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lick-me-lennon22 · 26 days

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Teddy Boy!John Lennon X Modern!Reader - Smoke & Serendipity 🚬

(based on an anonymous request for a tb!john x modern!reader oneshot where the reader has accidentally traveled back in time !! hope you all enjoy 💕)

Confusion clouds your mind as you blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in: you had somehow traveled back in time.

Suddenly and inexplicably, you find yourself standing atop the cobbled streets of 1950s Liverpool, amidst the buzzing energy of rock 'n' roll and the birth of a cultural revolution.

As you stumble through the unfamiliar streets, your heart races with apprehension. How had this happened? And more importantly, how are you going to get back to your own time?

You begin to notice the judgmental sneers and bewildered stares you were receiving from passers by, many of them clad in tailored suits and long, pleated skirts.

You glance down at your own attire.

Yeah, this isn't going to cut it, you think to yourself. I'd better get out of sight before I draw any more unwanted attention.

You wander a bit further, searching for a suitable place to lay low while you figure out how you're going to get out of this mess, when your eyes land on a hazy, dimly-lit alleyway.

Perfect.

You make a bee-line for the alley's entranceway, desperate to duck into the secluded spot. Before you can slip away into the cover of shadow, a bruised and bloodied teenaged boy storms out of the alley and past you, muttering curses under his breath.

What the hell...

You freeze for a moment, startled by the strange sight. You shake your head side-to-side, regaining focus on the task at hand as you cautiously round the corner.

Before you stood a tall, thin young man wearing a too-big leather jacket and scuffed boots, hair once slicked back but now disheveled from his skirmish with the other adolescent. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his bloody-knuckled right hand, taking drags on occasion as he kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

Curiosity propelled you to approach the stranger, though nerves threatened to paralyze your steps. You gingerly step closer, finally catching the eye of the mysterious young man.

He is visibly taken aback at the sight of your unconventional attire, eyeing you up and down with an incredulous expression on his face. You're beginning to regret your decision when he lets out a low whistle and opens his mouth to speak:

"I've seen some outlandish outfits in me time but yours takes the cake, love," he teases with a snicker, curls of cigarette smoke framing his smug face.

You're shocked and somewhat offended by the gall of the stranger. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, but decide to keep the interaction playful- this is clearly not the kind of guy you want to provoke.

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. Maybe I'll start a new fashion trend around here," you retort. The man quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your quick wit and unfamiliar accent. Before he has time for another snide remark, you continue.

"Besides, you're one to talk. What's with the bloody knuckles, uh..."

"John," he interrupts you, chuckling softly. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you make the observation, slightly ashamed but determined not to let his tough exterior slip.

"Ah, just a little scuffle. Nothing I couldn't handle- you know how it is."

You think back to the beat-up young man you spotted earlier, putting the pieces together.

"Do you... do you often find yourself in situations like this?"

John's gaze softens, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"More often than I'd like, but it comes with the territory I suppose. Life's rough around the edges, especially for a lad like me." He gives a hollow chuckle.

The urge to pry further tugs at you, but you choose to ignore it. Before you can formulate a response, he regains his confidence and speaks up again.

"Why do you ask? Just curious, or-" he takes a step towards you, "Perhaps you fancy a bad boy, hm?"

You're stunned by John's boldness, beginning to blush as you look up into his half-lidded eyes. At such a distance, you quickly take note of how handsome the young man really is, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way.

"I wouldn't say that, but... is it a crime to be curious about a rugged stranger?"

John shakes his head, amused, and puffs on his cigarette before speaking.

"Well, if you really do want to know more... me band's got a gig tonight down at the Cavern Club. How's about you make an appearance?" he suggests with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes cautiously, wary of his intentions at first, but beyond his bravado you can tell that he's being sincere. You mull the idea over in your mind, finally deciding that your trip back home can wait.

"Perhaps I'll see you there. Unless of course some other charming young man comes to sweep me off my feet in the meanwhile," you tease. "Someone a little less... greasy."

You reach a hand up to ruffle his hair- as much as you can, anyway, with what's left of his hair gel stiffening his locks. John gives you a playful shove and rolls his eyes.

"With that dreadful getup? Fat chance."

He saunters past you as you stammer, furrowing your eyebrows at him in distaste.

"Hey! I... it's... well-"

"I think what you meant to say was, catch you later, handsome."

He winks and struts off down the street, leaving you a flustered mess.

Now I really need to hit the shops.

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paulmcf4rtney · 1 year

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teddy boy george x reader please!! fem reader, maybe paul or john’s sister? lots of fluffy cavern goodness would be much appreciated!! 💗

anon asked for Teddy boy!George x fem reader!!!! THANK U SM FOR THE RQ! <33

definitely gonna go with paul hehe

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-You being the sister of the prettiest boy in school gave you lots of attention, girls asking you for favors, giving you notes to pass n share to your brother, the list goes on.

-Paul always flirted back with the women he talked to, but he had competition with George either way when it came to girls.

-You were so in love with him the more you noticed his presence, which of course made it worse, you couldn’t help it. His smile, his wink.. The way he talked to you like you were the only girl in the world.

-Paul found out about this and gave you a stern talking to, about not to “date boys” and especially NOT GEORGE. It was hypocritical, he could flirt but you couldn’t date a single boy?

-Did you care though? No, no you didn’t. You felt seen for once, and not like a shadow behind your brother. You knew it wasn’t his fault and he was only trying to protect you.

-Either way you were on George’s radar, you both started to get closer (emotionally and physically) to the point you were having dreams about him.

-You talked to him almost every day at this point, before, during and after school. Your brother caught on but you told him nothing would happen.

“Aye, you wanna come by my place? My parents aren’t gonna be home, we can watch a movie.” George whispered to you in class with that thick Liverpool accent that made your body melt.

You nodded, trying not to alert the teacher and get you or him in trouble.

And after-school outside like always you meet up with him, this time you told your brother you had somewhere to be and not to wait up for you, that had raised a little suspicion from Paul but he didn’t want to give you a hard time anymore than he already has.

You were nervous? Sort of? This was the first boy that paid this much attention to you in what felt like forever. You held George’s hand by instinct, you were gonna pull away out of embarrassment but he locked his fingers with yours.

If your face wasn’t red before it was definitely red now. George spoke up again, “My house ain’t too far but I still gotta drive..”

“You have a car???” Surprised, I mean, why wouldn’t you be surprised!? When he walked you out to his vehicle you realized partially why girls liked him so much.. A hot ride and a guitarist at the same time was all he needed to score.

“Yep, a real beauty ain’t she?”

You hummed in response

You got in as he did, strapping in. He started the engine and drove off. You didn’t dare to touch anything or even look at him, you were bad with eye contact when it came to your crushes. (Sucks that Paul decided to always scare them away) But you knew George was different.

He didn’t take shit from anyone, not even your brother. In fact i’m sure he likes the idea that he’s going against Paul. George didn’t say much the whole ride, he put on music though.

You didn’t mind how quiet it was, but you were too deep into your thoughts to realize he had parked the car already, snapping you out by the sound of his voice. “Cmon, i’ll show you inside n’ let you pick out the movie if ye want.” And there was that fucking smile again.

He let you step out of the car, holding your hand again. His hands were very soft just like his voice, he didn’t rush you or try to make a move.. It was nice.

You entered, and his house was actually really pleasing in decorum. His parents definitely raised him well, it showed.

There was blankets folded next to the couch in a basket, pillows perfectly placed on each side.

George kicked his shoes off, so you did the same, he was asking you what you wanted to watch since his parents owned a collection of tapes/movies you looked through them, picking one that happened to be horror.

You both were *almost* cuddled up on the couch under the blankets, until a scary scene came on you jumped and grabbed onto George’s shirt, hiding your face in his chest. You liked scary movies but the scenes still make you jump.

He held you tight and petted your hair, whispering to you that there was nothing to be scared about. “Ya don’t need to be so frightened i’m here, it’s okay.”

You sniffled at his response, opening ur eyes to look at him and that’s when he kisses you. Softly, yet holding back in case you weren’t ready.. But you were ready and knew it.

It felt like a thousand butterflies were in your stomach and chest by how close your faces were.

George didn’t let you go or stopped kissing your head until the movie was over, anytime the movie had a jumpscare he’d hold you tighter. You really have never experienced something like this, it was so comforting.

This was the first step to dating and having George as your own, all to yourself.

“I can drive you home, pretty girl.” He said with that gentle tone again, kissing your lips longer this time, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh shoot yeah, you definitely should.. So, does this mean we’re like.. Dating?” You sprouted the question to him, averting your eyes.

“Guess it does, why else would I be kissing ye?”

You knew you would have to explain to Paul and your parents why you were gone so long, but it would be worth it. So so worth it when you get home. <3

#the beatles #teddy boy george #george harrison x reader #the beatles x reader #fluff #paul mccartney

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johnlennonswifey · 10 months

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Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

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THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

#the beatles #the beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #ringo starr x reader #the beatles imagine #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #brian may x reader #john deacon x reader #roger taylor x reader #queen band

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readandenjoy · 1 year

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Brian May x Male Reader Oneshot! (my first publication that emotion) ((ENGLISH))

Warnings: Overly cute, Brian being too sweet, You're sweet

Brian would definitely be the big spoon, or sometimes you would wake up with his hair all over your face depending on the weather😽

He would definitely wake up around 7 or 8 so he would have time to make you your favorite breakfast (love the kid) and take it to bed (love x2)

When you wake up he would give you a kiss on the mouth and kisses all over your face then would hug you and then you get up and prepare for a tiring day

It depends on the day if you have to do the shopping or stay at home with a very softie Brian

Option 1 (You stay at home with Brian 💗)

After breakfast they would both go to bathe at the same time but don't think ugly things, Brian would be very respectful and would not do anything to you while they bathe unless you ask (ojoporojo 👀)

After bathing and drying off you would put his creams to the hair (I don't know why but I imagine that Brian puts cream in his hair to make it look nice) and if you use some cream for your short hair (if you have short hair obviously) then he would put it on you

Then they would both start cleaning the house while listening to the Beatles, then they would both be very tired and would throw themselves on the sofa to put on a movie and go to sleep again (but only a 30-minute nap).

When they wake up, it will probably be time for a snack (here where I live, snacks are just for a coffee and bread) like the old money that Brian is, he would take you to Starbucks for a snack, and then they would go to a shopping center to buy things and pamper yourself

They would leave around 6 and then go home. In this case, you make dinner and you're kind of in the kitchen, so you'd do your best, but whatever Brian wants, he'll eat whatever you make. For him, that would be the most delicious in the world (Even though he was pooped)

After that they would both get ready to sleep (because I feel that Brian is a man who goes to sleep at 9 😨) They would put on their shared teddy pajamas and go to sleep

-B: Good night my love～

-M/n: Good night Bri ♡

Option 2 (Brian goes with the boys and you stay at home) ❤️

First, if it's cold, you would put Brian's knitted scarf for you (what a nice gesture) and then you would say goodbye to him with a soft kiss and then go back inside and fall asleep for another little while

After waking up you would get ready to do the monthly shopping, grab a lot of fruit and of course a lot of grapefruit (I saw that May's favorite fruit was grapefruit so) you would pay and immediately go home because of the great cold of London

After putting everything away, you would go to the boys to listen to their practices and gossip a bit with Freddie, who annoyed you by saying that you are more Gay than himself, since you and Brian cannot spend a minute without hugging or kissing.

It should be clarified that Brian was never afraid of success and made his relationship public, which most of his fans took well and the others (those who took it badly) go to hell ♡

After you finish their practices and your ears are blessed by their songs, you would hug everyone goodbye and go home with Brian.

Then they would do the whole routine of bathing and putting on a cream and now if they go to sleep

I hope you liked my first publication, just to clarify that English is not my first language and I do fanfics in Spanish but I modify it in the google translator lol, in fact what I am writing I am also translating anyway make requests beautiful people (please) 💖😿

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warnersister · 2 years

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John Lennon - Valentine’s

John Lennon x Reader

Paul McCartney - Valentine’s

Ringo Starr - Valentine’s

George Harrison - Valentine’s

The Beatles Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, use of the words: whore, slut, fuck, bloody, etc.

You first met John when he was in the Quarrymen.

During his phase where he was a wanna-be teddy boy.

It was actually your mother who answered the door.

“(Y/n) that John lad is here!”

You could almost hear his scoff - primarily going by ‘Johnny’.

You rolled you eyes, and trudged down the stairs.

When you got there, your mum left the two of you alone.

“I’m taking you out.”

He told you, puffing at his dying cigarette.

You almost closed the door in his face, almost.

He stuck his foot in the doorway.

“Come on baby, we’re going.”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“And if I don’t want to?”

He didn’t answer, simply stamping in his cigarette, and pulling you over his shoulder, smacking your arse lightly.

“Nice view.”

“John Winston Lennon, put me down.”

He ignored you, closing the open door to your home.

“Bye Mrs (L/n)!” He had shouted to your mum, then proceeded to carry you until you finally forfeited.

“Put me down, please?”

“You give up?”

Sighing, you agreed, and he stood you onto the pavement, but pulled you into his embrace; his arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

John lit another cigarette, pulling you along with him.

Now don’t get me wrong, you were head over heels for John Lennon.

But you were almost certain he thought of you as yet another one of those ‘groupies’, one of the whores he could play around with and then kick to the kerb.

You weren’t going to allow yourself to he hurt, so you pushed him away.

“Where we going, Johnny?”

You asked, begrudgingly.

He pulled something from his pocket, a slip of paper.

“First row tickets to the Quarrymen, love.”

He smirked at you, causing you to huff.

When you got to The Cavern Club, you sat in your seat (as instructed).

Of course, there was a growing crowd of rowdy, desperate girls around your age, ready to get on their knees.

You knew every song they were singing, because even if he though you were one of the whores, you were going to be a decent one.

‘ReHeArSaL’. Their newest album.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He licked his bottom lip flirtatiously, eyeing everyone in the crowd.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, today this is dedicated to a special little lady in the crowd.”

He made eye contact with you, and you didn’t know what to feel.

They played songs like:

‘In Spite Of All The Danger’,

‘That’ll Be The Day’,

‘I’ll Follow The Sun’,

‘Hello Little Girl’,

Songs like that.

Towards the end of their set, they played your personal favourite: ‘The One After 909’.

And the entire time, he never took his eyes off of you.

“Now, this final song ain’t even ours, so thank you Mr Presley.”

‘Mean Woman Blues’

You shook your head, enjoying the sound of John Lennon’s voice.

“Kiss so hard, she bruise my lips.”

Certain aspects of the song he sang to you. As if he was trying to tell you something, but the idea in your mind that he didn’t give a fuck about you still stuck in your mind.

Alcohol was shared around after the gig, somehow you ended up in his lap, trying to stop him binge drinking, and smoking cigarette after cigarette.

“It’s getting late, I should go home.” You told him, trying to pry yourself away from his hands.

John creased his eyebrows.

“Baby it’s four o’clock.”

He showed you the broken watch face on his wrist.

“Look, I just gotta get home.”

He’d followed you as you walked out of the Club, grabbing your wrist in the process.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

Somehow, you just snapped.

“What’s wrong? I don’t fucking know, John. Maybe it’s because one day you act like I don’t exist and have another one of your whores hanging off of your shoulder, and the next day you perform a song for me and literally hanging off of my hips. I’m not another one of your whores, John Lennon.”

He seemed very taken aback. And I mean, very, very taken aback.

You see, John was in love with you. He only hung out with those desperate girls to try and get over you. You were perfect, the woman he dreamed of. He certainly didn’t think of you as one of his whores, more like his wife. John never meant to make you feel unwanted. For God’s sake, the man needed you.

It took him a moment to run after you, turning you and crashing his lips onto your own.

You tried to push him away, but he just held you face tighter in his arms.

“(Y/n) I love you,”

You stopped struggling for a moment, staring up at him with those big, doleful, tearful eyes of yours which he loved so dearly.

He wiped your running mascara from under your eyes gently.

“Don’t cry princess. I need you. I love you for God’s sake. You’re the one person I need in my life. You are my life. Darling I would never even dream of thinking of you as one of those sluts in the bar. You’re special.” He poured his heart out, his own eyes tearing up as he spoke.

You laughed dryly, sniffing.

“You have a funny way of showing it, John Lennon.”

You pulled away.

“Marry me.”

He blurted out, causing you to stop in your tracks. His words surprised both you, and himself.

“What did you say?”

Shit, this wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. But he was certain he was going to loose you if he didn’t.

He lowered himself onto his left knee, as you approached him once more.

John fumbled with the box in his pocket, holding it out with his right hand.

“Marry me, please. This isn’t the way I wanted to do it. I was gonna ask you later actually. But baby, I need you. I want to be with you forever. Marry me.” He said, sincerely.

In the box, a tiny little diamond. The one his grandfather proposed to his grandmother with in The Great War.

“We’re sixteen, John.” You told him, with wide eyes.

He just shrugged, holding the ring further out to you.

“Marry me, (Y/n).”

“You’re fucking crazy, John Lennon.”

He just stared at you, waiting for an answer.

“L-look, if you don’t want to I understand-” He stuttered, but you cut him off.

“Yes.”

He looked at you, wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Yes. I will marry you.”

He picked you up and spun you around, slipping the ring onto your finger gently, ferociously pushing his lips against his own.

“My Mrs Lennon.”

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ringstarrr · 2 years

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So please, please me

summary: reader doesn't have a date to the ball

paring: teddy boy!george harrison x fem!reader

warnings: a little bit of cursing, underage drinking and slightly nsfw towards the end

author's note: this is my first george imagine, i hope it turned out alright. you can ask me requests for the beatles if you want :)

It was the night I had dreaded all week, if not the whole month. The school ball. It was the one subject my classmates and close friends wouldn't shut up about, my girlfriends going for hours on which dress would make their date go head over heels, discussing how they were all asked in such cute and adorable ways by their crushes.

And I had no one. I was going alone.

Okay, it was partly my fault as well. I didn't ask anyone and it wasn't like I was desperate to get a date, but it sure was depressing to notice my friends had a whole line of boys waiting to ask them out, while all the boys at our school seemed to run away from me.

I had a bit of a reputation. Not that I was a well-known troublemaker or rebel of any kind. I was too fucking shy for my own liking, and it didn't go nicely by my colleagues' eyes that I was top of our class. People thought I was a snobby, arrogant asshole. And well, as I got older and puberty hit, I noticed men are scared of any woman that might seem (and most times is) smarter than them.

Misogynistic bullshit, but it still bothered me. I wanted to experience all those things my friends were having since the beginning of high school - the whole flirtatious shebang. I imagined way too often how it would be like to look at someone in a Marilyn Monroe fashion, my eyelashes batting slowly as I slip my hand closer to theirs with a smile on my face. Or how it would be like to walk holding hands with my head on their shoulder, to caress their hair as they kiss my neck...

But there was no use to imagine it.

Most times I would picture these scenarios with George, my partner in Chemistry. The teacher had us paired up so I could help him boost his grades since he was always drawing guitars on the back of his notebook instead of paying attention to class.

He was breathtaking. His sharp cheekbones and fangs were so amusing that way too often I found myself wanting to run a finger over his face. Dark yet soft eyes with long beautiful eyelashes and thick eyebrows. George didn't smile much, but when he did, my stomach would do backflips and I had to hide a smile every time he would crack a joke or a sarcastic comment.

He was out of this world. He even looked like a movie character with his teddy-boy look, leather jacket, tight jeans and hair gelled back in what I overheard Paul and his friends describe one time as "a fucking turban" when I passed by them on the hallway. And to make things harder for me, George was so lovely.

George had always treated me so nicely, even before Chemistry class brought us closer, acknowledging and making sure to greet me every time he noticed my presence. At least once a week, he would make cute remarks on how grateful he was for me helping him with school work.

"There's no need to thank me, George. The work's all yours."

"But I wouldn't have done it without you, love."

As we grew closer, George began calling me by anything but my first name when his friends weren't around. They were mostly inside jokes, but now and then, George would drop a "love" and "sweetheart" as if it was nothing. And it felt so right every time he did.

And suddenly I noticed I was falling for him as he opened up more and more and showed me a softer side. Even though he was this sweet boy, he would put up this bad guy persona to gain respect - from other men, but it also attracted girls, and I always pushed the jealousy down my throat when seeing girls drool over him at The Cavern.

I wished I had asked George, but it wasn't so simple. We were both very shy to even touch the love life topic yet, and whenever the conversation would lead to that, George would stutter away the topic and I was as red as a traffic light. I knew he was going to the ball but I prayed if he had a date I wouldn't be anywhere near them. The last thing I needed was to see him all over some other girl.

Staring at my image in the mirror, I frowned fixing my pair of glasses and the hair I tried to style. A pastel yellow dress hugged my figure, going down to my knees and covering my shoulders with puffy short sleeves, my mother's pair of white stilettos on my feet. I put on some makeup, mainly eyeliner and mascara, a bright shade of red on my lips.

I didn't feel good, cursing myself as a sudden urge to cry crept over me. I only wanted somebody to notice me for who I was, not because I looked nice. Knowing the boys at school, I knew they would compliment me like they never do, and that made me feel way worse.

Sniffing and holding back tears, I sighed looking back at the mirror.

"At least I will dance and have a drink", I thought out loud, hoping one of my girlfriends would bring alcohol inside their purse for me to get my mind off, especially off of George.

I had convinced myself he only treated me nicely so I would help him, and that he shared everyone's opinion of me. I began thinking he didn't actually see me and thought I was horrible. I was fucking paranoid. Sure, I hadn't asked him to the ball, but why didn't he? I know he's timid, but he would have told me if he had a date, right?

I approached the school building, hearing music blasting from the gym. As I walked towards it, I was reminded all the way I was alone - couples eating each other's faces in the hallways, and I giggled to myself thinking what might be going down the bleachers.

I rapidly found my friends, and one of them had a small bottle of water with vodka inside their purse. She offered me a sip, and I gladly took a long one, sighing as it burned my tongue.

"(y/n), aren't you here with George?" She asked, taking a sip herself, eyes mindlessly looking for her date. My eyes shot a little at the question, eyebrows high.

"No, I'm not," I answered with confusion taking over my voice. "Why did you think I was?"

"I don't know, maybe because you two have clearly taken a liking to one another", she said with a laugh. "Paul told me George is all over you, so I thought he asked you." I was taken aback, shocked, thinking the loud music was making me hear things.

"Paul told you what?!" I asked, but I was just so out of it with the information that my happiness was evident. She giggled, shaking her head at me.

"You better make a move, then," she finished with a smirk, pointing her head towards something behind me. Rather someone.

George had arrived with Paul by his side, chatting away next to the stage, the colourful punch drink the school had made in his hand. With a small pat on my back encouraging me, my friend went to her find her date. I took a deep breath and started walking in the boys' direction, and I caught George's reaction when he saw me.

After widening his eyes, blinking hard a few times and with cheeks flushed, he smiled with all teeth, shaking his hand at me. I felt my legs melt with every step.

"Hi, boys," I was smiling lightly, trying my best to play it cool and pretend I wasn't trembling. It seemed to work since both turned to greet me like usual.

"Love, you look stunning!" Paul said, pulling me into a quick hug. With an embarrassed laugh, I pulled away, still smiling. Paul was and has always been a flirt, and from the corner of my eye, I swear I saw George clench his jaw.

"It's true. You do look good, (y/n)," George said with a small smile, comforting and inviting, yet his eyes told a whole different story. I couldn't point out what emotions were in them, but they looked like a mixture of sadness and regret. That little voice in the back of my head saying he was regretting being seen with me, but I tried my best to ignore it.

"Well, thank you", I smiled, batting my eyelashes at him like I have pictured so many times. His blush became more intense. My stomach was filled with butterflies.

Scratching the back of his head, eyes wandering between his friend and me, Paul awkwardly coughed. "Think I'm going to have a chat with the lads over there, but see you later, (y/n)." He excused himself to go to the band on the stage, taking advantage of their little break to get a hand of the bass and talk to them, not before winking at George, who laughed nervously.

"I never thought you would really come in a suit," I began with a large grin, "you are very handsome, Geo". He beamed, smiling. With that, I moved closer.

"I wanted to come in leather, but Paul convinced me this was a special occasion." He continued softly, "and just to be clear, you look fucking incredible, love." It was my turn to blush.

A slow song started to play, both of our eyes flickering to the stage, seeing Paul playing the bass, which made us share a giggle.

"Can I have this dance?" George asked, stretching his hand for me. I nodded, taking it in mine, feeling like I was about to burst.

"Isn't your date going to be mad to find you like this?" I asked, my voice little above a whisper, feeling one of his hands go up to rub circles on my back.

George led me to the dancefloor with all the dancing couples, putting his other hand on my waist. Instinctively my hand went to his shoulder.

We swayed to the music, my head eventually laying on his chest as the band progressed to play a selection of ballads on a row, George's hands now on the small of my back and mine hugging him by the neck. I wanted so hard to kiss him but decided against it.

"I don't have a date, darling," he retorted with the same tone. "I wish I had asked somebody so I could make this night all special for them, but I'm a fucking idiot." George laid his head on mine, and I began playing with the little hairs at the nape of his gelled hair.

"I don't have one either, so we can spend the night together. What do you say?" I lifted my head just in time to catch him smiling at me.

"Is this even a question?" His hand left my back to move a hair strand behind my ear, still smiling. I decided to risk a move and closed the small gap between us, pecking his lips. When I moved back, a scared look on my face, George's hand was once more on my back, bringing me close to him, kissing me properly.

The kiss wasn't eager. It was calm and we both liked to take our time with it, deepening more and more as it went. My hands moved up his hair, tangling in the gel and messing his perfect quiff, but it didn't matter. The only thing that did was George biting my lower lip and smiling against my lips.

"Sorry I didn't ask you to be my date," he whispered, glueing our foreheads together. "I still can make your night special, right?" I pecked his lips again.

"It's special already, Georgie", I whispered back, my nose brushing against his neck as I tried to hold him tightly, which made him giggle.

"Love," he said below a whisper, right in my ear, sending shivers up and down my body. "I want to make you feel good and loved", he said between little kisses at the back of my ear, my cheek and down my neck. My legs were shaking just at that.

Before I could respond, George took me by the hand and led me to below the bleachers, and it was surprising to notice no one was there either smoking or snogging. He sat down on the floor and patted his tight, smiling softly at me.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said when I didn't move. I was back to my shocked state, a nervous wreck. I managed to move and sit on his tight, yet I still was tense. George hugged me by the waist, playing with my hair.

"I'm just nervous... I haven't done much before... anything, actually..." I spoke softly, scared he would make fun of me. Instead, he looked concerned and cupped my face lovingly, a smile on his lips.

"There's no need to be embarrassed by that. If you don't like it, we can always stop". I nodded and George moved his head towards my neck, leaving a trace of kisses and love bites up my jaw, eventually starting to suck lightly on the skin.

"Good to know you have been thinking about me like that too, love."

Gripping his shoulder and hair for dear life as I was a little moaning mess.

"You are better than I imagined," I purred, feeling him smile against my neck.

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here-comes-the-moon · 2 years

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masterlist

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George Harrison

i dream of you, almost every night

chapter one

chapter two

d’ye smoke?

chapter one

chapter two

one shots

i never meant to hurt you

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cherryhunty · 3 years

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Behave

Teddy Boy John Lennon x Reader Smut

"anything with teddy boy john pleaseee 💘 love your account btw!"

Thank you, darling! Sorry if this is shitty lol

Anyways let's sin sisters

"Why the fuck were you talking to him?" Asked your boyfriend John grabbing your arm "Taking to who?" You scorned squirming to get out of John's grip "That bloody wanker!" Said John irritated "Oh him?" You said in a mockingly innocent tone of voice "He isn't anybody you need to worry about, Johnny." You said a smirk appearing on your face before attempting to turn away. John, who still had you by your arm pulled you in closer to him.

"Say that hurts a little bit," You said looking down at Johns's hand "And you don't like to be hurt do ya'" Said John with a slight chuckle to his voice "Oh I don't know," You said moving your face closer to Johns

"It's kinda fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit"

"Christ" Muttered John before pulling you into the alleyway "So this is the way you want it, hm?" Said John pushing you up against the brick wall and putting both hands above your head. You laughed nodding your head "Use your words sweetheart" Said John wrapping his hand around your throat "Yes" You moaned out, already turned on

"I'll make you behave" Said John before letting go of you to pull down his pants "Knees," He said looking down at you, making your insides go wild with just one command. "You're such a slut" John scoffed before shoving his length into your mouth "Shit," He said closing his eyes in bliss

You bobbed your head back in forth while John said the most filthiest words. "Goddamnit, stand up," Said John with a sigh pulling out of your mouth

John shoved you up against the wall again, letting out a groan as he shoved himself into you. You screamed out John's name "Quiet love," John said "Don't want anyone to think I'm murdering ye'" He said going at a steady pace

John looked at the mascara staining your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin, completely wrecking you. He looked at you in the eyes as you made the dirtiest noises ever. "My pretty little angel," He said putting his hand on your cheek, while speeding up.

You moaned loudly, as John began to kiss, leave love bites, and hickeys on your neck. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, almost there. "See this what you dirty sluts get" Cursed John into your neck, his scouse accent coming out. You whined as John pulled out of you.

"Come on love let's get you cleaned up," Said John zipping up his pants "But I-" "I know baby," John said with a wink wrapping his arm around you as you walked down the empty street.

Let's just say John made it up to you later.

Made it up so much you couldn't walk...

#beatles smut #john lennon smut #teddy boy john lennon smut #the beatles × reader #beatles x reader #john lennon x reader

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mimikyugirl · 3 years

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Sneaking In

.Reader sneaks into John's room in the middle of the night. .GN!Reader x John Lennon.

Word Count: 1K

A light rain fell throughout the day, causing the asphalt to shimmer and the grass to cling uncomfortably to your leg.

When you and John had arranged to see each other for the night, he gave you his leather jacket, ensuring it would protect you from the cold until he could do it himself.

You didn't have to sneak out of your house, at least. Your mother worked the late-night shift at the hospital. She wouldn't be back until morning and the plan was that you wouldn't too.

All the lights in the house were off, all the windows were closed, but John had already said that would happen.

From the street, you heard a distant bark and the sound of some laughter in the back street. You hoped that no one passing would see cigarette smoke rising from behind the bush.

You patiently waited for the signal, hiding in John's garden.

"I hope he doesn't fall asleep and forget about me here" You thought, considering whether or not to light a new cigarette.

As soon as you pulled your lighter out of the pocket and placed the cigarette to your lips, you saw it. The sign.

John's bedroom window opened slowly and he appeared in the darkness of the room.

He waved at you with a smile on his face and gestured for you to be quiet while pointing to the path you would need to take to get up there.

The goal was for you to make it up to John's room without anyone in Mendips knowing what was going on.

With a mischievous smile on your face, you put away your cigarette and started walking towards the tree in front of the house.

It's not like it's the first time you've needed to do something like this, but you've never done it anywhere but your own home.

Your feet were light and moved fast. Your hands used the branches as a ladder deftly, not even causing the leaves to do more than a slight rustle.

Once you've reached John's window height, you grabbed one of his outstretched hands and carefully jumped into his room.

As soon as he let go of your hand, John started to close the window again. You shook the water off your hands and made a failed attempt to fix your hair "Was it okay getting here? I swear, Mimi took ages to go to sleep" He whispered, when you were already held in his arms "It's almost like she knew something was about to happen."

"It must be 'cause you don't know how to lie" You said, nudging John's nose and pulling a slight smile from him "She must have seen right through you."

"But at least it worked and now..." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which shifted to your nose, until it finally landed on your lips "You're here with me."

You smiled, your fingers were buried in John's hair and the whole room seemed to smell the same as him.

Your eyes drifted away from John and traveled a little around the room. Lit only by the streetlights, the room was bursting with art pasted on the walls and poetry books lying on the floor.

You walked through the bedroom. It was a short, square room with one wall taken up by a simple wardrobe and John's bed positioned on the opposite wall. John's guitar sat near the door, on top of a pile of books.

Some unfinished drawings of John were taped near the window.

As you took in every detail, John was already sitting up in bed, his legs bent in a way that looked uncomfortable, but his face following your every move. He looked almost pleased that you were snooping around.

"Are ya going to lie there watching me walk through your things?" The question seemed to wake John from a dream, and he reclined a little more on the bed, his white shirt lifting slightly in the belly area, causing your eyes to travel in other directions now.

"It just feels good to have you around" He said, his smile sinking into an expression of comfort.

It's the first time you've entered John's room, but it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Your attention fell on the drawings that were near the door.

A scrawled drawing of Paul holding the bass and Mimi sitting next to a giant flower. John's mind was very well allocated in that room.

You started walking towards the bed when you saw a small piece of paper taped to John's wardrobe.

"I don't want to kiss you goodbye, only to kiss you goodnight"*

You scribbled this in John's notebook the night you guys kissed for the first time.

"I can't believe you keep this" You said surprised, looking again at John on the bed.

"That old thing?" He said, unconcerned "Oh yeah. The girl I liked gave it to me one day and I've been dreaming about it ever since, y'know."

He sat with his legs dangling from the bed. You took one last look around you. John's jacket hanging by the door, the mirror covered in the corner, and a picture of the two of you sitting on the pier.

You took a few steps until you were positioned between John's legs and could look into his eyes.

He was smiling as he shifted his eyes to your lips, silently asking for a kiss.

You kissed him, sinking deeper into John's body, into his reality and the delicious smell he had.

"This isn't the goodnight kiss, I hope you know" You said, leaning over him on the bed and letting your coat fall to the floor "That one will still take a few hours to happen."

John easily took off the white t-shirt he was wearing before you were lying together.

He smiled between kisses and looked purely happy when he said "I hope your goodnight kiss only comes with the sun, Y/N. Until then, I want only you."

When the room already had the blue glow of dawn and your bodies were glued together, protected only by the covers, John still let one of his hands walk around your waist.

"Perfect, you know?" You almost didn't hear what he said. John's voice was husky and low, tickling your neck.

"You are, John. I think so too" The answer took a smile from John and he pulled you closer "I was talking about having you here" He whispered.

"Oh yeah. That too."

You turned to kiss him again, knowing the time to say goodbye was near.

As soon as you parted your lips from John's, he whispered "I love you", soft enough that you could think you were dreaming. Maybe you were, but if this was a dream, you would enjoy it a little longer. You would melt into John one more time before you needed to figure out how to make your way back to the garden without Mimi, who at this point seemed to be watering the flowers, seeing you.

*That's Hemingway's, not mine :)

#the beatles #john lennon #fanfic #the beatles imagine #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles x reader #john lennon imagine #john lennon x reader #60s couples #teddy boy #y/n x john lennon #gn!reader #gn!reader x john lennon

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sgt-peppers-lonely-writer · 4 years

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Where Is Your Boy- John Lennon

Pairing: John Lennon x reader

Words: 1109

Plot: (requested by @courage-grace-rose) You and John have been friends since you were little and one day at school John's friends decide to have a little fun until John steps up to them.

Warnings: bullying

A/N: OH BOY MY FIRST REQUEST I SERIOUSLY WROTE THIS AS FAST AS I COULD BECAUSE I WAS SOO EXCITED AND I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED (also when thinking of a title the first thing I thought of was Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy by Fall Out Boy...)

He was known around school as the most troublesome boy that ever was. He always was like that: playing pranks on people, talking back to the teacher, getting into fights ever since you knew him since you were five.

Now you and John Lennon were in high school and let's say it hasn't been like previous years. John was still your friend but he also had a different group who were as mischievous as him. John and his group would pass you in the hallway, the other boys would sneer at you while John grinned and waved. You knew that they didn't like you and wouldn't do anything unless John was around.

And one day John wasn't around.

You were minding your business outside of school, reading a book while sitting on the grass and waiting for John to get out of detention since he wrote a rather inappropriate note just for the math teacher, when the group of boys surrounded you. You looked up at them and smiled, "Are you waiting on John too?"

"Not exactly," one smiled evilly as you put in your bookmark. "John isn't here to save you now."

Another boy grabbed your book and started to rip the pages out of it while two held you back. The leader, the one who spoke to you first decided to go through your bag. You struggled against the two boys, trying to free yourself but they were much stronger than you.

"Lookie here! A journal?!" He snickered as he pulled out a leather binded book. You mentally groaned as you forgot that you placed it in your bag.

"Stop!" You yelled as you tried again to fight against the boys. The leader untied the little ribbon and flipped through it.

"Dear diary," he mocked as he read a page. "I got accepted into choir, isn't that exciting! John's always talking about starting a band so maybe I can sing a few songs with him."

The boys around you started laughing and some of them made some retching noises. Tears were brought to your eyes as you realized that John wasn't here to save you.

"Dear diary," he mocked again, "Tonight was supposed to be some big important dance but I didn't go. I snuck over to Aunt Mimi's and John and I stayed up in his room-"

"Please stop it! Stop!" You cried out.

"-joking about books and music. I've never realized how nice his laugh was or how his eyes sparkled in the light. John has his special little quirks that makes him so unique. He's been my best friend since we were little and I still learn about him more and more each day. That's why I fell in love with-"

"Let her go!" Someone yelled and everyone looked up and saw John, looking rather pissed off.

The two boys holding you immediately dropped you, sending you falling to the ground. You quickly wiped your tears before anyone saw.

"We were just having fun, weren't we, (Y/N)?"

"You call that fun?! She's crying for Christ's sake! They were holding her still!"

"Yeah, all fun and games," the boy smirked. "Besides, I don't understand how your friends with her, did you know that the bitch's in lo-"

John snapped and grabbed the collar of the one who had your diary, making him drop the book out of fear, "Get out before I bash your fucking bloody face in!"

The boys scattered and your diary was page down in the grass. The pages of your reading book were flying across the school yard and your stuff was tossed everywhere.

You stayed on the ground, trying to collect yourself as John quickly went to gather the torn pages from the book. You saw his shoes and you looked up at him, your face red and blotchy.

"I'm sure you can get another copy somewhere, but it's nice to have the pages just in case."

"Thanks," you sniffed while gathering the pages from his hand. You looked back down and skimmed through the pages, trying to put them in order, but you were really just avoiding John. If he heard what you wrote about him...

His shoes disappeared and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. He probably was headed back to Aunt Mimi's or going to beat up the boys who did this to you. You wanted nothing more than to just be alone right now.

But your breath stopped again as the leather bounded book was handed to you, the page still open. At the bottom was a little sketch you drew of John after you admitted your feelings to a book. You quickly swiped it and stood up, trying to gather everything and put it in your bag.

"(Y/N), wait-" he spoke up as you finally put everything in your bag.

"I'm sorry my mom is waiting for me, I'm late for supper. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" You said quickly while not even looking at him. You went to run but he grabbed your wrist.

"No, let me walk you home."

"John, seriously, I have to go."

He glared at you and you had no choice but to let him walk you home. So you both walked down the street, neither of you saying a word.

He knew, you thought, he knew and he's going to hate you after this. He was going to walk you home and then never talk to you again. Years of friendship wasted all because you caught feelings.

"Did they hurt you?" John asked, trying to start a conversation.

"No," you muttered softly. "Not really."

"I really hope that you can find a new book. I know it was a favorite of yours."

"John, it's ok, really."

You both remained silent until you got to your house.

"Thank you for saving me back there. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," you told him.

Before you could leave he leaned down and kissed you gently. You were taken aback by this because you weren't expecting it at all.

He pulled away and ruffled your hair with a faint smile. "I always had feelings for you, birdie. Besides, you're obvious about who you fancy."

"What?" You whispered, still shocked by it all.

"(Y/N), I may be failing calculus but I'm not exactly stupid. Here, take this, I think they know not to mess you you anymore."

John slipped off his jacket and put it in your hands. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And he walked next door to where he lived. You stayed outside and John gave you a wink before going inside.

#the beatles #the beatles imagine #john lennon x reader #john lennon #teddy boy john #teddy boy john lennon

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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Imagine: exploring an abandoned building with teddy!John!

It's late on a school night and your family is all asleep, and a straight A student like yourself should be as well

Buuuuuut, you promised your teddy boy boyfriend that you'd go out with him tonight

Before you're left to wait too long, the familiar sound of stones bouncing off your window grabs your attention

Without a moment to waste, you throw your window open, quietly of course, and John helps you down

He spins you around and gives you a quick, rough kiss of greeting

After brief hellos, you hop into his car and he takes you off into the night

You ask where you two are going, but he mischievously assures you it's a surprise

Somehow that just makes you even more nervous...

....A feeling the becomes fully realised when John parks in the rotting parking lot of an abandoned industrial factory

He scrounges a flashlight out of the back seat, then comes around to let you out

With the judgment only a teenager in love could manage, you hesitantly agree to go through with this

The interior space is dark and infinite, with huge, decaying pieces of machinery coming in and out of the corners of your eyes

You snuggle into John's side for comfort, ignoring his teasing

After a few minutes of this John slips away to explore something quite dangerous looking

You stay behind, growing exponentially more worried as the lonely seconds tick by

Of course, this is when John jumps out of the shadows to scare you

Needless to say you scream and trip to the ground over your own feet

While John howls with laughter, you burst into tears, having quite had it with this whole ordeal

Plus your knee feels a bit scraped, so not helping

At the sound and sight of your tears, and as though the thought that this might not be fun for you had never crossed his mind, John concernedly asks if you're alright

With the admission that, no, of course you're not, John hands you his torch and carries you on his strong back all the way to the car

The drive back is too silent for john's liking

As you pull up outside your parents house, John follows you up the short lawn to your window

"I'm sorry you got hurt"

The look you give all but screams "and...?"

"...and for being an arse"

Satisfied, you forgive him, a playful begrudgingness to your voice

After a quick kiss and with a bit of help, you manage to limp through your window

"see you tomorrow love? Maybe just, after class... like usual?"

John looks genuinely worried you might say no

You huff a laugh

Ah, your tough teddy boy and his secret, sensitive heart. Sometimes you forget about the real John under all his elaborate tough guy acts

You roll your eyes and lean out for a kiss that's just the right amount of teasing and reassuring

John smiles brightly, relieved at your answer before you go your seperate ways

Perhaps next time he'll try flowers and a movie to impress you instead

#beatles imagines #the beatles #john lennon #teddy!john #beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #highschool au #teddy boys

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lick-me-lennon22 · 21 days

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Teddy Boy!John Lennon X Modern!Reader - Smoke & Serendipity 🚬 (Part 2)

(thank you all for the overwhelming amount of love and praise for Smoke & Serendipity!! I hope this continuation lives up to your expectations 💕 enjoy!)

As John's figure disappears down the bustling streets, you're left standing in the alleyway, unable to shake the feeling of excitement and uncertainty swirling in your mind. The invitation to his band's gig at the Cavern Club hangs in the air, tempting you with the promise of adventure in this unfamiliar era.

You glance down at your attire once more, realizing that if you're going to fit in at this gig, you'll need a drastic wardrobe change. With determination powering every step, you set off to find the nearest clothing store, navigating the winding streets with a newfound sense of purpose. The sights and sounds of 1950s Liverpool flood your senses, fueling your excitement for the night ahead.

After what feels like an eternity of searching, you finally stumble upon a quaint boutique tucked away in a corner of the city. The bell above the door chimes as you step inside, greeted by the scent of mothballs and starched fabric. Rows of vintage clothing line the racks, each piece seemingly plucked straight from the pages of a decades-old magazine.

As you sift through the hangers and peruse the displays, your eyes land on a striking ensemble that catches your attention: a sleek leather jacket paired with tailored trousers and a fitted blouse. Eager to try it on, you gather the pieces and head to the fitting room, more than ready to shed your outdated attire in favor of something more fitting for the era.

Emerging from the stall, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the dusty mirror and marvel at the transformation before you. The leather jacket fits like a second skin, the trousers hugging your frame in all the right places. With a satisfied smile, you pay for your new digs and step out onto the street, feeling like a different person entirely.

With your confidence renewed and your wardrobe updated, you set off once more in search of the Cavern Club, keen to make the most of your unexpected journey through time. You find yourself wondering what adventures await you at the club, and what role John and his band will play in your journey back to the present.

Anticipation builds as you approach the venue, the neon lights of the city illuminating your path ahead. With each step, you can feel the energetic atmosphere around you, the pulse of rock 'n' roll echoing through the air.

Stepping inside the dimly-lit club, the sound of live music spills out into the streets and you're greeted by the sight of a packed crowd, swaying to its rhythm. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of stale beer, adding to the gritty charm of the underground venue.

You push your way through the throngs of people, scanning the crowd for any sign of John. Finally, you spot him in the corner of the room, his unmistakable silhouette illuminated by the glow of the stage lights.

Making your way over to him, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. You catch his eye, offering a small wave and smile as he greets you with a sly grin of his own.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up," he teases, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

"I couldn't resist," you reply, raising your voice to be heard over the din. "Besides, I just had to see what all the fuss was about."

John chuckles and nods toward the stage, where his bandmates are now tuning their instruments in preparation for their set.

"Just wait until you hear us play." Smug confidence is evident in his voice, that much is obvious- but just underneath, you swear you can detect the smallest hint of anxiety.

"We're going to blow your mind."

As the band takes the stage and launches into their first song, you find yourself swept up in the electrifying energy of the performance. The pure passion and talent demonstrated in their music resonate deeply with you, transcending the boundaries of time and space. John's voice cuts through the noise, raw and unfiltered, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Enchanted by the pulsing beat of the drums and the warmth of the crowd, you feel more alive than you ever have before.

Lost in the music and company, you forget, if only for a moment, about the pressing question of how to return to your own time. For now, you're content to simply live in the present (or rather, the past), embracing the adventure and spontaneity of your unexpected journey. But as the final chords fade away and the lights come up, reality comes crashing back down around you.

With a heavy heart, you make your way toward the exit, the echoes of the music still ringing in your ears. But as you step out into the cool night air, a voice calls out from behind you.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?"

John's voice cuts through the darkness and shakes you from your train of thought. You turn to face him, a bittersweet smile playing at your lips.

"I... I have to go," you sigh, your voice wavering with uncertainty. But when you ponder your situation a moment longer, you come to the realization that you haven't considered where you're going to sleep - if you're even able to with everything weighing on your mind.

John snaps you back to attention with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Sure ya don't! It's Friday night, after all. Unless you just aren't interested in me, which I can't imagine is true." He takes a step closer and quirks an eyebrow at you, awaiting your reply to his bold suggestion.

"Is this your way of inviting me back to your place?"

He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant but secretly hoping you'll accept. You consider the possibility - on one hand, it's another night away from your own time. But on the other, you still have no clue how you'll get back to the present. And in the meantime, a comfy bed and a roof over your head would be nice.

"If so... sure. Why not?" You smile and look to John, whose face lights up as you finally your decision.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?"

John takes your hand in his and pulls you along behind him. You stumble over your own feet as you try to match his pace, giggling all the while.

Though the path back to your own time remains uncertain, you can't help but feel hopeful, reinvigorated with a newfound sense of belonging in this unfamiliar era.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #beatles imagines #the beatles x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #john lennon imagines #teddy beatles #teddy boy john lennon #teddy boy #1950s #LMLBeatles

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paulmcf4rtney · 1 year

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could i request a teddy boy john x reader 🥺 maybe going on a cute date?

Anon asked for Teddy boy!John x reader, TYSM FOR THE REQ! <3 i hope you like it! (i saw this req a lil late 😔)

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-You started dating John a week ago or so, your relationship with him is a little rocky, but you’re both wildly in love.

-But John being John, he’s the jealous type. He won’t even let another boy look at you let alone touch you.

-He’s had his eye on you for quite some time, checking you out. Meaningless flirting at first.

-But then it came to touching.. God, his touches always sent shivers right up your spine.

-You liked seeing someone like him chase after you, always at a fingertips reach.

-You like bad boys, what is there more to say?

-He was a troublesome, feared, protective and nonetheless attractive man.

-(And also cute with the way he carried a guitar around all the time)

-John brought up the idea of a date, he was going to secure this relationship one way or another.

“So, baby, since we’re dating, I think we should go on a *real* date, not just stickin’ around n’ hiding from your parents whenever I come over.” John said, lighting a cigarette, his back leaning against the wall outside of the school you both went to.

You almost forgot about how your parents treated him, they didn’t like your boyfriend all that much, they scoffed at your relationship whenever you brought it up but you didn’t care. You were in love and that’s all that matters. You would run away with him if you could.

“Really?.. I dunno, John, you wanna make that commitment?” You played and teased. It was obvious you wanted to, by the look in your eyes n biting your lip ever so slightly.

“Yeah really, I wouldn’t be sayin this if I wasn’t serious. Besides, ya wanna go with me don’t you?” He cooed, his fingers gently caressing and lifting your chin.

You could barely look him in the eye with how he was making your knees go weak and your cheeks red. But you nodded, unable to say anything at the moment.

“Good, good puppy.” His voice was so soft with you but rough and loud with everyone else, you couldn’t get enough.

“A-Alright then!” You announced, “It’s settled.- Next thing you know you’re gonna try to put a ring on my finger.” You smiled at the thought, despite it just being a joke.

“Maybe that is next, ya never know.” Oh you wish you could have seen your face realizing what his response was, priceless.

“Meet me at the hill around 5, don’t be late.”

Before you could say anything about the date being quite literally today he walking away, you took the chance to run back to your house to get yourself ready. You knew John wasn’t the best at timing things or making actual plans. So you stuck with it.

You threw on a pretty sundress with flower patterns, simple makeup and some comfortable shoes (but still fashionable) All just before 5. The place John was talking about wasn’t too far from your house, it was a small grassy hill with a huge trees around it. It’s a pretty place to relax, especially now during the summer.

You got there as fast as you could on foot, you didn’t want to tell your parents either since they’d realize who you were with and you’re a terrible liar, you’d 100% get grounded.

Once you made it, you saw John in comfortable yet dashing clothing, actually, he looks good in anything so you didn’t really care. But he had a picnic basket and blanket laid out.

He made n bought your favorite foods and drinks. You assumed he was planning this for longer than you expected.

“John?..” You smiled, he smiled right back, waving you over, you ushered right on and sat down. “This is amazing, where did you find the time??-“

“Shhh now love don’t question my expertise.“ He shushed you with a sandwich to your mouth and you took it, trying not to giggle at his goofiness.

“N’ I thought we could watch the sunset while we had a picnic, as a real date without anyone, ye know seeing us.”

You adored the effort John put into this and kissed him, his arms hooking around you while you watch the sun say goodnight. You wouldn’t want this moment to end, ever.

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beatlevmania · 4 years

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Dating the teddy beatles

Request: I just came back from reading your head cannons and I love them sm!!! Could you write some for what I’d be like dating each of the Teddyboy!Beatles? A/n: How could I possibly ignore this!? ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU @myukulelegentlyweeps @casafrass and @spaceyantique FOR HELPING ME THROUGH MY WRITER’S BLOCK <3

JOHN

so. john as a teddy boy.

let me tell you, i am VERY well educated on the subject

so we all know john has that very tough guy exterior

at first you were pretty intimidated by him and his friends

but when he first laid eyes on you

he just MELTED

he definitely went after you hardcore

he knew that you were perfect for him and he just needed you in his life

when you guys first got together, he never really let you see his soft side

but one day he had just had a really bad day

and he didnt know who else to go to so he went to you

he just completely let down his walls and you saw the real him.

he just wraps those arms around you and just lets it all out

and you stroke his hair and kiss his cheeck and whisper that you love him

afterwards he gets kinda embarassed but you just remind him that you love him- all of him

anyway enough with the sad parts

john DIES when you wear his leather jacket. like DIES

he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS girl

he’s always touching you- holding your hand, sitting you on his lap, arm around your shoulders

he kinda just needs reassurance that youre gonna be there for him no matter what

he always calls you “birdie”, “little girl”

so when he calls you by your actual name

he says it so tenderly and jsut with so much love in his eyes

Ok also a plus

Mimi LOVES YOU

SHes always inviting you around which makes you feel like part of the family

Anyway, John loves your alone time together

AND CUDDLING

he likes playing guitar for you

not just his rock and roll songs, but love songs hes written

songs he’d never show anyone else

and he’s so gentle and soft and his sweet little voice-

PAUL

so paul still never really wrapped his brain around the fact that you loved him back

like he just could not believe his luck

youre always reassuring him that you love him

and that you’re his: “Paul, you know I’m already your girlfriend, right?”

and when you tell him you love him, he gets all red and blushy and smiles from ear to ear

he always flirts with you and is the cheekiest little bastard

he makes many a dirty joke that make you chuckle but blush at the same time

but anyway just imagine the most romantic boy in the whole world

even though some of the boys make fun of him for being so open and vulnerable with you, he couldn’t imagine your relationship any other way

you guys are always fantasizing about when you will just run away together, to a little farm in the country

paul is mature beyond his years with you

of course when he hangs out with the other boys hes an absolute crackhead but boys will be boys

his favorite activity is kissing you and beware he will do it as often as possible

ANYTIME, ANYWHERE

also, expect tons of little gifts

when you wear a pair of earrings he's bought for you, or a little necklace with both your initials

i mean- you know what this boy’s gonna do

he always brings you around with him wherever he goes

especially band practice

bc he just loves showing you off

but if any of the other boys start getting a little too close to u

they better watch out if u know what i mean

but Paul really is just the absolute best boyfriend we all know the deal

GEORGE

alright so lets establish the fact that teddy Geo is BABEY

also #boyf

continuing on

so our lil Georgie just fell head over heels for you the second he saw you

we was just a nervous mess around you

the boys literally had to ask you out for him because he was so nervous

but you guys absolutely hit it off and became INSPEREABLE

you do everything together

going to the diner for breakfast, going to every concert together,

you’re at each others houses 24/7, too

you always steal geo’s clothes and wear them

tshirts, sweaters, jackets (leather jacket too), basically anything of his you have worn at some point

he loves when you wear his clothes and thinks you look absolutely beautiful

so we all know Geo could look very scary with his like

fangs

and his big ol’ cheekbones

but damn is this boy a cuddlebug

he wants to be cuddling/hugging all the time

of course as the youngest of all 4 boys geo wants to seem like a tough guy

like he can fit in with the others, or he’s just as “man”

but when the two of you are alone, all he wants is for you to take care of him

you love playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while he cuddles you

also, since you go to all of his concerts and shows, they go on pretty late and you can get tired

so George always brings you around to his place and gives you his stuff to wear, and he takes such good care of you

even gently brushing your hair and getting you ready for bed

you both fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other

george thinks you’re absolutely beautiful just wearing any old outfit, no makeup on

but when you dress up

this boy freaks the freak out

he can’t stop staring at you just in awe

he gets all smiley and blushy

and he smiles with those lil fangs

babey

RINGO

So teddy Ringo was quite intimidating looking

Like even the boys were afraid of him at first when the first met him

But I can imagine the first time you two talked, you both just immediately fell for each other

And you saw he was the absolute sweetest boy ever

FIRST OF ALL RINGOS LITTLE STUBBLE/BEARD THING IS SO HAWT

Anyway now that I got that off my chest

Ringo is so sweet and thoughtful

He loves calling you little nicknames like “honey” or “darling”

Like John, he always wants you in his arms

Literally at all times

He also is always giving you behind-the-back hugs, playing with your hair, kissing your knuckles

Always needing to show you how much he loves you

He loves when you come to band practice and sit on his lap when he plays the drums

He feels like a freaking winner of life

Another thing

He is so so proud that you chose HIM, of all people

He’s constantly reminding people that your “his bird”

Like to everyone

The boy loves you insane amounts

Sometimes you steal his rings and wear them around, and he literally smiles from ear to ear when he notices

You try to get Ringo to stop smoking

And it’s really hard for him but he knows he has to do it, for you

He really just wants you to be proud of him

And whenever you tell him, “good job, baby!” He just GLOWS

Also ometimes, when you guys are lying together on his bed after a show, he tells you about his dreams for the future

And how he wants you there by his side through it all

“I couldn’t imagine life without ‘ya, honey,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you doze off together

Ok let me live out my fantasies ok

Anyway I’m in love with teddy Ringo and thats period Pooh

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givemequeen · 4 years

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partners ; paul x reader

request: how about something with teddy boy paul??? i really only see george and john // teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff teddy boy paul fluff 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺// not to be super basic but could u do a teddy boy paul x square reader where their teacher puts them in a group together and he just flirts w her the whole time and she tries to ignore it but she cant and they just fall for eachother🥺🥺🥺 a/n: I'm back to writing? maybe? also I'm doing more than one request per story to get through them all! pairing: teddy!paul x reader summary: fluff with teddy Paul where the teacher pairs you together warnings: none :)))) year: 1958 word count: 1872

“I will call out two names and you must sit together, do not argue. I won’t change these.” you sighed looking at your friend hoping you’ll be together. You held hands with her and silently prayed the Gods of pairing people together would be kind. The names went by and your classmates stood up to go with their partners, most dragging their feet behind them and complaining to the teacher. Your friend’s name was called and you took a deep breath, hoping to hear your name but it wasn’t yours.

You looked up to her and saw as she stood up, your hand still in hers. As she stepped away you held onto her hand as long as you psychically were able to. You let out the breath and groaned sliding down your seat.

“yn yln.” you looked up to the teacher, her eyes were scanning the sheet of paper in her hand. “And James McCartney.” your eyes widened, your head snapped to the back of the class. Your heart did a flip when you heard his name, no way you were paired with him.

There was James, he went by Paul but most teachers forgot or didn’t care. You groaned slightly and groaned letting your head fall to your hands. He was sat leaning back on his chair with his other teddy-boy friends.

A leather jacket wrapped around his upper body, his hair slicked back, the top slightly ruffled. You complained in your head and waited for him to pick up his stuff and walk to the front of the class.

“It’s Paul, not James.” he corrected her but the teacher had already moved onto the next pair. Paul plopped himself down next to you, his bag falling onto the ground next to him. You bit your lower lip nervously and inched away from him. “I don’t bite,” he added when he saw your movements.

“Sorry,” you replied, that had been rude.

“I mean... not unless you want me to.” Paul chuckled making you roll your eyes, you shook your head slightly.

“God...” you said under your breath as you looked over to your friend. She had been paired with a nice boy and they were chatting with a smile on their faces. Your friend turned to you and gave you an apologetic smile. You shrugged and turned to Paul who was looking behind him at his friends.

“Okay students! Listen up, this is due...” you listened to the teacher give information about the work but it proved hard with Paul’s eyes glued on you. He had his finger in between his lips as he eyed you. You turned to him and gave him a dirty look before scoffing.

“What are you looking at?” you hissed rather harshly.

“Nothing, I just think yer pretty,” he replied fixing his posture. You rolled your eyes again and returned to your work. He probably said to every girl he came across. Still, your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“Let's work okay?” he nodded and moved closer to you making you stiff.

You managed to work for the rest of the class and made plans to meet up with him tomorrow after school to work on the project. Paul had broken the ice over the lesson and you were surprisingly much more comfortable with him by the end of the period. He suggested his house and you agreed. As you walked away he called your name, asking for your number.

“Purely for academic purposes,” he swore, his hand over his chest but the mischievous twinkle behind his eyes told you differently. “Scout’s honour.”

“You weren’t a boy scout.” you chuckled shaking your head.

“So she laughs? And how do you know that? I could have been.” he reasons.

“If I start getting calls at 2 in the morning-” you began.

“You won’t. Promise it’s just for school,” Paul said, he leaned against the rows of lockers and grinned.

“Fine.” you took out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down your home number. You gave the paper to him and he cherished it like a kid cherished candy before you walked away.

time jump

Your bag was full of things you would need to do this work. Paul had called you to come over, so you got on your bike and made your way to the address he had given you. When you get there you first saw him through the top left window of the narrow house. He was pacing around his room picking up things.

Still sat on your bike, you stopped and looked at him in amusement. Paul looked into the mirror and ran a comb through his hair before ruffling it again and re-doing. As you got off your bike you chuckled to yourself. You walked up to the door with your bike in hand and rang the door.

“I’LL GET IT!” Paul yelled from inside. You heard a pair of feet stomping down the stairs and what you could have sworn was someone tripping down the stairs and running into a couple of things. The door swung open and on the other side was Paul. He was out of breath and his hair was messed up again. You smiled and greeted him.

“Hello, Ja- Paul,” you said sticking out your hand. Paul eyed it but shook it either way before letting you in.

“Oh, just leave it there,” he added when you looked at your bike. You nodded and set it against the outer wall of the building. You were halfway up the stairs when his father called out his name. Paul froze and you nearly ran into him, you were so close you could smell his personal scent.

“Paul! Get here!” he called out.

“One moment,” Paul replied before turning to you. “Just wait in my room,” he added whispering.

“And bring the girl!” his father said. Paul groaned and hung his head as you followed him into the living room. His father was sat on the couch behind a newspaper. He closed it and looked between you and his son. “And who’s this?” asked Mr McCartney.

“This is yn yln, I told you, it’s for school.” Paul reminded him.

“I know, I know but don’t you think I deserve to know who’s in my house?” Mr McCartney asked. Paul nodded and looked down.

“Hello.” you piped up, a polite smile on your face.

“Hello there.” Mr McCartney said.

“May we go now?” Paul groaned before his father could fry you with questions.

“Yes, you may. Keep the door open.” both you and Paul went red at the last comment. The mere thought of doing something that could make Mr McCartney want you to keep the door open made you shudder. Paul agreed and took you upstairs to his room. It was quite small and at the end of the hall, you looked out the window to the spot you were at before.

Paul had stayed at the door, he leaned against the frame and watched you as you wandered around his room. You looked at the bookshelves and his record collection with your bad still on your back. There was a guitar that was resting against the wall, your fingers ghosted over it carefully, you didn’t want to be the one to break Paul’s precious guitar.

“It’s nice,” you said once you finished looking around. You turned to him and saw him stand up properly.

“Thank you.” he closed the door carefully. “Let's get to work,” he said sitting down on the floor. You looked between him and the door.

“Didn’t your dad- the door?” you asked, you didn’t want to give out the wrong impression.

“It’s fine, he wasn’t serious,” Paul assured you, he patted the spot next to him but you still didn’t move. “Would you prefer to keep it open?” he got up quickly and moved to the door.

“No- it’s fine.” you nodded and sat down. “Let’s work.”

You spent the entire evening talking, giggling and working on the project until it was dark outside. It gave you an opportunity to meet the real Paul, not the Teddy Paul all the girls talked about. The Paul who was kind and ambitious and passionate about the guitar. He talked to you about his band and you listened closely the same he did when you talked about things you were passionate about.

Neither of you realized how late it had gotten until his father came into the room. He was surprised to see you there, he had guessed you had left already and he invited you to dinner. Paul was clearly embarrassed not wanting for you to go through dinner with people you didn’t know.

“Dad, she does have a home.”

“It’s late out Paul! She can’t go out walking this late at night.”

“I’ll take her home then.”

“It’s fine, I can go alone,” you said turning the attention to you.

“No way Miss yln. I’ll phone your parents, you can stay for dinner.” you looked at Paul who was secretly hoping you would say yes and then outside. It was too late to go back home alone...

“Okay, if it’s not a bother.” you agreed.

Mr McCartney assured you it was fine and phoned your parents who agreed and said they would pick you up a bit later. You smiled at Paul’s reaction; a happy one. For dinner, you sat next to Paul and were joined by his whole family. It saddened you that his mother was no longer around but they got on fine. They grilled you with questions making Paul complain but you answered them happily.

“And yn, do you have a boyfriend?” asked Paul’s father, you nearly dropped your fork at his question. You kept your eyes glued on your plate as you processed the question. Paul’s brothers were giggling at their father’s question.

“Dad!” hissed Paul.

“What? I’m just asking!” his father replied defending himself.

“It’s okay, I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend I mean,” you said and quickly changed the topic. Paul lit up at your answer, he could have a shot.

Dinner was over quickly and your parents came by to pick you up. You got your stuff together and went outside to get into the car with your parents. Paul walked you out and you thanked him for everything. You stayed at the front door, trying to hold back going home. Your parents were at the end of the street waiting for you to come but you weren’t ready to leave Paul’s presence.

“Well, I’ll swing by to get my bike,” you said finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll keep it safe.” he put his hand over it causing it to fall. You giggled and watched as Paul fumbled to pick it up. “Sorry about that,” he muttered.

“That’s okay.” you looked at the car and saw that your parents were looking the other way. You looked back at Paul and reached to kiss his cheek. He was taken back, by the time he processed what had happened you were gone. Paul reached for his cheek softly holding the spot you had kissed. A small smile came onto his face.

He definitely had a shot.

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