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John followed Billy into the bedroom. “We're not friends, Billy. You're here for one very simple reason." He watched the silent, implicitly submissive bend, as the bargain-bin Mccartney retrieved his pants from the foot of the bed. He felt his blood stir, easily aroused though he'd only just had his fun. "I don't give a shit about your thoughts and feelings," he continued, throwing the very true insult at the hunched, bare back. "You don't know my life. And while we’re at it, you don’t know Paul's either, so don't go around feeling sorry for yourself.”
Billy was quiet as he stepped into his slacks. Made John sick to watch. Paul must've taken the entire spinal cord in the womb.
________________Based on this PID prompt,
https://www.tumblr.com/beatleskinkmeme/724142877642571776/1965-john-hires-a-paul-look-alike-prostitute?source=share
which I submitted myself forever ago, but which never got picked up, so here we are. My latest blend of rich people hate-porn, hurt!Paul, soap-opera-esque plotting, and eventual fix-it fic.
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11 Jun 2025
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John was having a good day. Then he opened Paul’s sock drawer.
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“Maybe if John pretends he never saw it, things can go back to how they were.”Bookmarked by MotherOfEarth
07 May 2025
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“GRETNA GREEN WALTZ”“JOHNNY’S WALTZ”“JUNK”
A fleeting melody chases Paul for decades—a tune half-remembered, a life half-lived. This is its story.
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30 Apr 2025
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George, dreaming of warmth and an end to the London dukkha fog, purred "Barbados" like he was sucking down a passion fruit. No rings, no suits, no moonlit declarations. They packed a bag each along with a few guitars, disappeared behind green tinted sunglasses and left the Walruses with their lonely, bloody hearts.
In which George and Ringo leave the Beatles and elope to India (via Barbados, of course).
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- Part 1 of the house with the banyan trees
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30 Apr 2025
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“I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Paul has to close his eyes for a second. John’s gaze on him is too intense, too wanting, it makes him feel like he’s on fire. He tells himself that he must have imagined what he just heard.
“What?”
“I’ve been in love with you for ten years. Since we were kids. Practically since the day I met you.”
Paul wonders why the hell John is telling him this. What could it possibly achieve?
Or, John tells Paul that he loves him, and Paul's not ready to hear it. This causes a lot of problems for them both.
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30 Apr 2025