(my dear friend @shady70smusic requested this gem! ๐ they wanted a George X Reader where the reader gets a pixie cut/short haircut and is nervous to show George, but he's supportive and fluff ensues ๐ hope you enjoy!)
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Today's the day, I suppose- you thought to yourself, looking down at your phone and reading over the text George has sent you: hello darling ;) it's been too long! how about i come pay you a visit? i'll bring some food for us to share- my treat <3
You'd normally be delighted to receive such a text from your boyfriend- however, it's been nearly a week since you got your new haircut and you just haven't been able to bring yourself to show him. You're very pleased with how it came out- just the right length, with just enough character- but it is quite a lot shorter than you tend to go for, you've gotta admit. And definitely much shorter than George is expecting to see.
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In the six days since you left the salon you've (successfully) avoided George, excusing your distance by telling him you're swamped with extra work this week. He's bought it thus far, but you can't keep the act up forever- you know you have to rip off the band-aid eventually. You just can't seem to shake the nervous churning in the pit of your stomach when you even begin to imagine showing him your new 'do. George adores your hair- he's always running his fingers through it or twirling it playfully, admiring its color and silk-like softness. You're happy with your new haircut, but you can't help but fear your boyfriend's reaction. What if he doesn't like my hair anymore? you ponder: Or worse- what if he doesn't like me anymore?? Panic sets in and you're practically hyperventilating, trying to calm yourself enough to respond to his message.
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You shift your focus to your breathing, giving your all to steady it and slow its pace. Geo loves me, you remind yourself; That isn't going to change because of something so trivial, you rationalize. After taking another minute to gather yourself you grab your phone, input your password, and open it to see George's message yet again. You think for a moment before typing out a response and reading it over for errors: sounds great, Geo :) can't wait! i've missed you, my love <3
You inhale a long, shaky breath and press 'send' on the text, locking your phone and setting it back down on your bed.
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While waiting on your boyfriend, you spend what feels like hours in the bathroom mirror- brushing your hair, attempting to style it, making it look just right for a good first impression.
George has always been a laid-back guy, but you just aren't sure how he'd react to something like this- it's a pretty drastic change, after all. You're combing your hair madly, fussing with your fringe in desperation to make it look the way it did before. Even though you know nothing you can do now will bring back its length, you still try everything- anything to avoid facing George's reaction.
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You're so caught up in your anguish that you fail to notice George's knocking on your front door. He waits patiently outside; when he still doesn't hear a response from you after a few long moments, he decides to let himself in.
"Y/N..? I'm here, love!" he calls out, waltzing in the door. He's clutching three paper bags in his hands, each containing food from your favorite drive-thru joint: one bag for you and two for him (you know how Geo feels about food). You pause and drop your comb onto the bathroom counter, panic seizing your body and mind. Oh shit, is all you can manage to think before you're practically sprinting to your bedroom, shutting your door as fast as humanly possible and locking it behind you. "Just a sec, Geo!" you shout back, hoping it's enough to keep him from searching for you.
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Alone in your room you pace back and forth, struggling to talk yourself into going out there and revealing your new look to George. Oh, God... he's already here! How am I gonna do this? you ask yourself, scrambling to come up with some kind of solution or excuse to keep him from seeing you. I could tell him I suddenly came down with a cold and don't want to get him sick.. or better yet, crawl out the window and escape! He can't see me if I just run away... You entertain the idea for a few seconds, but you know better: Who am I kidding? He'd never fall for that.. and he doesn't deserve to be lied to, either- no more than I've already done this week..
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The realization sinks in that your only option is to march straight out there and show him- now it's just a matter of working up the courage. Come on, it's Geo we're talking about- he'd never leave me, not over something like this, you reassure yourself.
He's my boyfriend, for crying out loud- he loves me, regardless of shallow shit like looks! you seem to remember. George thinks I look great no matter what I do with my hair... yeah! I can do this! you think, striding over to your bed and grasping your phone to take with you.
As you lift it from the pillow, a notification catches your eye- it's from George.
How did I miss this..? you wonder, before remembering you'd ditched your phone in favor of fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror. You drag the notification menu down to expand the message- it reads:
i've missed you too, love <3 been lonely without you this week :/ i'm so happy you found some time to spend with your loving bf :P
You're instantly torn from your train of thought as you finish reading the text, a smile making its way across your face: What the hell am I even nervous for? Geo only cares that he gets to see me- and I'll make sure he gets a good, long look! you open the door and make your way to the dining room with determination, George's message granting you all the confidence you needed.
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You reach the end of the hallway to discover George sitting at your dining table, already stuffing his face- and clearly enjoying himself (that man and his food..).
"Ahem," you clear your throat audibly to get his attention. George looks up from his meal and opens his (full) mouth to greet you, but stops in his tracks as he catches sight of your new look. Your boyfriend's eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes in your appearance, slowly swallowing his mouthful of food and gazing at you in awe.
You smile timidly: "Well.. what do you think?"
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George stands swiftly and nearly knocks his chair to the ground, immediately approaching you and engulfing you in a hug. You breathe in his scent and savor the feeling of his body against yours, having missed your love dearly. When George pulls back his wolf-toothed grin is wider than you've ever seen it, eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your hair looks incredible!" he exclaims, looking you over once more. "Can.. can I touch it?" he asks. "Of course, silly!" you chuckle, and you feel his thick fingers run through it- the sensation familiar, but a bit different now. "It's shorter than you usually go for, but I really like it- honest!" says George beaming, his large hand ruffling your hair affectionately. "Really? I was so nervous to show you.."
"Nervous?" he asks, incredulous; "I can't imagine why! I mean- I love your hair no matter what you do with it, but it really suits you," he tells you earnestly, finally shifting his gaze from the top of your head down to your eyes. "Thank you, Geo- that means so much to me," you say, relieved. "Of course, darling. I'm thankful to see you at all, but this is.. wow," your eye contact is short-lived as George goes back to admiring your new haircut, once again running his hands through the short locks. You grin and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch. At long last, you're able to enjoy the rest of your evening with the love of your life โก
this is kind of weird but could you do something about the beatles being ticklish
sure I can :) would you want headcanons for all four boys or something else?
I am thrilled to announce that requests are once again OPEN!!! ๐ฃ
Please keep in mind that I am still dealing with health issues so fills may be slower than normal, but they will be completed !!!
Also, I am in my Poly!Beatles X Reader era at the moment so those requests may have priority โจ๏ธ
Please send requests!! I love you all dearly and can't wait to see what ideas you have ๐
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(DISCLAIMER: many of these are from Pinterest- if you are the original poster of any of them, please let me know so I can credit you! ๐
The day's night isn't the only thing that's hard
I'll let you hold more than just my hand ;)
I'll make you twist and shout
Let's come together ;)
When you're with me, the sun won't be the only thing coming
Why don't we do it in the road? ;)
I'd like to visit your octopus's garden
Come take a ride on my yellow submarine ;)
(thank you to @lfrom-thestars for this adorable request!! I hope this lives up to your expectations ๐ enjoy!)
The Beatles collectively become a chaotic force of energy when intoxicated, bouncing off of each other with endless jokes and antics
the liveliness of the Hamburg nightlife only fuels their escapades, their raucous laughter cutting through the conversations of other patrons and earning them glares that go unnoticed in their drunken haze
when you receive the call that they've been kicked out of their fourth bar of the night, you spring into action and come to lead your boys home, cutting them off since they're clearly too far gone to make that call on their own
almost immediately, impromptu performances erupt on streetcorners, drawing crowds of curious onlookers who are captivated by The Beatles' drunken melodies
you somehow manage to shoo them away and steer the boys toward a less populated route
as the night progresses, they become more unpredictable and you soon find yourself herding them like four mischievous puppies, ensuring they stick together and don't wander off into the chaos of the city streets
Ringo is the first to stray from the group, becoming distracted by some spray painted street art on the wall of a nearby building
you gently redirect him, taking him by the hand and pointing to something shiny up ahead, his short attention span already shifting focus to the new object
next to wander is Paul, stumbling over to a bronze statue and beginning to chat it up
he uses his best flirting tactics but the statue, being... well... a statue, is unaffected by his charms
you grab his arm and sling it over your shoulder to steady him as you walk him back over to the other three boys, Paul leaving sloppy kisses all over your face in the meanwhile
when you finally shrug him off, confident he can keep up on his own, he redirects his affection to John
John, all the more rowdy and brash when he's had a few too many, takes issue with this and becomes fired up, shoving away Paul (though he only returns for more)
just as John is winding his arm back, preparing to slug his clingy mate, you place yourself between the two men and act as a mediator
you suggest Paul go and pay a visit to Ringo, who is more than happy to accept his attention, and instruct John to take a few deep breaths
when the dust settles on this little spat, things are seemingly going according to plan and you're quickly approaching the hotel
that is until George, who has become increasingly more talkative in his drunken state, decides the silence isn't cutting it and decides to fill it with philosophical musings
you passify him as best you can, nodding and feigning interest in his nonsensical ramblings until the hotel is finally in sight
George makes it all of ten yards from the entrance when he stops suddenly, doubling over and heaving as you hold his hair back for him
thankfully he's too preoccupied to notice John's laughter at his plight and, after a few pats on the back, you make it safely inside and up to the room with a few sympathetic looks from the staff
the next morning as they nurse their hangovers, you dole out aspirins and glasses of water to the boys and order a hearty breakfast to get them back to their old selves as fast as possible
as difficult as it is to keep it to yourself, you refrain from reminding them of the silly antics they pulled last night, letting them recover with their dignity (for now)
as shitty as they feel now, they're still exhilarated by the unforgettable night you all shared together on the vibrant streets of Hamburg, and are forever grateful for your care
are you still taking requests? poly!beatles x reader where reader comes from a conservative household who believes in traditional marriage? can be headcannon or oneshot :)
absolutely! coming right up โจ๏ธ
(thank you anon for this request !! it was fun to imagine how each of our boys would react in this situation ๐ I hope you all enjoy)
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
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 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
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
(prompt from anon !! i'm a little behind on requests at the moment, but I hope you all can forgive me and enjoy these headcanons ๐ผ)
John's most passionate arguments tend to center around about social issues, political ideologies or creative direction
he's often perceived as too radical or unconventional by those around him, even including you on occasion
other times he'll take a joke too far or cross the line with his teasing, causing your feelings to be hurt
his apologies aren't the most straightforward, but are still genuine with a touch of self-awareness... he's trying
often, he'll bring you a cup of tea or small treat as a peace offering once things have blown over
Paul might argue about musical arrangements or creative differences, and can be a bit controlling when it comes to his work
he has the capacity to be rather egotistical at times, seemingly dominating important conversations
he's also a huge perfectionist and would often bicker with you over meticulous details of ordinary tasks
he always wants the laundry folded or the bed made the "right way"
his apologies come quickly and would be warm and very sincere, accompanied by lots of physical affection and perhaps a sweet gesture like inviting you to share a cup of tea with him
if ever George sparked a serious argument, it would likely be over artistic integrity or personal boundaries, sometimes feeling misunderstood or undervalued
on the more lighthearted side, he would argue about you having eaten his food or not sharing yours
he'll pretend to be offended if you don't offer him a taste of whatever you're having, much to your chagrin as he's very convincing
George's apologies would be thoughtful, sincere and reflective, offering insights into his perspective and seeking mutual understanding and respect
Ringo is rather carefree and tends not to make a fuss, but he may (rarely) blow up over practical matters or interpersonal dynamics
he sometimes feels overlooked or taken for granted, even when it may not be the case
he can also become passionately defensive about his preferences, such as the way he likes his tea or his favorite vinyl records
Ringo's apologies would be humble and down-to-earth, maybe with a touch of humor to diffuse tension, as well as lots of hugs and kisses
Request: where the Beatles like to be kissed!
Have a nice day! :)
that's a great one!! :D you've got it, thanks for the request ๐
After quite some time of lurking in the Beatles tags on tumblr, Iโve decided to create my own imagines blog! Requests are open and all original work will be tagged #LMLBeatles โ Iโll be posting very soon so if you enjoy Beatles imagines, please consider checking this blog out :) See yโall soon! <3
โฎ๏ธ Beatlemaniac Heaven โฎ๏ธ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ She/her, 21 y/o with an intense love for John Lennon and humanity's greatest band ๐ชฒ I write reader inserts and imagines for The Beatles โ Original works are tagged #LMLBeatles โ Requests CLOSED! โ I don't write ship fics, sorry! (no judgement though) :)
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