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During the Beatle years, John left a jumper at Paul's house, and Paul kept it and started to wear it. Now, in 1979, John sees a picture in a magazine of Denny Laine wearing the jumper. HIS jumper. John decides to go meet up with Wings to get it back.
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20 May 2026
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“There’s something wrong with you, Paul. You must realise that.”
Or, 1968 woes.
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09 May 2026
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and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) by wardo_wedidit
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)
08 Aug 2022
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“Jesus, took you long enough,” John says, adjusting the duffle over his shoulder. “Thought I might be out here til morning at this rate.”
For a second he wonders if he’s drunker than he thought, but no. As far as he can tell, it is still 1980, and he hasn’t seen or so much as spoken to John in ten years.
Or, John comes to stay with Paul in Scotland to ride out the press storm of his divorce to Yoko, and Paul learns to stop running away.
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07 May 2026
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Freddy’s been on medical leave for two weeks, and out of the hospital for one, when he goes to visit Larry in jail. It’s hard to say exactly why he does it. Almost bleeding the fuck to death in someone’s fucking arms? It’s just an emotionally raw fucking situation, okay? And maybe he owes Larry a favor.
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12 Apr 2026
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“You hauntin' me, McCauley?” Hanna starts as warm fingers encircle his wrists, drawing his hands down into his lap. McCauley's hands are bigger than his own, more callused. But there's a grace to them, a precision that Hanna's ham-fisted style has never allowed. His thumbs circle Hanna's pulse, as if eager to seek out life.
“Do you want me to haunt you?” he murmurs. “Is that why I'm here? To punish you?”
"I don't regret it,” Hanna insists, but still searches the other man's downturned face, hooks taut behind his rib-bones. The intensity, the appreciation in McCauley's eyes—like Hanna's weathered forearms are as captivating as an unbreakable safe, a taunting riddle he can't solve. “I told you square, I would put you down.”
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In the hall that holds the haunted banquet table, McCauley pays Hanna a postmortem visit.
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12 Apr 2026