It was yet another late night at the cavern club for you, the quarrymen finishing their round.
From the corner of your eye you see a short, cute man with a beard. He's obviously drunk out of his mind but the way he's dancing to their music was so enticing, you couldn't help but stare.
Ice blue eyes meet your hazelnut brown and you frantically look away. You glimpse once more at the guy and start to walk out of the pub, fag in hand.
You lean against the side and take a sharp inhale of your cigarette. A few puffs later and you hear a voice: "I saw you starring" the man says nonchalantly, "oh um shite i'm sorry sir, won't happen agai-" he cuts you off "Not necessary. What's your name, luv". You look down at your feet and say "Y/n, what's yours"
"Richard, Richard Starkey, but you, pretty babe, can call me Ringo" he ends with a wink.
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𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜
FanfictionA series of completed imagines of your favorite band; The Beatles. This book contains no smut or slash, so it is clean for the innocent mind. Age rating: 12+ Status: Completed
