Hey Is It Ok To Request Something Where It's Like All The Beatles Dating Their S/O Or Is That To Much

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A Ringo x reader oneshot where the reader is George's twin sister? John and paul know about their relationship, but are debating on weather to tell George about it. George finds out and has to deal with his best friend dating his sister.

I'm making this up on the fly, but I need more ringo content! Feel free to pass this up.

Hello love! 💕 This is such a cute idea but it may be better suited for someone who writes longer fics! :)

Hey im thinking of sending in a request with anon off but i dont know if you take off anon requests or not </3

The reason for off anon is so when the request is done, i get tagged for it

I sure do!! I accept anon and non-anon requests :)

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How they'd react to you fainting

(thank you anon for this request !! it was fun to imagine how each of our boys would react in this situation 💕 I hope you all enjoy)

John

at first, John is convinced you're pulling a joke on him

he'd smirk and snicker, saying something along the lines of "If you wanted my attention you could've just asked, y'know"

when he fails to get a response from you, he'd kneel down and lightly tap your cheeks in an attempt to get you to snap out of it

"Hello...? Anyone home?"

however, when you don't immediately come to, his demeanor would shift to that of concern

John would become incredibly anxious and pace back and forth, muttering curses under his breath

"Oh, shit... Christ... don't go dyin' on me now"

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and give you a gentle but panicked shake

when he sees your eyes begin to flutter open, he sighs in relief

John would stand up and clear his throat, trying his best to regain his composure and tough exterior

he'd slip back into his usual playful banter, jokingly blaming his own charm for causing you to faint

however, you can hear the concern hidden behind his teasing as his voice wavers ever-so-slightly

you laugh weakly, reassuring him that it just happens sometimes and telling him you'll be okay

regardless, he would be extra clingy for the rest of the day, remaining vigilant to make sure you really are all right

Paul

upon seeing you begin to faint, Paul is caught completely off-guard

he'd let out a shocked gasp (or perhaps a bit of a girlish shriek) and try his best to catch you

he'd react quickly but calmly, cradling you in his arms and calling your name to try and bring you back to consciousness

"Y/N? Are you there, love? I'm right here"

he'd reassure you, stroking your hair and fanning your face gently in an attempt to wake you

he would maintain his composure for your sake, but on the inside he's deeply concerned to see you like this

Paul would make sure you're comfortable, humming softly to soothe you until you came to

you'd open your eyes to the sight of him hovering over you, his expression softening as he realizes you've finally awoken

"Easy now, darling- no need to faint on my account" he'd jest, trying to lighten the mood

he'd fret over you for the rest of the day, offering you everything you could possibly need and treating you even more like royalty than he already does

George

George would be a bit more composed in his reaction, but his concern would be just as strong

he would kneel beside you, checking your pulse and making sure your breathing is steady

he would display a sense of urgency, assessing the situation to the best of his ability

when he's certain you're stable, he would fetch you a cool cloth and place it on your forehead

he would call your name gently, trying his best to create a peaceful atmosphere to cause you as little undue stress as possible

he'd place a steady hand on your shoulder to provide a sense of safety and security for you, even subconsciously

when you finally wake up, George smiles softly down at you

"Good morning, sunshine. I brought you a little something"

he'd hold up a glass of water, which you'd gladly take as you sat upright, leaning against George while he rubbed gentle circles into your back

Ringo

when he sees you start to become lightheaded, Ringo is already visibly shaken

his intuition immediately kicks into overdrive

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and steady you as much as he can, gently laying you down on the couch when you've finally lost consciousness

he would hover around you nervously at first, unsure of what to do

with trembling hands, he'd check your vitals to make sure he doesn't need to call for immediate medical attention

once he's sure you'll be alright, Ringo would hold your face in his calloused hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs

he'd lean down and pepper your face with gentle kisses, hoping the sensation will bring you back to wakefulness

when he hears you giggle from the ticklish feeling, he'd let out an immediate and heavy sigh of relief

he would pull back and look down at you with a comforting smile

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright. What would I ever do without you?" he says lightheartedly, but you hear the sincerity in his voice

you reach your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in for a long, appreciative kiss

Your Beatle BFF Based On Your Beatle BF✌

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Paul:

George

getting into a relationship with Paul was one of the best decisions of your life

you two are compatible, get along well, and are very happy with one another

you love Paul more than anyone else in your life- of course you do, he's your boyfriend after all

that being said.. we all know that he can be quite the drama queen

sometimes, when he gets a bit too huffy and prissy, you just feel the need to get away and relax drama-free...

that's where George comes in!

when those off days occur or you just need some mindless respite, George will always invite you to spend the afternoon with him-

chilling out on the couch, binge watching whatever new series he's been blabbing to you about, pigging out on every snack imaginable

after enough of these hangout sessions, you two have formed a strong bond and know things about one other that you wouldn't share with any of the other lads

you know you can always turn to George for honest advice, or even just for a midday movie marathon

he's become sort of a sweet, mellow older brother to you, and never hesistates to protect or defend you

John:

Ringo

you adore your boyfriend John and couldn't imagine spending your life with anyone else

however, it's fairly obvious that he can be.. overbearing a lot of the time, to put it nicely

when you and John have gotten into a squabble, he's had an outburst, or his jealous ways have gotten to you, you turn to your best friend Ringo to talk it out

he's an amazing listener and offers advice neither you nor John could have thought of, blinded by your frustration with one another

you, of course, assure Ringo that you'd return the favor if ever he needs a shoulder to cry on

he's also great at cheering you up and cooling you down after even the most heated of arguments

he'll spout off his trademark nonsense sentences just to take your mind off of your troubles and put a smile on your face

you two often play board games and card games together, along with some light chatter and many, many jokes and outlandish statements from Ringo

he never fails to lighten your mood, pick you up when you're down, and supply you with (more than) a few good laughs

George:

Paul

as head-over-heels as you are for your boyfriend George, he really loves his sleep

and I mean really- he'll sleep for 12 hours on some nights and still proceed to take a midday nap after inhaling his lunch

as frustrating as this can get sometimes, you've grown accustomed to it

a big help in dealing with George's... unconventional sleeping habits has been your ever-growing friendship with Paul

whenever George decides he's going to sleep half of the day away, you'll wander over to Paul's place or he'll come pick you up for a day of fun and laughter together

on some occasions, Paul will drive you into the city and you'll spend the day window shopping together

others will start and end with the two of you locked in an intense game of Go Fish, records playing softly in the background, the music drowned out by your lighthearted discourse

though George can get jealous of your close bond with Paul, he understands why you spend so much time with him, and he's secure in the knowledge that neither of you would ever betray his trust

Ringo:

John

as much as you adore Ringo's humorous and compassionate nature- after all, that's one of the main reasons you chose him to be your partner- sometimes you want to be a bit cheeky and exchange a dirty joke or two

it's not that Ringo is completely pure and innocent; your raunchier jokes just tend to fly right over his head and he can't quite play off of them like John can

whenever you catch John standing around, tuning his guitar or having a smoke, you often tease and poke fun with one another in a way you can't with Ringo

John can keep a joke or conversation going like no other, and so his witty banter with you has become a common occurence

eventually you two began hanging out together casually:

listening to him jam out and generate ideas for new songs, watching a comedy movie together-

one time even baking banana bread with one another, which you proceeded to share with Ringo

(though he'd die before he admitted it aloud to anyone else, John enjoys cooking and is quite the baker)

you and John have forged a close bond and he feels protective of you now, as if you're the little sibling he never had growing up

Ringo X Chubby! Reader: Perfect 💗

(thank you to @push-lennon-off-stage for requesting this! they wanted a Ringo X Chubby!Reader where Ringo asks the reader out in front of the other lads, and the reader thinks he's joking/pranking them :P this is my first one shot, so please be kind! hope you enjoy 💕)

Perfect

You and Ringo have been close friends ever since you met at a concert you were both attending. He saw your band t-shirt and heard you singing along to each song, your beautiful voice prompting him to approach you. You recognized him almost instantly as Ringo Starr, drummer of none other than The Beatles- however you didn't treat him as such, but rather just a person like any other. He complimented you and you two hit it off, hanging out often and becoming very close.

He's since introduced you to the other lads, and they love having you around; Ringo often invites you to their rehearsals and even to the studio while they record. You've certainly grown on them- you're always good fun and add to the atmosphere with witty banter, great ideas, and a fresh perspective. They'll even run song or lyric ideas by you and it's clear that they value your opinion. Though each of the Fab Four care for you dearly and think you're precious, it's obvious that you're closest with Ringo. Aside from being the one who introduced you in the first place and who's known you the longest, he's always extra kind and sweet towards you: complimenting you on your outfits, telling you his best jokes, playing songs just for you... You don't think much of it, shrugging it off as just him being him. You've always secretly admired and pined for Ringo- his big, dreamy blue eyes, his lovely accent, his words of praise and his flirty demeanor toward you all make your heart flutter. However, you've also always been insecure about your body (particularly, your size) and would never dream of asking him out- you're sure he'd laugh and reject you, you'd ruin your friendship, and you'd never be able to show your face around the lads again. So you carry on as Ringo's dear friend, concealing your attraction and enduring the bittersweet torture of it all.

Today in session at Abbey Road Studios, Ringo was looking particularly adorable. You stood and admired his form as he sat at his drum set, skin glistening with sweat as he played, shaking his mop top out gleefully. He turned to you and gave you a crooked smile, along with a mischeivous wink. Your stomach did somersalts and your cheeks turned pink. As Ringo stared at you, distracted, his drumming became off-beat: "Focus, Ringo! No wandering eyes," John chided teasingly. You giggled and Ringo blushed, turning his attention back to his drums: "Sorry lads, won't happen again!" he called back and the band continued on. Ringo often got distracted by you and had to be scolded and brought back down to earth by one of the other Beatles, even when you weren't doing anything to warrant his staring. You never gave much thought to it though, telling yourself it was just his short attention span. You'd always secretly hoped it was something more, but wouldn't allow yourself to get swept away in your daydreams. He'd never be into me, you told yourself; He was famous and had plenty of adoring fans... besides, you were just a friend to him- right?

The boys finished rehearsing, (thankfully) without any further mistakes from Ringo. John, George, and Paul all gave their acknowledgements to you- nodding, smiling, waving- before taking off outside for a quick smoke. Ringo lingered behind in the studio this time, making his way over to you for a chat: "Heya, Y/N! How'd you like that last song?" he asked casually. "I thought it was great, actually!" "Ya did? It's just a little something we've been writing for our next album, we've had it in the works for a while now," Ringo said humbly. "I asked the guys to hold off on rehearsing it until you showed up so you could hear it," he said with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh Ritchie, that's so sweet! I loved it!" you beamed. "I especially liked the part that went-," you proceeded to imitate the instruments, recreating your favorite part of the band's new song. Ringo chuckled, music to your lovestruck ears. "I suggested that part!" he exclaimed with pride. "You really liked it, Y/N?" "Of course I did, it was amazing!" you praised. "Oh, I'm so glad- I could hardly wait to play it for ye!" "I thought it was wonderful," you complimented, looking down at your shoes and shuffling your feet awkwardly. "Uhh..." Ringo began, looking off to the side and brushing his long fringe out of his eyes. "I think you look lovely in that skirt you're wearin' today," he said nervously. You're taken aback momentarily- He does?

You'd been afraid and almost too insecure to leave the house wearing it, lacking the confidence in your looks. That morning you'd changed in front of your mirror just about twenty times and nearly had a breakdown before deciding to wear the skirt anyway, wanting to doll yourself up a bit because you knew you were going to see Ringo. "Y-You do..?" you manage to stutter out, dumbfounded. "Thank you Ritchie, that means a lot" you tell him earnestly, unable to hide the grin making its way onto your lips. "Well of course, I'm just bein' honest with ye!" Ringo smiled back, suddenly regaining his confidence. "I also just wanted to say, I'm so glad I got the chance to see you today! I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend much time together, the lads and I have been hard at work on our new album and all.." he drew in a deep breath and exhaled before continuing; "I really wish I had more time to hang out with ye," he finished. "Oh, it's no big deal! I understand you've got responsibilities, don't worry," you tell him genuinely. "No, really, I want to be with you... like, all the time- I mean..." he fumbles, and you stand there patiently. "You know, I- You- We're really good friends of course and I just feel so close to you, and-"

And with that the other three men saunter back in- laughing, poking fun, being raucous and jovial amongst themselves. And as soon as they spot you two, you nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other and Ringo red-faced and stammering, they go quiet. They all exchange looks, John waggling his eyebrows up and down and the other two lads holding back laughter. George wolf whistles and they all start to snicker, Paul shushing them after a moment when Ringo turns around and glares harshly. He turns back to face you and proceeds: "What I'm trying to say is... I know we're great friends, I really enjoy hanging out with you and I don't want to ruin that.." You brace for impact, afraid that he'd somehow discovered your crush and no longer felt comfortable around you. "I just wanted to ask you.." the guys stood and stared, trying to make themselves inconspicuous, but failing when John began to giggle and Paul elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Ringo inhaled yet again, holding his breath for a moment before blurting out: "Will you go out with me, Y/N?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath hitched in your throat, and your mind became shrouded in fog. Before you could even think to respond, a chorus of whoops, whistles, and applause erupted from across the room and you were overwhelmed with emotion. Your face turned bright red with anger and your hands instinctively balled up into fists: How could he make a joke of me like this? you thought, I was sure we were friends.. "You don't have to say ye-" Ringo began, but you weren't having it. "Is this why you were acting so strange just a minute ago? It isn't funny Ritchie, not at all!" Tears welled up in your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. "I can't believe you'd humiliate me like this!" you shouted furiously, eyes frantically darting back and forth between each of the guys' stunned faces as they watched your outburst. "And I really thought we were friends.. I'm such an idiot," you choked out as you grabbed your coat and took off out the door, a monsoon of tears cascading down your face and dripping off of your chin onto the hard tile below.

Back in the studio Ringo stood stupefied and crushed, slowly turning around to face the lads, heartbreak clear in his expression. George gave a low whistle to fill the silence and Paul looked awkwardly down at his shoes. After an extended pause, John was the first to speak up: "Well, I guess that's one way to get rejected." Paul gave him a slap on the arm and reprimanded him in hushed whispers, George tuning the both of them out as he tried to think of something to say. "Did I do something wrong..? Was it something I said?" Ringo pondered aloud, voice wavering. "I really can't imagine so, I mean- we saw the whole thing" said Paul, turning to the other two men who shrugged in response. "Yeah, I thought that was a stellar performance," said George with a half-hearted smile, in an attempt to lift his buddy's spirits a tad. "I just don't understand what went wrong.. she thought I was poking fun at her! I've gone and mucked it all up, haven't I?" he wailed, his baby blue eyes shiny with tears. "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself- I think she just misunderstood ye," John told him, finally becoming serious about the situation. "Yeah! Why don't you go find 'er and explain?" Paul suggested. Ringo hesitated for a few seconds, considering the idea before posing the question: "But what if she yells at me and says she never wants to see me again?" "If you just explain everything honestly, Y/N understand," said George confidently. "Besides- as it stands she already thinks you aren't friends anymore, so it's not like you have much to lose." "Was that supposed to make me feel better..?" Ringo asked. George simply shrugged and Ringo shook his head to snap himself out of his moping. "Hell, you guys are right- I think I'll go try and talk to her. Thanks, lads!" he said with newfound zeal, taking off in search of you. "Go get 'er, tiger!" called John after him.

You drove furiously down the street, your heartbreak playlist blasting from your car's speakers at full volume, hot tears stinging your eyes as you gripped the steering wheel with all of your might. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" you cursed yourself. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him," you sobbed aloud, turning into your neighborhood and pulling into your driveway. You unbuckled your seatbelt and hopped out of the car, slamming the door and locking it before storming into your house and sprinting to your bedroom. You crawled underneath the covers of your bed and curled up into the fetal position, tears of heartache and humiliation flowing from your eyes and staining the pillow beneath your head. You continued to throw your pity party, and rightfully so in your mind, when suddenly -tap, tap, tap- you heard three gentle knocks on your bedroom door. Who could that be..? And how'd they get past the front door? you wondered, panic sinking in before you realized: There's only one other person with a copy of my housekey..

"Richard?" you called out, too consumed by rage and embarrassment to stomach using your nickname for him. "Yeah Y/N, it's me, I can ex-" "What do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" you spat. "Can I come in? Please..? I mean you no 'arm!" he shouts. You consider it for a moment before dragging yourself up out of bed and opening the door for him, sitting back down on the mattress and folding your arms. Ringo takes a step forward into your room. "What are you doing here? I thought I'd made it pretty clear that I don't want to see you again." "Y/N, please hear me out, I don't think you quite understood me back there," he pleaded.

"Oh, don't even try it! I understood you, alright- I heard you loud and clear!" you fumed, "I know the only reason you said that is because one of the guys dared you to and they thought it'd be hilarious- well it wasn't, and you really hurt my feeli-" "What??" Ringo interrupted you, incredulous. "No no no no no Y/N, you've got it all wrong!! Where'd ye get that idea? Why would you ever think I'd do that to you..?" he said, sounding slightly wounded. "Well.. I mean I just thought, because I'm sorta chubby and all, and-" "And? So what? You're still a gorgeous bird, that just means there's more of you to love!" said Ringo. "I.. I adore your curves, if I'm bein' honest. All of 'em." he admitted, blushing.

It took a long moment for this new information to sink in: He.. actually meant that? It suddenly all made sense- the way he'd tuck your hair behind your ears, the words of praise he showered you with every time he saw you, how often he'd get distracted when you were around.. But you still couldn't believe your ears, having convinced yourself for so long that he'd never return your feelings. "You- I- What..? So that wasn't a prank?" "No of course not, I'd never joke about that!" Ringo sat down slowly beside you on the bed, placing a gentle hand on your thigh and caressing your soft skin. "Y/N, you are so beautiful and I think you're perfect. I've had feelings for you pretty much since the day we met! I thought I'd made it obvious.." he confessed, averting his gaze to the floor of your bedroom. "Oh Ritchie, I'm so sorry I overreacted earlier.. I've had the biggest crush on you forever, I just never even dreamt you'd like me back." You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. He turned and looked into your eyes: "Don't be sorry Y/N, I understand. But what's not to like?" he grinned at you. "And honestly, I thought you rejected me and ran off because you like Paul instead.." "Paul??" you giggled at his words and his obliviousness. "Eww, no, he's like my brother! Why would you assume that?" "Well I dunno, he's pretty and he's everyone's favorite!" exclaimed Ringo. "Not mine," you said, smiling. He grinned back and began to lean his face closer to yours; you mirrored his movements, both of you inching closer and closer until your lips finally met for the first time. The kiss was slow and gentle yet passionate, carrying with it the weight of the admiration you'd both hidden from one another for so long. When the two of you parted after many long seconds, you gazed breathlessly into each other's eyes before Ringo spoke up: "Should I take that as a yes..?" "Yes Ritchie, yes!" you chuckled, and he captured your lips in yet another kiss. You then invited him to stay the night: he of course accepted and it was spent snogging, cuddling, and adoring one another- and there would be plenty more kisses to come ♡