Sweet Giggles and Cold Toes | G/RTitle: Sweet Giggles And Cold ToesSweet Giggles and Cold Toes | G/R by irishm8
Pairing: Starrison | G/R
Rating: K++ (There is like one cusssss-)
Author: HistoryGeek1-0-1 (Mwah)
Summary: Sweet Kisses are nice. Even better after a fit of giggles and tickles.
Smacking his lips, Ringo’s eyes slowly opened. His vision was unfortunately blurred at the dimmed room. Bright sunlight was blocked back from the tight curtains, only hinting it was at least day time.
As Ringo blinked, rubbing his eyes, he stretched. He was slightly surprised, for a split second, as his hand stretched onto a warm figure. His mind then realized the big lump that was indeed snoring was George.
His lips couldn’t hold back a smirk, turning on his side as his eyes finally adjusted. His eyes landed upon a mouth opened George, hair slightly a mess from rolling around and nose scrunched up.
Ringo’s smirk only messed up as he snickered at the pure sight of the younger male. He looked like a child as he slept, which was quite adorable from Ringo’
Across The UniverseAcross The Universe by rosetylah
John sighs into the microphone, sitting on a stool with his guitar. He looks around the studio to glance at George, snacking away on something nervously. John decides not to wonder what is stressing the young guitarist, and looks at Ringo instead. Ringo is fiddling with his rings, and switches to beat on his snare drum once or twice before going back to fiddling. Paul walks in front of John's view, almost sassily, which kind of makes John want to laugh. But he doesn't. No one laughs in this studio anymore. He turns behind him and smiles wearily at his loving girlfriend, Yoko, before turning back around. "Across the Universe, take one." he mumbles into the mic, once everyone has gone back to their instruments. John plays the opening notes and goes into the chords. Memories flow back into his mind as soon as it starts.
'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe'
"John, we're doing it my way!" Paul yelled,
Fortune CookiesFortune Cookies by rosetylah
"God, that Chinese food was great!" John cried as he rubbed his stomach, just finishing his dinner.
The other three Beatles grinned and nodded, George burping and muttering, "'Scuse me." Ringo laughed as he pulled out four fortune cookies from the takeout bag.
John swiped his right out of the drummer's hand, and didn't bother removing the piece of paper that held his fortune while he stuffed it in his mouth. Paul sighed and leaned over to John, prying his lips open and pulling the fortune out. He hastily wiped the paper on his sweatervest, not wanting John germs.
"Don't mix business with pleasure," Paul read before John could take his fortune out and try to read it without his glasses.
He smirked, "Well there goes our pre-concert fucks, Macca."
George giggled and grabbed his next, cracking the cookie open and reading his fortune.
"Sheet phwep?" He stared at the slip of paper, not understanding what the hell that meant. He turned it over, trying to decipher the words, but the other side
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"P-Paul?" George poked the heavily sleeping figure in the side, and got only a
muffled "Hmm?" in return.
"PAWLIE!" the younger man shoved Paul violently enough
for him to almost fall out of the bed. Almost.
The bassist regained his balance before he tumbled over the side, and glared at George. "What do ye want? It's like 6 in the morning!" he asked, adding a yawn afterward for effect.
George put his puppy dog face on, and replied, "I can't find my camera! Have ye
seen it?" Paul groaned.
That's what he woke Paul up for? His camera?
"Ye got money, go buy yerself a new one." Paul stated bluntly, before turning over
and pulling the covers above his head once more.
George sighed when he heard the gentle snores come out of the bassist, and moved back to his own bed.
Paul didn't understand! This wasn't just any camera.
"No Georgie, it's not time for funny faces. Stand closer to Peter, he won't bite." George's
Your lossJohn was shaking. This was his first day at a new job being an assistant marketing director for children's toys. The young man, twenty-two at the most, walked quietly down the hallway to the meeting room, his shoes making the only noise.Your loss by rosetylah
He opened the door, and was greeted warmly by a man who he assumed to be his boss. "Welcome to the semi-annual sum-up meeting, I am Mr. Harrison. Please take your seat at that end beside Richard." He pointed to a short man who nodded, and John went to sit down beside him.
"Now, I have an idea for a grand new toy that all of the little boys will adore, and we will greatly profit from!" the boss exclaimed, and took what looked like a Transformer toy out from underneath the table.
"We'll call them Carbots, because they transform from cars into robots!" John glared at the ripped-off toy angrily.
"Ah, yes. So you did look at the surveys I conducted from the nine year old boys, I assume sir?" Richard asked proudly.
"Yes, I did, good job!" Mr. Harrison smiled
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