#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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[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)

[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! (¬_¬")

[noriindigo]

The Beatles teaching you their instruments

«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.”

[centalk]

POV john Lennon takes you on a date 🥰

[i-turned-into-a]

hello!! I just read your most recent Beatles post and it was super cute I loved it! If you haven’t already could you do a poly!beatles x reader? In my head it could be how they handle the press when it comes to their relationship with you, how they all are when alone with you (not nsfw lol) and if your uncomfortable with writing that stuff that’s perfectly fine!

Dating the Beatles

A/N- ofccc :) This is such a cool idea, it's not something I'm used to writing but was so interesting + fun to write.

Tags-- Written so that the reader isn't a Beatles member, can read as gender neutral, not revised much :/

You were dubbed the 'Beatles' [girl/boy/etc]' Each of the members cared so deeply about you

Though It was never easy.

The press was unruly, and the fans couldn't understand. So many girls wanted just one Beatle to look their way and yet somehow you had all of them.

Fans would chase you when anyone spotted you in public, not in the way they would chase the lads, but more in a jealous, evil ex-girlfriend kinda way. They would defend you as best as they could, but usually, if you were spotted with any of them at least, you would go home with a bruise or two littering your skin

John would tell you how impressive your are-- having four of the most famous men enamored with you. He thought there must be something magical about you. You wouldn't just a lover, but a muse, too.

Artwork, lyrics, melodies, albums and so much more. If his life wasn't filled with you, it just didn't feel complete. (I think he would make you something like those silly drawings he made of Yoko, Sean and him but with the you and the Beatles-- all holding hands like something a child would give their parent)

John would sometimes shout out your name, or call out to you during shows sometimes dedicating a song to you-- sometimes it was the entire concert.

Paul Would love you in the most traditional sense, grand romantic gestures, rare dates out and long nights in. Paul would leave you flowers right before the start of a show. He would get onstage and you would be going about your everyday routine-- only to find that a certain someone had ordered flowers for you. You peel back the ribbon wrapped gently round the rose bouquet, taking a small note in your hand before it could tumble to the ground.

"much love, from all of us" -- signed by each member, and with a heart next to Ringo's name to replace the trademark star.

They would typically take you with them on tours. However, Whenever all the members had to be away at once for one reason or another he would be the one to pen you a sweet love note on the back of a postcard

George would only get the chance to spend time with you on very rare occasions. But when you would see him, it would always be worthwhile. With George, it was always the small, quiet moments alone-- catching him working on a new song just to sit with him in the quiet melody, relishing the sound of each note he played.

He would be gentle, sweet caring and would show it in more subtle ways than the other members. Calling you over one night, saying he needed your help on a song only to reveal to you that he was working hard on a love song about you, needing you near him so he could get 'in the right mindset, of course'.

Ringo would buy you a ring for each Beatle, likely as a birthday gift or something similar. Four rings -- just like his. He would hold your hand in his own and trace his fingers on yours, telling you how each ring represented just how special you are-- to all of them.

One day He would just come up to you, camera in hand, standing only a few feet away from you as he insisted you pose for some photos

"come on, love, give me a smile" Ringo would say, tilting his head in a way that made you giggle

he would do this four times-- once for each Beatle, giving each member a photo of you to put in his wallet. Speaking of photos in wallets-- Ringo is very much the kind of guy to carry your photo around and show you off to everyone who would listen like a proud husband.