#‘this gave a lot of trouble to Beatle Fan faces’ see look at what you’ve done now

[gardenwalrus]

John Lennon writing in DISC magazine (8 June 1963)

Nancy Spain writing in She magazine (November 1963)

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[thecoleopterawithana]

PAUL: I certainly think that was true. I certainly think John was the quickest wit. There was no doubt about that, no contest. That was definitely true. And we did covet his respect, his attention and stuff. I think, having said that, I wouldn’t mind betting he coveted ours. You know, we don’t think of that; you never know. I just know what I felt, I don’t know what he felt. And John was not very forthcoming about what he felt, he was quite a private person. And you’d only ever see it in tiny little instances, that he— that he— I remember once— One of the things I remember about John is silly little things. You don’t remember all the great big moments, they just went by in a flash. You know, meeting the queen, “Hi there!” [swoosh] gone! But you remember stupid little things. 

I remember kind of arguing once about something musical or something, and I remember John kind of just taking his glasses down and saying, “It’s only me.” And putting them back up again. 

So maybe he did have similar feelings towards us that we had to him. But he just didn’t make it, perhaps, as obvious. But we were Lennon fans, definitely, you know. He was a great guy…

— Paul McCartney, interviewed by Bob Costa (1991).

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I wrote Here Today about John. It’s just a song saying, you know, ‘If you were here today you’d probably say what I’m doing is a load of crap. But you wouldn’t mean it, cos you like me really, I know.’ It’s one of those ‘Come out from behind your glasses, look at me,’ things. It was a love song, really, not to John but a love song about John, about my relationship with him.

— Paul McCartney, interviewed in 1989. In Paul Du Noyer’s Conversations with McCartney (2015).

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One of my great memories of John is from when we were having some argument. I was disagreeing and we were calling each other names. We let it settle for a second and then he lowered his glasses and he said: “It’s only me.” And then he put his glasses back on again. To me, that was John. Those were the moments when I actually saw him without the facade, the armour, which I loved as well, like anyone else. It was a beautiful suit of armour. But it was wonderful when he let the visor down and you’d just see the John Lennon that he was frightened to reveal to the world. 

— Paul McCartney, interviewed in 1997. In Richard White’s Come Together: Lennon and McCartney in the Seventies (2016).

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PAUL: No matter what’s happened, even though John’s dead, I don’t feel like we are ever gonna be apart. I think we’re a part of each other’s lives, we’re a part of each other’s karma, man! And, you know, there’s something kind of deeper than all the business troubles we went through. They were real enough! But… nah, I think through all of that stuff, there was always the John who would put down his glasses and he’d say: “It’s only me.” And that was it, I’d know what he meant! ‘Ya, it’s only Johnny! It’s only Lennon, he’s only having a laugh with us, it’s just a joke, really.’ There was always that feeling that at the bottom of things, no matter how bad it got — fights, sort of slanging matches, or anything — we still kinda liked each other. [Here Today starts playing].

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Sir Paul told the [Radio Times] magazine that Lennon's image was "seriously flawed" because "he was not the hard, mad man that people think he was."

"He was a very soft-centred guy and we had a lot more in common than people think," he said.

"His favourite song when we were kids was Little White Lies, which was very sentimental. It was a smoochy old standard that his mum liked.

"Whatever bad things John said about me, he would also slip his glasses down to the end of his nose and say, 'I love you'. That's really what I hold on to. That's what I believe. The rest is showing off."

— In The Telegraph (25 August 2009).

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No Words (1973): You say that love is everything / And what we need the most of / I wish you knew, that's just how true / My love was. [...] You want to turn your head away / And someone's thinking of you / I wish you'd see, it's only me, / I love you.

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[This post was both spurred on by and is a gift to the wonderful @lastpielord. If anyone knows of more instances in which Paul told the “It’s only me” anecdote, please let me know. Note also George’s dynamic with John’s visor glasses.]

John was determined to be open and friendly. George, however, seemed edgy, and all of his replies were curt and had a hostile edge to them. [...] Then George’s anger really burst forth. “Where were you when I needed you!” he snapped. It was the first of a series of explosions, each of them followed by moments of tense silence. “I did everything you said. But you weren’t there,” he repeated. “You always knew how to reach me,” John would reply evenly to each of these outbursts. [...] George said that repeatedly in the past he had sung what John wanted him to sing, said what John wanted him to say. Because John wanted it, George had gone along with the decision to go with Allen Klein. In the nearly four years since, John had virtually ignored him, a fact that pained George deeply. George’s voice grew even more harsh as he blasted John for his sudden appearance, as if out of nowhere, to offer an evening’s worth of help. Yet again George said furiously, “I did everything you said, but you weren’t there.” Suddenly he leveled his gaze at John. “You know, John,” he snarled, “I want to see your eyes. I can’t see you eyes.” John was wearing his sunglasses. He reached up and quickly took them off and put on his regular glasses. He was willing to do anything to pacify George. But the gesture was not enough. It looked as though George was going to slap John. “I still can’t see your eyes.” Suddenly he reached over, yanked John’s glasses from his face, and dashed them to the floor. His face was a mask of fury and contempt; I had never seen an angrier man. George’s anger even paralyzed John. I knew how panicky John became when he could not see. I expected him to jump up and hit George. I was terrified that George might be satisfied only by a fistfight. Yet, miraculously, John stayed calm. There was long silence. Then George returned to the basic them of his anger, but I could see the worse moment had passed. Finally, well after midnight, it all wound down. John and I were bone weary, and we took a suite right there at the Plaza. When we were alone John told me, “I saw George goin’ through pain and I know what pain is about. So I let him do it. I’ll go out and help him or whatever it is he wants me to do. If he wants me to go out on stage, I will.”

— In May Pang’s Loving John (1983).

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We had a business meeting to break up The Beatles [...] We all flew in to New York specially. George came off his disastrous tour, Ring of flew in and we were at the Plaza for the big final settlement meeting. John was half a mile away at the Dakota and he sent a balloon over with a note that said ‘Listen to this balloon.’ I mean, you’ve got to be pretty cool to handle that kind of stuff. George blew his cool and rang him up: ’You fucking maniac!! You take your fucking dark glasses off and come and look at us, man!!’ and gave him a whole load of that shit.

— Paul McCartney, interviewed by Chris Salewicz (October 1986).

[everythingoesnk]

Oh What a Night

summary; you’ve been the stylist for everyone involved in A Hard Day’s Night, including The Beatles. at the premiere afterparty John has a clear goal: you

word count; 2 684

warnings;

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Flashes, screams and a deafening round of intense applause landed upon the four of them, welcoming their presence to the party. Each person in the room cheered flagrantly to show their support and devotion.

Tingles coursed through your being when your eyes found him among the crowd, instantly bringing heat to your face and chest.

Except for the bath scene where he only had swim trunks on, in every shot of the film he was sheathed in the same suit. The one he slipped on for the event seemed pretty similar, all black and classic, but the difference was that he chose to put on a bow tie instead of a tie.

He looked so fine. You were fanning yourself without even knowing you were.

Of course you wouldn’t pick up on the fact that the other three cherished the same option. You only had eyes for him.

That small switch on his attire was enough to awake the butterflies in your stomach.

At the same time that he smiled back at everyone who interacted with him, he looked like he was searching for a particular face.

You quickly turned your back at him and joined the first group of people you bumped into to prevent him from seeing you.

While pretending to follow the thread of what they were discussing, deep down in the depths of your heart you knew that what you really wanted to happen was the opposite. For him to find you, take you home, sing near your ear and spend the night together under the covers.

But no, that wasn’t happening. Not after the countless times you refused to go on a date.

For months, ever since he’d been introduced to you on set, John had been insisting, more like pressing, to invite you somewhere to get to know each other. It was like an obsession, he just wouldn’t stop dropping the subject at any chance he got.

It’s not like you didn’t want to, but you were under pressure at the time. You were instructed to get the work done, not to befriend or flirt with the stars, and your priority was to not get fired.

John assured multiple times that he wouldn’t get you in trouble, If they ever consider firing you they’ll have to talk to me first being his exact words. Yet you didn’t succumb. The flirting and courtship never went away, though.

Did you have a reason to reject him now that you weren’t professionally linked? Technically, no.

Completely zoned out, you were biting a nail when a male voice you were familiar with told you if you kept going you’d end up losing a finger.

Lifting your eyes you cracked a smile, relieved to finally talk to someone you knew.

“(Y/N)” George Martin greeted, happy to see you. He placed a hand on your arm and rubbed it up and down a few times. “How are you, darling? Everything okay?”

By the end of the filming you two established a solid friendship.

Given that after the director yelled ‘Action!’ you weren’t needed, you sat one day with him without knowing who he was or why he was there, and kept doing so ever since during those gaps you had for yourself.

“Yeah! How about you? Did you just get here? I haven’t seen you around”

“I did, but I’m not staying for long. I’ve a lot of work to do tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll enjoy myself with all the stuff I have going on in here” he said, pointing at his head.

“I understand”

“What are your plans then, did you sort things out?”

His question concerned a series of issues you mentioned him you had with a girl you shared your flat with, but she finally paid what she owed.

“Yes. She moved out, by the way. And I haven’t changed my mind, I want to study fashion”

“You’ll be great. I can’t wait to see people on the streets wearing your designs, or myself”

You smiled widely. He told you he loved them when you showed him your sketches.

Then, one instant later, for whatever reason, George’s eyes were no longer on you but over your shoulder. They stayed there for a good ten seconds before he looked down at you, a half jovial smile adorning his lips.

“See, I’m supposed to meet a few people and if I don’t I’m screwed”

“Oh”

“Have a good night, (Y/N)”

“You too, George” you replied, watching him flee away.

You slowly turned around with your brows furrowed, glancing down at the floor thinking about how fishy his farewell had been.

You shook your head. He had to go, nothing to overthink.

However, something inside you suggested to look ahead, and when you did, your mouth hung open.

John was prowling his way towards you.

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Panic washing over your rationality, you found yourself not knowing what to do. Why were you intimidated in the first place? You weren’t sure.

But you were positive you weren’t in high spirits to deal with him now.

You began to walk in the direction George departed.

John, seeing your intentions to escape, jogged until he positioned himself before you, blocking the way.

You moved to the side and he did too. Considering your odds, you stood still.

It was pointless, so you sighed as a surrender, showing him he won the battle. But at the very first sign that he lowered the guard, you sprinted to the left.

Bold of you to assume that he wouldn’t get his hands on you.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he taunted, his top teeth tugging at his bottom lip while he made sure you wouldn’t break free, hands gripping firmly at your sides, “were you running away from me? Why?”

“I wasn’t” you lied. “I need to go to the restroom”

“To fix yourself up for me?”

Without much effort, he spun you around and captured you in his arms before you had the opportunity to attempt to leave. Though he was aware that you soon quit insisting to free yourself, and that made him grin broadly.

John bowed his head first, and the tip of his nose touched yours on purpose. He threw it back a little afterwards, just to be able to see you properly.

You were blushing so bad it wasn’t funny.

A naughty smile curved his lips.

“I’ve always loved the way your cheeks turn into biteable apples whenever I’m around. Would you be so considerate to grant me the pleasure to have a taste?”

You wanted to slap him and the little demonic version of you settled in your mind who was nodding her head frantically. The angelic version shrugged her arms and pouted.

“Will you please let me go?” you asked with a stern look.

“Under one condition. Maybe two”

You rolled your eyes and listened closely.

“Let me go with you to the bathroom. A thing could lead to the other and—”

You brought your hand up over his mouth and he smirked against your palm.

The shudders that reverberated all the way through your body made you angrier. Your anatomy wasn’t helping you at all, anxious to find out what words would have rolled off John’s tongue if you had let him finish speaking.  

He crossed his eyes playfully and you had to bite your lower lip to stop a giggle from emerging.

Ungluing your hand from his face, you held up a finger against your lips, motioning him to stop being so loud.

He grinned whilst nodding his head, eyes boring into yours but falling and lingering on your lips eventually.

A waiter carrying a tray with two full glasses approached and John took them from him without asking. The guy’s face was to frame, but when he saw it was the incomparable John Lennon of flesh and blood he murmured an almost imperceptible polite ‘Sir’.

John reached his hand out for you to take the drink.

“Champagne?”

The two of you swallowed the liquid in unison.

After some time of non-existent conversation and you staring at the other end of the room where Ringo was happily dancing with Maureen, you dragged your eyes back to John hesitantly.

He’d been checking you out.

He met your gaze with a filthy look and drank the remaining bit of whatever was left at the bottom of the glass, not losing eye contact in the process. It gave you fever to witness him so greedy for you.

A stirring in your abdomen made you press your thighs together, but you put on a straight face setting aside how your brain released dopamine galore.

John’s eyes twinkled.

“Don’t you stand there like you’re drained of any emotion towards me”

You gave a harsh short laugh while your heart throbbed roughly in your chest. The audacity.

“You’re so full of yourself”

“Nope. I don’t think it has anything to do with my ego”

“What’s your excuse, then?”

“You make me nervous”

For a brief moment, you considered he possibly had pushed his reckless behaviour away.

You huffed, a rosy blush staining your cheeks, and he massaged the back of his neck.

John looked at you and felt shy all of a sudden.

“Did you have a good time watching the film?”

“I did. The whole thing is amazing, Lester really did a good job. My favourite part is when you’re all dancing to Can’t Buy Me Love”

He stared at you, really stared at you.

Enraptured by the tenderness in your voice, he found the confidence to pluck up the courage to step closer to you.

“What about the other condition?” you reminded.

John chuckled. Eagerness coloured his tone.

“Never mind”

“Is it what I think it is?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You tell me”

“Was it a date?”

“What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat?”

“Was it a date?”

John paused.

“A date?”

“Yes, a date” you answered, raising your voice.

The crowd surrounding you lolled their heads in your direction.

“Gee, (Y/N),” John teased, glancing at the bunch of people that had their eyes on the both of you, “no need to roar. I’m blind, not deaf. And yes, I agree to have a date with you” he added, flashing a glowing grin to you and the audience, exultant that he got you where he wanted.

Shit. A tedious warmness rose to your neck and up to coat your face.

“No, no. You know I didn’t mean to ask you out”

John emitted a lazy whine.

Shaking your head you turned it to the side, folding your arms. John paced forward and poked you under your ribs. You jumped and slapped his hand.

He tugged you against him, but you wouldn’t jerk your head his way, refusing to look at him.

Chest to chest, yours was raising and falling with nervous breaths.

John wanted to lift your chin, but you wouldn’t let him.

“(Y/N)”

Nothing.

He tried again, angling you to look into his eyes.

“Can’t you see I’m just hopeless?”

His voice felt like a loving, almost romantic, caress.

“Now that shooting’s over I won’t get to see you anymore”

He suspired.

“Won’t you miss me?”

Very easily, you could feel your walls slipping. Beating around the bush, you were certain that you would. He didn't have a clue about how a dreamy smirk would be roaming your lips every day when you left the set to go home, recalling whatever cocky and goofy pick-up line he told you with the hopes to gain your affection.

Your pulse was racing.

You nodded, staring right into his pupils.

“Then stop playing so hard to get. I could be kissing and touching you right now and we’re having this absurd conversation instead” John observed, recovering the composture and standing on his full height.

Overwhelmed, you couldn’t even verbalize a monosyllable.

John grabbed you by the hand and spotted the door where he first walked through.

Excusing himself to everyone that wanted to stop him and chat, and ensuring that you were okay along the way looking back every once in a while, he took you to the rear of the hotel that luckily happened to be deserted.

Like the gentleman he truly was, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

Glancing down at you, his fingers still holding the top part of the lapels, the beat of his heart was quickly out of control.

The bow tie suddenly felt too tight in his collar.

“Are you going to kiss me now, John?”

He swallowed and directed his gaze down to your mouth, his own watering.

Muscles in your tummy clenching, you put your arms around his neck.

“Please say yes”

“I’m not sure I can deny you anything, love”

And the next thing he did was brush his lips over yours, relishing their sweetness before fully capturing them.

You pressed your body against him when he placed both hands on either side of your face, cradling it lovingly, melting under his touch. More than once you fantasized about this, but never would you have guessed you’d instantly become addicted to his taste.

A husky grunt erupted from his throat, and in perfect harmony, he massaged your tongue with his. Movements that you reciprocated.

You breathed his name, which made him want to be a little rougher on you, trailing his hands around your back until they cupped your ass.

“John, John”

You stopped kissing him when guests of the party unlocked the door to leave.

You were embarrassed by the possibility of being seen, but they were so intoxicated and high that they didn’t even notice you were there. Not that they’d remember the next day.

John’s eyes locked on yours when you looked up at him through your lashes.

He also looked like he didn’t have his feet on the ground. He was drunk on passion. John felt the warmth in his body rose above the stars at you nibbling on your lip.

“I’m marrying you” he noted in a thick voice.

“You wish” you answered, one big smirk quirking up a corner of your mouth.

“Tonight I’m content with taking you with me, but I am putting a ring on you sooner or later”

Love growing in your chest, you pumped his arm and ruffled his hair.

“Who says I agreed to spend the night with you?”

“I think we both know you're dying to"

“Convince me” you provoked.

John crooked an eyebrow at you, and stuck his tongue out to sweep his saliva over the lower lip.

“We’re playing games, is that it?”

You shrugged and scooted sensually to reach the door, twisting the knob and stepping one foot inside.

“You have one hour before I leave to win me over. Or else you’re sleeping alone”

“If you insist. By the end of the night everyone will know you’re mine” he said, and spanked you on a butt cheek.

You smiled, excited about how delicious his promises sounded. There was also a flicker of fervour and lust in his eyes.

“I look forward to see how you intend to do that”

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? Dearest, I have plenty of ideas and two hands to make you lose your mind. Five minutes is all I need”

“I’ll give you three”

“One is fine. I love challenges”

You laughed and let him take your hand in his, interlocking all the fingers.

John moved his mouth extremely close to your ear. You closed your eyes, heart crying for one more kiss before joining the multitude.

“Don’t leave my side. Don’t make me have to punish you”

“Is that a threat?” you susurrated, turned on by the danger laced to his tone.

“That is a threat. Be a good girl”

You nodded, and raised your head to get a glimpse of him.

He made you feel fragile and powerful at the same time.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). Let’s go inside, let me show everyone who’s the luckiest man alive”

The night had just begun.

[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Parts I-III

pairing- George Harrison x (John's sister) Reader

warnings- So much fluff

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 4k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon! Huge shutout to @iimplicitt she helped me edit, and such. Thanks so much girl!

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Part I

     George looked up at you with wide eyes, and it was only seconds before his hand reached up to cup your cheek, and your lips collided.  You had been waiting for this to happen for years. His lips pressed into yours softly at first. He pulled back and looked at you. You stared back at him,noticing every detail.  His cheekbones were so prominent, his thick, untamed eyebrows gave his eyes a dark, and lustful look. You were so needy for him, and you knew now that he made the first move, that he wanted you too. You leaned in and kissed him harder, placing your hands on his shoulders. His lips were chapped, but still felt so perfect on yours. Despite your attempt he took control of the embrace again.  He leaned into you, making the kiss deeper, and deeper with each passing second.

        Being John's little sister, you never expected this to actually happen again.  He was always so protective of you.  When you first met george, he was still in his teddy phase, and you immediately caught feelings.  You found out that it would only end badly considering him and your overprotective brother were in the same band.

      George was now holding onto your waist for his life, and your arms were wrapped around his neck.  The whole time he continued slowly pushing himself further on top of you. Seconds ago he was just sitting there tuning his guitar on the couch besides you, and now all of his attention was on you.  His tongue pushed passed your lips with ease. He knew exactly how much tongue to use, and his hands were squeezing your waist just right. His kiss was perfect and needy. You almost forgot you were in a recording studio waiting for the other three boys in his band to come back after slipping out for reasons you quickly forget.  You and George forgot everything but each other. He continued to press his lips against yours so perfectly. George kissed you even deeper and you were now laying down on the couch, being completely dominated by him. You could feel him getting hard on top of you. It felt so right as he slipped a little more tongue in your mouth, and his hands started finding their way under your shirt.  Just as you started to break away to tell him how much you wanted this, and how perfect he was, the door knob started turning.

      You both shot up so fast, returning back to your original positions.  Your heart was racing, and you could feel the sweat pouring out of every gland on your skin.  You tried your best not to pant, or show any signs that anything out of the ordinary just happened.  As the boys stepped in, you shot a quick look at George. He was blushing just as much as you were and he was about 10 shades paler.  He rested his hands in his crotch in an attempt to hide what you caused. His legs were shaking nervously, and his head was down in embarrassment.   He knew what would happen if you were caught almost as well as you did.

     John, Paul and ringo came into the room and saw you and George sitting together.  John immediately noticed something wasn't quite right.

       "You and y/n must've had a good chat I see you've left your guitar on the floor" John said, pointing to George's guitar, "The thing never leaves your hands, what was so important?" George had thrown it to the ground in the moment without thinking.  

      "We were talking!" you cut in, "George was just asking about what you were like when you were younger.  I told him about the time you um…" you stuttered, "The time you left the bath running for hours and flooded the whole bathroom, remember that?" you said in an attempt to cover your tracks.  George politely smiled at you, and wordlessly thanked you for covering for him. His skin was returning to normal, and he seemed to be more at ease. It was a quick recovery, but it had to be.

      "How could I forget." John replied, "George, come on we've got to start recording, we got Ringo new sticks, the kind he likes too."  Ringo held up the still packaged sticks smiling, as him and the band made there way back behind the glass. You smiled back at Ringo, but the smile disappeared as you felt George leave your side.               "Y/n, sit tight we'll be done soon enough. Sorry i had to drag you along, couldn't leave you home alone now could I, God knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into." John teased.

      If only he understood the irony.  He always added comments like that, making sure everyone knew he was the older, protective brother, despite only being a few years older than you.  You put your head back and thanked god that you had not been caught. Your nerves were calmed now that you knew you were safe for now. It didn't take long for the boys to start playing.

       You and George shot quick looks at each other throughout the session, trying to decipher each others thoughts.  George was not an easy man to understand, and you spent most of the 2 hours you were there trying to get an idea of how he felt about what had just happened.  George almost always wore the same blank expression. He rarely smiled, or changed his face much, making the task at hand a lot harder. Your best guess was that he was just as lost in thought as you were.  As he sat on the amp, playing the same chords through each take, you noticed the only thing that changed were his eyes. Sometimes they looked emotionless, other times you could see something glimmering behind them.  They never seemed angry though, which was a good sign. Luckily for you, John was too busy yelling at the other members (mostly Paul) to notice the looks you and George shared.

   After they were done, and you ran out of compliments to offer the boys and their new music, you all stepped out.  You were somehow lucky enough to get a second alone with George while the others shouted about something that didn't matter.

    "Hi y/n" George said grinning, and trying not to sound too excited.  You said hi back, grinning and blushing in the same way he was.

     "You remember where i live right, just a block from John?" George asked

"Yes I do, as a matter of fact" you answered, still smiling too big.

      "Great, then I'll see you tonight" he said

       "What do you want me to do Harrison, Sneak out?" you asked.  George didn't reply, he only grinned at you, and winked. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter after your quiet conversation with George ended.  It was shorter than you would have liked it to be, but you weren't trying to let John notice anything. Geroge walked away to his car, and John called you over to his car.

"C'mon y/n, we have to get back, Cynth could use some help cooking." John yelled to you.  

      You had been staying with John and Cynthia for a week.  It was the first week of summer Holliday. John had moved out a while ago and had been missing his little sister, so he invited you to stay over for a bit to help out around the house, and visit the studio.  You agreed, knowing a change would be nice. It would be like a mini vacation from your typical life, you could experience a new world not far from home, even if just for a week.

part II

      You lay wide awake on the couch of John and Cynthia's house.  As you lay there, reflecting on your day, a memory came back to you that you had repressed.  It happened about four or five years ago. It was about the second or third time you met George.         

        John had invited you to come see his band perform.  They had made a few good songs at that point, and he was proud.  So you agreed. It was the first time you had seen them perform. They were good, they're music made you want to move, and they didn't make any mistakes.  

     As you watched them play, you were drawn to the Guitar player.  His hair was spiked up, and his ears stuck out. He had a leather jacket on, like all the other teddy boys wore.  For most of the show he looked pretty serious. He was nervous; it was one of his first performances. But as they went on, and he became more comfortable, he let a smile out.  His smile was big, and he always showed his teeth. Something about the way he danced on that stage just drew you in. So after the show, you introduced yourself.

      "Hi," he said shaking your hand "Y/n? Right? It's nice to see you again."

      "Yeah, it's nice to see you too George." you said, blushing without realizing.

     "How'd you like the show?" He asked

      "I enjoyed myself.  Were you nervous?" you teased.

      "Well you should know" he answered bluntly, "You were watching me the whole time, weren't you?"  You blushed hard, and your mouth fell open.

      "I- I was, I can't lie." you stammered

       "It's okay.  Your a pretty lad,  I don't mind." He admitted.

      "You're not too bad yourself." You replied.  Your cheeks were red, but so were his. You were involuntarily smiling ridiculously big.  

      "I know." he quipped, "Tell me this, Would John be mad if I kissed you right now?" he wondered.  

       "Yes, he would be." You answered.

      "Then I suppose we should go 'round back, where he wouldn't see us." he suggested.  Your eyes grew wide. You really wanted to, so you just nodded. He smirked at your decision, and he slipped out with you as the rest of the boys talked to fans, and packed up.  

       The two of you walked around, and banted.  

       "So were the same age, right? I'm 15." he asked

      "Yes we are." you answered, "You're on my grade. You're always getting in trouble in class, aren't you?"

      "I suppose I am.  Teachers just don't like me i guess."

      "Do they really not like you, or is it the attitude, Harrison?"  you questioned.

      "Maybe it is. So what?  All I can do is try my best.  I'm not changing myself to the teachers' liking."  

"You're right." you said.  George had always been a laid back guy.  He was great at giving advice, and getting people through tough times.  He would always know what to say. He believed that life wasn't such a big thing.  You go about, trying your best, and loving everyone as much as you can.

      After walking and conversing for a bit, George stopped you around the far side of the building.  It was dark, and chilly. A yellow street light shown above you just enough so you could see. You rested against the brick wall and looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why he stopped you.  

      "Is this far enough?" He asked, with a grin across his face.

      "I suppose it is." you said, smiling back.  Right then, George put his hand on your cheek.  You put your hand on his shoulder in response, and looked into his eyes.  They were sparkling, he was so pleased to be here with you. It was your first kiss, and you were excited to be able to share it with him.  

      George leaned in slow and sweet.  When his lips finally met yours it was perfect.  His lips were warm, and soft against yours. It was just a quick peck, but you couldn't have asked for anything more.  

      Just before he pulled away, a door swung open.  Light poured out onto you and George, and both of your faces shot towards the door.

     "Geor-" John shouted from the doorway.  He stopped when he saw what was happening.  The other 2 boys were right behind him, peeking behind the door.  Paul and Ringo were shocked, but smiled with pride at George. At this young age they didn't get as many girls.  But John had a different reaction. His face went red hot, and he didn't hold back.

      "Get your hands off my sister right now, or I swear to god you will never see the light of day again!" John yelled.

      George pulled away from you and put his hands up.  The color left both of your faces. You were in shock.  

      "I'm.. 'm so sorry John.. I- I didn't mean to-" George stammered.  He didn't mean to? This was all a mistake, you thought. George was attractive and sweet, but he was off limits.  John wouldn't let any boy touch you, let alone his close friend.

      "Damn right you didn't.  You should know to keep your hands off her!" John said, calming down a bit, "C'mon y/n, were leaving right now."  John snarled at you. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from George. George just stepped out of the way; he knew not to mess with John when he got angry.  You tried to wave goodbye to George, but John was pulling you away too fast.

       As you left, you heard the boys teasing George.  

       "Aww man, we were looking everywhere for you and you were out here messing around with John's sister!" Paul laughed.  

      "Yeahl." George said.  He rubbed his neck nervously, and fake laughed.  He was embarrassed. George really did like y/n, but he couldn't say anything.  John would kill him if this went on any further, and the boys would tease him if he was crushing.  

      "You almost lost your virginity this time." Paul said, cackling, "Wish it could of been me, y/n's a pretty one isn't she?  Guess she got the looks instead of John." Paul was laughing too hard now. Was he seriously drunk? It sure seemed like it.  

      Your eyes went wide as you listened to Paul's comments.  Did Paul really feel that way about you?

     Not knowing what to say, John whipped around and stared at Paul.  His angry eyes said everything he needed them to, and Paul stopped laughing.  He just stood there almost as embarrassed as George.

   As you remembered that incident, you felt embarrassed all over again.  How could you forget that? It took years of trying to repress it.

        You checked the clock. 1:27 am.  They must surely be asleep now. You slowly get up off the couch, trying to make as little noise as possible.  If John didn't come out after hearing you get up, he must be asleep. You head towards the front door without thinking much of it.  You put your flip flops on, and as soon as you touch the door knob, it hits you. Your attempting to sneak out for the first time ever.  At least if you do it here your parents won't find out. But if John found out you were sneaking around,he wouldn't be happy. Not to mention your going to visit a boy who is one of your brothers closest friends.  And you'd only started any sort of real relationship with this boy that day. This was risky. Getting caught would end horribly for you and George. Could you even trust George to keep this a secret? What is George even really like? Besides a few small chats, you've never actually gotten to know him. So, What's he like, and is he worth the risk? Guess there's only one way to find out.  You push the door open soundlessly and slip out towards George's place.

    The streets were lit yellow by the street lamps, and you somehow weren't too scared.  All sorts of creatures chirp and buzz around you, making you feel not alone on your adventure.  This was risky, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but feel a buzz of hydrenylyne while folding your arms nervously.  

      Finally you reached George's flat.  You went to knock, and hesitated. The lights were on, you knew he was awake, but you were nervous, and crushing hard for him.  You smiled, and blushed as you began to think of all the things that could be said. He obviously likes you back, that's why he kissed you, right? right? What if he doesn't.  Your smile drop and your eyebrows furrow, thinking of a new possibility.  What if he wants to tell you that was a mistake? no? It can't be that, the way he blushed during your last conversation outside of the studio proves that he's gotta like you.  Enough, you think.  You quit hesitating and knock on the door.  

      George opens the door so quickly and smiles wider than you've ever seen him smile before.  He pulls you in for another kiss. You kiss him back. See, you think, he does like you, duh.  Unlike last time, this kiss is short, and sweet.  He hadn't asked to kiss you either time. You liked that about him.  He knew you liked him so he took control of the situation.

      "Come in, please" George says, gesturing for you to step in his house.  He's blushing, and so are you. You've had boyfriends before, you've kissed people before, so why are you falling so hard for George?  You nodded, and stepped into the front door. His house was finilar, you'd been there before with John a few times.

       But despite the familiarity of the situation, everything felt new, and different.  Like you were going to experience something you've never experienced before. You hated this hopeful, lovey feeling.  You've always been more logical. But your emotional side was taking over. You stood in the doorway, looking around for a few seconds.

        "So" George spoke, breaking the silence, "I really enjoyed myself today,  I've liked you for a while now, I just wasn't sure if It would be appropriate considering…." he trailed off.  You knew what he was going to say; he was going to say he didn't know if it was okay to date your best friends little sister.  George seemed ecstatic that he could finally admit his attraction to you. He looked down at the floor, and peeked his eyes up at you.  It was your turn to speak.

      "I feel the same way.  I've always liked you. I can't believe you actually made the first move, I-"  you admitted. You were cut short when George took your hand in his. He had walked closer to you without you noticing.  His hands were slim, and boney, and his fingertips were rough from years of playing guitar. He looked down at you with the same wide eyes as before.  His slim frame towered above you. You hugged him tight. His hug was amazing. His waist is small, allowing you to wrap your arms all the way around him, and his cotton shirt was soft against your cheek.   He didn't like speaking, or affection, but he seemed to be unbothered by doing either with you. He was obviously falling hard for you. You both took a moment and look at each other.

      This was really happening.  You had snuck out of your brother's apartment to visit his band mate's house.  And he was really holding you. You had liked this boy for ages, and he made the first move in you.  Everything seemed perfect, but you knew deep down that nothing could be perfect.

      "I'm so glad you actually came" he said softly, pulling you back into reality.  "You look so beautiful, y/n." he added.

     "Of course," you assured, "You're not so bad yourself." you joked.  

      "I know, right?" He joked

      You let out a small laugh and reached up to stroke his rosey cheek.  You leaned in to each other for another sweet kiss. He pulled you to the couch by your hand.  He sat you down next to him and started a conversation. He told you about the band, how they were getting bigger and bigger.  You could tell he loved being in The Beatles, and he was proud of his success. He asked you about your life. You told him that you had just finished your first year of university, and you were visiting John.  You talked to him for hours. George was sweet, and charming, but he had this dark quality about him. He made sarcastic quips every chance he could. You loved that he had a sense of humor. He wasn't too serious, but if the conversation got a little more grave, his mood adjusted with it.

      While you are talking you remembered something.  "George, doesn't Ringo live with you, where is he?"

     "He does, He's out with Maureen right now."  he answered. You were relieved that Ringo wasn't there now, but he would make sneaking around a lit harder.  What if Ringo catches you?

       "George" you said nervously.  

       "Yes, love?"

        "What if," you say choking up a bit "What if we get caught.  John would kill us, and what if Ringo comes home and sees us what if-"  

     You were cut short by George's lips.  He pressed a soft loving kiss against your mouth.  "Love, I won't let us get caught." he assured, "I'd do anything to stay with you, I'll die before John laid a finger on you."  You nodded and looked into his eyes. You could see he meant it. "I won't hurt you, I've got you forever." he added.

       You were really falling for him hard.  He kissed you again, harder this time, and didn't pull away.  You kissed him back, letting him grab your waist. He was so attractive, and you wanted him so bad.  It was getting late and you knew would have to leave soon, but you decided to let this go on for a few more moments.  You also knew what he said earlier couldn't be true. All relationships end in someone hurt at some point, and you knew that by now.  

Part III

   The light peeking through the windows forced your eyes open.  You sit up when you realized that you aren't in your house. You looked around, the clock read 9:16, and you remembered that you were at John's house.  Memories started flooding back into your mind. you recalled sneaking out the night before to meet George. You cheeks became hot at the thought of last night.  You remembered back to the studio incident. Yesterday was amazing.

      John stepped out of his room into the living room.  "Good morning y/n" he said while stretching out his tired limbs.  " Ya hungry?" he asked before you had a chance to speak.

      "Goodmorning, yeah I am." you replied.  

      "Great, get dressed, there's a cafe around the corner."  You smiled. It wasn't unlike John to take you out, he was a good brother, but it was uncommon.  You rarely got the chance to spend time with him, so you were excited.

      At the cafe, you and John immediately started a nice conversation.  You sat in front of each other in a red plastic booth. You ordered breakfast, and waited patiently for the waiter to arrive. He asked you about your classes, and you proudly told him that you aced them all.  You started getting into conversation about college, and he avoided telling you anything that might get him in too much trouble.

      " What about you," he asked, "have you gotten yourself into trouble yet, ya'know, drank too much, snuck out?"  You choked on your iced tea as the words left his lips. "Cause i sure have." He added, not noticing your reaction.  

      "No, no," you lied, "I've just been enjoying myself, nothing too crazy yet." It was basically the truth, you hadn't done anything too crazy.  You only snuck out that one time. The conversation continued, and you tried your best not to seem suspicious.

      "I remember when I was your age I had a nasty break up." he told you, "it was a mess, I broke her heart."  You frowned.

     "I'm sorry." you said.  

      "I guess I'm just telling you to let you know boys are shit at that age.  They treat you wrong most of the time." he explained. "You're going to date someone, at some point, even though I don't want you to. I guess I just want you to know it's not so great out in the real world."  It was like he was reading your mind. He was hitting every point that resonated with you. Surely there was no way he knew what was happening.

      "Yeah," you said, slouching, "I'm gonna have to learn sooner or later aren't I?" you asked

      "Well i guess so." he replied "Some people don't have to learn the hard way, maybe you won't have to who's to say."  

      "Your right, maybe I'll meet a nice boy."  You say grinning.

      "Hm, There's a chance, a small one, but there's a chance." he said thinking out loud.

      After he says that, the waiter delivers the food.  You take a break from the conversation to stuff your faces.  But once you slow down, John starts questioning you again

      "So, you were talking to George, are you guys friends now?" He asked

      You tried hard not to look suspicious, and it seemed to work.  "Yeah, I suppose we just had a good conversation, that's all."

      "Good, good.  It's good if the boys aren't rude to you.  I'd have to beat them up if they were." He joked

      John continued sharing his wisdom with you.  He was still young and making mistakes, but he had made more than you.  He was the type to learn from his mistakes. Sometimes he makes the same mistake more than once, but at some point, somehow he always admits he's wrong.   You were listening to him closely, trying to accept the lessons he was teaching you. But it was hard because George was perfect. John was going on about how things will go wrong, but it really didn't seem like they wouldn't.  Maybe you were being naive, or maybe you were right.

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AN- Ahhhhh! How did you feel about all that? What did you like, what did you dislike? Any predictions? Anything you want to happen? Sorry for any mistakes.

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Taglist- @foreverandtayways

[woo-san-shine]

Our Way

ateez college au

Premise: You and your best friend from high school move away to a university 3 hours away from your small hometown. You find yourself meeting a strange cast of characters along the way that will help you find your way throughout your freshman year.    

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: A work in progress!!! Mostly just for fun

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Chapter 3

After a big lunch and an even bigger shopping trip, my family and I find ourselves in the elevator again, laden with grocery bags full of microwave meals, snacks, and other random things I had realized I needed for my dorm while we were at the store. I was so appreciative towards my parents in that moment.  I could tell that they were starting to get tired, and the thought of them having to make the three-hour drive all the way back home made my heart ache.  I wasn't worried about getting homesick or anything, but whenever my parents made any sort of sacrifice for me, I couldn't help but feel like I didn't deserve it.  I wasn't going to school on some big scholarship like Sooyoung, and I was constantly worried about the money my parents were having to shell out in order for me to go here.

"I'm proud of you, Jae," Dad says suddenly, which pulls me from my deep thoughts.

"Why?"

"Today's a big day, I'm just so happy to see you getting ready to start this next chapter of your life.  You've made it so far."

"I'm proud of you too, honey," Mom adds.

They both look at me with beaming smiles.

"Oh, wow, well thanks Mom, Dad." I give them both a bow to express my gratitude.

The elevator door opens, and the hallway is a lot more packed than it was when we left.  Hoards of students, parents, and carts fill almost every inch of space making it almost impossible for the three of us to squeeze through with our shopping bags.  We make it to my room and find Sooyoung, Taeyoung, and their parents all laying on the floor of the dorm looking exhausted.  All three carts are empty, but the room is still cluttered with all of our belonging strewn about.

"You guys tired?" I ask as I laugh my way into the room.

The Choi family slowly pulls themselves up from the floor.

"Alright ladies, I think this is where we leave you," Mr. Choi says making his way towards Sooyoung and bringing her in for an embrace.

Both families say their separate goodbyes.  Mothers holding back tears and father giving last-minute advice.

"You better watch over them, Tae," Mrs. Choi says sternly while shaking a finger at her eldest son.

Taeyoung rolls his eyes.  "Yeah mom, I know.  Don't worry I'll make sure they don't get in too much trouble."  He gives both Sooyoung and I a wink from behind his mother's back and we both stifle in giggles.

"We love you, Jaemin," my mom says pulling my Father and I in for one last hug.

Sooyoung and I both watch from the doorway as our families make the trek down the long hallway and into the elevator, eventually disappearing from our view.  It's a few moments before we leave the doorway and walk back into our new room.  I stare around looking at all of our things that were still not put away yet.

"Well, what should we do now?" I ask.

"Hmmm..." Sooyoung pauses.  "We could decorate?"

I let loose a big smile.  "You really do know the way to my heart don't you."

She cackles.  "Duh!"

I quickly pull out my speaker from one of my desk drawers and turn on some of our favorite music.  We spend the next few hours organizing the remainder of our things. We hang posters, pictures, and fairy lights around our room, and excitedly discuss all the things we could do in the tomorrow before classes start.  We had left our dorm room door open, a tip we had both read in one of those 'How to Easily Make New Friends in College' blogs, so every now and then a new face would peak into our room and introduce themselves.  We'd chat for a little bit, but ultimately whoever they were would leave and we'd get right back to setting up our new space.

It was approaching evening by the time Sooyoung and I threw ourselves down onto the pair of comfy bean bag chairs Sooyoung had brought and had placed in the middle of our room.  I rest my feet on top of the small coffee table that I had brought in between us and take a sip of the tea I had just made.

I glance at our reflections in the full-length mirror that hung from my closet door.  Sooyoung and I looked very different in the face, but were a similar height.  Her hair was blonde, naturally straight, and hung in layers around her face.  Her eyes were green, her skin rather pale, and her thin lip usual were usually pursed in some sort of judging expression.  She rarely wore makeup, but she really didn't have to.  She had broad shoulders and thick arms, strong from all the years of being on the school's swim team.  Her figure was curvier than mine was, but she also rarely dressed in a way to show it off. She gave off an air of over-confidence that I envied.

I, on the other hand, had long, dark brown wavy hair with subtle streaks of red in it that I had done myself.  I had a bad habit of changing my hair color once every few months.  My eyes were bright blue, I had a small nose, and full lips.  Unlike Sooyoung, I liked to wear makeup and was rarely ever seen anywhere without at least my eyebrows done. I always thought I had a boring figure.  My legs were far too long and muscular from years of running to match my thin arms and short torso. I felt disproportionate and was nowhere near as confident in myself as Sooyoung.  Over the years I have grown to appreciate my figure, but there are still moments I’d spend in front of the mirror and over-critique. For as different as Sooyoung and I looked, we were both hard on ourselves for different reasons which we, in turn, gave each other flack for.              

"Wow, I'm tired," I say, taking another sip of tea.

"You're always tired," Sooyoung retorts poking my foot.

"Yeah, dealing with you all the time is exhausting." I throw an exaggerated wink in Sooyoung's direction.

"Hey!" she shouts knocking both of my feet off of the coffee table.  "You know you love it!"

"Shit, Soo, you're gonna make me spill this!" I yell back to her carefully trying to balance myself on the bean bag with my feet in the air while also trying not to spill the hot cup of tea in my hand.

There's a short knock on our door.  I quickly turn around, inadvertently spilling some of the hot tea into my leg, to see Jongho and another boy standing in our doorway.

"Ow, uh, hi there Jongho," I say between clenched teeth as the burn from the hot tea leaves a red mark on my leg.

"You two know each other?" Sooyoung asks questioningly, standing up from her bean bag to approach the door.  I watch her eyes scan Jongho and then stop at the boy standing next to him.

"Uh, yeah kind of," Jongho says reaching a rather large hand out towards Sooyoung.  "I'm Jongho.  I helped Jae move in this morning, so we kind of met then."

Sooyoung shakes his hand, all while still looking at the boy standing next to Jongho.  "And, who is this?  Did you help Jae move too?  She didn't tell me she met anyone today."

I shoot a slightly sympathetic glance at Jongho, which he accepts with a smirk.  The boy standing next to him finally speaks.

"Ah, no I didn't.  My name is Mingi.  I'm Jongho's roommate." He extends his hand out to shake Sooyoung's as well.  She takes it, almost too quickly and gives it a good shake.

I get up from my bean bag and walk over towards the door.  "Nice to meet you Mingi.  I'm Jaemin, and this is Sooyoung," I say, nodding towards Sooyoung who was still staring up at Mingi.  Mingi looked a lot different from Jongho. He had to be at least six inches taller than Jongho and towered over all us. He wasn't as built as Jongho, a little lankier, but still had rather large arms and legs.  His hair was dark brown, tousled to one side, and had streaks of green and blue in it. His eyes were small, but he had a rather large smile.

"Oh, yeah Jongho told me about the girl he helped move in this morning.  He insisted we go and see if you guys were still around," Mingi says nudging Jongho in his side with his elbow.  Jongho winces.

"Oh, so Mingi here has a roommate that relays important information to the other when he meets new people, huh," Sooyoung says, slowly turning to me and giving me a dirty look.

"What?" I say taking another sip of my tea.  "We have been busy setting up this room all day.  I hadn't really had time to tell you about my morning."

"It looks nice in here," Jongho says gazing around our room.

"Yeah," Mingi adds looking at our various posters.  "Who listens to the Beatles?" he asks gesturing towards the poster next to my bed.  

I am about to chime in that I have been a big Beatles fan my whole life before Sooyoung interjects "Oh, I do.  Love the Beatles."

I stare back at her in disbelief.  For all I had known, she had never once listened to a Beatles song in her life.

"Nice," Mingi says, letting a brief smile cross his face.  He starts walking around the perimeter of the room looking at more of our posters.  "Who's your favorite?"

"Uh, Rongo, I.. I mean Ringo."

I had, not so gently, stepped on her foot and whispered the correct name into her ear in order to save her from the embarrassment.  Mingi seemed to not have noticed, still walking around our room looking at all of our decorations.  Sooyoung turns to me and flips me off for stepping on her foot, but then mouths "thank you".

Jongho, who had observed this whole interaction, turns to me and raises his eyebrows.  I shrug back.

"Well, do you guys want take a seat?" I ask, gesturing towards the bean bag chairs.

The four of us then proceed to go back and forth for roughly 3 or so minutes about how it's rude for guests to sit on the floor vs. it's rude for the girls to sit on the floor.  Eventually, Sooyoung and I give in and we place ourselves back in our bean bag chairs while Mingi and Jungho sit on the rug.

"So," Jongho says after a few quiet seconds.  "Did you two know each other before coming here?"

"Oh yeah of course," Sooyoung says waving her hand towards me.  "We've known each other since grade school, actually.  Poor little Jae was sitting by herself at the lunch table until I, her savior, ever so graciously took pity on her and sat next to her.  The rest was history."  She says this last line with her hands in the air and a smug expression on her face.

"Right, something like that," I say, exaggerating my eye roll as best I could.

Both Mingi and Jongho laugh.

"What about you two?" I ask. "Did you guys know each other before moving here?"

"Yes we did," Mingi says.  "We're actually from not too far from here, so there's a lot of people from our hometown and high school that end up coming here for college."

"Wow, that must be really nice," I say

"Yeah, it's just the two of us from our tiny hometown!" Sooyoung says, reaching over from her bean bag to bring me in for a tight side hug, ignoring the still hot tea in my hands for the second time. "We don't know a single soul here!"

"Jesus, Soo I'm gonna spill this ."

"Well you know us now," Mingi says with another smile.

Sooyoung immediately lets go of me and directs all her attention to Mingi. "Well aren't we lucky," she says with a slight smirk, mostly directly towards Mingi.  

"We actually have a pretty big friend group that all ended up going here for school," Jongho adds.

"You're kidding," I say in disbelief.  It must be a relief knowing that you already have a set of established friendships going into college.  I couldn't stand being in my hometown any longer than I had to, but it would have been at least a little comforting to know more than one person at a large university like this.

"Well, where are they?" I ask.

Jongho pulls out his phone from his back pocket.  "Most of them don't move in until tomorrow since they're in different residence halls with a different move-in date," he says while casually scrolling through something on his phone.  "Here, let me check..."

"Wait, I thought Joonie and Mars moved in today.  Weren’t they in this building too?" Mingi asks Jongho.

"Let me look back through my texts, hang on," Jongho says, beginning to furiously scroll through the messages on his phone.

Sooyoung and I exchange a brief glance.

"11th floor, let's go," Jongho says after about a minute, looking up from his phone.

Mingi springs up from his seat on the floor and extends a large hand out towards Sooyoung, which she just stares at. "Come one, take it," he says to her.

"Uh.." she looks towards me again.

"We don't want to intrude on anything..." I say, slightly trailing off.  I look back and forth between Mingi and Jongho, who are both just staring down at us.  "I mean.. they're your friends..."

"Oh, don't be silly," Mingi insists, reaching down to grab Sooyoung's hand and pulling her to her feet.  She looked a little overwhelmed for someone who was so heavily flirting a minute ago.

"Come on, I'm sure they'd want to meet you," Jungho says, getting up from his seat on the floor. He gives me a reassuring glance.

So much for having a quiet, relaxing night in with my cup of tea I think to myself as I place the cup on the coffee table and get to my feet.

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[justniggatrynahelp]

The Gang As Girls (Headcanons)

Ponyboy:

-she’s so adorable omg

-has freckles

-her hair goes to the level of her shoulders

-Soda always makes the most adorable braids of her hair

-likes to craft all sort of stuff

-has flowercrowns she made herself

-she just loves adding stuff to anything

-got plain jeans? give it to her and she’ll make a miracle out of it!

-doesn’t like to show off

-wants to grow longer hair like her sister’s

-small bit jealous of Soda’s hair

-pretty tall for her age

-doesn’t like loud music

-kinda insecure about her freckles

-but everyone loves them and finds them so ultra super couper extra cute

-gets nervous while talking about her crushes

-johnny’s bff

-just the cutest girl you’ll ever meet

-won’t admit but loves The Beatles

-would marry all 4 of them

-no question

-they’re the reason she has bangs

-Two-Bit has all their albums and she’s so jealous

-she has a diary

-her favourite actor is Marlon Brando

-favourite actress is Audrey Hemburn

-there isn’t a movie on this planet that moves her world as “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

Sodapop:

-has long soft & shiny hair

-big baby eyes

-how does she do it???

-wears a lot of different hair clips

-uses hair spray

-takes good care of her nails

-everyone just loves her

-has a very weird fashion sense

-she can go from pink girly dress to guerrilla pants, denim jackets and big boots

-has a tini tiny crush on Steve

-no one knows it

-besides Ponyboy

-and he’s teasing her about it when they’re alone

-likes taking ponyboy’s stuff

-she still didn’t return that flowercrown she took last month

-Pony’s reminding her 24/7 that she has to give it back

-she acts like she’s keep forgetting to give it back

-she actually gave it to Steve

-so, Pony better say goodbye to your beloved flowercrown

-tried cooking

-failed

-Darry’s been on edge of nerves to learn her to cook

-nope

-still failure

-has a huge poster of Elvis in her room

-would sell her soul for it

-acts like she can wear heels

-no she cannot

Darrel:

-100% wonderwoman.

-she has hair which goes to the middle of her back but most of the time she keeps it in a tall ponytail

-usually wears baggy jeans and wide shirts

-COOKING LEVEL OVER 99999999

-makes the bEST brownies in whole Tulsa

-it’s like a social gathering whenever she makes brownies

-very protective of her sisters

-secretely knows about Pony’s “beatlemania” but won’t tell

-always there to save her sisters from any kind of trouble

-wishes they could do more stuff on their own

-cracks puns on a good day

-cracks pans against somebody’s head on a bad day (jk jk jk 😂)

-loves to get dressed real nice when going somewhere important

-her mother left her pearls and she wears them only on special occasions

-loves wearing bracelets

-for her last birthday Soda & Pony bought her a small box full of different bracelets

-each one for each day

-she was extremely happy with the present

-she wears them everyday, making sure they know how happy they made her with it

-Two-Bit is her bestie

-they didn’t hang out that much in since Darry started working

-she misses those days

-but they still get to hang out sometimes

-also listen to records

-she loves listening to The Who

-has 2 albums under her bed

-would wear bell bottoms 24/7

-makes her legs look longer

-plus comfortable & fashionable

Dallas:

-has boy-short hair

-has a blade in her backpocket

-cheekbones as high as her ego

-porcelain pretty clean face

-if you don’t count few bruises from last week’s fight

-not into girly style of dressing

-rocks leather jacket

-owns a collection of chokers

-has wild hair

-Johnny tried putting hair clips to make it look decent

-nope

-the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

-sometimes she goes out in a skirt

-rarely but it happens

-the girl got all the whisles

-and she punched every guy who even dared to say something about her look

-her favourite actor is James Dean

-she rewatched “Rebel Without A Cause” too many times

-feels kinda insecure about her teeth

-she tried not to smile too often

-Johnny noticed this and told her she has the prettiest & brightest teeth she ever saw

-since then Dally’s been laughing like crazy

-a huge fan of The Doors

-would kill if it meant she can go to one of their concerts

-has posters of Jim Morrison in her room

-and if you look a bit closer you can also see a few photos of Marilyn Monroe

-she absolutely adores her

-she and Johnny sometimes recreate scenes from “Some Like it Hot”

-of course, Dallas is going as Marilyn Monroe

- “I swear to god, if you tell anyone what we just did, not only I will beat you up, I’ll beat you up for good!”

- “You’ve got my word!“

-professional at doing makeup

-not many people know this since she only wears makeup during night’s out

-Soda is jealous of her skills

-has a small plant which is placed on her room’s window

-loves the plant

-she even caught herself singing to the plant so it’ll grow faster

Steve:

-a bit shorter than Soda

-has curly hair that goes a little above her shoulders

-loVES sweets

-specially anything with chocolate

-she looks tough & masculine

-but still adorable and effortless

-when she was younger she didn’t like her nose

-no one would even think about it but she she stood in front of a mirror, stared at her face and cried

-one time Soda came in and saw her crying in front of a mirror

-Soda walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug

-they sat in Steve’s room for few hours

-Soda didn’t wish to leave until Steve was completely satisfied with her look

-“Why would you even think your nose is ugly? It’s beautiful the way it is, just look at it! Look how beautiful is your whole pretty face!”

-since then, Steve hasn’t let even a tear

-her favourite movie is “Gilda”

-she’s a pro at fixing cars

-and she looks super cute in her working suit

-specially when she wraps a ribbon around her hair

-you wouldn’t even believe what kind of beauties work at DX

-there are times she walks out in a dress

-her favourite dress is dark blue with white dots all over it

-her favourite thing to wear on her head beside her ribbon is a flowercrown soda gave her a month ago

-simply loves wearing everything

-from all makeup, she only uses lipstick

-her car is the coolest car in whole Tulsa

-has her name written on back of it

-she dreams about being Rita Hayworth

Two-Bit:

-goofiest of all the gang

-has straight hair which comes to level of her shoulders

-her hair is most of the time tied in piggytails

-her dream is to go to Disneyland

-she’d take all her friends with her

-has a big jewerlly box she made herself

-she filled it with all kinds of badges

-she has her own collection of badges

-gang only knows about it

-she has all albums by The Beatles

-has no idea Pony is head over heels crazy about them

-she likes to wear denim jackets

-some of them has a mickey mouse drawn on them

-she likes to draw

-she made her own little comic series just like mickey mouse

-she called the comic: “Two & The Bit”

-she had nothing else on her mind so it was more than okay

-used to be very close with Darry

-hopes those days will be back again

-a big fan of color blue

-Paul McCartney is her idol

-John Lennon is her saviour

-the movie she enjoys watching is “Sabrina” with Audrey Hemburn

-she and Pony watched it together

-both fell in love with it

-Steve gave her a lolipop with Mickey Mouse’s face on it

-she stared at it so long

-she didn’t want to eat such a masterpiece

-but still ate it since Dally said he’ll eat it if she won’t

Johnny:

-her hair is little longer than Dally’s

-she has beautiful dark skin

-such a cutie beautie

-big dark eyes

-small nose with few smaller moles on her face

-she wears whatever she finds in her closet

-she and Pony are like the cutest duo in history

-she reads a lot

-her favourite book is “Sherlock Holmes”

-she watched every movie based on the book

-Pony lets her take some of her jewelly

-and Johnny lets Pony some of hers

-SLEEPOVERS

-she’s amazed by Pony’s designs, like the flowercrows she made

-Johnny even tried writing poetry

-she really likes Jimi Hendrix

-she knows the lyrics to all his songs

-she even got Dallas to listen to them with her

-she really admires Dally

-but thinks she should try to not get in so much trouble

-really quiet

-doesn’t like attention

-wishes she could get to go to London

-she loves doing impressions of Sherlock Holmes

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It’s My Birthday

Though the crowd swelled early, the tavern air stilled as the cool night waned. People huddled together in small clusters, talking in more and more hushed tones- save for the few people who’d imbibed too much.  

Darcy, alone, swirled the remains of her too-warm ale and took a small, bitter sip.  She hadn’t really wanted to drink ale so much as not to be alone with her thoughts.  She didn’t regret breaking things off with Ian at all, but every now and then ‘alone’ crossed the line to ‘lonely’. She missed her parents and old friends more at holidays and special days and found the bustle of strangers gave slight comfort.  She ran a finger through warming condensation on the old wood of the bar.  The punchline of a joke across the room put a slight smile on her face.

One of the men further down the bar finished his drink and stood, stretching, “Well, unlike you, I need sleep.  Hard to stay this handsome without it.”  

Darcy looked at him and ranked him as a stunner. The African American man had a gorgeous grin, as attractive to Darcy as his muscled forearms.  Darcy speculated to herself that he must sleep a lot, if that was what he attributed his looks to.  Dude was fit.

As he  tossed cash down on the bar in front of his friend, he looked around carefully.  “I got this. It’s almost the 4th.  Happy Birthday, Man.  G’night.”

Darcy turned her eyes to the seated man, an even more stunning, scruff-faced guy who offered a wry grin and a tip of his glass to his departing friend. 

“NIght, Sam.  Thanks.”  His accent was American, with a hint of Brooklyn.

The floor boards squeaked as the first man strode past.  He winked at Darcy, grinning as he noticed her ogling him and then his friend. She ducked her head.  Darcy cut another glance at the seated man.  Handsome.  His leather jacket creaked as he lifted his mug to full, sensuous lips.  He had nice hands, strong and capable looking. She nibbled at one of her own lips as naughty fantasies flitted across her mind’s eye.

After the bell on the door quieted, Darcy shifted down and turned towards the handsome stranger.  “Is today your birthday?”  Her face burned as her impetuous actions caught up with her. She held her breath, waiting to see if he would welcome her query or not.

He looked at her in a friendly manner, shook his head, and kept his voice low.  “Nope. It’s not quite midnight yet. Tomorrow.”  He shifted on his stool, averting his handsome face, cautious.

Darcy giggled, “Born on the 4th of July?  Who are you?  Yankee Doodle? Captain America?”  She felt anxiety charge the air between them as he tensed.  His blue eyes went wide for a second before he shook his head unconvincingly.  Darcy sucked in a quick breath.  “Wait. What? Get out!”  She studied his face carefully and nodded, recognizing the truth of her random guess.  “Oops.  You’re pretty nice looking for the world’s most wanted man.” 

His eyes crinkled for a second as rueful amusement showed clearly. “Please, don’t tell anyone...”

She snorted, “I don’t think the crime of wanting to help people and save the world is all that bad, Birthday Boy.”  She liked the half smile she’d put on his face.  The desire to see a full smile and hear him laugh put a twinkle in her eye. Goals.

The bell rang again as the door to the tavern squeaked open. A pair of policemen entered.  The elder looked exhausted and bored.  The younger officer approached a drunk at a table close to the door and tried to rouse him.

Scruffy-faced Captain America tensed and seemed ready to jump out the window.

Darcy touched the Captain’s muscled arm and slid her hand down to his.  “Hey!  I’m friends with Thor. He said you’re good people. I’m Darcy. I’m renting a room here, up the back stairs and easy to reach.  Need a place to hide? We can pretend we’re getting lucky.”  She hazarded another glance at the officers.  “Unless you prefer to reenact a scene where an American violently throws off British authority. I guess I get that. I mean...”

His gaze shifted quickly from the danger to her.  He sized her up quickly.  “You know Thor? And, you trust me?”  He grasped her hand in his and gave hers a squeeze  His hand was calloused and warm.

Butterflies fluttered to life in her belly. Darcy nodded as she stepped closer.  “Sure.” He stood still as she kissed his cheek and then wiped off the mark she left.  “That’s to build up to us leaving together and make it more believable.  Hope you don’t mind.”  He shook his head, gaze intent.  She shrugged.”I was sort of driving the car that hit Thor when he first landed in New Mexico.  I had just started as Jane Foster’s intern. And I was with them when the Dark Elves showed up here, too.”  Darcy pulled him along after her, heart pounding rapidly as he leaned closer and pulled her hair back so he could kiss her neck in a seductive way that sent tingles everywhere.  She’d never done what this looked like, dragged a man to her bed.  She suppressed a squeak as he stopped and pulled her against him.  She committed the feel of his body to memory.  A NICE memory to treasure.

“Call me Steve, please?  And, are you sure about this?  It’s awfully nice of you to want to help, but I’d hate to bring you trouble. And, I don’t mean to be inappropriate.”  He took a deep breath.  “Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable.”

Darcy nodded.  “Yup. Kiss me, Steve.”

He cupped one hand along the side of her face as their lips met.

Mae, the bartender, let out a low whistle, “Nice, Darce.  Nice.”

It was far more than nice. It was difficult to split her attention between acknowledging Mae, keeping an eye out for the Bobbies, and managing her response to Steve’s kiss. Darcy tried and failed to repress excited shaking.

Steve squeezed her hand again.  “Don’t be scared.”

A rueful laugh escaped.  “I’m not.”  She felt almost shy. His brow went up in surprise as he noted her blown pupils and she continued trembling. They made it to the hallway.  “Yes!  We’re almost there.”  She fumbled for her key and opened the door to the old staircase.  Creeping up the stairs ahead of him, Darcy hoped for the best.  It was quiet, save for the creaking of the old boards and their breathing.

Finally, they reached the safety of her room.  Darcy kicked off her shoes inside the doorway and hung her scarf on a peg.

Steve’s brow furrowed as he picked up a birthday card from the hall table just inside the door.  “Is today your birthday?”

As the clock struck twelve and the church bell down the road let out a single ring, Darcy’s phone began to play the song ‘Birthday’ by The Beatles.  She turned it off, stood back from Steve, and shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.  “It is, now.”

They both listened for sounds outside the room.  All was quiet.

He grinned teasingly, “4th of July?  Who are you, Yankee Doodle?”

Darcy laughed, “yep.  You caught me.”  She looked up at him, teetering between shyness and boldness.  She took a step closer to him and let her hands fall to her sides.

He looked down, “oops.”  Steve crossed the room and peered out the window.  “I think it may be safe now.  I don’t see flashing lights or hear commotion.”  His words held more than a hint of regret.

Darcy moved to his side.  “Oh.  Well...”  She took a deep breath and blurted with mock seriousness, “or, it could be a trick to lure you out.  You might be safer staying here a while.”  

He side-eyed her. “Yeah?” He shifted closer.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He smirked slightly, teasing, “What are your thoughts on private displays of affection?”

Darcy nodded, breathless.  “I’m in favor of them.  You?”

His hand brushed against hers again.  “I’m a fan.”  He cleared his throat.  “I’ve been critiqued, told I need to practice kissing more.  Sorry if...”

Darcy nearly choked on her laughter.  “Are you kidding me?  That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.  Maybe you’ve been kissing the wrong women.”  She was rewarded with the kind of full smile she’d hoped to see from him, blindingly pure and attractive.  

Her heart pounded faster as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lingeringly before letting it fall again to her side. “Maybe you’re right.  It was the best kiss I’ve ever had, too.”

Darcy’s eyes lit up.  “So, Birthday Boy... Happy Birthday, by the way.”

“Happy Birthday to you, too,” Steve whispered.  He finally turned from the window and faced her.  “I don’t even know your last name.”

“Lewis.”

He nodded.  “Rogers”  He held out a hand and they shook awkwardly. As their eyes met each saw longing in the face of the other.  He licked his lips.  “May I kiss you again?”

She nodded as she stood on tiptoe.  “You may.”  They were a tangle of eager lips and hands then, happy that the pleasure they found in each other’s kisses was not a one-time thing.  As they paused for breath, she admitted, “never invited a man to my room before.  I don’t really know how to do this.”

He leaned his forehead down against hers.  “Well, I’ve never had much of a clue when it came to dames or romance.”

They stared at each other, both teetering on the razor’s edge of indecision.  Then, he kissed her again and both sighed at the same time, “it’s my birthday.”  They laughed and kissed again.  

Darcy pulled him with her as they fell to her bed and resumed kissing.

fin