dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #4: im a loser- j. l ⚡️

1958

"Have you all noticed that Y/N has changed?" Ivan, a mate of John exclaimed as his eyes peeked through the curtains. A mate of Ivan's was Paul, and Paul was curious himself. He scurried next to Ivan and saw what the big change was.

Like cavemen they started growls of "oooo" and "woww"

George would've joined the two bastards but he knew who Y/N best friend was. John Lennon. A protective and intense person if messed with.

"Wow- bend over, bend over, bend over-"

Ivan's repetition of prayers was spilt to the floor as John seemed to wack the words out of his mouth with the whip he gave Ivan on the back of the neck.

Paul noticed this and began to scold Ivan to switch sides so he wouldn't get in trouble as well. "Ivan that is so demeaning for a woman! How dare-"

"Oh shut it McCartney." John cut him off.

"Righty then." Paul scurried off next to a amused George.

John glared at the younger pubescent boys. "You two are pathetic losers."

John looked for himself through the lines of the curtains.

There you stood with the shortest skirt that John has ever seen on you.

John widened his eyes as he thought of your safety. She must've ran through men's and men who were dirty minded, John thought to himself. But then also he thought, wow Y/N looks wonderful in that skirt!

You were walking your dog around the neighborhood that morning. You wore a short skirt. Why? Because you simply desired too. Why dishonor your wishes just because men don't know how to act?

You knew that the house in front of you belonged to Paul's, a friend of Johns and a friend of yours. You didn't bother to say hi because you weren't even sure if he was there.

You didn't pay much attention to Paul's house. Instead your main focus was on your dog. He kept sniffing the spot of grass and just wouldn't seem to satisfy the smell to mark it as his territory.

You sighed in annoyance before you saw two eyes peering out of the window crease.

You jumped back, startled. The eyes were quick to disappear.

You quickly came to the confirmation that that must've been Paul. What a creep.

But your mind altered to when John walked out of the house, with a quick motion, practically floating towards your direction.

"Y/N, what the hell are you wearing?"

"What?!" You spat. A sudden rage struck you when that sentence escaped his lips.

He walked closer to you, he hovered over you as he was a taller boy. He also looked you up and down which you weren't expecting.

You also felt a sudden twinge in between your thighs.

You weren't sure if it was because the breeze that flew up into you due to you flow skirt or because of the obvious reason in which you were trying to avoid of when John towered over you and the growl of a question he asked. Especially when he looked at you from the tip of your toes to the waist and to the windows of your soul.