The Beatles Imagines

★ wait ★

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The Beatles Imagines

You spend time with your professor Mr. Starkey after school for your photography assignment. The twist? Love is in the air (and spoilers: its not valentines day)

Inspired by NoMBe's song 'Wait'

★ wait ★

ringo starr/richard starkey x reader

A/N: another imagine that continues the saga of the beatles being university teachers

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year: 1969 ★

Snapping the last picture on your camera, you felt satisfied as you ran back to the darkroom to get the photos developed.

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You ran back into the university building as you headed your way to your photography class, as you needed to tell your professor, Mr. Starkey about staying late for the project. Although it's a university, the school had a reputation for many things breaking in the art rooms where things were worth more than the regular equipment in other departments. The incident came about a few years back when a bunch of fraternity jocks had trashed the dark room of the photography class when they were hanging with their friend who was in the photography program. They left the place a mess and several things broken, which cost the school thousands of dollars to replace. So now, the school had made a policy where a teacher should be present in the darkroom at all times to monitor the kids just in case they break things again.

But you didn't mind at all, because it would mean your ever so handsome and hilarious photography teacher Mr. Starkey would be with you, at all times.

You felt the butterflies fly in your stomach in excitement at the thought. You have been doing the photography and graphic design program and you have taken quite the liking to your professor of the course, Mr. Starkey. As odd as it sounded your little crush on Mr. Starkey had started to show sometimes in class. For photography and interactive class in the school, the students in your class seemed so distant, always wanting to do their own thing and create their own projects. You didn't mind though, because that meant you got to have Mr. Starkey all to yourself. You were the only one that talked to him, not only about school but as a friend. Even taking the initiative to work on projects you had running late. Mr. Starkey had said he liked your presence when you were around because he felt 'more productive'. You had to confess though, you worked better when he was around. Every time the class had started, you plopped yourself at the front of the class, and your eyes would follow wherever he walked when talking about a lesson/lecture. He would walk into class with a colourful assortment of colours on his suit, and his blue eyes lighting up the entire area when talking about the subject. Your 22-year-old brain would smack you whenever you found yourself muttering "I love you's" in class towards his direction or getting hot and bothered when he would make his famous jokes.

It was funny really, that you turned into such a teenager with a schoolgirl crush whenever he was around.

You happily knocked on his office door, making sure you looked presentable; straightening your high-waisted shorts down, and making sure your hair hadn't gotten blown everywhere from the wind. The door finally opened with Mr. Starkey on the other side, meeting you with a cheery smile, bright blue eyes and that magnificent beard of his. 'Oh keep it together Y/N!' your brain had screamed at you. "Why hello Y/N! What's the special occasion that I get to see my favourite student here?" he said in a bright tone. 'Favourite student? Holy shit he said favourite student!' You celebrated in shock in your mind. Keeping your cool on the outside however, you gave a toothy smile. "Well, Mr. Starkey, I came to ask you to use the dark room. I need to develop these new photos I just took outside so I can get the project you assigned finished." You said, holding up your camera excitedly. "Finish it? I just assigned it two days ago Y/N! It's not due for another five days!" He laughed as he leaned on the door frame. "I know, I just really like this project you assigned!" You said, twirling a piece of your hair slightly. He laughed as grabbed the keys to the dark room off his desk, closing the door to his office. "But you say that for everything I assign Y/N! But, If you say so." He said leading you to the room. Both of you making some small talk as you two headed towards the room.

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Unlocking the door, you hopped in happily as you already got to work; grabbing what you needed to grab and getting everything ready. "Now, let's see what you got here Y/N." He said softly as he helped you prepare everything. The two of you both worked in silence, working your way to developing the films. You bit your lip in concentration, as you smiled to yourself. Working on developing the photos was your favourite process in the whole world (other than spending time with Mr. Starkey of course). The dark room had its red lights beaming above you; casting its dark shadows tinted with red. Suddenly, you felt eyes piece through you, watching you process your films. With a small smile, you looked up, meeting Mr. Starkey's cool blue gaze.

'I won't wait this time
No, not now, not again
Not much longer
Heavyweight works my
Mind all night it's so hard
Not to ponder'

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt so warmed with Mr. Starkey's presence. "What?" You asked with a small smile.

'Let's make it last forever
'Cause the night's still young
It's true, I feel the pressure
Every time you're gone
As long as we're together
This moment lasts forever'

Suddenly, you were met with Mr. Starkey's lips onto yours. You felt your heart burst into a thousand rainbows, as you dropped all the equipment you were handling to be pulled closer to him. You wanted the kiss to last forever, but he pulled back suddenly. You fluttered open your eyes in surprise as your eyes met his.

'And what will she say
Would my heart be torn?
Maybe the same helps to keep her warm
Maybe she's too shy to comment
Twenty-one and too hard to call it'

Silence just passed between you two as you finally broke the silence with three words you hoped to hear back. "I love you." Was all you could mutter in your hazy daze from the surprise kiss. "I love you too Y/N." The three words were returned with a smile that lit up Mr. Starkey's face as you kissed him passionately again. The kiss soon became heated, as you felt your lower back against the counter of the dark room. Mr. Starkey immediately lifted you off the ground and placed you on the counter, your legs gripping his sides. His lips travelled downward towards your neck and collar, and you sighed in perfect bliss. This is all you wanted. "Does this mean we're together Mr. Starkey?" You asked with a small giggle. He departed from your neck as he smiled at you. "Of course Love. Why wouldn't it? Also, call me Richard, Love." You smiled at the mention of his name. "Richie. I like that better." You said out loud with a bright smile. He went back at kissing your collar as you lead your hands towards his belt, removing it in a hasty manner. Richie also made the effort to remove your top and throw it on the floor too.

"Where the hell is he? He's supposed to meet us at the lounge for lunch!" Said John frustratedly, as the other two; Paul and George followed. "Let's check the dark room where the photography equipment is. He could be there." George said as they all agreed and headed down there.

Your shorts were suddenly unbuttoned as Richie had reached his hand underneath your panties and to your wet heat underneath. You moaned loudly in pleasure as Richie continued to kiss your neck.

As they approached the door the three best friends suddenly heard some questionable noises from the other side of the door. The other three looked at each other in confused silence. Paul then shook his head, trying to ignore the noises and reached for the doorknob. Opening the door the three friends were met with, well, quite an interesting scene. Richard quickly took off his blazer to cover Y/N's body as turned around to let Y/N hide behind him. "The fuck are you doing here you blokes?" His tone filled with annoyance as they rudely interrupted. "Well, we were waiting for you for half an hour at the lounge." Paul said, crossing his arms with a sly smirk. "Yeah, you were supposed to meet us there for dinner, remember Ringo?" John smirked at his friend, trying to embarrass him. Ringo's cheeks turned bright pink, as it intensified under the red lighting of the dark room. "I'll be out in a moment lads." Ringo said quickly, as he closed the door, hearing the three of them laugh on the other side of the grey metal doors.

You stood there, nothing but Ringo's blazer covering your body and your socks and shoes on. You shyly smiled as Ringo approached you with a tight embrace, explaining he had to leave. "I understand." You said and gave him a peck on the nose, doing a little jump in the process. "Also, Ringo?" You asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Nickname. Don't worry about it, Darling." He dismissed with a nervous chuckle. "No, I like it, Ringo." You said with a giggle, getting him super flustered.

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