#love that johnandpaul is canon
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javelinbk · 1 year ago
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JohnandPaul in Help! (1965)
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javelinbk · 1 year ago
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For the DVD commentary game!! :^)
“How’s this for passion?” John growled, pushing Paul up against the wall, pinning his arms to his side with two firm hands on his biceps and aggressively forcing his mouth on to Paul’s.
Paul had seen this side to John enough times. It was a regular occurrence in the Hamburg days, although it had happened at other times too. John would get so drunk or so angry (normally both) that he’d punch, yes, but also wrestle, and occasionally kiss. Paul knew there was nothing sexual in it – it was just another way for John to assert his dominance over the group, like a dog humping or pissing over the rest of the pack. Come to think of it, he’d almost certainly seen John pissing on someone at least once.
Paul had witnessed this many times, and pulled John away from these situations more times than he could count. But he’d never been the victim of it before. He struggled against John’s arms, against John’s lips, for Christ’s sake, before eventually managing to push him off.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Paul said angrily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, even though he knew exactly what John’s motivations were. It was the same story it had been for over ten years – Paul was perfectly welcome as his sidekick, his partner in crime, but don’t you dare forget who was the boss around here.
Well, Paul had had enough of it. He’d suffered a host of indignities over the last few months: having to ask Yoko not to sit on his fucking amp, listening to their godawful sex tape, slowly watching JohnandPaul being replaced with JohnandYoko. And he’d put up with it all with a ‘sure, John’, and a ‘whatever you say, John’, and ‘would Yoko like a mic, John?’ But this… the knowledge that John -��his John - now saw him as nothing more than just another kid to push around – this was the final straw. Paul suddenly felt hot tears spring to his eyes, and then he got angry. Really angry.
He pushed John again, and then just started thumping his chest with closed fists.
“Fuck you, John,” he muttered as he pounded his hands against him. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”
You know, I’ve realised that this dvd commentary thing is a bad idea because I literally have no memory of writing something once it’s out there, so god knows what my thought process was here. I know (and you know) I love an angry kiss, but I think I wanted to steer away from too much of a cliche ‘angry kiss that turns into a passionate kiss’ (in this fic at least), and so that’s why Paul is actually angry. And I think I’d read some stuff about John wrestling/kissing people in a jokey/aggressive way during the ‘lost weekend’, so all those behaviours that Paul remembers just became canon in my head.
As for Paul, we’ve all seen what he was like during Get Back, how he was clinging on to everything by his fingernails, so I saw this as being the straw that broke the camel’s back, the one bit of bullshit that he couldn’t ignore. It’s basically 18 months worth of pent-up anger and frustration bursting out. But also, he’s clinging on to that anger because he definitely doesn’t want to feel or think anything else about John kissing him. Because he knows there’s nothing sexual in it… right?
Of course, it’s then followed up by John’s apology and the tender neck-kissing, which Paul finds harder to forget…
Thank you! I now have sympathy for anyone who’s ever had to do a dvd commentary for real.
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