a bit of a long chapter i was too lazy to chop it up and i was like: you know what? fuck it. it's about time for a long-ish chapter.

734 words to be exact.

also, double dictionary :DDDD

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>>SACCHARINE<<

>>sweet or sentimental in a way that does not seem sincere or genuine<<

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"woah, john. the lyrics, christ, the emotions in this song are practically dripping from the page!"

"no sarcasm? at all?"

"no! really john, how do you think of there kind of lyrics?" stu asked, flipping the pages of john's notebook.

he shrugged. "inspiration."

"a muse, perhaps?" pete teased from the drumset.

john lit up a cigarette.

"you could say that."

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"ringo," george began, fingers running through his boyfriend's hair. "if someone would give you a cat, what breed would you want?"

"a cat? you'll give me a cat?" the smaller said excitedly, his blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

"maybe." george grinned toothily.

ringo snuggled against his chest. "i'll have to ask john about it. he knows a lot more about cats that i do."

"he's a cat person, then?"

ringo nodded. "he loves cats." he licked his dry lips. "i mean, i like cats but not as much as he does."

george hummed. "you guys seem to know each other well."

"we're best mates. and we live together in the same flat so..."

"that's not what i mean, ritch."

ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "what do you mean by that, george?"

he shook his head. "nevermind, lovely." he gave him a smile.

ringo frowned. "geo.."

he cut him off with his lips, silencing the words that were going to pour out of his mouth. ringo moaned in the kiss, heart fluttering in his chest as george cupped his cheeks.

george always knew how to shut him up.

"what time is john coming home?" george murmured as he placed quick kisses down ringo's neck.

"h-he wouldn't be--- ah--- home for another--- oh--- h-hour." he gasped when he felt him bite his collarbone. "oh fuck, oh christ, g-george---"

he pressed him further against the couch. and the second george kissed him again, ringo forgot all about the statement that they wouldn't spend their first time on a couch. especially john's couch.

fear rose slowly in him. what if john sees them?

"relax, lovely." george purred, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"s-sorry." he blushed, biting his lip as george slowly unbuttoned his blue shirt.

"you know you look really good in blue, right?"

ringo nodded, unable to form coherent words as george's cool lips brushed against the skin of his chest.

"t-take your shirt off." ringo pouted, tugging on george's denim top. "it's unfair that i'm the only one shirtless."

"okay." he laughed, shrugging off his shirt in a way that made ringo drool there and there. "you alright, ritchie?"

"i feel really fat compared to you." ringo mumbled, covering himself with a throw pillow.

"hey," george gently took his hand and kissed his knuckles. "you're fucking perfect already. you aren't fat, not even close to it. god, you're so beautiful."

he blushed madly at that, cheeks as red as the pillow he was holding to his chest.

a shy smile graced his lips. "really?"

george nodded, giving his knuckles another kiss.

"really."

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>>RESENTMENT<<

>>a feeling of anger or displeasure about someone or something unfair<<

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have you ever felt like the human equivalent of a pin cushion? to just stay quiet, silent, as people push needles into you?

that was how john was feeling right now.

and the single difference was that john wouldn't allow himself to just stay quiet. because pain demanded to be felt.

(whoever gets this reference will have a shout out next chapter!!)

"and here i thought you two wouldn't have sex before getting married."

ringo opened his mouth to say something but his slenderman of a boyfriend beat him to it.

"sod off, john." george practically growled, clearly pissed off that john stopped him from  coupling up with ringo. and truth to be told, john would get angry too if he was in his shoes.

his voice was dripping with sarcasm. "my bad. please continue."

ringo's eyes widened at that.

"john---"

and before ringo manage to finish, he was climbing up the stairs, feet thudding madly against the steps as the green-eyed monster started to grow and cloud his head.

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john's pissed.

like really fucking pissed.

furious, even.

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