the beatles smut

john pt. 3

mkay so i kinda feel like continuing this story so... i think i will lol. alsooooo fair warning this part probably won't be very smutty, although i def plan on bringing that into the story. i'm open to suggestions if you have any! (from now on i'll let you know in this little italics part if the section will be smut or whatever) 

*this takes place around a week later, john invites you to a studio session with the beatles.*

sunlight falls through my window and onto my bed, waking me with it's warmth and shining golden in my half-opened eyes. i sit up slowly and lift my arms above my head: my core tenses and i stretch upwards through my back. a yawn escapes me and i rub the sleepiness from my eyes. then, sliding out of bed, i begin the usual morning hunt for my slippers. i finally find them and saunter down the stairs to make breakfast, humming to myself.

luckily my father has already left for work, which leaves only me. well, me and my komondor dog, reggie. i ruffle the moped fur on his head and start scrounging together breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon. 

"it's a big day today, reg!" i say, cracking the egg on the edge of the skillet. "i'm a bit nervous, if i'm honest with myself." i turn to the scruffy dog. "i'm meeting john's mates! which is--don't get me wrong-- exciting but... well, i'm nervous, ya know? i wanna make a good impression." 

reggie, unsurprisingly, doesn't offer any advice, and instead peers at me through his droopy eyes, still mostly asleep on the rug where he prefers to lay. i deliberate for a moment as i plate my food, then decide to sit next to him on the floor. 

i sit with my legs crossed, plate of food balanced on one knee. i lean back against the wall as i say, in an almost rueful tone, "reggie, i think john's my ticket out of here. if he lets me tour with them, i might not come back." reggie sneezes. 

"oh, it's not like that reg! i do like him, honest. it's just... i also think he can help me leave, ya know? besides, i've wanted to produce music ever since i even knew what music was! it's a good thing, no matter which way you look at it." i say, with convection. reggie doesn't have anything to add.

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i take one last look in the mirror before i leave, tousling my hair and fixing my pants. i'm dressed sort of plain today, with a black top and tan plaid trousers. my boots add a bit of height, which i always appreciate in a shoe. my hair isn't too bad today, a bit frizzy but certainly manageable.

satisfied with my appearance, i pocket some cash and walk out the door, wishing reggie a good day in a sing-song voice. i get about 3 steps out when i run right into none other than john. my face crashes directly into his chest and i nearly trip over his feet, but he catches me just before i fall. 

"ah! jesus, i'm sorry! i wasn't looking-" i begin, stepping back. 

"you ought to watch where you're going, little girl! one day you're going to run into someone you'd really rather you didn't" he jokes, casually shoving his hands in his pocket. 

"and who says i want to run into you?" i reply.

"oo-ho-ho i see how it is! i come all the way over to walk you to the studio and this is the thanks i get?" 

i giggle and slip my arm around his offered elbow. "well it was very thoughtful of you..."

"you're right! it was!" he exclaims as we start toward the studio. 

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i'm quite nervous by the time we reach the studio, but i don't show it. the only thoughts rattling around in my brain are god, i hope they like me and if i fuck this up...

john opens the door and motions for me to go in. i mumble a thanks and stride in, attempting to exude confidence and charisma.

paul, ringo, and both georges are all already in the room. paul is writing something down, lost in his thoughts. ringo is casually lounging with his feet up on a desk, listening to harrison play his guitar. george martin is in the back room, getting things set up to record.

"john!" exclaims ringo, "you really do have a girlfriend!"

"i told you i wasn't lying! guys, this is april. april--" he gestures towards the three men. "this is the guys." 

"hello!"

          "pleased to meet ya!"

                                                 "hiya!"  

i smile openly and wave. "hello all!"

the boys return to their activities as john leads me around, showing me the whole studio. i listen intently, noticing how happy he gets when he talks about making music. 

"and this," he says, opening the door to the back room, "is george. well, the other george."

"pleasure to meet you" i say, shaking his hand.

"no the pleasures' all mine, my dear" he glances to john. "this is the little lady you told me about?"

"yes, she's here to help ya out." 

i smile nervously. "it-- it's my dream to work as a producer."

"well, it'll be great to have ya around." said george "it's a wee bit of a mess back here sometimes, trying to work with these wankers." 

as i get settled in and george begins to explain how to work the equipment, a warmth grows in my chest. i feel giddy as a kid. i feel... like i'm home.