#beatles x reader

[coney1slandbabyy]

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.

[monzaaasharl]

would anyone care to explain the context behind these two pictures?

[sugardollcurse]

HIIIII HI!!!

I had the sweetest idea that I think you’ll like (if you haven’t done it already!!)

But imagine, the boys teaching you how to play an instrument….and it’s all like cute n stuff..

You could like do all of em or just one of em whatever you feel like doing! :3

𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

𐙚 note ; I LOVE THIS IDEA!! i’ll do all four ‘cause you deserve nothing less xoxo

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

“If I knew you’d look that good fumblin’ with strings, I’d have broken that guitar weeks ago.”

John insists on teaching you guitar, and it’s his guitar. Like, his actual one.

He passes it to you like he’s lending you a limb and then stares like he expects miracles.

The second you mess up, he makes a face. “Oh, bloody hell, that was tragic.”

“I’m learning!”

“So was I when I was fourteen.”

But then he snickers and ruffles your hair and says, “Nah, go on. S’cute when you try.”

He doesn’t teach the traditional way. He doesn’t name chords or use sheet music. He just shows you where to put your fingers and makes you copy him until it sounds right.

“Like that. Yeah, yeah, no, that’s it, well, nearly. You’re stranglin’ it a bit. Be gentle, not like you’re wringin’ its neck.”

Has no patience for slow practice, but infinite patience for you.

He’ll groan and whine and tell you you’re hopeless, but never actually walks away. He likes being needed too much!!

When you strum something that even vaguely resembles a song, he gasps dramatically. “Oh my God, you've done it! Call the press!”

He plays behind you sometimes, arms over your shoulders, hands guiding yours. “Like this,” he murmurs in your ear. You’re not sure if you’re blushing or just overheating from the proximity.

When you get frustrated, he gets very weirdly earnest. “Hey. Don’t get pissy. You’re not s’posed to be good straightaway. S’bout the trying. Y’look good when you’re all concentrated.”

Eventually you manage to play something passable. He pulls out a harmonica and starts jamming along. “Look at us. Fuckin’ Lennon-McCartney and you.”

“Thanks.”

“S’a compliment.”

“Barely.”

“I’m kissin’ you now, shut up.”

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get it. And if not… I’ll just keep makin’ you try.”

Paul chooses bass for you. Not guitar, not piano. Bass. “S’sexier,” he says, not bothering to explain, and then just watches your hands fumble with the neck like he’s witnessing a private performance.

He’s leaning on the wall with one arm folded and one leg bent, looking at you like he’s waiting for your soul to rise out of your body.

Every time you hit a wrong note, he doesn’t correct you, he smiles.

“No, no, not like that,” he says, stepping forward to adjust your grip. His hands are warm. His fingers wrap around yours, fixing the placement.

“There. That’s it. You feel the string hummin’ there? Like it wants to behave now?”

You make eye contact and he just stares, all eyebrows and soft lips.

He says you’ve got good rhythm, “even if your hands are thick as pudding.” He says this while kissing your fingertips, so the insult doesn’t land, and you let him get away with it.

Teaches you by making you play along to his tracks. He pulls out a demo tape and points:

“You hear that part? That’s me. Now you do it.” You’re like “Paul, that’s you,” and he says, “Right. So do it better.”

He’ll play along with you, but only after watching you squirm for a bit. His fingers fly over his own bass, barely watching, showing off. You scowl. He grins. “Jealous?”

After a while he stops coaching and just watches you play. Sometimes closes his eyes.

When you get a riff right, he grabs you like he can’t help it, arms around your waist, face in your neck. “Knew you had it in you,” he murmurs, and you feel the words settle right between your ribs.

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

“You don’t have to impress me. But if you keep practicing like that, you might.”

George wants to teach you lead guitar. Because he’s a snob and wants to show off.

“You hold it well,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek like that’s all he has to say.

His lessons are meticulous. He’ll correct your posture, your finger placement, your vibe.

You get all flustered and mess up, and he just sighs and leans over you, his long fingers slowly repositioning yours. “No, here. Not there. You feel the difference?”

He shows you scales first, then little licks. You ask if he’s ever gonna teach you a full song. “Not ‘til your fingers stop squeakin’ like a broken window.”

He won’t admit it, but he loves watching your hands learn!

He watches you all the time, pretending he’s focused on the guitar, but no, he’s looking at you.

Occasionally you’ll hit a note just right, and he’ll nod once. “There. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” You’ll glow.

When you’re discouraged, he turns more serious. “It’s hard. Took me a while. You’re doing good. Don’t stop.”

On rare days, he brings out one of his acoustic guitars and teaches you fingerpicking. “It’s worth it.” He plays something haunting and gorgeous and then hands it to you like, “Here. Your turn.” You try. You fail. He just chuckles and says, “We’ll get there.”

Once, when you’re particularly pouty, he kisses your knuckles and murmurs, “You’re not terrible. Yet.”

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

“It’s not about being perfect, y’know. It’s about making a mess and still finding the beat.”

Ringo doesn’t even ask. You mention once that you think drums are cool, and the next thing you know, he’s hauling out his practice kit and beaming.

“Sit,” he says. You sit. The throne squeaks under you. “Hold the sticks like this.”

His hands are surprisingly firm when he corrects your grip. “Like snakes. Don’t strangle ‘em. Just let ‘em breathe.”

You think you’re doing great until he taps your shoulder. “You’re off.”

“Off what?”

“Everything.”

But he’s never cruel! He just grins at your frustration and says, “Try again. You’re gettin’ it.”

He claps along to help you find the rhythm. Sometimes hums a bassline. Sometimes drums on his thighs. You realize pretty quick that he feels music in his bones.

If you mess up too bad, he tickles you. “That’s what you get for rushin’ the hi-hat.”

He teaches you little fills and cheers every time you don’t fuck them up. “There they are! Told you you had soul in ya.”

When you finally manage to sync up a full rhythm, he stands and does a ridiculous little dance. Wow. Weird.

“Don’t laugh,” he says. “That was celebratory. We’re makin’ art here.”

He’ll never let you quit. If you get down on yourself, he just shrugs. “So? We’ll try tomorrow. And the day after that. I’ve got time.”

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[lennondear]

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

yesyesyes! 100% yes! (..◜ᴗ◝..) my laptop is lowkey lagging currently. i've had it for a year but i'm starting to suspect it's all the chrome extensions i'm using. animal crossing noises when i type and a bunch of flipping things that makes website i use cute (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟) oughhhhh...

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.

୨ৎ hypocrite! (¬_¬")

[jstshhdmcmjkcmrgm]

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.

I need help

[eli-sw33t]

𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬 / 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨!

𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵

-Like the tune he penned, John’s still yawning. 

-Concerts take a lot out of him, even more so than the others. He looks like a kicked puppy when you drag him out of bed, all fuzzy, thick bedhead and endless whinging. 

-”Can’t a fella get some shut-eye round ‘ere?” and it goes on and on.

-Unless there’s somewhere important to be - a charity gala, a meeting with the suits, a conference - John is a rock. Unmoving. Flat.  -At least, that's what he wants you to think. You'll be prepping some coffee, turn a corner- -"'Ight, I'm up." -He'll spend the rest of the day (playfully) nagging you about your tardiness. -In endless pommy accents- "Burn the toast, luv, we're in a rush! First stop, the rock island line-!" -He knows they're corny. Terrible, even. But any smile he procures from you is more precious than whatever hell Beatlemania produces. -"Do I look like santa clause?" Is a common one as he makes nonsense motions with his razor, always slathering on too much foam. Gets a giggle or two? He'll be beaming the rest of the day.

𝑷𝑨𝑼𝑳

-Is always doing the most, even when the sun's just risen. -Paul is the biggest fan of the Beatles, and as such he'll be hobbling around with a half-done tie while trying to scarf down his beans - only stopping when you tell him to sit down. -"Mornin'." He'll say with that chubby-cheeked cherub of a smile, all while the early-morning jitterbugs take to his legs. -"Can you come 'ere for a sec? Does it look better like this?" Will want your opinion on damn-near every little thing on his apperance - if his hair should be coiffed this way or that, if his tie is too crooked, etc etc- while he's used to the endless haggling of reporters and screaming girls, your gentle words are an entirely different ordeal. -Multitasking. So. Much. Multitasking. You're making yourself a plate of eggs? Let him handle it. You're wondering which jacket to wear? He'll pick it for you. Driving them to the location? Let him read the map. -With a sock on his hand and another scanning the newspaper- "Rubber Soul's doin' well. On the- y'know. On the charts, I mean." The charismatic awkwardness never fails to charm.

𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬

-'the quiet one', despite George's personal grievances with it, fits quite well.. at least, in the mornings. -if he isn't quiet, he'll be silent. listening to the radio, reading the newspaper, eating his marmite sandwich.. all leafed through with his usual poker face until you speak up- -"Oh. 'Ello." Said while gingerly sliding the cheese out of his white bread. -it's sometimes nigh-impossible - even for his beatle brothers - to figure out what George is thinking about. he'll have this deep, incredibly thoughtful expression plastered on, as if he's solved the mysteries of the universe within tying his shoelaces. -then you flash him a smile and it's forgotten, lost in his tiny grin. -"If I do 'nother press tour, me legs are gonna fall off." the lingering exhaustion is masked with his usual sardonic wit, but you slide his cuppa over and there's a small, content sigh and "Ta." -George likes to do things alone. Somedays, he'll shave by his lonesome. Most days, he'll spend precious minutes adjusting his shirt cufflinks till John is howling down his door. -Today, he decides to let you do his coat buttons.. all while never taking his eyes off you. -"So ye don't get lost in the buttons." but his smirk tells you otherwise.

𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶

-"Sleep well?" is the first question he asks upon seeing you. -Ringo - to an extent - knows how simple he is. He's the drummer, the backbeat, the odd one out. Thus, he approaches you with that same simpleness. -Cereal is the meal of kings in his dictionary. He's a slow dresser, but a quick eater, so it "Makes up fer everything else." -Out of all of them, Ringo's the least preoccupied with how he comes across when in a rush. Life is a current, he just goes with the flow. If it becomes a tsunami, he dives headfirst into it. Rather, he'll be more concerned about your workload- -"Need me t' carry that? No? ..Y'sure?" Gesturing with his comb while wearing thick sunnies, already having a cigarette choking the room- -No matter the occasion, Ringo is everyone's best man. ..he'll be yours for free, though.

[lick-me-lennon22]

How They'd React If You Broke Their Instrument 🎸

(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

"I'll pay for it."

Ringo looks genuinely offended. "No, you won't."

"But I-" "Nope." He folds his arms.

"You've punished yourself enough. I've broken drumsticks onstage."

"That's different." "Not to me."

He smiles warmly. "Stuff breaks."

He nudges your shoulder: "Besides, you'll always be my favorite instrument anyway- you make the loveliest noises."

You flush- and that, to him, settles the whole thing

[tsumikou]

gosh, guitarists and bassists are so hot and cute at the same time, and you can't change my mind on that.

the way he's stomping his foot to the beat of the tune as he strums the strings knowledgeably, transitioning from one chord to another. you can see the passion swirling in his orbs as he absorbs the bliss of playing his musical instrument. the sight of his fingers carefully dancing around the frets, and occasionally bending a string to create a vibrato.

the sight of how he's manipulating the strings has you throbbing on the mouth. it's the most attractive thing that your eyes have set on. and when he shoots you a boyish smile and loving look? the heat immediately creeps up to your face, and you could imagine yourself getting a nasty nosebleed that shoots out of your nostrils.

playing the guitar or the bass is hot without a doubt, but it also got it's adorable attributes. he's asking you if you want to hear the song he recently wrote, but he'd still show it no matter what your answer would be. he grabbed his instrument and sat up in front of you, and there's his cute glint in his irises.

he then plays his little song that's more or less likely about you and he goes and asks: "so, what do you think? is it good?" he says, hoping for a good answer. and you answer his question with a soft kiss on his forehead and caress his cheek. "it's wonderful, love."

and his heart starts to dance to your affection as he melts into your warm palm, while he looks at you with hearts forming in his eyes.

hinata, yamaguchi, bokuto, kuroo, tanaka, nishinoya, tendou (hq) yuji, gojo, haibara (jjk) denki, tokoyami, deku (mha) thoma, childe, albedo, gorou, flins, kaveh (gi) paul mccartney, john lennon, george harrison, ringo starr (the beatles)