#ik it's short asf but i didn't wanna write an entire novel when i haven't written in forever

[strawberrypaul]

Ray of Sunshine

Pairing: John Lennon x female reader

Warnings: cigarettes? and possibly bad grammar oops

Word count: 555 (it’s short ik but i wanted to start small bc i literally haven’t written in like 1.5 years sooo)

Summary: basically just reader being in love with John Lennon and enjoying the little things in life!

Note! i’d like to dedicate this to my bestfrand on here. thank you for always being there for me and always listening to me even when i talk about the most uninteresting stuff 90% of the time, love u 

There must be something special with summer. The absolutely heart-warming rays of sunshine reaching the earth, warming it up. The free birds flying high above the ground with happy wings. And the scent. That luscious fragrance of summer that makes you wish you could put it in a perfume bottle and keep it forever. Everything around you smells like a perfect mix of pink flowers, fresh linen and pure love.

Speaking of love, when you turned your head from the typewriter and looked out the half open glass door that led to the balcony with the stunning view of London, you saw your love. A man with light chestnut hair that had an almost undetectable tint of red in it that he had inherited from his beautiful mother. Hazel eyes that light up in a hundred different shades of brown and green when the sun shines on them. That man was standing on the balcony looking down on the full streets. People walking, laughing, drinking coffee, enjoying the passionate sun. To think that this man was yours, and yours only, was still beyond belief even after all these years of being the other’s true half.

“John”, you thought for yourself. “I’m the luckiest woman on this earth. I have you, that’s all I need to classify myself as the most fortunate woman alive”.

You watched him take a long drag from his cigarette. You knew you certainly shouldn’t romanticize smoking, but you just couldn’t help but to fall even deeper in love with him as he blew out the smoke that had filled his lungs only seconds before. He made everything seem so effortless, and maybe it was effortless? Or maybe you were just a simple girl deep in love with a complex man? His sometimes questionable behaviour, his puzzling ways of showing his love. These were the things that made you fall deeper in love but made others question your choices. You could agree to that perhaps he wasn’t always easy to understand, but that never mattered to you. What mattered to you were the small but significant things in your normally uneventful day to day life. Like how you every so often wake up to the soft sound of an acoustic guitar playing next to you making you shift around in the white sheets to face the man playing those graceful serenades. Or how the two of you would slouch in the worn-out couch late at night, slowly drifting off to a deep sleep and waking up in his arms with messy hair and a scrambled up blanket in between the two tired bodies. 

“This is life, John”, you said with a soft voice as you approached him. Putting your head on his shoulder you took in the mind-blowing view as you inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. It was as if he was made for you. His shoulders were the perfect height for your head to rest on. And when you hugged, your bodies melted together and the two of you became a whole. “This is the perfect life” you told him once more, this time feeling him put his head on top of yours. 

To most people this would be considered a lazy Saturday noon. But to you this was one more memorable chapter in a hopefully never ending love story.