pairings: john lennon x reader !
summary: John loves to bring you things, even if they aren’t what he thinks they are… he just wants you to be happy. always.
warnings: just soft john !
this is my second ever fic on tumblr & i am soooo nervous to post because i always feel so intimidated by other readers but i really love this fic & i hope you do too !!! thank you all for reading <3
“Babe! I’ve got things for you!” You heard your boy yell from downstairs as the door opened and shut quickly, John walking into the house. Shucking his shoes off, he quickly grabbed the small plastic bag from his right arm and placed it on the couch, bouncing oh his toes waiting for you to come down the steps.
As you came down and caught sight of John, you could’ve awed out loud. The sweet boy, bouncing on his toes with the dorkiest & most innocent smile on his face, his hands together behind his back. You smiled warmly as you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek, giggling as John hummed into your touch. You pulled back as you spotted the small bag on the couch and made your way over to sit down.
“What’s this, darling?” You asked in curiosity.
“Open it!” John exclaimed excitedly, bouncing slightly as he clapped his hands together, awaiting your reaction to his gift.
You gently pulled a small piece of bubble wrap with something inside that you couldn’t quite make out until you unraveled it. Falling out of the bubble wrap and into your hands, John got you… a rock?
“It’s one of your pretty crystals! Yknow, the ones you keep on your nightstand? Have energy ‘n stuff?” John rambled out immediately at your confused face, praying to god he hadn’t screwed up.
You looked up at him, his eyes showing a shine of insecurity and uncertainty, his mouth moving into a frown. Your eyes softened at his state as you immediately pretended to recognize what crystal it was. You smiled, rolling around the normal garden rock and examining it in your hand.
“Oh love, it’s beautiful! Thank you so much! Gee, this one is so rare! Where did you even find it?” You asked, glancing up to John, who’s face lit up with excitement once more and clapped his hands slightly and quickly, a little habit he had picked up when he got excited.
“Oh I’m so glad you like it! I was worried it was the wrong thing…” John trailed off as he began to tell you that he found the ‘crystal’ by a bench in the park and thought it was perfect for your collection. And as he sat down, head in your lap, your hand in his hair, and continued to ramble on about his day, you realized that there was never anything more you could ask for in this life but him.
You kept the rock in your crystal collection forever.
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