4 Works by scratchyscribbles
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“Johnny,” Paul says and that's enough of an answer, really. Has always been the answer; the way Paul utters his name. Sometimes he has to stop and let him call out to him again pretending he didn't hear the first time around, just so he could hear his own name again.
or, the India fic where everything seems unreal and ever changing.
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you were the one (who imagined it all) by scratchyscribbles for Sminking
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)
05 Dec 2025
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"You want some, Georgie?" He asks, voice muffled around his fingers. “A lil' taste of Johnny?”
George watches, fixated on the way the fingers disappear in his mouth messily, a bit of spit dribbling down his hand. He feels himself nod, a tiny jerk of a movement and then Paul is promptly shoving the same wet, sticky fingers into his mouth.
Or, delving a little more into their psyche following the events of the first part of the series.
Series
- Part 2 of all those years
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I'm in love with a friend of mine by scratchyscribbles for thinkpink20
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)
01 Dec 2025
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"Your tie." He says, before doing it up again with far too steady fingers for his inebriated self. Once he is done, he gives the knot a good tug as an experiment. Satisfied that it holds on, he pats John's chest lightly. "There you go."
"Ta," John murmurs, stepping back. He clumsily runs a hand through his hair, messing it up entirely. Some stray strands fall over his eyes, and Paul has such a strong urge to just brush them away that his fingers twitch.
Or, the one where John and Paul sleep together and then what follows is quite literally a journey for everyone involved.
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"A bit selfish, don't you think?" Paul says then, his eyes never moving away from George's face. "To want to be someone's favorite."
George shrugs, lighting up another fag despite the oncoming headache, "People always have favorites, even when they don't realise it."
Or John, Paul and George through the years.
Series
- Part 1 of all those years