I love The Beatles, their music changed the world. none of 'em of are perfect but that's what makes 'em The Beatles.
I write McLennon fanfiction, so inbox me some ideas sometime! i finish them when i can :)
:) You’re not bothering me at all haha sorry I don’t have the specific link but it’s on a Blog called ‘amoralto’.
Sorry if that doesn’t help Xx
I heard the audio and I just thought it was so interesting, it didn’t really inspire the whole fic though but while I was writing the ending I remembered it and I thought it would be perfect to add in.
I’m so glad you like it! Xx :)
(Requested By letsjustliehereforever)
John never thought marriage was important. Ok well that was a lie, it was a lie he told people because he didn’t want to think marriage was important.
But there was a time when John valued marriage and even dreamed of it.
In college John wanted to marry Cynthia, he dreamt about marrying her, he had plans for their life together but then he got married and as always things weren’t what he thought they were. It broke John’s heart to see Cynthia (his once dear, lovely Cyn) upset about their marriage but he was just selfish enough to lock Cynthia away, back in his mind in the place he never dared to open again. Too painful, memories always were.
John dreamt of marrying Paul.
He woke up next to the man once in 1966 and as he stared at Paul’s peaceful, beautiful face and John knew he could see himself doing the same thing for the rest of his life. His guilt regarding Cynthia disappeared as he stared at Paul, not the Paul that the media saw but HIS Paul, the one only he knew. Paul woke up and kissed him and John wanted to marry him.
He wanted to tell the world he was a queer for his best mate and for fucks sake he wanted to marry him. The whole fucking white wedding deal, he wanted it all and more. He wanted Paul.
He never told Paul that.
He thought he’d have time.
He, selfishly, thought Paul would never get over him.
But the way Paul looked at that American bird. Linda. Paul looked at Linda the way John looked at Paul and John knew he’d lost him for good.
That was the kind of look you never grow out of. That look of love and happiness never fades from someone’s eyes. It stays forever, painfully so.
He and Paul tiptoed around each other, they slept with women but they always came back to each other. That was their deal, that’s why they did.
When Paul met Linda John thought it would be the same, he ignored the look in Paul’s eyes and the clenching in his heart because it was supposed to be the same.
But, as always, Paul surprised him and he had to fall in love.
Fuck him, John thought. Fuck. Him.
John dreamt about marrying Paul.
The next time he saw Paul after that wedding, Paul walked into the studio holding Linda’s hand smiling down at Heather (that was another thing that flashed warning signs in John’s head. That kid. Paul being so gentle and fatherly towards a little girl. John should have guessed Paul would fall in love). John stood up and he watched Paul kiss Linda’s head and John didn’t even feel sad anymore, He felt numb.
"I dreamt about you last night." John announced none too discreetly, he stared straight at Paul.
“Did you dream about me?”
A long, painful pause ensured. Paul eyes darted over John’s face trying to find a hint of teasing, a hint of joking that seemed to always follow John’s tone. Upon finding none Paul gulped and straightened his back.
"I can’t remember."
"Ah." John tapped his thigh thoughtfully.
“It was amazing. Felt very real, you must’ve dreamt it, it was like I was touchin’ you.”
Paul’s face grew sad for a short second but it was soon covered in a fake indifferent smile that after years of heartbreak he had mastered well.
"Nothing to worry about, though?" Paul asked.
"Nothing to worry about, no." John responded.
It didn’t matter anymore, or well, John would force his heart to begin to convince himself it didn’t.
Done! Sorry if it’s bad or not exactly what you asked for Xx :)
(Requested By rock-n-roller-lennon)
*set in 1957*
John narrowed his eyes dangerously as he clutched a book painfully tight in his hands. He glared at the book and threw it on the ground before sitting down on a seat with his arms crossed like a child.
Pete Shotton sighed and shook his head. Paul McCartney, on the other hand, was confused. He walked over to the book and picked it up, looking over the cover with raised eyebrows.
It was some teen magazine with Elvis on the cover in his tight black clothes and his greased back hair.
Paul was confused, didn’t John love Elvis with a passion?
"Got a problem with Elvis?" Paul hit Pete’s shoulder nodding at John who was sulking in the corner of Pete’s house on an old chair.
"His eyes actually." Colin chimed in before Pete could.
Paul turned his confused stare to Colin and tilted his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows. Something clicked in Paul’s brain and he looked back at John then back at Colin with a tired shine to his face.
"Where’s his glasses then?" Paul’s question promoted a grunt of annoyance from John and a round of laughter from everyone else.
"Oh Fuck off." John muttered childishly. His arms were still crossed and he shuffled his feet on the ground with a huff.
"I like glasses." Paul said casually. "I think they’re cute."
John’s fingers twitched and Paul’s comment was lost in the rest of the Boys gushing about all the girls they thought were fit with glasses.
Paul spared a single look in John’s direction but he couldn’t see the older boys thoughtful expression.
The next day Pete and Paul were waiting outside a record shop for John. Pete scuffed his shoes on the ground, they were new and Pete didn’t want to be seen walking about in shiny new shoes. Paul stared at Pete’s odd actions as he lit a cigarette and brought it up to his lips.
"Hey fellas." John’s voice called out.
When the two younger boys lifted their heads up Pete’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets in shock while Paul tried his best to hide his grin but he couldn’t quite manage it.
John Lennon wearing his thick, black rimmed glasses was quite a sight indeed.
"Close your mouth, Shotton." John snapped. "You look like a bloody fish."
John muttered insults void of all real annoyance with a hushed voice loud enough for Pete to hear just to spite him, Paul stared at John but the older boy didn’t meet his eyes.
"I like your Buddy Holly look." Paul complimented gesturing to John’s glasses as an almost shy smile graced his lips cautiously.
John gulped, he put his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet on the ground but he never broke the eye contact he finally had with Paul.
"Thanks." John nodded.
Paul’s face broke out in a large, dazzling smile. John finally ripped his eyes away from Paul’s face. John felt himself fall into a comfortable state, his face relaxed when his easy grin eased onto his face.
The sides of Paul’s eyes wrinkled and his dimples stood out, John could see the way Paul’s face lit up like never before and even though John knew Pete would tease him about wearing his glasses in a few hours John reckoned if he could see Paul’s face that well then glasses weren’t too bad.
Haha sorry! Its just Alexis but people call me Alex :)
I’m so happy you like my Fics by the way! Xx :)
Thank you! I think they’ll be maybe 2 more chapters then I’m done :)
About the Yoko quote, she didn’t say it exactly like ‘if Paul was a woman John would fall in love with her.’ She said if Paul was a woman she’d be a threat…….which kinda means the same thing in a way………but it’s true Xx :)
Thank you so much! I’m so happy you like that, I just didn’t want to write them as those catty girls who also bitched about each other cos I just love them so much.
I’m so glad you like how I wrote them and their relationship in the Fic Xx :) This means so much Xx
Thank you so much! I’m so happy you like it! I think I’ll have maybe two more chapters and then I’m finished.
With the smut I didn’t really want them to have sex like straight after they decided to be together because it doesn’t seem right, does it? I think I wanted them to realise their feelings for each other weren’t naive or just hormones before they take that step, you know? When I do write it won’t be too graphic cos I’m shit at that haha
I’m so happy you like the scene between Cynthia and Yoko, it’s one of my favourites Xx :)
Ok Guys need help! I read a quote said by Yoko that went like this: “If Paul would have been a woman, John would have been in love with her.”
Is that a real quote? Or has someone just made that up? I’m just extremely curious. Thanks Xx
“That went well.”
“That’s good. And you Paul?”
“I’m good too, been better.”
The two boys shared a grin and a look that didn’t go unnoticed by Stu.
Stu smiled and hit the side of John’s head gently.
John, with his split lip, grinned up at Stu who’s face hurt from his black eye as Paul’s bruised side hurt from even his quiet chuckle.
George smiled and wiped his bloody knuckles on his school pants and draped an arm over Paul’s shoulder gently as Ringo lit a smoke happily as he rubbed his cut chin.
"Are you boys alright?" Astrid walked up to the five boys and John laughed.
“Stu just asked the same thing luvy. Loved minds think alike.” John teased.
“Not sure that’s the expression luv.” Paul gave a tired smile.
“Is now.” John shrugged with a fond grin.
The scene was both uplifting and terrible.
"That went well." John repeated Stu’s earlier statement after a moment of silence.
Paul laughed hard, he laughed even though his bruised rib hurt him like hell He continued to laugh because He was just in a fight and that wasn’t any different from all the other times he’d been beat up by those people but this time he had four people standing up and fighting for him. He’d only ever had George stand up for him and that was an amazing feeling, but four people. Four people who cared enough to fight for him.
"Why are you smiling?" John asked, He bumped Paul’s shoulder with his own and smiled himself.
“Just happy I s’pose.” Paul answered honestly. He was. He was beaten and bruised but he wasn’t alone. He had George (like he always did), he had Ringo (what he always needed), he had Stuart (the one he never thought would help him) and he had John…..the one he wanted, the one he needed, the one he fancied so much it couldn’t possible just be hormones.
John narrowed his eyes at that voice and whipped his head around to glare at the figure behind him.
“What do you want Shotton?”
Pete Shotton stood before them smiling nervously, it took John a moment to realize the bruised cheek Pete sported.
Pete scratched his blonde hair and shuffled his feet on the ground.
"What’s up with your face?" Stu broke the silence looking at Pete with a confused expression.
“They really hate gays, uh?” Pete sniffed and looked around, not daring to meet anyone’s eye.
“You-fucking hell what did you do?” Stu asked.
“They were sayin’ stuff and I told ‘em to stop.” Pete explained like it was nothing.
Paul stared at Pete in confusion. Wasn’t Pete Shotton the one who started the bullying that morning when John announced they were together? What was the sudden change about? Paul narrowed his eyes at Pete and the older boy gulped nervously.
"Why?" Paul asked. "Weren’t you the one who said we were fags? Thought John was your friend."
“Only I’m aloud to say that shit to him, to any of my friends……If anyone else does I won’t fucking stand for it.” Pete answered.
“Oh how noble.” John drawled sarcastically.
“John-Christ, I am sorry.” Pete said.
“Jesus you’re like a bird on her period.” George glared. “Changing moods-changing sides.”
“Which side are you really on?” Ringo asked.
Pete stared at all the faces looking at him and couldn’t help but smile weakly.
Fuck John looked so happy. And Stu looked so scary standing next to Astrid and Paul looked older and George looked just as scary as Stu and Ringo looked like he was ready to beat the shit out of him.
Pete found the whole group incredibly funny. What a band of misfits, really. Pete had never seen anything like it.
They were battered and bloody but they didn’t look sad at all.
"Your side. The right one. My face hurts and I should have been a better friend…….You should have told me You were queer Lennon then maybe I wouldn’t have been so shocked." Pete answered.
John laughed loudly and genuinely.
“Good answer Shotton.” John praised as he wrapped an arm around Pete’s neck and messed his head around with his other hand.
“And you said I had mood swings.” Pete muttered jokingly.
“Watch it you.” Stu mock warned.
Pete smiled widely. It was back to the way it was before……sort of. Him, John and Stu. Things were different and fucked up but as long as that bit didn’t change Pete was fine.
"I’m sorry Paul." Pete finally apologized sincerely because he was sorry. What right did he have to be that mean to Paul? Shit, he was terrible. A right dick and Pete thought he wouldn’t feel bad but after seeing John look so happy with Paul Pete felt like he was betraying John all over again if he was rude to Paul.
“S’fine.” Paul shrugged even though it wasn’t. Paul was pissed but he was willing to let it slide, recently a lot of people were apologising to him (Stu and John mainly) so Paul was starting to get used to accepting them and besides Pete was John’s best friend and Paul cared a great deal for John.
"That went well." He commented.
"Fuck off." Yoko said.
“What?” Pete Best asked, shocked.
“Fuck. Off. Shut up about John.” She snapped.
“He’s a fag, same with that McCartney loser.” Best sneered. Laughs and huffs of agreement were heard around the group.
“They’re in love.” Yoko defended. She felt like a hypocrite but she had finally understood, or she was starting to and even if she wasn’t a part of her still loved John and hearing people say those things about him made her blood boil.
“They’re fags.” Colin piped in and the others laughed.
Yoko clenched her hands and narrowed her eyes. A burning feeling filled her stomach and she was about to punch Pete Best in his smug face if it wasn’t for the hand that held her wrist at the last moment.
Yoko turned and stared at Cynthia Powell in shock.
The dark haired girl had her eyes narrowed dangerously, her mouth set in an anger sneer as she glared at the group of boys.
"You heard her." Cynthia said. "Fuck. Off."
The group of boys scoffed and shuffled their feet on the ground as they laughed but they eventually filtered away like they always did was Cynthia told them to do something. She was not only popular but scary and true to any threat she offered.
"Powell-" Yoko started.
“Yoko I don’t love John, I do however still care about him and I’m starting to grow fond of Paul and hearing those brainless tits talk about the both of them like that makes me wanna punch them too but if they ever talk again I have numerous rumors I could spread that could literally ruin their lives.”
Yoko found herself laughing for the first time in a long time, breaking her wall of hate with Cynthia is a clear moment. Her laughter rang out through the school and Cynthia simply smiled.
"Room for two more?"
John, Paul, George, Ringo, Stu, Astrid and Pete all looked up from their perches on the ground at the back of the school to see Cynthia and Yoko standing in front of them.
"No." John deadpanned.
Cynthia rolled her eyes, kicking John’s foot harshly as she sat down next to Pete.
Yoko stared at all the bruised faces in front of her, her eyes met Paul’s and they just stared at each other. Yoko noticed Paul’s hand and John’s clasped tightly together and the she noticed the way John kept looking at Paul even though he was talking to George and Yoko could do nothing but sigh.
She dusted the ground before sitting herself next to Ringo.
"What a fine group of misfits we are" Paul piped up.
John laughed happily and nodded before placing a kiss on the side of Paul’s head. Yoko couldn’t tear her eyes away, seeing John so happy and so in love was odd in her mind somehow.
“Aren’t we just, eh Luv.” John smiled at Paul who smiled back with a beautiful radiant smile.
“What a fine school day this has been.” Paul grinned. His side still hurt and he only hoped he hadn’t broken any ribs.
John grinned back at Paul even though his split lip made it painful. His face and legs hurt but he was smiling, something about Paul being happy made John happy.
"We should probably just go." George flicked the dirt with his fingers absently. "Schools gonna end in like 10 minutes."
“He’s got a point.” Agreed Ringo. The older boy fished in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a sigh.
"Thanks for walking me home." Paul smiled at John shyly.
“Want me to come inside with ya?” John asked leaning against the brick wall outside Paul’s home.
“Me brother and Dad ain’t home though.” Paul tilted his head and rubbed at his side gently.
“Want me to come inside with ya?” John asked again.
Paul’s face turned a light shade of pink, the color was so soft that John almost had to lean in to see it.
Paul cracked his knuckles nervously and kicked the ground before nodding. He hit John’s arm and smiled leading John into the house.
"I like your room." John commented. It was the opposite of his, Paul’s was clean and all its contents were straight and put in place while John’s room was a pile of mess all thrown around everywhere.
“Thanks.” Paul smiled slightly.
Paul stepped forward, he held the back of John’s neck with his left hand and brought their lips together.
John wrapped his arms around Paul’s waist and deepened the kiss, his right hand gripped Paul’s back and his left was gently rubbing the bruise on the younger boys side.
Paul moved his right hand to hold the John’s hair gently and Paul turned his head slightly for a better angel.
John moaned into the kiss in pure happiness.
That’s all they did really. Kiss. They kissed like only smitten teens can, with a sense of maturity and a tinge of naivety.
John held Paul’s body close to his as they lied on the younger of the pair’s bed. He brushed the back of Paul’s neck with his nose and chuckled when Paul complained about it tickling him.
John felt like that moment would have been the perfect moment to say ‘I love you’ but he held his tongue. John just continued to stare at Paul in an awed kind of way because he never thought anything good could happen to him without it being ripped away. His mother was ripped away from him, twice and he didn’t want to lose Paul. Not just because he was convinced they were in love but because he would miss his presence, John would miss the presence of someone who understood.
"She would have loved you." John said quietly.
And Paul knew who he meant.
1.Always post the rules.
2.Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 8 new ones.
3.tag 8 people and link them.
4.let them know they are tagged.
1. Do People Like You Easily Or Do You Have One Of Those Faces Everyone Dislikes?
Oddly enough people actually do like me. I make friends surprisingly easily considering how much time I spend hissing at light and how much time I stay on Tumblr.
2. Do You Have A Lot Of Friends Or Just A Few Very Special Ones?
I have a lot of friends, I can talk easily to almost everyone but I only have three friends I truly trust.
3. Romance Or Physical?
Romance because no one can be as good as Paul McCartney in bed.
4. Taking Pictures Or Being In Them?
This is a hard one………I like seeing people smile and laugh over the photos I take but being in them makes me part of the memory and I really love that feeling.
5. If You Could Pick One Song To Be Your Theme Song, What Would It Be And Why?
Baba O’Reilly by The Who.
6. If You Could Change Something In Your Life, What Would It Be?
My smarts. I’d like to be smarter because people calling me an idiot annoys my very cold black heart.
7. What Is The Most Played Song In Your IPod/Mp3 player?
Stairway To Heaven.
8. If Fan Fiction Your Thing? Why?
It’s my life. I love reading it and I love writing it and people saying they like my stuff makes me so happy.
1.Batman or superman?
2. If you could fall in love (and have them fall in love with you) with one celebrity who would it be and why.
3. What’s your ‘reputation’ at school?
4. Why did you join Tumblr?
5. Favourite song? Why?
6. Do you like The Beatles? Why/why not?
7. People you hate the most?
8. Favorite singer? Why?