#this is a warning to the 5 mutuals who don’t like The Beatles

[bewareofdarkness]

[ticketstomydaydreams]

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(All We Have: Part One)

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson are close friends and he invites you to move in to his house while you work on his record together

Word count: 1,580

Feels: Friendship Fluff for now

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of feeling depressed

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Home

Sia - Dressed in Black 

The Beatles - With a Little Help from My Friends

A/N: Throughout the series there will be changes to the timing of real life events like the pandemic, the release of certain songs etc. There's certain things I want to incorporate into the series, like particular events in MGKs life and lyrics from songs, so some stuff will get moved around to fit in to the story ✌️

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It had been a long evening working in Colson’s home studio, The Boulevard, with him and the gang on the upcoming Tickets to my Downfall album. To say your schedule was busy was an understatement, but Colson had insisted you get involved with the new material after the success of your work together on Hotel Diablo.

Composing music was your main gig, you had an ear for melody and your passion for writing meant you always had lyrics swirling around your head. You had a penchant for dark and melancholy lyrics, finding music to be a source of therapy for you. It was something you and Colson had instantly bonded over. He'd bugged you to list some of the stuff you'd written that he'd know and you had gained his professional respect immediately.

He always kept a close eye on your work, ever the supportive friend and had laid claim to your piece ‘Glass House’ as soon as he'd heard it.

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2019

You were sitting crossed legged on the sofa in your lounge, gently strumming your guitar and gazing off into space and mumbling to yourself, as you worked out some lyrics in your head. Colson was lying on the floor by your feet, scrolling through his phone with earphones in, a blunt in his hand that he occasionally passed up to you. This was a common set up, you found it easier to write in the peace and quiet and Colson has gradually started hanging out at your place more when he needed to focus on his own writing.

"All alone in the glass house, lie awake til the sun's out, pink sky when you come down…"

"Throw me in the damn flames, Bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames…"

You'd started singing out loud, occasionally stopping to scribble down lyrics and make adjustments, not noticing that Colson had removed his earbuds to listen to you

" Dude, that's hard, like, beautiful… " His comment made you jump slightly, you hadn't seen him propping himself up on his elbows, watching you intently "Sing that last bit again"

You blushed slightly, his opinion was always important to you, and started singing. He muttered to himself as you did, then pointed at you "Again!"

Letting out a little laugh and rolling your eyes, you sang again

"Throw me in the damn flames, bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames"

Colson's voice met yours at the end of the line, rapping softly "I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away"

You locked eyes, smiling and he sat upright. "Dude, Im'a need that hook! That spoke to me right there, I've think got something for it that I've been stuck on"

He looked so excited, your heart did a little flip. You'd seen that writing this album had taken it out of him, he'd been digging deep and really going through it emotionally. You could tell it was going to be raw and special from what you'd heard already.

He sat forward and moved the guitar from your lap so he could lean his arms on your knees and looked up at you shooting you puppy dog eyes with those baby blues "Pretty please Y/N"

You laughed and ruffled his hair, "Anything for you Col" Honestly, it'd be an honour to be part of such a personal project, you thought

He wrapped his arms round you and squeezed,

"You're a legend, kid. Get a sample recorded and send it to me!" He grabbed your guitar off the sofa and whipped back around, strumming a few chords as he carried on talking with his back to you, leaning against the sofa "This is gonna be fire, you always just hit the nail on the head, I swear it's like you're in my head sometimes"

You smiled, seeing the wave of motivation that had struck your friend. You felt so lucky to have a friend who was not only so inspiring, but one who 'got it', who understood that music was a form of release. Someone who recognised that it was important to feel these things, rather than encourage you to push dark thoughts away with toxic positivity.

He’d pushed to use your original samples on his record, but as much as you loved writing and singing, you were a behind the scenes kind of gal which had always suited you just fine. Naomi, a mutual friend of you both, came onboard to record them with him. A decision that turned out to be golden… 'Death in my Pocket' would be born not long after, with Naomi doing your lyrics such beautiful justice yet again, perfectly pairing with Colson's emotional rapping.

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From then on Colson had kept you close to his recording. You'd been helping here and there with composition and notation, but your production skills were what was taking centre stage during the most recent sessions. You had a long list of projects you were working through, leaving you chained to your equipment most days and nights anyway so throwing more music into your workload didn't seem like much of a big deal. In all honesty, the chaos of Colson’s studio and the revolving door of personalities that were in and out constantly, made it one of the most fun places to be. You loved what you did for a living and it never really felt like work Even though the guys were a real handful at times, you kind of enjoyed being the studio 'Mami' as they often affectionately referred to you

Everything had wrapped up for the evening and the guys had migrated back into the house. You could hear from the raucous that the drinks must have started flowing freely. You were saving your work and packing up your stuff when Colson bursts back into the studio and throws himself in a chair, spinning it around with his arms in the air.

"You staying for drinks Y/N?" he grins at you, clearly hyper and in party mode

You let out a big sigh "Urgh, I'd love to but I have an early start tomorrow. I finally managed to get an apartment viewing. I swear I've looked at a hundred places now, they get snapped up so quickly.. I've only got a few weeks left on my lease as well"

“Ah, that sucks kid” Colson empathises, spinning his chair again before an idea strikes him “Wait! Why don’t you move in here for a bit until you find a place? The guest room is pretty much your room anyway, the amount you crash here”

You laugh “This is true, that mattress is so much better than mine! Aw Col, that would honestly be so helpful, the stress of finding a place when I’m this busy is killing me. I don't know… You sure the guys won’t mind?”

Colson scoffs “Why would they mind? You practically live here anyway” he teases “I’m sure they’ll be just as stoked as I am at the thought of you joining the madhouse for a while”

Before you have a chance to respond, he stands up and throws his arms around you, squashing you into him tightly “That’s it decided Roomie. Another song in the bag and a new housemate, plenty to celebrate tonight!”

Wriggling out of his tight grasp, you laugh and in a deep voice shout “let’s goooooo” mocking his signature catchphrase. He flips you his middle finger and says “Kitchen, now”

Once you’re in the kitchen, Colson heads to get you a drink and grabs one himself. Appearing back at your side, he passes you your beer and then shouts out to the rest of the group,

“YO, meet our latest housemate, Y/N is moving in. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO”

Everyone in the kitchen lets out a big cheer, clearly pleased as he said they would be. Colson bends down and picks you up, swinging you around in a circle, spilling your drinks all over the both of you as you shout his name in mock annoyance, between giggles.

“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for” Rook laughs, clinking his drink against your now empty beer bottle once your feet are back on the floor

“It’ll be good to have another pair of hands around here, looking after you lot” Ashleigh chimes in, laughing and slapping Slim away as he pulls her hood up over her head, covering her eyes

It had been 5 years since you'd made the decision to move to LA, barely knowing a soul. You'd worked several jobs, jumped from place to place, worked your ass off to catch your break in the music business, sometimes feeling like the grind would never get you anywhere.

There had been times where you felt like you couldn't carry on, aching from trying to keep pace. The dream had felt like it was turning into a nightmare, as you tried to make ends meet, feeling so lonely in this enormous city.. but eventually you'd made these amazing friends who made you feel so safe and loved.

Now, there were times you had to pinch yourself just to make sure it was all real.

As you shake off some of the beer that's dripping from your hands, you look around the kitchen. Taking in the crazy, loveable bunch before you, your new housemates, you are filled with gratitude. You finally felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be…

Home.

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❌❌ Lace up!

[theweasleysredhair]

did i ever think i’d be making a post announcing 9k?? no, no i did not. i am completely overwhelmed, and so so thankful to each and every one of you! thank you for all your support, lovely comments, feedback, messages, and overall just sticking by me and continuing to follow my lil blog!! ❤️

to celebrate, i’ve put together my very first writing challenge!!

rules - please read before entering!:

1. you don’t have to follow me but it would be nice 🥰❤️

2. please keep it to the hp fandom!! i don’t mind what character you want to write for, as long as they appear in the harry potter franchise at least once!

3. you can write character x reader, character x character, character x oc - whatever inspires you!

4. maximum of 2 prompts and 1 trope/song per person! (and 2 people per prompt/song) just bc i’m unsure of how many people would be willing to join in!

5. please send me an ask with the prompts/trope/song you’d like to use, and what pairing you’re including so i can add it onto here!

6. SMUT IS ALLOWED AS LONG AS YOU ARE 18+, WITH ALL WARNINGS ADDED AND PLEASE ENSURE IT IS TAGGED PROPERLY!

7. please refrain from romanticising any kind of abuse, no incest, no student x reader, no minor x 18+, and this is a personal one for me, but please do not romanticise cheating in your fics or i unfortunately i might not be able to read! 😩

8. have fun!! writing is all about having a bit of fun and releasing your creativity - and creativity doesn’t have a timeline so write whenever you want!! there’s absolutely no deadline!

9. MAKE SURE TO TAG ME IN YOUR FIC, AND I’M ALSO TRACKING #twrh9kwritingchallenge too! if i don’t reblog/respond to your fic, please send me the link!!

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

angst:

1. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

2. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

↳ remus lupin x reader, @riddikulus--remus

↳ draco malfoy x reader, @dracosathenaeum

3. “Don’t you walk out that door!”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @band--psycho (Don’t Go Back There)

4. “Do you really think I’m happy?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

5. “They didn’t deserve you.”

6. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-“ “That was rhetorical.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

7. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

8. “We can’t keep doing this!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

9. “Shit, is that blood?”

↳ sirius black x reader, @breadqueen95

10. “Just leave me alone.”

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

11. “Did you even really love me?”

12. “I can’t do this without you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

13. “Please.”

14. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

15. “What did you do?”

fluff:

1. “I think I’m in love with you.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. “Because I love you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

3. “I could kiss you right now!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

4. “I love you, but stop talking.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @weasleyclaw

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

5. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

6. “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

7. “Give me attention!”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

8. “Oh my god... you’re in love with him/her!”

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

9. “You should just marry me.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

10. “Are you hitting on me?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

11. “You’re really bad at flirting, you know that?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

12. “You’re my best guess at perfect.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @gcdric

13. “Is that my sweater?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

14. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

↳ fred weasley x reader, @bolaurel (Flirtations Misinterpreted)

15. “You remembered?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @love-peachh (Cameras and crushes)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

smut: (you must be 18+)

1. “You’re so needy.”

↳ charlie weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

2. “I know you can be louder than that.”

3. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

4. “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @riddikulus--remus

5. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

6. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

7. “You know what I wanna do right now?” “What?” “You.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff (Born winner)

8. “I’m going to ruin you.”

9. “I want to fuck you on every surface in here.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

10. “Behave.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @darthwheezely

tropes:

1. fake dating

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. sharing a bed

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff

3. friends to lovers

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

4. enemies to lovers

5. exes to lovers

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

6. fwb to lovers

7. mutual pining

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

8. unrequited love

9. hurt/comfort

10. secretly dating

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

↳ ron weasley x reader, @acciotwinz

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

11. roommates

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

12. in vino veritas

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

13. poorly timed confession

14. soulmate au

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

songs:

1. i want to hold your hand ~ the beatles

↳ george weasley x reader, @wand3ringr0s3

2. i don’t wanna miss a thing ~ aerosmith

3. should i stay or should i go? ~ the clash

↳ george weasley x reader, @riddikulus--remus (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)

4. all about you ~ mcfly

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

5. can’t take my eyes off you ~ frankie valli

6. i wasn’t expecting that ~ jamie lawson

7. someone you loved ~ lewis capaldi

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

8. born to die ~ lana del rey

↳ fred weasley x reader, @valwritesx

9. this town ~ niall horan

10. three empty words ~ shawn mendes

11. hopelessly devoted to you ~ olivia newton-john

12. baby can i hold you ~ tracy chapman

13. if these sheets were the states ~ all time low

14. she will be loved ~ maroon 5

15. december ~ neck deep

↳ fred weasley x reader, @slytherinsunrise

16. goodbye my lover ~ james blunt

17. thank u, next ~ ariana grande

18. gives you hell ~ all american rejects

19. kiss me ~ sixpence none the richer

20. when i was your man ~ bruno mars

21. your song ~ elton john

↳ george weasley x reader, @harrysweasleys

22. still into you ~ paramore

23. just the way you are ~ bruno mars

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

24. yellow ~ coldplay

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

25. somebody to you ~ the vamps

[wincestisasincest]

2000 Man (A beatle!reader story) - Part 5: Fore!

A quick one, inspired by this picture. Beautiful.

As always, credit to @casafrass for inventing the concept of Beatle!reader, that mf idea that sister snatched my heart. 

Description: It’s the year 2000, and y/n, the fifth member of the Beatles, is advertising her new book, Madam Beatle, in her first interview of the year. We see snapshots of her life, from when she joined the band, to the trials and tribulations, to the death of the band, and everything in between. Loosely inspired by Slumdog Millionaire. 

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Head canons: None, I think, besides the general concept, this is just me spitballing. 

Words: 1465

Pairings: None? I mean, it’s the same as always, depending on how you view it, it can either be a pairing or a friendship.

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, golf

“There is this recurring, oh, let’s call it a motif, in the book, of the Rolling Stones.” 

“Yeah, this is one of the few cases in which popular opinion was actually correct. We really did see the Stones a lot.”

“Now, you were friends?”

“I’d say so, yes. Initially, we had something of a rivalry, I guess you’d call it, but even in those days, we still had a very deep reverence for each other. And, then, at one point, our managers decided that we should meet.”

“An interesting decision, yes?” 

“Well, you see, in our industry, competition isn’t unusual, but having enemies really can’t be an option. I think they wanted to actually have us meet face to face so our competitive energy couldn’t turn into blind hatred. Because that only leads to worse things.” 

“Hasn’t competition produced some great records?” 

“Yes, but it’s not really a prerequisite. All due respect, I really am against the idea that you need some sort of negative presence to properly be a musician, or make beautiful things. People just like focusing on that because it’s interesting, but really, as much songs have been motivated by joy as they have grief. I wish more people, especially aspiring artists, knew that.” 

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“They’re late.” Brian checked his watch impatiently. 

“What’d you expect?” John was lighting his cigarette.

“Their public personas are one thing, but there’s no need to be rude in private.” Brian huffed.

“Maybe, and this is crazy, but hear me out, their on-stage personas evolved from their own personalities.” You retorted as John courteously lit your own cigarette for you. 

“(Y/n), I’m really not in the mood for any of your back-talk. If you could kindly keep the sass to yourself, I think it would benefit all of us.” Brian retorted and John snickered. 

“You got in trouble.” 

“Shut up, John, I’m gonna go check out the bar.” You shifted your eyes up to Brian, expecting some sort of reprimand, though he just looked at you tiredly.

“Just don’t get drunk.” And with that, he paid you no more mind. It’s not nearly as fun when he doesn’t get offended, you thought. 

You turned on your heel and wandered off in the opposite direction, leaving John to flit over to Paul, George, and Ringo, who were pretending to know how to swing a club. You laughed to yourself. The benefit of being the only girl in the group is that when they did dumb guy business meeting things, you were not expected to participate. Another day of your life where you would not have to play golf. Thank god. 

You swung open the door to the bar and the air conditioner hit you in the face. The bar had an old-timey feel, all the way down to the bar tender cleaning a glass at the counter and a few mysterious strangers lined up on the stools. Might as well join ‘em. 

You plopped yourself on the stool the closest to the door and called the bartender over. 

“What can I do ya for, sweetheart?” 

“Vodka sour.” He nodded and whisked off behind the counter to fetch your order. You took a drag of your cigarette.

“Vodka sour?” A thick British accent floated from one of the stools. You spun around your seat, face to face with none other than Keith Richards, the guitarist for the Rolling Stones, and also one of the people that you were waiting on. 

“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.” You shrugged. If he wanted to play it coy, and act like you two don’t know each other, then he’s on.

He slid out of his seat and moved to the one directly next to you. The both of you were smoking and sizing each other up. Of course, if you wanted to ruin the fun, you could’ve asked why he was late. But you didn’t. 

“Vodka sour, Miss.” The bartender dropped your drink on the counter. You briefly turned back to him.

“Thanks, what do I owe you?” As you struggled to pull out your wallet, Keith took some money from the front pocket of his shirt and handed it to the bartender. He returned your startled look with a charming smile. 

“On me.” 

“Well now, I must be something special if I’m getting you to buy drinks for me.” You doused your cigarette in the ashtray and took a long sip.

“Nah, it’s just, I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He grinned.

“Feeling’s mutual. Perhaps I can buy the next one?”

“Oi, Keith, stop flirtin’ we got some bugs ta’ meet!” Another British accent, though this one a lot more harsh, cut through the room. 

Coming in from the alternate entrance was none other than the flamboyant, the one and only, the Romeon to your Juliet, Mick Jagger. Trailing behind him like ducklings was the Stones’ manager, Andrew Loog-Oldham, the bassist, Bill Wyman, the other guitarist, Brian Jones, and the dummer, Charlie Watts. 

“While you were sittin’ on your ass, Mick, I already got started!” He leaned back in his seat, revealing you sitting next to him. You flashed your million dollar smiled at the confused crowd. 

“It’s a pleasure.” You toasted to them across the room with your vodka sour, before finishing the drink off and leaving it on the counter.

Mick’s eyes slanted at you, and you could’ve sworn that you heard him purr. 

“A pleasure indeed.” He stalked across the room towards you, before gently taking your hand in his own and kissing your knuckles. You turned to Keith from the side. 

“See? He knows how to greet a lady.” Keith chuckled at your joke. 

“I apologize if our Keith has been forward at all, he can’t handle himself around birds, ‘specially those he fancies.” From what you already knew about Mick, you would never really know whether or not he was actually interested in you because he flirted with anything that moved. 

“The picture of a gentleman.” You smiled wryly. 

“Damnit, Keith. That’s against our image.” Brian teased, his blonde locks bouncing as his head moved. You giggled. 

“Well, I suppose we shouldn’t keep the others waiting? They’re out there pretending they know how to play golf.” The crowd laughed, yet again. You were on a roll. You got up from your stool, getting your footing on the floor, not forgetting to leave a tip in the jar, as you exited the building flanked by your biggest pop competitor. 

The image of their (y/n) coming up the hill with a group of men known for being disrespectful towards everything did set the lads on edge a bit. John was almost angry, Paul was concerned, George was curious, and Ringo was still focusing on his swing. Brian was just glad that these people had showed up on time. 

As the manager’s greeting each other with aggressive levels of formality, the group took to intermingling. 

“Not gonna lie, I thought you had just found some fans (y/n).” Paul started.

“You’d be correct. We are fans.” Mick put an arm around your shoulder. 

“Speak for yourself. I thought you were kidnapped.” John did that thing where he would say a joke, but you knew that there was real anger underneath. You silently prayed that John wouldn’t mess this up. 

“Oh, please. If anything I kidnapped them.” You psshed. 

“Does anyone actually know why we’re here?” Brian interluded, somewhat impatient with the formalities of the managers. 

“I think the football mums over there wanted us to play golf together? Because that’s what business people do?” John shrugged sarcastically, and the group chuckled. 

“Is now a bad time to tell them that I don’t think any of us know how to play?” George quipped quietly, though making sure that he was still included in the conversation.

“Speak for yourself, I think my swings improved.” Ringo demonstrated, narrowly missing the back of Brian’s head, though thankfully, Brian didn’t actually notice. 

“Yeah, if you’re tryna take someone out.” You smiled at Ringo, knowing full well that someone would die of a golf mishap before the day was over. 

“Speakin’ of takin’ out...” Mick looked back down at you flirtatiously. John had finally boiled over.

“Absolutely not. No.” He pulled you over to their side. Everyone giggled like a bunch of pre-teen boys, except for John, surprisingly.

“As a rule, (y/n) is off limits. Just business, lads.” He placed you behind him and Paul like a wall. 

“Imma big girl, Johnny. Just like you.” Talk shit, get roasted John. Though everyone was laughing, with several oohs interspersed between them, you could swear that Paul laughed unusually hard. 

“Alright you ten,” Brian returned to the group, “shall we get started?” 

“I just have one question, Brian,” Paul turned to face him, “how do you play golf?”

[getyouhoylake]

Top 10 Sweetest John Moments With Cynthia (Part 3)

Note (Please read): My apologies to everyone who originally liked/shared this post, only to have it be erased. Unfortunately I had to delete the original and upload it again, due to many unwanted/filthy Tumblr accounts liking/sharing this post. This is meant to be for Beatle fans and John&Cynthia fans. So I’m sorry for the inconvenience to all my followers who are true fans. With that said, here is the re-upload of part 3 of my countdown list. :)

Hello again my Tumblr buddies! It’s time to continue this countdown again. We’re in the halfway point!!! So let’s a take a look at….

Number 6: “What are you doing tomorrow? And the next day? And the next?��

 Consider number 6 as the entire day in which both love birds finally hook up. It’s great to see that at such a young age, both John and Cynthia had strong chemistry. The sexual tension between the two of them was apparent throughout most of the school semester. And although John made it clear a few times in the past that he fancied Cynthia, this was the first time that he managed to summon up the courage to have a dance with her. It was the end of the semester and the class was having a party. John went up to Cynthia and asked if she liked to dance with him. Although extremely nervous, she agreed, and the two love-strucked teens swayed to the tunes of romantics songs, while the rest of the students looked at them in utter surprise.

 John even got enough confidence to ask her out. Cynthia’s natural response to this question was not to John’s liking (she was already engaged to a boy back in Hoylake). Although I do think his initial reaction was a bit harsh (I didn’t ask you to f***ing marry me, did I!?“), I understand his anger. Not once throughout the entire school semester did Cynthia mention anything about her engagement, and now that he finally mustered up the courage to ask her out, she blurts out that minor detail. Yet this actually pushed him to later invite her to have a drink with him and his buddies. After sharing a few drinks together, they went out to spend some time together. And well…..the rest is history.

 This entire sequence of events plays like the final episode of a romantic sitcom. Our two leads, who have been hinting at their mutual attraction for a long time now, finally get together. And John is just a delight in this story. He shows off his rebel and tough side, but also let’s himself go in front of Cynthia. She particularly highlights the moment when they are in Stuart’s apartment and that when they were finally alone, John let go of his tough boy attitude. His softness came out, and it was quite beautiful. And yes…for those who haven’t heard this story, they did make love on their very first day…and as Cynthia says in her book, it lasted for an whole hour (DANG!).

 Also their first kiss is wonderful, as Cynthia says it’s one of the most passionate kisses she could ever remember (I’m so jealous right now). And then of course there’s John’s confession about lusting over Cynthia the entire semester, and officially nicknaming her “Cyn” (which I find it very touching and telling that he still called her that even after they broke up). But the cherry on top of this entire day was when they parted and Cynthia is on the train, waving goodbye. Then John asks her “what are you doing tomorrow? And the next day? And the next?”. And Cynthia replies, ���seeing you”. It’s really cute of John to be so madly in love. It brings out a layer of innocence that you don’t often associate with him, but it’s clearly showcased at this moment. He’s just so eager to be with her, that he can’t even wait for tomorrow and all it’s joys to come.

  Number 5: “Ain’t She Sweet” Serenade

As I stated earlier, both John and Cynthia hinted at their mutual attraction for one another throughout their school semester. For Cynthia, she went from brunette to blonde, since she overheard John mentioning that he loved blondes. However his feelings for her took some time to become apparent. But when they did, it was quite a treat. And for me personally, there’s nothing more romantic than a dude who serenades his lady.

One day after Lettering Class, Cynthia was the last student to leave the classroom. However, she wasn’t alone, as John was there with her, and his guitar in his hands. Then, like pure magic, John begins to sing “Ain’t She Sweet”… without warning at all. And as he plays and sings the song, it becomes very apparent that he’s not singing this song just for the heck of it. He’s singing this to her… He’s singing this FOR her (aaaannnddd cue the screaming fan girls).

 Cynthia once stated in an interview that this is one of her favorite memories of John. The sheer act of him singing for her was beautiful but also very spontaneous and embarrassing for a shy girl like her. She remembers turning red and making an excuse to leave the room as fast as she could. We don’t know John’s initial reaction to her response. Perhaps he was a bit disappointed that she basically ran out on him… But either way, the deed was done and after that moment, there was no denying that John Winston Lennon had fallen hard for the lovely Cynthia Powell (😍😍).

[mrepstein]

Melody Maker - August 5, 1967

The Epstein Interviews

Recently Beatles’ manager Brian Epstein talked at length to Melody Maker writer MIKE HENNESSEY. Because of the wide range of subjects outside music covered in these penetrating interviews, the Melody Maker may seem a curious vehicle for them. Yet while Brian Epstein, the manager of the Beatles, the most phenomenally successful artists in the history of popular entertainment, is well known throughout the world, far less is known about Brian Epstein the man. This remarkable series of interviews gives the very first in-depth portrait of the mind behind the man behind the Beatles.

Your recent admission that you have taken LSD has been attacked by some people as irresponsible in that it may influence young people to try the drug. What is your reaction to this?

Let me tell you the background to this. Paul rang me one Saturday to tell me that he had admitted to the Press that he had taken LSD. At that time I was very worried. I don’t think I slept that night and I thought about it all the following day. Then I came up to London on the Monday knowing that I was going to be asked to comment on Paul’s admission. I finally decided to admit that I had taken LSD as well. There were several reasons for this. One was certainly to make things easier for Paul. People don’t particularly enjoy being lone wolves; and I didn’t feel like being dishonest and covering up, especially as I believe that an awful lot of good has come from hallucinatory drugs. People tend to think of the San Francisco hippies as dirty and unhappy, but, in fact, they are doing rather better things than the people who lead our nation. Coupled with my admission was a warning that neither Paul nor I advocated the general use of LSD by all and sundry. We issued a statement to this effect. So my intention was, to a certain extent, to warn as well as to own up. There is also another factor in this. We wanted to help the cause of the Rolling Stones. It is particularly unfortunate that they should have been scapegoats.

What made you take LSD in the first place?

I’d heard a lot of good about it and I had sufficient understanding of it to know what I was doing. I had also read a lot about it.

Did you take it before the Beatles did?

No. But we are a closely knit circle and we influence each other. All five of us come from Liverpool and lived within a few hundred yards of each other. In fact, the circle is even wider because Neil, Mal, Alistair Taylor and Peter Brown are also from the same background.

How many times have you taken LSD?

About five times in the last 14 months.

Will you take it again?

I don’t know.

Did you “turn on” in the first place because you felt the need for drugs?

No, it was an experiment.

Have you ever smoked marijuana?

Yes, from time to time. I really believe that pot, marijuana or hash - whatever you like to call it - is less harmful, without question, than, say, alcohol. I think there is a terrific misunderstanding about marijuana and its effects. So many people have said it must be bad that this verdict is accepted without question and, of course, there is the malicious association between drugs and pop music. I think society’s whole attitude to soft drugs must eventually change. There is a parallel with homosexuality when that was a cardinal sin. Isn’t it silly that we have had to wait all this time for the reforming legislation to go through?

Do you, then, support the provisions of the new bill which legalises homosexual acts between consenting adults in private?

Of course! In fact, the majority of people do, I’m certain. You hear of very few prosecutions for homosexual offences these days.

To return to the question of soft drugs, do you not think there is a danger that the men who, supply marijuana, and who are also very often pushers of hard drugs like heroin and cocaine, will try to turn their customers on to the more expensive and more addictive hard drugs?

The laws governing soft drugs principally create the danger. But the danger exists already with alcoholics who turn on to hard drugs. I think, however, that the danger is remote in the present context. None of the people I know who smoke pot are interested in harder drugs. They are certainly aware of the dangers involved.

Did you have no apprehension when you took LSD and smoked marijuana that you might become addicted?

I did have some apprehension, but I took that risk. It was a calculated risk. But then I am in no way addicted to alcohol and seldom smoke cigarettes.

You know that LSD could have extremely damaging and sometimes fatal effects?

It is true that LSD affects different people in different ways. Some people are supposed to have bad experiences. There was a terrible programme on television the other night when a panel of so-called experts talked a lot of nonsense about the drug. People who have had a bad experience are really few and far between - certainly not as numerous as the people who have died from overdoses of alcohol. And in any case we don’t know the details of these cases. They may have mixed alcohol with LSD. I certainly didn’t feel I wanted to fly or jump off a ledge.

What did you feel?

The feeling is too impressive and personal to convey in words. I know that I have sometimes had too much to drink and felt awful and unpleasant the morning after. But I have never had a hangover from smoking pot or taking LSD. I think LSD helped me to know myself better and I think it helped me to become less bad-tempered.

Is bad-temperedness one of your failings?

Yes.

What are the others?

Well, I reproach myself most often for being bad-tempered and for being mean from time to time. When I’m rude or mean to somebody it takes me days to get over it.

Which failings do you dislike most in other people?

I dislike ignorance, pettiness and prejudice. On the other hand, egomaniacs don’t put me off. I think I, myself, have overcome a very large ego, so I’m very forgiving and tolerant of egomaniacs. There are a lot of them about and some of them are very brilliant and clever. I think this is the one failing one must be tolerant of. I also dislike dictatorship and I’ve never tried to dictate to my artists, although I’m aware that I command quite a bit of respect. The manager-artist relationship is one of mutual dependence and one of the most perfect relationships there has ever been, in my experience, is that which exists between the Beatles and myself. If I’d been domineering or dictatorial they would never had accepted me and it would have all gone wrong. You have to allow for freedom. You can easily be cut down to size in certain situations and you realise that humility is very important. When you waffle a great deal and it has no effect you realise that you have to modify your attitude.

Have the Beatles helped cut you down to size?

Yes, they influenced me - and I think I influenced them. They are, after all, the Beatles. I also think that LSD has probably lessened my ego.

You once told me in an interview some years ago that you were anxious to find some creative outlet. Do you still feel frustrated over this?

Whatever may have happened in the intervening time, I have learned to live with the idea that I’m the Beatles manager. I’m a creative person to a degree, but the biggest thing that has ever happened to me is the Beatles. I have overcome the feelings of frustration, but the Beatles always make an effort to involve me in what they are doing. And they do involve me. They wanted me to sit in on the TV thing, but I wanted to watch it come over on TV so I wasn’t there. And I’m still very nervous of cameras.

What is the thing you fear most in life?

Loneliness. I hope I’ll never be lonely. Although, actually, one inflicts loneliness on oneself to a certain extent.

[superfandomdqueensnook]

Roommates (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) Part 2

Part 2

A/N: Here’s the second part for you.Thank you @tatortot2701 for betaing.

Summary: I move in with Steve. We eat pizza with pickles on top.

Warning: Swearing

Word count:1,252

“So, how exactly did you find me? And how do you know I’m looking for a roommate? I have exactly been putting up posters ‘Looking for a roommate’,” Steve asked. Stepping back, giving me space, and gesturing for me to come through the door.

“Natasha. She’s one of our mutual friends, she told me that you were looking for a roommate,” I responded. Looking around the apartment. Cardboard boxes everywhere. Half-way done with the kitchen. Working on moving in then. The living room is spacey, there’s a flat screen TV “17, plush floral couch, matching loveseat, a desk with a lamp with a cream shade and a vinyl player. Flat screens are expensive, possibly Stark gave it to him. Furniture doesn’t look like it’s moved recently, so came with.

“You know Natasha?”

“Yes, we used to work together. Is that ‘Hey Jude’ by the Beatles?”

“Uh, yes. I suppose it is ‘Hey Jude’. Since you are here, you may as well look around. There’s two bedrooms, one bathroom with a shower and bath, a living room, and kitchen.”

“It’s spacey. How long have you been here? Is this a recent purchase?” Walking through doorway, turning to the left into the kitchen. Silver Samsung stove, fridge, and dishwasher. Stove on the far side of the kitchen, fridge in the far left corner from the doorway to the living room, dishwasher right side of the sink, near the doorway. Plateau in the middle of the kitchen. Nice setup.

“Uh, not long, 5 weeks. Yes, my friend bought it for me.”

“It’s nice, cute.” Nodding to myself, it’s a cute place.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Your welcome. If we’re going to be roommates we should get to know each other, but first I have to grab my stuff from my car.”

~~~~

“This is all?” Steve asked, astonished looking at my two duffel bags of things.

“Yeah, and as you can probably guess. One’s is weapons and accessories and the other is clothes.”

“Weapons? That many?”

“Yeah, remember I used to work with Nat. Some of them are souvenirs and toys.”

“Toys?” Steve looked at me with a strange look.

Laughing, “Not that kind. Who knew you were so dirty minded? Or did someone corrupt you?” Not letting him answer I continued, “I meant like bobble heads and such. Maybe a few…” Pause for effect and lowered my voice. Tilting my head closer to his ear, “Spy kind of toys.”

“Oh, those kind. I guess it was probably Tony and Clint who- what did you say corrupted me?”

“I should’ve of guessed. Clint tends to do that. God, I have some many stories on him. Some I could even use to blackmail him with.” Steve started chuckling, causing his -fricking broad and sexy, hmm don’t mind me- shoulders to shake slightly.

“Wow, you’re a blackmailer now?”

Snorting I responded, “Nah, not really at least not right now.” Winking at him, with coy smile playing at my lips.

We arrived at 3-A. “Here you go milady.” Steve said, opening the door for me. “I can pack one of your bags, you know.”

“I know. But I can handle myself. Thank you anyways, good Sir.” I continued by him inside. Pausing, “Which room is mine?”

“First on the left just past the bathroom.”

“Thanks.” Throwing the expression of gratitude over my shoulder as I walked to my new room.

Looking inside the room, there was a bed in the far corner of the room, with a set of blue blankets and sheets, a oak dresser with a mirror and lamp on the top next to the bed, the closet in the opposite corner and the right far corner from the doorway, to the left of me there was a mahogany desk, and a bookshelf.

Dropping my bags at the of the bed. I sat down on the bed.

~~~~

“Hey?” A soft voice broke through the cloud of sleep.

“Mmmm…. Five more minutes, Nat,” I groaned. Someone shook my shoulder. Opening my eyes, the bleary man with sunshine for hair, standing over.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that there’s pizza here. If you want to eat that is.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess I feel asleep.” Stretching, I could hear my back and neck popping. Yipes! It’s a terrible idea to fall asleep in the middle of the day it off sets your sleep cycle. Following Steve back into the living room, I could smell the pizza. Hawaiian, pepperoni, and dill ‘n’ special. Mmmmm…. Someone’s been feeding him my favorites or he just happens to like the same. I highly doubt it’s a coincidence. Life’s rarely so lazy.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you by getting to me by my stomach or something?” Because it’s really working, I love pizza!!! Ah…

“What? No! I just figured you would be hungry. Nat mentioned you liked pizza, and I really need a roommate.”

“Ah! Bribery to get me to stay! Well, I can confirm that you are going a great job at it. If you are, than you’re doing a great job at it! Just for confirmation, we’re doing 50/50 for paying the rent.”

“Yeah, 50/50.”

“If you don’t mind me asking why do you need a roommate? I don’t mean to pry, but-”

“It;s fine. You can pry, it’s sorta in you nature anyway. You are a spy after all. The reason I need a roommate is to help me pay for the apartment and someone to look after it in case there’s an emergency mission or something like that happens.”

Narrowing my eyes, “One you spend way too much time around Tasha and some of us spies do have manners in our everyday life. Two, I get it and like in-case you forget your keys or you need someone to make sure you get home. I good with staying if you’re good with my being here. I’ll do my best not to bother you and stay out of your way, but if you need my help you can talk to me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.”

“Alright. Thanks for the offer.”

“Since we’re here and there’s food. We may as well get to know each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Taking a bite of the dill ‘n’ special. I unashamedly admit that I may of moaned slightly. Steve smiles(What a stunning smile, but he’s still an ass.) “That good huh?”

“Yes. Pickles make everything better.”

“What about….”  Steve steepled his fingers under his chin, thinking. Makes me think of Sherlock. “Potatoes, cake, cookies-”

“Depends on how you’re making the potatoes, what kind of cake, and what kind of cookies, and sweets and omelets, etc.” I said snapping my fingers.

Snorting, Steve stated, “Sounds like you’ve already had this argument.”

“Many times, young padawan. Many times.” Imitating Yoda.

“What?” Steve looked confused.

“Oh come on, you don’t know Star Wars. At least know of Star Wars, I mean after all I’m currently a disappointment because I haven’t watched the movies yet, but I know of it.”

“It’s on my list to watch.”

“As soon as I can rent the movies we are watching them!”

“Alright.” Steve smiled. Checking my watch, I realized it was almost 10 pm already. Jeez, when did the pizzas get here.

“It’s late. I have to work tomorrow. I better hit the sack.”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Guten Nacht, котенок.”

“What did you just say?”

“Good night, roomie.” I responded, partially lying. I said, “Good night, kitten.”

“Ah. Good night.”

Translations:

“Guten Nacht, котенок.” = Good night, Kitten.

@tatortot2701 @iwillbeinmynest

[superfandomqueen]

Roommates (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2

Part 2

A/N: Here’s the second part for you.Thank you @tatortot2701 for betaing.

Summary: I move in with Steve. We eat pizza with pickles on top.

Warning: Swearing

Word count:1,252

“So, how exactly did you find me? And how do you know I’m looking for a roommate? I have exactly been putting up posters ‘Looking for a roommate’,” Steve asked. Stepping back, giving me space, and gesturing for me to come through the door.

“Natasha. She’s one of our mutual friends, she told me that you were looking for a roommate,” I responded. Looking around the apartment. Cardboard boxes everywhere. Half-way done with the kitchen. Working on moving in then. The living room is spacey, there’s a flat screen TV “17, plush floral couch, matching loveseat, a desk with a lamp with a cream shade and a vinyl player. Flat screens are expensive, possibly Stark gave it to him. Furniture doesn’t look like it’s moved recently, so came with.

“You know Natasha?”

“Yes, we used to work together. Is that ‘Hey Jude’ by the Beatles?”

“Uh, yes. I suppose it is ‘Hey Jude’. Since you are here, you may as well look around. There’s two bedrooms, one bathroom with a shower and bath, a living room, and kitchen.”

“It’s spacey. How long have you been here? Is this a recent purchase?” Walking through doorway, turning to the left into the kitchen. Silver Samsung stove, fridge, and dishwasher. Stove on the far side of the kitchen, fridge in the far left corner from the doorway to the living room, dishwasher right side of the sink, near the doorway. Plateau in the middle of the kitchen. Nice setup.

“Uh, not long, 5 weeks. Yes, my friend bought it for me.”

“It’s nice, cute.” Nodding to myself, it’s a cute place.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Your welcome. If we’re going to be roommates we should get to know each other, but first I have to grab my stuff from my car.”

~~~~

“This is all?” Steve asked, astonished looking at my two duffel bags of things.

“Yeah, and as you can probably guess. One’s is weapons and accessories and the other is clothes.”

“Weapons? That many?”

“Yeah, remember I used to work with Nat. Some of them are souvenirs and toys.”

“Toys?” Steve looked at me with a strange look.

Laughing, “Not that kind. Who knew you were so dirty minded? Or did someone corrupt you?” Not letting him answer I continued, “I meant like bobble heads and such. Maybe a few…” Pause for effect and lowered my voice. Tilting my head closer to his ear, “Spy kind of toys.”

“Oh, those kind. I guess it was probably Tony and Clint who- what did you say corrupted me?”

“I should’ve of guessed. Clint tends to do that. God, I have some many stories on him. Some I could even use to blackmail him with.” Steve started chuckling, causing his -fricking broad and sexy, hmm don’t mind me- shoulders to shake slightly.

“Wow, you’re a blackmailer now?”

Snorting I responded, “Nah, not really at least not right now.” Winking at him, with coy smile playing at my lips.

We arrived at 3-A. “Here you go milady.” Steve said, opening the door for me. “I can pack one of your bags, you know.”

“I know. But I can handle myself. Thank you anyways, good Sir.” I continued by him inside. Pausing, “Which room is mine?”

“First on the left just past the bathroom.”

“Thanks.” Throwing the expression of gratitude over my shoulder as I walked to my new room.

Looking inside the room, there was a bed in the far corner of the room, with a set of blue blankets and sheets, a oak dresser with a mirror and lamp on the top next to the bed, the closet in the opposite corner and the right far corner from the doorway, to the left of me there was a mahogany desk, and a bookshelf.

Dropping my bags at the of the bed. I sat down on the bed.

~~~~

“Hey?” A soft voice broke through the cloud of sleep.

“Mmmm…. Five more minutes, Nat,” I groaned. Someone shook my shoulder. Opening my eyes, the bleary man with sunshine for hair, standing over.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that there’s pizza here. If you want to eat that is.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess I feel asleep.” Stretching, I could hear my back and neck popping. Yipes! It’s a terrible idea to fall asleep in the middle of the day it off sets your sleep cycle. Following Steve back into the living room, I could smell the pizza. Hawaiian, pepperoni, and dill ‘n’ special. Mmmmm…. Someone’s been feeding him my favorites or he just happens to like the same. I highly doubt it’s a coincidence. Life’s rarely so lazy.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you by getting to me by my stomach or something?” Because it’s really working, I love pizza!!! Ah…

“What? No! I just figured you would be hungry. Nat mentioned you liked pizza, and I really need a roommate.”

“Ah! Bribery to get me to stay! Well, I can confirm that you are going a great job at it. If you are, than you’re doing a great job at it! Just for confirmation, we’re doing 50/50 for paying the rent.”

“Yeah, 50/50.”

“If you don’t mind me asking why do you need a roommate? I don’t mean to pry, but-”

“It;s fine. You can pry, it’s sorta in you nature anyway. You are a spy after all. The reason I need a roommate is to help me pay for the apartment and someone to look after it in case there’s an emergency mission or something like that happens.”

Narrowing my eyes, “One you spend way too much time around Tasha and some of us spies do have manners in our everyday life. Two, I get it and like in-case you forget your keys or you need someone to make sure you get home. I good with staying if you’re good with my being here. I’ll do my best not to bother you and stay out of your way, but if you need my help you can talk to me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.”

“Alright. Thanks for the offer.”

“Since we’re here and there’s food. We may as well get to know each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Taking a bite of the dill ‘n’ special. I unashamedly admit that I may of moaned slightly. Steve smiles(What a stunning smile, but he’s still an ass.) “That good huh?”

“Yes. Pickles make everything better.”

“What about….”  Steve steepled his fingers under his chin, thinking. Makes me think of Sherlock. “Potatoes, cake, cookies-”

“Depends on how you’re making the potatoes, what kind of cake, and what kind of cookies, and sweets and omelets, etc.” I said snapping my fingers.

Snorting, Steve stated, “Sounds like you’ve already had this argument.”

“Many times, young padawan. Many times.” Imitating Yoda.

“What?” Steve looked confused.

“Oh come on, you don’t know Star Wars. At least know of Star Wars, I mean after all I’m currently a disappointment because I haven’t watched the movies yet, but I know of it.”

“It’s on my list to watch.”

“As soon as I can rent the movies we are watching them!”

“Alright.” Steve smiled. Checking my watch, I realized it was almost 10 pm already. Jeez, when did the pizzas get here.

“It’s late. I have to work tomorrow. I better hit the sack.”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Guten Nacht, котенок.”

“What did you just say?”

“Good night, roomie.” I responded, partially lying. I said, “Good night, kitten.”

“Ah. Good night.”

Translations:

“Guten Nacht, котенок.” = Good night, Kitten.

@tatortot2701 @iwillbeinmynest

[superfandomqueen]

Roommates (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2

Part 2

A/N: Here’s the second part for you.Thank you @tatortot2701 for betaing.

Summary: I move in with Steve. We eat pizza with pickles on top.

Warning: Swearing

Word count:1,252

“So, how exactly did you find me? And how do you know I’m looking for a roommate? I have exactly been putting up posters ‘Looking for a roommate’,” Steve asked. Stepping back, giving me space, and gesturing for me to come through the door.

“Natasha. She’s one of our mutual friends, she told me that you were looking for a roommate,” I responded. Looking around the apartment. Cardboard boxes everywhere. Half-way done with the kitchen. Working on moving in then. The living room is spacey, there’s a flat screen TV “17, plush floral couch, matching loveseat, a desk with a lamp with a cream shade and a vinyl player. Flat screens are expensive, possibly Stark gave it to him. Furniture doesn’t look like it’s moved recently, so came with.

“You know Natasha?”

“Yes, we used to work together. Is that ‘Hey Jude’ by the Beatles?”

“Uh, yes. I suppose it is ‘Hey Jude’. Since you are here, you may as well look around. There’s two bedrooms, one bathroom with a shower and bath, a living room, and kitchen.”

“It’s spacey. How long have you been here? Is this a recent purchase?” Walking through doorway, turning to the left into the kitchen. Silver Samsung stove, fridge, and dishwasher. Stove on the far side of the kitchen, fridge in the far left corner from the doorway to the living room, dishwasher right side of the sink, near the doorway. Plateau in the middle of the kitchen. Nice setup.

“Uh, not long, 5 weeks. Yes, my friend bought it for me.”

“It’s nice, cute.” Nodding to myself, it’s a cute place.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Your welcome. If we’re going to be roommates we should get to know each other, but first I have to grab my stuff from my car.”

~~~~

“This is all?” Steve asked, astonished looking at my two duffel bags of things.

“Yeah, and as you can probably guess. One’s is weapons and accessories and the other is clothes.”

“Weapons? That many?”

“Yeah, remember I used to work with Nat. Some of them are souvenirs and toys.”

“Toys?” Steve looked at me with a strange look.

Laughing, “Not that kind. Who knew you were so dirty minded? Or did someone corrupt you?” Not letting him answer I continued, “I meant like bobble heads and such. Maybe a few…” Pause for effect and lowered my voice. Tilting my head closer to his ear, “Spy kind of toys.”

“Oh, those kind. I guess it was probably Tony and Clint who- what did you say corrupted me?”

“I should’ve of guessed. Clint tends to do that. God, I have some many stories on him. Some I could even use to blackmail him with.” Steve started chuckling, causing his -fricking broad and sexy, hmm don’t mind me- shoulders to shake slightly.

“Wow, you’re a blackmailer now?”

Snorting I responded, “Nah, not really at least not right now.” Winking at him, with coy smile playing at my lips.

We arrived at 3-A. “Here you go milady.” Steve said, opening the door for me. “I can pack one of your bags, you know.”

“I know. But I can handle myself. Thank you anyways, good Sir.” I continued by him inside. Pausing, “Which room is mine?”

“First on the left just past the bathroom.”

“Thanks.” Throwing the expression of gratitude over my shoulder as I walked to my new room.

Looking inside the room, there was a bed in the far corner of the room, with a set of blue blankets and sheets, a oak dresser with a mirror and lamp on the top next to the bed, the closet in the opposite corner and the right far corner from the doorway, to the left of me there was a mahogany desk, and a bookshelf.

Dropping my bags at the of the bed. I sat down on the bed.

~~~~

“Hey?” A soft voice broke through the cloud of sleep.

“Mmmm…. Five more minutes, Nat,” I groaned. Someone shook my shoulder. Opening my eyes, the bleary man with sunshine for hair, standing over.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that there’s pizza here. If you want to eat that is.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess I feel asleep.” Stretching, I could hear my back and neck popping. Yipes! It’s a terrible idea to fall asleep in the middle of the day it off sets your sleep cycle. Following Steve back into the living room, I could smell the pizza. Hawaiian, pepperoni, and dill ‘n’ special. Mmmmm…. Someone’s been feeding him my favorites or he just happens to like the same. I highly doubt it’s a coincidence. Life’s rarely so lazy.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you by getting to me by my stomach or something?” Because it’s really working, I love pizza!!! Ah…

“What? No! I just figured you would be hungry. Nat mentioned you liked pizza, and I really need a roommate.”

“Ah! Bribery to get me to stay! Well, I can confirm that you are going a great job at it. If you are, than you’re doing a great job at it! Just for confirmation, we’re doing 50/50 for paying the rent.”

“Yeah, 50/50.”

“If you don’t mind me asking why do you need a roommate? I don’t mean to pry, but-”

“It;s fine. You can pry, it’s sorta in you nature anyway. You are a spy after all. The reason I need a roommate is to help me pay for the apartment and someone to look after it in case there’s an emergency mission or something like that happens.”

Narrowing my eyes, “One you spend way too much time around Tasha and some of us spies do have manners in our everyday life. Two, I get it and like in-case you forget your keys or you need someone to make sure you get home. I good with staying if you’re good with my being here. I’ll do my best not to bother you and stay out of your way, but if you need my help you can talk to me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.”

“Alright. Thanks for the offer.”

“Since we’re here and there’s food. We may as well get to know each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Taking a bite of the dill ‘n’ special. I unashamedly admit that I may of moaned slightly. Steve smiles(What a stunning smile, but he’s still an ass.) “That good huh?”

“Yes. Pickles make everything better.”

“What about….”  Steve steepled his fingers under his chin, thinking. Makes me think of Sherlock. “Potatoes, cake, cookies-”

“Depends on how you’re making the potatoes, what kind of cake, and what kind of cookies, and sweets and omelets, etc.” I said snapping my fingers.

Snorting, Steve stated, “Sounds like you’ve already had this argument.”

“Many times, young padawan. Many times.” Imitating Yoda.

“What?” Steve looked confused.

“Oh come on, you don’t know Star Wars. At least know of Star Wars, I mean after all I’m currently a disappointment because I haven’t watched the movies yet, but I know of it.”

“It’s on my list to watch.”

“As soon as I can rent the movies we are watching them!”

“Alright.” Steve smiled. Checking my watch, I realized it was almost 10 pm already. Jeez, when did the pizzas get here.

“It’s late. I have to work tomorrow. I better hit the sack.”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Guten Nacht, котенок.”

“What did you just say?”

“Good night, roomie.” I responded, partially lying. I said, “Good night, kitten.”

“Ah. Good night.”

Translations:

“Guten Nacht, котенок.” = Good night, Kitten.

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