Could you do prompt 17 with John Lennon please.
17: needing to kiss to run away from bad guys.
So i didn’t really write this for running from bad guys, but running from a crowd of people.
Also, sorry this took so long to get out. I hope you enjoy!
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You were sitting on a bench outside, and reading a book outside a cafe. The Chestnut Tree Cafè, one of your favorites. It was a beautiful,warm Sunday, with surprisingly no rain today. Your closest friend,John, had been talking to you for a couple days, he came back to town for a show or two with his band. You both decided that it would be nice to meet up somewhere and catch up. To just be able to talk about your lives over the past year. You watched him turn the corner, you smiled.
You both used to come to this cafè all the time, you’d talk about school, love lifes, sexual encounters, how his shows went, what’s pissing you off. You two could share almost anything, he’d tell you a lot about his personal life, and so would you about yours. He sat down next to you on the bench smiled, and greeted you with a “Hello love”. You looked over at him and smiled “Hey dear, how have you been” you asked him, you put your book away, as he spoke about his recent show.
“There have been so mobs of people just running at me and shouting! They’d say ‘oh my god it's John Lennon!’ I swear, I’m not up for this. That’s all Paul’s thing.” He gestured with his hands while he spoke, it made you laugh. He loved to make you laugh.
“Good to know you're still my John.” you looked down at your cup and smiled. John always made you happy. He took you to prom in highschool, your date left you the night before, so he took you. You both smoked weed and went into the dance, it was great! You both still have those little moments of happiness, just not as much anymore. He laughed and looked at you. “Your John?”
“Yep, my John.” You said. John looked down at you. He could look at you for hours, you sparkling eyes or your perfect smile. He loved every bit of you, even the way you'd chip away at your nail polish the day you've done it.
You leaned on his shoulder, and took in his scent. You loved him. You were stupid enough to let yourself fall in love with him. You realized you at least liked him when you went to prom. As the years went on you realized how much you loved him. You didn't notice that he tested his head yours, you could almost fall asleep right there in public.
Just then John shot up, “Shit!” He said. He saw a small, yet large, group of girls point and walk towards him. You were confused, “what is it?” you asked. John panicked he hated the crowds of girls, following him everywhere.
“Hey, Y/n I'm sorry for this.” He said. “What?” You said leaning up. He grabbed both your legs and setting you over him, he reached up and kissed you. He rested one hand in your hair and another on your waist. You were so in shock, you sat there eyes wide open, while his were closed. Here you were straddling your best friend, while he kissed you. A bursts of confidence went through you, you mentally said fuck it, and I put your have in either side if him and kissed back.
You didn't know why he did it, but you wanted it so badly, John's lips had locked with yours perfectly, together they moved in sync as you both grabbed for each other.
The group if girls looked disgusted and walked away. You both forgot you were in public, you were both infatuated with each other at the moment. John looked back at you from the kiss. “Thank god they're gone.” He said leaning back. You're smile dropped. “Who's gone?” You said, you leave back off off him and just sat down on the bench. “This group of girls, u can't stand the stuff, if reader be left alone. I'm really sorry I didn't that.” He said. You were almost sad at the situation, he didn't want to kiss you, he just wanted to get away from a crowd.
“John I'm gonna go home.” You said, you grabbed your book and drink and started walking, John followed. “Hey, can I at least walk you?” He says with a smile. Fuck his smile, all you wanted was to punch him in his nice face. “Sure walk me home, I wanted to talk anyway.” You said anyway. “So let me get this straight,” you asked “You didn't kiss me because your wanted to, it was too get away from people?” You asked. He didn't know how to answer. There were many ways he could've gotten it of that situation, but he chose to kiss you. Because John had always wanted to, he always stares at your lips, or your body. He wanted you so badly, but he would never. He didn't want to lose his friendship with you, if he lost that he'd have nothing. He answered with a simple:
“Yes, and no.”, He scratched the back of his neck. “Look y/n I could've gotten out of the situation in so many ways. Hell I could've gotten up and left, but I kissed you, because it would scare them off, but that means I also get to kiss you! Y/n I think your beautiful.” You have noticed that you both stopped walking. Listening to the words come out of his mouth, left you standing head over heels for him in the middle of the sidewalk. “John, I love you.” you blurted out loud
John stood there “You what?” he asked,. A small smile rising in his lips. In a quieter tone you replied “I love you.” He smiled widely at you and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around him as you put your arms around his neck. He kissed you again and again, on your lips, cheeks, nose, forehead. Anywhere his lips could land they did. He carried you home like this with your head on his shoulder repeating you're vow of love for him.
