Could I maybe request a george or ringo x reader who wears glasses? I rarely see it anywhere and I think it'd be cute c:
Maybe something like they meet by bumping into each other and he gives her her glasses and then when she puts them on he's like starstruck lol
alrightly ill see what I can do
I'm going to do Ringo if that's alright with you my love!
𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔?
a/n: disclaimer!!!! I understand these are real people, this is for entertainment purposes only!!! excuse any grammar mistakes! not proofread. angels I'm back <3!!!
summary: you're late for work, rushing to get there, you then suddenly knock into someone losing your glasses.
wc: 712
warnings: cute
You were never late for work, but today is different. Your alarm never went off, causing you to wake up way past the time you were supposed to be in. Scrambling out of bed, having no time to tidy up the duvet.
Quickly fixed your hair and rummaged through your closet to find something that matched. Time was going by quicker than you thought. Splashing some water on your face to awaken you before you rushed to put your shoes on. Grabbed your glasses and made your way out the door.
Walking down the street. Head in your bag, looking for something you definitely forgot. Not paying any attention to whatever's in front of you. Big mistake…
Suddenly colliding into someone. Glasses fallen off, you almost fell over, but whoever it was quickly caught you.
“I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention” you quickly spoke. Hoping whoever it was understood.
“Don’t worry, it's all my fault I was the one who wasn't paying attention.” The man spoke. His voice was deep but had this soft reassurance in it.
You tried to look to see who this man was, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't. Not without your glasses. Matter of fact where had they gone, you could've sworn you left the house with them on. Always forgetting lots of things, but never your glasses, no.
Ringo could tell you were blind as a bat. Looking down he noticed your glasses. Letting go of you as he bent down to pick them up.
“These your glasses?” He questioned. Pointing the glasses in his hand towards you.
Before you could reply he laughed.
“Well how would you know you can’t even see?” He gently maneuvered the glasses onto your face. “Lets just hope these are yours, how are they?”
Your eyes adjusted to the lens. Making out the man in front of you.
“Great, thank you.” You smiled.
Ringo was just in disbelief. The way your glasses had just shaped your face. Pointing out the small details in you that he didn't see before.
“You alright?” you softly chucked as you looked at him. Noticing his sad puppy like eyes and deep brown hair. You had to admit he was pretty cute.
“Oh yeah, sorry it's just you look very nice, with your glasses. They suit your face.”
He spoke shyly, glancing down at his feet then back at you.
Your cheeks flushed pink from his complement. You always felt that your glasses ruined any confidence you had. But the words that had come out of his mouth showed you a different light.
“Really? That's very sweet of you to say, thank you.” you said. Finger pushing on the bridge of your glasses as they slipped.
He knew he had to head back to the studio, but you were making it impossible. It was like you tied some string around him and just kept pulling him closer. So he asked for your name and you told him so.
“That's a lovely name.” He smiled “You know, are you doing anything at the moment?”
You mirrored his smile until you heard the last words in what he just said. “Are you doing anything at the moment?”
Your eyes widened. “Uh, do you know what time it is?” Your voice had a rising panic in it.
Ringo quickly checked his watch as he registered the panic in your tone. “It's half past ten” he said.
“Oh for fucksake” you scoffed “Im bloody done for.” Rubbing your forehead as you sighed.
“What's the matter?” his brow furrowed as he looked at your distress.
“I’m super late for work. My shift started 2 hours ago.” you huffed.
Digging in your bag, pulling out a pen. Still searching for something to write on. You eventually just ripped part of a cigarette box and wrote on that.
“Here, maybe we can pick up where we left off. And maybe next time I won't be late for work.” you laughed nervously.
Hands crossing over one another, lightingly lingering. As you passed the torn piece of cigarette box into his hand. Ringo looked down at the paper with neat handwriting that looked rushed. Your name and number scribbled on it. And once he looked up you were gone.
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