Poly!Beatles X F!Virgin!Reader - Open Invitation

(HELLO AGAIN!!! my sincerest apologies for the short hiatus, I've been struggling with some heart issues and work troubles but I am back in business and rest assured, all of your requests WILL be filled !! ✨️ please enjoy this lovely request from anon :) 💕)

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You'd wondered about the strange look they seem to have shared, but thought nothing of it until reached your hand in your pocket to pull out a lighter, only to find a scrap of paper. The boys had slipped a special invitation into your pocket at your meet and greet, one they had been saving for a very special fan.

But here you were, standing in the hotel hallway and staring up at the door in front of you, glancing down at the slip of paper to make sure you have the right room number. You suddenly began to get cold feet, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Would you open the door, only to be met with bewildered expressions on unfamiliar faces? Or, even worse, would you be greeted by the four of them, cackling like a pack of hyenas at your gullible nature?

You push away those unwelcome thoughts, putting on as brave a face as you can muster and raising a trembling hand to the door. You knock thrice as instructed, waiting with bated breath. Until...

"Y/N! We were beginning to worry you'd run our invitation through the wash. Come on in!" Paul welcomes you, holding the hotel door open.

You sigh in relief and chuckle nervously, taking a few tentative steps into the suite, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne almost overpowering. The other three all greet you, seated in various positions on the sectional sofa.

A voice stands apart from the others, clearer than the rest - it's John.

"We've been looking forward to this all week."

Your heart skips a beat and you look to him with innocent confusion.

"And... what, exactly, is this?"

The four men exchange shocked glances, having assumed you knew what was intended by the invitation.

"Well, we thought... you know, with us," Ringo begins, but John cuts him off.

"We want to shag ya. The four of us," he explains bluntly.

George gives him a swift elbow to the ribs.

"Knock it off, mate! You'll scare the poor thing." John only rolls his eyes in response.

You're taken aback by the proposition. You know no one in their right mind would pass up such an opportunity and, though not opposed, you can't help but feel intimidated. This would be your first time, and with The Beatles? All of them?!

Paul interrupts your train of thought.

"You really don't have to, we can just-"

"No, no! Believe me, I've dreamt about this forever. It's just..." you trail off, somewhat embarrassed.

"What is it? You can tell us, we won't judge," Ringo encourages, but John interjects.

"If we didn't say anything about that outfit you wore to our concert, you know we're good for it," he snickers.

George throws him another jab to the ribs with his elbow.

"Ow!"

You ignore his snide comment, too focused on the matter at hand to be offended.

"I'm... a virgin," you admit, bracing yourself for laughter. Instead, you're met with gentle nods and understanding expressions from the four men. They take a moment to process your admission.

"We wouldn't want to pressure you," assures George as you take a deep breath.

You take a moment to consider the idea. On one hand, this is an important part of someone's life, a milestone - not exactly a decision to be rushed. But on the other... it's The Beatles. I mean, come on. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Well, if there was ever a good time... I suppose this would be it."

"You sure, love?" Ringo chimes in. "The last thing we'd want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sure."

"Well, all right then." They share another look amongst themselves before John nods and looks to you.

"We'll start off slow then, yeah? C'mere," he says, patting his thighs. You approach, nervous excitement coursing through your veins.

You sit on his lap, your body tense. He places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"Loosen up, I wont bite."

"Yeah, right."

He shoots George a look.

"Unless you ask nicely," he says with a wink.

You chuckle, beginning to relax. The others watch intently as John shifts his hands to your waist, gently massaging your sides. He mumbles lazily in your ear, his thick accent intoxicating.

"Speak up, Johnny!"

"Share with the class, will ya?"

"Oh, piss off," John dismisses Paul and Ringo, returning to your ear for a nibble. You giggle at the unfamiliar feeling, his nose brushing against your cheek. He moves to your neck, starting off with gentle kisses before growing bolder, leaving love bites along the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You shiver as his hands wander lower - down to your hips, giving them a squeeze, then coming to rest on your thighs. The size of his hands and the warmth of his palms stir something within you. You inhale sharply, biting your lip as a familiar heat pools in your abdomen - the same kind you feel when you watch the lads perform. Judging by the growing bulge beneath you, it seems John is enjoying himself just as much.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes!" You reply breathlessly, a little too eager. "Yes. Keep going."

This earns a chorus of chuckles from the group, who have each begun to palm themselves through their trousers at the sight.

John's hands work their way to your inner thighs, caressing and squeezing gently. He mumbles sweet nothings in your ear as he parts them. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"More, I want more."

At that, Paul stands and steps closer to you, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

"You want more, do you, pretty girl?"

You nod enthusiastically, whining in arousal.

"Perhaps she could use something in that pretty mouth of hers to muffle those whines," George suggests with a smirk. You get what he's hinting at, biting your lip and giggling nervously as you look up at Paul.

"I'm not sure I know how..."

"Oh, I'm more than happy to show you, love... if you would."

"Please."

"Eager little thing, eh?" George and Ringo tease, but Paul ignores them.

"Sweet girl... I'll give you what you want."

Paul undoes his trousers and drops them to his ankles, followed quickly by his briefs. You can't help but stare, awestruck, and Paul chuckles.

"Like what you see?"

You nod.

"Would you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to realize he's inviting you to touch. You reach a tentative hand out in front of you.

"No need to be nervous," he soothes, stroking your hair tenderly.

You grasp the base of his length, hand trembling, and Paul groans at the contact. His skin is softer than you's expected, somehow, and you decide you like the feeling. You begin to move your hand up and down, pumping him cautiously as if afraid to hurt him. Your eyes flicker from your own hand to Paul's face, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. The sight of him this way, knowing what you can do to him with just a few simple touches, makes you feel powerful in a way.

Meanwhile, John's hand slips beneath the waistband of your knickers, traveling lower until he reaches your heat. You instinctively tighten your grip on Paul and the two of you moan in tandem. John trails a finger up your slick folds, drawing gentle circles around your clit.

"Mm... are you ready to open up for me, sweetheart?" Paul asks, his voice almost sickeningly sweet. By this point, Ringo and George have both unzipped their flies, tugging their trousers and briefs down past their hips. They're clearly enjoying this little show, pleasuring themselves as they devour you with their eyes.

"Go on, doll," John encourages. "Take 'im into your mouth."

You do as he instructs, eliciting another soft moan from Paul. He tightens his hold on your hair, using all of his willpower to keep himself from tugging you down onto him.

"Oh, good girl... further, if you can. I won't rush ya."

You pull back for a breath before obeying, slowly taking more of him into your mouth. He throws his head back, groaning in satisfaction. A string of curses tumble from his lips at the soft, warm feeling and you hear John snicker behind you. You really start to get the hang of things, falling into a steady rhythm and bobbing your head as if you were made for this.

All of a sudden, your focus is broken as John's fingers cease their movements and you feel them wander lower. He slides a finger inside of you, taking care to go slow - he's far more gentle than you had imagined. You moan around Paul and he growls, faced flushed pink and eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck... don't stop, doll. You're perfect," he praises and you continue as John's hand moves between your legs.

The friction of his fingers along with Paul's words of praise leaves you lightheaded - well, that and the lack of oxygen. As you pull away for air, George clears his throat.

"What about us, Macca?" He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing to himself and Ringo.

Paul hesitates for a moment before sighing, irritated.

"Fine... I'm getting close, anyway," he grumbles, tugging his waistband back up as you pout in disappointment.

Soon enough, Paul takes a seat on the sofa and George and Ringo take his place, pumping themselves idly as they gaze down at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Go on, doll," George begins, a wolfish grin playing on his handsome features. You comply, taking him into your mouth a little too far as you sputter and cough.

"Careful, dear," he chuckles. "Take it slow."

You try again, more gradually this time. John squeezes your hip with his free hand and you squeak, sending pleasant vibrations through George's lower half.

"That's it, love. Nice and easy," he groans, running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes you gain momentum, growing more confident in your actions. A tight knot forms in George's stomach as he feels the others' eyes on the two of you, heat rising to his cheeks as he lets out another deep growl. You continue your work on him, but Ringo becomes impatient, scoffing and nudging George's shoulder to snap him out of his stupor.

"C'mon, mate. I think it's my turn - that is, if the lass'll have me." He turns to you, a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.

You nod, humming an "mm-hm" around George's cock. He relents, pulling away begrudgingly.

"Fine. Go on, Rich."

"Attaboy, Ritchie," John pipes up, a lazy grin on his face. Paul simply gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the performance you've been putting on.

Ringo stands before you, trousers undone. He seems a bit nervous, but any reservations he has are quickly overpowered by desire as he sees your glistening lips and messy hair. You reach a curious hand up and Ringo takes it in his calloused one, guiding you to grasp the base of his length. You give him a soft tug, catching him off guard. He draws a breath through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering closed.

You take him slowly into your mouth, your jaw working overtime to accommodate his size. Once you've settled into your pace, you begin to experiment with your tongue, tracing the underside of his cock. He growls almost primally, tightening his grip on your hair and moaning your name as you bring him closer to the edge.

"All right, you've had your fun," George interrupts and buries his own hand in your hair, gently grasping and tugging. You go to work on him once again, in a daze.

"That's not fair, mate. I had her," Ringo retorts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back in his direction. The two men bicker as they stand over you, essentially playing tug-of-war with your mouth.

"All right, all right, that's enough of that." John swats their hands away and they draw back, pouting.

"Yeah, c'mon, lads. We'll each have our turn," Paul chastises.

"In fact, " muses John, "I'd say it's about time Paulie and I take the reigns, eh?" He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, casually licking his fingers clean.

"Wait, wait... and? How's that supposed to work."

"Come with us, love. We'll show you." Paul takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, the other three following suit.

John places a soothing hand on your upper back, ushering you to the bed.

"On all fours, darling. Just relax."

You do as he instructs, getting into position as the others watch on with hungry eyes. John pushes your skirt up above your hips and tugs gently on the waistband of your knickers.

"Can I take care of these for ya?" he smirks.

You hesitate for only a moment before turning back to look at him over your shoulder.

"Yes. Please."

"Eager, are we?" They all chuckle and John slides them off, his trousers growing even tighter at the sight of you bare before him.

"Christ, you're soaked," he murmurs and you blush, somewhat embarrassed.

"Is that... bad?"

"Oh. Right." You bite your lip. John undoes his trousers and lines himself up at your entrance, stroking your hair to calm you.

John chuckles, amused by your inexperience. "No, sweetheart, not at all. It tells me you're excited - y'know, ready for me."

"Now - you're sure you want this, yeah?"

"Yes! Yes. I've thought it through, and..." you draw a breath, "this is what I want."

John groans, satisfied by your response.

"All right. Relax your body as much as you can, and keep your breathing steady. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he reassures and you nod.

"Ready for me, love?"

You hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. John waits for your body to adjust to the intrusion before gradually sinking all the way in, using your hip as leverage while he buries himself inside you. The others look on with a combination of jealousy and need, wishing they were the ones to fill you.

"Yes! Yes. I want you, John," you beg and he takes your cue, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuck, doll. You're so bloody tight," John growls as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. The other three groan, imagining themselves in John's place. After a few moments, he speaks up.

"I'm going to move now, doll."

John begins to move, sliding in and out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. You whine in pleasure, the sudden friction causing you to arch your back further. His breathing grows heavy, grunting as he increases his pace.

"Mm-hm," you whimper and brace yourself.

"Ah... fuck. Uh-huh," you manage as John continues to fuck you into the mattress.

"Mm... you're doing so good. Think you can take Paulie too?" he challenges and Paul lifts his head, pausing his movements.

Paul approaches, a sly grin on his boyish features as he stands in front of you.

"Yes, Paulie, yes! I need you all so bad."

"Sure you can handle it, love?"

You moan around him as he slides himself into your mouth, stilling when he hits the back of your throat. He pauses, composing himself before sliding in and out of your mouth, gripping the base of his length as he guides himself.

Your words elicit a collective moan from the men and Paul presses his tip to your mouth, eager to have you again.

"She's damn good, ain't she, Paulie?" he asks through his own pleasured grunts. Paul hums in agreement as the two men thrust in and out of you, the rhythmic push and pull scrambling your thoughts and dulling your senses.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, "Her mouth feels so good Paul groans as John chuckles breathlessly, increasing his pace to match Paul's.

"Feeling generous, love? You've got two hands, after all," Ringo points out. In your lust-filled trance, you raise your arms, offering your hands to the two men. They gratefully accept, thrusting into your fists as the four of them surround you.

Ringo and George, stroking themselves to the sight, begin to feel left out and approach the bed.

You take care of the men's needs surprisingly well considering your lack of experience.

"She's too bloody tight to have done anything before. Trust me, Macca," he groans, gripping your hips as he fucks you into the mattress.

"You sure you haven't done this before, doll?" Paul questions, but John interjects.

"Fuck... Christ, love. Where do you want me?" he asks and you consider your options.

Your whines increase in pitch and frequency, but you certainly aren't alone as all of the men approach their climaxes.

"On my ass," you reply and he pulls out near-immediately, spilling his load on your lower half. You revel in the warmth, moaning around Paul as he approaches his own summit. He pulls out of your mouth, unloading onto your pretty face while you lie as still as possible, drunk on the taste of him.

"Bloody hell, Y/N..." Ringo murmurs.

While John and Paul catch their breaths, George and Ringo increase the speed of their movements, driven by the sight of you drenched in their bandmates' cum.

"I-I'm going to-" he pulls out of your hand, covering your chest and shoulder with his hot cum as George does the same, groaning your name loudly.

The five of you take a moment to breathe, all of you sweaty and spent. You collapse onto the bed, none of them really caring about the mess.

"You should probably clean yourself up, love," Paul suggests. Begrudgingly, you rise from the bed and head for the attached bathroom. You manage to make yourself decent, dressing yourself in a t-shirt one of the boys left behind before stepping back out into the bedroom.

They all stare at you in disbelief, mouths agape.

"So, uh... can one of you drive me home?"

"Plus, you ARE wearing my shirt," John points out.

"You really think we're going to let you go back to your flat after THAT?" George asks, incredulous.

You chuckle in response.

"Guess not," you reply, flopping down on the bed. The men clean themselves up, returning to your side.

"So good for us," George adds, nosing into your hair while the others hum in agreement.

"Such a good girl, you are," Paul praises and kisses your forehead.

By the time they start arguing about John hogging the covers, you're already drifting off to sleep, the familiar chatter comforting you and quieting your mind.

"Aww. Look at that, lads. Guess we lulled her to sleep," Ringo snorts.

"Yeah, but I should-" John pauses, interrupted by your faint snoring.

They each lean over to place kisses on your cheeks, whispering their own "goodnight"s and finally shutting the light off to join you in your slumber.

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Their favorite places to kiss you 💋

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Paul:

lips

you often catch Paul longingly staring at your lips as you speak

when you've finished, it's always: "That's lovely, darling," followed immediately by Paul capturing your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss

his impatience gets to him on occasion, however

sometimes when you're on an especially lengthy ramble, he'll cut you off with a quick peck on the lips

"Pardon the interruption, love- I just couldn't help meself ;)"

inner thighs

Paul's other favorite place to kiss you is your inner thighs

there's something about the softness and sensitivity of the skin there that's so alluring to him

in the bedroom, he'll begin to kiss all the way down your body..

he'll place feather-soft kisses all over you, taking extra care to go painfully slow, the ache between your legs becoming harder to ignore

once he finally reaches his destination he takes his time placing sweet, sensual kisses on each of your thighs, making a point of looking up at you from between them

"Paul, stop teasing!" you whine, exasperated, as your fingers tug at his soft hair

"Someone's a little impatient, hm...? Alright darling, I'll quit torturing ye," he chuckles, finally giving you what you've begged for ;)

John:

top of your head

being that he's quite a bit taller than you, one of John's favorite places to kiss you is the top of your head

aside from being one of the easiest, he likes to make you feel protected and loved

it reminds him of how delicate you are compared to him (as well as reminding him of his own height and strength, which is another motivator) and brings out the protector instinct in him

John will walk over to you when you're sat at your desk or making tea in the kitchen and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head, usually followed by him ruffling your hair affectionately

neck

John's other favorite spot to place kisses (and love bites) is your neck

he'll often communicate to you that he's 'in the mood' by turning to face you in bed, pulling you close and kissing your neck as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear

he adores seeing his marks on your skin, so those kisses almost always come with a hickey or two

occasionally John will end up sucking too harshly on your delicate skin, his teeth painfully grazing your neck

"Ah- oww John, that hurts!"

"Sorry love, I got carried away. Yer just too irresistible, 's hard to help meself~"

George:

forehead

when George is around you, there's never a shortage of forehead kisses

whenever he notices that you're fixated on something or looking stressed, he'll stride over to where you're sat and give you a soft peck on the forehead

"What's got you so distracted, doll?" he'll ask tenderly

if you decide you want to talk about it with him he'll sit and listen intently, offering "hm"s and "ahh"s of understanding as he rubs gentle circles on your back or shoulder

tummy

George adores your tummy- so much that he makes sure to place a kiss on the soft skin there every time he gets the chance

if you're wearing a crop top, changing for bed, or even if you stretch and your shirt rides up- George is always there to remind you of his love and appreciation for your body with a quick kiss on your stomach

he chuckles and grins, shaking his head when you tug your shirt down to cover yourself

"No need to be embarrassed babe- your stomach is gorgeous, as is the rest of ye"

Ringo:

nose tip

Ringo finds it absolutely adorable when you get overly excited about something

he loves it when you ramble on passionately about something you really like, words flying from your lips at a mile a minute

after raving for some time about your new obsession you become self-conscious, blurting out a "Shit, have I really been talking this whole time?? Oh don't listen to me Ritchie, I'm sorry, I keep going on and on, I'm just exc-"

"Relax, sweetheart," he soothes with a quick peck on the tip of your nose, "I could listen to you ramble for eternity"

cheeks

often when you're visibly feeling down, Ringo will approach you with an, "Is everything all right, lovey? What's the matter?"

if you aren't feeling up to talking about it, he doesn't push

"Hmm.. I know what'll cheer you up," he says with a kind-hearted yet mischievous grin

"Oh..? Wh-" you begin but don't even have time to respond before Ringo is on you, peppering your cheeks (and the rest of your face) with soft kisses that make you squirm and giggle

"Ahh! Haha- Ritchie!! It tick--ahAHA-les!!" you manage to squeak out between laughs

by the time he's done you've forgotten what you were ruminating about, and Ringo's mission is accomplished

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lick-me-lennon22

1 year ago

Request fill when

Tis past 12 am now

I'm gonna try to be respectful here...

1. You cannot possibly know what timezone I'm in

2. I am literally writing as I receive this ask

Please be respectful of my time !! I will post very soon ☆

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lick-me-lennon22

1 year ago

Hello😺 i really like your second part of "Smoke & Serendipity"! Will you write part 3 and then part 4?🥺🥺

Hello!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic :))

Unfortunately I think the third or fourth part is going to be the last. I originally intended the fic as a one shot and ongoing/chapter fics aren't really my specialty, but there will be at least one more !! ✨️

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lick-me-lennon22

1 year ago

Beatles X Assistant!Reader headcanons

(requested by a lovely anon :) enjoy, loves 💕)

John

John finds himself increasingly drawn to your quiet efficiency as the band's assistant. He admires your intelligence and wit, and he can't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever your eyes meet. He'll start finding excuses to linger in your office, hoping for a chance to make you laugh with one of his dry quips.

John will go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, offering to carry your heavy bags or lend a listening ear when you've had a frustrating day.

He finds himself unable to resist the urge to tease you whenever the opportunity presents itself - purposely misplacing items just so he can watch you furrow your brow in concentration as you search for them, only to reveal their location with a mischievous grin.

Despite his playful demeanor, there's a softness in his gaze whenever he looks at you, a warmth he can't explain or ignore.

Paul

Paul is enchanted by your radiant beauty and warmth. He often finds himself seeking you out just to chat, whether it's about music, life, or anything in between. He loves the way you listen attentively to his ideas and offer thoughtful insights of your own.

His feelings for you are like a symphony playing in his heart, each note building upon the last until it becomes impossible to ignore.

Paul is captivated by your presence, drawn to the way you move with grace and purpose. There's a tenderness to his touch whenever he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, a silent confession.

And though he may not realize it at first, there's a depth to his feelings for you that goes beyond mere admiration - it's a love that's as timeless and enduring as the music he creates.

George

George is intrigued by your quiet confidence and mysterious aura, and finds himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He begins to notice the little quirks and habits that make you unique and starts to seek out opportunities to spend time with you, whether it's sharing a cup of tea during a break or asking for your opinion on a new riff he's been working on.

He's fascinated by the glimpses he catches of your true self beyond your professional exterior, and he can't help but want to know more about you.

George will often linger near your workspace, pretending to be absorbed in his own tasks while secretly stealing glances in your direction.

Though he may not show it outwardly, there's a gentleness in his touch whenever your hands accidentally brush, a silent acknowledgement of the growing connection between you.

Ringo

Ringo is captivated by your infectious energy and zest for life. He loves the way you bring a sense of fun and spontaneity to the band's work and finds himself gravitating toward you whenever he needs a pick-me-up, cherishing the moments you spend laughing together.

Ringo's affection is evident in small gestures he makes, bringing you a fresh cup of tea without being asked or leaving a silly doodle on your desk just to make you smile. He'll suggest you grab a bite to eat together after a long day in the studio, relishing the opportunity to see you in a more relaxed setting.

Despite his easygoing nature, there's a vulnerability in his eyes whenever he looks at you, a longing that he struggles to conceal. He starts to realize that he feels happiest when you're around and he can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way about him.

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lick-me-lennon22

9 months ago

Will you make part 3 of Smoke & Serendipity?😶🫥

if you guys want to see it, sure !! but that would probably be the last part 🫶

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lick-me-lennon22

3 years ago

Thank you all for 54 followers!! 🎊🎉💗

I just wanted to make this post as a huge thank-you to everyone who has followed me or interacted with my posts! It makes my day to read your comments and your requests bring me so much joy :') 💜🌟

I sincerely apologize for the lack of posts recently- as soon as my mother recovered from COVID, my grandmother broke her leg and my brother came down with bronchitis so I've been pretty busy taking care of my family 💕 I hope you all understand, and I will return to posting soon! :)

Thank you!! 🌌💜💗

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lick-me-lennon22

3 years ago

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 ♡

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