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"Over the phone?"
"Yeah. Never heard of phone sex?"
"Not--" Trent pursed his lips. "No. I haven't."
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16 Feb 2026
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“What color’s your hair, John?”
Paul asks the question like he hasn’t spent hours of his life with his hands tangled in it. Like they haven’t played guitar eye-to-eye with each other for over a decade at this point.
“The fuck are you on about, Paulie?” John mumbles blearily. He sits up under the sheets and stares blankly at him, as if Paul had disturbed a wonderful nap to ask a rather stupid question. Which he had. Just now, actually.
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Paul is convinced that John's hair is red. John is not.
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31 Dec 2025
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Fill for this fic-a-thon prompt:
Someone in John’s staff sells his diaries to the press in the 70s. They’re printed in the papers. They contain his feelings about Paul. They are him pining over Paul. Paul reads them.
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21 Nov 2025
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"I was thinking about what the doctor said. About you being too thin. I thought - since you're splitting from Yoko and all that, maybe you'd like to come back to England with me. Set you up with a doctor over there to help you heal. You haven't been home in ten years. I think it could be good for you."
AU: John survives the shooting but years of unhealthy dieting and not taking care of himself have taken their toll. To keep him from wasting away, Paul brings him back to Cavendish and becomes his personal chef.
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06 Oct 2025
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Maybe Paul would’ve had a fit twenty years ago if he’d known how it ended up. But now, all he could think was what a lovely, lovely boy he had in his arms, and how lucky he was to be growing old with him.
Or: Two randy old bastards keep themselves occupied in the morning.
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07 Sep 2025