Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Rain (ringo)

Rainainainain, I DONT MIIIIiiiND!!
Edit: I just realized that Ringo hates the rain. So this works out fine.

The rain pelted down, I had left my umbrella at home. The sky was clear at the beginning of the day. I walked semi speedily to the recording studio to get my boyfriend. I could hear him complaining about the rain already. I don't know why he hated the rain so much. I was rushing to meet him because frolicking in the rain alone doesn't have the same effect.

I walked up to the door and swung it open. I walked in, my hair holding water droplets and my shoulders damp. My legs started to get drops on them. My shoes are water boarded from puddles, I wasn't bothered in the slightest by this. I just felt bad that I was getting the floor a little wet.

I slipped off my soggy shoes and padded my way into the recoding booth. I stood in the back and waved to my boyfriend. He smiled as he continued playing throughout the take. The take sounded good, for whatever the song was called- eight days a week?

"What take are they on Brian?" I whispered.

"17 I believe," he checked a paper that was next to him "yeah, 17."

I leaned against the wall, just staring at Ringo. I was quite mesmerized by his drum playing. I had seen it about a thousand times before but that didn't bother me. I just sat down on a couch behind everyone, propping my legs up on the armrest, and laying down on the couch.

I waited quite a while, listening to everything going on. I listened to all the laughter and chatter going on as the boys made music. I listened to their many takes of each song.

I held a pillow and smiled as my boyfriend's voice came flowing through the room. His many takes built up but I just absorbed the sound of his voice. I loved Richie's voice. It's no question. He sounded very different from the others, his voice is special.

(We interrupt this program to bring you my thoughts... drummers, it feels like their voice is drastically different than the rest of the band. It might just be me. Obviously everyone has their own voice and sound but you know when you first got into The Beatles and you couldn't tell who was who but Ringo was out here with his beautiful voice that's beautiful and drastically different. Anyway, enough of me blabbering. Now back to your regularly scheduled program!)

The session ended and Leaped up to go greet my boyfriend. My feet were cold and still a bit damp and I noticed as my feet hit the floor. I grabbed his hand, pressed my lips against his quickly and led him to the doorway. I used him to help me slip my shoes back on, my hand on his shoulder and his hand on my arm, steadying me as I struggled mildly to put my still soaked shoes on.

We walked outside, the rain still pattering down. Full droplets fell and hit my face and slid down my nose. Ringo groaned a little bit.

"Lighten up Rich, it's just a bit of rain." I danced a little as the rain pelted down a little bit harder. Ringo still looked upset about the rain. I'll never understand his problem with rain. That and wind. And heaven forbid they happen at the same time, all hell breaks loose.

My feet left the curb and I went slashing down into a puddle. "Ugh y/n!" Ringo groaned. "You got my legs all soggy."

"Richie... your wanted to be in a relationship with me. This is what you signed up for!" I continued to splash in the puddles as we walked back home.

"I can't fell my to-oeeeess!" I sang out, rather loudly. I heard Ringo chuckle at me as I hummed the song he had sang today.

"Maybe if you didn't splash in the freezing cold puddles, you would be able to feel your toes."

"Who needs toes!" Ringo just laughed.

The raindrops sped up as the downpour began. Ringo grabbed his jacked and held it above his head and started to run down the street. I sprinted after him, not bothering covering myself with a jacket. I looked like I had taken a shower in my clothes already, why fight it now. I skipped along with my head pointed at the sky. (Picture that one vine of the dude dance-skipping down the street)

"Such a gentleman, leaving me behind." Ringo dug for his keys and quickly tried to jam them in the lock and open the door.

"Come on y/n," he sighed in the doorway.

"Rich, I am one with the rain."

"You're going to be one with the bed when you catch a cold."

"Cold shmold."

-time Skip brought to you by Ringo actually hating wind and Rain-

I coughed and groaned. I rolled over to look at the clock. It was 10 am. I tried breathing through my nose but all I got was a small whistle of hair trying to get up my stuffed nose.

"Ugh... Ringo I'm stdupy."

"I told you you would be," he sighed from the door.

"Can you make me some tea? I won't cough on you."

"How inviting..." He snickered and headed to the kitchen. "You better not get me sick!" He hollered back at me.

"I'll try."

I absolutely love the rain. Best weather by far. That's the only thing I can't agree with ringo on. As far as I know. Anyway. Sorry for being so delayed... my schedule was a little filled. Hope you enjoyed. And a few people suggested some chapters that I'm working on atm. Keep suggestions rolling. I love them!

Stay Lovely 😊