Hi love !! I saw your intro post & it’s so cute !! I’ve been a Beatles fan since I was very little, but recently I started reading more about them & now I’m lwk obsessed with them lol
Would it be alright if I request Ringo (or any of them) with a reader is also a Singer/Musician ? How they met, confessed all that Jazz just very fluffy 😋 remember to drink water & take care of yourself ! 💌
aww you’re sweet. i couldn’t say no to this even if i wanted to!
Ringo Starr x Singer!Reader
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content warning: None! except…i made it a bit long cuz i really liked this request🥹
fem!reader 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ first kiss, very very fluffy, just for you! ☺️☺️
Ringo Starr certainly did not expect to find love at this press conference he and the others were attending. Most times, women screamed over the journalists as they tried their best to get questions that would end up on the front of some cheeky newspaper. Questions which only served to annoy the young men, anyways. It never really occurred to him that these daft little things could actually lead to a major change in his life.
a man, your manager, held your arm as the two of you pushed and shoved your way through the crowd of fans more focused on the boys sitting in front of thousands more people. Ringo doesn’t know how you caught his eye. maybe it was how your hair just happened to be more neatly kept than all the others. maybe it was the outfit you wore. maybe it was how you seemed to not care about him or his band as they reluctantly answered foolish questions.
and he just couldn’t look away.
“Ringo,” Paul had teasingly started in a sing-songy tone, running up beside the bloke who oh-so-quickly made an effort to leave as soon as he could. “Which talent in the crowd caught your eye?”
“I don’t know what you’re yabbering about.” Ringo mumbled, seemingly stuck in thought as his droopy blue eyes scanned through endless people just for you.
his shoulders sunk in disappointment.
“mm.” Paul hummed, unsatisfied. “I’m sure you could snag her, if that’s what you’re all knotted about.”
he lit a cigarette and passed the flame to ringo. he just shook is head.
“Not even a smoke? christ, ringo! she’d better be quite fine for this behavior.”
“oh nod off. i’m not trying to fix myself up for some girl. she’ll only reject me in the end.”
“Hey, have you seen the others?” the taller beatle finally asked.
“Paulie! Rich!” John’s voice was heard, seemingly over a crowd of screaming girls. The two young men looked over their shoulders to see him; with a shorter woman tucked at his side.
“ah. already found one for the night i see.” Paul muttered under his breath, blowing out a huff of smoke from his lips.
Ringo froze, looking directly into your eyes. your beautiful, sweet eyes.
you didn’t seem to care that the john lennon had his arm over your shoulder, playing with a piece of your hair.
you just looked at ringo curiously.
he looked at you like you hung the stars and moon.
his feet moved without him even thinking.
“This is (name). Brian says we’re gonna do some sorta’ tune with her some time this week during our trip.” John said, looking down at you with a small smirk. “Ain’t that right, love?”
you just rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips.
“it is. although i can’t say im too excited to work with such a cheeky thing like you.” You retorted, shrugging his arm off.
john’s mouth went slack. george huffed in amusement.
“ah, the great lennon has been rejected. what will come of him?” Paul mocked, knuckling his fist into John’s moppy hair. the two bickered as ringo approached you, arm already extended with a hand for you to shake.
“Hello.” You smile. “I’m quite glad to meet you.”
“I should say the same to you. you’re a singer, aren’t you?”
“Well,” you rub your neck. “If i’m bein’ honest, my manager really just picked me from some bar a month or two ago. I was singing and next thing you know, i’m thrown into a studio to test my ‘true potential’.”
“he said all i need is the right collaboration, and I’ll be up and ready on my own.”
Ringo hummed, really just admiring the way your lips moved or how your eyes creased while you nervously laughed at the words you were saying. blah blah blah, proper name. place name. backstory stuff.
“anyway,” you snapped him out of his daze, which surely kept on for the long while that you were nervously chatting his ear off. “I can hear my name being called. prolly have to get back to my hotel before it gets too dark.”
“Let me walk you to your car!” Ringo blurted, a small smile emerging over his lips as he watched flush spread over your cheeks.
“…i’d like that.” you grinned.
and it all kind of went from there. John would bitterly watch as the two of you exchanged slushy glances, or would let touches linger longer than one would while handing over simple objects; such as tea mugs. it’s not like lennon was into you, but he certainly didn’t like that the goofy one in the group was getting so close with the woman who rejected him.
Even while recording songs, you asked if you could stand closer to ringo while he played his part. you would try to mimic his technique, and he would laugh at your frustration when he’d intentionally speed up the tempo.
“it just takes a lil’ bit o’ practice, you know what i mean?” he gleamed.
“right.” you said, a little more motivated this time. “I got this!”
using a drum set made out of cardboard boxes, paper plates on sticks, and chopsticks for your drumsticks, Ringo would intentionally stay after sessions just to teach you.
in the past, you never cared much for drums. not until you watched ringo play, and the way he would smile every time his bandmates really got into the groove of the mood.
now it was something you practiced with your fingers against a counter or the steering wheel of your car.
the beatles had a limited amount of time with you. by sunday, you were supposed to have a song ready to release to the public for the new album you had been working on.
it was thursday when Ringo had let you actually play his drums.
“c’mon lads. just let her play for one take. she’ll do fine!” he begged the others.
you laughed nervously as they all eyed you each time you would throw them off tempo, or even hit the set a little too loud.
“Y’know, drummers like you actually make me appreciate ringo.” George had said dryly. you couldn’t tell he was teasing until you saw the slight smirk pull at his lips when your cheeks flushed.
ringo just clicked his tongue.
“ay, be nice to the bird. i’as just as bad till i got more hours in with some other groups!” he patted your shoulder as you slumped over his drum-set with faux disappointment.
“guess this means we will need to practice a little more together then, right?” you muttered, trying to sound upset despite the smile creeping over your lips.
ringo just laughed in response.
he was hopelessly in love with you. your voice was as smooth as butter, and it pulled him in with each pause or deep breath.
you were going to make it big.
you were beautiful, sweet, and had charm like no other woman he’d met.
though with each day he got to know you, he couldn’t help but worry about the deadline of your time spent together.
it was sunday night, and the beatles had to fly out first thing the next morning.
“Do ya think your manager’d let ya fly down with us?” He asked with a hopeful optimism. the two of you sat down by a lake, admiring the way shining stars would bless the water with their light.
you shook your head, eyes averted off to the side. Ringo knew you weren’t too glad about them leaving either. despite the boys being rather cheeky at times, you’d still grown to appreciate what they had to teach you. george joked that if you weren’t ringo’s girl, he’d have already tried to get ya.
you just blushed; having been referred to as “ringo’s girl”.
however, ringo didn’t think it was a joke for some reason. he made sure to keep you away from george after that.
“I really don’t think so, richie.” you whispered, twiddling your thumbs.
ringo watched your expression crumble slightly, and it made his stomach twist into knots. he put his calloused, rough hand on yours.
“don’t get so worked up over a day that hasn’t come yet.” he teases with a slight tug at the lips, clearly trying to break the tension.
“Ringo, you’re leaving tomorrow.” you deadpanned, a little bit taken aback by his optimism.
“Tomorrow never knows.” he shrugs, eyes trying to find yours. you seemed to intentionally avoid the contact, which made him pull away just slightly.
your eyes pooled with tears.
“I’m going to miss you dearly.” you whisper, voice cracking with emotions that you’re clearly trying holding back. “I…I’m afraid you’ll forget me.”
weirdly enough, his heart skipped a beat.
who in christs sake could forget you!?
he quietly laughed, making your head whip towards him.
“is there something funny about my feelings!?” you scolded, crossing your arms against your chest with heightened defensiveness.
“no, no! christ, no.” he quickly shook his hands, trying to ease the furrow in your brow with a nervous smile. “it’s only, i was worried the same thing.” Ringo admits.
your shoulders seem to relax at that.
“well yeah. I don’t say nothin’ i don’t mean.”
“I really like you, richie.” you whisper, eyes darting desperately over his face for signs that he feels only slightly the same. your hands find his, and your thumbs find themselves tracing over his knuckles with reverence.
his smile softens, taking on a warmer and more grateful expression.
“i quite like you too, beautiful.” his gaze traces the way your nose curves, taking in any freckle or mole with some gentle gratitude that they are there. every part of you was just so beautiful.
you suddenly felt embarrassed.
ringos eyes dart down to your lips, then back to your eyes. with the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips and how his hand moved up to brush some hair out of your face, you knew at that moment it was time.
his eyes asked the question. you just nodded.
butterflies pooled in your stomach as ringo tilted his head to the side, leaning forward just enough to press his lips against yours. testing the waters, he waited until your tension subsided before he cupped your chin and lifted it into the sensation, taking in the moment for as long as it would last.
“how could i forget you now?” he teases after the contact breaks, forehead rested against yours. your eyes were shut, brows knit in concentration.
“what’re you doin? havin’ a stroke?” Ringo blinks, pulling away to look at your face.
“that was my first kiss. and it was with ringo star. i might faint, so please just leave me here with my humiliation if i do.”
and after that night, you knew you would see each other again. ringo made sure to visit you each time the beatles went down to the U.S, and you made sure to write as much as you could.
just as your manager predicted; you made it big. you did commercials, ads, and had your own sections in magazines.
if there was one thing ringo was sure to do, it was to collect every little thing you did in any way he could.
he was just as much of a fangirl as you were at this point.
please don’t copy or feed my work into ai, thanks!
