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taken too soon, but never forgotten. we still love you, miss you, & most importantly, still listening to you.

missing you today,

on your very special day,

happy birthday john,

we love you always 🕊🤍

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❝ Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears. ❞

Happy Birthday John Lennon (b. 9 October 1940)

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John Lennon having a good time in the studio (from The Beatles: Get Back)

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February 23, 1967

John Lennon arriving at EMI Studios for a recording session of Sgt. Pepper

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Bless this gif set. John is wonderful :)

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julian’s instagram post about john broke my heart

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John’s 1967 home videos.

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John Lennon at a New York press conference

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Minskoff Theater, New York, New York, January 18, 1977.

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Never Leave Me.

Request for time travel reader, telling the boys about the future.

Reader X John (it was never specified, but I wanted to do John, cause, well… it’s John)

Caution: Language

Enjoy, my cuties.

P.S. Not to get confused, she’s been with the boys for a few months now, so she knows them pretty well.

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Dear Diary,

Sometimes, we like to dream about what life would be like had we done something different, or said something that we held inside. Maybe, even daydream of the possibilities that we know will never happen. I admit to have fantasized on many occasions, to have been born in a different state, with a bigger house and adoring people on my sides, maybe even in a different time.

Funny, I guess I never thought that I’d end up here. Those very daydreams coming to life. To be honest, I still have no idea how I got here, and if the boys ever found out well… I don’t know what I’d do…

“(y/n)!”

Startled, I turned around, quickly shutting my notebook and placing it under a pillow. 

“H-hey.”

Paul smirked.

“What cha been up to in this room for so long ay? Coulda had a whole orgy by now.”

Blushing furiously, I frowned at him. 

“I was…writing, you silly goose. What cha need?” 

Well, John’s been waitin for ya, he won’t say why, says it’s a surprise.”

I raised an eyebrow. 

“Really? Well, alright then.”

Paul and I walked down the stairs into the studio apartment’s tiny parlour. 

John was lounging lazily on the loveseat, his head drifting dangerously downward.

“Oh, Johnny!” chirped Paul loudly.

John’s head snapped up.

“Took ya long enough!”

He grinned, standing up.

My breath hitched. 

Every time, even now, his face always made me stare in wonder. And each time, I have to remember.

He’s alive. 

And he’s mine. 

“Like what you see?” he smirked at my awestruck face.

Not wanting to stroke his ego further, I crossed my arms and cheekily replied “No, but you do.” 

It was then, Paul cleared his throat. 

“Save that for the bedroom, ay? I’m still here, for Christ’s sake.”

“What are ye still doin’ here? Sod off Macca.”

Raising his hands defensively, he left the premises. 

Turning back to me, he smiled once again.

“Come ‘ed. ‘ve got somethin’ to show ya.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Grabbing my hand he pulled me out the backdoor and into the yard. 

I gasped in surprise.

White rose bushes were planted on every side, a tall elegant fountain sitting in the middle.

“You said you wanted a garden…so ‘ere ya are.”

There were cobblestones joined together to create a pathway towards the fountain. By the fountain, was a small table and two chairs, a bowl of strawberries, and a tea set were lying on top of the table.

“All…for me?”

“Yes love, all for ya.” he nuzzled my cheek.

This all keeps getting better and better.

“Well, let’s not keep the grub waitin, shall we?”

He guided me towards the table. Sitting down, he poured some tea in the cup along with a bit of cream and a spoonful of sugar. Stirring it all together, he passed me the cup and saucer. Taking a sip, I closed my eyes in delight.

“Earl Grey, you remembered.”

“How could I forget?” 

Opening my eyes, John had his on mine. My heart started beating faster once again.

“(y/n), the truth is…” he looked down, biting his lip slightly.

“…I-I think I’m in love with you.”

Before I could open my mouth, he quickly added “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but, I dunno, I think you might be the one I’ve been looking for…oh dear God, that sounds so cliché, doesn’t it? I’m really not that kind of guy, I don’t want you to think I’m that sort of guy, look…”

“John.” I raised my eyebrows, and he went quiet.

“I should probably tell you something…”

His brows furrowed in confusion, and then worry “Look, I’m sorry if that was a little forward, but…please, don’t think I’m gonna push ya in any way, if you don’t love me back I’d understand…”

“JOHN!” 

He shut up once again.

“Good God, Lennon! Calm down. The truth is I love you too.” his eyes widened and a grin spread on his face “Hold up mister, I’m not done yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What else is there you need to say?”

“Uhm…okay, y’know how I told you my parents were in Canada, and that they worked in a small town that nobody knows?”

“Yes?” his eyebrow raised further yet. 

“That’s…not…entirely true.” I bit my lip. His face only urged me to continue. “Uhm, they actually, aren’t here.”

Too vague. 

Before he could share his inner demons, I quickly added. “They’re not dead. They just uhm…well, they aren’t here…yet.”

“ m’afraid I don’t know what you mean love.” 

“Look, I’m gonna sound crazy, It’s absolutely wild, and you may think I’ve lost it, trust me, It’s hard for me too. Do you understand?”

He nodded mutely, still giving me a puzzled look.

“I’m not from here.”

He rolled his eyes at this “I know that much ya yank.”

“No, well yes…but, not from this…time.”

I took a deep breath.

“I wasn’t born in 1944. I was actually born in 2001.”

It was then he started laughing.

“Good one, (y/n). Still don’t really see the punchline though.”

I slapped my forehead. 

“I thought you might think this was a joke. But, I’m being serious.”

He light smile faded, and turned to a frown.

“Whaddya mean you’re from 2001? Hasn’t even ‘appned yet!”

“I know…I’m from the future.” 

He stared at me blankly for a long time. Then crossing his arms and giving me a skeptical look he finally spoke.

“Prove it then.”

After many months of hiding the technology, I finally pulled out my phone. I tapped on the screen several times to reveal my home screen. 

“Wha- the bloody ‘ell is that?” 

“It’s a phone, love. Look.” I tapped on my Spotify app.

“You boys have been working on a new album with all originals correct?”

“Y-yes, you know this.”

“But you are keeping it a secret, not even I’ve heard the music.” I smirked. “Or at least, you don’t think I have.”

I tapped once more on the screen revealing A Hard Day’s Night album. 

“We haven’t even…”

“Named it? Oh, I know. Check this out. Y’know the song the Macca brought to your house yesterday? And I love her?” I pointed to the screen, and viola it was there. I played the song. His eyes widened in shock.

“We haven’t even finished…”

“Yeah, next week George Martin is going to ask for an intro, and George Harrison is gonna come up with something that will make the song.” His mouth was gaping, he couldn’t believe his ears “Don’t believe me? You don’t have to take my word for it. You can ask him yourself, and you’ll know it’s true.” 

At this point, John knew she couldn’t be lying.

“How…?”

“I honestly have no fucking idea. But, here I am, with you, with the Beatles! And it’s a dream come true!”

“Wait…” He quickly interrupted “You said you were born in 2001. That’s…decades. Are we really that famous?” I could hear the anticipation and excitement in his voice. 

Biting my lip, I nodded. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna be a hit.”

He grinned. “I knew it.”

“Don’t get too cocky Lennon. You might just fall off your high horse.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Uhm…”

You’re gonna get assassinated. 

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“Really?”

“Well, you marry this crazy lady.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. What’s ‘er name?”

“You don’t wanna know, trust me.”

“Alright then. What else?”

“You grow a beard a few times.”

“Really? I’ve always wondered what’d that’d be like.” he looked up thoughtfully. 

I giggled at his inquisitive look. 

But my joyful moment soon subsided. I finally remembered the truth of the future. 

A world without Lennon.

I should tell him. Of course! If I tell him, he’ll know not to step anywhere near that man! He needs to know!

“Erm…there is one more thing.”

He smiled at me “Yes, kitten?”

“You…” I couldn’t help but stare straight into his orbs once again. 

He’s alive. He’s breathing. He’s here with me.

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

“(y/n)? You still here? I know I look good, but maybe you could not get distracted one tiny second?”

I blushed again, and cleared my throat. “Well, this isin’t really something you wanna hear but…”

“But?”

“Uhm, well, you’re dead.”

He looked down at the ground in slight disappointment. “Of course. We all die eventually.”

“Yes, but with you…” before I could stop it, a tear slipped down my eye. “…you could have lived so much longer…had it not been..”

I choked. Tears continued to stream.

“Love, s’alright. I’m still here. Hey, look at me.” He laced his fingers with mine. 

“Y-you were assassinated! That bastard shot you four times! You did nothing wrong!!” I sobbed wildly, mascara streaking on my cheeks. 

He was appalled, but continued to comfort me.

“S’alright love, now that I know, I’ll make sure to not be where I was that day, yeah? You’ve saved me! I’ll be alright! Doll, please don’t cry.” He wiped away my tears with his handkerchief. 

I looked up at him with relief in my eyes. “You’re gonna be ok.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be ok.”

He leaned in and kissed me.

In that moment I had finally realized. 

He was here.

He was alive.

And he loves me.

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Lol, this ended up being more emotional than I thought it would be. I’ll admit to getting a little misty eyed as I wrote this up.

Again, thanks to my computer, which died on me…again… this story is finally out now. Hope you enjoy! 

L.M.

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If She Knew

A/N: yeah, no one asked (i’m so lonely lol), but it’s just me, looking for a way to cope with my strange life

pairing: john lennon x reader

Summary:  You knew John was an artist, but you didn’t know that you were one of his more frequent subjects.

warnings: none really, i guess some language, some angst (don’t worry, it’s happy toward the end!)

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Light spirals toward you slowly, lifting your heavy eyelids from their contented sleep.  The curtains hanging on the window are doing very little to veil the white morning sunshine spilling through the room, forming little shapes that are cast on the floor.  

You roll over slowly, letting your eyelids drift closed, soaking up the peaceful silence of the morning.

Wait a minute.

Silence. 

Silence?

You open your eyes.  Yes, it’s very quiet, nearly dead silent in the hotel suite.  All that meets your listening ears is the sweet serenade of the bluebird outside the window.  

No other noise.  No talking.  No joking, no laughing … no thumping around in the kitchenette … no clinking of cups.  Nothing at all, in fact.

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After being interviewed by the French journalist Jean-François Vallée in New York, John Lennon started an impromptu performance of Lady Marmelade at the piano, singing “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?” and saying a few words in French, 1975.

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John and Mick awkwardly introduce the segment. John calls Mick “Michael” (Jagger’s given name) and Mick calls John “Winston” (Lennon’s middle name). Mick speaks in a dull accent, somewhat in the style of an American talk show host. “As you know, I’ve admired your work for so long, and I haven’t been able to get together with you so much as I want. Do you remember that old place off-Broadway?” John answers with an apparent non sequitur: “Oh, those were the days, I want to hold your man.” After a bit more banter, John gets up, hands Mick a bowl of macrobiotic rice that he’s been eating, and then sneers as he walks off camera. Mick calls after him: “Yer blues, John.” The scene makes absolutely no sense, although it is impossible not to notice that in the end, Mick is left in a subservient position.

An outtake from the film is even more revealing. As the camera rolls, Lennon surprises Mick by pretending to be gay; he pulls at Jagger’s jacket from behind and mock-seductively runs his hands over his chest. Once again, Mick seems lamblike in Lennon’s presence. The scene was rendered unusable because Lennon’s son Julian, age five, can be seen in the background pressing his lips against what is either an unlit, hand-rolled cigarette or (sigh) a joint. “Dad, I’ve got a little cigar!” he says innocently. 

— John McMillian, footnote in Beatles vs. Stones. (2013)

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Photography by Astrid Kircherr.

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At the American Film Institute Salute to James Cagney, 13 March 1974.