Speak No Evil

James Paul McCartney has barely spoken much of a word to anyone ever since his mother passed away. [AU Paul McCartney RP Blog] [Mainly 1956-1960]

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REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU AND BECOME FRIENDS WITH YOU

[mxjennylennon]

john and paul visit nyc in 1968 for a press conference and go on the tonight show to talk about apple records. they share a hotel room for old time’s sake. john turns on the tv. speed racer is on tv. john laughs and points to speed racer’s eyelashes. “look paul, that’s you!” paul scowls. and that is the real reason why the beatles broke up.

[wallflowerbeatlesfan]

; Paul & John. ❤️😎 (1965) Rubber Soul

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Paul & Geo sleeping ~♡

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REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU AND BECOME FRIENDS WITH YOU

[5-golden-ringos]

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hums excitedly

     Paul’s eyes shifted up towards the sound, eyes lighting up a bit as he had given a slight smile accompanied by a quiet {somewhat shy} wave.

[mxjennylennon]

Honesty hour! Ask my muse anything and they have to tell the truth!

[pauliemcca-deactivated20170212]

[thebeatles-fans]

i love early beatles photos of boys TOO MUCH

[winstonpaul]

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"What?!"

Paul’s young innocent face went crimson red as the older lass’ hand sneaked it’s way into the front part of his pants. He didn’t mind her hand down in there, he quite enjoyed it. It was different than John’s hand all those times.

[mxjennylennon]

She gave a little laugh as she went and stole a little kiss, her lips straying just a little bit to the side of Paul’s mouth as she giggled.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul’s hands raised up to gently cup the sides of the lass’ face, pulling her the slight inch forward to kiss her again, his face still ablaze with embarassment.

[mxjennylennon]

She was genuinely surprised at the gesture, giggling through their lips– "I didn’t know you’d be down for this, Paul."

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul's lips pulled away from hers, his hands still on the sides of her face. He gave a slight clearing of his throat before giving her another kiss. He pulled back once more and grabbed his notepad from his jacket pocket and scribbled hastily along the lined paper:

Why wouldn't I be? You're such a beautiful bird, miss.

[inboxideas]

Send me a "What?!" for my character's reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character's pants.

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[offvocalmccartney]

John lifted open Paul's bedroom window, climbing halfway in, hands gripping onto the windowsill as he gave a non-chalant "Good morning." {1957}

Paul turned his head tiredly, still lying in bed as the 17 year old crawled up to his window. He gave a slight wave and a smile, unable to “say” anything due to his notebook being on his desk, open with the pencil on top of it.

[mxjennylennon]

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     John blinked his weary eyes at the paper to make out Paul’s handwriting, giving a laugh as he muttered, “you don’t have to tell me twice,” taking him just a few steps to get over to the bed, crawling to get in, taking the covers and putting them over his head. 

     James Paul McCartney, A.K.A. the best friend you could possibly have.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul let out a little laugh as he put on a white button-up shirt over his black shirt, slipping on a pair of his nice trousers as well. He grabbed his house keys, leaving a note for John:

John, I'll be back around noon. My dad leaves for work at 9:30, so you can walk around and eat as you'd like. See you soon, Paul

After leaving the note, Paul hurried down his stairs, leaving yet another note for his father so he wouldn’t go upstairs to check on him. Paul hurried out the door before anyone could hear him, thankfully.

[mxjennylennon]

     Noon on the dot, John had gotten to the point where his clothes were halfway peeled off in his sleep– the state he was still in, actually, as he had been up at as late as four in the morning the previous night. That was the sight that Paul had been greeted with as the heels of his shoes clicked is bedroom floor, the only sound that took John out of that hazy sequence.

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Paul came into his room, bringing up a glass bottle of milk and a blueberry muffin for John from the store, placing it on the desk. He went over and shook John, giving a grin as he playfully slapped his cheeks with gentle slaps to wake him up. He went over and wrote on his notepad:

I got you a muffin and milk, mate.

[mxjennylennon]

John awoke groggily, the only sound that came from him was mumbling and incoherent hums of all kinds— he had turned his head away from being buried into Paul’s pillows and up at him, focusing his near-blind eyes on the notepaper in front of him, giving a half-conscious and quiet cheer,

"yaaaaay."

[offvocalmccartney]

up up up Johnny, can't sleep all day.

Paul got John up out of his bed and led him to the desk, ignoring the face John was practically half naked in his bed, and still not fully dressed. He opened the milk up for him before going to fix his bed up and flip his pillow over, cringing at the little slobber marks. After making the bed, Paul sat on the edge, stretching a little. Putting away groceries was a pain in the ass. He fixed his buttons along his wrist and looked out the window as John ate the muffin sloppily.

[mxjennylennon]

His jeans were kicked off and he was just in his shorts now, on the edge of Paul’s bed, being a complete slob who couldn’t even form words quite yet, just because his dearest friend let him continue sleeping in, and even returned to him with food. John was simply too much. He stood up, taking the glass bottle of milk and downing it in one go— wiping his mouth, and going to take back his tight jeans, wriggling back into them.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul looked over, cleaning up the mess of crumbs left by the hibernating bear-child, John. He threw them into his trashcan, tying up the bag so insects wouldnt wonder into his room. Paul glanced around the room, then a little bit at John.

Wanna do something today? Just me and you, maybe?

Paul wrote, contemplating if he was gonna show John the note. It sounded like he was asking him out, not asking him to hang out. God, this was weird now.

[mxjennylennon]

John gave him a little look as he saw Paul giving a grimace at the notepaper, biting the inside of his cheek as he got up to his elbows, then on his hands and knees, peeking over to see what he had written. “Oh, d’know. Had anythin’ in mind? Going to watch the groups in that basement in Broadgreen, or something?”

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul shrugged a little, biting his lip. It didn’t really matter to him, as long as John was there by him. He gave a nod and crumpled up the paper into a ball in his fist, tossing it in the trash. Paul gave John another look, his eyes a bit wide and gleaming with an emotion he wouldn’t let John read as he turned his head away quickly, looking at his records lined along the shelves of his room.

[mxjennylennon]

He rubbed at the side of his head, wincing a little at how he could just feel how ridiculous his bed head must look. “So is that a yes?”

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul gave another nod, turning his head towards him. He ran his fingers through his own grease slicked hair and fixed his horrid mess of hair, even though it looked like a little sasquatch baby covered in grease on his head. Paul exhaled and blinked at John, who was just watching him with his dumb stupid almond eyes he loved too much.

[offvocalmccartney]

John lifted open Paul's bedroom window, climbing halfway in, hands gripping onto the windowsill as he gave a non-chalant "Good morning." {1957}

Paul turned his head tiredly, still lying in bed as the 17 year old crawled up to his window. He gave a slight wave and a smile, unable to “say” anything due to his notebook being on his desk, open with the pencil on top of it.

[mxjennylennon]

-

     John blinked his weary eyes at the paper to make out Paul’s handwriting, giving a laugh as he muttered, “you don’t have to tell me twice,” taking him just a few steps to get over to the bed, crawling to get in, taking the covers and putting them over his head. 

     James Paul McCartney, A.K.A. the best friend you could possibly have.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul let out a little laugh as he put on a white button-up shirt over his black shirt, slipping on a pair of his nice trousers as well. He grabbed his house keys, leaving a note for John:

John, I'll be back around noon. My dad leaves for work at 9:30, so you can walk around and eat as you'd like. See you soon, Paul

After leaving the note, Paul hurried down his stairs, leaving yet another note for his father so he wouldn’t go upstairs to check on him. Paul hurried out the door before anyone could hear him, thankfully.

[mxjennylennon]

     Noon on the dot, John had gotten to the point where his clothes were halfway peeled off in his sleep– the state he was still in, actually, as he had been up at as late as four in the morning the previous night. That was the sight that Paul had been greeted with as the heels of his shoes clicked is bedroom floor, the only sound that took John out of that hazy sequence.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul came into his room, bringing up a glass bottle of milk and a blueberry muffin for John from the store, placing it on the desk. He went over and shook John, giving a grin as he playfully slapped his cheeks with gentle slaps to wake him up. He went over and wrote on his notepad:

I got you a muffin and milk, mate.

[mxjennylennon]

John awoke groggily, the only sound that came from him was mumbling and incoherent hums of all kinds— he had turned his head away from being buried into Paul’s pillows and up at him, focusing his near-blind eyes on the notepaper in front of him, giving a half-conscious and quiet cheer,

"yaaaaay."

[offvocalmccartney]

up up up Johnny, can't sleep all day.

Paul got John up out of his bed and led him to the desk, ignoring the face John was practically half naked in his bed, and still not fully dressed. He opened the milk up for him before going to fix his bed up and flip his pillow over, cringing at the little slobber marks. After making the bed, Paul sat on the edge, stretching a little. Putting away groceries was a pain in the ass. He fixed his buttons along his wrist and looked out the window as John ate the muffin sloppily.

[mxjennylennon]

His jeans were kicked off and he was just in his shorts now, on the edge of Paul’s bed, being a complete slob who couldn’t even form words quite yet, just because his dearest friend let him continue sleeping in, and even returned to him with food. John was simply too much. He stood up, taking the glass bottle of milk and downing it in one go— wiping his mouth, and going to take back his tight jeans, wriggling back into them.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul looked over, cleaning up the mess of crumbs left by the hibernating bear-child, John. He threw them into his trashcan, tying up the bag so insects wouldnt wonder into his room. Paul glanced around the room, then a little bit at John.

Wanna do something today? Just me and you, maybe?

Paul wrote, contemplating if he was gonna show John the note. It sounded like he was asking him out, not asking him to hang out. God, this was weird now.

[mxjennylennon]

John gave him a little look as he saw Paul giving a grimace at the notepaper, biting the inside of his cheek as he got up to his elbows, then on his hands and knees, peeking over to see what he had written. “Oh, d’know. Had anythin’ in mind? Going to watch the groups in that basement in Broadgreen, or something?”

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul shrugged a little, biting his lip. It didn't really matter to him, as long as John was there by him. He gave a nod and crumpled up the paper into a ball in his fist, tossing it in the trash. Paul gave John another look, his eyes a bit wide and gleaming with an emotion he wouldn't let John read as he turned his head away quickly, looking at his records lined along the shelves of his room.

[offvocalmccartney]

John lifted open Paul's bedroom window, climbing halfway in, hands gripping onto the windowsill as he gave a non-chalant "Good morning." {1957}

Paul turned his head tiredly, still lying in bed as the 17 year old crawled up to his window. He gave a slight wave and a smile, unable to “say” anything due to his notebook being on his desk, open with the pencil on top of it.

[mxjennylennon]

-

     John blinked his weary eyes at the paper to make out Paul’s handwriting, giving a laugh as he muttered, “you don’t have to tell me twice,” taking him just a few steps to get over to the bed, crawling to get in, taking the covers and putting them over his head. 

     James Paul McCartney, A.K.A. the best friend you could possibly have.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul let out a little laugh as he put on a white button-up shirt over his black shirt, slipping on a pair of his nice trousers as well. He grabbed his house keys, leaving a note for John:

John, I'll be back around noon. My dad leaves for work at 9:30, so you can walk around and eat as you'd like. See you soon, Paul

After leaving the note, Paul hurried down his stairs, leaving yet another note for his father so he wouldn’t go upstairs to check on him. Paul hurried out the door before anyone could hear him, thankfully.

[mxjennylennon]

     Noon on the dot, John had gotten to the point where his clothes were halfway peeled off in his sleep– the state he was still in, actually, as he had been up at as late as four in the morning the previous night. That was the sight that Paul had been greeted with as the heels of his shoes clicked is bedroom floor, the only sound that took John out of that hazy sequence.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul came into his room, bringing up a glass bottle of milk and a blueberry muffin for John from the store, placing it on the desk. He went over and shook John, giving a grin as he playfully slapped his cheeks with gentle slaps to wake him up. He went over and wrote on his notepad:

I got you a muffin and milk, mate.

[mxjennylennon]

John awoke groggily, the only sound that came from him was mumbling and incoherent hums of all kinds— he had turned his head away from being buried into Paul’s pillows and up at him, focusing his near-blind eyes on the notepaper in front of him, giving a half-conscious and quiet cheer, "yaaaaay."

[offvocalmccartney]

up up up Johnny, can't sleep all day.

Paul got John up out of his bed and led him to the desk, ignoring the face John was practically half naked in his bed, and still not fully dressed. He opened the milk up for him before going to fix his bed up and flip his pillow over, cringing at the little slobber marks. After making the bed, Paul sat on the edge, stretching a little. Putting away groceries was a pain in the ass. He fixed his buttons along his wrist and looked out the window as John ate the muffin sloppily.

[mxjennylennon]

His jeans were kicked off and he was just in his shorts now, on the edge of Paul’s bed, being a complete slob who couldn’t even form words quite yet, just because his dearest friend let him continue sleeping in, and even returned to him with food. John was simply too much. He stood up, taking the glass bottle of milk and downing it in one go— wiping his mouth, and going to take back his tight jeans, wriggling back into them.

[offvocalmccartney]

Paul looked over, cleaning up the mess of crumbs left by the hibernating bear-child, John. He threw them into his trashcan, tying up the bag so insects wouldnt wonder into his room. Paul glanced around the room, then a little bit at John.

Wanna do something today? Just me and you, maybe?

Paul wrote, contemplating if he was gonna show John the note. It sounded like he was asking him out, not asking him to hang out. God, this was weird now.

[offvocalmccartney]

[[FACT NOT FACE ps brynn if i make some grammar mistakes can u fix them pls mobile suckS BUTT]]

[mxjennylennon]

//I’M ON MOBILE TOO OOPS BUT I KNOW WHAT U MEAN

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[1THANK]]

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[[FACT NOT FACE ps brynn if i make some grammar mistakes can u fix them pls mobile suckS BUTT]]