pls can u do headcanons of all the beatles(not poly) with a reader whos also a preformer like them🥹✌️ like think nancy sinatra or lesley gore type
i love ur writing so bad and its only ur first work what da hell
the beatles with a performer partner || beatles x reader
♡ˎˊ˗ notes : hi gorgeous!! tysm for this req, i am the biggest lesley gore and nancy sinatra fangirl of all time so this was literally so fun to write. working on all other requests currently, so if you put something in my inbox it’ll be hopefully done by this time next week !!
. ౿ John ── .✦
He’s very showy about it, always tries to get you to sing or dance for his producer mates at parties when he’s had one too many G&Ts
When you release music, he buys absolutely all of your records. Goes to the local record store in a disguise and buys all 50 copies that the store has in stock. He thinks he’s hilarious for it but he stops it eventually after you complain about nobody else being able to buy the record.
He tries to casually brag about having a famous partner. Bringing it up in conversations, “y’know, sometimes i wish i wasn’t dating a bloody world renowned star, how d’s it feel to be normal, eh?”. He does it out of good fun, he’s never actually unhappy, just finding ways to tell people about you.
One thing he cannot stand is your hairspray, holds his breath every time you get out the bottle. He coughs and clutches his chest like he’s dying, putting on a whole show and falling to the floor.
. ౿ Paul ── .✦
He loves having someone to talk to who just gets it. Someone to ramble to about how difficult being in the spotlight
Helps you with picking outfits, learns how to stick on false eyelashes. He picks it all up pretty quick and soon enough, you’ve got your own stylist in your bedroom.
He sings with you at pretty much any time he can. Slumped in an armchair with his guitar, scribbling lyrics onto a piece of paper and asking you if you can sing the song he’s just written to test if it’s good or not.
Learns how to play your songs, too. He can listen to one of your singles once and repeat the entire song on his piano note for note.
Your entire house starts to revolve around music and performance arts, framed pictures of Elvis and Frank Sinatra all over your walls, entire rooms dedicated to housing pianos and guitars.
. ౿ George ── .✦
Before you even start dating, he’s a big fan of yours. He’s been to a bunch of your gigs and kept the tickets for each one, getting them out and showing you on your fifth or sixth date.
Even when you’re a couple, he still goes to every one of your shows, watching from the wings of the stage like he’s never seen something so perfect be his.
He makes a photobook of all of the pictures he’s taken with his camera on each of your tours. Pictures of you onstage, backstage, with him, on the tour bus. He gives the book to you as an anniversary present.
On the fairly uncommon occasion that he writes a song for the Beatles, he always plays it for you first, making sure it’s gotten your approval. He looks up to you musically, asks you for advice on writing, performing, “which one of these guitars should i buy?”.
. ౿ Ringo ── .✦
His very first question for you when you told him that you made music was “can you play the drums?”. He took it upon himself to teach you straight after your first date, letting you practice on his proper studio drumkit.
He’s very unserious about having a famous partner, insists on walking up the road to go get a pack of cigarettes and doesn't even blink an eye when hordes of fans run at the both of you.
He tapes every one of your televised performances so you can watch them together when you get home, pointing out all of his favourite songs to you when he watches it.
Loves glitter. Absolutely loves it. He complains about the fact that the Beatles never use glitter for any of their performances. He nicks little bags of glitter from you and gets it everywhere, all over his face, in his hair. And he doesn’t even complain.
Haiiiiii (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Do you think you could do something about how Paul would be with a very clingy partner? Like they LOVE to wrap their arms around him and just follow him around the house
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paul x clingy!reader headcanons ಇ .ᐟ
୨ৎ doesn't mind the clingyness one bit. he will happily have you waddle about behind him, while he focuses on mundane tasks!
୨ৎ it takes him a while to get used to, but at the same time, i imagine him matching your energy.
୨ৎ he always likes cozy nights in with you, because it means you're right next to him at all times ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
୨ৎ you tucked under his arm, something random on the telly and the comfy warmness of the sofa.
୨ৎ if you fall asleep on him, he refuses to move.
୨ৎ "probably knackered, aren't you?" he says, turning the telly down and pulling you further into him.
୨ৎ he can be playful. more so likes to tease, because of course he does ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
୨ৎ taunt's you for being so clingy. complains you 'can't go five minutes without him.'
୨ৎ but realistically, he can't either. he's been gone away on tour for a month? you're absolutely done for, he won't get off you.
(requested by @maryfett99 !! sorry these requests are taking longer than they used to, but it's been nice to get back into the swing of things :) please enjoy the boys' reactions 🪲)
John
Out of all four boys, John's reaction would probably depend the most on HOW you tell him
You'd spend longer working up the courage to tell him than actually confessing
If you came bursting into the room in a panic, he'd likely assume YOU'D been hurt before he even thought about his guitar
By the time you found him, your stomach would already be in knots: "John..."
He'd glance up from whatever he was doing, immediately picking up on the uncertainty in your voice
Once he realizes you're physically fine and the only casualty is the instrument: "What's happened?"
You'd explain everything in one breath. For a second, he'd just blink
"...You broke THAT one? The Rickenbacker?"
It's half-shock, half-anger- not at you, but the situation itself
That guitar has been with him through rehearsals, recordings, performances... of course he'd hate to see it damaged, especially as a man who lacks consistency in most other areas of his life
But knowing John, he'd go to great lengths to hide the fact he's actually kinda sad about it
If he saw you were close to tears he'd sigh, shake his head, and simply hold his arms out for you without saying anything
He knows you're already beating yourself up, and he has far too much experience with that himself
"Come here." You'd hesitate- "John, I'm so sorr-" "I know."
His voice is quieter now, gentler - he'd probably still tease you a little, if only to lighten the mood
"Well... did you win the fight, at least?"
He'd inspect the damage with an exaggerated sigh, muttering dramatic curses under his breath just to watch you squirm
But when he'd notice your eyes beginning to water again, he'd pull you into a hug
"Hey. It's only a guitar." "An expensive guitar." "...But still only a guitar."
He'd probably still grumble while looking over the damage later, but he'd much rather have you happy and safe than an unscathed instrument
He might even playfully brag that he's got so much in the bank, it's nothing- or that even the broken one would probably fetch a pretty penny from a collector
"I've decided you're banned from touching my things for the next week."
A tiny laugh escapes you before you can stop it- "There it is."
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders
"That's better. How about you just break my heart next time? Cheaper."
Paul
Paul is probably the easiest to confess to
His first question wouldn't concern the instrument at all; instead: "Were you hurt?"
You could tell him you snapped his bass clean in two and he'd still be checking your hands for splinters
Once you'd convinced him you're alright, only then would he go see the damage
"...Oh."
There'd definitely be a disappointed little wince
But he'd never yell- he's far too practical
Accidents happen
You'd explain everything- the bass slipped, you tried to catch it, it hit the floor anyway...
The silence afterward feels unbearable
Instruments become familiar after years of playing them- of course he'd be sad to see one damaged
His natural perfectionism would also have him worried about how his playing will sound with a backup, but he wouldn't let on to it
Seeing how guilty you looked? That would matter much more
He'd immediately begin to reassure you
"You've been crying."
You immediately shake your head. "Only a little..."
"Oh, love-" he reaches for your hands without a second thought
"You don't honestly think I'm cross with you, do you? It was an accident." "But I broke your-" "I know."
He gives your hands a reassuring squeeze
"If you'd been messing about and thrown it across the room, then we'd be having a very different conversation."
That earns the tiniest laugh
By the end of the conversation, he'd have somehow convinced you to stop apologizing
He might even show you the proper way to play it once you'd calmed down, his hands ghosting over yours to show you the right positioning
"Love, if saying sorry fixed bass guitars, we'd be done already."
He'd make tea afterward- because somehow tea fixes everything ♡
George
George is probably the hardest to read at first
He'd be very quiet- not in a purposefully intimidating way, not because he's hiding his feelings -more in the sense that he's thinking things through before he responds
However, his silence is somehow scarier than yelling
He'd stare at the guitar for a few seconds: "...How? "
You'd explain. He'd nod once.
"...Right." A long pause
He's disappointed, yes- mostly because that guitar has become a familiar companion to him over the years
But he also knows objects are just that- objects
"...It'll need some work." Your heart sinks
"I'm so sorry, Geo."
You can't even count how many times you've said those words already
He hears every single one- which is exactly why he doesn't make you say them again
Instead, he gently rests a hand on yours
"I believe you."
You lock up. "...what?"
"I know you didn't do it on purpose."
It's such a simple sentence, but somehow, it's exactly what you needed to hear
George isn't the type to lecture you when you're already clearly devastated- probably even more than he is
He can see the guilt written all over your face
"You've been carrying this around all day, haven't you?"
You nod. "I didn't want you to hate me."
His eyebrows knit together. "Hate you?"
The idea seems ridiculous to him. "I could never hate you over something like this."
He might jokingly reprimand you like a disappointed father, but he'd never ACTUALLY scold you
In all honesty, he'd probably end up comforting YOU, especially if you started blaming yourself
"It's alright- we mend things." Very George
"It'll never sound exactly the same..." He traces the crack with a fingertip
Your stomach sinks. "I'm so sorry-"
"But life goes on."
He'd smile softly at you, setting the guitar aside carefully before reaching for your hand again
"So will we."
Ringo
Ringo is definitely sad- that kit has gotten him through a lot
But seeing you look miserable?
That immediately becomes the bigger problem
"...Did they explode?!" Because, honestly, how else does someone accidentally break a drum set?
Once you explain...
"Oh." He scratches the back of his neck
He looks at the damaged kit, then back at you
"...Blimey."
Before long he'd have an arm slung around your shoulders, talking about anything except the accident until he could tell the knot in your chest finally started to loosen
The fact that you looked so upset would completely outweigh the damaged drums in his mind
He'd hate seeing you blame yourself
He'd start trying to distract you- not by pretending it didn't happen, but by reminding you that everyone makes mistakes
"I've dropped enough drumsticks to know things don't always go as planned."
You laugh quietly. "That's not exactly the same..."
"No? I've done plenty of daft things."
He'd grin, but his expression would soon falter
"I heard the crash and thought YOU'D been hurt."
Something in your stomach lurches
"I'd much rather have a broken kit than a hurt Y/N." You let out a watery laugh
"I still feel awful." "I know."
He wraps an arm around your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze
He'd probably try cracking jokes to lighten the mood:
"Think we should tell the others it attacked you first?"
If that doesn't make you laugh, he'll keep trying, playing the broken drums as poorly as possible for comedic effect- he refuses to let you sit there beating yourself up
«pairings» paul mccartney x gn!reader, ringo starr x gn!reader, george harrison x gn!reader, john lennon x gn!reader
«note» I’m still getting used to writing for the boys, this is the first one, so it’s only up from here, lol. john’s def my biggest gray area but I don’t think I did horrid. I do also wanna say that the inspo for this layout on my post is from @sugardollcurse, rest in peace, may she rest well.
«Paul»
You don’t ask him to teach you.
One time in passing conversation somewhere along the way you’d said you wish you’d learned an instrument when you were younger.
“Bass isn’t a hard start, y’know?”
Weeks later somehow you end up with a bass in your lap.
“Here– no love– hold it like this.”
He says moving behind you, adjusting your grip himself.
“Here let’s start with something easy.”
He says showing you the notes to Love Me Do, letting you loop it slowly over and over until eventually you’ve got it, speeding up to tempo, and it doesn’t take terribly long.
Eventually once you get it, he sings along, though it sounds weird with only the bass part.
“Now try and make a bass line yourself.” he tells you, “Paul I just started!”, to which he replies, maybe too seriously, “Don’t think about it, just let it walk.”
And surprisingly, you do, kind of, it's pretty bad but he sits in front of you, tapping your knee with his hand, keeping you in time
He’s excited, maybe a little too excited.
“Bloody brilliant you are! We'll make a proper bass player outta you love.”
«Ringo»
He watched you tap your fingers absentmindedly on your thigh one time.
“You tryin’ to be a drummer, love?”
Next thing you know you’re sitting at a drum set, him smiling, holding out his pair of sticks to you.
“Woah woah, don’t hold ‘em like you’re a caveman now.”
He takes the sticks from your hands, showing you how to hold them. You still don't get it.
“Here- you’re grippin’ them like they’re gonna run from you, looser.’ He adjusts your fingers for you.
It’s still not perfect, but it’s a good start.
He lets you play until the rhythm falls apart, completely.
“Like a crash in slow motion, I just can’t look away,” he laughs, you don’t feel embarrassed.
“That’s what the bass drum is for. Here, I’ll clap with ya.”
Eventually you fall into a steady rhythm and he starts getting into the little dance he does when he plays himself.
“It’s got groove!”
You complain and say something about your arms getting tired.
“We’ll get back to it sometime, don’t worry.”
He loves watching you get into his world, there aren’t many other drummers out there, watching you get into the rhythm, it does something to him.
«George»
It’s quiet, he starts off slow, unlike the others you don’t start playing and learning music immediately, at least not in the same way
You learn how to tune, “It takes time, to learn to do it by ear like this..”
“Woah, too far, you’re pullin’ it too tight, you’ll bust the string like that.”
Eventually he moves onto teaching you different chords
“George– the barre ones, I don’t think my hands are big enough they just cramp–”
He hums and rearranges your fingers into an alternative for the same chord.
“That’s why I’m here, to help.” He says softly, kissing the side of your face
He lets you try and fiddle around with different chords for a while before teaching you a simple progression.
“Here…” he strums a simple progression, with another guitar so you can follow his lead.
You struggle moving between the chords, it’s too fast.
“It’s hard, I know, just try not to overthink it, I’ve been playing since I was 13, this isn’t an overnight thing.”
Eventually during one attempt you manage to complete the progression without it sounding absolutely horrid, it was starting to resemble something.
“There you go.” He smiles, “We’re getting there.”
«John»
There is no teaching at the beginning, it’s like he expects you to know already.
He hands you a guitar and says, “Go on then, show me what you’ve got.”
“John, I've never even held a guitar!”
He calls out your hesitation while playing more than he does wrong notes.
“Is this even right?” you ask confused.
“Doesn’t matter if it sounds nice. It’s music, you feel it.”
“Play louder, play out, make a mistake and own it.”
When he’s teaching you he doesn’t want you to copy, he wants you to experiment.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of this.”
Yet he’s patient.
He just laughs, “I wasn’t good either, I was absolute dog piss when I started, at least you know the words to most songs, you’re farther ahead than I was.”
summary: how the boys confessed their love to you <3
a/n: 1908 wordssss, the longest i've written atm :)) and btw i think that i went a little but overboard with ringo lol
john lennon
it was a cold afternoon, the kind where the air smelled like rain and the world felt a little quieter than usual. she was sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through a book, when a familiar voice called her.
"darling," john called from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. "you look like you could use a little excitement."
she playfully rolled her eyes but couldn't help to smile. "what now john?"
he flopped down beside her like he owned the place. "well look, i've been thinking... i figured it’s time to told you a little something."
"oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. "what is it?"
john shifted awkwardly, a rare moment of seriousness slipping through. "alright, don’t be getting all mushy on me, but... i think you might have stolen my heart.."
she stared at him, trying to hold back a laugh, but his wide-eyed expression was too much. he leaned closer, eyes sparkling with that familiar twinkle.
"i mean, i tried to keep it calm, you know," he continued, his voice taking on a playful tone. "but you just somehow kept sneaking in. a little smile here, a wink there, and bam!.. my heart was gone."
she chuckled, shaking her head. "oh john, you’re ridiculous."
he grinned. "i know. but seriously, i think i love you. and i’m not talking about the "i love you" like "i love my guitar". i mean the real thing, the "i can’t stop thinking about you and i’ll probably write a song about it" kind of thing."
she blinked, taken aback by his unexpected honesty, but he was already smiling like he hadn't just poured his heart out.
"now that that’s off my chest," he said, sighing and stretching his arms, "fancy going out for a cuppa?"
paul mccartney
the sun lazily dripped below the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the garden. the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and paul sat across from her, bass in hand, his fingers effortlessly playing a familiar tune. she leaned back against the wicker chair, watching him with a smile, content in the peacefulness of the moment.
paul’s eyes twinkled as he finished the song, setting his guitar aside and giving her a playful grin. he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, but his gaze steady on her.
“you know, love,” he began, “i’ve been thinkin’ about something for a while now.”
she raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “what about, paulie?”
he grinned, “well, i’ve been thinkin’ that you and i… we’re a bit like a song, don't you think?”
she chuckled, not quite following. “a song? how is that even possible?”
“well” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on hers. “you see, a song’s got to have rhythm, harmony, a bit of sweetness and, well… i think we’ve got all of that, don’t you?”
she couldn’t help to chuckle, but there was something so sincere in his eyes that made her pause. he wasn’t just being playful, this was something serious.
he took a step closer, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “the thing is, love,” he said softly, “you know that i’m very clear on what i want, and… i want to be with you. i’ve known it for a while now.” her heart skiped a beat, and before she could say anything, paul continued.
“you’ve got this way about you that I can’t quite put into words. but, all i can tell you is that i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. i love you, darling. i’ve loved you for a long time now.”
she was speechless for a moment, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a soft embrace.
“i love you too, paulie,” she said calmly.
his smile grew wider, his eyes lighting up as though she’d just given him the greatest gift. he leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead.
“good,” he murmured, his voice full of comfort. “because i plan on making sure you never forget it.”
george harrison
george sat beside her on the bench, the peaceful hum of nature filling the air around them, but his mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely, lost in thought. she glanced at him, wondering what was running through his mind.
“you alright, george?” she asked, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
he blinked, startled for a moment, before offering her a sheepish smile. “oh, yeah. just thinking… about everything, really.”
his voice was soft, his eyes distant but warm. there was something about him in these quiet moments.. something that made the world feel smaller and more intimate.
“what about?” she pressed gently.
george paused, taking a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. he shifted on the bench.
“sometimes, it feels like everything is… constantly moving, you know? everything’s always changing,” he said, his voice a little distant. “and we’re just… tiny little things floating along with it all.” he looked at her then, his eyes a little more focused. “but… there are moments, small moments, where it feels like everything stops. like time itself pauses, just for a second.”
she felt her heart racing slightly, his words feeling like they held a deeper meaning, something personal.
he cleared his throat nervously “and those moments, well… they’ve been happening more often when i’m with you, you know?”
she smiled softly, giving him the space to continue.
“it’s funny," he said, his voice quieter now, almost as if the words themselves were fragile. "you spend your whole life looking for answers about the world, about yourself, and then you meet someone, it’s like… all the questions fade away.”
he looked down for a moment, “i’ve been trying to put this into words for a while now… but i think what i’m trying to say is that i love you. i’ve loved you for a long time, but i’ve never quite known how to tell you.”
his voice was soft, almost unsure, but there was an undeniable sincerity in his gaze when he looked at her. she could see the nervousness in his eyes, his usual calm demeanor shaken by his confession, and it made her heart swell.
“oh george…” she whispered, voice filled with emotion.
he looked at her, his face a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “i just… needed you to know. you mean more to me than words can really express, but i hope you understand, even without me saying everything perfectly.” he laughed.
she then reached out, gently cupping his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. “of course i understand, george.. i love you too.”
“you’re everything i’ve been looking for, love” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.
ringo starr
the beatles were rehearsing for an upcoming performance, the familiar hum of instruments filling the air while she sat off to the side, watching them work their magic, enjoying the rhythm of the music and the warmth of the room.
ringo was behind his drum kit, his usual cheeky grin on his face as he played, though there was something different about him today. he kept glancing over at her, his eyes darting away whenever their gazes met. his usual confidence was missing, replaced by a subtle nervousness.
paul noticed it first. "ringo!," he called, nudging george, who raised an eyebrow. "you look like you've got something on your mind, mate."
ringo's face flushed a deep red, and he quickly focused on his drumsticks, tapping them nervously against the kit. "nothing, nothing at all," he said, trying to brush it off.
"oh, i think there is, starr," john teased, making his way over to ringo's side. "come on, mate, out with it. what's all this about, then?"
ringo cleared his throat awkwardly, his hands fidgeting with his drumsticks. "i... uh... i’ve been meaning to say something." he shot a quick glance at her, and then quickly looked down again, as if the words were stuck.
paul gave him a playful nudge. "go on, rings, don’t leave us hanging!"
ringo’s face turned even redder, if it was even possible, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "it's... just, well... i don't know how to say this properly." he glanced back at her, his eyes soft. "but i—"
john raised an eyebrow, smirking. "you fancy her, don’t you?"
the whole room fell quiet for a moment as ringo froze, clearly caught off guard by john’s bluntness. his face was now a shade of pink no ones ever seen before.
"alright, alright!" he muttered, embarrassed, but there was a hint of affection in his voice. he finally looked directly at her, his gaze warm but still a little shy. "yeah, i do. i like her. a lot."
the other three boys erupted into a chorus of exaggerated whistles and claps, all teasing him in the most dramatic way possible.
"well, it took you long enough!" paul said, still chuckling. "it was about time, mate."
george, with a mischievous grin, leaned against his guitar. "you should’ve said something sooner, ringo. we all knew."
ringo ran a hand through his hair, looking relieved. "i didn’t know how... what if she doesn’t feel the same?" he muttered, his voice growing quieter, more vulnerable. "i can't keep it in anymore."
"oh, come on, rings! just go over there and tell her. it’s now or never, mate." said john
he hesitated, biting his lip, his gaze flickering nervously between the band and her. "what if i mess it up?" he said, almost to himself.
paul grinned and gave him a playful shove. "theres no way you're going to mess it up. just be yourself. you’ve got this."
george chuckled, still strumming his guitar. "yeah, what’s the worst that can happen? she might even fancy you back!"
ringo rolled his eyes, but there was a spark of determination in his expression now. he stood up from behind his drum kit, his legs trembling like they were made of jelly. he took a few steps toward her, but stopped halfway, glancing back at the boys. john grined "good luck, ringo!"
he approached her cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest.
"hey," he said, his voice a little shaky at first. she looked up to him surprised to see him standing so close.
"hi, ringo," she said, smiling. "is everything okay?"
his smile was a little sheepish, but he pushed forward. "actually... no, not really." he cleared his throat. "there’s something i’ve been meaning to say." she tilted her head.
ringo took another deep breath, gathering his courage. "i... i like you," he said, his words coming out all at once. "a lot. i’ve liked you for ages, but i didn’t know how to say it. i’ve been nervous about it, to be honest."
for a second, he feared he’d said too much too fast, but she smiled, her expression softening.
"i like you too, rings," she replied, her voice warm and sincere.
ringo’s eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a relieved laugh. "really?"
she laughed, and he couldn’t help but chuckle along. the nerves that had gripped him earlier were now replaced with a warm, happy feeling.
the boys watched from a distance, paul giving a thumbs-up and george mouthing "told ya" to john.
howdi !! my name is marianne (@repettos) and i’m attempting my first beatles/vintage fanfiction blog.
there seems to be literally no x reader fics for the beatles lately, so i’m here to offer my humble services and bring a little more of them back into the world.
i’m still learning my way around tumblr, (◞‸◟；) so if i do something wrong no i didn't…. but my inbox is open for requests! i’m happy to write a lot of different things, so don’t be shy about sending something in.
i can write smut, but lets keep it cute, i won’t write anything involving:
nonconsent / r*pe
incest
underage content
any certain fetish i’m not comfortable with (piss, fart.. pls don’t ask)
everything else is generally fair game as long as it feels comfortable for me to write.
this is basically a beatles-centered writing blog, since my friends are diehard beatles fans and somehow that’s where this all started.
my inbox is open — feel free to send in requests whenever .^◡^.
you're about to putting in a yellow tampon, but here a melody coming from inside it. instead of inserting it, you just pop the thing out of it and out come the Beatles.... "oh sorry darling, wrong yellow submarine!" says a tiny Paul McCartney....
you throw him on the bathroom floor and stomp him as he screams and only a mangled puddle of his former self remains...
