A John Lennon x reader self-insert fanfic.
When you get a weekly job doing a newspaper round to help provide for your family, you take notice of a house secluded within forest upon a hill, realising that as long as you've lived in Liverpool, walking...
Wednesday 14th February 1973 Hamburg, West Germany 10.00pm
Sticking the key into the lock, it clicked open and the pair of us hauled our cases into the room behind us. John hadn't even taken his shoes off before disregarding his luggage and flopping down onto the double bed face first.
"Oh my God, 'm absolutely shattered..."
I flicked on the lights and kicked off my trainers next to the door, pulling the two suitcases further into the room. The bathroom looked quite nice as I poked my head in, and the blue carpet was soft against my feet as I padded around the space.
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John craned his neck to watch my movements as I walked around the room, drawing the curtains before coming over to sit next to him on the edge of the bed.
He smiled a wide grin at me. "We're in Hamburg, y'know."
I couldn't help but return the smile as I lay on the bed myself. John flipped over on his back to join me, shuffling closer and snaking his arms around my waist before prying his own shoes off. "That we are, Johnny."
The bed creaked beneath us as John shuffled to get comfortable, tightening his grip on me.
I turned to face him so that he was just inches in front of me.
"So," I began, reaching up a hand to twist his auburn locks, "are ye gonna tell me about the Hamburg exploits of John Winston Lennon?"
We made eye contact and he smiled wistfully, ready to retell his stories.
"Right, so here's the story as I remember. Have I told ye about how the band got together?"
I confirmed that he hadn't. I'd met his old band of course, but he'd never detailed to me their origins.
"Well, so I started a small skiffle group, yeah? I was around fifteen then. We were called the Blackjacks originally, but then there were these other lads in ol' Liddypool wi' the same name, so we changed it to the Quarrymen."
"Like your school?" He nodded.
"None of the lads ya know were with us then."
"So how'd ye meet them?"
It couldn't have been much longer after he started the band as the group were obviously very close, and it appeared they'd known each other forever.
John closed his eyes, remembering the moments. "Well, I met Paul at the church. Y'know, St. Peter's? In Woolton?" I nodded. "There was a small fête and us guys were playing a few sets there. One of me mates invited Paul thinkin' he was well gear, a real rocker. So he auditioned for us."
"And you just let him in?"
"Sure," John confirmed, a cheeky grin spreading onto his face. "Though, I did think he was a right prick at first. He went around tuning all our guitars before he even started playing anything! That prissy little bastard, always thinking he knows better than everyone else."
