We Can Work It Out"Paul? Paul, where are you?" John yelled, horrified. A tear slowly squirmed it's way out of his tightly shut brown eyes, and he yelled again, "Paul, why are you leaving? Don't leave!"We Can Work It Out4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"John!" Paul shouted. He shook the older man vigorously, trying desperately to wake him up. "John, you're dreaming!"
"Aahh!" John cried, sitting straight up. He blinked rapidly and looked around, confused. Paul was staring at him anxiously, his messy hair turning slightly red from the orange hue of his bedside lamp lit up.
"Paul?" he whispered, and his voice was so miserable that Paul wanted so desperately to wrap his arms around him and give him a light kiss.
"What's wrong, love?" the Beatle whispered, pulling him against his shoulder and rubbing his arm in comfort. The poor man was trembling, whether from fear or exhaustion, he couldn't tell.
"Paul, would you ever leave me?" John asked, ignoring the question. Paul's eyes widened, and he pushed John back to look him in the eyes. As hard as it was to look
How Do You Do It?"John! Come help me!"How Do You Do It?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
John jumped up, his mop flopping gently as he did. "Paul? Where are you lad?"
"In here!" he yelled again from the living room. John walked in, finding that Paul and George were lying on the floor thumb-wrestling.
He crossed his arms and chuckled gently. He leaned against the doorway and said, "What do you need help with, Paul?"
"This bloke keeps cheating on me!" Paul complained. George grinned and said quietly, "It's not my fault if playing a guitar every day gives me quick fingers."
As John watched, George pressed his thumb down and beat Paul again.
"Johnnie, he's cheating!" Paul whined almost childishly. John smiled and said, "No, he isn't. Least you don't have to play cards with Ringo. He's a bloody cheater."
"Am not!" Ringo protested. He walked up to lean in the doorway next to John. He grinned at the older man and said smugly, "You're just a horrible card player!"
John grinned back at him. Suddenly he said, "What do you lads say to going out to the park for a
I've Just Seen A FaceHe sighed, sprawled on the couch. He reached out for a fluffy pillow, cuddling it under his stomach.I've Just Seen A Face3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't stop playing. The poignant sounds of the piano that normally cheered him up now just seemed to irritate him, especially whenever I screwed something up from my anxiety.
After the seventh time I did, he finally lifted his head. "Can you just stop?" he snapped.
I did for a minute, caught off guard. My fingers jumped, breaking the complete rhythm of the notes as easily as a mistake on the keys themselves. "You never usually want the sound of a piano to stop." I said hesitantly. I set my fingers against the keys, but didn't play. He buried his face in the pillow again.
"Yeah, well...." He didn't bother finishing. I already knew the answer.
I played a quick riff, pleased when I finally did it right. He flipped onto his back. Normally his big dark eyes were sparkling and charming. Today they were more like black holes, sucking in whatever happiness managed to bring itself in. Instead
Fear of Spiders"John! John!"Fear of Spiders4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"John! Come in here! Hurry!"
"Hold on a second!"
"What?! What's wrong? Who got killed?"
"Look, up there! On the wall!"
"The wall ? Christ, Paul, a spider? That's what you're screaming about? Really?"
"Yes, really. Now kill it!"
"Why can't you?"
"Because I don't wanna get near it."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul. It's a spider! It's not gonna hurt you!"
"This is our room! What if it gets in our bed and bites me in the middle of the night? It's happened before, y'know."
"It's not going to bite you in the middle of the night!"
"Yes, it will! Happened to me loads of times when I was little. I woke up with one on my neck once, which means the spider was crawling on me while I was sleeping!"
"Oh, so you're scared of them, eh?"
"I'm not scared, they're just creepy."
"Paulie is scared! Paulie is scared!"
"Oh, fuck off, Lennon! I'm not scared!"
"Then why don't you kill it yourself?"
"Because Because I don't feel like it!"
Thunder Storms CRAAAACK!Thunder Storms4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Paul hid under the covers, shaking as he felt the house rumble with the thunder that followed the lightning. He hated storms. His ears always were on the sensitive side and that didn't help either.
As another bolt of lightning struck down, the bassist curled up into a ball, willing himself not to cry. He kept telling himself it was silly and childish to cry over something as stupid as a little storm, but that didn't make the tears stop from flowing down his cheeks.
If only John was home and not out for groceries. If he was home, he'd take Paul in his arms and hold him close and-
"Paulie? Are you in here, then?" John asked, stepping into their bedroom. It was dark from the power outage and he couldn't see well, but he knew the room well enough to make his way over to the bed.
Before the younger man could find his voice to answer, a figure was crawling under the covers next to him, taking his shaky form into it's arms easily.
Paul figured John would whisper something s
While My Guitar Gently WeepsBeep....Beep....Beep....Beep....While My Guitar Gently Weeps4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Was I still alive? I figured I must be. How could Heaven hurt this much?
What was that noise? Surely if I was sleeping after tripping and hurting himself, or something along those lines, they'd shut the alarm off, wouldn't they?
I groaned internally and decided it was time to wake up. But to my surprise, I couldn't move. Not only could I not move, there was something over my mouth. Something that felt strangely familiar, though I couldn't place from were.
I tried to open my eyes. There were people moving around me, or at least that's what I deduced they were. Everything was blurry and almost looked warped.
I squeezed them shut again, trying my best to clear my vision. When I opened them again, I could make out two doctors and three men. One of them I almost swore was Ringo, so I assumed the other two were John and Paul. Either John or Paul's gaze drifted towards me, and I wearily shut my
Five and SevenTitle: Five and SevenFive and Seven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: It's Paul's fifth brithday and the first time our boys ever met
Disclaimer: I do not own John and Paul
"Paulie love stop squirming! The guests will be here any moment for your party and you're not even close to being ready!" A woman growled as she tried to wrestle her son into his silly little birthday hat that his grandmother had gotten for him as a surprise. The little boy would have none of it, however, so Mary McCartney huffed, throwing her hands into the air, "You're impossible!"
Paul pouted, kicking his legs out sadly as he gazed up at his mother, "Five."
Mary sighed, the softest of smiles stretching across her face as she reached back towards Paul carefully, slowly straitening the hat on his head, sighing in relief when he didn't push it off, "Yes hun, you're five today." Paul held out his hand in front of her face, spreading the fingers as wide as he could and smiling proudly and like many t
YesterdayPaul stared morosely out the window. The month was here. The month were he'd look out the window and see the burnt, golden leaves gently swirling against a warm, yet chilly background. The month that held not one, but two grievances for him now.Yesterday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was curled on his favourite chair, leaning against the windowsill. Linda had taken the kids out for some Halloween cheer, alone because he just didn't feel up to it. He was lucky she understood why.
He sighed as some leaves swirled past the window, dancing their subtle steps in harmony with each other in that wild way that nothing could ever copy. Two leaves, always following each other, always in sync.
He shuddered a bit and pulled the blanket tighter around him. Linda would be pissed if she found him sitting there with the window open, but since she wasn't here he took the opportunity. He preferred the fresh air, preferred the clean way it could somehow clear his head.
Two, he thought, almost bitterly to himself. Two people I've l
(Chapter 1) What makes you queerGeorge Harrison was sitting on a couch thinking about something he had been noticing since a long time, when suddenly, Ringo appeared, happy as always, exclaiming: “Hey Georgie! C’mon let’s play something! Are you going to spend all the bloody day sitting there? I’m bored, y’know…”(Chapter 1) What makes you queer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He smiled brightly, “Ringo! I wanted to talk to you…”
“Yeah? Tell me then, mate.”
“Where the hell are Lennon and McCartney?”
He shrugged, “Well, they said they were going to write a song and they needed privacy, so they locked themselves in that room like three hours ago. They asked for no disturbing.”
“See? They’re doing it… Again!”
“That’s right, my friend! They’re writing another song that everyone will love… Again!”
“And you really think that’s the only thing they do when they’re alone?”
Mother Nature's SonGeorge's small feet tip-toed across the floor, crossing over to John's bed. He felt like a child, but he had to talk to someone about it, and John was the only one who might have still been awake.Mother Nature's Son3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He gently shook his shoulder. "John?"
"Mm." John mumbled something and rolled over, unwilling to wake up fully.
George shook his shoulder again, a little harder. "John!"
John's arm reached up, and he gently swatted his face, telling him to go away.
Frustrated, George shoved him. John finally sat up, blinking at him in the dark. "Damn it, George, why are you waking me up now?"
George looked down, suddenly feeling awkward. "I...I had a bad dream."
John's eyes narrowed in irritation, but a soft smile at the hint of that childish endearment tugged at his lips. "What about?"
"Um....well..." George looked at him, his eyes half hidden under his dark hair. John's heart skipped a small beat. "Not really a bad dream...."
John sighed, running his hand through his sandy hair. Cute could only go so far. "
I Got YouCentral ParkI Got You4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't think I can do this," Paul murmured. He was sitting on the park bench watching John tie his left roller skate. "What happens if I crash?"
"You won't, don't worry," John said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'll make sure to hold your hand the entire time, okay?"
Paul chuckled. "That would make us look queer!"
John gazed up with his eyebrows raised, not replying. Paul's smile disappeared. He soon got really pissed and tried to swift kick John, missing completely.
"We're not, you know," Paul mumbled.
"Not what?" John said looking calm and innocent.
"Queer." Paul cleared his throat and nervously scratched the back of his neck. His eyes were fixed on his foot. "Are you almost done tying?"
"Yes, are you ready?" John had tied the laces so tight, Paul winced in pain while getting up from the bench. Paul felt strange on the skates, and he began to wobble with his arms sticking out.
"J-john, catch me!"
"You haven't fallen yet, Macca, you're doing great!" John
MononucleosisP.O.V. John LennonMononucleosis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was at home with my lovely Paul, he was feeling sick, and that’s why he was lying on bed, watching TV.
“Do you need something, love?” I asked as the good boyfriend I am.
“Just a cup of tea, please. Don’t make contact with it, wear plastic gloves.”
“Mmmm, sure Macca.”
I went to the kitchen to serve him the tea. Why did he want me to wear gloves, anyway? I didn’t even know we had plastic gloves here. My conclusion was that I have a crazy boyfriend (who has a boyfriend who’s crazy in love with him)
I brought him the cup to the bed, “Here’s your tea, Paulie.”
“John! I told ya to wear gloves!” the bassist rejected the cup.
“I don’t want you to get infected.”
“How could I? You haven’t even touched it.”
“Fine. Place it on top of the nightstand and I’ll grab it, but don’t touch it again.”
Yes It Is"Paul?"Yes It Is4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younger Beatle squeezed his eyes shut tighter, not wanting to be disturbed at this moment. But John kept shaking his shoulder. "Paul? I know you're awake."
Despite this, Paul kept playing dumb. Eventually John sighed and laid back down, pulling him a bit closer. Paul smiled and almost fell back asleep when John asked something that made his eyes fly open.
"Do you love me, Paul?"
Paul sat up, tangled in sheets and blankets. He felt his dark hair, all messed up and spiky. John flicked on the lamp. His light brown mop was the same, and his dark eyes were curious.
"Do I love you?" Paul repeated, stalling. John nodded. "I don't know, it's just....we've kissed, we're a couple, and yet....we've never said, 'I love you', to each other."
Paul blinked his doe-eyes, and John almost smiled. The eyes fit the image perfectly, with the surprised expression of being caught off guard.
"I-I'd have to think about it, John." he said, hesitating. "I mean, it's not something you say to everyone.
I'm DownJohn paced around the room, thinking hard. He wasn't sure what he could do while Paul was sleeping. He slowly turned his head to watch his love sleeping fitfully, thanks to a contagious cold. He knew he'd catch it too, but he didn't care as long as Paulie got better.I'm Down4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He suddenly snapped his fingers, grinning brightly. "That's the song!" he whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed and fiercely scribbled out the words to a song in the journal Paul'd left on his nightstand. John was sure he wouldn't mind.
"John?" He turned his head to see the lump that was Paul beside him roll towards him. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it towards his chin, looking strangely childish as he blinked his unique eyes. "What are you doing, love?"
John smiled and reached over to bunch the blanket around Paul's shoulders. "Just writing a song. I didn't mean to wake you, darling."
Paul just gave him a teasing glare, then coughed into the blanket. "Y-you didn't love. Don't worry about it."
John looked down at t
I Wanna Hold Your HandJohn looked around, depressed. Why he'd come here, he didn't know. He twirled a wild rose between his fingers mournfully, remembering the day he had been here with Paul.I Wanna Hold Your Hand4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That had been the day that he had wanted to slip a rose behind his ear. The day he'd realized he was in love.
And the day he'd realized he and Paul were never meant to be together.
A tear suddenly tracked it's way down his face. He was more surprised the saddened by it, and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.
He looked down at the rose. So beautiful and alone. Was this a metaphor? Was this rose maybe an analogy for Paul?
So beautiful. Yet....so rare. So unreachable.
Normally so alone.
He sighed and reluctantly let it go, as though he could easily do the same to his depression. But his feelings didn't change as he watched the red petals glisten in the setting sun.
He squinted into the sunset. If he was lucky, maybe he'd hurt his vision even more. Maybe then he wouldn't be able to see Paul's heart breakin
Free As A Bird"John! Can you hear me?"Free As A Bird3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The voice echoed in my head, as thought it were a subway tunnel. I felt my eyes tighten further. I didn't want to hear him. I wanted to just drift to sleep....let myself float downstream. Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream.
"John, remember what your mother said. The key to life. Remember?"
My mother? Who was talking about my mother? Suddenly, like a light switch I felt someone holding my hand. Holding it tightly, between two of theirs.
The key to life. Happiness. I wasn't happy now. Think about things that would make me happy. Music. Yoko.
Wait....that was who's talking to me. Paul. My Paul.
"Are you awake? C'mon John, come back." I was shocked to hear his voice break on back.
I wanted to speak. I'm okay, Paul. Where the hell am I? But my throat wouldn't work.
"No!" I heard him growl at somebody. "No, he isn't gone. He's going to be okay."
"Paul, your mom died when you were fourteen." Another voice I thought I should know. "I think you're star
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 1George couldn't sleep. He really couldn't. He knew why, though. He had the events of the day out of his head.I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Was Ringo really looking at him almost....flirtatiously? He didn't really know, but for some reason he couldn't get the look out of his head. He was disgusted at it, and at the same time, somehow....he couldn't think of the right word. All he knew was it wasn't bad.
He rolled over onto his back. He was completely comfortable, and exhausted after the five song recordings. His fingertips were still throbbing slightly. But his hazel eyes were wide open, his brain completely functional.
"Agh! Why can't I get some bloody sleep?" he said out loud, covering his face with his hands. He sighed and sat up, flicking on the bedside lamp as he did. He just didn't know what was going on, but with one glance at the numbers 3:47 on the clock, he knew he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to snack on for a while to kill some time
Plump"Take your shirt off, John, you must be sweating in that!" Paul said, bending over to pick up a flat rock he saw in the shallow water. John grimaced as he stood next to him ankle deep in the lake, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and washed out jeans.Plump3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Nope," John said. He rolled his sleeves up and spread his legs out, squinting ahead at the distance. He saw moutains and trees and sky and it was all very beautiful and serene.
"Are you afraid?" Paul snapped his wrist and chucked the rock, making it skip three times across the water.
John glared at him.
"Don't be afraid, John," Paul kept talking. He bent over again and John got a nice view of his bottom in a white pair of swim trunks.
"I'm not afraid," John growled. He blinked a few times and shifted his gaze away, feeling his skin grow hot all over. He wanted to lift his foot and kick Paul to watch him topple over. That would be something to laugh about. Something to make fun.
"It's okay," Paul coaxed. "You're just a little plump..."
Can't SleepThe fourteen year old flipped over on his back, arms moving to lock behind his head as he gazed at the ceiling. It was nearly 3 AM and he still couldn't sleep. Too much stress..... Insomnia. Again. There was only one person he could go to.Can't Sleep4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Picking up the phone, Paul quickly spun the dial to John's number, wondering if he'd even answer. Probably not. Probably sleeping or-
"Mmmfnn... Who's it?" John slurred into the receiver. Before he was rudely awoken, he'd been having quite a pleasant dream about he and his baby, strolling through the park. Usual sappy love stuff.
"Johnny? It's me," Paul sighed softly, quietly, "I can't sleep."
The older boy immediately grew more awake at the voice as he turned over, frowning slightly.
"Aw, love, M'sorry. Wish I was there t'cuddle."
"S'fine......." Paul pouted, lip jutting out even though John couldn't see it. When he did that in front of his boyfriend, though, he knew John would always kiss him, grinning happily. God, what he would give for that righ
I Needed To Make SurePaul jolted awake, now sitting up and sweating. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room quickly, before turning his head to look at the figure next to him.I Needed To Make Sure4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He sighed heavily and gently nudged John in the side, wiping away tears he hadn't known were falling down his face. "J-John?"
The older man mumbled something in his sleep and turned his head towards Paul, but didn't wake up. Paul poked his side again, harder this time, as he sniffled, "John, please wake up."
"Hmm- Wha'?" John groaned, blinking groggily at Paul, "Paulie?"
"Oh, Christ." His nightmare hitting him once more, Paul shook his head and tried not let anymore tears fall.
"Paul," John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning slightly as he propped himself up on his elbows, "Paul, wha's wrong?"
"I-I just needed to To see " Paul blushed and looked down at the forest green duvet clenched in his fist, picking at a loose thread with his other hand, "That you were alive."
At those w
You Don't Realize How Much I Need YouRingo sighed softly as he tiptoed inside the house he and George shared, stepping out of his shoes and staring at the bouquet in his hand.You Don't Realize How Much I Need You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He and George had been bickering and both had been pretty hateful, truthfully, and he was hoping the roses might smooth things over a bit.
The older walked upstairs silently and into their room, clutching the roses as he found George asleep.
The poor thing looked simply pitiful, all tangled up in the blankets. His face and pillow looked damp with tears and he looked like he'd gone through hell.
It nearly broke poor Ringo's heart to see his lover so distraught.
"Georgie...." Ringo whispered, perching on the edge of their bed and leaning down to press a tiny kiss to George's forehead, "Georgie, m'home, love."
The guitarist woke slowly, knuckling his red, puffy eyes. When he gazed up at Ringo, the tears started flowing again.
Ringo was completely dumbfounded. He'd never, ever seen George cry.
"Aww.... Lovey, shhh...." Ringo mumbled as his arm
Sleepwalker"What are you doing up?" John tapped a cigarette on the edge of a glass ashtray, looking at Ringo enter the kitchen with raised eyebrows.Sleepwalker4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I can't sleep," Ringo said, scraping a chair back and sitting down. "I had this dream where I'm onstage wearing a sombrero on my head..."
"I told you not to eat that spice cake before bed," John shook his head with shame. Smoke came out of his nostrils like a bull ready to fight.
Ringo rolled his eyes. Suddenly a low moan came and they glanced across the kitchen to see Paul come in wearing a pair of striped pajamas. His dark eyes looked glassy and his lips were slightly parted. John could tell something wasn't right about him and grew concerned immediately.
"Did you have a bad dream, too, Macca?"
Paul didn't answer. He slowly made his way to the refrigerator and yanked the door open.
"Hungry, mate?" Ringo chuckled.
Again, Paul didn't reply. He slowly took the carton of milk out with his eyes wide and empty. His fingers immediately let go and the mil
Maybe I'm Amazed2012Maybe I'm Amazed3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Time to get up." Paul giggled softly, poking the older man's stomach, a silly smile on his wrinkled face.
John rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. Knowing Paul, he'd been up since dawn. Sometimes John thought his husband was the one who woke the roosters.
"M'tired." the older whined, burying his head under the pillow.
Paul just giggled again, winding his arms around John's slim waist, nuzzling his lover's neck, "Silly Johnny."
John still tried to wriggle away. He was old! He needed his sleep!
But it soon became apparent that he would have to settle for a cat nap later in the day. Paul wasn't giving in.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" John grunted, sitting up, Paul settling himself on his lap.
Paul shrugged, giving John a grin, "Dunno. Just happy, I guess."
"Well... While I was makin' tea, I kinda had an epiphany."
John shook his head, smirking, "Using big words don't make you smart, darling."
Chuckling, Paul shrugged, "Well, anyway. I just
Hotel Rooms and Snuggly MoodsLooking around the small hotel room he and Ringo were sharing for the few days they'd be in this city, whatever it was, George finally spied his boyfriend. The drummer was lounging on the sofa, boots kicked up on the coffee table, nose buried in a book. Of course, seeing Ringo in such a cute looking position, the younger man couldn't help himself.Hotel Rooms and Snuggly Moods4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dashing to the couch, George immediately stretched out, laying his head on Ringo's lap, staring up at the drummer with large, happy eyes.
Giving his lover a somewhat indifferent glance, Ringo mumbled, "Readin'. You?"
"Watching you." George pouted, poking Ringo's stomach in a desperate plea for attention, "I want my Ringo!"
Shaking his head, Ringo muttered, "Busy reading, love. Later."
The guitarist began whining loudly, trying to capture Ringo's attention once more, "I'm more important!"
Finally, after he realized he wouldn't be reading anymore, Ringo sighed, flinging the large novel to the floor and staring down into George'