Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Yellow Roses (cute)

Y/n's POV

The old record spun around and around on the player, a scratching noise filling the room. But I never moved from my spot on the reclining chair. I was laying backwards, my back pressed against the seat and my legs hung up over the side.

My hair tumbled down onto the floor and the baggy sweater was laying flat against my front side. I didn't bother to wear pants, as the sweater managed to cover my body down to my mid thigh when standing. But in this position, I saw lace fabric of my underwear waistband peeking out from under the edge of the heavy wool.

Each breath was squeezed in and pressed out. The scent of yellow roses and orange citrus filled the apartment, and they are what made it hard to inhale. Every intake filled my mind with memories of my best friend.

Alright, maybe I was being a bit dramatic. But Jacob Sartorius is my best friend and he'd been gone for three months. I was just missing him a hell of a lot.

We shared the apartment, even though lately it had seemed to be more mine than his. But he was meant to be returning today, except now he'd texted to tell me that his flight had been delayed. He wouldn't wouldn't be getting back until late the next day.

The worst part of it all was that I'd been planning on finally telling him how I felt when he walked inside. I'd set out yellow roses the table for him. Usually it's a cliché for a man to give the woman roses, but I felt like breaking the traditions. Jacob had said once that yellow was his favorite color of roses because they were "underrated."

I had prepared an orange and walnut salad with chicken, thus the orange scent from me peeling the oranges. I can't cook very well, so I had just googled the recipe. I remember having a salad similar to it one night when Jacob and I were at his mother's house.

As soon as Jacob had texted to say that he wasn't coming home yet, I'd put the salads into the fridge, put the old record on, and collapsed onto the chair after putting on one of his sweaters.

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Next thing I knew, the sun was filling the room with the golden-pink spectrum of sunset colors as it plummeted towards the horizon. I finally got up, took the record off, and went to my bedroom. I flipped the light switch so the light hanging from my ceiling illuminated the room. I flung myself onto my bed, ready to just get Jacob back home.

I drifted off to sleep but woke up a few hours later for some reason. I rolled over onto my back, rubbing my eyes and looking up into my doorway. If my brain hadn't still been seventy-five percent asleep, I most likely would've screamed at the shadow standing in my doorway.

I realized why I'd woken up then. He'd turned the light off, but my bedside candles still flickered from where I'd lit them hours ago. He stepped into my room and the candlelight flickered against his cheekbones.

"What were the flowers for?" Jacob silently walked over to my bed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I sleepily sat up on the mattress, my back pressed against my pillows. I drew my knees up to my chest. "And is that my sweater?" A chuckle emitted from his lips.

He moved up the bed so that he was sitting right in front of me. "Don't ask so many questions, J. I'm still sleepy." I dropped my chin onto my knees. "But yes, it's yours. I missed you."

"And the flowers?" He asked, lightly dragging his fingertips across my shoulder. "Did you get a boyfriend while I was gone?" He laughed a little, but not seriously.

I lifted my face up. "Nope, still single. Why? Jealous?" A playful yet cocky smirk flexed onto my lips.

He scoffed, "Right." But even as the words left his lips, his fingers trailed over my arms and to my hands, sliding between my fingers until we were essentially holding hands. "I should wake you up at two am more often. You look gorgeous like this."

My cheeks heated up with his words, but they didn't catch fire until he lifted one hand up to his lips. He kissed the my back of my hand gently. His lips pulled away from my skin. I felt my hand almost tingling from the place he had just kissed.

"Y/n?" Jacob's smooth, velvety voice broke the silence.

"Hm?" I hummed a response, afraid I wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence due to the increasing speed of my heart rate.

"I, um..." He cleared his throat. "I love you, you know." I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

A smile formed on my lips as the familiar butterfly feeling in my stomach became present. "I love you, too." I let out a response; I had been waiting to say that for such a long time.

Through the dim candlelight, I saw his already rosy cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. I repositioned my body, extending my legs out across the top of the comforter and leaning against the headboard. I scooted over, allowing Jacob to take a seat next to me.

I could feel the tension in the room. I could sense that we both had something to say, but for some reason didn't want to let it out. The index finger and thumb of my right hand found the hem of the top of my sweater, which was starting to become too hot. I struggled to build up the courage to say anything to him.

"Jacob?" I finally choked out.

He looked at me but didn't say anything, although his face was a signal to continue speaking.

"The roses... on the table..." There were short pauses between my words. "I-I got them for you."

A grin danced onto Jacob's soft, delicate lips. "And you remembered my favorite color of roses." He playfully teased. "Yellow, because they're-"

"Underrated." I cut him off, finishing the sentence for him. "I know."

Our eyes stared into each other's, childish smiles on our faces. My eyes shifted down to his mouth, feeling the sudden urge to kiss him. In unison, both of our faces leaned in. The gap between us slowly vanished, and soon my lips gently touched his.

Why do I even write stories like this, I just keep reminding myself that I'll never find love JHJSHD. Anywayssssss should my next imagine be dirty or clean? Let me know what you'd prefer 😂 22 votes and 12 comments for more :)