The Beatles Imagines

needy ♡

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The Beatles Imagines: Ariana Grande Series

Imagines all surrounding songs by Ariana Grande from her 'thank u, next' album

Part 3/4:
♡ needy ♡

john lennon x reader

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year: 1967 ♡

The late night turned into the early morning. The sky was just right; the orange sun turning gold on the indigo horizon of the sky, bleeding earth's canvas with lilac and pink adorned with white fluffy clouds.

The sky's colours from the window stared at me with awe; capturing my attention with its dream-like state; similar to those Rococo paintings of Heaven or the Good Place during the 1700s. It made me smile as I wiped the sleepiness from my eyes and sat up on the bed. The white pillows and comforter blanketing my body on the fluffy white mattress. The bed was missing something, however. I looked over beside me and noticed he was gone. John.

I called out his name for a while but followed with only silence that stood as a resonance instead.

'If you take too long to hit me back
I can't promise you how I'll react
But all I can say
Is at least I'll wait for you'

I got up with some haste in my veins, worried he left before I got to say goodbye. Grabbing one of his colourful button-ups that laid on the floor, my panties, a pair of knee socks and quickly tying my hair in a high ponytail, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the sunny kitchen. Our flat had this big bay window that lends the rays of sunshine into the aesthetic of soft white tiles and counters, but mainly feeding the burst of yellow sunflower that stood in a sea green vase. Basking in the smiling sun. I saw John's tall figure standing facing the balcony outside; wearing nothing but grey sweat pants, a white long sleeve, cigarette in hand and a mind full of thought.

I silently headed my way towards my boyfriend; sliding the door open to let the cool morning breeze in and standing behind him. A small smile framed my face as my hair blew in its ponytail. I gave a small sigh and hugged him from the back, letting my head rest on his back and intertwining my hands as they met around him. I felt John stiffen up for a tiny moment, causing him to drop his cigarette off the balcony, but then soften at my touch. A chuckle escaping his perfect lips and his hands laying on top of mine.

John turned around, greeting me with his beautiful face and a soft morning kiss on the lips. Slightly tip-toeing to reach his and laying my arms around his neck. His hands snaking its way around my waist pulling me closer. "You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" I said simply. Another fight at the studio with the band made John feeling upset and thinking about the world's worst nightmare. The strain of the fights and pressure made John coming home late to his sleeping girlfriend. A mix of frustration, guilt and anger hung around the air most of the time when John's was in the studio and sometimes it followed him home. Although he wished he could be forgotten to those familiar emotions because he didn't want to dampen the sun at home. His sun, Y/N.

"Lately I've been on a roller coaster. Trying to get a hold of my emotions,"

John started as the morning sun rose out of the sky, blasting the sky with a saturation of pastels. I nodded, looking down knowing full well about the late night workings at the studio to the arguments and fights. Only seeing him in the mornings had made me feel so distant to him. Last night was the only time I finally had spent time with John in a long while.

"But all that I know, is I need you close, Y/N."

You looked up smiled at him, hearing his words. His eyes were filled with stress, and looking for a way out. A person. A resemblance of hope. It softened through, however. "Through the nights you weren't there, I did too," I exclaimed softly with a small chuckle following through. There was that smile. That smile and chuckle made my heart flutter like a thousand butterflies.

"I know it's not my place, but the band is everything to you. Is there anything I can do to help you guys? Help you?" I stretched my words. I really wanted what was best for John. I know he loved his bandmates but the differences that started growing between the four strained their relationship. The thought of going solo with music flew around John's mind a few times. I would respect John's decision if he really did want to leave, but I know through those framed circle lenses he loves his bandmates. My words made John smile with a small chuckle escaping his mouth. He nodded and closed his eyes for a while. I gently put my hands on both sides of his face, pecking him with a kiss, but he pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. His tall frame engulfing me into his warmth.

"I don't deserve you, Y/N. You make me scream and shout for what I love. Making me Passionate but I don't give no fucks to what they say about you and I. I admit that I'm a lil' messed up, But I can hide it when I'm all dressed up."

These words were singing out of John's heart, and you smiled, feeling his love cover you from head to toe. He pulled away from the hug and gave me another soft kiss. I relished in his touches of affection, turning me into putty in his arms every time. He pulled away, looking at me with nothing but love in his eyes. Pure love.

"I'm obsessive and I love too hard, and I'm Good at overthinking with my heart. How you even think it got this far with you? You deserve better Y/N." My breath hitched at his words. My heartstrings felt like they were cut. I didn't want him to feel like this. I love him. I needed him.

'And I can be needy, way too damn needy'

I never felt like this with anyone before except John.

'I can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed
I can be needy, so hard to please me'

He makes me feel needed.

'I know it feels so good to be needed'

I looked into John's eyes with pure adoration. I wanted him to know that he is loved. By the band, by the world, the fans, by me.

"Sorry if I'm up and down a lot, and I'm Sorry that I think I'm not enough. And sorry if I say sorry way too much." He giggled slightly but continued. "You can go ahead and call me selfish, But after all this damage I can't help it. But what you can trust, is I need your touch, Y/N."

I cut him off with a passionate kiss; a kiss that if anyone saw, I wouldn't give a fuck. The kiss felt obsessive. I wanted his touch, his heart and his love. I could hide all of this passion and scream for his love underneath all the dressing up for the press but I needed him to know that I loved him. I felt needy for him. "No John, don't be. You're loved. By the band, Paul, George, Ringo. The world loves you. I love you, so much. don't ever say that. I need you." I said with all my needy heart.

'And I can be needy, way too damn needy
I can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed
I can be needy, so hard to please me
I know it feels so good to be needed'

He kissed me again, as he held me close to him. I felt him smile against my lips, muttering many 'I love you' at me. My trails of kisses lend down to his neck. Leading both of us back to the bedroom, I wanted John to know that I love him so dearly; I wanted to show him. The sun rising up and turning the sky a baby blue, and the sun shining brighter through the transparent glass that stationed through our flat. The light reflecting small streaks of colour through his glasses before we left to the bedroom once more.

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