𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

JOHN.

- 6 -
John Lennon.

Requested by @shimmeringstar

- after so long, i have finally completed your request! sorry it's not smuty (lol), but i just couldn't help myself. thank you sm for your patience & i hope you enjoy.

*:･ﾟ✧

May, 1971

The light, floral sent of the freshly washed, white bed sheets dances through the air to the melody of soft, howling whispers of the early morning winds. The bedroom you and John shared was painted in a glourious bed of moonlight as the white curtains flowed ever so calmly with the dance of the night. Cars driving carefully down tight Liverpoolian roads and paths add to the chorus of the breathless song. The chill spring air filled you and John's lungs with a deep inhale and sallowly exhale. With every twist and turn both your bodies made caused a string of ruffles to form underneath you in their loving embrace.

John's back was currently facing towards your side of the bed; his arms and legs folded up beneath him; his hands sandwiched between his single pillow.

Even in mid sleep, he could sense the feeling of loneliness and isolation without the reassurance of your person pressed against his. With his body growing colder by the minute, he unconsciously turn towards your side as his right arm quietly searched for a place to hold you closer to him.

However, to his surprise, all he could feel was the warm, empty sheets folded upwards without you in them. Realizing that you were no longer in bed, John's eyes opened tiredly towards your usually laying spot.

"Love?" His hoarse voice softly echoed, his arm propping himself up from his slumber. He called out once more, "Love? [Y/n]?" Looking around the now empty room, John began to feel worried and confused.

What in the bloody hell?, He thought to himself recklessly. Turning on his back, he checked his nightstand clock for the time; 5:50 a.m. What is she doing so early in the damn mornin'?

With his sightly lazy motivation, John removed the sheets from his body, swung his leg off the end of the bed, and wobbled to a stable stance against a nearby wall. Without putting his robe or slippers on, he made his way around the house, whispering the words "Love," "Sweetie," and your name in hope of finding you. After looking in every room upstairs - and to no luck - he made his way downstairs towards the kitchen, still in searching for the one he loved.

Once down the cool, wooden stairs, he continued on with his search until he spotted the shifting movements of your frill body in the breeze, chill air on the patio. In his sleep like state, he opened the outside door and made his towards you as you stared off into the garden and early morning sky.

"What are ya doin' at this God damn hour?" John's arms snaked their way around your hips and pulled you closer to him; his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"Good morning, John," You giggled. "It's nothing, just couldn't sleep."

"Bad dream, huh?" You stared down in embarrassment. "Well, why didn't ya tell me? I would 'ave made all those bad monsters go away." You playfully smiled as you lightly elbowed him in his stomach, causing him to cheekily chuckle into your ear.

His arms began to hold you tighter, "It's only a joke, love!" He swooned with a little, planted kiss on your cheek. "For the most part."

You chuckled, "Well, now that you're up, would you like a coffee or tea?"

"Nononono," John protested eagerly. "You've been through quite enough for one shity mornin'. The least I can do is get me own gallon of coffee for meself. With, maybe, a side of pancakes for both of us?"

"But you don't even cook..."

"I can experiment."

- sorry for it being so short, but i just thought this would be a cute idea for John.

hope you enjoyed it and beside to stay tune for more imagines in the near future :)

hope you have a lovely day,

sarah x