#ringo starkey

[akayumig]

I am in love with this movie oml

I draw this scene!✨

[spirits-having-flown]

The Beatles alternate takes from the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band photoshoot, 1967

[iheartjohnlennon]

can i request a fic where Ringo and George share Reader (or it’s a threeway relationship) and it’s all cute :) love your stuff <3

'Heaven is a bedroom'

Southampton, '65

Word count: 1,438

Tags: Throuple, Fluff, Angst

The rented holiday home was a quaint retreat in Southampton. It stood tall and was perched on the coast wonderfully. 

She forgot whether it was George's or Ringo's idea to rent it. Either way, she remembered getting excited when the getaway idea was proposed to her. She felt a sense of belonging there like she was exactly where she had needed to be.

It was perfect, it was massive, it was secluded. And she couldn't help but entertain the idea of making it their own.

It was quite snippy out on the front that day, the wind made it so.

The set sun darkened the sky a pretty colour since it had gotten late. Everything was still visible but lensed in a light blue hue.

The ocean lapped at her feet and the wind tousled her hair and ruffled the edge of her skirt. She heard her name seemingly being carried to her by the breeze. It was a faint call, and indistinct as the waves crashed.

"Y/N, love!" One of them yelled, it sounded like an invite.

She couldn't discern which one of them it was, they had become one in her mind. Whoever shouted for her was vying for her attention even though she was still in eyesight.

She waved back at them before carrying on with her stroll along the soft edge of the water.

She thought of interaction with the beach to be a lovemaking of some sort, akin to what she had with George and Ringo. A connection that ran deeper than the ocean itself.

Most, if not all people knew them as friends, perhaps something slightly closer than that, but only ever slightly. Thinking about the intimate moments made a coyness settle into her heart. 

She adored them both with a fervour that transcended what started as mutual infatuation. 

"Y/N."

That name call came again, a few minutes after the last one, this time it was unmistakably Ringo's voice.

She turned around and saw the pair seated on the blanket.

"Come and join us," George said, beckoning her over.

So, she made her way to them, letting her bare feet sink into the soft grains beneath them. 

She kneeled in front of them, their eyes shifted all over her as her eyes shifted all over them.

"What is it?" She asked, smiling.

George held out his arms, eager to hold her. She happily held out her arms as well. She hugged him right back, their arms tightly around each other's midriffs.

They let go, and she nestled herself between the two, with George now pressed against her back, it was a comfortable feel. She was facing Ringo, her eyes met his, he leaned in and gave her a soft peck.

"We missed you," George murmured, his voice low. He tickled her ear with his teeth, he wanted his words to resonate with her.

"Oh?" She teased, turning to look up at him, their noses touching.

Ringo chimed in, slightly moving closer, "I missed you a bit more, I reckon."

"Yeah, our mermaid on the shore," George whispered dreamily, his hand finding her waist. He shifted her closer to him, her arse now against his crotch.

She could feel George getting stiff against her, but she thought to tease him. She didn't want to satiate his needs on the beach, not today anyway. 

"What are you doing?" She asked playfully. 

"Just trying to get you closer, love. Can you blame me? Look at you."

"Feeling a bit daring, are we?"

"Aye, you're irresistible."

Y/N's laughter was a sultry invitation, a coy and sensual response to George's audaciousness. She teased him further and shifted away from his prick. 

Ringo couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness. Though he could perfectly bear seeing them close, their intimacy was just a reminder they had to share, and share he did. 

Ringo began, "I love you, Y/N." 

He didn't give her a chance to say it back and kissed her soon after his declaration.

She giggled against his lips, she found everything they did so endearing, even when it was the opposite. 

His kiss deepened so she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. George watched intently with arousal, though slightly disheartened. He understood the game being played, and it was simply to love her. 

Ringo's lips found her neck, each kiss made her laugh obnoxiously. She found herself put on her back, right against the blanket. 

"Not here," she groaned.

She put a hand against his chest and he pulled away, leaving her breathless. 

"Yet, you mean. Not yet." Ringo retorted. 

With a coy look in her eye, she whispered, "The beach is sacred, you know. It's our little haven, we can't take away its innocence and have a shag."

"Well, I think you've had enough of this water-play, love. You've been at it since we bloody came." Ringo said, he shot her a mock stern look. "And what's that you said? We can't fuck you on the beach?" 

She looked away, feigning innocence. "Oh, I can't help it, Richie."

"You'll turn into a fish at this rate!" George quipped.

"Aye, we thought we lost you at sea before, love!" Ringo stated dramatically, cupping her face.

She pouted, "You two act like I ran off with the sea, can't help it if it calls me sometimes."

"Well, we'd best make sure he doesn't steal you away completely then," George joked.

"Never."

As she settled, she turned her attention to the small picnic basket one of them had brought.

"What's in it then?" She asked.

Ringo reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of white wine and a pack of cigarettes.

"No food?" Her question was only half joking, she was hungry.

He chucked and shook his head, he got steady uncorking the bottle for them.

George chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. "We'll eat inside. We'll cook something together, won't we?"

"Oh, yes, we will." She gasped, excited. 

"But what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dunno, but we'll ransack the place for something." George laughed. 

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation at his little domestic request. Evenings like that were a natural perfection and made her envision a tangible future with them. 

They all sat spread on the blanket. Ringo had uncorked the bottle, there were no cups, but that hardly mattered.

With a flourish, he passed it to George, who took a hearty swig, savouring the taste.

She eagerly accepted the bottle from George and took a long gulp, the wine warmed her from the inside out.

Ringo's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Not leaving much for us, are you?"

As the bottle made its rounds, laughter mingled with the soft lapping of the waves.

Y/N eventually reclined on the blanket, her body sinking into the warm sand. She let out a contented sigh, her heart brimming with affection for the two men beside her.

"You two..." Her voice was soft and her eyes were glassy, "I adore you both."

Ringo's eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled. "Oh, we know, love," he replied, his fingers brushing against hers as he took back the bottle. "And we adore you too."

"Adoration? That's a strong word, love." George teased. 

 

She sighed, "I have wishes for a future, you know." 

 

Ringo raised an eyebrow, "Are they modest wishes?" 

 

George chimed in with a chuckle, "Perhaps a holiday on the moon next?" 

George, his embrace still snug, seemed to have lightly succumbed to the wine, his movements more languid.

 

She laughed with them, her heart swelled with affection, "Something like that."

A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted on the blanket, the world a blur of sensations. "I mean, I wanna stay here forever," she confessed, her voice a hazy murmur.

George and Ringo exchanged a funny glance, Y/N's brows furrowed. 

"I'm serious," she insisted. 

Ringo's voice cut through the moment, "Shall we head inside?" She and George shared a look then nodded in unison. 

The trio gathered their things, and Y/N slipped an oversized shirt over herself, George's hands helped her into the fabric. 

As they made their way inside, Ringo made his way up the trail swiftly. George's hand found hers, his gaze warm.

In the quiet moment as they followed behind, she found herself reflecting on their relationship. It was wholly unconventional, yes, but it was theirs, and she cherished it deeply and hoped they did too. 

[mx-benzedrine]

Back in my bug boy era, don't talk to me unless it's about those 4 white boys. /lh

Pink Ringo edit made by @stinkyfartgirl , text added by me.

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles X Reader Chapter Index

Summary: A young girl meets present-day Paul McCartney who sends her back in time to save the Beatles.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22: The Ringo Ending

Chapter 23: The George Ending

Chapter 24: The John Ending

Chapter 25: The Paul Ending

[sparrowofrhiannon]

Little whiteboard doodle??? Idk please enjoy

[obviously-5-believers]

This is me saying someone needs to make a video with photos of Ringo to the song Ringo by Jimmy dean - listen to it and you'll see my vision xxx

[thebeatles-world]

Omg I just found your account ahdsj and I love it!! Especially your ringo stuff eee, could I rq a blurb where the reader is a assistant for the beatles and ringo starts to notice you've been getting stressed and haven't been sleeping enough/eating well and is determined to help? Sorry if your fanfic rqs aren't open rn I was just wonderin!!:>

Thank you! I love writing imagines for Ringo 🥺😍🥰 & honestly pls request more imagines of Ringo because I love him sooo much. Also my inbox is always open for imagines of The Beatles! Don’t be afraid to request one!

I hope you like this imagine!

Help!

You were working as a assistant for The Beatles for a while now.

It did get chaotic sometimes working for the boys. They would run all over you and you honestly felt like a teacher calming down a classroom full of children when they got rowdy, loud and chased each other.

Your job wasn’t as easy as they thought it was. You had to mange them, schedule dinner meets, conferences, meet and greets, handle their paperwork, made sure the boys got up on time, and communicate back and forth to Brian every day about what’s going on.

You felt like you were running around with your head cut off and the boys weren’t making it easy…

“Boys! Can you stop that please?” You asked nicely as you saw John, Paul and George playing with their food and started to throw it at each other while laughing.

You noticed that Ringo was just silently staring at them, slowly taking bites of his mashed potatoes.

Of course as usual they didn’t listen to you and continued to do what they were doing.

“Please don’t do that, you are going to-“ You begin as you saw Paul grab a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and threw it right at John’s suit.

“Ruin his suit.” You mumbled to yourself. It was too late. John’s suit was ruined and it was only 30 minutes until they needed to leave for showtime.

John and Paul just started laughing at the mashed potato stain that John now had on his suit.

“It feels like I’m working for a bunch of children!!” You groaned out loud, covering your face as you left the room.

Ringo felt bad for you. He knew that his bandmates didn’t care and they weren’t taking it easy on you. He was the only one that didn’t participate in the foolish acts that they did.

He also noticed that you weren’t eating and sleeping well. He knew that you were up late at night planning for the next day and working hard while the boys were sleeping.

Ringo wanted to give you a hand and help you out. He felt like it was the right thing to do and he wanted for you to have a break for once without having a stressful day.

At least he thought that your job wasn’t easy…

After the concert, you stayed up late as always and worked on plans for the next days ahead. You made sure paperwork was done and you wrote a few reminders down to make sure you wouldn’t forget.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door.

You raised an eyebrow, putting down your pencil.

“Who could this be? Probably one of the boys wanting something.” You mumbled to yourself as you put on a robe.

“Yes come in.” You said, sitting down on your chair.

“Hey… It’s me Ringo.” Ringo gave you a smile as he opened your bedroom door.

“Hey Ringo, Can I help you?” You said in confusion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You added as he came to your room.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” Ringo said, sitting down on you bed.

“Yes of course. About what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I noticed you work very hard and I know you don’t get appreciate of how hard you work. You deserve to have a stress-free life. You done so much for us. You are the most selfless person i know. You are a very lovely lady and I hate to see how my band mates treat you. I was wondering if… I could help?” Ringo asked.

You were shocked but in awe of his words.

Ringo noticed how hard you been working? And noticed how you felt?

That was so sweet of him.

“Ringo, you are such a sweet guy… I appreciate your offer but-“ you begin before he cut you off.

“I’ll do it for free. I’ll do it to make sure you don’t have enough on your plate. I want to make sure that at the end of the day you are eating, sleeping well and being stress free. That’s all it matters to me.” Ringo took your hand and held it.

“I promise.” He said softly.

“Okay. Of course. That will do.” You said softly with a smile.

“Thank you.” You added, leaning in to give Ringo a hug.

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Ringo hugged you back.

Over the next few weeks, there was definitely a huge improvement.

With Ringo’s help, you got to relax, eat and sleep well. He even calmed John, Paul and George down when they were acting really rowdy and he made them realize that your job position wasn’t easy.

He even helped you out scheduling meetings, dinner, hotels, meet and greets with public, flights and people as well.

Having Ringo by your side made it so easy. You weren’t stressed out as you were back then. He had your back and having his help made it more easier on you. Every night he would offer to give you a massage which of course you accepted because Ringo was really good at massaging you and his massage’s relaxed you and your body a lot.

“Ringo I just know you are going to be husband material one day!” You told him as he started to massage your feet.

Ringo started blushing after you told him that.

“You deserve it my dear Y/N. For being a good assistant.” Ringo said.

“Hey guys have you seen my -“ John said as he came to the living room where Ringo was giving you a massage at.

“Aww Ringo, I didn’t know you had the hots for Y/N.” John smirked at Ringo.

“What are you talking about? I’m just giving her a massage.” Ringo said, raising his eyebrow at him. You raised your eyebrow at John as well while you took a sip of your lemonade drink.

“Mhm sure. Just make sure to use protection if you guys ever decide to do it.” John smirked and left.

John’s comment almost made you spit out your drink.

[hauntedpants]

the bugs or smth idk i wasn’t alive in the 60s

[beatleshalloween]

A bearded Ringo Starr!

[possessedbybeatlemania]

[akayumig]

SKETCHES OF THE BEATLES✨

BC I LOVE THEM

[last-airis]

making several drawings at once

[bandfreak]

george harrison & ringo starr

[margueritedaisies]

LennStarr with Fem! Ringo💗✨💖💕🎸🥁

I really enjoyed coloring them, almost died making the guitar😭 It was so much fun to play around with custom brushes✨

[okwritingandpain]

Penny Lane's Getting Better (The Beatles x Reader)

Chapter 5: All My Loving

You hate school. You hate it a lot more than you expected you would. Now it wasn't because of your classes, but rather the absolute trash fire that John and Paul's relationship was.

They fought at every hour of every day and you couldn't avoid it. It didn't help that you had recently become John's girlfriend, which made you an easy target for Paul to vent his frustrations. You wanted to rip out his vocal chords, but decided not to as he was a good singer.

"..and then he just walked away!" Paul was blabbering about some sort of argument he had with John earlier that day. It was lunch time, but none of the other guys were around except for Paul. You silently play with your fork, pretending to listen to Paul's lengthy story. When did he become so annoying?

"Are you even listening to me?" Paul suddenly asks. You snap out of your daze and stare at him. He sighs, already knowing the answer. You rub your eyes, hoping Ringo or George would show up already.

"Where are the rest of the guys?" You finally ask Paul. He raises and eyebrow, chomping down on some salad he stole off some girls tray.

"Ringo is sick, remember? George and John dipped today," Paul explains. You groan at the fact you're stuck with Paul for the rest of the day.

"Are you serious? Why'd they dip?" You question, slamming your tray on the table next to him.

You both sat outside in the gray weather. The white lillies bloomed in bushes near the small outdoor area. Usually you and the guys ate lunch together under the nearby oak tree, but recently the group had become pretty divided.

"I heard that John got a solo gig at a local place and he invited George to play bass instead of me," Paul mutters. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

"I'm sure that's not true, Paul," you say with a frown. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. The cigarette hangs from his mouth as he searches for his lighter.

"I wish you were right." He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. You cough which makes him snort.

"So what now? Are you just going to follow me around all the time now?" You ask, almost jokingly.

"Pretty much," he replies instantly. You frown. Of course he was serious about it.

"I have a life outside of you and the boys, you know."

"I don't see you doing anything else besides hanging out with us,"

"At this point, I'd rather be on my own than with you guys,"

"Is it that bad?"

"It's worse," you say, poking around your food.

Paul sits on the table, looking down at you. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke surround him like a darkening fog.

"You really like John, huh?" he asks, looking up into the distance where the school sits. The gray building is bustling with students heading in from lunch. Class must be starting soon.

"I do," you reply. You're not sure what Paul is getting at, but you can tell he's holding something in.

"I get that." His comment is confusing, but he doesn't look at you. He mutters something to himself and then shakes his head, standing up from the table. He extends his hand to take you back to the school. You roll your eyes and take his hand.

John hasn't walked you home from school in days. You feel a little disappointed, like he didn't want to be around you anymore. Of course, since he hasn't been around, Paul's been following you everywhere.

"If you could be any musical instrument, what would you be?" Paul asks, following behind you. You're passing the fire station which is where Paul throws his cigarette on the ground.

"That's a stupid question," you reply. You were growing tired of Paul, and you honestly wanted nothing more to do with John or the others. Ringo might be the only one who had a pass from her because he was sick.

"It's not stupid, it's a question," he says. He's humming some song that he was writing. The band hadn't met up in awhile though.

"I would want to be any instrument you can't play," you mutter. Paul hears this and smirks a little.

"Than you must be pretty obscure." He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. His hand lets you go almost immediately as he points at a small bakery across the street. He gives you a quick smile before pulling you towards the bakery.

"Paul, I need to get home," you say, fighting his every move. He doesn't seem to care as you enter the shop. The smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, making your mouth water. You try to hide how much you love the smell, so Paul didn't notice.

He stares at rolls, croissants, donuts, and more. It's like a paradise of bread and sweets that you could devour within an instant. Except you didn't have money and you did actually need to get home.

"I'll take two croissants please," Paul tells the clerk.

"Paul, I don't need one--"

"Yes, you do," he cuts in. You roll your eyes, sifting through your pockets for some cash of any kind to give him. You know he would refuse it anyhow, but you couldn't help it. He hands the clerk some money and in return he gains croissants. He walks back over to you with a dorky smile, handing you one of them. You reluctantly take it from him.

"Thank you," you whisper, admiring the golden bread in your hand. He smiles at you, taking a big bite of his own. You can't help but notice the way he is staring at you.

Originally you may have thought he liked you, but this stare feels different. It feels more genuine, more friendly than it ever had been. He almost seems to be holding something back, but you can't quite place what that is. 

"Y/N," Paul whispers, staring at the floor. He looks like he's on the verge of tears. Her heart begins to swell with sadness, what happened between him and John? What happened...

"Paul--"

"There's my girlfriend," John walks into the bakery. He grabs her shoulders and leans in for a kiss. She reluctantly kisses him back. "Hanging out with Paul I see," he mutters. Paul looks up at his once best friend and quickly backs away.

"He was just walking me home since you've wanted nothing to do with me for the last few days!" you snap at him. He glares at you and steps away to the counter. He orders something for himself, while you recollect yourself.

"I'm sorry," Paul says.

"It's not your fault," you reply.

"It might actually be," he replies before John ushers you out of the bakery. You look back at Paul one more time before following John down the street towards your houses.

You both don't say anything, the air is tense and prickly. You want nothing more than to leave his side. You hadn't expected him to act so cruel after you started dating.

"I want to take you out tomorrow," he says. You frown, stopping your pace. He keeps walking but stops to look behind at you.

"I'm not going out with you until you tell me what's going on between you and Paul," you hissed. You were done with all this nonsense.

"What is there to say? Me and Paul aren't that close right now okay!?" he shouts back at you.

"Why?" you ask, quietly. He pauses unsure what to tell you, the truth or the partial truth.

"He likes you," he replies.

"Like you do?"

"Not exactly," John shakes his head, muttering to himself.

"Then what does he feel, John?" You urge. What could they possibly be beating around the bush so much? What was so important?

"I don't know if I can tell you, if I can trust you," John replies. He looks defeated as he collapses onto the street. He sits cross legged with his head in his hands.

"Trust me?" You say, kneeling beside him. You look into his eyes which look back at you with more love than you could imagine.

"It will come with time," he whispers back.

"Then you will go out with me another time," you reply back. Standing up, you walk back to your house without John. You can feel his eyes watching you leave.

"I'm sorry, John," you whisper to yourself before you walk into your house where your family is waiting.

"Where's John?" Your mother asks, but she sounds more urgent than usual.

"He's down the street, what's going on?" you ask, suddenly feeling your heart drop in your chest. Something happened. What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?

"Mimi found Paul a couple miles from here," she says, her hands shaking.

"What the hell's going on, mom?"

"He was trying to catch a train out of the city..."

You feel your heart return. You thought the worst had happened, but it looks like everything is alright.

"Thank god," you whisper.

"John was supposed to take him and the band to a city nearby, but I heard about the fighting...I guess Paul was going to talk to John," Your mother explains.

You glance at your father whose face is stoic, he rubs your sister's back trying to reassure her. She's crying into his side which makes you want to rush over and hug her.

Your mother still seems worried which you don't quite understand. Paul was okay, right?

Paul was okay.

"Honey, he got hit by a car."

@sabrielka-133