The Beatles Imagines

♥☽ when the party's over ★ ♡

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The Beatles Imagines

It's the tier end of 1969 and the Beatles are in the studio working on their last album, Let It Be. Things get heated up in the studio and another argument breaks out, leaving you alone with the instruments in the recording studio. As the band leaves, you feel fed up and sad because of all the fighting and take one of the instruments to distract you from all your best friends yelling at each other in the other room.

Inspired by Billie Eilish's song 'when the party's over'

♥☽ when the party's over ★ ♡

the beatles x reader

A/N: i was listening to this song during sad boy hours and wrote this before i got lazy. slightly au because of the song used obviously. i also have sooo many almost to not finished imagines coming up, so be on the lookout for those. anyway, enjoy!

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year: 1969

"No, we're not fucking entertaining this idea again John!" "Oh for fuck's sake Paul!" "Will you guys just stop fighting!?" Paul, John and George's voices rise up again as they scream at each other once more. You sigh loudly and bury your face into the couch cushions as another fight starts in the studio. 'The fifth time today' you thought. Ringo noticed you cower further into the couch and looked at you with a sad expression on his face. "Lads, can we take this into another room?" He said as he nudged with his head at your direction. Everyone looked at him with annoyance and then turned their attention to you. You sunk further into the couch you were laying on and even took a pillow to hide your face, only leaving your eyes to see the four men look back at you with guilty expressions on their faces. Ringo's arm pointed towards the door as Paul lead them all out into the hallway of the recording studio, later followed by George Martin. "We'll be back Y/N, I'm so sorry about this." And quickly closed to door behind him; leaving you all alone. You softly sniffled and took a deep breath as you heard their constant screams at each other followed by their fists slamming into the walls to harden their point.

"What happened?" You muttered to yourself softly to nobody in the room. They all seem so oblivious to how it's effecting all five of you. Especially how you've been the reasons why they haven't been yelling at each other until recently. It always started with a screaming match and you walking out of the studio at night. The space around you quiet when your coming home on your own. You could lie and say you like it like that, but it was only to stop the ringing in your ears from their constant screaming at each other. But you hated it. You've been best friends with the Beatles, since the filming of A Hard Days Night, and even dated all of them at one point, but after all of you decided on music over relationships, it made the five of you closer than ever. They even called you 'the fifth Beatle'. You smiled at the memory. Everything was different back then. It was so long ago and there wasn't any conflict until now. It was all just making music and spending time together. But everything was in the air at this point and everyone knew where it would end up. A breakup. And the worst part was it would also end with you having to pick a side. How could you do that? You didn't want to lose any of them but the break up would result in that. You would miss John's humorous personality and long walks around the city with his hand in yours. You would miss Paul's nurturing gestures and movie nights every Friday that would end in cuddling until the morning. You'd miss George's creativity and long car rides in the country during sunset. You'd miss Ringo's adorable face and Sunday brunch at the local restaurant that always ended with a game night. You missed when the five of you would just go into the city park, order ice cream and call it a day. Everyone has the best time just enjoying the moment without the press, the crowds of screaming girls and the interviews. Just best friends enjoying each other's company. And that would be gone.

"No. I can't think of that. Not now." You said to yourself as you wiped a tear that threatened to fall from your eyes. You looked around the room; littered with cords, microphones and instruments. The needing feeling of wanting to distract yourself from their fights and your thoughts you stood up from the couch and grabbed George's guitar that was plugged into an amp already. Strumming it a bit, you lowered the volume so it didn't catch the attention from outside of the studio. You closed your eyes, feeling the song in your head playing; getting lost in the song imaginary song that played in your head. As you started singing, you also played the right chords on the guitar.

Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Getting so lost in the song in your head you didn't even realize the Beatles and George Martin enter back in the room. Their voices died instantly down as they heard you play and sing a song they've never heard before. Eyebrows lifting in surprise as the four Beatles took a seat quietly behind you and George Martin running to the recording booth.

Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer
And I'll call you when the party's over

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Yeah, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

But nothing is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that.

You played the last chord as you felt a presence from behind you. Turning around you saw the four Beatles in awe, amazed by what you just did. "You wrote that Y/N?" Paul asked in such a soft voice. You nodded as you carefully put down George's guitar. "I'm sorry guys, I didn't hear you guys come in." You apologized, going back to couch. "No, don't be sorry Love." John said, sitting in front of you, with his legs crossed. "Yeah, you don't have to be sorry Love. That was beautiful." George followed, taking one of your hands in his. "When did you write that?" Ringo asked, sitting beside you, followed by Paul sitting on the other side of you. You started to tear up, as the reason behind this song. "I wrote it recently when you guys would fight. Just something I used to cope I guess..."

You looked at the four men. George and John in front of you with each of your hands in theirs, Paul's arm lightly around your waist and Ringo's arm around your shoulders. They all came in and surrounded up in a tight embrace as a tear fell down your cheek. You sighed in relief though, relishing at the moment in their arms.

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