The Rock n' Roll Gif-Imagines

Ringo Starr

Imagine
... you arriving at one of John's partys. You are his cousin and George and Paul are kind of your best friends, so you are very close to the band. After Pete left the band, you met the new drummer Richard, better known as Ringo. The moment he met you, he was nice and kind to you, but what you didn't know, was that he also had the biggest crush on you since the second he had seen you. And it wasn't a secret to his bandmates, that he was falling for you...

The warm, golden glow of string lights hung lazily across the room, casting a soft, inviting ambiance over John's lively party. The air was thick with the mingling scents of whiskey, cigarette smoke, and the faint sweetness of perfume. Laughter and the muffled thrum of music spilled out into the night, blending with the chatter of guests who swayed and shuffled across the wooden floor. You stepped inside, the cool evening breeze following you in as you closed the door behind you. The familiar hum of the party wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, and you immediately felt at ease. This was John's world, and by extension, yours too. After all, you were family—his cousin—and that meant you were always welcome in the inner circle of the band.

As you made your way through the crowd, you caught snippets of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. George was in the corner, strumming his guitar absentmindedly, while Paul was animatedly telling a story to a small group of friends, his hands flying through the air to emphasize his points. And then there was Ringo. He was sitting on the edge of an armchair, a glass of something amber in his hand, looking oddly out of place amidst the revelry. His eyes darted around the room, as if he were searching for something—or someone.

You didn't notice him at first, too busy greeting familiar faces and exchanging quick hugs. But Ringo noticed you. The moment you walked in, his breath hitched, and he quickly looked down at his drink, pretending to be deeply interested in the ice cubes clinking against the glass. His heart raced, just like it had the first time he'd seen you. He'd tried to play it cool since then, but his bandmates weren't fooled. They'd seen the way his eyes followed you, the way he stumbled over his words whenever you were near. It was endearing, really, but also painfully obvious.

John, ever the observant one, sauntered over to Ringo with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. He leaned against the arm of the chair, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Hey Ringo, why aren't you dancing? You're just sitting here like a lump. What's the matter, mate?"

Ringo blinked, caught off guard. "Oh... uh, I'm just... drinking... chatting, you know. Taking it easy."

Paul, who had wandered over to join the conversation, let out a loud, exaggerated laugh. "Pha! Nonsense! He's waiting for your cousin, isn't he?" He winked at John, clearly enjoying himself.

Ringo's face turned a deep shade of red, and he stammered, "W-what? No! I would never... I mean, I'm not... it's not like that..."

John rolled his eyes, cutting him off. "Save it, Starkey. You've been drooling after her since the moment you laid eyes on her. Too obvious, man. Too obvious."

Ringo opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He fumbled with his glass, nearly spilling its contents, and looked anywhere but at John or Paul. His mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but before he could, Paul's eyes lit up as he spotted you across the room.

"Hey, Rings!" Paul said, his voice teasingly loud. "Y/N's here! And would you look at that—she's wearing such a nice dress. Doesn't she look stunning?"

Ringo's head snapped up so fast it was a miracle he didn't give himself whiplash. "W-what? Where? Where is she?" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly.

John and Paul burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back. "Obvious," they said in unison, their grins widening as Ringo sank deeper into the chair, wishing he could disappear.

Meanwhile, you had finally made your way over to the group, unaware of the conversation that had just taken place. "Hey, everyone!" you said cheerfully, your smile lighting up the room. "What's so funny?"

Ringo froze, his eyes wide as he looked at you. His mouth went dry, and he suddenly forgot how to form coherent sentences. "Uh... hi," he managed to squeak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

John and Paul exchanged knowing looks, their laughter subsiding into smug smirks. "Nothing, love," John said, draping an arm around your shoulders. "Just giving Ringo here a hard time. You know how it is."

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ringo, who was now studying his drink with the intensity of a scientist examining a rare specimen. "Well, don't be too mean to him," you said with a laugh. "He's too sweet to deserve it."

Ringo's heart skipped a beat at your words, and he dared to look up at you again. His cheeks were still flushed, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Maybe, just maybe, he'd find the courage to talk to you properly tonight. And if not, well, he could always count on John and Paul to keep things interesting.