Poems - || Jack Maynard (fluffly) Imagine ||
Requested? Yes – ‘could you do a really cute fluffy imagine with Jack where Y/N goes to his house bc she’s had a really really bad day but he’s not there but she stays there waiting for him and in the middle of her sadness, she finds a little book of things he’s written about her like very poetic and cute and it makes her happy and he comes home and she just hugs him and thanks him yeah yeah you know’
[[DISCLAIMER: i have never in my 17 years of living ever written poetry, nor did i ever intend to because that shit is hard and im a horrible writer lol so dont come for me about my shitty poems in this please lol i know theyre bad omg but give this hoe a break ok xoxo enjoy]]
The sky was overcast and cloudy, no view of the sun nor was there any feel of its warmth. You had a thin shirt and jacket on top, not much to keep you from the cold breeze. However, this wasn’t even the beginning to your bad day. Since you awoke this morning, you were fairly upset, you tried callng Jack every now and then but didn’t want to bother him, so gave up on your last try in the afternoon. But as you walked down the gloomy, cold streets of London, it began to rain. It wasn’t a soft drizzle, it didn’t start with little dropplets, it was hard and harsh, and it was pouring. And this pushed you over the edge.
You knew crying over rain was silly, but it wasn’t the rain, it was the entire day. You’ve been holding in your tears all week, trying to push everything aside, but today, that didn’t seem to work. You silently cried as you continued walking, everyone around you running to avoid the rain and hidden under their umbrellas. You couldn’t care less. You knew you looked a mess, but you were about to go home and look even worse with the extensive crying coming through.
You decided theres no better place to go than to Jacks. Changing your route, you walked to Jacks apartment. He knew how to comfort you better than anyone else and all you really needed were some words of reassurance and a warm blanket.
After a few minutes, you found yourself at Jacks apartment complex, knocking on the door there was no answer. Even if he wasn’t home, you simply wanted to stay in his apartment. As well as not wanting to walk back in the rain.
You let yourself in with the spare key he had given you and walked over to his kitchen, turning the kettle on so you can make yourself a hot cup of tea. Heading to his bedroom, you picked out a shirt of his to wear instead of your wet, soggy clothes. But in doing so, a little book fell out.
Picking it up, you whipped a few tears off your first and out your eyes to see a little clearer. It was brown leather with a little strap to tie it up, clear pages that were evidently made to be drawn on except, when you openeded it, it had handfuls of little writings.
You were unsure of whether to read this, you knew it must have been secret, but when you spotted your name in one of the writings, you decided reading it wasn’t too bad of an idea.
“my dear Y/N, you are
more than you think,
you are what the people yearn for,
in the dark times of thunder and storm
you are what i need more
when days are no longer bright
and you are constantly crying
i promise i will do everything in my might
to keep you smiling.
Because if the woman who keeps me alive
feels like death is but her only option
I must have failed in some way.”
A few more tears rolled down your cheeks, this time, tears of admiration. You didn’t know Jack wrote like this nor did you know he wrote about you at all. And so, you continued reading on.
“The warmth of a
summer day, cannot be compared to hers
The touch of a rose petal cannot be compared to hers,
She is both gentle and warm,
Both the calm and the comfort.
The frost in a lonely Christmas night cannot be compared to hers
The gushing anger in the endless seas cannot be compared to hers,
As she is both cold and tempered,
Both the piercing and the rage
However, to me, she is but neither.
Not the restful nor the restless.
She is rather my home. My place of safety.
And most importantly, my happiness
Even if the sun and sea were to vanish,
I’d have all I need, within her.”
You smiled through your tears, it may have seemed cheesy and sappy but you loved it and you loved him and you were in a complete state of gratefulness.
As you sat with the book in your hands and a smile on your face, you heard the front door open and a familiar voice call your name.
“Y/N?!” Jack called, closing the door as he searched for his girlfriend. But you caught him before he could find you. You jumped into his arms and hugged him as tight as you possibly could. “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re all wet! Are you okay?” He asked as you pulled away from the hug, looking at him with slightly teary eyes and a smile. “I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up your calls, I’ve been—” you didn’t let him finish as you simply crashed your lips onto his. He was ataken back for a moment before he kissed you back, placing his hand on your face as he used the other to push your wet hair out your face.
“I love you. So much.” You said, looking into his ocean eyes as a large smile cracked through his features.
“I love you too baby.” He spoke, still smiling as he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes and wrapped in my softest blanket with a cup of tea. And you can tell me all about your horrible day whilst I plant kisses all over you. Yes?” he asked. You nodded with excitement as Jack was already rushing to get you warm clothes.