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Joey: Ducks is heads because ducks have heads.

Chandler: What kind of scary ass clowns came to your birthday?

Friends

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Lisa Kudrow and Mira Sorvino in Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion (1997)

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Phoebe and the boys ❤

Friends

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The 90′s

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F•R•I•E•N•D•S, The One with Phoebe’s Dad (S02E09)

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Lisa Kudrow as Phoebe Buffay FRIENDS (1994-2004)

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Paul McCartney & John Lennon - 1967 & !969

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Number 9 with "I don't wanna talk about it, I don't. I just need to forget." And McLennon please 😎

Request: McLennon, for our muses to have sex as a means of comfort. “I don't wanna talk about it, I don’t. I just need to forget.”

a/n: sorry this took a minute. I was with a friend over the weekend and couldn't find time to write. But hope you enjoy!

based on the “More Popular than Jesus” comment and The Meeting that Followed

John had left the meeting room crying. It sent the other three into completely stunned silence. They huddled around him like a protective shield from the world while still trying to give him the opportunity to leave if he pleased. 

Paul decidedly spoke first as Ringo gently placed his hand over John’s shoulder. “Hey, no one’s been hurt. You don’t have to apologize for someone else's mistake.”

John was silent as the boys sent around confused glances.

“What the hell did they say to you?” George finally spoke.

John pulled in a deep breath, harshly wiped his tears away with his sleeve, and faced the group. “Forget it. Let's just do this damned press conference, yeah?”

And so they did the very next day. No one asked any more questions and John didn’t cry anymore. He kept particularly close to his bandmates but that wasn’t all too unusual. The night before the conference John stayed in his bed, turned away from Paul. He refused to look at him the whole night. Paul knew he was faking at sleep but let him be and slept in his own bed, falling asleep staring at the back of John’s head. 

After the conference, he put up no fuse when Brian said they’d have to stay in New York an extra night and didn’t join in on any banter on the car ride to the hotel. All he did was stare out the window and occasionally look at Paul, his eyes sad and lips pressed together tight.

Paul inched closer, discreetly placing his hand over John’s. His hands felt cold and damp but when their eyes met again, there was a little glint of calm in his features. They stayed like that, hands touching, sharing short glances, the whole ride back. And when the time came to exit the car, John stayed to the front of the pack, separating himself from Paul and the others. Paul watched as his head turned every which way, eyeing the street and the small crowd gathered outside.

When they entered the lobby, Paul tried to catch up to him but their manager had stolen him away. Brian was leading John to a corner, arms crossed as he rubbed his forearms. John pressed himself into the wall like he could melt into it. Paul only eyed the situation, waiting for the right time to intrude. It wasn’t long into the conversation before John stood up straight, his posture stiffening, shoulders pushed back.

Paul muttered curses under his breath as he took large strides across the lobby. He got to the two and placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “Hey, love.” He smiled at John before giving a curt nod to Brian. “Up for tea?” He gave John a hard stare, hoping he'd realize this was an easy out.

John was still staring Brian down. “I did your damned conference so drop it.” With that, he tugged at Paul’s sleeve before releasing him and marching ahead. 

Before he would follow, Paul looked through Brian as if he could read his mind. Brian only furrowed his brow apologetically. Paul rolled his eyes and left, barely catching the lift John had hailed.

“What was that about? You looked about to go spare.”

“It's nothing, love.” He held Paul’s hand tightly in his.

With a sigh, Paul leaned into him, knowing better than to pry until they were truly alone. The bell dinged as they passed every floor. Every light ding lessened John’s bouncing foot. Whatever happened in that meeting must have been rough to have him like this. Or maybe, Paul thought, it was something else bothering him. Surely Brian and Tony couldn’t have him acting like this. Paul slipped from John’s grip, rubbing his shoulder as the doors to the elevator opened.

John stepped forward first, looking up and down the hall before grabbing for Paul's hand and Paul let him, trusting there was no one in sight. It was quickly validated as John pulled him along, forcing Paul into a trot to keep up.

“What's the race for?” Paul half laughed as they reached their room.

John struggled with the key for a moment before the door was opened. At a head-spinning speed, Paul was in the room and against the wall. The door was kicked shut and John’s lips were on his. Paul couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it. He pushed John back by the shoulders and his smile immediately dropped. His lover's eyes were impossibly sad, his features pulled down by something awful in his mind, mixing with desperation. 

“Please-” He sounded near tears, though his eyes were miraculously dry.

Paul's hand went to the side of his face, rubbing his cheek softly. “What did they say to you?”

“I don't wanna talk about it, I don’t. I just need to forget. Help me forget.” He hoovered inches from Paul, awaiting his move. 

It wasn’t what he expected, but he was glad to be John’s distraction. “That’s okay.” He pulled John’s forehead to his while untucking his shirt to slide his hand against John’s chest. “I’ll help.”

John leaned into his touch, slowly closing his eyes. He pulled in a steady breath then began to hungrily kiss Paul’s lips. Paul kissed back, matching his passion and letting him lead completely. When John began to pull his hair, dragging a moan from his lips, Paul put his leg between John’s legs. The shift put their hips together, John’s erection evident against Paul’s thigh.

The contact seemed to drive John mad. He parted just enough to start unbuttoning Paul’s shirt, his frantic hands working remarkably well. When he reached the bottom of the shirt, Paul pushed his hands back.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Their eyes locked, both frozen in place. With a gulp, John nodded his head.

He smiled softly, his voice matching, as he said, “Okay. Alright.” He rid himself of his shirt and slid John’s blazer from his shoulders. “We’ll go at your pace.”

John’s lips curled into a smile and he bit down on the bottom one. He embraced Paul, nestling his face into the crook of his neck. The nestling soon turned to kissing and biting. At the first hum of pleasure from Paul, John began to guide them to the bed.

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The Beatles: Get Back - A Sneak Peek from Peter Jackson

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THE BEATLES: GET BACK – A Sneak Peek → personal favourites

bonus:

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The Beatles: Get Back (2021) Sneak Peek

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The Beatles playing each other’s instruments in The Beatles: Get Back (2021) dir. Peter Jackson

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the greatest song writing duo everyone

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lennon & mccartney parallels; holiday edition

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John & Paul, Circus-Krone, 1966