Historias de Therollingstones

and other classic rock shit

21-year-old Ella's passion was nursing, and when her dreams became reality, she thought her terrible life was going to turn around. But she had a dark secret to hide from everyone... Ella was very pretty but awfully anxious, she was an outcast at work and had barely any friends. She later met 37-year-old handsome Doctor, Keith (Dr Richards). The second they met, Ella's life would change...

Here I will be writing short imagines only about singers or musicians from the groovy 60's! If you have a request, please feel free to distant message me!

Beth is a girl that worships one thing, Satan. her addictions to self harm and sacrificing make her parents scared for her future life, Beth is transported to England to live with her Aunt She then finds herself on the streets of England... Talking to Brian Jones

The Third in a series of short stories... ...We witness how Laetitia bullies Mick

A collection of lil imagines of Ronnie Wood. 😃 Requests are open, but I don't do smut :) 💗🌹❤️

just a x reader Of 60s Keith Richards requests not needed

Olivia McShane is a 21-year-old British actress and socialite, desperate to retreat to America after a rough spot in her marriage and a job offer she can't pass up: Working on a TV show called The Monkees. With four boys, one girl, and her past, what could possibly go wrong?

(ok actually this may be a little x oc but imagine it like it was x reader my english is bad sorry but i hope you guys will be happy with this also check the first chapter for summary:3)

❝VOULEZ VOUS, TAKE IT NOW OR LEAVE IT!❞ Where I give you a celebrity and you decide if you will 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 or 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬. Request are always open and accepted.

A blog, announcement, opinions, notes, quotes, future story ideas kind of thing... because I always lose my handwritten notes or can't read those I find.

♪ Mick Jagger One Shots ♪ ☞︎ request any prompts! ☜︎

Like a normal blogbook, but 100% less cooler

Just band Imagines......

The Rolling stones, The beatles, Iggy Pop, Alice cooper, etc.

He looked at me sadly. "Take your pick," he said softly. Now I have to make a tough decision. "I-I need t-time to th-think about all of this-s," I stuttered out, almost in tears. "Okay. If you go with me, I'll know. If you go with him, you don't have to tell me," he said in the same, soft voice, almost choked up. He looked like he'd break down and cry any second, something I'd never seen him do, but his grey eyes had such sadness, I almost couldn't bare. "See you tomorrow, maybe, Brian," I said, crying just from his physical state--what I had done to him. What I had done to myself. (I hope this isn't too depressing) Winner of MissMaccaSunshine's writing contest.

The title says it all. Rolling Stones everybody let's get down and dirty!