the PMDD fic was so great! i love it so much, im going to be coming back to it a lot <333 love it much and i do think George would just be here, a listening ear and also make / help appointments haha he would just be a giant pillow to hug and give warmth... i also think he would try to get into meditation to reduce the stress and keep in control of the emotions....
i really loved it and i'm going to keep the last line in heart <3
oh I'm so so sooo delighted to hear that you enjoyed it!!! that's exactly how I imagine geo would be, just a pillar of support and your rock ๐ฅน๐ซถ please do take that last line to heart, as it came directly from mine ๐
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John teases you about your obsession, but secretly adores your enthusiasm and finds it endearing
he'll sometimes playfully argue with you about which plushie is the "coolest," leading to lighthearted debates and laughter
during his photography sessions, he'll often request to borrow a few of your friends to use as props, creating artsy and whimsical scenes
though he'd never admit it, John secretly enjoys cuddling with your plushies when you aren't around, finding comfort in their softness
Paul enjoys helping you organize and catalog your collection, creating a sense of order amidst the colorful array of characters
he likes to incorporate them into his home decor, arranging them in playful displays around the house
he will occasionally dress some of the plushies up in miniature versions of his iconic outfits, resulting in adorable photo opportunities
Paul loves to surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like leaving new plushies on the doorstep for you to find or crafting handmade accessories for them
George is fascinated by the craftsmanship of your beloved plushies and enjoys learning about the unique characteristics of each toy
he encourages your passion and adds to your collection by gifting you rare and sought-after pieces he finds during his travels
on occasion George has been known to try his hand at crafting a plush of his own, usually resulting in a quirky but lovable creation
Ringo loves bringing your plushies to life with funny voices and silly antics
he'll involve them in his daily activities, pretending they're his audience as he practicing his drumming or taking them on the road with him
he's always up for a cuddle session with you and your plushies, often falling asleep surrounded by the fluffy companions
Ringo's genuine affection for you and your passion is evident in the way he treats each toy with care and respect, valuing their role in your life
Rigon
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thanks so much to @betchq who requested this one! hope you enjoy :) ๐
(these ended up wayyy too long.. whoops :P)
it's all too much- you can't take it anymore
one minute you're sitting on the bed venting to Paul about work and family troubles- frustrated, but not devastated- and suddenly you've spiraled again
you're practically hyperventilating, gripping the duvet so hard your knuckles turn white, sobbing about how unfair the world is and how you'll never truly be happy
"Woah, woah, what's this all about darling?" he interjects tenderly, a gentle finger lifting your chin up to look at him, briefly breaking you from the hope-devouring clutches of your panicked mind
"It's -*hic*- just too m-much to handle Paul, I -*hic*- c-cant do it anymore," you manage to squeak out between sobs, your voice wavering and your lip quivering
Paul gazes into your tear-filled eyes, scanning them with his own in an attempt to gain understanding, a deeply concerned expression on his face
he places a firm, loving hand on each of your shoulders, eyes still locked on yours
"Listen to me, my love- nothing, and I mean nothing, is so wrong or bad that you can't take it on, or that this world would be better off without you. I know things are difficult for ye right now and it's completely understandable that you're overwhelmed- but you will get through this. And I will stay glued to your side every step of the way"
you inhale shakily, the cascade of tears that once flowed down your cheeks slowing to a halt as Paul continues his pep talk:
"Regardless of how daunting and scary it seems and no matter what it takes, you are going to be okay- more than okay, you are going to get through this and emerge from it even better off and happier than ever before. Ye hear me?" he says sincerely- his gaze stern, piercing, and comforting all at the same time
you nod slowly, eyes glimmering with residual tears, and sniffle once more
"You are the strongest, most capable, and most resilient person I know. I don't ever want you to feel that the days are becoming too heavy for you to handle. And if you do you know you can always, always come to me, no matter how insignificant you think your struggles are- they're not. I don't care if I'm 'busy,' nothing ever takes priority over you and your wellbeing, Y/N. I mean that."
you smile up at him with appreciation as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs
"T-Thank you, Paul. It all just gets so overwhelming.. I don't know what I'd do without you"
"It's no trouble at all love, that's me job"- he gives you a small smile and pulls you in for a long, gentle hug
"I adore you Y/N, you are my whole world. Promise you'll come to me if you ever feel this way again?"
you nuzzle into Paul's chest: "I promise"
"That's my (girl/boy/love). I love you more than anything in this world- don't you ever forget that" โก
you don't even hear the front door open and shut, the sound drowned out by your sobs combined with the melancholy tunes coming from the record player on your dresser
"Y/N, I'm home!" John calls out, kicking off his shoes and coming to find you
he searches for you on the couch, at the dining room table, and then in the kitchen- but you're nowhere to be found
That's strange, he thinks, Y/N's almost always sat on the couch waiting for me when I come home...
"Where's my sweet birdie?~" he tries, striding briskly down the hallway to your shared bedroom, still in pursuit of his partner
John raps his knuckles against the wooden door and waits a few moments for a response
when he doesn't get one he turns the doorknob and pushes his way in, panic flooding his mind and senses
nothing could have prepared John for what he sees- the love of his life curled up fetal-style in bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, cheeks glistening with tears and features screwed up into an agonized expression
he rushes to your side immediately, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and shaking you softly to alert you of his presence
he spooks you and you startle, eyes snapping open in shock
"Are you alright, love? What happened- did somebody hurt you?? If someone upset ye I swear I'll make 'em rue the day they were born-" he seethes, interrupted only by you sitting up against the pillows and taking his hand in yours:
"J-John, calm down, I'm fine.."
"Did.. did I do something? Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong Y/N, whatever it is I'll fix it I promi-"
"No John, you've done everything right," you sigh
"It's j-just.." you trail off, unable to meet his gaze
he waits for a moment before encouraging you with a "Go on darling, you can tell me anything"
you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing- "Everything is so overwhelming and heavy.. just living feels like too much some days. I don't know what to do John, I'm downright miserable!!" you exclaim, your eyes once again welling up with tears
"..Oh sweetheart, come here" he opens his strong arms, pulling you in for an emotionally charged hug
John isn't the greatest at discussing feelings, so he offers comforting words instead
"Shh, everything's alright... I'm here, Johnny's got ye" he soothes, stroking your hair as you quiver in his arms, your body wracked with sobs
"I-It's just one of those days where I don't know how I'll ever b-be -*hic*- happy" you croak out, clutching his body close to yours
John draws in a deep breath before responding: "I understand how you feel- I've had plenty of those days meself," he confides in you
"But we can't let them stop us from living. Sometimes your perspective gets all screwed up and ye can't see through the bullshit your mind hurls at you,
"But one bad day is still just twenty-four hours, ye know? It helps me to think about that- that this too shall pass," he reassures you candidly, rubbing gentle circles into your back
"I know it seems impossible right now, but you'll- we'll," he corrects, "get everything sorted- including that pretty little 'ead of yours- and you'll feel like yourself again sooner than you know. Got that?" he asks
you simply nod, beginning to calm down but unable to speak just yet, and nuzzle further into John
he squeezes you tightly: "Y/N- ye know I know what it feels like to be stressed and depressed, and I just.." you hear John start to choke up and feel him tremble as he begins to cry, himself
"-ah don't ever want ye to feel hopeless like I 'ave, you know I'd take it all away in an instant if I could" he says, trying and failing to mask the wavering of his voice
"Even if it meant I'd have to take it all on meself instead, I can handle it- I'd do anything for you Y/N, I've never loved anyone or anything like I do you and it hurts me to see you in such pain"
John's voice breaks at the end of his monologue and you hear him sniffle
with that, you finally speak up: "Oh John, I'll be okay- I promise. Thank you for changing my perspective, it's just so difficult to pull yourself out of despair sometimes.. some days are just so.. heavy" you say, pulling back and looking up at him; "I didn't mean to make you cry too"
you dry your face with your sleeve and John takes your hands in his
"Y/N you know I understand completely, and I want ye to come right to me when the days get too overwhelming- I'll be sure to set your perspective straight. Don't you ever worry about making me upset or anythin' of the like, okay love?"
you nod- "And besides, I ain't crying" John says somewhat defensively and shifts his gaze away from you, still clutching your hands in his larger ones
you chuckle softly and roll your eyes at him- "Whatever you say Johnny.. you can't fool me, I know you're a softie" you tease, booping him gently on the nose
he pulls one hand back from yours, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly- "Yeah, yeah, that's enough" John says, expression hardening as he tries to disguise the grin making its way across his face
you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at you
"Thank you, John. I feel so much lighter now"
"Ahh, don't mention it darling. Anytime at all- you mean the world to me. I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, John." โก
to your boyfriend George, it's a day like any other
he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom, fizzy drink in hand, intent on watching some cartoons in bed with you
he knocks and upon hearing your, "Come in!" enters the room with an "'Ello, gorgeous!"
"Room for one more? I was thinking we could have a cartoon marathon this evening- what do ye think?" he proposes, approaching you and taking a sip of his drink
you hesitate a moment before answering: "Yeah, that's fine Geo" you say flatly, punctuated with a quiet sniffle
"...Are you feeling alright, dear? What's got you down?"
George sets his glass on the nightstand and sits beside you in bed
"Nothing's the matter babe, I'm okay" you mutter unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact
George studies your face, just now noticing the red and puffy appearance of your eyes
"Have you been crying..?" he asks gingerly and places a gentle hand on your cheek
you finally turn to look at him, sighing: "...yes but before you freak out, it's really nothing- just one of those days, you know?" you offer George a weak smile, downplaying your stress
"Y/N." he begins sternly, "I can tell when something's wrong. Do you want to tell me about it, doll?"
"I would, but there really isn't much to talk about... it's just life, I guess. Nothing specific" you shrug
"It's not 'just' anything- if it matters to you, it matters just as much to me," George reassures you sweetly
"Thank you Geo, but I don't know what to tell you. I just feel...tense and pessimistic, you know?"
George nods in understanding: "Really just that sort of day then, eh? That's the worst- ye can't target anything to fix it," he sympathizes and you nod in agreement
"Tell you what- I don't care if it takes all night, I'm gonna do whatever it is I can to make you feel comfortable and calm, all right? Starting with getting some food in ya- I know that always makes me feel better" he grins
you offer him a half-hearted smile, as much as you can muster in your state
"Of course it does, George" you chuckle, "that sounds lovely"
George disappears down the hall and returns just moments later kicking the door open, arms full of snacks and sweets (including jelly babies)
your face lights up at the sight of him
he unloads everything, opening his arms and dumping it all on the bed for you to choose whichever item you please
"Thank you, Geo" you giggle and grab one of the bags of crisps, opening it and promptly reaching in for a handful to munch on
"Anything else I can get you, darling? Anything at all?"
"Hmm.. no, I don't think so-" you start, but George cuts you off before you can finish your sentence
"Oh I know! You need a nice, warm cuppa- that'll be sure to soothe you. Be right back, love" he says and with that, he's out the door once more
you wait patiently in bed for a few minutes and graze on the treats George had brought you until he reappears, a ceramic mug in one hand and a box of tissues in the other
"Here you are dear," he says, handing the mug to you and placing the tissues on your nightstand- "I thought you might need these"
"You really didn't have to do all this, my love- thank you. It really warms my heart" you tell him earnestly, "I already feel so much better"
George beams at you: "Of course gorgeous, it's no trouble at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Hmm..." you contemplate his question for a moment before responding- "Just one more thing, I think"
"What is it, Y/N? Anything at all, just say the word"
"Get over here and cuddle me!"- you lift the blanket and invite him to lay with you
"I thought you'd never ask" George says cheekily and hops into bed, pulling you close to his chest to spoon you
(and reaching over you to grab an overflowing handful of crisps, shoveling them into his mouth)
you can't help but laugh and snuggle into George, your worries forgotten
"Thank you, Geo. You're the best"
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't look after my (girl/boy/love)? And besides, it's no inconvenience at all- don't you worry. I love you, Y/N"
"And I love you, George" โก
Ringo has always made you feel safe, heard, and loved, and he's assured you that you can confide in him whenever you need to
he's made it a point to tell you to come to him whenever you need him, and that he'll drop everything to help you in any way he can
on one particular evening, nothing seems to be going right for you
you're beyond stressed and overwhelmed, and you can't help but break down from the pressure and weight of the world
at first when you step out into the living room, face red and tear-streaked, Ringo is oblivious
he carries on watching the television, gaze locked onto the technicolor screen
"Ritchie..?" you say meekly; "What is it, my love?" he calls out, eyes still fixed on the telly
upon seeing how invested he is in the program, you suddenly feel like a burden despite what he's told you numerous times before about coming to him when you're upset
"Umm.. nevermind" you squeak out, about to turn and drag yourself back to the bedroom when Ringo finally whips his head around to face you
his wide eyes take in your pathetic, hunched frame- hair tousled, eyes puffy and blanket pulled tight around you
"Oh my- sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" he scrambles up off of the sofa and rushes over to you, panic evident in his expression
he places his hands on your shoulders and looks you over, eyes searching yours for answers
"Yeah, I'm okay" you sniffle, "but.. remember all those times you told me I should come to you if I'm ever stressed out?"
"Of course I do love, what's got you so stressed?" he inquires delicately, rubbing your shoulders
"Life, existence, everything!" you confess, exhausted
"Oh honey, everything's alright- I promise! Come here" Ringo beckons you closer and smothers you in one of his renowned bear hugs
you begin to sob quietly into his shirt
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me today, I don't want to burden you-"
"Love, don't you ever worry about being overbearing or burdening me- I am always ready and willing to help you, please understand that. Managing your stress is so important and I'm thankful that ye came to me. That's what I'm here for" he reassures you as he holds you close to him
you sniffle and tremble, your tears soaking through his cotton t-shirt
"Shh, everything's going to be fine. It's okay to cry" Ringo soothes
"It's just a bad day. It doesn't mean that everything is falling apart, I promise. I'm right here. We've got this, together- you and I could take on the whole world if we had to!"
you pull back from his embrace and gaze into his eyes; "Really?"
"Of course we could, baby! Now let's get you to bed, how about that?"
you nod and Ringo lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared room and setting you down gently on the bed
he swaddles you in a blanket burrito and proceeds to kiss your tears away, peppering your face with little smooches that make your heart flutter and your mind go blank
"Ritchie!!" you exclaim, giggling
"What? Kisses are the best medicine"- you agree, as long as they're his at least
once he's finished administering your treatment, he asks: "What else can I fetch ye, cutie? Anything?"
"You!"
"Why, of course!" Ringo's grin widens, lighting up his face as he pulls you close to him in bed
you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, the dull thud of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene state of mind
for the remainder of the night Ringo refuses to leave your side, even when you drift off into peaceful slumber at last
"I love you, Y/N" he mumbles, the last thought occupying his mind before he too dozes off to sleep โก
here cums the son or whatever the bee toes said ๐
(thank you to @push-lennon-off-stage for requesting this! they wanted a Ringo X Chubby!Reader where Ringo asks the reader out in front of the other lads, and the reader thinks he's joking/pranking them :P this is my first one shot, so please be kind! hope you enjoy ๐)
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You and Ringo have been close friends ever since you met at a concert you were both attending. He saw your band t-shirt and heard you singing along to each song, your beautiful voice prompting him to approach you. You recognized him almost instantly as Ringo Starr, drummer of none other than The Beatles- however you didn't treat him as such, but rather just a person like any other. He complimented you and you two hit it off, hanging out often and becoming very close.
He's since introduced you to the other lads, and they love having you around; Ringo often invites you to their rehearsals and even to the studio while they record. You've certainly grown on them- you're always good fun and add to the atmosphere with witty banter, great ideas, and a fresh perspective. They'll even run song or lyric ideas by you and it's clear that they value your opinion. Though each of the Fab Four care for you dearly and think you're precious, it's obvious that you're closest with Ringo. Aside from being the one who introduced you in the first place and who's known you the longest, he's always extra kind and sweet towards you: complimenting you on your outfits, telling you his best jokes, playing songs just for you... You don't think much of it, shrugging it off as just him being him. You've always secretly admired and pined for Ringo- his big, dreamy blue eyes, his lovely accent, his words of praise and his flirty demeanor toward you all make your heart flutter. However, you've also always been insecure about your body (particularly, your size) and would never dream of asking him out- you're sure he'd laugh and reject you, you'd ruin your friendship, and you'd never be able to show your face around the lads again. So you carry on as Ringo's dear friend, concealing your attraction and enduring the bittersweet torture of it all.
Today in session at Abbey Road Studios, Ringo was looking particularly adorable. You stood and admired his form as he sat at his drum set, skin glistening with sweat as he played, shaking his mop top out gleefully. He turned to you and gave you a crooked smile, along with a mischeivous wink. Your stomach did somersalts and your cheeks turned pink. As Ringo stared at you, distracted, his drumming became off-beat: "Focus, Ringo! No wandering eyes," John chided teasingly. You giggled and Ringo blushed, turning his attention back to his drums: "Sorry lads, won't happen again!" he called back and the band continued on. Ringo often got distracted by you and had to be scolded and brought back down to earth by one of the other Beatles, even when you weren't doing anything to warrant his staring. You never gave much thought to it though, telling yourself it was just his short attention span. You'd always secretly hoped it was something more, but wouldn't allow yourself to get swept away in your daydreams. He'd never be into me, you told yourself; He was famous and had plenty of adoring fans... besides, you were just a friend to him- right?
The boys finished rehearsing, (thankfully) without any further mistakes from Ringo. John, George, and Paul all gave their acknowledgements to you- nodding, smiling, waving- before taking off outside for a quick smoke. Ringo lingered behind in the studio this time, making his way over to you for a chat: "Heya, Y/N! How'd you like that last song?" he asked casually. "I thought it was great, actually!" "Ya did? It's just a little something we've been writing for our next album, we've had it in the works for a while now," Ringo said humbly. "I asked the guys to hold off on rehearsing it until you showed up so you could hear it," he said with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh Ritchie, that's so sweet! I loved it!" you beamed. "I especially liked the part that went-," you proceeded to imitate the instruments, recreating your favorite part of the band's new song. Ringo chuckled, music to your lovestruck ears. "I suggested that part!" he exclaimed with pride. "You really liked it, Y/N?" "Of course I did, it was amazing!" you praised. "Oh, I'm so glad- I could hardly wait to play it for ye!" "I thought it was wonderful," you complimented, looking down at your shoes and shuffling your feet awkwardly. "Uhh..." Ringo began, looking off to the side and brushing his long fringe out of his eyes. "I think you look lovely in that skirt you're wearin' today," he said nervously. You're taken aback momentarily- He does?
You'd been afraid and almost too insecure to leave the house wearing it, lacking the confidence in your looks. That morning you'd changed in front of your mirror just about twenty times and nearly had a breakdown before deciding to wear the skirt anyway, wanting to doll yourself up a bit because you knew you were going to see Ringo. "Y-You do..?" you manage to stutter out, dumbfounded. "Thank you Ritchie, that means a lot" you tell him earnestly, unable to hide the grin making its way onto your lips. "Well of course, I'm just bein' honest with ye!" Ringo smiled back, suddenly regaining his confidence. "I also just wanted to say, I'm so glad I got the chance to see you today! I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend much time together, the lads and I have been hard at work on our new album and all.." he drew in a deep breath and exhaled before continuing; "I really wish I had more time to hang out with ye," he finished. "Oh, it's no big deal! I understand you've got responsibilities, don't worry," you tell him genuinely. "No, really, I want to be with you... like, all the time- I mean..." he fumbles, and you stand there patiently. "You know, I- You- We're really good friends of course and I just feel so close to you, and-"
And with that the other three men saunter back in- laughing, poking fun, being raucous and jovial amongst themselves. And as soon as they spot you two, you nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other and Ringo red-faced and stammering, they go quiet. They all exchange looks, John waggling his eyebrows up and down and the other two lads holding back laughter. George wolf whistles and they all start to snicker, Paul shushing them after a moment when Ringo turns around and glares harshly. He turns back to face you and proceeds: "What I'm trying to say is... I know we're great friends, I really enjoy hanging out with you and I don't want to ruin that.." You brace for impact, afraid that he'd somehow discovered your crush and no longer felt comfortable around you. "I just wanted to ask you.." the guys stood and stared, trying to make themselves inconspicuous, but failing when John began to giggle and Paul elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Ringo inhaled yet again, holding his breath for a moment before blurting out: "Will you go out with me, Y/N?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath hitched in your throat, and your mind became shrouded in fog. Before you could even think to respond, a chorus of whoops, whistles, and applause erupted from across the room and you were overwhelmed with emotion. Your face turned bright red with anger and your hands instinctively balled up into fists: How could he make a joke of me like this? you thought, I was sure we were friends.. "You don't have to say ye-" Ringo began, but you weren't having it. "Is this why you were acting so strange just a minute ago? It isn't funny Ritchie, not at all!" Tears welled up in your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. "I can't believe you'd humiliate me like this!" you shouted furiously, eyes frantically darting back and forth between each of the guys' stunned faces as they watched your outburst. "And I really thought we were friends.. I'm such an idiot," you choked out as you grabbed your coat and took off out the door, a monsoon of tears cascading down your face and dripping off of your chin onto the hard tile below.
Back in the studio Ringo stood stupefied and crushed, slowly turning around to face the lads, heartbreak clear in his expression. George gave a low whistle to fill the silence and Paul looked awkwardly down at his shoes. After an extended pause, John was the first to speak up: "Well, I guess that's one way to get rejected." Paul gave him a slap on the arm and reprimanded him in hushed whispers, George tuning the both of them out as he tried to think of something to say. "Did I do something wrong..? Was it something I said?" Ringo pondered aloud, voice wavering. "I really can't imagine so, I mean- we saw the whole thing" said Paul, turning to the other two men who shrugged in response. "Yeah, I thought that was a stellar performance," said George with a half-hearted smile, in an attempt to lift his buddy's spirits a tad. "I just don't understand what went wrong.. she thought I was poking fun at her! I've gone and mucked it all up, haven't I?" he wailed, his baby blue eyes shiny with tears. "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself- I think she just misunderstood ye," John told him, finally becoming serious about the situation. "Yeah! Why don't you go find 'er and explain?" Paul suggested. Ringo hesitated for a few seconds, considering the idea before posing the question: "But what if she yells at me and says she never wants to see me again?" "If you just explain everything honestly, Y/N understand," said George confidently. "Besides- as it stands she already thinks you aren't friends anymore, so it's not like you have much to lose." "Was that supposed to make me feel better..?" Ringo asked. George simply shrugged and Ringo shook his head to snap himself out of his moping. "Hell, you guys are right- I think I'll go try and talk to her. Thanks, lads!" he said with newfound zeal, taking off in search of you. "Go get 'er, tiger!" called John after him.
You drove furiously down the street, your heartbreak playlist blasting from your car's speakers at full volume, hot tears stinging your eyes as you gripped the steering wheel with all of your might. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" you cursed yourself. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him," you sobbed aloud, turning into your neighborhood and pulling into your driveway. You unbuckled your seatbelt and hopped out of the car, slamming the door and locking it before storming into your house and sprinting to your bedroom. You crawled underneath the covers of your bed and curled up into the fetal position, tears of heartache and humiliation flowing from your eyes and staining the pillow beneath your head. You continued to throw your pity party, and rightfully so in your mind, when suddenly -tap, tap, tap- you heard three gentle knocks on your bedroom door. Who could that be..? And how'd they get past the front door? you wondered, panic sinking in before you realized: There's only one other person with a copy of my housekey..
"Richard?" you called out, too consumed by rage and embarrassment to stomach using your nickname for him. "Yeah Y/N, it's me, I can ex-" "What do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" you spat. "Can I come in? Please..? I mean you no 'arm!" he shouts. You consider it for a moment before dragging yourself up out of bed and opening the door for him, sitting back down on the mattress and folding your arms. Ringo takes a step forward into your room. "What are you doing here? I thought I'd made it pretty clear that I don't want to see you again." "Y/N, please hear me out, I don't think you quite understood me back there," he pleaded.
"Oh, don't even try it! I understood you, alright- I heard you loud and clear!" you fumed, "I know the only reason you said that is because one of the guys dared you to and they thought it'd be hilarious- well it wasn't, and you really hurt my feeli-" "What??" Ringo interrupted you, incredulous. "No no no no no Y/N, you've got it all wrong!! Where'd ye get that idea? Why would you ever think I'd do that to you..?" he said, sounding slightly wounded. "Well.. I mean I just thought, because I'm sorta chubby and all, and-" "And? So what? You're still a gorgeous bird, that just means there's more of you to love!" said Ringo. "I.. I adore your curves, if I'm bein' honest. All of 'em." he admitted, blushing.
It took a long moment for this new information to sink in: He.. actually meant that? It suddenly all made sense- the way he'd tuck your hair behind your ears, the words of praise he showered you with every time he saw you, how often he'd get distracted when you were around.. But you still couldn't believe your ears, having convinced yourself for so long that he'd never return your feelings. "You- I- What..? So that wasn't a prank?" "No of course not, I'd never joke about that!" Ringo sat down slowly beside you on the bed, placing a gentle hand on your thigh and caressing your soft skin. "Y/N, you are so beautiful and I think you're perfect. I've had feelings for you pretty much since the day we met! I thought I'd made it obvious.." he confessed, averting his gaze to the floor of your bedroom. "Oh Ritchie, I'm so sorry I overreacted earlier.. I've had the biggest crush on you forever, I just never even dreamt you'd like me back." You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. He turned and looked into your eyes: "Don't be sorry Y/N, I understand. But what's not to like?" he grinned at you. "And honestly, I thought you rejected me and ran off because you like Paul instead.." "Paul??" you giggled at his words and his obliviousness. "Eww, no, he's like my brother! Why would you assume that?" "Well I dunno, he's pretty and he's everyone's favorite!" exclaimed Ringo. "Not mine," you said, smiling. He grinned back and began to lean his face closer to yours; you mirrored his movements, both of you inching closer and closer until your lips finally met for the first time. The kiss was slow and gentle yet passionate, carrying with it the weight of the admiration you'd both hidden from one another for so long. When the two of you parted after many long seconds, you gazed breathlessly into each other's eyes before Ringo spoke up: "Should I take that as a yes..?" "Yes Ritchie, yes!" you chuckled, and he captured your lips in yet another kiss. You then invited him to stay the night: he of course accepted and it was spent snogging, cuddling, and adoring one another- and there would be plenty more kisses to come โก
hey there! I haven't interacted with the fandom in a HOT minute (three plus years) and I was IN LOVE with your blog when I was in it. It makes me happy to see your blog still up and running :) I just wanted to let you know that I've always loved reading your imagines, and they really made my day when I was an insecure middle schooler hyperfixating on her favorite blorbos. Much love <3
omg this is the sweetest!! I can't believe you remember me :') I'm so happy to hear that I was able to give you some comforting content and I hope you're doing well today ๐ much love to you!!!
SHAKING YOU. Ive come to a realization im starved for physical love and tbh? A quick lil drabble with headcanons of good ol ritchie with such a reader would be amazin !!!!
(I need to relate to sumn rn ;-;)
HI PLEASE DON'T SHAKE ME !!
but yes, I'd be happy to!! added to queue โจ๏ธ
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(DISCLAIMER: many of these are from Pinterest- if you are the original poster of any of them, please let me know so I can credit you! ๐
The day's night isn't the only thing that's hard
I'll let you hold more than just my hand ;)
I'll make you twist and shout
Let's come together ;)
When you're with me, the sun won't be the only thing coming
Why don't we do it in the road? ;)
I'd like to visit your octopus's garden
Come take a ride on my yellow submarine ;)
โฎ๏ธ Beatlemaniac Heaven โฎ๏ธ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ She/her, 21 y/o with an intense love for John Lennon and humanity's greatest band ๐ชฒ I write reader inserts and imagines for The Beatles โ Original works are tagged #LMLBeatles โ Requests CLOSED! โ I don't write ship fics, sorry! (no judgement though) :)
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