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ringstarrr · 1 year

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Hi. If you don't mind, would you mind doing a song fic for Taylor Swift's coney island with either John or George? I just feel like it would work really well, especially these lines: "And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?"

I Want to Tell You

pairing: john lennon x gender neutral!reader

warnings: angst, depression, self image

author's note: first of all, sorry for going missing for a few months. kinda had a burnout with college and work, but things are getting better - i think, at least.

and i kind of changed this a little lol i know it's a sad song and i made it accordingly, but the end is sweet. i might not be a swiftie but i'm a softie

1966.

It was like living through hell. Why did he have to say that? you’d think every once in a while since the whole bigger than Jesus broke out. John has always been one to make interesting comments - not to say controversial. You knowing him since you met at art school, it didn’t faze you a bit, yet, it was a different thing in America.

“They’re so fucking upright. It’s so phony.” You sought John during one of the tours you went by his side, still his girlfriend, flesh and nail. Now, long married, it’s been a few good months since you last followed beside him. John was getting more distant everyday and you didn’t know what to do.

He emitted his loud and heartwarming laugh. “I know, right?” John escorted you close to his chest, his nose in your hair. “Americans act like we are a bunch of weirdos. We are… different,” John chuckled, free hand hovering his face. “They’re nice. I’m the freak.”

This happened only a year prior to this fiasco. On that occasion, you made it your job to assure John he was an important person to the band and no matter what happened, you’d still be by his side. So far, you had maintained your words and stuck with John - even though he wouldn’t even look at you.

It made you insecure and going back in your head, trying to piece together why he had become such a loner those last months. Without preparation, you began to revisit your time at college, when you two first started dating. You were younger by a few years, and John was living the high of his teddy boy lifestyle.

He was a heartthrob. There was no other way to describe it.

Every single time you glanced in his direction, John’s eyes were already staring you down. Smiling smugly, he’d shake his head and wiggle his eyebrows. You were left blushing. It was heaven, knowing you caught the attention of someone like him. Your heart could melt just by the sight of him.

At the time, you weren’t looking for a relationship. But John had other plans. He flirted with you every chance he got, always putting some innuendo into everything. Even though you rolled your eyes every single time, you couldn’t deny to yourself how your hands would shake whenever John stormed in your direction. Neither could you say he didn’t make winter feel like a sunny afternoon in spring, considering the speeding beat of your heart and the way he caught your breath.

The memories left you wondering if you had closed your fists around something delicate for this to be happening. The silent tears fell down and you didn’t try to avoid the unstoppable. It was getting overbearing just to breath. When you first met, you thought that maybe 一 you were certain, to be completely honest 一 he’d be the death of you. At the time, the idea brought colour to your cheeks, thinking it’d be because of his antics and how flustered he made you feel. Now, you had the sour taste of knowing why.

Marrying one of the most desired man on the earth, show stopping sensation and global phenomenon was incredibly hard. And the business changed John’s usual upbeat and sarcastic nature. Theses things were still there but he wouldn’t show them as much. It turned him into a depressed and lonely wolf. John was starting to head straight to bed whenever he came home, telling you less and less about his life and what he was going through in his head.

Yet, you had an idea of why that was.

The press were writing a bunch of articles about all the things he and the boys did and, unfortunately, that included his health. Suddenly every news reporter was a nutritionist and they decided John was getting fat, which was far from the truth. You noticed how John was starving himself for awhile because of it, his self image completely deteriorated and his depression coming to a new highlight low-end. But John wouldn't say a word. You’d ask him, almost plead for him to open up you, but John wouldn't say a word.

In front of the television, you watched him and the band make yet another appearance for an interview. It was difficult for you to admit, but most of the time you heard his voice these days was on the TV. John was pushing you away. After talking to George, Ringo and Paul about the situation, they assured you this wasn’t happening just to you. John was pushing everyone away, whether he knew it or not.

Seeing that happy grin in his face on the telly, a sight you missed dearly, was enough to make your walls crumble down. You sobbed violently, crying out loud. What happened to my baby? Where did my baby go? Your whole body shook and your voice got hoarse by the second. But the moment you heard a car pull into the driveway, you pushed it all back inside, cleaning the tears’ path and clearing your throat. Uptight and anxious, you waited.

“You watching that crap?” was the first thing he said. John closed the front door, dropping his keys in the coffee table and sitting beside you on the couch. He slid his arm around you, turning you slightly to kiss you with care. After it ended, you two maintained faces close, noses brushing against one another, eyes closed. It was moments like this that made you feel everything was worth putting through.

“Just watching this group fine young men. They dress pretty well, especially that one” you said, turning a little to the TV, just enough so he could see your index finger pointing in his direction on the screen.

John snickered. “Nah, he looks like a twat.”

You snuggled your face against his neck, eyes closed. “And how was today, pretty boy?” as you whispered the question you immediately regretted it. John’s body grew rigid, moving away from you. I can’t do anything right.

“Ah,” he shrugged his shoulders, face showing how John cringed at the question. “It was… normal, I guess.” He bit down his lip, drawing in a deep breath. Silence emerged between youc and you wanted to scream. With a sigh, John got up. “Well, I’m taking a shower.”

Before you could think the decision over once more, you were speaking already. “John, can I ask you a question?” He was midway walking to your shared bedroom, stopping in his tracks. John turned around, confused.

Eyebrows knitted and hands on his waist, he answered. “Yeah, sure you can.”

“Did I shatter you?” your voice quivered, just a little above a purr. You felt tears threatening to form but you didn’t care. You needed to get it off of your chest, it was killing you. John was startled by the inquiry, eyes wide.

“What makes you think that, love?” He still was by the bedroom, slowly coming back to you.

“You never talk to me anymore, John.” A sorry laugh left your lips as you said it, feeling like a lunatic. “And you used to come to me anytime if you were struggling, to have a laugh... Now you can barely stand to be next to me.” Your eyes flickered to the roof, holding back the emotions in turmoil. “You never ask about me anymore. It’s like you couldn’t give less of a shit sometimes,” you turned your focus back to him and it crashed your feelings. He was crying with a straight face, biting the inside of his cheek. “If this is the long haul, how’d we get here so soon?”

You managed to get a laugh from him, smiling a bit. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Sorry for not making you my centerfold,” John pushed the tears away with the back of his hand. “I hate that we turned into this… all because of me,” now it was his turn to cackle like a mad man, hands in his hair.

“It’s okay, John.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“No! Of course it’s not, love.” He took a long breath and began tapping his foot against the floor. “You are my wife, for fuck’s sake. I love you and I pushed away? I’m a dick.” John was obviously mad at himself. “I didn’t think it would upset you this much, love. Fuck.”

“Baby…” you cooed, getting up from the couch. You tried to reach for his hands, but he shook them instead.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I don’t want your pity.”

“John,” you took hold of his hand, your hold strong and tight. “Shut up. You’ve been through a lot and it’s okay to react like this. But you should be more aware of the fact that there are people that care and worry about you.” You pushed his fringe to the side with your free hand, resting it against his wet cheek. John closed his eyes. “You are not a bad guy, John. Just fucking stupid sometimes,” both of you laughed.

“What’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?” You cringed at that, not agreeing with him.

“I would never leave you, sweetheart. I love you too much,” you said, laughing a little. “Just don’t push me away anymore. I’m always here for you.”

“Sorry for being fucking stupid.”

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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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A Different Path

Summary: It’s 2023. Y/N and her boyfriend get into an argument and y/n wishes that she got to go back in time and meet the Beatles…And her wish comes true.

You and your boyfriend got into an argument. You both been getting frustrated with each other for the past few days and you knew that it wasn’t going to work out no matter how much he loved you. You were ready to either break up with him or either take a break from the relationship.

“Whatever. I’ll give you some space.” Your boyfriend scolded, getting his phone and jacket from your bed.

“I don’t bloody care what you do.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him in frustration.

“You are not even British anyways so stop acting like you are British.” Your boyfriend said in an annoyed voice.

“Just get out!” You pointed at your door as you breathed in frustration.

“You listen way too much to the Beatles I swear.” Your boyfriend said before slamming your door.

“I don’t care what you think.” You screamed but it was too late. He already left your room.

With a groan, you slammed your drawers shut.

“Oh, I wish… I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said out loud.

You looked at your Beatles poster in sadness.

“Why… oh why… must I been born in the wrong generation.” You said softly.

You had tons of the Beatles songs on your Spotify playlist. You had thousands of photos saved of the Beatles from your gallery on your phone.

“Boys in this generation aren’t even that cute.” You said disgustedly.

You sighed as you looked at the Beatles poster on your wall once again.

They were sitting down together while smiling in black and white.

“Oh, how I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said hopefully as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly you felt dizzy. You felt as if everything in the room was spinning around you.

What’s happening?” You said in confusion as you could barely see due to the dizziness around you.

You lay down on your bed and tried not to get nauseous from the dizziness.

You closed your eyes and all you remembered is blacking out from the dizziness.

…

You felt yourself lying down on cold pavement ground. You slowly opened your eyes and noticed that you weren’t in your room anymore. You were lying down on a sidewalk and in a strange place.

“Where am I? What’s going on?.” You exclaimed in fear as you looked around you. This wasn’t your room or the town you lived in. This was a different place and a different kind of town that you didn’t recognize.

“Oh my, are you okay?” A male voice said behind you.

Before you could speak, you turned around to see who was speaking to you and you were in shock when you saw who it was.

It was George Harrison.

You felt too stunned to speak.

“I..I..” you managed to say but you couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Did you bump your head, love? You look pale.” George asked you as he put his hand on your forehead.

You felt your face turn bright red.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he’s touching my forehead right now. I can’t believe he’s here in person.” You thought.

You tried your best not to fangirl in front of him. Even though you wanted to scream in excitement because George Harrison was here in person. Right in front of you.

You just nodded as you stared at him.

“I know who you are. You are George Harrison… From The Beatles.” You said weakly as you continued to stare at him.

“That’s right love.” He chucked.

“Where are your parents? I’m sure we can call them. There’s a pay phone not too far away or I can take you to your house?” George said.

You quickly panicked and tried to think fast of a way to make up a lie.

How crazy would it sound to tell George that you made a wish to meet the Beatles and it came true?

Well, you met one of them. Besides you honestly had a crush on all the Beatles and couldn’t decide which one was your favorite.

“I uh don’t have any parents. I’m an orphan here? I.. um… unfortunately my parents abandoned me here and went back to America.” You tried your best to make sure your lie made sense.

“Oh no love. That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” George sadly said, feeling sorry for you.

You nodded sadly even though you were pretending to give a sob story to make George feel sorry for you.

“I’m all alone here. I know nothing about living here in England.” You continue to say, acting dramatic.

“Don’t worry darling, how about you come with me? So that’s why you won’t be alone here. I would hate for some creep to snatch you away. What do you say?” George offers you his hand to help you off the ground.

Your face turned bright red.

Oh my gosh… was this happening??

“Why yes of course.” You took George’s hand as he helped you off the ground.