George Harrison X NB!Reader Who Struggles With PMDD

Ringo X Touch Starved!Reader

(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon 🌟 hope this is just what you needed ✨️)

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

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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."

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I am very much alive, thank you for asking :)

How they act when they're sick + how you take care of them 💊

(huge thanks to @pmak2002 for requesting this one!! 💗)

Paul:

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

John:

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

George:

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 ♡

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:

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" ♡

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Could you do each of the boys reaction to the reader fainting?!

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Ringo X Fem!Reader- "Shower Head"

(thank you to @marmaladeskies67 for requesting this! they wanted a sweet + smutty Ringo fic, possibly something in the shower ;) it ended up far longer than I originally intended- hope you enjoy nonetheless! 💕)

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️!!!VERY NSFW!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

DISCLAIMERS:

this is my first full smut fic, so please be kind! :)

the words "c!nt" and "c!ck" are used quite a few times- if this makes you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to read any further

(this fic starts where my last imagine left off, except in this scenario you're getting ready to shower instead of bathe)

You grin smugly at him and reply: "How about now?"

Ringo suddenly regains his confidence and smirks- he steps back into the room and closes the door, locking it behind him. "In that case..." he says, unbuttoning his shirt: "I'll join you." He looks into your eyes as he unfastens each button one by one and shrugs his shirt off, tossing it onto the bathroom counter. Ringo steps closer to you and places a hand on either side of your face, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You're both out of breath by the time Ringo pulls away; his cheeks are flushed pink, his full lips are parted and his eyes are half-lidded, gazing longingly at you.

When Ringo steps back you take the opportunity to drop your towel, letting it slide down the hills and valleys of your body and fall to the floor as you maintain eye contact with him. His azure eyes widen and he looks you up and down slowly. Ringo stares at you in awe, mouth slightly agape as he takes his time to admire your physique. "You are... absolutely stunning, Y/N. I'm so damn lucky to have you," he tells you breathlessly, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for yet another snog. You don't think you'll ever get enough of the feeling- his plush lips against yours, the taste of him, the sensuality of his movements... it's heaven on Earth. Ringo licks your bottom lip softly and you part your lips for him. Your tongues dance with one another- not fighting for dominance, but tangling together in perfect harmony. When he steps back once more, there's a string of saliva connecting your lips; Ringo gently wipes it away with the back of his hand.

His eyes find yours, a sort of hunger behind them as he runs his hand down his chest, over his stomach, past his 'happy trail,' and to his belt buckle. He unfastens the belt and pulls it through each loop painfully slowly before unbuttoning his pants and zipping down his fly. Ringo pulls his jeans down, steps out of them, and tosses them aside: "How about you get rid of my boxers for me, darling?" Ringo asks, his voice husky and dripping with seduction.

You nod and kneel obediently, taking one side of the waistband in your teeth and hooking your index finger into the other. As you pull Ringo's boxers down his erection springs free and nearly slaps your cheek. You gaze eagerly at it- thick and hard and veiny, and practically begging for your touch- and wrap your hand around the base. Ringo shivers at your touch and you give the head a kitten lick, earning a groan from the man. As you take his length into your mouth he leans his head back, the heat and wetness overwhelming his nerves. Ringo's hands tangle themselves in your hair and you bob your head back and forth, pleasuring him at a leisurely pace. Not even a full minute passes before he speaks up: "C-Careful, love," he gasps out between moans, "'M close... but I wanna- mmh- finish in yer cunt."

Ringo slides out of your mouth and you stand up, pulling the shower curtain aside. Your boyfriend steps out of his boxers and follows you into the shower; to the surprise of you both the water still runs hot, cascading down your bodies as he positions himself behind you. Ringo presses himself flush against you and you can feel his erection poking your backside. "I think it's your turn now, sweetheart," he growls in your ear, sending waves of arousal rippling throughout your body. You feel how rough and calloused his fingertips are as he slides his hands over and down the soft skin of your stomach. You spread your thighs wider and Ringo slips a hand between your legs.

You feel two thick fingers stroke your lips, and you whine as Ringo circles your clit teasingly. He chuckles softly: "So needy already?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Despite knowing that his question was rhetorical, you respond with a nod: "Only for you, Ritchie~" "Good girl," he purrs and slips a finger into you, pumping it slowly in and out. You whimper and moan Ringo's name, arching your back against him and letting your head lull back onto his shoulder. His pace quickens and he slides another bulky digit inside of you, his thumb reaching up to play with your clit. "Ahh- Fuck, Ritchie," you cry out as Ringo pleasures you with his adept fingers. "That's it, love- just relax," he says, his fingers fucking you faster as his thumb circles your swollen clit. You whine once more and clench around his fingers, your nerves going crazy from the stimulation- you're unable to keep your knees from buckling, and you fall back into Ringo's strong arms as he holds you up. He keeps a steady rhythm (being a drummer, he's exceptionally good at doing so) as you gasp for air, soft moans escaping your lips and sending warm blood rushing to Ringo's hard cock. "F-Fuck," you pant, "I'm close." "It's okay darling, let go- cum for me," his husky voice edges you on and suddenly you're electric- the feeling of his fingers stroking you inside and out is so much, too much, and you're pushed to your climax. You cry out Ringo's name as your body shakes and quivers, your toes curling and your legs now giving out completely as he holds you upright.

When you can finally stand on your own again (albeit still trembling), Ringo slides his fingers out of you and brings them to his lips, sucking on them and savoring what the water hasn't managed to rinse off. "You taste so good, baby" he hums; "Seems like we've got more than enough lube now, eh?" he chuckles as you catch your breath. You turn around to face Ringo and the two of you share a sloppy, desperate open-mouthed kiss.

"I want you, Ritchie," you tell him, your voice low and lustful. "Oh, yeah?" he lifts you up and pins you against the tiled shower wall. "Your arse in that pretty little skirt's kept me 'ard all day, sweetheart," he growls beside your ear. Ringo trails soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving occasional love bites on your sensitive skin. You buck your hips into him and whine: "Ritchie, quit teasing!" "All right, all right," he chuckles at your frustration; "So eager for me." "Just for you," you purr. "Is that so?" he gives you a cheeky grin and lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick cunt. "Uh-huh," you nod enthusiastically, breasts bouncing with each vigorous movement. Ringo looks into your eyes, his own glazed over with lust and want and need for you: "Are you ready, love?" he asks tenderly. "Yes, Ritchie, please," you plead, and with your permission he slides his length into you, stilling when he's buried himself all the way into your cunt.

You whimper at the feeling of being stretched and filled by Ringo and you tighten your hold on his shoulders, gripping them until your knuckles turn ghost-white. He pulls back until just his tip is inside of you, stalling for only a moment before slamming back into you and repeating the motion. Ringo fucks you at an excruciatingly slow pace, speeding up only when you begin to grind against him, begging for some more friction. Ringo groans as he quickens his pace, the filthy sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing throughout the small room. "Fuck, Y/N.. you're so tight and hot, and- mmh- so wet for me," Ringo growls into your ear as your moans grow louder by the second. "Mm.. ahh.. Ritchie!" you whine as he drills you into the shower wall, the feeling of his cock filling you up so satisfying that you're nearing another orgasm already. Ringo grunts and moans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches his climax. "Mmh, Y/N, I'm so close.." Ringo reaches a hand between your legs and rubs sloppy circles on your sensitive clit. You gasp his name and buck your hips instinctively. "Ahh- fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum," Ringo buries himself deep in you and cries out your name as he spills his load inside of you. The warmth of his cum and the stimulation of his fingers teasing you pushes you over the edge and you follow close behind him, moaning Ringo's name as you reach your high once more. He thrusts lazily into you as you ride out your second orgasm.

You collapse against Ringo's chest and he holds you as you heave, exasperated, your combined sweat rinsed off and washed away by the flowing water- which runs cold now, but you two are more than warm enough. When you've summoned up enough strength to stand, Ringo sets you down and gazes breathlessly into your eyes. "That was so.. fucking... good," he pants out. "I love you, Y/N." You look up at him with tired eyes, a satisfied grin on your face: "I love you too, Ritchie." He pulls you close and holds you in a sweet embrace, the water cascading down over your bodies as you relish each other's presence. You stay like that for what seems like (and may be) minutes before Ringo pulls away and speaks: "Guess we'd better get you cleaned up" ♡

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How they calm you down when you're very stressed/having a breakdown 💜

thanks so much to @betchq who requested this one! hope you enjoy :) 💕

(these ended up wayyy too long.. whoops :P)

Paul:

it's all too much- you can't take it anymore

one minute you're sitting on the bed venting to Paul about work and family troubles- frustrated, but not devastated- and suddenly you've spiraled again

you're practically hyperventilating, gripping the duvet so hard your knuckles turn white, sobbing about how unfair the world is and how you'll never truly be happy

"Woah, woah, what's this all about darling?" he interjects tenderly, a gentle finger lifting your chin up to look at him, briefly breaking you from the hope-devouring clutches of your panicked mind

"It's -*hic*- just too m-much to handle Paul, I -*hic*- c-cant do it anymore," you manage to squeak out between sobs, your voice wavering and your lip quivering

Paul gazes into your tear-filled eyes, scanning them with his own in an attempt to gain understanding, a deeply concerned expression on his face

he places a firm, loving hand on each of your shoulders, eyes still locked on yours

"Listen to me, my love- nothing, and I mean nothing, is so wrong or bad that you can't take it on, or that this world would be better off without you. I know things are difficult for ye right now and it's completely understandable that you're overwhelmed- but you will get through this. And I will stay glued to your side every step of the way"

you inhale shakily, the cascade of tears that once flowed down your cheeks slowing to a halt as Paul continues his pep talk:

"Regardless of how daunting and scary it seems and no matter what it takes, you are going to be okay- more than okay, you are going to get through this and emerge from it even better off and happier than ever before. Ye hear me?" he says sincerely- his gaze stern, piercing, and comforting all at the same time

you nod slowly, eyes glimmering with residual tears, and sniffle once more

"You are the strongest, most capable, and most resilient person I know. I don't ever want you to feel that the days are becoming too heavy for you to handle. And if you do you know you can always, always come to me, no matter how insignificant you think your struggles are- they're not. I don't care if I'm 'busy,' nothing ever takes priority over you and your wellbeing, Y/N. I mean that."

you smile up at him with appreciation as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs

"T-Thank you, Paul. It all just gets so overwhelming.. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's no trouble at all love, that's me job"- he gives you a small smile and pulls you in for a long, gentle hug

"I adore you Y/N, you are my whole world. Promise you'll come to me if you ever feel this way again?"

you nuzzle into Paul's chest: "I promise"

"That's my (girl/boy/love). I love you more than anything in this world- don't you ever forget that" ♡

John:

you don't even hear the front door open and shut, the sound drowned out by your sobs combined with the melancholy tunes coming from the record player on your dresser

"Y/N, I'm home!" John calls out, kicking off his shoes and coming to find you

he searches for you on the couch, at the dining room table, and then in the kitchen- but you're nowhere to be found

That's strange, he thinks, Y/N's almost always sat on the couch waiting for me when I come home...

"Where's my sweet birdie?~" he tries, striding briskly down the hallway to your shared bedroom, still in pursuit of his partner

John raps his knuckles against the wooden door and waits a few moments for a response

when he doesn't get one he turns the doorknob and pushes his way in, panic flooding his mind and senses

nothing could have prepared John for what he sees- the love of his life curled up fetal-style in bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, cheeks glistening with tears and features screwed up into an agonized expression

he rushes to your side immediately, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and shaking you softly to alert you of his presence

he spooks you and you startle, eyes snapping open in shock

"Are you alright, love? What happened- did somebody hurt you?? If someone upset ye I swear I'll make 'em rue the day they were born-" he seethes, interrupted only by you sitting up against the pillows and taking his hand in yours:

"J-John, calm down, I'm fine.."

"Did.. did I do something? Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong Y/N, whatever it is I'll fix it I promi-"

"No John, you've done everything right," you sigh

"It's j-just.." you trail off, unable to meet his gaze

he waits for a moment before encouraging you with a "Go on darling, you can tell me anything"

you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing- "Everything is so overwhelming and heavy.. just living feels like too much some days. I don't know what to do John, I'm downright miserable!!" you exclaim, your eyes once again welling up with tears

"..Oh sweetheart, come here" he opens his strong arms, pulling you in for an emotionally charged hug

John isn't the greatest at discussing feelings, so he offers comforting words instead

"Shh, everything's alright... I'm here, Johnny's got ye" he soothes, stroking your hair as you quiver in his arms, your body wracked with sobs

"I-It's just one of those days where I don't know how I'll ever b-be -*hic*- happy" you croak out, clutching his body close to yours

John draws in a deep breath before responding: "I understand how you feel- I've had plenty of those days meself," he confides in you

"But we can't let them stop us from living. Sometimes your perspective gets all screwed up and ye can't see through the bullshit your mind hurls at you,

"But one bad day is still just twenty-four hours, ye know? It helps me to think about that- that this too shall pass," he reassures you candidly, rubbing gentle circles into your back

"I know it seems impossible right now, but you'll- we'll," he corrects, "get everything sorted- including that pretty little 'ead of yours- and you'll feel like yourself again sooner than you know. Got that?" he asks

you simply nod, beginning to calm down but unable to speak just yet, and nuzzle further into John

he squeezes you tightly: "Y/N- ye know I know what it feels like to be stressed and depressed, and I just.." you hear John start to choke up and feel him tremble as he begins to cry, himself

"-ah don't ever want ye to feel hopeless like I 'ave, you know I'd take it all away in an instant if I could" he says, trying and failing to mask the wavering of his voice

"Even if it meant I'd have to take it all on meself instead, I can handle it- I'd do anything for you Y/N, I've never loved anyone or anything like I do you and it hurts me to see you in such pain"

John's voice breaks at the end of his monologue and you hear him sniffle

with that, you finally speak up: "Oh John, I'll be okay- I promise. Thank you for changing my perspective, it's just so difficult to pull yourself out of despair sometimes.. some days are just so.. heavy" you say, pulling back and looking up at him; "I didn't mean to make you cry too"

you dry your face with your sleeve and John takes your hands in his

"Y/N you know I understand completely, and I want ye to come right to me when the days get too overwhelming- I'll be sure to set your perspective straight. Don't you ever worry about making me upset or anythin' of the like, okay love?"

you nod- "And besides, I ain't crying" John says somewhat defensively and shifts his gaze away from you, still clutching your hands in his larger ones

you chuckle softly and roll your eyes at him- "Whatever you say Johnny.. you can't fool me, I know you're a softie" you tease, booping him gently on the nose

he pulls one hand back from yours, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly- "Yeah, yeah, that's enough" John says, expression hardening as he tries to disguise the grin making its way across his face

you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at you

"Thank you, John. I feel so much lighter now"

"Ahh, don't mention it darling. Anytime at all- you mean the world to me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, John." ♡

George:

to your boyfriend George, it's a day like any other

he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom, fizzy drink in hand, intent on watching some cartoons in bed with you

he knocks and upon hearing your, "Come in!" enters the room with an "'Ello, gorgeous!"

"Room for one more? I was thinking we could have a cartoon marathon this evening- what do ye think?" he proposes, approaching you and taking a sip of his drink

you hesitate a moment before answering: "Yeah, that's fine Geo" you say flatly, punctuated with a quiet sniffle

"...Are you feeling alright, dear? What's got you down?"

George sets his glass on the nightstand and sits beside you in bed

"Nothing's the matter babe, I'm okay" you mutter unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact

George studies your face, just now noticing the red and puffy appearance of your eyes

"Have you been crying..?" he asks gingerly and places a gentle hand on your cheek

you finally turn to look at him, sighing: "...yes but before you freak out, it's really nothing- just one of those days, you know?" you offer George a weak smile, downplaying your stress

"Y/N." he begins sternly, "I can tell when something's wrong. Do you want to tell me about it, doll?"

"I would, but there really isn't much to talk about... it's just life, I guess. Nothing specific" you shrug

"It's not 'just' anything- if it matters to you, it matters just as much to me," George reassures you sweetly

"Thank you Geo, but I don't know what to tell you. I just feel...tense and pessimistic, you know?"

George nods in understanding: "Really just that sort of day then, eh? That's the worst- ye can't target anything to fix it," he sympathizes and you nod in agreement

"Tell you what- I don't care if it takes all night, I'm gonna do whatever it is I can to make you feel comfortable and calm, all right? Starting with getting some food in ya- I know that always makes me feel better" he grins

you offer him a half-hearted smile, as much as you can muster in your state

"Of course it does, George" you chuckle, "that sounds lovely"

George disappears down the hall and returns just moments later kicking the door open, arms full of snacks and sweets (including jelly babies)

your face lights up at the sight of him

he unloads everything, opening his arms and dumping it all on the bed for you to choose whichever item you please

"Thank you, Geo" you giggle and grab one of the bags of crisps, opening it and promptly reaching in for a handful to munch on

"Anything else I can get you, darling? Anything at all?"

"Hmm.. no, I don't think so-" you start, but George cuts you off before you can finish your sentence

"Oh I know! You need a nice, warm cuppa- that'll be sure to soothe you. Be right back, love" he says and with that, he's out the door once more

you wait patiently in bed for a few minutes and graze on the treats George had brought you until he reappears, a ceramic mug in one hand and a box of tissues in the other

"Here you are dear," he says, handing the mug to you and placing the tissues on your nightstand- "I thought you might need these"

"You really didn't have to do all this, my love- thank you. It really warms my heart" you tell him earnestly, "I already feel so much better"

George beams at you: "Of course gorgeous, it's no trouble at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Hmm..." you contemplate his question for a moment before responding- "Just one more thing, I think"

"What is it, Y/N? Anything at all, just say the word"

"Get over here and cuddle me!"- you lift the blanket and invite him to lay with you

"I thought you'd never ask" George says cheekily and hops into bed, pulling you close to his chest to spoon you

(and reaching over you to grab an overflowing handful of crisps, shoveling them into his mouth)

you can't help but laugh and snuggle into George, your worries forgotten

"Thank you, Geo. You're the best"

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't look after my (girl/boy/love)? And besides, it's no inconvenience at all- don't you worry. I love you, Y/N"

"And I love you, George" ♡

Ringo:

Ringo has always made you feel safe, heard, and loved, and he's assured you that you can confide in him whenever you need to

he's made it a point to tell you to come to him whenever you need him, and that he'll drop everything to help you in any way he can

on one particular evening, nothing seems to be going right for you

you're beyond stressed and overwhelmed, and you can't help but break down from the pressure and weight of the world

at first when you step out into the living room, face red and tear-streaked, Ringo is oblivious

he carries on watching the television, gaze locked onto the technicolor screen

"Ritchie..?" you say meekly; "What is it, my love?" he calls out, eyes still fixed on the telly

upon seeing how invested he is in the program, you suddenly feel like a burden despite what he's told you numerous times before about coming to him when you're upset

"Umm.. nevermind" you squeak out, about to turn and drag yourself back to the bedroom when Ringo finally whips his head around to face you

his wide eyes take in your pathetic, hunched frame- hair tousled, eyes puffy and blanket pulled tight around you

"Oh my- sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" he scrambles up off of the sofa and rushes over to you, panic evident in his expression

he places his hands on your shoulders and looks you over, eyes searching yours for answers

"Yeah, I'm okay" you sniffle, "but.. remember all those times you told me I should come to you if I'm ever stressed out?"

"Of course I do love, what's got you so stressed?" he inquires delicately, rubbing your shoulders

"Life, existence, everything!" you confess, exhausted

"Oh honey, everything's alright- I promise! Come here" Ringo beckons you closer and smothers you in one of his renowned bear hugs

you begin to sob quietly into his shirt

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me today, I don't want to burden you-"

"Love, don't you ever worry about being overbearing or burdening me- I am always ready and willing to help you, please understand that. Managing your stress is so important and I'm thankful that ye came to me. That's what I'm here for" he reassures you as he holds you close to him

you sniffle and tremble, your tears soaking through his cotton t-shirt

"Shh, everything's going to be fine. It's okay to cry" Ringo soothes

"It's just a bad day. It doesn't mean that everything is falling apart, I promise. I'm right here. We've got this, together- you and I could take on the whole world if we had to!"

you pull back from his embrace and gaze into his eyes; "Really?"

"Of course we could, baby! Now let's get you to bed, how about that?"

you nod and Ringo lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared room and setting you down gently on the bed

he swaddles you in a blanket burrito and proceeds to kiss your tears away, peppering your face with little smooches that make your heart flutter and your mind go blank

"Ritchie!!" you exclaim, giggling

"What? Kisses are the best medicine"- you agree, as long as they're his at least

once he's finished administering your treatment, he asks: "What else can I fetch ye, cutie? Anything?"

"You!"

"Why, of course!" Ringo's grin widens, lighting up his face as he pulls you close to him in bed

you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, the dull thud of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene state of mind

for the remainder of the night Ringo refuses to leave your side, even when you drift off into peaceful slumber at last

"I love you, Y/N" he mumbles, the last thought occupying his mind before he too dozes off to sleep ♡

Idk if you take trans reader requests, but maybe how they would help you through your dysphoria?

I've never written anything pertaining specifically to a trans reader and I'd hope nothing I write would come off as offensive or too cliche, but I could certainly do that! :D I've been a part of the LGBTQ+ community since as long as I can remember and listened to many transgender individuals discuss their personal struggles with dysphoria, so I am familiar with how uncomfortable and invalidating it can feel for a person <3 May I ask whether you'd like me to write for an MtF or FtM reader for this one, love? :)

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.