(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 ๐)
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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Ringo
at first, when you let it slip that it's one of your fantasies to be shared by two men, Paul is slightly offended
"You want.. what?? Am I not enough for you?" he asks, ego wounded
but as you explain your desires and he warms up to the idea, his first thought is to invite Ringo into the mix- he's noticed his gaze wandering to your body one too many times when he thinks Paul isn't looking
Ringo, of course, jumps at the opportunity as he (and let's be honest, the other lads too) has always found you quite attractive
after a few shots (for confidence) the three of you share a magical evening ending with you showered in kisses, affection, and praise... and cum
Paul
when John discovers your "double fantasy" (please tell me y'all get that), anger boils up inside of him- after all, he is certainly the jealous type
"You- what?? What the bloody hell is that about Y/N, 's there somethin' wrong with me?? Oh I get it, ye think I'm not good enough for you, yeah? Fine, I see how it is," he shouts,ย storming off and slamming the door shut behind him
however, once he apologizes and cools down enough to revisit the subject (with some reassuring words from you), he's open to the idea...
he even ends up admitting that he's pictured sharing you with Paul- you on your hands and knees, taking each of them in either end
one drunk night, he lets your shared fantasy slip in front of Paul.. and let's just say you end the night more than satisfied
John
when you finally open up to George about your fantasy he goes quiet and introspective, and tells you he'll need a short while to think about it
on one hand, though he doesn't often show it outwardly, he can get quite insecure
but on the other, he knows he shouldn't let his ego get in the way of your pleasure- after all, he's glad you're comfortable enough to share even your most.. questionable desires with him
after mulling it over (and asking your consent of course), he proposes the idea to John over a smoke
John, being... John is obviously down for it, and it turns out to be everything you'd imagined and more
George
until now, Ringo had been completely oblivious to your desire to be shared by two men- after all, you hadn't uttered so much as a word about it to him
but one night, after a particularly high-energy performance onstage, you and Ringo decide to celebrate with drinks and a night of passion in the bedroom
however, due to the inebriated state of the both of you, that bedroom turns out to be George's
at first, when he opens his door to the sight of you two doing it, he's clearly shocked
"What are you two doing in me room...?" he asks, stunned
"Wha- Geo..?" Ringo slurs, the realization hitting him: "Oh God, I'm so sorr-"
"..Mind if I join?" George asks casually, having had a few drinks himself this evening
you and Ringo exchange looks, and after a very pregnant pause, he speaks up
"I don't see why not.. That is, if Y/N's alright with it"
a shameless smirk appears on his face as he glances at you for approval, which you (a little too) enthusiastically give
(big thanks to anon for this request!! I tried my very best ๐ I hope this is what you were looking for โจ๏ธ enjoy!)
John would be incredulous at first, wondering how on Earth you didn't realize who he is
it would take him a moment to recover from that blow to his ego
once he does, however, he realizes he's stumbled upon a golden opportunity to mess with you
he'd regale you with elaborate and nonsensical tales of his past - so outlandish, not even a child would believe a word he'd said
you'd be skeptical but play along, asking questions and feigning great curiosity about his (clearly made-up) backstory
John would come to admire your individuality and respect your rare ability to stay true to yourself
he'd enjoy challenging your thoughts and ideas, dropping by often to spark witty debates and intellectual discussions with you over a cuppa
Paul is surprisingly endeared to your ignorance of his fame, finding you charmingly aloof
he approaches you with curiosity and warmth, eager to learn more about your interests and passions
he finds he is able to relax a bit, no longer having to bear the weight of pressure fans' expectations place on him
he'd share with you stories from his own life, careful not to divulge anything too wild in his pursuit to find common ground
Paul quickly grows to appreciate your creativity and unique perspective
he often invites you to come down to the studio with him and be a test audience for new melodies/song ideas
sometimes he'll request songwriting critiques from you just so he can hear your voice as you speak your mind freely to him, gazing at you with a dreamy look in his eyes
upon realizing that you don't seem to recognize him, George breathes out a sigh of relief
to him, you're a breath of fresh air amidst the deafening crowds and bustling mobs of fans and press alike
he really resonates with your introspective nature and individuality, respecting your withdrawn lifestyle
over time, he begins to open up around you and abandon his shyness a bit
you're privy to a more talkative side of George, a rare sight and a far cry from his usual quiet and reserved demeanor
he takes great interest in your passions, asking questions to gain a better understanding of the inner workings of your mind
he listens to every song and reads every book to recommend to him, always one to broaden his horizons and look at things from a new perspective
Ringo first approaches you with his trademark warmth and humor, radiating confidence and passion
eventually making the connection that you don't seem to recognize him, he feels himself growing shy
usually, his career is his go-to talking point
regardless, he does his best to entertain you by sharing anecdotes from his colorful life
though you suspect some exaggeration, you find yourself charmed by the man's embellished stories and are happy to lend an ear
Ringo would come to enjoy your refreshing take on life and want to accompany you everywhere, no matter the occasion
the two of you share many new experiences and adventures together, discovering more about yourselves and one another
how they would react to you wanting to be dominant in the bedroom?
ooh, that's a good one! requests are closed at the moment as I already have a few to work on, but I'll add it to my list for sure :) ๐
Hello! Im the one who requested reader, who doesn't know the beatles. It's more like reader lives in their own world, do things they like and they are not particularly interested in popular things. I'd prefer romantic relationship, but it's not necessary. it doesn't matter if they have shared interests or no. You can decide if they do or not. (please don't write about reader being keen on science in this request ๐ฅน
Ahh okay, I understand :) you've got it, dear ๐
(written for anon!! I decided to focus on just geo since I didn't want the reactions to feel too generic. I hope this comes across as respectful as I intended for it to be, and please don't hesitate to correct me on anything regarding PMDD !! I hope this brings you comfort ๐)
George immerses himself in learning about PMDD and becomes intimately acquainted with the intricacies of the condition, seeking to understand its effects on your mental and emotional wellbeing
he spends hours researching and reading articles to gain insight on how best to support you
despite a few generic tips, he ultimately comes to the conclusion that the best thing he can do is listen to you and find out what you need in particular
George encourages you to communicate with him, creating a safe and open space to ensure you feel validated in your feelings and affirmed in your identity
he always offers practical assistance like pulling extra weight when it comes to chores if you're feeling low-energy, ordering or making whatever meal you crave if you're struggling with your appetite, or bringing you a hot water bottle when your pain becomes difficult to manage
together, you sought solace in the guidance of medical professionals, navigating the complexities of diagnosis with determination and resilience
you explored a multitude of treatment options and coping mechanisms to manage your symptoms, eventually landing on a balance that worked best for you
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you, caught in the relentless grip of hormonal fluctuations, often found yourself on the brink of despair in the days leading up to your period
George, with his nurturing spirit, stood as a steadfast source of support and comfort
he had long since learned to recognize subtle shifts in your mood, always offering affirming words and acts of care to ease your burden
one evening, as you felt yourself approaching the precipice of a breakdown, George approached you with a gentle reverence - mindful of the delicate balance between your inner turmoil and his own longing to provide solace
Love, I can sense the weight you carry. Please, let me share it with you.
I don't know, Geo... I just feel like I'm losing control of everything you lamented, burying your face in your hands
I know, darling. I know. You're not alone in this he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple
I'm here for you always.
he held you close as you weathered the storm together, his voice a soothing melody that calmed your troubled heart
and through it all, George's love remained a beacon of light in the darkness - a constant reminder that you are not defined by your struggles, but by the strength with which you face them
my therapist: deep fake paul isnโt real he canโt hurt you
deep fake paul:
(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon ๐ hope this is just what you needed โจ๏ธ)
Ringo is incredibly aware of how touch-starved you are
he makes it a point to offer small, comforting touches whenever and wherever he can
whether it's a soothing hand on your back or a gentle caress of your cheek, he always makes sure you know how much he loves and cares for you
he loves to hold you close when you're together, often resting his head on your shoulder while he presses his chest against your back, the warmth and closeness providing you comfort
Ringo finds these quiet moments of innocent physical intimacy deeply satisfying and sees them as essential to your bond
he loves to surprise you with spontaneous displays of affection, like a quick kiss on the forehead or a lingering hug, especially after a long day
above all, he needs you to know that he's attuned to your feelings and would do anything to see you happy and calm
It was a lazy Sunday for you and Ringo.
Your shared kitchen was already awake with the scent of fresh coffee and the soft hum of morning activity, gentle rays of sunlight peering through the sheer curtains.
Ringo stood by the counter, preparing breakfast for two with an easy grace. You, still half-asleep, wandered in and leaned against the doorframe. Your eyelids were heavy, but your expression hopeful as you caught a whiff of fresh pancakes.
Ringo glanced over his shoulder, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Come here."
Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You sighed, burying your face in his chest as he cradled you to him.
"I missed you," you murmured, your voice muffled but sincere.
Ringo's embrace tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.
"I'm right here," he said softly. "Always."
He guided you to the kitchen table, gently seating you in a chair and placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you. You thanked him with a grateful smile.
He then returned to his work, effortlessly assembling you both a plate stacked with pancakes, syrup and all. He presented yours to you and sat with his own before reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Let me know if you need anything," he said, his eyes tender and attentive.
You smiled, your heart full. "Just you, Ritchie."
Ringo's eyes twinkled with affection, and he reached out to brush a thumb across your knuckles.
"Then you've got all you need."
Can I request something sweet and sexy with Ringo? โค๏ธ๐๐ซ
Of course you can! :) ๐
Just a few questions before I start writing, if that's cool:
Are you okay with a blurb/short one shot?
Do you want this to be actual smut or just implied nsfw?
What gender would you want the reader to be?
Is there anything else you'd like me to include?
Feel free to message me with your responses (or comment on this post if you'd prefer)! ๐
Rest in peace, John Winston Ono Lennon. You will be eternally missed, loved, and remembered. The mark you left on music history, on the world, and on our hearts is incomparable and unparalleled. You have impacted and will continue to impact so many, even those born decades after your lifetime. I wish you could have seen yourself as we do- you are remembered so fondly. I sincerely hope that you are happy wherever you may be now, and that somehow you know that your legacy of peace and love lives on.
We love you, John.
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When i was 5 years old, My mother always told me happiness is the key to the life. When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me i didn't understand the assignment, and i told them they didn't understand life.
Remembering John Winston Lennon (9 October 1940 โ 8 December 1980)
I hope you're feeling better. I just want you to know that you do so much for us, and if you feel a need to take a break, you can <3 you deserve it.
Much love โ๏ธโฎ๏ธโค๏ธ
thank you for this, you are such a sweetheart and i am so grateful for you ๐ญ๐ซถ peace and love always !! โ๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐
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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