Beatles X Plushie-Obsessed Reader Headcanons 🧸

George Harrison X Reader- Angel Hair 💜

(my dear friend @shady70smusic requested this gem! 💕 they wanted a George X Reader where the reader gets a pixie cut/short haircut and is nervous to show George, but he's supportive and fluff ensues 🌟 hope you enjoy!)

⚠️⚠️⚠️ NOT time-accurate to the 60s or 70s/Modern!AU ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Angel Hair

Today's the day, I suppose- you thought to yourself, looking down at your phone and reading over the text George has sent you: hello darling ;) it's been too long! how about i come pay you a visit? i'll bring some food for us to share- my treat <3

You'd normally be delighted to receive such a text from your boyfriend- however, it's been nearly a week since you got your new haircut and you just haven't been able to bring yourself to show him. You're very pleased with how it came out- just the right length, with just enough character- but it is quite a lot shorter than you tend to go for, you've gotta admit. And definitely much shorter than George is expecting to see.

In the six days since you left the salon you've (successfully) avoided George, excusing your distance by telling him you're swamped with extra work this week. He's bought it thus far, but you can't keep the act up forever- you know you have to rip off the band-aid eventually. You just can't seem to shake the nervous churning in the pit of your stomach when you even begin to imagine showing him your new 'do. George adores your hair- he's always running his fingers through it or twirling it playfully, admiring its color and silk-like softness. You're happy with your new haircut, but you can't help but fear your boyfriend's reaction. What if he doesn't like my hair anymore? you ponder: Or worse- what if he doesn't like me anymore?? Panic sets in and you're practically hyperventilating, trying to calm yourself enough to respond to his message.

You shift your focus to your breathing, giving your all to steady it and slow its pace. Geo loves me, you remind yourself; That isn't going to change because of something so trivial, you rationalize. After taking another minute to gather yourself you grab your phone, input your password, and open it to see George's message yet again. You think for a moment before typing out a response and reading it over for errors: sounds great, Geo :) can't wait! i've missed you, my love <3

You inhale a long, shaky breath and press 'send' on the text, locking your phone and setting it back down on your bed.

While waiting on your boyfriend, you spend what feels like hours in the bathroom mirror- brushing your hair, attempting to style it, making it look just right for a good first impression.

George has always been a laid-back guy, but you just aren't sure how he'd react to something like this- it's a pretty drastic change, after all. You're combing your hair madly, fussing with your fringe in desperation to make it look the way it did before. Even though you know nothing you can do now will bring back its length, you still try everything- anything to avoid facing George's reaction.

You're so caught up in your anguish that you fail to notice George's knocking on your front door. He waits patiently outside; when he still doesn't hear a response from you after a few long moments, he decides to let himself in.

"Y/N..? I'm here, love!" he calls out, waltzing in the door. He's clutching three paper bags in his hands, each containing food from your favorite drive-thru joint: one bag for you and two for him (you know how Geo feels about food). You pause and drop your comb onto the bathroom counter, panic seizing your body and mind. Oh shit, is all you can manage to think before you're practically sprinting to your bedroom, shutting your door as fast as humanly possible and locking it behind you. "Just a sec, Geo!" you shout back, hoping it's enough to keep him from searching for you.

Alone in your room you pace back and forth, struggling to talk yourself into going out there and revealing your new look to George. Oh, God... he's already here! How am I gonna do this? you ask yourself, scrambling to come up with some kind of solution or excuse to keep him from seeing you. I could tell him I suddenly came down with a cold and don't want to get him sick.. or better yet, crawl out the window and escape! He can't see me if I just run away... You entertain the idea for a few seconds, but you know better: Who am I kidding? He'd never fall for that.. and he doesn't deserve to be lied to, either- no more than I've already done this week..

The realization sinks in that your only option is to march straight out there and show him- now it's just a matter of working up the courage. Come on, it's Geo we're talking about- he'd never leave me, not over something like this, you reassure yourself.

He's my boyfriend, for crying out loud- he loves me, regardless of shallow shit like looks! you seem to remember. George thinks I look great no matter what I do with my hair... yeah! I can do this! you think, striding over to your bed and grasping your phone to take with you.

As you lift it from the pillow, a notification catches your eye- it's from George.

How did I miss this..? you wonder, before remembering you'd ditched your phone in favor of fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror. You drag the notification menu down to expand the message- it reads:

i've missed you too, love <3 been lonely without you this week :/ i'm so happy you found some time to spend with your loving bf :P

You're instantly torn from your train of thought as you finish reading the text, a smile making its way across your face: What the hell am I even nervous for? Geo only cares that he gets to see me- and I'll make sure he gets a good, long look! you open the door and make your way to the dining room with determination, George's message granting you all the confidence you needed.

You reach the end of the hallway to discover George sitting at your dining table, already stuffing his face- and clearly enjoying himself (that man and his food..).

"Ahem," you clear your throat audibly to get his attention. George looks up from his meal and opens his (full) mouth to greet you, but stops in his tracks as he catches sight of your new look. Your boyfriend's eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes in your appearance, slowly swallowing his mouthful of food and gazing at you in awe.

You smile timidly: "Well.. what do you think?"

George stands swiftly and nearly knocks his chair to the ground, immediately approaching you and engulfing you in a hug. You breathe in his scent and savor the feeling of his body against yours, having missed your love dearly. When George pulls back his wolf-toothed grin is wider than you've ever seen it, eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your hair looks incredible!" he exclaims, looking you over once more. "Can.. can I touch it?" he asks. "Of course, silly!" you chuckle, and you feel his thick fingers run through it- the sensation familiar, but a bit different now. "It's shorter than you usually go for, but I really like it- honest!" says George beaming, his large hand ruffling your hair affectionately. "Really? I was so nervous to show you.."

"Nervous?" he asks, incredulous; "I can't imagine why! I mean- I love your hair no matter what you do with it, but it really suits you," he tells you earnestly, finally shifting his gaze from the top of your head down to your eyes. "Thank you, Geo- that means so much to me," you say, relieved. "Of course, darling. I'm thankful to see you at all, but this is.. wow," your eye contact is short-lived as George goes back to admiring your new haircut, once again running his hands through the short locks. You grin and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch. At long last, you're able to enjoy the rest of your evening with the love of your life ♡

Beatles X Model!Reader Headcanons

(this prompt was requested by the lovely @sugaredlavenderhearts 💕 hope you all enjoy this one!!)

John

John is incredibly (and perhaps a bit overly) protective of you, always reviewing gigs before you take them on to be sure they aren't exploitative or suspicious in any way

he basically acts as a second agent/manager

your career as a model tends to bring out the jealous and possessive aspects of John's personality

despite this, he really enjoys exploring different aesthetics and getting to play around with art and photography with you

he appreciates your artistic side and loves to collaborate with you on creative projects and experimental photoshoots, adding some excitement to your portfolio

you two mesh very well, your modeling skills blending seamlessly with John's own artistic vision

he also won't pass up the chance to brag about your looks and talent in conversation with the other lads

Paul

Paul takes a genuine interest in your career, offering encouragement every step of the way

he attends every show and photoshoot to show his support - and to see his gorgeous partner in action, of course

he'll often coordinate his outfits to match yours when the two of you go out on dates or to events

he loves nothing more than to show you off and wants everyone to see the two of you together

he can't help but shower you with compliments whenever possible

you're 100% Paul's creative muse and artistic inspiration

he's written countless love songs inspired by your elegance and beauty, expressing his admiration for you through his music

George

George deeply admires your ability to express yourself through fashion

he respects your dedication to your craft and you provide him with a deeper understanding of the art form

he loves to offer his perspective and insight on different shoots and projects you take part in, not afraid to speak up when he feels strongly about a creative decision or idea

during interviews, he often shifts the focus of the conversation to you and your accomplishments, beaming with pride as he speaks about you

he promotes you whenever he gets the chance, using his influence to propel you further into the limelight

Ringo

Ringo would be your biggest cheerleader, attending every show and shoot you book

he enjoys acting as your companion at events, reveling in the excitement and glamor of the industry

he likes to joke around with you between takes, using his humor to get you to lighten up and to dispel any nerves that may get to you

he's fascinated by your experiences in the fast-paced world of fashion, listening attentively to every story you share with him

when you're alone together, Ringo loves to take his own headshots of you, making silly faces behind the camera to get more genuine smiles and capture some candid shots of his gorgeous partner

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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.

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