The Beatles Imagines

fake smile ★

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The Beatles Imagines: Ariana Grande Series

Imagines all surrounding songs by Ariana Grande from her 'thank u, next' album

Part 4/4:
★ fake smile ★

ringo starr/richard starkey x reader

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year: 1964 ★

You busted through the hotel room door; anger painted your face with tears streaming down like waterfalls, with an equally frustrated Brian Epstein following suit. Slamming your purse on the coffee table, your sudden outburst certainly caught the Fab Four's attention as they all turned to your direction from their mid poker game in the middle of the room. "I can't believe they've done this!" You yelled, voice strained. "This is unbelievable!" Brian stressed, slamming the door shut behind him. You fell to the ground on your knees, struck and beaten; regretting everything that happened, and your head down.

The Four rushed to the both of you, as your boyfriend, Ringo bolted to your side along with George, and John and Paul approached Brian—all with confused faces. "What happened at the radio station?" Paul asked. "We were going to get you boys booked for a gig but-" Brian was cut off by your voice. "But he wanted to talk to me about it, only to realize he would put you guys on air followed by a great sum of money if I slept with the pig!" You yelled out, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "I said no obviously, keeping it strictly professional with him and everyone else until he kept trying his luck on me, but lucky Brian had come into the conversation when he did." You continued, sniffling. "Then it ended up with me calling him to get fired for his inappropriateness and instead of getting you guys a spot on the radio but he said he was going to sue and totally boycott your tour through the radio until 'further notice'!" You screamed, fury spilling through your teeth with every word.

The Boys' eyes widened as Brian nodded. "Y/N, it's not your fault," Brian said with a heavy sigh, trying to calm his mind. "No, it is my fault and I'm so sorry Brian. I'm sorry boys." You apologized, hiding your face in your hands. "I hated that I gave him the satisfaction he wanted! He wanted a reaction and he damn well got it! This deal has been going on for days and I had to break it. I should have said no to the first time he offered if I knew what his true intentions were!" Your voice strained, feeling totally stressed in your throat. Ringo came over and hugged you from behind, laying his chin on your shoulder.

You turned around and hugged him—embracing in his warmth and comfort. "So much for being a 'proper lady' and holding a reputation." You muttered in Ringo's arms. George patted your back to comfort you as John and Paul joined you three. Silence followed as the four boys comforted you. Paul handing you a handkerchief, George handing you some cookies and John removing your coat to put on the rack. You returned in Ringo's arms and buried your face in his chest; wanting nothing more than to forget the entire fiasco. "That's it. No one talks like that to our Y/N. If they want to sue us, they have to get through us first!" John proposed angrily. Cheers from the three others followed as they puffed their chests. "Yeah right! No one messes with us and our team!" George agreed as he jumped beside John. "Ringo, stay here with Y/N and we'll take care of the rest!" Paul said as Ringo nodded. His mop-top hair brushing the tops of his eyebrows. "Let's go lads!" John exclaimed loudly as he leads the other two Beatles through the door. Their running footsteps getting fainter the farther they travelled.

"Y/N?" Ringo said as he held you in his arms. Pulling you back just a bit to see your face. He poked your cheek with his finger as he leaned down to kiss your lips with a peck. His blue eyes met your E/C ones. "I love you." He muttered as he smiled. That damn smile. You chuckled to yourself as he kissed your head. "That's the smile I was looking for. It looks so beautiful every time I see it." Ringo said, completely awestruck. "I wish I could be with you twenty-four hours a week. That way this smile wouldn't be so fake all the time." Your voice sore from crying strained at the thought. "Well, maybe we can change that." Ringo proposed. You quirked an eyebrow.

"How? I read the things they write about me, I hear what they're saying on the TV, it's crazy. It's getting hard for them to shock me, But every now and then, it's shocking." You said, continuing. "I know it's the life that I chose, But baby, I'm grateful, I want you to know. I really am, and I'm happy for the love and all of the above..."

The words seemed to trail off your tongue. "You shouldn't be concerned at the words they throw at you. You're Y/N! And you're dating a Beatle. If they say anything about you, they have to go through me first." Ringo said, puffing his chest out. You gave in at his cheeky humour and giggled; Ringo's face lighting up as you did so. "My hero." You said and leaned up to kiss Ringo back. His lips as soft as pillows. "Don't worry about it. You don't have to fake that smile anymore." He said with all the love in his tone. "You're right." You exclaimed.

"I can't fake another smile
I can't fake like I'm alright.
And I won't say I'm feeling fine
After what I been through, I can't lie."

You finally smiled to yourself, letting go all the worries about what people said or will say about you. It doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is being comfortable with yourself and having the people you care about close to you. Ringo is one of the biggest reasons you should be happy. And you are.

"Fuck a fake smile."

You say to Ringo, with a real smile. He kisses you again, with pure happiness. "I love you, Ringo." You say with adoration painting your face. "And I love you Y/N, and your real, smile." He exclaimed as he looked at you like you're his entire universe.

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