1964

you and john were dating. you loved him a lot, and he loved you. you’d argue a lot, too— you’d fight, cheat on each other, insult eachother, hit eachother. but, in the end, you loved eachother.

and so when the beatles were finally allowed to show off their girlfriends, in 1964, everyone became obsessed with you— other than the crazy beatlemanic john lennon fangirls.

you were pretty, kind, funny, and unique, and you caught the attention of everyone in an instance.

meaning that you had been asked by a photographer to do an.. intimate photoshoot with john in your guys’ bedroom. well, john didn’t mind.

“right, love. if you just turn your head to the side, and john, you put your hand there.” the man said, moving john’s hand to your face and positioning the two of you as you guys sat on the bed. you were wearing pink lingerie, and john, just boxers.

“what, here?” john said with a cheeky grin, teasingly moving his hand to your breasts and acting as if he didn’t know better, but you and the photographer both knew he was just being a pervert.