Crying, Waiting, Floating

• Words - 740
• John Lennon x Reader
• Kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Woooo! She’s finally updated!! Just a little something. I’ve been meaning to write for a while but tonight I got really sad and I’m not in the best situation so obvs had to imagine my fave bug boy was there for me. Have literally finished writing this two minutes ago and I haven’t checked over it so if they’re any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors then I guess you’re just gonna have to sue me

Life was still. It was as if you were floating in the middle of a lake, the calm waters surrounding you as you bobbed aimlessly wondering where the water would take you.

Only you knew, deep down, the water wasn’t going to take you anywhere. You knew the only person that could take you anywhere was you. Only right now, that seemed to be the impossible task. You couldn’t rely on the gentle waves to carry you steadily, you had to flip over and start swimming for your life.

Your little flat was blanketed in darkness, a candle flickered dimly on your bedside table, nearing the end of its wick. Though you were wrapped in blankets, you were far from warm. You were wide awake, concentrating on the plain landscape of your ceiling, unsure as to what you were trying to find.

A purpose perhaps? You sighed defeated my. You rubbed your face, steadily succumbing to the hollow feeling inside you, accepting sleep may not be on the cards this evening. You longed for something, but couldn’t place what that something was.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you couldn’t hear the gentle click of a key in the lock, nor the way it scraped against the carpet as it was pushed open.

It wasn’t till the door to your bedroom was opened that you realised you weren’t alone. A stream of light from the hall broke the darkness, and the shadowy figure of a head popped through.

Though you couldn’t make out their features, the silhouette of that aqualine nose and the shaggy mop top was a dead give away.

‘Had me worried birdie, not heard from you in days’

His voice was hoarse, tired from hours of singing and harmonising, and scratched from the many cigarettes you knew he would’ve smoked throughout the day.

Nevertheless, He felt like an anchor.

“‘m sorry. Never realised’ you turned your head to look at him, hoping he could see the apology in your eyes.

‘No need to apologise. I just, I just missed you I suppose.’ He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. You smiled.

Softly, he made his way over, careful to discard of his shoes at the doorway, and slowly shedding his clothes as he approached you. Though this moment was exceedingly intimate, there was nothing remotely erotic about it. You could feel yourself warm at his words.

This is love, you mused.

You moved over as he slipped into the bed, an arm reaching for you, desperate, and you complied, shuffling so close to him you couldn’t fit a needle between you.

‘Missed you too.’ You whispered, looking up at him, delicately tracing his jaw with your finger.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your nose.

‘I know you haven’t been alright lately’ he began, and as you were about to protest, he silenced you with a kiss.

‘But that’s ok. You don’t have to be. I’m here.

Always.’

‘I just don’t want to drag you down with me John,’ you said, focusing all your strength into not letting your voice crack.

To this, he pulled you even closer to him.

‘For such a clever little thing, you say the silliest stuff. Who is the only person who holds me on my darkest days? I have to do the same for you. No question about it. It’s only love,’ and to that he broke into an eager grin, trying to coax one out of you.

And it worked. Of course it worked. It always did. He had this unnatural way of wrapping you up and kissing everything better. Perhaps you didn’t have to swim, and perhaps you didn’t have to drown. Perhaps, if you had John by your side, you were happy to drift. To let the water carry you as you held the man who kept you afloat.

‘I love you’ you whispered, the room heavy with sincerity. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses.

‘I wrote a song about you today’

You hummed with interest. ‘Really?’ You asked, muffled by your closeness to him.

‘Well, the chorus needs a bit of work, but the bridge sort of goes I love you, I love you, I love youuu, that’s all I have to say. And if I fin-’

‘Shut up you sap Paul wrote that,’ you laughed.

‘Well,’ he hummed, ‘guess I’ll have to write you an even better one’