why don't we; imagines

bookshelf [j.a]

my boyfriend, jack, is mad at me today. at first i thought he was being fake mad to be cute and whatever, but came to a realization when he actually stopped replying to my texts and answering my calls.

me
jaccko

me
are you really mad?

me
come on bub answer me

me
🥺

me
what do i have to dooo for you to answer meeee

me
please?

jaccko
no

me
HA! U ANSWERED

jaccko
...

me
okay okay sowy 🥺

me
come over?

jaccko
😁

jaccko
no.

me
oh well, too bad

me
i was about to ask if you're good with your hands

me
cuz u know... i need help with something 😉

jaccko
i'll be over in 10

me
😏

phew. i knew that was the only way to get him to come over. i just have to wait for him to come on over here and it'll be a lot of fun.

my episode of the show Elite was interrupted by a frantic knock on my front door. i quickly got out of my covers on my couch and went to open them.

as soon as i opened the door, jack's lips were met with mine. his hands took their place on my hips as he eagerly explored every inch of my body.

that was until i pulled away.

"you wanna show me what you can do?" i asked and he gave me a sly smirk, his head nudging to the side, signaling to go upstairs.

i took his hand and went around the corner of the room as he tried to kiss my neck and collar bone.

damn, you're horny.

i pull him into my living room and stop.

he lifts his head and looks around the room before landing on the floor, looking at it with confusion.

"what is this?" he asks.

"it's a bookshelf. from ikea." i look at his face.

"ooookay... that's cool." he says awkwardly and i want to burst out laughing.

he looks at me for solid fifteen seconds.

"so are we going upstairs or not?" he asks again.

damn now, you're really horny.

"i mean i don't see why we would need to go upstairs." i let go of his hand and kneel down to the giant box.

"wait, what?" he looks at me.

"uhm, the box is here, not upstairs,"

"duh." i say.

"y/n, what is going on?" he asks and i smirk lightly.

"we gotta assemble the bookshelf, no?" i look up at him.

"you told me you were good with your hands, didn't you? good for the bookshelf." i look back down, absolutely dying of laughter.

"oh my god." he looks up at the ceiling and laughs jokingly.

"oh my GOD!" he drops his car keys on the ground and covers his face with his hands while i'm still on the floor laughing.

"you're kidding." he laughs lightly, sitting down on the couch as i walk up to him.

"i gotta take what i can get right?" i smile his way.

"that was good." he smiles back and i laugh with him.

"that was very good. you got me, i admit." he says as i do a little victory dance.

"yes! so, you'll help me assemble, strong boy?" i say playfully, watching his facial expression change.

"well," he says, "it would be a shame to not do it, since i drove all the way here." he pretends to think while holding his chin and looking up.

"but you did make a fool out of me," he looks at me and i frown.

"but you're y/n, so of course, i'll help you." he stands up and holds me in his arms, rocking us back and forth.

"god, yes! i would of not been able to do this by myself." i look up and give him a little kiss on the cheek.

"yeah, yeah, let's get to it." he lets me go and goes straight to the box.

we spend the next two hours just joking around and trying our best to put this thing together correctly. it was estimated 30 minutes of assembling, but yeah, that's not happening.

i walk from the kitchen to the living room with two glasses in my hands, handing one to jack as he finishes putting the last book on the bookshelf.

"here's some juice cleansing for us, we deserve it." i chug down my orange juice while he looks at me.

"i never thought assembling a freaking bookshelf would be so fun." he drinks out of his own glass, looking at the masterpiece we've made.

"yeah, to our luck, let's hope it doesn't fall apart by tomorrow morning." i laugh lightly, setting my glass down.

i feel hands pull me in from behind and him snuggling his face into my neck.

i hold onto his arms that are nicely placed around my waist and just give into him.

"so, now that that's out of the way," he says, "mind assembling my bookshelf?" he smirks and i laugh uncontrollably.

"jack! that doesn't even make sense!" i hit him on his arm.

"what?" he laughs as well, looking at me with that stupid smile.

"oh, i adore you, jack avery."

"i adore you as well, y/n y/l/n," he hugs me tightly.

"even more without clothes on."

"oh MY GOOOD." we laugh as i click play on the episode once again.