Imagine... The Beatles

The Chap

Ringo Imagine :||

DENIED.

You threw the paper on the ground, and let the tears stream down your face. You ran into your bathroom, and shut the door. You sobbed, and sobbed. You didn't notice your bathroom window open, until you heard a huge thud.

Ringo Starr was running from fangirls. He was the drummer for The Beatles. He loved drumming, but he didn't love getting chased everywhere. He hid in an alleyway, and saw an unlocked window.

He pulled a trash can over, and climbed through. "Ouch!" he says, looking at the window. He turns around, to see you gasping at the sight of him. He places his hand on your mouth, and quiets you.

"Yes, I'm Ringo Starr. Yes, I'm in your house. No, don't lose your head, alright?" Ringo says. You nod, and he moves his hand. You feel like hyperventilating. You're so happy, words can't describe.

"I'm Y/N, just so ya know." you say, extending your hand out. Ringo smiles, and shakes it. "Would you like tea and something to eat?" you ask, pointing out the door. Ringo nods, and follows you down the hall.

You leave him in the living room, as you make the tea. How'd Ringo get into me house? Why am I questioning all this? Am I dreaming? No, I'm not dreaming. Just play it cool, Y/N. Don't act like a weirdo. Just be calm.

You head back into the living room, and sat the tray on the table. Ringo smiles, and puts 4 lumps of sugar in his tea. "How many would you like, love?" Ringo ask, smiling at you. "I usually put 5 in. So, 5 please." you say, as Ringo puts the cubes in the tea.

You smile, and take a sip of your tea. "You're pretty. Ya know that, right?" Ringo says, picking up a biscuit. You blush, and look at your tea cup. "I'm only telling you the truth, Y/N." Ringo says, putting his hand on yours. You smile. "Prove it." you say.

Ringo attacks your lips, as you moan out in pleasure. Ringo leads you to your couch, and pins you down on it. Your hands tangle in his hair, as he sucks your sensitive skin. You kiss his neck and jawline, causing him to moan out in pleasure.

He slowly pulls away, and smiles. "I think we'll get to know each other well. Don't you think?" Ringo says, feeling your breast. "Awwww.... yes." you moan.

3 years later, you two are at your wedding. Recalling your first meeting to your friends.

The End.
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