what the hell is a john harrison

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“In fact, what happened was Harrison and I both began to drink and at some point early on I said, “Do you want to see me do an imitation of you?” Harrison didn’t walk, he swaggered, like John Wayne in slow motion – taking his seemingly bad attitude for a walk. To depict this, I moved out of sight and after a moment reappeared, strolling as he strolled, sauntering my way into whatever fresh hell I found myself. I’d become him, disenchanted Lord Ford, master of all he surveyed. I hadn’t looked at Harrison yet to see how my portrayal of him was going over – too busy appearing indifferent and impatient with my surroundings. As I continued to portray his inner monologue, I finally let at least one of my eyes slide wearily to his face and saw that he was not only laughing, he was laughing that silent and hard laugh reserved for true enthusiasm. Almost 40 years later, I still think of it as one of the greater moments of my life.”

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Pairing: Oliver Queen x sister!figure reader 

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of blood. 

Summary: Reader goes off to catch a drug dealer after Oliver has told her multiple times not to. This leads to an angry Oliver and a punishment. 

A/N: this kinda sucks but I submitted it for an assignment so I needed more of a conflict between the two. Let me know what you think!!!


I was sitting at the computer waiting. It was awful. I was bored, and hungry. There was nothing stopping me from going upstairs and getting something to eat, but I didn’t want to leave and miss out on an opportunity to help. I’ve been itching for that moment for God knows how long. It’s killing me having to sit on the sidelines.

           It felt like ages since Oliver and Barry had left. I wanted to go with them, but of course Oliver denied. I’m not related to Oliver, but our mothers were very close, therefore I was like another sister to Oliver. He took me in when my mother passed away from Leukemia. It was something we had in common – mourning over our dead mother’s. He’s always been over protective of me, denying me any chance I had to get myself into trouble. And it seems this has been happening even more now that his blood sister, Thea, is moved out and gone.

           With Oliver being the Green Arrow, he’s trained me to fight. He did it initially so that I could defend myself. Never did he think that I’d be asking to go on missions with him. I understand he wants me safe, but he knows I can fight. I’ve even taught myself a few things he doesn’t know about.

           “How long have they been gone,” I asked Felicity, Oliver’s wife.

           “I don’t know, but all the coms are dead. I can’t hear a thing from them. I can’t even see their positions inside the buildings. All the signals have been disconnected. I’ve tried everything I could to get them back up.” A mission to bring down a drug cartel without communications was not safe at all.

           Felicity was an amazing tech wiz. If she couldn’t find a way to bypass something, then no one could.

           I sighed. “I wish Oliver would have let me go with them. This could have been finished with by now.” Just as I let those sentences out, I heard footsteps behind me.

           “And I’ve told you why I won’t let you go, (Y/N).” There he was, Oliver, and Barry aka The Flash. Not a scratch on either one of them. I ignored his comment.

           “What happened down there,” Felicity asked.

           “The walls are made of four layers of concrete,” Barry started. He was lanky, which helped make him fast. I stared at the scarlet speedster as he spoke. “No signal was getting passed that. By the time we found our way, Maverick was getting away.”

           “The fastest man alive couldn’t stop him,” I interjected.

           “Not when the fastest man alive is compromised with a giant machine gun that would kill your brother. It was Olly’s life or Maverick.”

           I looked at Oliver, his green latex hood draping behind his back. He put his bow down, and stashed his quiver away in it’s cubby hole. The Arrow layer was mostly gray walls with a bunch of tech around that Felicity uses to help Oliver through the missions with hints of green in certain areas.

           Oliver then looked at me with his light blue eyes. He can be an annoying ass sometimes, but I’d be broken if I had lost him. I just nodded, understanding what Barry had said.

           “We got a hit on Maverick,” Felicity announced. “Do you guys want to go back out, or?”

           “No. He’ll be expecting it. Let’s wait at least until tomorrow.” I heard what Oliver just said but didn’t care. I left without them noticing and slipped on my battle suit that Barry’s friend Cisco had made me. It was blue, with a hood and mask to match Oliver’s. I grabbed my sword and quiver. My sword doubled as a bow. All I had to do was push a button. Once again, courtesy of Cisco.

           “(Y/N), where are you going?” Oliver shouted after me. I didn’t answer. I got one look at the computer and I memorized Maverick’s location. I was going to get the bad guy. “Natalie, you’re not going.” Once he realized that I wasn’t going to stop, he muttered, “dammit. Alright. Let’s go, Barry.”

~~~~~

           It didn’t take me long to get where I was going. I knew Barry and Oliver were right behind me, but I chose to tune them out. I made my way through corridors. The walls were gray and bleak. It was seriously getting my mood down. But I had to push that thought back.

           Eventually I found the room where Maverick was talking on the phone. Probably arranging to send out another shipment of drugs. He appeared to be alone, but I couldn’t take that chance. “Felicity,” I spoke. There were mics in the suit she could hear me from. “How many other bodies are in this room.

           “Only three,” she replied. “Hiding behind the crates. Two on your right, one of your left.”

           “Don’t help her, Felicity,” Oliver exclaimed quietly. I heard him over the coms, but also heard it echo behind me. I turned and found he and Barry walking up behind me.

           “Sorry,” she said. “Force of habit.”

           “(Y/N), we are going. Now,” Oliver ordered.

           I, once again, didn’t listen. Instead I advanced forward. I went towards the right first, sneaking around a crate. I wanted to say that Barry would interject and use his Flash speed to carry me back to headquarters, but nothing happened. Once I was around the crate, I caught both men wearing, what look like black battle uniforms, off guard. I took my sword and swung, slicing the first man in the stomach. He went down. I moved towards the next, but it was such an awkward angle, I could only clip his arm with my blade. As I was fighting him off, the one off to the left came up behind me. He didn’t have a gun, which was lucky for me. But he did have a knife, and he used it to cut an opening on my upper arm. I winced, but kept going. I could feel the crimson liquid trickling down my forearm.

           I was finally able to make a move that left a fatal wound on guy number two. Turning around, guy number three tossed his knife at me. It grazed my cheek. I felt it sting as I inched forward. He tossed another knife and missed. I took one more swing before he could reach for another knife. My sword went straight through his abdomen. I pulled the blade out and the man fell.

           Maverick was sitting in his chair, staring at me. Before he could make a call for backup, I pushed the button on my sword and it instantly turned into a bow. I pulled an arrow from my quiver, placed it in my bow, and launched it toward the drug dealer. It hit the chair he was sitting in, then spun around, binding Maverick to the chair with a paracord that was inside the arrow.

           Oliver and Barry came running up behind me. They stopped next to me and stared. “Holy shit, (Y/N),” Barry said as he pulled out his set of handcuffs. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

           “Neither did I,” Oliver said quietly, probably mostly to his self.

           A gust of wind brushed the area, signaling Barry had left to take Maverick to the Star City Police Department. He was back in seconds.

           “Okay. Let’s go. You have wounds that need tending to,” Oliver pointed toward me. He hadn’t said anything, but the tone of his voice, low and gravelly, gave away that he was infuriated. I kept my pride to myself and stayed quiet as we made our short journey home.

~~~~~

           I sat in my bedroom, my wounds bandaged. I looked in the mirror at the band aid over my cheek. My brown hair was wet form my shower, and my makeup gone. I sat back down on my bed when I heard a light knock on my door. No doubt it was Oliver.

           “We need to talk,” he told me as he walked in. This wasn’t good. He sat down on my bed next to me. I waited for him to speak. “What you did today was extremely dangerous, not to mention stupid.”

           “Yeah, but we got him, Oliver. We got the bad guy!” I said.

           “Yes, your skills proved worthy today, but you still disobeyed me. Deliberately. Right in my front of me and Felicity. And Barry. What were you thinking?”

           “I was thinking that if I could show you I can catch the bad guys that you would let me go on more missions with you.”

           “(Y/N), I don’t want you going on missions for a reason. You got hurt. Yes, they’re only scratches, but those men could easily have killed you. You’re lucky the last one didn’t have a gun. You would be dead if he had.”

           I looked down into my lap. “I just wanted to show you what I could do,” I muttered.

           “Sweetheart, I know what you can do. I trained you. Granted you seemed to have a little more practice without me, but I know what you are capable of. I just don’t want you going on missions for your own safety. Understand?”

           “Yes. I’m sorry, Olly.”

           “I’m sure you are. But you’re still grounded. Three weeks.”

           “Oliver, I’m twenty-two. You can’t ground me.”

           “As long as you’re under my roof, I can do anything I want. Three weeks.”

           “But, Olly-“

           “Three weeks,” he exclaimed as he left my room, shutting the door behind him.

           I groaned and fell back on my bed. What the hell was I supposed to do for three weeks? Guess I am back to where I started. Waiting.

In fact, what happened was Harrison and I both began to drink and at some point early on I said, “Do you want to see me do an imitation of you?”

Harrison didn’t walk, he swaggered, like John Wayne in slow motion – taking his seemingly bad attitude for a walk. To depict this, I moved out of sight and after a moment reappeared, strolling as he strolled, sauntering my way into whatever fresh hell I found myself. I’d become him, disenchanted Lord Ford, master of all he surveyed.


I hadn’t looked at Harrison yet to see how my portrayal of him was going over – too busy appearing indifferent and impatient with my surroundings. As I continued to portray his inner monologue, I finally let at least one of my eyes slide wearily to his face and saw that he was not only laughing, he was laughing that silent and hard laugh reserved for true enthusiasm. Almost 40 years later, I still think of it as one of the greater moments of my life.

—  (x)

Imagine trying your best to take notes in English class while teenaged John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison giggle loudly behind you. At first you ignore it, but eventually you hear your name and decide to stop it when the teacher is summoned into the hall by a parent.
“What the hell are you lot going on about?” you exclaim quietly, poking John’s chest sharply with your pencil. “We have a test tomorrow, and I’m not failing because you’re all being bloody gits!” Paul and George ‘ooh’ as John pulls your pencil out of your hand with an annoyed look. You prepare for the worst and back up in your chair, but are surprised when John only points the pencil in another direction across the room. Following the pencil, you meet eyes with Ringo Starr, the blue-eyed, sickly boy who you’ve been sensing has a crush on you since the beginning of the year. At the sight of you he immediately ducks his head, his face flushing brightly as he fiddles with the pen on his desk.
“Oy, Ritchie! Why don’t ye come out and say hello to yer girlie?” George calls, making Ringo blush even more and refuse to acknowledge you. “She’s quite pretty, Rings- I think I might have to give 'er a pull meself,” the dark eyed boy creens with a wink and a blush your way, invoking laughter out of the whole trio.
“Aw, leave Ringo alone! He can’t 'elp that he fancies Y/N; John, you’ve been making eyes at 'er for weeks!” Paul laughs before receiving a loud shush from George and an elbow in the ribs from John.
“Well, it’s true…” Paul grumbles, rubbing his sides gingerly while John composes himself.
“Mister Starkey, what would you say to the cinema tonight at eight? With the bird, of course,” John asks brightly, and Ringo shoots you a nervous, hopeful look before nodding earnestly. “Great! Have fun with Paulie, Ritch- I’ll take Y/N for a real time.” John gives you a confident smile, to which you roll your eyes and pack up your things.
“Fuck off, Lennon- the kid’s your friend, not your dog.” That gets him frowning. Standing up abruptly, you walk over to sit next to Ringo, smiling softly when he stammers a greeting.
“I’m, uh, Im sorry about them. They like to pick on me… You don’t have to come out if you don’t want to, but just know I’d love to go somewhere with ye.” You feel your stomach flip- the cute, anxious, bright-eyed boy has it bad.
“Don’t apologize, Ritchie,” you encourage, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. You can feel the other lads’ stares on you as you give him your most charming smile. In fact, you can practically feel John fuming.
“Don’t pay attention to them; take me out tonight instead- I want to spend time with you,” you offer, and Ringo looks as though he’s about to faint. As class ends, you slip him your phone number before you exit the room, bumping into John on the way out.
“Looks like you’re stuck with the bird tonight, Lennon,” you tease, laughing with George and (a less enthusiastic) Paul as John pouts on. Leaving the group of teddy boys with a wide grin on your face, you already start mentally planning your outfit for your date with Ringo Starr tonight.

5

Sometimes you kind of have to wonder if Malcolm is waiting with the rest of us to see exactly where his little digressions will take him – because I’m pretty sure he does very occasionally start down a particular metaphorical road with *no idea* where he’s actually going.

But forget that – what I really want to know is WHY the strangely specific burning resentment against Paul McCartney?

My best guesses:

1. They TOLD him he’d be sitting next to Stephen Fry

2. They took away Malcolm’s salmon mousse with caviar that he’d really been looking forward to and made him eat vegan food instead

3. Malcolm doesn’t care if they’re the band the Beatles could have been, he still fucking HATES Wings

4. Malcolm will never forgive Paul for annoying the living hell out of Grumpy George Harrison (and his sticky-tape mustache) and then just walking away

john: does this suit make me look fat? tell me the truth

paul: u really want the truth?

john: wait hold on. *sucks his stomach in* ok now tell me

ringo: wtf john u just lost like 20 pounds how did u do that??????

george: what the hell ringo

paul: tbh john, if ringo’s statement just now were put into human form, tht is what u look like

john: so….

paul: pretty fuckin stupid

(Thanks to aussievinegar for submitting this photo for me to caption!)