The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| Paul |

We're gonna do double angst since John is a bitch...love you John strawberry fields forever fave but we love Paul more

Also sorry this is more about John than Paul 😭😭

Carissa drove to Paul's, tears streaming down her face, clutching her stinging cheek with one hand. John had hit it. You couldn't even fathom it. It was like a bad dream.
Your trembling body managed to walk up to Paul's door, quietly knocking on it.
Paul soon answered, and his expression dropped when he saw your pained expression.
"Oh, 'Riss, what happened?" He asked her, gently pulling her inside and sitting her on his couch, him doing the same.
"John hit me. He saw me dancing with Stu earlier today." She told him quietly, pointing to her cheek, looking down.
"Oh my gosh, his finger imprints." Paul muttered, pulling Carissa into him and stroking her hair.
"It'll be ok, darling. I'll kill him, don't worry." Paul smiled.
"No, Paul, please don't fight him." Carissa said, getting panicked.
"Calm down, love, I was just kidding. I will talk to him though. I'll calm him down." Paul assured her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"He-he promised he would never let anyone hurt me. But, he hurt me Paul." She whispered, trying to talk through her cries.
"I know, Riss. I'm so sorry." Paul whispered.

....

Carissa eventually returned home later that night, quietly opening and closing the door as to not have John hear her.
All of a sudden, though, the lamp turned on, much to your panic. Your heart started beating fast as your stomach dropped.
"Riss." He said in a tone that was a mixture of pleading and convincing.
"No. Get away." You whispered.
John looked at you, pain in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to." He said, coming up to you, tears pricking his eyes.
"A slap, now what, John? You're going to kill me in my sleep?" Carissa said, hurt.
Carissa shielded herself from John as he came closer to her, tears pouring down her face.
"Don't hurt me." She cried.
John hesitantly put his hands up to Carissa's cheeks, making her flinch and step back.
"I'm not going to hurt you." John whimpered, putting his hands on Carissa's cheeks, rubbing them with his thumb. Carissa winced and John pulled his hand away, looking at Carissa's slap mark.
"I-I did that?" He asked, horrified with himself.
Carissa looked down, sobbing. 
John slumped down to his knees, hugging Carissa's waist and resting the side of his head on her stomach.
"I'm so sorry." He cried.
Carissa looked up, biting her lip and putting her hand in John's hair.
"You promised you would never, ever hurt me." She said. (Does this specific scene sound familiar? Hint: we were on a break).
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you so much Carissa. I don't want to lose you, please. I'm just so insecure with myself and I saw you dancing with Stu, and I thought you were leaving me for him. I thought you found someone better." He wept.
"John, I would never ever leave you. You have no reason to be insecure, you're so handsome, and sweet, and talented. I love you too, it's just-" Carissa choked.
"I know. I know. I'm so so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. And I know you probably will never forgive me, but I will never hurt you again. I'll try to restrict my anger. If I could take it back I would. I'm so sorry." John said, his voice cracking as he stood up.
"I-I forgive you." Carissa smile softly, wiping her puffy eyes.
"Oh, look at you. Poor thing. I caused this." John looked so upset.
"I'm fine." Carissa put a hand on his shoulder.
"No. Slap me." John ordered.
"No!" Carissa said.
"Why not? Payback." John smiled.
"No. I have a better idea." Carissa led him into their bedroom, smirking.
"Oh." John groaned with a grin.

...

"So do you forgive me?" John asked her.
"I don't know. Are we even?" Carissa grinned.
"Sure. Even though that wasn't really much of a punishment, just an agonizing buildup." John smiled.
"But seriously, Rissa. I would never hurt you. I'm so sorry." John pleaded.
"It's ok, Johnny." Carissa took his hand.
John and Carissa laid down, John spooning her. Carissa drifted off to sleep, knowing that she was safe.

On crack part
"Bitch, don't go hitting my best friend!" Paul stormed into the house as Carissa and John were reading the newspaper together.
"It's fine, Paulie we made up." Carissa told him, getting up and putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, you twat. I thought I was your best friend! What are you gonna do, punch me?" John snickered, tossing the paper aside and rising from his seat, extending his arms out and flailing them slightly, like in a "what?" motion.
"I might, so what, ass munch? Speaking of ass munch, I know you had sex with Brian!" Paul pointed.
"What?" Carissa said, astonished.
"Yeah, Riss, he did. But this was like, 3 years ago, when you guys were friends and before you were dating. He's a new man now." Paul assured her.
"Wow, John. I never knew that." Carissa told her boyfriend.
John was pissed. "Paul! You-you-you have no right telling people that! That's between me and Brian, bless his soul." John looked up.
"I'm sorry." Carissa rubbed his arm.
"He was a good manager." Paul said sorrowfully.
"Ugh, Paul, I can't believe you told her! I was trying to bring that to the grave with me." John chastised him.
"Um, yeah, you know, so, speaking of grave, I went time traveling, and apparently, you get shot in New York City on December 8th, 1980. And die. Don't go there. Travel to Scotland or something. Also don't break up with Carissa. You'll meet some bitch named Yoko and that ruins the band." Paul told him.
"Wow, um, ok, thanks Paul. So, we're good here?" John said.
"Yeah. Love you, Riss. Peace, Johnny boy." Paul did finger guns at the two of them before strolling out of the house, winking at them with a grin before leaving and shutting the door.
"He's not kidding. I don't want you getting shot on me." Carissa said, panicked.
"Relax." John told her, holding her hands.
"No, John, I've literally gone back in time with him. I met Gregory Peck." She grinned.
"Oh, your celebrity crush? I see how it is." John smirked.
"I love you more, obviously. But he isn't fucking around, John Winston, so you better not be in New York City when that bloke shoots you, ok? I couldn't live without you." Carissa told him.
"I couldn't live without you, Carissa." John kissed her.