, Victoria is focusing on her beauty line and its evergrowing sales. "I'm competing directly with Rare Beauty and Fenty. I'm in the big leagues, the way I deserve to be."

Click here to go to the next article.

'Aidan Kim reveals tracklist for "MIRRORS" and moves the release forward.'

By Paul Dean

Aidan Kim fans won't have to wait until October 5th anymore since their idol has decided to move the release date for his debut album forward by one month.

While we believe this decision was influenced by the news of ex-girlfriend y/n y/ln making her acting comeback in a high category movie, his fans also begged him to 'remind everyone of how awful y/n is' and judging by the titles of his upcoming tracks, we're sure he's leaving no crumbs.

Check out "MIRRORS" tracklist here:

In Your Pocket

All The Things I Hate About You

Him

Cry Me A River

Stabber

Stupid Love Letter

MIRRORS

Round and Round (Star-5 Reprise)

Yours and Mine (Star-5 Reprise)

Blinding Lights (The Weeknd Cover)

No Lie (With Mia Kim)

We can't wait for Aidan's insight on his relationship and breakup to y/n, we're certain the details are juicy! Don't forget to presave "MIRRORS" on Spotify and Apple Music!

Monza, Italy, September 3rd.

1...2...3... deep breath in, 4...5...6, breathe out.

You repeat the process five times until your heart has set in your chest and isn't trying to break free anymore. Until you've stopped squeezing your thighs with your palms and you can keep your eyes open without feeling like the red decoration is stabbing your eyeballs.

It's good that you can manage your anxiety before it turns into panic. You're still embarrassed about The Spain Incident, although neither Charles nor Carlos fault you for it at all. Still, every now and then, their panicked faces flashback in your mind and you feel sorry for them all over again.

You don't want this weekend to turn into The Monza Incident. Not when Charles' contract renewal was announced a few hours ago and he's on Pole Position, this weekend has to be perfect. Or as perfect as possible, for your boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

The weight of the word has multiplied by a thousand in your mind. Silly, when you really think about it. But palpable in a way that has butterflies flying around your stomach every time you think about the word and Charles' smiling face appears in your mind.

He's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend, and this was a mutual agreement you reached with panic still holding you by the throat, only soothed by Charles' soft lips against your temple and his warm hands rubbing your skin.

You agreed to come to this Grand Prix because it will be the last one for you for a while. Filming for Little Women starts soon, and though they have a couple of races in the States, your schedule can be a little unpredictable. Also, you're hoping to score more roles soon.

You breathe again, deep enough that your lungs ache and lightheadedness threatens to rise through your body. You're overwhelming yourself, again.

According to the world, you’re not skilled enough to be in a movie with Saoirse and Timothée and should give up the role to someone who actually deserves it. Which you won’t do, of course. That someone who deserves it is yourself. It has taken a lot of pep talks in the bathroom mirror to brainwash yourself into believing it, but you’re getting there.

Plus, there are more things to worry about with Victoria back on her bullshit and Aidan's album coming out in two days. There are so many things to fix again, just when you thought you were getting there. Of course the two people that hate you most in the world have to mess with you again.

"Already here?" Carlos asks the second he crosses the door to the Suite. "It's way early."

"Good morning to you too," you let the air out of your already burning lungs and smile at Carlos. "I have nowhere else to be."

You could be at the Paddock Club, mingling with whatever celebrity or rich local is there. Or even visiting McLaren, since Lando offered to 'show you the garage', something Charles didn't like, of course. The secret of your newly earned girlfriend-boyfriend titles is one you try to keep close to your heart.

As if that has worked before.

A wave of anxiety runs down the back of your neck when you remember the tweet you saw this morning about a Deuxmoi tip on Charles and you. What could the exact price be, to reveal your relationship to the world?

"Have you had breakfast? Looks like you're going to throw up," Carlos says, sitting in the sofa opposite yours.

It's at least the fifth time he's told you that during the weekend. You know he does it out of a place of concern, but it still rubs you the wrong way. You also need to look perfect, not like you're going to throw up.

"I had breakfast back at the hotel, it's just the lighting."

"Sure?"

"I'm fine, Carlos. How are you?"

Carlos shrugs, he's not being the center of attention this weekend despite this being another home race for the team. "Good."

"Didn't you have to be at the meeting today?" you question, although it's obvious that by his getting there just now, he didn't.

"Had my PR reminders yesterday. Charles is different."

Of course. He has to know what he's allowed to say about his renewal and what he should not speak on at all.

Your own team advised you not to let yourself be seen at Monza. Mildred would have pulled you out of the plane if it had been up to her, and Walter would have helped her hold you hostage until the weekend was over.

They're both trying to find out about the Deuxmoi pictures too, although you doubt they can reach an agreement of any kind with whoever holds them to stop them from calling People Magazine up.

This whole avoiding being seen thing makes you feel wrong. As if you were doing something bad with Charles instead of just finally letting the love you've felt for him for months show. You hate it.

You're wrong to compare your current situation with your past ones. Aidan was your first really public romantic relationship, but before that, you didn't hide your partners either. Of course you weren't that famous, but even then, you didn't entertain the thought of scurrying around like criminals.

"He'll be fine, y/n," Carlos adds, looking at the way your foot keeps stomping the floor, like you're some kind of hyperactive bunny. "He's on Pole. You can pray for Max's downfall, though, maybe that'll help."

"I don't pray for people's downfall," you click your tongue, crossing your legs to stop the tic.

Karma and all that.

"Maybe you should." Carlos winks at you, and your conversation is finished as Charles leaves his meeting.

You can tell something's off just from the way his shoulders tense, but he smiles at you the moment your eyes meet.

"Everything okay?" you ask before he leans down to reach your height as you sit and pecks your lips.

"Yes, everything's good."

He's lying.

─────────

What was the point of coming to Monza if you're only watching the race through the screens?

You don't think the sun has touched your face at all since you got to the circuit, and you really want to be out there. But you stay put in your seat as the formation lap occurs right outside of the Suite.

It will make no difference, though, Charles is focused on the race, as he should be, rather than whether you're watching him through the TV.

Soon enough you know what will make a difference.

It's some kind of miracle that Charles has managed to regain the P1 position after the disastrous pit stop Ferrari put him through, and maybe Carlos was actually praying for Red Bull's downfall since Max has his very first DNF of the season and Checo can't get past George in P3.

Charles is going to win Monza again.

The decision making tree branches in front of you in a matter of seconds, people at the Suite are already talking excitedly and someone asks if you want to go down, there are four laps left.

You get up from your seat, aware that if life was anything like that videogame you played a couple times on the set of Parisian Valentine with your co-star, the "This action will have consequences" legend would appear on the screen right now.

You follow the Ferrari worker out, but even between the excitement and celebrations, you manage to hear what the PR Manager really thinks of your presence in the Paddock.

"She’s such a PR nightmare,"

She switches to Italian when your eyes fly to her face. And you can only wonder what cruel yet entirely accurate thing she said.

It's worse than a nightmare. It feels like the apocalypse all over again. And the weight of the world is back on your shoulders, feeling like you're messing up what was a weekend out of a dream for Charles.

You flashback to Monaco and the way Mati pulled you out of your head and locked your phone in her purse. You wish she was here more with each passing second. You cannot tear your eyes away from every single tweet speculating about your presence, about your relationship, about your intentions. It's overwhelming.

But Charles' happiness is what matters. He's absolutely ecstatic, even after the mishaps during the interviews where his PR training had to kick in and lead reporters back to Formula 1 related questions.

The thought that maybe you should have tried to make friends with more people occurs to you when you arrive at the celebration in the private club and Charles is dragged away from you. He tries his best to hold on to your hand, but the truth is people want to be with him and not you, so you let him take the spotlight he deserves and enjoy it.

"So, are you and Charles dating, then? Didn't you use to be engaged?"

You half-smile at the girl who just asked you the question, so boldly it takes you aback. But you guess her eyes are so bright from how much alcohol there is in her system, she's bound to be direct with liquid courage running through her veins. She's pretty in that dark hair, dark eyes way that has you momentarily doubting your own looks.

The extra heartbeat that takes you to reply, has her eyes shifting around the room before settling on Charles, who is finally walking back to your side.

Your boyfriend hands you a drink and smiles at the dark-haired girl and her friend, politely. "Are you having a good time?" the question is mostly directed towards you, but both girls jump at the chance of saying they're having the time of their lives and congratulating Charles for such an epic win. But they prompt you to join the conversation a few seconds later, so you're grateful for it either way.

There's a song in Spanish playing on the speakers and Charles is doing his best to sing the words while encouraging you to move to the beat with him. With his arms around you, things feel a little lighter, the whole in your chest that anxiety carved out is slowly filling with the love you feel for him, and the happiness of the day outshines the darkness of the thoughts in the back of your mind.

That is, at least, until the first notes of 'In Your Pocket' replace the previous song, after the DJ announces it's a special request. It's a remix, obviously, so people can dance to it, but a few of them have stopped moving altogether just to be a little less discreet about eyeing you.

"C'est pas amusant," you hear Charles say to one of his friends, who is hiding his mouth behind a tall glass of alcohol, his eyes still betray his enjoyement.

"It's fine," you squeeze Charles' arm, trying your best to smile although you're being put in the spotlight and there's nearly nothing worse than being the butt of a cruel joke. "It's just a song."

You wondered many times what those surrounding Charles thought of you. They didn't know you, after all. His brothers were nice to you when you saw them around the Paddock, and it wasn't like you'd hung around the rest of his friends. Did they mock him when tabloids called him a homewrecker? Or did they believe he'd just embarked on what seemed to be a dead-end relationship?

"I'm sorry, soleil, they're just— they're idiots," Charles adds, his hand reaching for yours. He looks genuinely upset and you can't help but hate whoever requested the song a little more for spoiling Charles' mood rather than for making fun of you.

"Charlie, it's okay, I've been through worse," your reassurance doesn't soothe him, so you squeeze his hand and he presses his lips to your temple. "I'd rather listen to Bad Bunny or something, though."

Charles laughs and pulls you out of the dancefloor, to a more private part of the club where you both can catch your breath and share a few kisses, unafraid of people staring at you.

New York, United States, September 7th.

You know you're in trouble when Mildred calls tells you that you need to be at her office ASAP. She also used that condescending 'I'm the adult' tone that send you back to when you were fifteen and got in trouble with your mother, so it's another indication that she's angry at you.

Of course you know why, the words 'PR nightmare' haven't left your brain in days. And the moment you set foot in New York, Mildred was all over you about every single thing that was being said about the Monza Incident—aka seeing your boyfriend like any normal person would.

"This isn't ideal," Mildred says after a while, she has been explaining the public's perception of you for the past half hour. "It's like you—"

"Like I fucked up?" you cut her off, squeezing your knees to stop from biting your nails.

"We were rebuilding your brand, y/n. People think you waited for things to die a little so you could go public with Charles. Aidan's new album is not helping your case."

If you thought 'In Your Pocket' was bad, nothing compared to the rest of the songs. Some in which he called you a list of things including a homie-hopper, drama starter and said you settled for a 'bum' when you could have had a 'rockstar'.

"How is that my fault?" you don't intend to sound so whiny, but you can't help it. Why are Aidan's actions always your fault somehow?

"People are talking more about how you are dating a Ferrari Driver after spending months saying you weren't, rather than the fact that you landed an incredibly important role."

"We haven't told anyone we're dating,"

Mildred rolls her eyes despite her best efforts to remain professional. "Do you really think that's necessary?"

"What do you suggest we do?" you ask, knowing you won't like the answer.

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As You Wish Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary| Neil, still thinking about the other day, invites y/n to Gumshoe Video's movie night. The theme (besides vampires) is the 1960s and so she dresses for the part. And like any good vampire thriller- only the good stuff happens after dark...

Warnings| age gap- reader (19) Neil Lewis (27), cursing, kissing, groping, teasing, unprotected sex, penetration, no fore-play.

word count: 4261K

Midnight City- M83 🎶

Our Swords- Band of Horses 🎵

Shout out to the lovely reader who requested a part 2! This is for you!

Please read warnings and continue at your own discretion, thanks!

She can hear the chatter from outside as rain plasters the wide display windows. She stops outside Gumshoe Video and peeks her head inside, sparing her hairdo from the storm outside. Her hair was pinned into a half-beehive and curled up around her shoulders like a young Pattie Boyd. The guests inside turn when the bells above the door announce her presence. They cheer and raise their red plastic cups in greeting and she laughs back, her smile dragging widely across her face. And there he is: Neil Lewis. He’s standing beside the box tv set with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand. He’s wearing a powder blue dress shirt from the seventies and a dark blue suit. His longish hair is swept out of his face and he smiles at something someone has said. When he looks over, he sees her, and his mouth falls open. 

“Oh my God! Where did you get this?” A woman swoops in from the side and admires her dress. 

“It’s a replica mod dress from the 60s. I made it,” she answered with a polite smile and allowed the woman to inspect the stitching. As she raised her eyes, they met Neil’s. His eyes widened slightly as he dropped them down to her thighs before traveling back up to her face. Her dress was boxy, like that of a mod dancer, and so short that it was barely fingertip length (to use school-girl terminology). She was dressed up as a gogo dancer, red vinyl boots and all, for the showing of Gumshoe Video’s The Kiss of the Vampire. Neil bit his tongue as his eyes crawled down her body. Her dark red dress had a high modest neckline but was sleeveless and short. The fabric was a tautly starched linen that didn’t move much as she walked. It hugged her waist with a thick belt but fared out around her thighs in a fixed shape. Her makeup was a copy of one of Twiggy’s famous looks with the exaggerated eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Her eyelids were a bright blue that clashed with her red clothing, a mixing of primary colors. When the woman stepped away, she advanced shyly, resisting the urge to bite her lip and ruin her lipstick. Neil cleared his throat and nodded quickly at Lucien whom he was talking to when she had come in. His eyes darted back and forth, between her and Lucien’s prop pipe. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stole glances at her between pretending to listen to Lucien. 

“Hey! Nice of you to join, I’m Jonathan.” Jonathan appeared beside her and offered his hand not holding a beer. She shook it and smiled. 

“Y/N, I tried to dress for the theme.” She looked down at her costume and he nodded emphatically. 

“I did too. I was going for Ringo Starr.” Jonathan twirled, showing off his bright pink military costume like the one Ringo wore for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. She nodded and smiled. 

“I see the resemblance. Who is Neil supposed to be?” She jerked her head at Neil and Jonathan sighed. 

“He said that he was going as one of the Monkees but personally, I don’t see it.” 

“He must have run out of costumes,” she laughed and Jonathan shrugged dramatically. As she finished that sentence, Neil broke away from Lucien, slightly breathless and placed a hand on her back in greeting. She looked up at him, curling her toes inside her shoes. 

“You’re one of the Monkees?” She teased him lightly and Neil chuckled and shook his head. 

“I did have a hat on, it made more sense when I was wearing the hat.”

“So you were Micheal?” She asked and he gestured wildly at her for Jonathan, “See I told you someone would get it.” 

“That’s only because you both have weird niche knowledge,” Jonathan wrinkled his nose. “Uh oh, Lucien is talking to two strange women. I’m going to swoop in before he says something weird,” he hurried over to Lucien and patted him playfully on the head. Neil immediately looked down at her, his cool resolve slipping slightly. He was flustered. 

“Wow,” he gestured with both hands at her costume and she blushed self-consciously. He stuttered as he tried to say something coherent. “I’m uh, just uh… wow.” He scratched the back of his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around quickly before leaning in close to her ear. “Jesus Christ you smell good too.” He shook his head, forgetting what he was originally going to say. She smiled giddily. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“Do you want to see my office?” Neil cleared his throat as he looked around, trying to look natural to everyone else in the store. His slumped posture and darting eyes would betray him if anyone cared to look at him long enough. He replaced his hand on the small of her back and swirled a finger across the fabric. She played with the hem of his blazer, blushing hard. 

“Hey, Neil!” A couple stopped in front of them and Neil jumped back to attention, his arm flying back behind his head and off of her body. He coughed briefly and cleared his throat. 

“Hey- hey! How’s it going?” He smiled distractedly and greeted his friends. They waited expectantly to be introduced to the girl and Neil gasped slightly, remembering. “Oh sorry, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Buddy and Marcia.” He waved between them and they all nodded at each other politely, exchanging handshakes and smiles. “Enjoy the movie!” Neil said a little over enthusiastically and Buddy furrowed his brow, slightly concerned as they walked away. Jonathan found them at the makeshift bar and chuckled. 

“That’s the new girl,” he gestured with his cup and Marsha pursed her lip approvingly. 

On the other side of the room, Neil turned back to her and licked his lips. “So… my office?” He raised his eyebrows and jerked his thumbs at the separate office space in the back of the store. She giggled as she dug her toe into the ground and swayed slightly against him. Neil’s smile grew as he led her from the main store area and back into the office. When she passed through the door after him, Neil closed it and lowered himself slightly, his arms going out wide as he looked her up and down again mouthing, “oh my god.”

“So you like it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress and shifted the weight on her feet proudly. 

“I mean, just look at you!” He ran his hand over his mouth and stepped in closer. The desk knocked softly into her tailbone as she retreated. “I love it,” he emphasized and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread and her weight evenly distributed. Neil stepped closer, his body firmly between her legs. She worked up the courage to touch him, sliding her palms around his waist beneath his blazer. 

“Your fucking thighs,” Neil whispered breathlessly as his index fingers traced around the small hairs on her upper thighs. “God…” he gasped softly, already feeling himself get hot under the collar. She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. 

“Is that all I get?” He whispered with a furrowed brow. He ran his knuckles down her neck and tried not to gasp when he found her breasts. She kissed him again, pulling herself up higher by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of his jacket’s shoulder pads. He responded immediately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Neil pawed desperately at her, his hands grabbing at her thighs, her breasts, and her head. He pushed her up onto the desk and she whined in protest as he now towered above her. He chuckled breathlessly and dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh,” he smiled when she glowered, wanting to cling to him as she kissed him. When she stopped wiggling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She held onto his hips by hooking her fingers in his belt loops. His hands prodded further, stroking the elastic band of her underwear around her pelvis. She was wearing cotton underwear and Neil could feel the wetness pooling at her opening through the fabric. He started to fall apart as he stroked her clothed cunt with his long fingers. She squirmed on the desk in front of her and the heels of her gogo boots knocked against the desk, her back arched into him. She moved his hands beneath her skirt, looking up at him with wide suggestive eyes. 

“Here? Now?” Neil whispered, slightly shocked at the girl’s suggestion. “Are you insane?” He whispered beside her ear, his voice laced with perverted desire though he tried to shake it from his voice, still wanting to be the voice of reason. 

“Neil…” she muttered at him and petted his crotch with slow, heavy moves. 

“What?” He whispered, an edge in his voice. His forehead was still creased and he tried to even out his breath as his cock pushed against every touch of her hand. 

“You’re supposed to say, As. You. Wish.” She squeezed her thighs around his legs, just below his hips and wrapped her hands around his hips. Neil raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. He watched her as she bore into his eyes, thick with desire. He looked her up and down and reached both hands beneath her skirt again, pulling her underwear down over her butt. She had to lean back slightly as he dragged the cotton wad down over her gogo boots. He looked down at the underwear in his palm and trilled his lips lowly. 

“This is a bit more involved than I was expecting but I’m all for it,” he shrugged with a loose smirk and put the underwear on the desk beside them. She smiled and pulled on his dress shirt, prompting him to give her a satisfying kiss. 

“You were the one who suggested that I see your office,” she giggled quietly. 

“I needed a sense of adventure.” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. 

“Neil… Adventure?” She smiled lazily and stroked his jaw, her short nails running dully down his neck. 

“I like the sound of that,” he continued to kiss her, his nose crushing against her cheek. A knock at the door made them both jump and Neil turned around quickly, shielding her from the view of whomever was at the door. 

“Neil! We’re starting the movie now and Jonathan doesn’t know how to work the player. You gotta fix it.” Lucien yelled through the door. His silhouette showed through the frosted glass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned quietly and rubbed his face. His erection fell slightly at the interruption and he sighed. “Ok, Lucien. I’m coming!” He smiled falsely as he yelled back his response.   

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Lucien mumbled beneath his breath and hurried back into the store area. 

“I’ll see you out there,” Neil cringed and fixed his suit as much as he could. 

“Break a leg,” she smiled and hopped off of the desk, her underwear still sitting on the desk. She pulled them back on over her gogo boots and followed him out. Neil walked around to the back of the tv and checked the cables. She watched from the back of the room, a deep blush spreading across her face as she noticed the places where her red lipstick had left smudges around his mouth. She smiled down at her boots and bit her lip, trying to compose herself. Neil stepped back in front of the tv with Jonathan and announced the movie, lipstick still smudged around his wide lips. 

“And now, Gumshoe Video presents the 1963 The Kiss of the Vampire,” he extended his hands to the small square tv and waggled his fingers. The audience laughed and hooted. Some glanced over at her and smiled, she blushed deeper. 

“Nice touch,” one guy called from the couches and Neil stared at him blankly, his eyes then slowly drifting to her. She pointed at her mouth and rested her chin on her fist. Neil laughed it off and winked as he stepped aside and the movie started. She sat down on the couch in the back and scooted to the side as Neil joined her, collapsing with an anxious exhale. 

“Kissed by a vampire,” he shook his head, “why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a perfect costume.” He spoke with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders. She hid her face in her hands to hide her smile. “Was it really that noticeable?” He whispered and she nodded, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she giggled quietly and wiped the lipstick smudges from his face with her thumb. Jonathan moved around the spread of couches and perched on the edge of the couch beside them. 

“Nice touch, Neil. I think it makes the viewing experience more realistic.” Jonathan snarked and Neil rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Jonathan.” Neil sighed and massaged his face, pulling down on the skin. Jonathan winked at her and she smiled. Jonathan drifted off as the movie started and the title card appeared. As Neil relaxed into the couch, his hand found her thigh and rubbed his knuckles across her thigh. She leaned against him, her head resting against the wing of his shoulder as he moved his arm around her. 

…

“What’d you think of the movie?” Neil shoved his hands into his pockets as they locked up Gumshoe Video, the store now completely dark. 

“It’s a classic vampire movie,” she shrugged and smiled, “no notes,” she added. 

It had stopped raining but the sidewalks were littered with shallow puddles of dark water. Neil chuckled and placed one hand on the small of her back as they turned away from the store. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Neil smirked and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“You would 100% be the kind of girl to get abducted by an insanely attractive vampire and fall in love with him.” 

“Well would he suck my blood at the end and kill me?” She pretended to consider the universe that Neil was suggesting. 

“Oh of course,” Neil shrugged his shoulders up to his ears and furrowed his brows playfully. 

“I can’t see it,” she shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back as they walked. She looked down at her shoes and smiled. Neil fell silent for a moment, his eyes once again trailing her up and down. 

“Have I told you how amazing you look?” Neil cleared his throat. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she blushed and cocked her head to the side, looking into his eyes as they walked. Neil wet his lips and stopped, looking her up and down once again. 

“You look amazing.” He said seriously and she looked away, self-conscious. They were stopped in front of Neil’s house, a two-story craftsman in a dark green color that looked dark blue in the darkness. She looked from the house to Neil’s face, the front porch light reflecting in his bright blue eyes. Neil laughed awkwardly when he realized that they had stopped at his house. 

“Will you come inside?” He twisted his hips casually, jerking his head once at the front door. The girl exhaled shakily and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a nervous smile. 

Neil broke into a large smile, the lines of his cheekbones stretching down to the edge of his jaw beside his pink lips. They climbed the stairs to the house and Neil let her inside, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stepped into the house in front of him. Neil closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. She met his eyes when she turned back and smiled shyly when she noticed how he stared at her. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked him quietly. Neil nodded emphatically, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. 

“Then come here and kiss me,” she whispered and turned fully to face him. She felt her cunt grow hot and heat billowed down her thighs. Neil clenched his jaw and swallowed, his eyes now fixed on the girl’s mouth. He pushed himself off of the door and approached her, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. She kept her arms by her side as Neil wrapped gentle fingers around her upper arms, right above her elbows, and held his lips within inches of hers. She savored the way he smelled, like laundry detergent and mouthwash. He smelled like what she imagined domestic masculinity would smell like if it could be bottled. She sighed softly before he kissed her, his lips drawing hers between his. He held her in place, not aggressively, and kissed her, moving his head occasionally to taste her from different angles. 

When he broke away she took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back girlishly. Neil laughed like a schoolboy, shocked by the surge of desire and energy he felt just from the kiss. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” He leaned his arm against the wall and pointed to the staircase in front of them. She bit her lip, trying to stop from laughing hysterically from nerves. She took a step backwards and stepped onto the bottom step, facing Neil. 

“Ask me again,” she teased and bit her lip harder. Neil exhaled sharply as he felt his cock twitch aggressively in his pants. The dark room threw her body into shadow and the windows above the stairs illuminated her silhouette. He wet his lips and asked again. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” 

She could still make out his blue eyes in the dark as the windows provided enough light to catch their color. She took a few more steps up, still facing him. 

“As you wish,” she whispered. Neil laughed, thrilled by her little game. He hurried up the stairs but she kept a few steps between them at all times until she reached the top of the stairs. She backed up into the wall beside the window and allowed Neil to close in on her. Neil held her hips in his large hands and kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, testing the waters. They stumbled away from the stairs and rushed into a doorway, Neil catching himself on the doorframe with both arms so that he could turn her around. He twisted her around so that her back was to his bed. 

Neil’s room was exactly as one would expect. His walls were decorated with movie posters with the addition of a few select female movie stars that he had the hots for. He helped the girl back onto the bed and leaned over her on the bed. She weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and traced his jaw with her palms. He worked quickly to pull off her gogo boots and slipped off his suit jacket. She moved onto her knees on the edge of the mattress and slid each button out of its eyelet on his power blue shirt. Neil shrugged it off and pulled each sleeve over his wrists, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a few shaky kisses against his warm skin. Neil sighed pleasurably and swept her hair over her shoulders to lie flat down her back. Looking up at him, she moved her hand down to the zipper at his crotch. Neil’s eye widened as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand down into the front of his hands, beneath his underwear. She cupped his erection in her hand and rubbed her hand down the hot and trembling length. Neil sputtered as she stroked him, his hands returned to the bed on either side of her body. She leaned down so that she could kiss the side of his neck while she jerked him off. Precum coated his cock so her hand slid easily over him and she shivered when she heard Neil gasp softly beside her ear. 

“Fuck, you’re full of fucking suprises,” he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. She exhaled against his neck and left a fresh hickey before responding. 

“This isn’t a movie, Neil. You can’t predict the ending.” 

She pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed his briefly as she scooted farther into the bed. Neil watched her breathlessly, his face hot. He watched her as she unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare breasts confronted the cold air by hardening. Neil’s jaw nearly fell open when he saw her, exposed like that. All that remained on her body was the cotton underwear which he allowed his gaze to linger on, camouflage by her thighs. She laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach trembling with nerves and desire. Neil’s erection pushed noticeably against his boxers. With his eyes still trained on the girl, he pushed down his pants and crawled onto the bed, stopping over her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed the soft flesh there, savoring how warm she was against his mouth. She worked her underwear down and he could feel her hips shift on the mattress which thrilled him. He sat back to look at her, fully nude now. He raised her leg into the air and kissed down her calf, stopping at the underside of her knee. 

“I want to fuck you,” Neil saidbreathlessly as he moved his fingers down her thigh. She smiled darkly, her bow mouth drawn up into a smirk. His cock throbbed in his underwear and hovered above her navel.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Neil raised an eyebrow and exhaled anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

“Again.”

“I want,” he leaned down to her ear and shoved a finger inside her gently, “to fuck you.” She whimpered and bit her lip. 

“Again,” she struggled to say the words, her cheeks flushed. 

“No, honey. You’re supposed to say, as you wish.” Neil whispered against her skin, his finger curling inside her. He smiled when she squirmed and moaned. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck me,” she gasped before Neil crushed his mouth against hers. He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his erection and centered himself at her cunt which was throbbing as much as he was. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and removed his finger, swapping it out for his cock. He pushed in gently, working his tip inside her slowly as she squirmed needily beneath him. She was tight from nerves and inexperience and he whined despite himself as he went deeper. Her hands found his back and gripped into his flesh. He watched as his cock struggled to fit all the way inside her and moaned loudly when he saw her mouth held open in pleasurable shock. 

“Is it ok?” He groaned and stroked her flushed cheek. Her red lipstick was smudged again on her chin and he swiped his thumb across it. 

“Mmhm, yes.” She nodded and bit her lip as he thrusted in farther. Once her body got used to his length, he was able to pull out and thrust back in. It took only seconds but the sensations felt as though they were happening over hours. He fucked her gently but fast, his hips rocking against hers and shaking the mattress. She pushed her heels into the mattress and arched her hips up into his pelvis. Neil found it delightfully needy and thrusted deeper, eliciting a loud gasp from the girl.  

“Do you like that?” Neil smiled and cupped her chin with his hand. 

“Uh huh, yeah.” She panted as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Neil praised her and cussed beneath his breath as he felt her walls tighten around him. His hips bucked aggressively into her over and over again and she yelled and gasped in pleasure. He looked down at his cock, slick with her precum, sliding in and out of her. He held her thighs and coaxed her deeper onto his cock, she gasped and bit her lip, her breasts bouncing against her chest. Neil groaned at the sight and fucked her messily, lossing control as he felt how wet she and tight she was getting as she neared her orgasm. 

“Good girl! I’m so close.” He panted quietly and she wrapped her fingers loosely around the nape of his neck. 

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded. 

“What?”

“Cum inside me,” she repeated, more delirious with pleasure.

“Say it again,” he smirked, playing her at her own game.

“Cum. in. me.” Her words tumbled out in a jumbled mess as she started to climax. Her thighs were tightening and her muscles flexed. He groaned helplessly as she came around him.

“As you wish,” he managed to answer as he buckled his hips against her and prompted himself to finish inside, spilling cum into her. He thrusted as he finished and exhaled when he finally pulled out. She worked to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her on the bed. 

“Fuck.” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly and cupped her cunt, still riding out the lasting waves of climax. 

#cillian murphy #fanfiction #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader #neil lewis x fem!reader #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #watching the detectives #young cillian murphy #fem!reader #y/n

[drooperz]

Night out

I love this picture so much ><

Summary: After your friends abandon plans Ringo spots you and wants to spend the evening with you!

Ringo Starr x reader :P hurt/comfort but overall fluff

You often came down to the pub whenever your friends offered to meet up, it was a good place to chat and relax about things over a drink. Many memories of laughing and gossiping and getting a little too drunk some nights rushed to mind when you opened the front door. The place was a bit more busy than it usually was and you felt a little anxious when you didn't spot your friends on any table.

Hopefully they turn up soon.

You found an empty table and brushed the crumbs off the seat before settling.

The radio gently drifted over all the chatter of the room and the noise seemed to put you at ease, tender tunes soothing your worries.

As you sat waiting at a table you stared off into the distance, your mind went blank as you started to count the minutes...

5 minutes turned to 10 minutes and then 10 to 20...

As you waited, you noticed people coming and going out of the pub and the evening got darker.

You were sure your friends had forgotten about this meetup. No, surely not... Right?

You rested your head in your hands and sighed, thinking if you should just go home and wallow in the fact that you could have been forgotten or stay a little longer.

But, you decided to stay for a few more minutes, hoping they'll pop through the door and get to talking. Explaining how they'd been held back in traffic or some other explanation as to why they're so late.

Your mind went blank, again. A thick haze of thoughts and reasonings your friends could be late, retreating more and more inwards as you dwelled on them more.

"You alright luv?" A voice called.

You looked up at the figure in front of you, watching his slightly concerned face.

"Oh- uhh, yeah I'm fine." You gave a little smile to reasure the stranger. You rubbed your eye, feeling tired and let down.

"You sure? I've seen you waiting here for about a half hour..." he retorted, sounding sorry as his expression softened.

Your eyes felt heavy and sore, you sighed, "I uhh, I just thought I was gonna meet up with friends but..." you looked up at him and raised your hands up on either side before resting them on your lap, "I dont know where they are. Or I'm in the wrong pub!" I tried to chuckle, make light of it. I wasn't going to hold it against them but I still felt dejected.

He pulled out a hard wood chair next to me and sat down, "Could I spend the evening with you then luv? " I could see the features on his face better now, I didn't notice how blue his eyes were until he sat face to face with me, "A birdy like you should have a nice evening." He smiled and chucked slightly as he spoke, it made you feel warm.

Your face flushed, "You sure?" You asked, "I dont want to intrude on anything-"

"Believe me, it's fine." The stranger spoke gently, "I came looking for a good chat!" He was lively and his energy consoled you.

"Oh, I'm Richard by the way," he held out one of his hands and you noticed the rings on his last two fingers, "but all me mates call me Ringo." He chucked at himself again and you shook his hand, "y/n," you replied and smiled at him, "do you come to this pub often then?"

"Mostly on weekends but other than that every other day! When do you usually come here?" He leaned forward towards you and his wilting sky blue eyes waited for an answer. Before answering, you admired him, only for a split second; the curve of his lips, his long lashes and soft features made him look so charming.

In a flash you felt yourself get flustered at his handsome-ness. Dont be weird! You thought, you've got to think of an answer!

"Erm, well... I dont usually come on my own. But, I usually come down on weekends too, when me and my friends are off." You fiddled with your fingers, feeling your palms get sweaty. Be brave, be brave! "Even though my friends didn't show, I'm glad I'm talking with someone."

"Don't worry yourself doll," Richard stated, "I've had this happen and the best thing to do is not dwell on it!" He smiled again and it reassured you that what he said was true. This moment was surely just a blip in the grand scheme of many nights out you thought.

As the evening went on you both went back and fourth about questions and interests. You had learned that he plays the drums in a band that often played in another pub not far from this one.

You both shared a common interest in music and asked about if he had done any songs himself, to which he replied, 'I dont have anything solid, yet.' Sometimes he would ramble a little, then apologise but you didn't mind. You found him endearing and you liked hearing him talk and the more he talked the more you found yourself liking his company.

At one point he held your hand whilst he was talking about something and your mind completely zoned out, only focusing on his thumb gently running over the ridges of your fingers. He teased you when he saw how red your face was, according to him you were 'a kin to a tomato'. You felt so embarrassed that after Richard let go of your hand you rubbed and cupped your face hoping the blush would go away but he laughed again and called you cute, you hated how he already had this effect on you.

You cursed yourself for how easily he was swooning you with his sweet face and funny attitude and perfect eyes and cute nose and... and... ohhh no... you were in deep... he was already all you could think about this evening!

"Oh my goodness what is the time?" Richard exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts about him. He looked past you and presumably out of a window.

The evening turned to night and the outside world was dark, streetlamps illuminated the road with a warm hue. There were only a handful of people within the pub at that moment, it was very quiet. The radio being turned off didn't help with the stiffness of the atmosphere surrounding the pub but you two were happy with whatever you had going on.

"Can I walk you home?" He asked, already getting up out of his chair looking down at you for an answer.

"Would that be okay?" You answered, you couldn't really walk out in the pitch blackness on your own and at this point you just wanted to spend time with Richard.

"Of course love!" He extended a hand and you took it, happily going with a man you just met that night.

He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you both practically skipped out of the pub.

"My house isn't far from here, so I hopefully wont tire your legs." You giggled, smiling his way.

"Dont worry about me legs love," he huffed, "I wanna make sure I see you home safe."

"Thank you Richard." You really appreciated his kindness and couldn't be more thankful for meeting him.

The walk home was slightly misty and quiet, distant dog barks could be heard from time to time and the street laps hummed slightly as you both walked under them.

"I was just wondering," Richard stated, "I'm playing at a pub next week and would you like to see me and me mates play?" He asked before adding to the statement again, "Not in like, an egotistical way but like-" he cut himself off and laughed at his explanation.

"No I'd love to hear you play!" You exclaimed, you hoped he noticed how enthusiastic you were about wanting to hear him in his element.

"I'll save you front row seats!" He rubbed his hands together excitedly and you chuckled at him.

You recognised your neighbours houses, "Not far now," and soon enough, through the puddles and lamp light you were infront of your house. Tired but happy to be so near a bed as soon as I unlock the door...

You smiled again, "thank you again Richard."

"Its the least I coul do." He looked at you kindly and sweetly.

You looked down, a little nervous about how you should go about saying goodbye.

Caught up in the moment, you leaned in and cautiously you placed a delicate kiss on his cheeck.

Backing away, you already missed the feeling of Richard's warmth.

His hand gently moved to graze the area you kissed and after his shocked expression faded he smiled lightly to himself.

"Consider that a promise that I will, in fact, see you play next week!"

He looked at you, "you're a right charmer you know that?" You giggled at what he had to say.

It was late and even thought talking to Richard was the best thing to do, your bed was calling and you still wanted to make a good impression.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you play, I'll see you then-" you were about to unlock the door until he said something...

"Wait, theres something else I need to give you." He looked like he was thinking about something.

"Yeah, what is it. What's up?"

In a second he leaned forward and your mind raced, unsure of what he was doing, until one of his hands held your shoulder ever so tenderly and he kissed the corner of your lips.

The feeling was brief and chaste.

It still made you feel giddy with butterflies.

As Richard broke contact he placed both his of hands on either side of your cheecks, rubbing his thumbs on your reddening skin. You looked at him and he was beaming back at you.

"I, in fact, hope to see you there."

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Author's note: this is my first ff on tumblr! I hope you liked it :^)

#the beatles #ringo starr #richard starkey #ringo starr x reader #this lad is too darn cute #fluff #hurt/comfort #pookie #the beatles x reader

[johnlennonswifey]

Can I get a imagine of y/n and ringo secretly getting married behind yours and his parents back since they think that you two are “too young to get married.” but you & ringo are only 24?

Ofc! Thanks for the request. This one was challenging but I hope it’s good lol

‘My lovely secret’

Ringo Starr x Reader

Summary: You and Ringo get married. Key problem; your parents don’t know. Until the press find out of course.

Warnings: None I think

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You took a shaken breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were getting married, nonetheless without your parents knowing. They had always been strict about what age you were able to do stuff, but you were an adult. You could make your own decisions. You had decided it would be best to get married in private, considering you were marrying the newly famed Ringo Starr. You had both decided on someone to officiate the wedding and that the only witnesses were to be his bandmates and your best friend.

You scanned yourself one more time and decided you looked nice enough, before walking into the living area of your flat, where everyone awaited.

Ringo smiled brightly when he saw you, and you smiled back. He was dressed simply, but nice. You walked up to the group and stood across from Ringo. The wedding official nodded at you and your best friend gave you a thumbs up.

Your heart began to race as the official started talking. You were doing this. Getting married. Your voice wavered as you said your vows and your mind began to wander. What if the press found out? What if your parents found out? What if- “You may now kiss the bride.” your thoughts of worry were interrupted. Your heart swelled as you looked into the eyes of your very soon-to-be husband. You smiled softly and he did the same as he lead in gently, kissing you with nothing but love.

The boys let out a set of cheers and your best friend clapped. You two pulled away and smiled. You did it. You were married.

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Married life had been amazing so far. You got to wake up every morning and see your husband, Richard Starkey. You got to hold the hand that now held his wedding ring. It was everything you could ever ask for.

That was until the press started being observant.

You read the article slowly. The press had somehow noticed the ring on Richards's finger, out of his many. And they noticed you too, how practically you two were always together.

You looked up at noticed the band was taking a break from rehearsal. Ringo pressed a kiss to your forehead and you smiled briefly. “Richard.” You said slowly. He took a seat next to you, humming in response. “The papers are talking about us,” he looked at you, a confused expression on his face. “I think they’re catching on.” Ringo’s eyes widened. “How could they- how-“ he questioned. “They noticed our rings. And the fact that we’re always together..” you said. He turned to look at the floor. Not only have your parents not known, but his as well.

“My parents read this paper.” He said softly. “They most likely know by now.” your heart sank. Your parents read the papers as well. “Do you think we should tell them?” You softly questioned. Ringo nodded. “They’ll find out one way or another.”

You had finally arrived home with Richard after a long day at the studio, which means the moment you dreaded all day came. You stared at the phone on the small coffee table. Nerves had overtaken your body, but you knew it was the right thing to do. It was risky hiding it all in the first place.

You reluctantly grabbed the receiver and dialed your mum. The phone didn’t ring for long before she picked up.

“Hello?” She asked, already sounding mildly annoyed. “Hi, mom.” You said softly. You glanced down the hall to your bedroom where Ringo was, wondering how he was doing. “Y/N! I expected you to call. Mind explaining what the papers are saying?” Her voice rose. You took a deep breath.

“It’s true. I’m married.”

You were met with silence on the other end for what felt like the longest time. “Y/N you know very well you are too young to be getting married!” Your mother shouted finally. “Mom, I’m 24, I think I’m old enough to decide for myself..” you explained. You could hear her laugh on the other end. “Well no matter what I am your mother!! And I say that you are far too young to be getting married! To some famous drummer nonetheless. What if his band falls apart? What if he can’t support you? Did you think about that?” She hollered. The nerves subsided as the anger of your own grew.

“Mom, Richie is an amazing person. If his band falls through we will work through it together. Like a true married couple. I love him, Mom.”

Your mom grunted at the other end before the line cut. You sat there, unmoving.

Ringo came out of your shared bedroom. “Well.?” he hesitantly asked. “She just hung up on me.” You said quietly. Ringo pulled you close, hugging you tightly and pressing a soft kiss to your head. “It’ll be alright darling..” he said. “Hopefully they just need time to accept it..” you sniffed and glanced up at him. “What about your parents?” You questioned. Ringo frowned. “Well, my dad was the only one to answer.” He started. “He didn’t mind much, just used him and my mum as an example. You know how it goes..” he said. You kissed him gently.

You both sat there in each other's company before you spoke up. “Who cares what our parents think Rich,” you sat up, grabbing his hands and looking at his beautiful blue eyes. “We’re adults. We’re happy. It’s our life. Together. Not theirs.” Ringo smiled and pecked your lips. “You’re right. What would I do without you.”

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Hope this was good lol

#ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #the beatles #the beatles x reader #the beatles imagine #richard starkey

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 2

What happened? Everything felt hazy and fractured. She was laying on something soft, a bed perhaps. Sitting up, she looked around. Everything looked odd. It reminded her of what her grandparents had described their houses looked like. Colorful wallpaper, strange furniture, and odd clothing that was hanging in the open closet. She got up to look through the selection. Dresses of all different colors plagued the interior room. Red with white polka-dots, the palest pink, and a housewife's aprons littered the closet. It made her heart skip a beat. Where was she? Where was Paul? She remembered him saying that she could save the Beatles, but what did he mean? Looking down she noticed her outfit had changed to a light blue dress. How did that happen? Suddenly a knock came from downstairs. She rushed downstairs to answer it. Opening the door revealed a skinny, handsome man. His eyes were brown and he had a very particular angular face. His dark brown hair glistened in the light. She suddenly realized she was in an apartment of some sort.

"Hiya there I'm George!" He smiled, handing her a flyer. "My band and I are playing this weekend and we're trying to build some awareness." It was strange seeing George so young and alive. He had passed before she was even born.

"You're George Harrison, right?" She asked, reading the flyer. He nodded.

"In the flesh!" He remarked, in a jittery way. "You remembered my name from the last few gigs?" He looked at the ground shyly.

"Of course! You're the lead guitarist! You know, in the Beatles--" wait what year was it? Were they still the Quarrymen? Honestly, she didn't know a lot about the Beatles. Obviously, this was during a time when they weren't crazy famous.

"You seem like a true fan!" He laughed with a slight blush. "What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N." She twisted her hair shyly.

"That's a beautiful name." He remarked with a slight smile. Looking into his eyes, her heart fluttered.

"Will I see you later?" She asked, smiling at him.

"I have a feeling we will. I hope maybe the boys will like you..." He said, turning to leave.

"The boys?" She muttered, closing the door. Was she going to meet the Beatles? Is this what Paul wanted? He barely knew her and now she was back in the 1960s! Deciding to go to their show, she checked the time. The band started at 7 pm and it was currently 4 pm. She had some time and quickly got to work on her appearance. Anything she could find she applied. Makeup, hair products, and so on. She checked the time again. 6 pm time to go. Scavenging for a key, she locked her apartment door. Heading out, she checked the flyer for directions. She had no idea where anything was, so she asked around the best she could. Finally, she arrived at the restaurant they would be playing in. George was standing with three other men looking around. He quickly noticed her. He waved childishly. The others got on and waved at her.

"Hiya, Y/N!" George yelled over the crowd. Smiling, she walked over.

"Hey, George." She softly said. The other boys were staring at her wide-eyed.

"Did you score a girlfriend, George?" The round-faced one laughed. He had dark eyes and hair. His eyes were the shape of almonds.

"Shut up, John!" George crossed his arms blushing. The others snickered. John smiled at Y/N as he looked her up and down.

"Haven't seen you around before," John smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"Guess I only caught your eye now." She joked, with a small laugh. John's face became stern before he burst out laughing.

"You got a good one, George!" He bellowed. George blushed harder.

"She's not my bird!" He chirped. The others laughed harder. Taking a glance at the other two boys, she saw a familiar face. A young Paul McCartney was smiling and laughing along with who she assumed was Ringo Starr. Ringo had the bluest eyes and rings on his fingers. Paul was bright and cheery with a certain glow to him.

"You must be John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and Ringo Starr." She smirked, looking at the other three. Their faces had a look of shock.

"She's a true fan!" Ringo cried. He jumped up with glee. Of course, she was a true fan...at least for knowing their names. Paul looked at Y/N suspiciously, though he hid it through a warm smile.

"We got to start soon." He said, turning to leave. The others nodded.

"See you after the show?" George asked, with a cute smile.

"Of course!" She said, going over to an open table. Paul waited for George to catch up to them. He glanced at her with curiosity. Did he somehow recognize her? Were the rules of time travel, young Paul and old Paul shared memories? It was confusing. Putting it off her mind, she waited for the band to begin playing. Girls lined up around the stage excitedly. A young woman around Y/N's age sat at her table.

"You a fan?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink. Y/N shrugged wondering what to say.

"I would like to believe so." She responded as the girls began to scream. Oh, no here they come. Ringo twirled his drumsticks in his hand, Paul warmed up his left-handed bass, John adjusted the microphone, and George played a quick rift on the guitar. John announced the song before he started singing.

"Oh darling, please believe me I'll never do you no harm Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm..."

The girls kept screaming.

"Which one do you like the best?" The woman asked, placing her head in her hand. Thinking for a moment, Y/N realized she couldn't make a good judgment yet.

"I'm not sure..." She trailed off. The woman laughed.

"Oh, come on! Which one is your favorite?" The woman pestered her. Pressing her lips together, she said the first name that came to mind.

"Paul." She said, plainly. The woman smiled.

"He is cute." The woman looked at Paul with dreamy eyes. Y/N looked at the band. Paul got her eye. He looked at her, still suspicious. Seeing the other girls screaming at him, he laughed a little to himself. He looked back at her and winked. The girls immediately turned to look at her. They all screamed with jealousy making Y/N jump back.

"He winked at you!" One of them screamed.

"How could he wink at her!? I'm far prettier!" Another said.

"Ladies please, I just wanted to wink at my lovely gal." He sneered. What was his deal? The girls stormed around her. They were yelling questions and the woman next to her stared shocked at her. George noticed the commotion and after their song, he got down to pull the ladies away from her. John and Ringo helped as well. George glared at Paul.

"What were you thinking!?" George spat at Paul. Flicking the saliva off his face, Paul crossed his arms in defense.

"You're broad was distracting me," Paul said his face tightening. John's fist clenched.

"You could have asked her to leave after we finished the song, or ignored her! If you want to be in this business you can't just make a fuss because one girl is distracting you!" John snapped at Paul. Ringo rolled his eyes, trying his best to stay out of it. The other three continued to yell at each other. Y/n stood there, waiting for a chance to speak.

"Alright," Ringo finally said. The others kept yelling. "I said, 'Alright!'" He pushed the group apart. They stopped to look at him. "We're not breaking up the band over one small fluke!"

"S-sorry." George hunched below the others.

"Sorry, Ringo," John said, looking toward his friend.

"Don't apologize to me," Ringo said, looking at Y/N.

"Yeah, sorry..." Paul muttered. They turned towards Y/N.

"We're kind of crazy, aren't we?" John laughed looking at his friends. George giggled his heart out while Ringo slapped him on the back. Paul stood distant from the group.

"I guess you are." Y/N laughed. The girls were still around them, staring.

"That's it for tonight everyone!" John yelled for all to hear. People started shuffling out of the room. The guys went to put their instruments away, except for Paul.

"I'm sorry if I distracted you," Y/N said, walking up to him. He glared but cooled down after a moment.

"It's not your fault, Luv. I just needed to blow off some steam I guess." He mumbled. She looked at him worried. Was she causing the Beatles to break up even sooner?

"Do you want to talk about it over dinner or something?" She asked. Oh, no why did she ask that? It sounded like a-

"Are you asking me on a date?" Paul asked, with a slight smile. They both blushed as red as roses.

"If that's what you want it to be." She smirked, winking at him. He paused with a smile.

"See you on Saturday at 1?" He asked, heading towards the band.

"It's a date." She laughed.

"A date." He smiled.

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

Could you do 25 with Ringo from the prompt list👉👈 I also wanted to say that I really love your works.

Hihi! So glad you like my work <3 this ended up being shorter than I wanted it to be BUT I like it a lot and hope you will too! Proofed in UK English (yk, the usual). Enjoy!

Darling, I Love Only You

(Source)

Ringo knew you’d been feeling down.

“Seasonal depression. Gotta love it,” you’d explained with a hint of sarcasm.

He’d only smiled an understanding smile then.

“Rich, where are we going?” you ask, watching the scenery pass by from the passenger side window.

“It’s a surprise,” he answers cheekily.

You pout a bit and go back to watching the trees.

Soon, you arrive at your destination: a beautiful field full of all manners of wildflowers.

“Oh, this place is beautiful!” you exclaim.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Rich says with a smile. “We’re havin’ a picnic, so I want you to pick the spot.”

As you’re eating a moment later, you hear him say, “Hey, Y/N.”

You look up to see he’s wearing a crown made of daisies and dandelions.

“Aren’t you pretty?” you say with a tiny laugh. “Can you show me how to make one?”

He scoots closer to you. “The trick is to pick the ones with longer stems. Go pick some for me?”

You stand from your spot and go off to pick a bouquet of wildflowers.

“These alright?” you ask when you return.

“Oh, just perfect,” he replies. “Come ‘ed.”

You sit next to him, cross legged, and watch him intently.

“Right, so what you do next is braid the stems, see? Just like braidin’ your hair,” he explains.

He takes your hands and guides them in the motions to braid.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Mhmm. Here is when you want to add the next flower.” He grabs a flower from your bunch and adds it into the chain.

“How do you know this?” You continue braiding and adding flowers as you speak.

“My mum taught me,” he answers.

Soon, you’ve finished your crown and placed it atop your head. “How does it look?” you ask, moving your head this way and that to show off your headwear from all angles.

“Just as pretty as you,” Rich replies.

You smile wide. “Oh, stop it, Ritchie!”

Now he smiles. “I knew I could get you to smile! I’m so happy you’re feelin' better, love.”

You smile again. “Well, spring has finally sprung, so I’ll hopefully be fine until it snows again. That and this outing has made me extremely happy.”

He wraps an arm around you. “You know I can’t stand to see you sad. I love you, darlin'.”

“I love you more, my little Starr.”

Before it’s said and done, you’ve both made about ten flower crowns each.

“Well, we can always give some to the lads,” you say with a laugh.

“And Julian can take some,” he adds. “But surely he doesn’t need sixteen crowns.”

You think for a moment before stacking three crowns and setting them atop the crown Ritchie’s already wearing.

He lets out that beautiful laugh of his before doing the same to you.

In a fit of giggles, the two of you end up falling backwards in the dirt together.

Ringo hoists himself above you and leans down into a kiss, which you accept with a smile.

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[thebeatles-world]

Picture Perfect

Summary: You are Elvis Presley’s ex girlfriend and you are dating one of the Beatle members who happens to be Ringo Starr.

You and Elvis were Hollywood’s IT couple. You guys have been dating on and off. You didn’t expect for people especially the fangirls to ship you and Elvis together while you guys dated.

Elvis was five years older than you. You dated him whenever you were 18. He was your first love. Your first kiss. Your first everything.

But sadly you guys broke up for good after five years of dating each other.

Elvis still had feelings for you but he knew that he couldn’t get you back. You had feelings for him but you knew that you couldn’t go back out with him. It was for the best that you guys broke up.

Two months later after you guys broke up, Elvis suddenly got married to a girl name Grace. Grace kept on sending you hate mail and her and her friends were bullying you in publicly just because you were Elvis’s ex girlfriend and his first love.

You didn’t really pay attention to the bullying that Grace and her friends were saying about you. You were just heartbroken that Elvis moved on too fast and married someone else after breaking up with you.

Fans were furious at Grace and her friends bullying you. They were also furious at Elvis for moving on too fast.

Grace and her friends even attacked you for the way how you dressed and the way you did your makeup.

Which again you didn’t mind but fans were attacking them with threats after they heard the ugly that Grace and her friends were saying about you.

One day Grace begged you through a letter and a voicemail to get the fans to stop “harassing.” her through mail and in public.

Which you told the fans to please stop harassing Grace because you believed in forgiveness and making peace with each other.

Even though she didn’t deserve it but you still wanted fans to stop harassing her because it seem like the right thing to do in your opinion.

One day you heard rumors that Ringo Starr, one of the band members from The Beatles wanted to ask you out on a date.

You knew Ringo for a while now whenever you dated Elvis. He seem like a cute charming guy to you when you and Elvis met him around the awards show when you and Elvis dated but you were mostly focused on Elvis than Ringo because Elvis was your boyfriend around that time.

You also heard rumors that Ringo had a huge crush on you.

Ringo always admired you and thought that you were an incredible person, inside and out.

You remember Elvis accused you of cheating with Ringo just because you and Ringo had a innocent chat with each other after the awards show.

"I cheated," Elvis responded, "oh, I forgot about Y/N and Ringo."

You also remembered during an interview one time , you were told that all of the members of The Beatles said that if they had to choose a celebrity kiss, it would be you.

When you were asked which one of the four singers you would pick for a kiss, you said, “Ringo, maybe. That’s it.”

You were a free woman and of course, you accepted Ringo’s offer of taking you out on a nice date.

You always thought that Ringo was a cute charming guy.

You and Ringo decided to meet up at a fancy restaurant near your place.

You felt kinda nervous but excited at the same time.

“Hey Ringo!” You said with a smile as you saw him.

“Hey Y/N nice to see you here darling. You look so beautiful love.” Ringo gave you a hug.

“Thank you handsome.” You said, hugging him back.

Throughout the night, you and Ringo had a lovely chat together. Of course, you guys flirted with each other and you and Ringo weren’t ashamed to share a make-out session with each other during the dinner date.

Which had the restaurant workers in shock just seeing you and Ringo make-out with each other and the paparazzi click pictures of you and Ringo busy making out.

“Y/N I would love for you to my bird… my girl.. If you are feeling comfortable dating again darling.” Ringo asked you after the make out session that you two had with each other.

“Yes I would love that Ringo. You know I always fancy you.” You said with a small giggle.

You felt so happy being Ringo’s girlfriend and you knew that fans were going to go wild over you and him.

You felt happy with Ringo than with being with Elvis. A huge weight was being lift over your shoulders.

Luckily fans were starting to ship you and Ringo and said that you and him were soulmates. They even said that Ringo was the perfect guy for you and that you deserve happiness at last.

But little did you know that Elvis didn’t approve of your relationship with Ringo… In matter of fact, he got secretly jealous…

(If this gets enough likes, I’ll make a part two 😋😉)

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[hsboo03]

Three friends and a Ringo Starr song. 🪻🌻🥀☀️

I'd ask my friends to come and see

An octopus's garden with me

I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade. 🐙🪸🦑🪼🐚

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Seeing Starrs" ~ Argyle

Summary: When tension is high in the recording studio, Argyle knows exactly how to relieve it… and it has you seeing stars.

Pairing: Modern!Radio DJ!Argyle x Co-Host!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,975

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!!) doggy style activities, spanking, hair pulling, fingering for like a second, nicknames (baby, slut; sir), maybe dom/sub dynamics? i gave argyle a last name bc why tf not, lots of beatles references oops, not beta read, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: Who would I be if I didn't write an Argyle fic for National 🍃 Day?

Originally Written: 04/20/2023

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To say you had the hots for your coworker… Well, that might've been the biggest understatement of the year.

To be fair, who wouldn't? From his slick, raven hair to the airiness of his voice to the intricate knowledge he held of a soundboard, it was hard to say Argyle Montoya was anything but gorgeous.

It definitely didn't make matters any better that you knew him better than anyone else. You'd spend hours every single day talking about anything you could find, in between DJ-ing for one of California's biggest radio stations of course. You felt like you'd begun to know him better than even he did.

Maybe that's how you'd weaseled your way in and found out he was currently single and very ready to mingle.

Somehow or another, he'd let it slip that he'd been particularly… lonely, let's say. And maybe that was why you'd been flashing him extra special glances while he was working, paying extra special attention to the way his hands looked roaming around the soundboard. You could swear you felt your heart flip as he flicked the microphone switch, leading back into his next segment.

The two of you made eye contact for what was most likely only a second, but felt like hours. The normal caramel shade of his eyes had faded into obsidian, and you were surprised his glare hadn't burned a hole right through you.

"That was the iconic Lucy In The Sky," he started, his breath hot on the mike. "Can never go wrong with The Beatles. Can you, Y/N?"

Your stomach turned as his gaze zeroed in on you again. "Nope," you chuckled into your mike.

"I don't know about you guys but we're huge fans of The Beatles here at 102 The Groove, which is why… drum roll, please."

"Dum dum dum dum," you improvised, forcing yourself to chuckle at the way he motioned toward you. His expressions were normal, average Argyle. But that glare… that stupidly sexy glare was going to be the death of you.

He laughed, a sound that managed to be sweet and rough simultaneously. "For a half hour, in honor of Ringo's sold out stadium tour, we're gonna be playing nothing but the best of The Beatles. Maybe a Wings song in there somewhere, maybe a Plastic Ono Band song or two. And who knows? Maybe at the end we'll be giving away a couple tickets to a very lucky listener. Here's Come Together to start us off."

You panicked, looking over your schedule. You were sure you didn't remember there being a half hour block scheduled for that hour, much less a Beatles block. Your eyes drifted along the page, examining every word, down to last syllable and-

"What are you doing?" Argyle asked, practically hovering over your chair.

You let out a strangled breath, your heart beating fast from his close proximity. "I-" you struggled, attempting to collect your thoughts. "There wasn't a half hour block scheduled."

"I know. Which is why I reiterate, what are you doing?" He eyes locked with yours, and it wasn't until that moment that you realized how close his large hand was to yours on the desk.

"What are you-"

"Don't play innocent with me," he said. All cheerfulness and light had left his voice, what he met you with was a sound as dark as his pupils."You think I haven't noticed all those little looks you've been sending me?"

Oh. Oh. "Oh that," you teased, trying to keep calm, though every inch of your body was screaming at you to jump his bones. "It's nothing really."

"Before I say anything either of us will regret, are you open to me being completely honest?"

Your stomach was doing so many somersaults, it rivaled an Olympic gymnast. "Of course, you can always be honest with me." The whole truth. You'd never be dishonest with Argyle, inside or outside of… whatever this was. And you needed him to know that you wanted nothing less than complete honesty from him.

"Do you think me trying to hide a boner from you all damn day is nothing?"

Your heart fluttered and you could already feel arousal forming in between your legs. You were sure it was a risk, but that didn't seem to stop you as you licked your lips, following it up with, "Is there anything I can do to fix it?"

"Yeah," he said as he kneeled in front of you, his tall figure still managing to be eye level with you even down on his knee. "I think fucking that look out of you would fix it. How 'bout you?"

You were rendered speechless as he lifted you from your chair, both of you standing back up to your full height. He towered over you, his brows raised as he awaited your response. You simply nodded, afraid your voice would betray you.

"Gonna need words, baby." You both cursed and commended him for being such a gentleman.

"Yes," you answered in a low moan.

His eyes flicked around the room, and you followed them like a lost puppy. "Close your blinds."

He walked over to his side of the studio, tugging down his blinds in swift, hurried motions. You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could will your legs to move.

"Do you not understand plain English?" he all but growled. "Close the damn blinds."

You knew your lips would betray you at some point or another, but you didn't expect them to betray you by saying, "No."

Two letters, one syllable, and somehow the worst possible answer you could have ever given him.

He strided back toward you, one of his hands landing on your hip while the other met your hair, caressing it with his pointer finger. "Do you want everyone in this office to see me fucking you senseless?"

Your breathing sped up, and by the expression on his face, he already knew your response. Still, you shook your head, willing your hand to reach over and close the blinds.

In an instant, his mouth was on yours and his hands on your skin. The two of you pushed and pulled at each other, and you hadn't noticed you'd moved until your back hit the wall. You arched away from the foam, secretly fearing you'd damage the equipment if you were too hard on it.

His lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the base. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft texture contrasting the roughness of his hands and mouth.

"Tell me," he said, his voice low, "how you need me."

You could think of about thirty positions you wanted him to take you in and twenty more places you wanted his mouth. You breathed heavily, one thing prominent in your mind. "I want," you panted, "I want you to bend me over your desk."

"Oh, yeah?" he smirked, lifting you up and forcing your legs around his waist. You willed your body to hold on to him, mewling as his rock-solid erection settled against your core. "Your wish is my command then, baby."

His mouth connected with yours once again as he carried you over to his desk, untangling your legs from him. "Bend over," he demanded.

You turned, lowering yourself onto the desk with the speed of a turtle. "Yes, sir," you sighed, raising your ass slowly to meet his tented jeans.

"Sir. I like the sound of that, baby."

His hands met the waistband of your pants, slowly slipping them down your legs until your cunt was on full display for me. His hand met your asscheek, gripping the supple skin, his nails embedding dirty crescent shapes into you. "Look at you."

Your hips canted as his nails dug into you. "Marking me as yours?" you asked, grinding against him.

"Hell yeah, I am." He smacked your ass, and your head fell forward. "You like that? Making sure everyone knows you belong to now?"

"Uh-huh," you answered in a breathy sigh. You rubbed your butt against him, and you were positive you'd created a wet spot on his jeans.

His hand trailed down your body, until his fingers met your folds, your slick soaking the digits. His opposite hand moved to his jeans, undoing the fastening quickly. "God, so wet, baby."

"Only for you," you answered as you rutted against him, sinking his fingers further into you. "O-Oh," you moaned, throwing your head back.

"Not so fast," he instructed, moving his hands to your hips and lining you up with the tip of his cock. "You can have my fingers later, baby. My cock needs you right now."

He slowly slid in, and you nearly came just from the sheer girth of his dick. He pulled at your hips, beginning to create the perfect rhythm. The sounds of skin and slick filled the air, and sweat began to pool in the dips of your breasts.

He rocked into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. His hips slammed against yours, so hard you were sure you'd have bruises. His fingers grasped and squeezed at your love handles, and you couldn't help but whine from the pure pain and pleasure he was providing you with.

"You dirty little thing," he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. "Wanting everyone in the office to see me fucking you like this."

You moaned, fucking back onto his length. The thought was enough to have you seeing stars.

"Little slut. Oh, shitttt," he exhaled, his dick twitching inside of you. "God, I'm close, baby."

Your eyes screwed shut as you rasped, "Me too, sir." Your bodies glistened with sweat under the hot lights, creating extra friction that you craved. You moaned as his hand met your ass again, slapping you in some form of disapproval.

"Not yet, baby," he instructed, one of his hands meeting your hair. "I need to see your eyes when it happens."

He pulled your head back, and you forced your eyes to meet his. Your pussy fluttered around him as your climax built, rutting your hips against him until the head of his cock was surely hitting your cervix. He held your head up, his grip so tight, you wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out your hair. Not that you cared, if he pulled your hair any harder, you'd probably cum just from that.

With a couple more thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, and you were finishing in sync with him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for everything it was worth. "Fuckfuckfuck," he was groaning in your ear, his hand firm on your hip as you both worked through your highs.

He stayed buried inside of you until the last possible moment, making you cum three more times before he pulled out. You weren't even sure he had pulled his pants back up before speaking into the mike. "That was Photograph by Ringo Starr to close us out. Y/N, you wanna announce what number caller is gonna win pit seats for Ringo's show at the Greek Theater?"

You tried your hardest to not sound like you were recovering from an earth shattering orgasm as you said, "How 'bout caller number four?"

"I like that number. Call 213-555-9333 to claim your tickets now!"

He pulled away from the mike, his gaze closing in on you. The phones began ringing, and as he picked up, his gaze was still zeroed in on you. "Caller number four, who is this?!"

The person spoke, but you didn't hear a word he said. Your gaze stayed on his as you mouthed, "it's a lucky number, considering how many orgasms you provided me with."

He rolled his eyes, mouthing back, "How do you feel about me beating that record later?"

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[tv-girllover07]

Something Metal🥁

Kevin × fem!reader

Movie: Metal Lords

Part 2

Blue italic= Thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

“Why?” She asked “Uh…cause then you can get to know people. If you want you can join Hunter and I at lunch, maybe uh make some friends” I said the last part a little bit quieter please say yes “…Okay I’ll come to the party but not for long social things aren’t really my thing” she said and looked around then met my eyes. “Okay well, text me your address and I’ll pick you” I said and she was confused for a second “Oh! Right you have my number. Okay so pick me around 7?” She asked and I nod my head and put my hands in my pockets “I’ll see you at 7.” “Oh and ehh…sorry I called you stupid earlier”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

After Kevin comes to pick me up we drive to the party I sit in the back and don’t really say much while Kevin and Hunter talk about something I’m not even paying attention to once we show up to the party we stand there awkwardly dancing a little to the terrible music.

Kevin’s POV

I’ve never been to a party. I always wondered what people like this did at them. People whose bands didn’t have names like Skullfucker. Now I know. Here we are…in the middle of it all.

Y/n POV

Hunter, Kevin and i are standing off to the side and Kevin sways to the music a little while Hunter looks around from where he’s standing “This rules. Awesome idea” Hunter said sarcastically and I laughed slightly

“He said everyone’s invited” Kevin said yelling slightly over the music and Hunter scoffs “How do they do it?” Kevin said looking around “What are you talking about? This is like three chords and they still can't get it right. They suck. Look at the drummer he’s high out of his mind” Hunter said and you could hear the drummer playing offbeat “I mean, them, all of them. How did they just... do this, like it's the easiest thing ever?” Kevin said curiously, then Hunter puts a hand on Kevin’s shoulder for Kevin to look at him “Okay, listen to me things are gonna happen for us.” Hunter said hyping Kevin up a bit “Someday, all these people are gonna be like, Holy shit! Kevin Schlieb and Hunter Sylvester I went to high school with those guys I could've even hung out with them maybe, but it's gonna be too late, 'cause we're gonna be too busy hanging out with the guys from Iron Maiden.” Hunter finished his little speech, Kevin looks around at all the people drinking, I look up “Wow Hunter that was one of the greatest things you’ve ever said, even though we’re in the same speech class”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

We’re in the living room, Kevin and I have a drink in our hand but Hunter doesn’t which is perfectly fine but I don’t think Hunter like the fact that Kevin’s drinking as we lean against the pillar an Hunter looks at Kevin while he’s drinking “Great” then I turn to my right to see Kevin dancing a little and I decide to join him “Hunter, it's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. Seriously.” Kevin said looking at hunter then looking at me and I give him a smile and go back to dancing with him while hunter just stood there clearly bored. I don’t think Hunter likes me very much.

We go back into the kitchen and get some beer, Kevin and I sit on the bar stools while Hunter just stands there listening to Kevin and I talk “Hunter, seriously, our band is gonna be so awesome. I'm gonna practice like five hours a day. I'm gonna be better than Ringo Starr.” Kevin then gets up and gets a shot and he downed, then he looks at us and throw the cup to the ground “Whoo! Heavy metal rules!” He screams in a deep voice and everyone looks at us I look around and mouth ‘sorry’ to the people around us, “I have to go pee.” He said and patted Hunter on the shoulder “I’ll walk him to the bathroom and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere else” I told Hunter and he nodded

“I'll drive you home when you're finished” Hunter said looking at a very intoxicated Kevin “After. After pee-pee.” He said

After walking kevin to the bathroom making sure he didn’t get lost I wait out side by the pillar just waiting there for him while being on my phone, once he comes out of the bathroom he’s stumbling around and he looks up and sees me standing there waiting for him, he stops walking a stares at me after 10 seconds I look up and see him staring at me “What are you looking at?” I said yelling over the music looking at him confused, he walks up closer “You” he said “Why?”

“Because you're pretty. Why else do people stare at you?” He said kinda fast “People don’t stare at me.” Said bluntly “That's dumb.” He said mumbling “What?” I look at him confused “Why don't they?” “I could give you a million reasons.” I laugh. “My nose is a little too big…I have anger issues…people hate my accent it only happens when I’m mad though, you can hear the accent” as I talked I could tell Kevin was really listening to what I was saying.

(Kevin’s POV)

I am talking to Y/n and I'm not even afraid to talk to her. Beer is amazing. This party was a great idea. I don’t even care what Hunter says. Even he must be having fun right now.

(Y/n’s POV)

“That’s why they don’t stare at me. They all stare at her…” I said and look at the girl in the crowd full people, the one that laughed at me during lunch today “Her? I could’ve stared at her but I didn’t I’m an impartmentege. I’m an impart-- impartial judge” I look at him and give him a concerned look at how drunk he is and I laugh,

“Your funny” we stare at each other moment then out of nowhere we hear the speaker crush into the keyboard and it makes a terrible wail of sound. We look over and see Hunter on the ground next to the broken keyboard, after looking around I see that one asshole jock laughing, Skip, the one that bumped into Kevin earlier.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Clay said to skip Clay asks if Hunter is ok “Are you good, bruh? You hurt? Here, let me help you” but Hunter denied his help “No, no let me help you take lessons-” Hunter said as kevin and I ran up to him “-you guys suck…bruh” and the crowd Oohs. Clay looks at the three of us and says “I’m sorry you feel that way. Do you play?” I shake my head no as fast as I can “Yeah, I have a band. Me and my friend over here” Hunter that grabs Kevin by the sweater and pulls him closer

“A real band. A serious band. Not like you fucktards.” Clay looks at Hunter like he doesn’t even care Hunter called them fucktards, and the feeling in the room got really awkward “Got it. Um, I guess we'll be seeing you at the Battle of the Bands then.” Hunter looks at him in disbelief “There hasn't been a Battle of the Bands since Dave Migdall hung brain on stage.” Hunter said while looking at Clay “There is this year. Go sign up with Dean Swanson, but maybe don't say ‘fucktard’ 'cause she's a Special Olympics ambassador” an the crowd of students laugh. “All right, guys. Let’s keep this party going!” Clay yelled and the student cheered, Hunter looks at Kevin “Give me your car keys, come on” Kevin looks like he about to be sick so I step behind him and put my hand on his lower back, right when I did that he immediately threw up, I keep rubbing his back and we get outside and into the car.

Part 3 🥁

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[littlebodybigdreamz]

Strawberry Fields... Where Nothing is Real

Hi all! I wrote an Au about the lovely George Harrison <3 I've always loved The Beatles but it wasn't until this year I really got into each individual Beatle as an artist after they broke up. But nontheless here is an Au I wrote one night trying to get my inner feelings out for a musician gone too soon.

I hope you all enjoy <3

btw him with this guitar is iconic. I can't - breathe.

It was 1967, the Beatles were at the height of their fame, and the boys were having a release party for a new record that was set to be released. You had been in love with George for a while now, of course you had, every single woman who came around tended to fall head over heels for the man. You had become one of the unlucky girls, although you hid it well because you didn't want to lose your assistant job. 

You had started out as their assistant, helping run errands and fetch whatever they needed. You were a pretty girl; with a Hispanic background who somehow ended up living your whole life in Liverpool like the boys. You had jet-black long hair and beautiful caramel skin that turned pale when you didn't go out in the sun for a long time. Big brown eyes that you considered ugly due to the fact most of the boys tended to go after the girls with beautiful blue or green eyes. 

You weren't the jealous type either, except for when it came to Pattie, although she was nice, she often caught the eye of George. You knew you had no reason to be jealous though, not because you couldn't be because of your contract, you just knew no matter what, George had never once tried or at least never seemed interested in you from day one. You weren't hurt by this either, you just knew you had fantasies that would never play out the way you wanted. And you were okay with all of that. 

Until, that day, the day of the Beatles' album release party, you had decided to wear a nice flowy dress with flowers all over. You wore some brown platform shoes to give you a few inches of height as you were a shorter girl. You had accidentally taken the wrong turn a few blocks away and thus were late to the party by an hour. This had never happened before, and you'd hoped Brian wouldn't fire you over a small mistake. How were you supposed to know the street was a one-way? 

Anyhow, you arrived how people would say, "fashionably late". When you walked through the big wooden doors you saw Brian and his date casually drinking whatever they had in their cups. "Oh, look it's the beautiful y/n!", he said loudly quickly bringing a cup to your face. The smell of vodka hit your nostrils; Brian was offering you what seemed like a cup full of vodka. "Come on y/n! You work so hard! Relax for one weekend! Come on!", the girl next to him was eyeing you with jealousy. She had no idea you only had eyes for George. Nobody did. 

With the music coursing through your veins, you grabbed the cup and took a big swig of it. "WOOO! Y/N!", Brian yelled, he was gone, to say the least. From the corner of your eye, you saw Ringo, you excused yourself away from Brian to the chill and peaceful Beatle, Ringo Starr. "Hello their love. What took you so long? We were all looking for you". You smiled at his words, the hot feeling in your stomach was growing as your boldness grew more and more. "Oh really? You asked slyly. Ringo and you had been close for years, he even was dating one of your closest friends, so you had no hate for the guy. In fact, you loved his whole peace motto. George was the one you really loved talking to and even though you had just taken a swig of that drink you had begun to feel the effects of vodka on an empty stomach. "Where is everybody else?", you asked not wanting to get too specific of course. 

"Ah... they're all out back y'know talking to guests", Ringo rolled his eyes, after knowing him for a few years you knew he disliked reporters. Always wanting to get the "in" on whatever drama could be going on between the beloved four. "Oh okay". You said nonchalantly, what else could you say to the man? He had been talking to a girl and she had begun eyeing you jealously as well. You excused yourself starting to feel small again. You grabbed a cup out of Brian's hand and chugged it down. "WOOOO! Y/n you are on fire tonight madam!", he laughed drunkenly and embraced you. You giggled, and just then you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder, turning around you saw Paul. Geez, were you seeing all the men in the band except the one you truly wanted to lay eyes on? 

"Hey, darling". Paul said cheerfully, he was never one to go all out and drink like that instead he often paired his fingers with a blunt to keep him chill for the night. "Hello Pauly", you said coyly, calling him by the pet name you gave him many years before. "Where have you been y/n? George has been asking for you for a while now". He said, your heart began to flutter. "Really?", was all you were able to muster out of your mouth. Paul smiled as if he knew something was up by the way you responded. "What?", you asked nervously. "He's waiting for you outside by the buddha fountain", was all Paul said before grabbing two cups full of whatever vodka drink from a waiter nearby. Handing you one he smiled, took a swig, and walked away smiling. 

Your heart was beating fast, you were happy and yet you were nervous. Why had George been waiting for you? Maybe he just wanted you to fetch something for him like he usually did? Oh well, you thought, with the cup in your hand you went outside towards the buddha fountain George liked so much. 

Outside you saw him, he wore a nice navy-blue suit with fine white lines. He looked sophisticated and handsome, his hair was shoulder length, the style you had come to love when the band began to grow out their hair. He had a cig in between his fingers and was bringing it up to his lips when he noticed you. A smile spread across his face, the vodka had now been the reason you were able to casually walk up to him and tell him, "So, darling... I've heard you've been looking for me?", you asked with boldness in your voice. 

He chuckled, "Yes dear, I was wondering if you'd ever show up", he smiled offering you a bum of his cig. You took it while putting the cig in between your lips you looked at the man, his gorgeous eyes meeting yours. As you took a long drag, he said, "Darling, you look beautiful tonight.", he smiled kissing your cheek. 

Your cheeks flushed; you passed the cig back to him after a few drags. "Now I know what the Harrison effect is", you giggled mentioning the phrase many spoke as the way George had with many women. He loved the attention of any woman who crossed his path. Then a new thought crossed your mind, what would make you any different? 

He smiled, "No Hun, the only woman I'd ever wanted to have an effect on was and is you". You smiled but the thought still lingered in the back of your mind. You watched as from the side Pattie came up to you both, she smiled her way getting George's attention. He gave in, smiling, you looked at the two of them and smiled as you made up an excuse to leave. 

As you walked back inside you chugged the rest of your vodka-mixed drink. You went into the kitchen wanting to find water to even out everything, and while you were there you grabbed a cup from one of Brian's shelves and went over to the fountain. Turning the faucet on, you let the cold water fill up the glass almost all the way to the top. You looked out the window that was above the sink, it gave you a view of the backyard. You watched as George and Pattie talked, they were laughing and she got closer to his face more and more while she laughed. You sighed taking a big gulp of the water. 

"Ah these two...", a voice next to you startled you. You jumped to your left was now John, had he been watching you this whole time? "Hi John", you said gulping more of the water. "You know, if you like the guy you should go tell him. Before someone else confesses their feelings", John looked down at you sincerely. You knew he knew now how you felt about George. "How do I tell him when he is obviously into someone else?", I sighed asking John. "Trust me, darling, he doesn't feel the same way for her as he does for you. You should probably know that by now. The number of times he talks about you, fetches you to get something for him just so he can see you. Well, I've lost count by now". John chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips. 

You looked out the window again, this time George was alone, his cig was to his lips as he looked at the Buddha and the fish that swam in the fountain. "I think I'll go talk to him. Thank you, John,", you turned to him and smiled. 

As you walked back outside you watched the handsome guitarist under the lights Brian had set up. He continued watching the fountain not noticing you until you spoke. "Hello George", you said, George looked up and instantly smiled when he noticed it was you who spoke his name. "I like it when you say my name", George said, not even realizing what you said but feeling the comfort of safety when he was around you. You smiled; your cheeks began to turn to a rosy pink. "I must tell you something... for a while now I've had feelings for you. I never knew if you felt the same way. But after tonight, I just couldn't keep it hidden anymore. Life is too short to keep anything hidden and I think you feel the same way about me too. So, I just-". You were cut off as George threw down his now finished cig, he grabbed you close to him, cupping your face, and he locked eyes with you. His beautiful eyes dilated as he looked into your soul, "I find you irresistibly attractive and I will not spend another day on this planet without you being mine". He looked at you and then pulled you in for a kiss. 

As your lips met the fireworks in your stomach grew and then exploded. You had not been with someone who made you this hot in all the years you had been alive. In fact, you felt in this moment more alive than ever. As his soft lips touched yours, he pulled you closer and closer until you were one. You knew then and there the two of you would become inseparable. There would be many love songs dedicated to you in the future. 

What you didn't know was from the kitchen, Brian, Paul, John, and Ringo all watched. They smiled, "Finally", Brian said with a liquefied smile on his face. The rest of the boys nodded in agreement. They were happy to see the two of you finally in an embrace that had been long overdue. 

Strawberry Fields, where everything is real after all. Where love finds itself next to a Buddha fountain. 

End. 

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Grabacion en RCA Studio B Nashville

Referencia:

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Versión:

Desde el Famoso RCA Studio B, in Nashville, Tennesse, vemos con un Ren Hoek de productor muy molesto y Beifong en la sala de mezcla y edición del estudio durante la grabación tipo cover de "Poetry In Motion" de Johnny Tillotson, pero de peor forma, como... "Chucheria En Movimiento" con Un Johnny Poeta (Che Copete). Dirigida Por Squidward Tentacles en la Dirección Orquestal, Miriam de Turning Red, afirmando las partituras del director, las del piano, un clásico, Jenna, del filme Balto De Universal junto con el Pianista Chileno SIR Valentín Trujillo.

En la Batería, pero no se nota, a cargo de SIR Ringo Starr, Bill Clinton como Saxofonista, Henry Hugglemonster, Berth y un delicuente muy peligroso como Guitarristas, Frei en el Contrabajo, Mr. Gus de Uncle Grandpa, Bunta de ShinChan, Red Guy de Cow & Chicken, Droopy y Johnny Bravo como Violinistas. Harold de Billy & Mandy, en la Tuba, William "Bill" Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive del King Of The Hill manejando el Clarinete, el Fagot, El Oboe y la Tromba, Merida de Brave en el Trombón, y "El Chacal De La Trometa", obvio, con su Trompeta.

Doña Treme de Condorito, Heather de Dragons de DreamWorks, Han Hill del King Of The Hill, muy enojado y Makoto Kino de Sailor Moon en el coro.

Nota: para esta ácida cover de dicha canción, se duro 2 días y medio de grabación, es debido, a que hubo que hacer 1633 Takes, la Take N° 1634, fue la definitiva y perfecta.

Despues de ello, tuvieron que grabar las 990 Takes del Tema... "Disney's Princess" en ves de "Princess, Princess..." del Johnny Tillotson.

El Dicho Tema..

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQ9YH2…

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