Boyfriend Oneshots

Vampire Boyfriend (Pt 1)

A/N

Okay so the this one's a little slow. But if ur that person who likes to skip to the good parts then skip ahead to part 3 of VB. 

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You wake up from your best sleep in days refreshed and ready to take on the day. You look to your right and see your boyfriend, Emerson. Smiling at his phone he doesn't realize you're awake. You try to peer over his arms to see what's making him smile. 

"Good morning, y/n." He says with an amused tone still smiling at his phone. You wrinkle your nose at the fact that he spoiled your little scheme. You sit up and lay against the stack of pillows behind you. 

"Oh hello there." You roll your blue eyes and pull your knees up to your chest. Thirty minutes pass and the both of you are still sitting there. You with your knees pulled against you and Emerson still smiling at his phone, fingers tapping the screen every few minutes. Sighing, you get up and stretch then walk into the kitchen to make breakfast. 

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You just finish with the pancakes, putting the last one on the stack. It had been thirty minutes since you came out of your dark room and you had made pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and poured two cups of coffee. Sure, Emerson was a vampire who didn't need to eat but he liked to spend time with you and this was a way to do just that. 

You waited for your boyfriend to come out of your bedroom. Taking a seat at the counter with your coffee you absentmindedly scroll through your Instagram feed waiting for Emerson to emerge. The clock ticks. Time passes. The food has long gone cold. It's now 9:30am, and you hear a shuffle and a door closes. 

"Yeah...Haha haa, I'll see you in a few. Bye, Jacky." Your boyfriend walks out of your bedroom fully clothed and freshly shaven. Obviously, he had taken a shower. 

"I-uh made breakfast.." You say with a small, hopeful smile. His face forms an embarrassed look. 

"Oh shoot, babe, I'm actually on my way to meet up with someone for breakfast...I'm so sorry, dinner? Tonight?" Before you have a chance to say a word he waves goodbye and walks out the door to his car. 

"M'kay, bye, I guess." You say to an empty house which smells of cold pancake batter and eggs. He didn't even give me a kiss, you think to yourself, What am I supposed to do with all this food?

With a heavy sigh, you clear the table and toss everything out, not really wanting to keep anything. Whistling while you cleared the table you pulled out your phone and texted Emerson. 

TEXT

To Emerson: Hey babe, when are you coming home? 

(about 45 minutes later) 

To Y/N: I'll only be a minute gtg

END OF TEXT 

"Ugh, what has gotten into this boy." You flop down on the cream colored couch and binge watch Netflix. Episode after episode. Show after show. Hours pass like minutes and you watch the clock with every tick of its hands. Your despair turns into annoyance. You annoyance turns into sadness. You sadness turns into anger. Your anger fuels the fire burning inside you. 

Soon you remember that he said he was coming home for dinner and get up to make something. You check your phone to see if he texted you back...nothing. Still nothing. You shoot him a quick text asking him what he wants for dinner and you wait for a response. A good 15 minutes pass and you decide to just make tacos. 

Soon, the food is done and is sitting patiently on the table. 

You've texted Emerson once every hour he didn't show up. He left around 9:45. It's currently 4:30. You finally get fed up with his careless actions and angrily make your way to the bedroom. You snatch his pillow and a blanket from the closet and throw them onto the couch in the living room. Then you go to bed. Your body directly in the middle of the bed in order to hinder Emerson from getting in. 

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Emerson came in through the front door and changes into his pajamas then slips into bed beside you. He completely ignores the blanket and pillow on the couch and wraps his arms around your waist. You pull away and push his body towards the beds edge with your foot. He slides closer nuzzling his head into your neck. Your face heats up with annoyance and you push him away once more. And yet again he pulls himself closer. Fed up, you throw the blankets off your body and fall asleep on the couch. Where he is supposed to be. 

"Gosh dangit, should've changed the locks on the door when I had the chance." You make a sound of annoyance and cuddle up to a pillow and fall into a deep sleep. 

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

You wake up to the sound of voices. It sounds like Emerson is on the phone...again. Sighing you stare up at the ceiling with a pained expression. Does he know what this is doing to me?? You continue to lay there and stare at nothing. Emerson walks out of the bedroom texting fast and furious on the screen of his phone. You try to talk to him. 

"Hey babe, wanna go skating today? Like old times?" He nods and waves goodbye as he waltzes right out the door. His car pulls out of the driveway and down the street it goes. 

"I'm so over this." You trudge up the stairs to your room. Dragging your  blanket and pillow behind you. You reach your room and open the doors of your walk-in closet. You find a light blue cropped sweatshirt and a pair of cutoff white washed jean shorts. Throwing them on you move to the bathroom and start your morning routine. And finally, you walk out the door ready to forget about Emerson's weird behavior. 

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You drive your car to the mall and walk inside hoping to find a store that sold Christmas socks. You walk around, weaving in and out of stores dissatisfied with their lack of holiday footwear. Sighing you make your way to the food court because shopping works up an appetite. You find your favorite kiosk which is Charley's, btw. You place your order and take a seat at a table close by. 

Soon you get your food and finish it ready to embark on another journey to find Christmas socks. You get up to leave when you hear a familiar sound. It can't be....You strain your ears trying to ascertain who the voice belongs to. You turn around to get a better read. 

"Emerson??" Your jaw drops as you see your boyfriend sitting at a table with his arm around a girl you've never seen before.

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Okay! That's all for Part 1, keep reading to find out what happens next! 

Luv ya ❤️❤️, Frenchie