Antonio✨️🏳️⚧️ -beatlemanic who also loves rhythm heaven and of mice and men-john lennon is my pookie-he/they-be nice please :) profile by @eggieeggsta
How I feel after crushing on all the Beatles + their wives + shipping all four of them with each other in every possible combination + loving them with their wives.
- it's either canon (e.g. mel/jayce arcane, arthur/guinevere bbcmerlin) or entirely plausible (e.g. prism or coupé/robert dispatch)
- fanbase overwhelmingly pairs nb man off with another nb man and disengages from the Black woman character, shunting her into a background wise & sassy caretaker role (for which there is a name) or leaving her out of fanworks entirely
- fans who do this ^ claim it is an expression of love and admiration for the Black woman character, actually, bc the nb man (who may be her canonical partner) "can't handle all that" (he may be perfectly competent and engaged; she may be totally low maintenance; it has no bearing), she's just too wonderful (too much) and out of his league (lacking in flaws and interiority and fan appeal)
have we all observed this and can we see the multiple dimensions in which it is racist ☝️ i'm not bringing it up to make any beautiful fujos feel bad abt shipping this or that, just to ask for some consideration of what ppl are saying abt Black women when they make their excuses to each other. like you can just not make the excuses. yk?
Hello!! could you write 1970! john x reader’s married life fic? i’d love to read some sweet and cozy every moment between them, with lots of teasing, silly little jokes and cute fluff
sorry if my English isn’t perfect it’s not my first language 🥹 i’d hope you’ll understand
THANK YOU!!!🩷🩷🩷
And I Love Her
1970 John x reader
Masterlist
Married life with John is just amazing, and here are some moments of being with him after being married!
Just fluffy, wholesome, will make you giggle, kicking your feet scenarios, no use of y/n, GN!reader
. ۫ ꣑ৎ Cuddling
It’s no secret that John loves a good cuddle, even if he says he doesn’t, you know he is lying just to save face.
That is why you always prove a point when John says “ I don’ even like cuddles, luv.” In his posh accent, turning his head away from yours.
“Oh yeah? Well what about the time, THE DAY OF our own wedding by the way, you didn’t want to go out of bed because you wanted to hug me all day.”
“Well-“
“And the time Paul and Ringo had to pull you away from me cause you didn’t want to rehearse with them, while George had my hand, trying to pull me away from your firm grip.”
“You see-“
“ And let’s not forget the time I was making breakfast, you decided it was a great idea to hug me from behind while I was making pancakes.”
“Okay! Okay, I see your point. You are right and I am wrong.” In defeat with a smile, he put both of his hands up while walking up you.
“You’re always right.” He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, as you wrapped your hands around his head.
“And it’s going to stay that way for a looong time.” A kiss came soon after as each of you smile.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ Taste Test
You love baking, and John loves tasting your baking, so whenever you have the time to make, let’s just say, a simple lava cake, or cheesecake, or cupcake.
John will be right behind you with a smile and a spoon in one hand, ready to dig in, especially when you call him in the kitchen to try something for a second opinion.
“Johnny! Can you come and taste this for me?!”
You then heard a thump from the second floor, footsteps becoming rapid from the stairs going down.
“Did you fall from up there?!” You screamed “Are you okay hun?!”
John then came running down the stairs, with a spoon in his hand, drool coming down to get ready for a bite.
“Don’t mind tha’ lovey, now what’s the sweet treat that I’ve been smelling all day?”
“Well if you must know, I attempted to do a lava cake, mind trying it for me hun?”
“Don’t mind if I do~”
John then took a bite and with so much dramatics, he went down on his knees and starting fake crying.
“It tastes so beautiful! I wanna marry you all over again! Please luv, marry me!”
“Hehehe! Honey we’ve been married for 3 years now. You’re so dramatic~”
“You just don’t get how lucky I am to have you wit’ me!” You can only shake your head and smile.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ The Press
There will always be days where the Press will always want to cause drama, but it never ends well cause John can only mention you.
“Do make these questions quick, my beloved is waiting for me at home.”
“My beloved has a wonderful recipe for that! It’s my favourite treat after a long day!”
“If I could date any other person instead of my beloved? Psh, just shoot me, I would rather date a bullet through the head than marry anyone else other than my beloved.”
“Well my beloved has similar issues with that, which is why we always come up with solutions together!”
“Oof- can’t answer that one, my beloved would have my head!”
“And what would you say is your type?”
“My beloved~”
Hiiii, I hope yall like this short fluffy fic!!
Just so yall know, I am starting school in a few days, so if you notice that your request is taking forever, it’s probably cause I’m busy😅
But anywayyys, if yall like this fic, request some more!!
I just read woman and omg it was soooo good!!! So…. I was wondering if you could write a John Lennon x beatle!reader? I would like it to be something where they just spend a whole day lounging around in their hotel room and sometime during the day the boys come in to annoy them. I was thinking it to be set during the filming of a hard days night on a day they have off. If this wasn’t already obvious I want it to be super sweet and have lots of fluff!!!! thank u sm !!
⤴︎ in which your bandmates just cant leave you be!
｡𖦹°‧ johnlennon x beatle!reader, the rest of the boys are kinda jealous of the attention reader gets from john hehe, some light teasing about reader being a girl, established relationship, mention of getting drunk/hooking up, johnny gets mad :o, a/n at the end!
಄ cant shake them off!
1964
honestly, when you first got into this, you weren’t expecting such a heavy workload. considering when you met john and paul, they were two young men from liverpool with a sort of lousy dream. you humored them, which ultimately charmed john, and he had offered you a spot as a second vocalist. background stuff… you know, under his vocals. he can’t have you steal all the spotlight! he knew having a female voice accompany his own, as well as paul’s, would make for a more distinguished sound. adding harmonies in higher ranges, pretty ooh’s behind guitar riffs.
and oh, you did sound so pretty.
you aren’t really sure how it happened, but somewhere in 1963, the two of you clicked. maybe it was the fact that both of you had been tipsy at a pub and ended up waking in john’s bed the morning after. even then, when you woke up to the feeling of his arms around your bare waist, you didn’t regret seeing him. okay, that most definitely was where it started. john had asked you out a few days after that. a few different times, actually. you kept either dodging it, or your schedules kept colliding and changing. besides, who needed a date anyway? you saw john every single day for hours on end. maybe it wasn’t exactly personal time, but sometimes paul and george and ringo left the two of you alone!
it wasn’t until the two of you just agreed to make it official that you started getting actual time with each other. but, for some reason, after you became tied down with john — the boys began treating you differently. they’d mock your talent, tell you that there was ‘no way a girl could outplay blokes like us’. that hurt you! of course it did! these boys were your friends, especially paul, you had known him for so long. and yet it seemed that he was the one tormenting you the most! he’d always correct your playing, make snide remarks at you and brush it off with a laugh. but… it wasn’t funny. it wasn’t funny at all. you loved john, yes, but that didn’t make your performance any worse!
you and the boys were filming some sort of film. honestly, the concept of it had flown over your head, it was the boys who had done all of the planning. once again, you seem to be left in the shadows about everything. but ofcourse, john was always there to make you feel better. he always gave you updates. whispered in your ear scene breakdowns, recited the little lines you had with you.
gosh, it was so boring, to be honest. the days were long and back to back. you hardly had any time to breathe let alone eat! it started feeling like john had gone back to your friend, rather than your lover.
when the two of you finally have just a few hours off, you immediately retreat to your hotel rooms. john is absolutely excited, he hasn’t gotten to pamper his beautiful girl in weeks. his mind was flooded with ideas. maybe he would run them a bath? have some icecream? watch a film? spend the day in bed (his favorite)? the possibilities were endless, but in all honesty, he was just excited to be able to hold you again.
“…and also, some magazine sent me a letter in the mail. they want to take pictures of me and have me on the cover! they said i’d have my own page and everything. ‘the ladybug’, ‘100 beauty secrets’, all of it, john!” the two of you are catching up, and john’s eyes never leave you as you speak. he smiles, his eyes soft and cheeks slightly flushed at the way you speak. wasn’t that stupid? that you could make him blush just from… talking to him?
“that’s lovely. just lovely. they don’t want me in ‘ere with ya? i could dress up all sexy-like and put on makeup.” he jokes, flaunting his hands outwards in a flamboyant gesture. his eyes close and his head tilts upwards like a model. you laugh, his favorite song, and move forward to kiss the underside of his jaw. at the feeling, his head tilts down and his hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap and kissing your cheek repeatedly. “no! they don’t want to see that, john. nobody does…” you reply, muffled into his temple.
he gasps, giving you a playful swat on your rear as his nose pokes under your jaw, lips pressing to your neck in a playful manner — just because he knows it tickles you. “yes they do! that’s what the press wants, love.”
the knob on the door turns and the wood swings open harshly, hitting the wall of your hotel room as the sound of three other voices loudly erupt in your quietness. your head lifts from where it was against john’s mop of hair, his hand still suspiciously on your behind. richard, who was the first one to come in, widens his eyes and shrugs. “don’t know what it is the two of ya do when you’re alone, looks a little scary.” he jokes, referring to john’s firm grip on you. which, admittedly had grown increasingly more firm when they walked in. he huffed against your skin, which made you giggle, but john wasn’t laughing. nothing was funny.
“nobody wants to know, mate.” paul replies to ringo, walking just behind him as the both of them enter your hotel bathroom to comb at their messy hair together. ringo yells at paul, something about ‘stop brushing my hair like you’re me mother!’ paul only replies with a small ‘hold still’, and george jokes back at their earlier banter. “i might want to know.” he murmurs, earning a loud roar of laughter from the other boys. george leans against the bathroom door, he too had grabbed another comb and started brushing at richard’s head. their chatter is loud and unintelligible.
“johnny..?” you whimper in questioning against his hair, pulling back to look down at him where you sat so prettily perched on his lap. he grunts, hands finally leaving where they had rested on your rear and sliding up to the bottom of your waist.
“can’t they just leave us alone? i’m getting sick of them, i swear i’ll cancel the film.” he grumbled, his nose scrunching in anger. all you can do is frown at him, your hands gently resting on his chest. you sigh, head tilted towards him as you lean in to kiss him. “they just wanted to see you, i bet.”
john does not want to see them, that’s for sure. he nearly tosses you off of his lap and manages to plop you down on the cushion beside the one you both were sitting on earlier. you try and grab at him, but he’s gone in seconds, his hand slapping down against george’s back hard.
“come on, i want the lot of you out. now! i’m not jokin’.” he tugs george back by the fabric of his shirt and gives him a “reassuring” pat on the shoulder. he swats away the combs out of their hands, sending them clattering to the floor. all john needs to do is glare at paul. with them knowing each other for so long, paul has learned when john means business. richard, however, has the balls to continue and pry at the situation.
“come on, mate, just having a bit of fun.” he groans, rolling his eyes and looking up at john. “it’s not fun to me. get!”
at his yell, the three boys shuffle out of your hotel room, murmuring something about how you’ve got him under some sort of crazy spell. or how you must have him brainwashed. you can’t help but frown when you overhear it. when will they ever stop using you as a reason for their fights? this was between john and them, you had nothing to do with it. well, maybe you had a little to do with it.
“i’m terribly sorry, beautiful girl.” he says immediately when the others are gone, swinging the door shut with a harsh slam. he’s still seething of course, but he always makes sure to soften up for you.
“dont be sorry, johnny, i know you’re mad. here, come here..” you pat the space beside you so invitingly, he feels his stomach flip at the sight of it all. a small smile graces his lips and he sits beside you, lifting you back up into his lap. his hands sit innocently on your thighs, rubbing up at down as he looks up at you.
you can only smile, he’s so incredibly handsome like this. (when he’s mad). some part of you wonders if you should poke at him more to keep him going. the rational part knows john just misses you. he closes his eyes and sighs when your arms come around his shoulders. he almost sinks back into the couch completely, he wishes he could. he wishes he could sink into another universe with you. one where the both of you weren’t famous, weren’t demanded to be somewhere all the time. one where it was just the two of you. no friends, no directors, no managers. is the fame and glory worth trading alone time with the woman he wanted to marry?
“can i kiss you?” he asks, something he only does when he’s emotionally vulnerable. sometimes, when he’s been all riled up, he gets into this state of vulnerability where he asks you to do certain things for him, or if he can do stuff. like you’re some kind of mother to him, almost. or at least, a woman he views as motherly. and that wasn’t terrible, motherly was a term far beyond filial. you could be motherly to him and still be the woman he wants to marry. still be the woman he kisses at night and whispers to.
“of course you can kiss me, come.” you murmur halfway against his mouth as he slowly pulls you down, your lips meet slowly, and your hands come up to cradle his face. he sighs, gently melting down and falling on his back on the small couch just in front of your hotel bed. the one with the end table and rotary phone beside it. you laugh and let your hands splat beside either side of his hand to steady yourself. one thing john also disliked about his friends, is how their minds immediately went to something sexual when they saw you sitting on top of him, or on his lap. john didn’t think of it that way at all. well, he could, but he didn’t. in his mind, you looked like some kind of beautiful mountain or something. the eiffel. something pretty like that. and he was just the ground holding you steady. you were the main event.
“i love you, beautiful lady.” he chirped up at you, calmer now that his hands could roam up and down your pretty body. he wanted to marry you soon. even though you’ve been dating only a year, you’ve known each other so much longer. that was reasonable! he just… when things got quiet and the two of you just were staring back at each other, he always thought of marrying you. always. it was a thought that never left his mind.
“i love you too, john” you murmur back, leaning down to kiss him again. he laughs, and so do you as the two of you melt into an embrace on the couch.
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a/n: omg i love getting requests sm, i love all of yalls cute little ideas and i really hope this is what you had in mind! i was actually planning on writing something similar where paul and john’s friendship sort of gets in the way of you and john — but since this is so close i might flip that idea and turn it into a paul x reader instead hehe…
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