Johnxpaul Stories

❝paul's broken a glass, broken a glass, paul's broken a glass, a glass, a glass he's broke today ❞ -john lennon

"I wonder what would happen if we just said fuck it and give what we've got going on here a chance" A story in which John is with cynthia while Paul yearns for him

John liked Paul. That much was obvious to everyone close to the boys. but not to Paul. can they ever trade the unrequented love for a relationship?

Its a Story about a band of brothers, will things go there way? or will it all fade to yesterdayyyy? SMUT/fluff,: PART 2, PART 4

John Lennon is a stereotypical bad boy- he does drugs, skips school, drinks and has sex. Paul McCartney is a stereotypical good boy- he never goes out late, always does his homework on time and always looks picture perfect. What will happen when these two very different boys get put into an arranged marriage together?

" Why am i in Paul McCartney's body ?! " . . Connie a young beatlemaniac woke up in 1963 >McLennon< Smut... Smut beloved SMUT 200-700 words per chapter Update every 3-5 days ( or 8293838 days ) Currently on hold. Ig: @mc_lemontea Highest rank: #14 in mclennon Started: march 13 2020 and then went on hold for idk how many months.. but I'm back now❤️chapter 17 is the start of my writting skills improvement❤️

Paul thought he was ugly, worthless, and fat. John thought he was a prince This fic doesn't support eating disorders Adult Helpline: 0808 801 0677 Studentline: 0808 801 0811 Youthline: 0808 801 0711

This is just McLennon ship. Hope you like it

a modern - day (ish. . . no covid) mclennon fic about two 9th grade boys.

┊┊┊┊⋆ ✧ . ✧　✵ 𝓘𝓷 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 ┊┊┊☆ * * ⋆ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮 ┊┊★ * 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮 ┊┊* . *　✦ 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ┊☆ ° ✧ 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 ✦ ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ When John Lennon invites a certain Paul McCartney into his band, he just can't seem to keep his eyes off the ebony-haired lad. But who could blame him? With beautiful eyes, flawless skin, soft hair, and a sweet personality, Paul's damn near perfect. And John can't help but feel an overwhelming urge to make that boy his. But after Paul's father sends him to a boarding school in Germany, John is left all alone, and their lives take an unexpected turn. What lies between these pages is a story of friendship, betrayal, heartbreak, and of course, love TW: alcohol and drug use, and eventually smut. ~SOME STUFF ISN'T HISTORICALLY ACCURATE~ Enjoy <3

It was 1964, and pretty much every teenage girl was obsessed with the Beatles. But not 18 year old Y/N L/N. She preferred books over boys, and hardly even knew the name John Lennon. But when her younger sister drags her along to a Beatles concert one night, her whole life is about to change when she meets a certain drummer... There will also be McLennon in this story, just so ya know :3

"Hi mom," John whispered. "Sorry, I don't 'ave any flowers." He sighed trying to hold back the wave of tears he so desperately wanted to let out, "I- I forgot." He stared at the ground for a few minutes when a tear fell down his cheek. And another one, and another, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and started to sob burying his head in his hands. Suddenly he heard footsteps moving towards him, he quickly dried his tears and looked around to see who it was. There stood a boy in front of him maybe a few years younger than him, he had light brown hair and his eyelashes were so big that they almost looked fake. John knew this bloke.

21-year-old Paul McCartney, who has recovered from a mental breakdown due to stress and his mother's sudden, unexpected death, has recently moved to London where he now rents a cheap flat with his friend George. Having needed to give up his medicine studies, he has decided to start over and go to art college instead where he meets the rude and troublesome John Lennon, a young poet, who, much to Paul's dismay, also happens to be his neighbour. (Modern, College/University AU)

•purposely lowercased• •paul is also shorter than john• -highschool au- john spun around on his heel, staring down at the boy who ran into him. the boy was angelic, with an ivory complexion that went well with the contrast of his dark skirt. "my, my. aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" john asked, offering the boy his hand. he raised his eyebrows at john's gesture, but took his hand nonetheless. "what's your name, darling?" the boy responded with a demure smile, contradicting with john's confident one. "paul. paul mccartney."