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            " --- this is brilliant!"

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[ ooc: It's been such a long time since I've been here. I'll be on quite often now. I took a fall and an injury, but on the bright side, I've got somewhere to focus on. John hasn't shut up in four months. ]

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+ John Lennon

     [ he's afraid to look at the man. he's afraid to look at the aged mirror. he's afraid because he's never anticipated this. ]

           [ John glances at himself in the corner of his eye. ]

   "S'cuse me? Could ya' tell me where I am?"

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"--- I never realized what a kiss could be. This could only happen to me; Can't you see, can't you see?" Dee sings at the top of her lungs, horribly out of tune, while she makes pancakes. It's a rare feat to catch her cooking, but it's saturday, and they're starving.

John grins when he enters the kitchen. Her singing is horrible, but a girl like that has to have flaws. He wraps his arms around her slim waste, lips at her ear; “That when I tell you that I love you, oh, you’re gonna say you love me too, oh, and when I ask you to be mine; you’re gonna say you love me too—”

"Smells good," he purrs against the shell of her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

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ooc:

I'm writing that open where John watches himself die. Will anyone reply?

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cries i don't deserve all these people

You deserve it all, darling. You are as quality as quality gets. 

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I’M TWO AWAY FROM 300 WTF WHEN I WENT TO BE I WAS AT 278 I’M DEAD WHO DID THE THING

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4. A Goodbye Letter

     Dee,

     I asked the Doctor to leave this because he won’t let me bring it back myself. He says I’ve stayed too long in the future, that I’ve learned too much about the way the world turns out, that I cannot return to tell you I love you like I’ve always wanted to. It always happens that way. I always feel it, and everybody is always gone before I get the chance to say it, and Dee— it’s shite. I thought I’d get to stay for a little longer. I wanted to stay.

     Before I met you, I was lost, and I was afraid. I hated that man in the funny blue box for leaving me behind. I hated that I couldn’t see Hamburg the way that other man got to, because I went away, and left it all behind to forget my mum. Running away is never the best idea, but Deandra, I wasn’t running away. I was running to you, and it was never meant to happen the way it did.

     Julian and Sean could have been our children, and the world would have never known me, and you’d not have to hunt anymore. Sam’d be the cool uncle and we’d get a house and be a family—

     Bullocks. I didn’t want to get sappy. 

     Dee, I can’t come back. I wrote a song called In My Life, and Deandra Winchester, it’s about you. Many of my songs are, these days. I sometimes sing them on a lonely stage, once the crowds clear out, and I can feel you there with your hand on my shoulder. You’re not really there. You’re not even born yet. I die before you turn two. 

     This letter is so scattered. I’ve never written many letters. I can tell you some things, though, things I think you’ll like.

     I met a woman called Deanna Campbell. She’s a young little bird, and she looks like you. Or, you look like her, I suppose. Good lookin’ must run in your family, angel face, let me tell you. It isn’t fair. 

     I told her a story. I told her about a woman called Deandra, and how that woman stole my heart the second she looked at me. I told her about how you knew more about me than I knew about myself. That you were smarter than anybody. That you hurt so much deeper than anybody I’ve ever met, even myself, emotionally fragile John. I met her family. Little Mary told me she wanted to have a little girl and love her intensely, and raise her like Deandra— to be so strong.

     They’re hunters, like you, aren’t they? Stupid question to ask. The bartender tried to kill me, and Samuel killed him. There was black smoke. I woke up on the floor of the TARDIS. I begged the Doctor to bring me back, and he just looked at me, and told me he couldn’t.

     I don’t know what to write here, other than;

     Christ, angel. I love you. I’ll remember you for the rest of my life, and you know what, I’ll stay out of New York.

      I won’t split with Cyn, and maybe, I’ll come around when you’re sixteen or so and tell you about the time I met a girl called Deandra and how she was the strongest, most beautiful woman I have ever met.

      I love you.

                        Thank Elvis for the likes of me.

                                           John Winston Lennon x

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A dirty secret

Raising a baby together for three days

A one night stand

A goodbye letter

A love letter

A confession

Slave for a day

A slap in the face

A romantic kiss

A hug

A rejection

My muse naked

A friendly kiss on the cheek

Married for a week

All your money stolen

An insult

A steamy kiss

Some sad news

A date

A night together

Any of the above

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If there was any doubt before that it was Dee, it was gone. "All that hair," he smirked, stepping forward. He moved next to her, lifted his fingers, gently pulling them through. "We're only a year apart, now, at the least-" John's smirk softened quite a bit and he pressed a kiss to her rounded cheek.

"You're--cute," he teased. "All.. compact. It's adorable."

He frowned when he heard the last date. Four days? It hasn't felt nearly so long. John lost himself in music. 

Seventeen Again \\ open

Dee looked toward John— of course, it would be him— surprised that he’d know her off the bat. Instead of saying something, she just shook her head. ”Some hoodoo bitch got me. Don’t look, John, really. I know I look horrific, I don’t want to hear your snarky little quips.”

She knew he’d make’em anyway. Always did. She could beg him, she was sure and he’d still find a way to make a snide comment. 

She looked at her phone to check the date. “Just four days, this time.”

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      He looked at her, ready with some lewd comment he could not force from between his lips. In an attempt to make the situation a little less tense, maybe, but it was impossible. The look on her face, the way she held herself, John had never seen anybody so strong look so vulnerable, and he wanted to reach out and touch her.

     The little smile that slid across his cheeks was gentle. Appreciative. He'd seen bodies before, a few, like Marie's and other loo lays. None like that. None so flawed, none so beautiful. Deandra wasn't perfect, and that was one of the many things he liked about her. She wasn't afraid to be herself around him-- even if he knew very well that she was hiding much of her other life from him. "Tha' s'alright," he murmured. "`m a little shy too, sometimes,"

     That wasn't completely truthful sometimes, but a lot of the time, John was not who most people thought. Sure, Marie had told him to show her and his friends his cock, in front of the school-- he'd done it. Of course he had. A bird like that was easy. He only had to make her happy once or twice. It was different with Dee.

     He leaned forward, lips teasing gently against hers. There was just a breath between him, and in the space between their bodies, John dropped his trousers, and then his pants. Grinning, he kissed her chastely on the lips, and ran away. His pale body flew through the air and he dove into the chilly water.

     "Comin' in, beautiful?" he called, still beaming, still staring.

     He was certainly in trouble. A woman like that, he'd never get his heart back.

Wild Ones. || Closed

     She wanted to be the bitch she always was, to make a snarky comment,  but she was not so confident without the cover of clothes. There was no buffer between them, save his pants, so again, she brushed her lips over the highest knot on his spine she could reach, he was quite a bit taller than her, and she liked that.

   Dee was stalling. She didn’t quite want him to see all the scars that crisscrossed, pink raised train tracks along her back, her arms, her ribs, her legs, the little souvenirs of her job. Many men had seen them, and she hadn’t batted an eye, but other men weren’t entirely John. No other men talked her the way John did.That was a great feat, to have a man who wasn’t truly afraid of her.

   Her voice was very quiet, rough against his back, and she just said, “A little. It’s not— Yeah, I’m a little shy.”

   She wanted to say It’s not pretty. Because it wasn’t, but she didn’t want to be that girl. She even didn’t think he knew in so many words what she did for a living, if you could call it that. It was better that he didn’t. He wouldn’t get hurt that way. 

   ”You— Can open them now.” She muttered, releasing his eyes, unable really, to stall any longer he’d have to see them sometime… He had no idea what to do with her arms so she crossed them over her chest, faking that she was a little cold. She had enough goosebumps to show.