based in 1980 when we lost John Lennon.
who some people are at the bottom.
Warnings: swearing
⚠️sad ig⚠️
Y/n l/n one of the biggest Beatles fans in all of y/s she was one of the founders of the Beatles fanclub, along with freda kelly. She had all the vinyls her room basically covered in Beatles posters, her newly wed husband finn wolfhard, supported her major obsession he didn't mind the Beatles in fact owned a few vinyls himself.It was December 8th 1980 y/n was listening to the Beatles obviously, Finn walked down the stairs staying back a little to admire his amazing wife that he couldn't believe he found, he slowly walked over to her getting a gasp out of her "oh you scared me dear" y/n giggled, Finn placed his soft hands onto y/n's waist slowly dancing with her "I love you so much y/n" Finn admitted stuck in a love daze "I love you so much more darling" she started deeply into Finns brown eyes "more than the Beatles?" he asked cheekily "don't push your luck honey" she chuckled, the music stopped suddenly, the radio man beginning to speak "Beatles John Lennon shot dead" y/n dropped to her knees immediately crying "y/n sweetheart it's okay" Finn tried to comfort her "Finn it's not fucking ok, John Lennon is fucking dead" she didn't realise exactly what she was saying she was in shock, Finn wasn't offended at all he knew how much they meant to her, Finn sat fully down on the ground pulling her onto him, just rocking him back and forth beginning to sing, You've got to hide my love away, y/n's favourite song sang buy John, y/n just looked up at him and smiled falling back onto him.
Starr speaks
this was absolute SHIT
so like did I cry making this?
yes. Anyways. Freda Kelly is
Beatles fanclub president
icon might I add.
also besties you all
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