(thank you all for the overwhelming amount of love and praise for Smoke & Serendipity!! I hope this continuation lives up to your expectations ๐ 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 Eager to try it on, you gather the pieces and head to the fitting room, more than ready to shed your outdated attire in favor of something more fitting for the era.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.
you alive?
I am very much alive, thank you for asking :)
(huge thanks to @pmak2002 for requesting this one!! ๐)
when he's fallen ill, Paul becomes even more of a drama queen than he already is
following a bad coughing fit, he'll croak out: "I'm so weak.. Y/N, I'm dying!! I'm too young and pretty to die! T^T" he exclaims, throwing his head back and shutting one eye- the other remaining open just so he can gauge your reaction to his hysterics
you shake your head and giggle at Paul, reassuring him: "You aren't dying, dear- you simply have a bad cold. I'll take wonderful care of you, don't worry- you're in good hands," you tell him, kissing him gently on the cheek
he chuckles softly and looks up at you with wide, glassy eyes: "You really are the sweetest- you know that, right lovey?"
he'll beg you to join him in bed: "Come lay with me darling, it'll be so lovely"
"Ohh I know it would, I just don't want to get sick"
Paul pouts in response and huffs, "You'll be sorry when you aren't here for my FINAL BREATH!!" he dramatizes, feigning distress
you roll your eyes- "You're such a princess, Paulie"
he shoots you a look- "Yeah, yeah- but I'm your princess" <3
whenever John is feeling under the weather, he always tries to deny it as best he can
he plays his illness down and tries to do everything for himself, refusing to rest or show vulnerability in your presence
you rise from the couch and wander into the kitchen in pursuit of a snack for you and John only to find him stood in front of the stove, focused intently on the steaming kettle and two ceramic mugs before him
"John, what are you doing up??" you ask, incredulous- "You need bedrest!!"
"Relax love, I'm fine- don't ye worry yer pretty little head about me," he says, nose clearly stuffy and voice even more nasally than usual
"....John." you warn, quirking an eyebrow and giving him a stern look
John removes the kettle from the stove, pouring each of you a steaming cup of earl grey tea and taking his own into his hands
"What? I'm not even-" he begins, interrupting himself with a violent coughing fit
"...come on, let's get you to bed," you sigh, grabbing your own mug and guiding him to your shared bedroom for some much needed respite
when George has caught a cold he accepts your TLC, but downplays the severity of his condition for your sake
he mainly uses it as an excuse to sleep even more than usual (if that's humanly possible)
you often check up on him even if he's out cold, your expression softening and your heart melting when you see his serene face
'I wonder what he's dreaming about,' you muse- and with that thought George shifts positions, mumbling quietly in his sleep: "Y/N..."
you smile to yourself and begin to tear up, knowing he's dreaming of you โก
George also tends to take advantage of your care when he's sick, requesting that nearly all the food in the pantry be brought to his bedside
"George... you know I want to do anything in my power to help you heal, but that'll be your fifth bowl of noodles in the past two hours.."
"But babe- 'aven't you ever 'eard the expression, 'feed a cold, starve a fever'?" he tries with a lopsided, wolf-toothed grin
you sigh, unable to refuse him, and fetch him another helping
"Thank you doll, you're so good to me- i won't forget it, ye know"
Ringo- your sweet, loving boyfriend- tends to act very needy when he's ill
he runs a fever and suddenly he's back in primary school, being kept home on a sick day:
he kindly requests for you to put cartoons on the television and a colorful box of tissues on his bedside table
you comply with his wishes of course- even tucking him in, brushing his fringe to the side and giving him a gentle peck on the forehead
he looks up at you, beaming, and blows a kiss back- taking care not to afflict you with the illness as well
he constantly has to ask you to bring more lozenges to the bedroom, as he's already inhaled every one like they're hard candies
"Y/N, would you be a dear and fetch me another bowl of soup?"
"Sure lovey, coming right u-"
"Ohh, oh! And some ice cream? Pretty please?" Ringo implores, gazing up at you from bed with his big, blue puppy dog eyes
your heart melts and you give him a soft smile, replying with an "Of course, Ritchie- anything for you"
"Thank you Y/N, you truly are the best" โก
the PMDD fic was so great! i love it so much, im going to be coming back to it a lot <333 love it much and i do think George would just be here, a listening ear and also make / help appointments haha he would just be a giant pillow to hug and give warmth... i also think he would try to get into meditation to reduce the stress and keep in control of the emotions....
i really loved it and i'm going to keep the last line in heart <3
oh I'm so so sooo delighted to hear that you enjoyed it!!! that's exactly how I imagine geo would be, just a pillar of support and your rock ๐ฅน๐ซถ please do take that last line to heart, as it came directly from mine ๐
The Beatles x reader but arguments. Like what they argue about and how they apologize.
sure I can!! working on it โจ๏ธ
Hello๐บ i really like your second part of "Smoke & Serendipity"! Will you write part 3 and then part 4?๐ฅบ๐ฅบ
Hello!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic :))
Unfortunately I think the third or fourth part is going to be the last. I originally intended the fic as a one shot and ongoing/chapter fics aren't really my specialty, but there will be at least one more !! โจ๏ธ
hello๐ป๐ป๐ป
could you please do headcanon about the beatles x reader who had self h episode? i just need some comfort๐ฅฒ
hello, love!!
of course I can!! I hope I'm able to provide you with some comfort โจ๏ธ don't be afraid to reach out if you need someone to lend an ear !!
(thank you to anon for this fun request!! ๐)
you and John are known troublemakers in school, often getting scolded for your antics in class and mischief during recess
you're notorious for pulling pranks on your classmates, from tacks on chairs to fake bugs in desk drawers
you bond over your love for doodling, filling notebooks with silly drawings and caricatures of your teachers (and sometimes defacing school property)
despite your friendship, you're fierce rivals on the soccer field, competing against one another in epic matches with bragging rights on the line
you share a secret hideout in the schoolyard where you spend your breaks together, plotting imaginary adventures and sharing your wildest dreams
you have frequent sleepovers consisting of ruthless pillow fights and devious prank calls to every number in the phonebook
you and Paul spend recess making up silly songs together, singing at the top of your lungs and giggling uncontrollably
after school, you make your way towards your secret treehouse in Paul's backyard to share secrets and imaginary tales, hidden away from the rest of the world
when the weather is nice, you like to go on bike rides around the neighborhood, exploring hidden trails and pretending to be intrepid explorers on a quest for adventure
Paul will sometimes take you to the park with him to birdwatch, armed with binoculars and identification books
you love building things together, crafting beautiful flower crowns and constructing makeshift forts from pillows and blankets
you spend your weekends watching old monster movies and sci-fi classics, munching on popcorn and debating over which film is the best
being two of the quieter students in class, you share a special unspoken bond, often writing messages in the margins of your notebooks and sliding it to the edge of your desk for the other to read
speaking of, the two of you are avid readers, spending hours in the school library devouring nonfiction books about dinosaurs, science, and space
George takes on you epic imaginary adventures, pretending to be astronauts exploring distant planets or knights fighting dragons
you like to go on nature walks together, collecting leaves to make rubbings and flowers to press in your scrapbooks
you spend the weekends exploring in the woods behind your houses, searching for hidden treasures and making friends with the creatures that inhabit the forest
you're a pair of class clowns, always cracking jokes and performing silly skits to make your classmates laugh during boring lessons
Ringo shares with you his love for percussion, showing you how to use instruments like air guitars and cardboard drums to perform for your friends at lunchtime
the two of you spend countless afternoons playing soccer with your friends in the neighborhood streets, Ringo showcasing his impressive footwork as you cheer him on from the sidelines (and even join in when you're feeling bold)
you're avid comic book fans, spending hours together trading your favorite issues and debating over who would win in a battle between your favorite superheroes
on temperate evenings you'll pitch a tent in Ringo's backyard and stay up all night telling ghost stories, roasting marshmallows over a makeshift campfire, and counting the stars
(hey, guys!!! this is the final request in my queue, so I will make a post announcing request are once again OPEN โก I apologize for the lateness, I've been dealing with heart issues and some complications with work but I didn't forget about y'all!! I hope these headcanons bring peace and comfort to those who need it ๐)
John would be straightforward, but empathetic
He would sit with you, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on
Though he's not the greatest at comforting words, he would express his understanding of your feelings and emphasize the validity of your emotions
After hearing you describe your pet's unique features and seeing the photos you showed him, he surprises you with a (somewhat crude, but very sweet and personal) art piece of them
John might recommend adopting another animal companion together when the time is right
He would also share his own experience with loss and how he found comfort in memories and shared love
Paul would be very nurturing and comforting towards you, as always
He might bring over a sweet treat or make you some tea just the way you like it, knowing that simple gestures can mean the most to someone who is grieving
He'd share comforting words and reassurances, emphasizing the unconditional love that pets give and how their memory can live on through stories and shared experiences
Paul would share stories about his own pets and how they inspired some of his songs (think "Martha My Dear")
He would sit down with you and help you write a song about your beloved companion, composing a gentle and soothing melody on the guitar, understanding the healing power of music
He would likely bring you a small gift as a token of remembrance, such as a charm bracelet with their name engraved
George would talk about the interconnectedness of all living beings and how our pets leave a lasting imprint on our souls
He would offer comforting words about the eternal nature of love and memory
He might suggest meditation to sit with your feelings or calming music to soothe the grief
Above all, he would encourage you to release your emotions when they overwhelm you - whether it be by crying, journaling, or whatever eases your pain
George would help you create a small memorial space/altar in your home, complete with candles, flowers, and a favorite toy or photo of your pet
He'd gift you a flowering plant as a symbol of growth and renewal, offering hope for healing and moving forward
Ringo would be incredibly compassionate and understanding, and create a supportive environment for healing
He might lighten the mood by sharing anecdotes about his own pets behaving in amusing ways, sharing how they brought joy into his life and reminiscing about heartwarming moments
He would encourage you to take time for a favorite hobby or comfort activity to take your mind off of your grief and sadness
He'd also provide physical comfort at a time when it's needed most
Ringo uses his crafting skills (if you can call them that) to help you a photo album or scrapbook to immortalize your favorite memories
He would invite you to watch a sweet and funny movie together, offering distraction and a chance to share a cozy moment of connection
Rigon
Guys help me out here did I make a typo in my last post?? ๐ญ
(requested by anon!! ๐)
John teases you about your obsession, but secretly adores your enthusiasm and finds it endearing
he'll sometimes playfully argue with you about which plushie is the "coolest," leading to lighthearted debates and laughter
during his photography sessions, he'll often request to borrow a few of your friends to use as props, creating artsy and whimsical scenes
though he'd never admit it, John secretly enjoys cuddling with your plushies when you aren't around, finding comfort in their softness
Paul enjoys helping you organize and catalog your collection, creating a sense of order amidst the colorful array of characters
he likes to incorporate them into his home decor, arranging them in playful displays around the house
he will occasionally dress some of the plushies up in miniature versions of his iconic outfits, resulting in adorable photo opportunities
Paul loves to surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like leaving new plushies on the doorstep for you to find or crafting handmade accessories for them
George is fascinated by the craftsmanship of your beloved plushies and enjoys learning about the unique characteristics of each toy
he encourages your passion and adds to your collection by gifting you rare and sought-after pieces he finds during his travels
on occasion George has been known to try his hand at crafting a plush of his own, usually resulting in a quirky but lovable creation
Ringo loves bringing your plushies to life with funny voices and silly antics
he'll involve them in his daily activities, pretending they're his audience as he practicing his drumming or taking them on the road with him
he's always up for a cuddle session with you and your plushies, often falling asleep surrounded by the fluffy companions
Ringo's genuine affection for you and your passion is evident in the way he treats each toy with care and respect, valuing their role in your life
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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