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werewolfdays · 4 years

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snippet - Seeing Is Believing

AKA: when Nadya sees Jayde turn into a werewolf for the first time-

I stared up at the broad, bright face of the moon nervously, taking in it’s silver rays with a new understanding. A full moon was far from an unfamiliar occurrence for me to experience, but there was something different about it tonight. Like the light itself was magical. A small, irrational nerve in the back of my mind was worried that I would somehow turn into the very creature that Jayde was just by being exposed to it. Hopefully that’s not how it worked.

“Alright, admit it.” Jayde said beside me, looking up at the moon just like I was. Although she had more of an excited twinkle in her dark blue eyes, made even darker in the forested night, almost matching the color of the sky.

My eyebrows furrowed at her, “Admit what?”

Those amused midnight irises landed on me, “A part of you still doesn’t believe I can turn into a wolf.”

“You can heal faster than anyone and I’ve seen your eyes glow.” I pointed out, “Turning into a wolf isn’t such a huge leap.”

“But you’re still unsure.” Jayde replied knowingly.

“I don’t know…” Now that I thought about it, Jayde was right. Even with all of the evidence she gave me, I still didn’t fully believe. There was a voice in my head saying, It can’t actually go as far as shapeshifting, right? With an exhale, I admitted, “Maybe.”

She smiled at me in a way that made my stomach flutter, “You’ll see. This is my favorite time of the month.”

“Really? It’s not like… getting your period or something?” I asked awkwardly.

Jayde fully laughed, and even though I felt embarrassed for having asked an apparently stupid question, it was worth it to hear the rare and joyous sound. “No, it’s not like that.” She corrected me patiently, “I can shift whenever I like, it just feels really good to do it on a full moon.”

“Gotcha.” I replied quietly with a small nod.

Her gaze studied me thoughtfully, “Do you ever get restless? Like say you’ve been cooped up inside all day and you just need to go out and do something because the energy inside of you feels like a growing ball of static?”

I nodded again in understanding, “Yeah.”

“Well, that’s what it feels like when a werewolf doesn’t shift on a regular basis.” Jayde explained, “The longer you put it off, the bigger that ball of static gets. And the feeling is amplified during the full moon. So, shifting is a good thing. A very good thing.”

I took a moment to process the information she gave me. As nervous as I felt, it was also deeply fascinating. My curiosity outweighed my unease. “That’s why people lose control on the full moon.”

“Mhm,” Jayde confirmed with a nod, “It’s hard to hold it back when the moon calls you.”

I motioned to the woods in front of us, “Then don’t let me stop you.”

Her crooked grin broadened at the invitation. Jayde stepped forward and started to remove her jacket, but suddenly hesitated, looking at me with an unsure expression, “Uhm… I, uh,” She cleared her throat and I blinked at her, trying to figure out the point she was struggling to get to. “I’m going to get undressed. That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”

For some reason it didn’t really occur to me that Jayde would be naked in front of me. Nudity wasn’t a thing that really fazed me thanks to my time working in a hospital, but at Jayde’s question, I felt intense heat rush up my neck to my cheeks and ears, causing my body to tense up awkwardly. “Oh!” I exclaimed in a voice a few octaves higher than I intended. “Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

“Oh, I don’t care if you look.” She said with a light chuckle, then her eyes widened, “I-I mean, it doesn’t bother me, I was just worried about you.”

Unable to think of anything else to say that wouldn’t make this even more awkward, I repeated, “Don’t worry.” with a feeble shake of my head.

“Okay,” Jayde struggled to keep eye contact with me. I mentally cursed myself. “I’ll just go for it then.”

“By all means,” My hand motioned forward again like an idiot.

Jayde paused again, fully turning to face me, “Once I’ve turned, I might look a little intimidating. Just remember that it’s still me in there, okay? I won’t hurt you.” The soft sincerity in her eyes was enough to soothe some of my nerves.

I met her serious gaze and smiled reassuringly. “I trust you.”

It was true, and Jayde blinked at me in shock. She genuinely wasn’t expecting me to say that and I couldn’t figure out why. Jayde’s done nothing but gain my trust in the time I’ve known her. I trusted her with more than my life at this point.

After a few beats, her surprise leveled out to a warm smile. The way the moonlight shone down on her was mesmerizing. It made it look like she came from a dream, illuminated in that magical silver glow. Then her eyes flashed to a deep golden, glittering in their own light. My eyes stayed glued to hers, entranced by how intensely they watched me. It took a moment for me to remember how to breathe.

The first pop of a shifting bone sounded through the trees, making me flinch. Jayde only chuckled low in her throat, almost growl-like, and started to remove her clothing. A crack followed the pop, and her chuckle turned into a groan. I forced myself to look away, feeling like it was too private to witness despite her telling me it was okay.

I lasted about thirty seconds staring at the ground before my morbid curiosity won out. Jayde’s body was completely bare, crouched on the ground with her fingers dug deep into the earth. Her ribs and spine began to contort, snapping in and out of place to reform itself into the anatomy of a wolf. It was almost sickening to look at, but astonishingly… it wasn’t. There was something utterly fascinating about it. Magical and mystic. My mind recalled myths of gods that could shapeshift into any being they wished. There was nothing monstrous about the way Jayde’s form shifted. Weirdly enough, it looked natural.

I watched white fur replace her scarred skin. Watched as claws and fangs sprung out like a time lapse of a sprouting plant. The whole ordeal didn’t take as long as I expected. Maybe just over a minute, though it felt longer. It seemed like a drastic change like this should take hours, but now a huge white wolf took the place of the young woman that was in front of me only minutes ago, shaking its body free of any lingering discomfort while the last bones settled into place.

My mind drew a blank. Staring at the wolf before me with a slack jawed expression. No way, my mind echoed. No way I just saw that. But I did. I knew to expect it. All the evidence confirmed it. My eyes confirmed it, but I still couldn’t fully process what was just shown to me.

“You really are—“ I began, shaking my head in bewilderment, “You’re actually a werewolf.”

Jayde was right about her looking intimidating. She was bigger than a Great Dane, her shoulders easily taller than my waist. Her paws were huge, leaving deep indents in the dirt. Claws that looked sharp enough to rip through anything. They could probably pass through flesh like butter. Yellow eyes regarded me with a predatory twinkle to them, a mere inch away from activating my fight or flight response. I found it bewitching and nerve-wracking to maintain eye contact with her.

She inched toward me tentatively, and for a second, I found myself too frightened to move. I’ve never been in the presence of any kind of wild predatory animal. Not even so much as been to a zoo. And now I was being approached by a massive werewolf on a full moon. If she wanted to, Jayde could be done with me in a matter of seconds. It would take no effort on her part at all and I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.

But that wasn’t her.

As if sensing my fear, Jayde lowered her head to make herself smaller. I shook the irrationality out of my mind, recalling her words. I won’t hurt you. My hand slowly reached out to her, fingers trembling in residual fear and excitement. I realized that Jayde was waiting for me to meet her halfway, so I mustered my bravery and took that final step forward.

The softness of her forehead met my palm and instantly my anxiety melted away to absolute awe and wonder. Jayde’s wolf from leaned into my touch, surprising me with just how gentle she was. My hand traveled further back, behind her ears and to her shoulder. Her fur was incredibly soft and thick enough that I almost completely lost my hand when I buried it further into the back of her shoulder. The pure whiteness of it astounded me as well. Like a ghost shinning in the moonlight.

“You’re beautiful.” I muttered out through a quiet breath.

Jayde’s amber eyes met mine again. I wasn’t sure if it was possible for a wolf to look shy, but I could’ve sworn that she did for a second. I brought both of my hands up to caress the sides of her face like I did whenever I pet a dog. The intelligence in her eyes finally made me snap out of my trance. This was Jayde. She was still in there. And I was petting her. Touching her in a way that I never have when she was in her human form. It was way too easy to forget that this wasn’t just an animal.

I was more than a little mortified with myself. No part of me wanted to stop, but I jerked back, “I’m sorry,” I stammered quickly, “I-I didn’t mean— it’s probably really rude to pet you, isn’t it? I’m so sorry.”

Jayde huffed in a way that nearly sounded like a laugh. To my surprise, she nuzzled her head against my side as if to say, I don’t mind. So I let my hands run down her back to feel her fur one more time. The massive wolf leaned into me further. If she put any more weight against me I might fall over.

I giggled a little when I stumbled on my feet, “Careful, us humans aren’t built like tanks.”

She eased back and twirled around happily, cocking her head and wagging her tail like an excited puppy. The playful action wasn’t expected, which made my smile grow wider. It was a ridiculous sight, a big scary being of myth and legend acting like a loveable cub. I knew she must be jonesing to let out all the energy the full moon gave her.

“Okay,” I nodded, “You go on ahead. I’ll try to get some sleep in the car.”

The white wolf hesitated, looking at me with a wolfish grin. For a moment I thought that she was wanting me to play with her. I got that same look from my neighbors dog whenever I was watching him. All that Jayde was missing was a tug-toy hanging out of her mouth. The thought made me embarrassed again and I internally chastised myself for comparing Jayde to a dog in such a way.

The moment passed and Jayde took off into the woods to do whatever it is a werewolf does on a full moon. She cast me one last yellow-eyed glance that twinkled through the dark clustered trees like golden stars before she disappeared completely.

I let out a long sigh, staring into the woods and hoping for just one more glimpse of her, but she was gone for the night. My body was still buzzing with wonder as I gathered the clothes that she discarded on the ground, folding them up and taking them with me to the car. We set up a makeshift camp for the evening, the back seats folded down and padded with sleeping bags and blankets to act as a bed. A lantern hung from the raised trunk door, illuminating the car even though the light of the moon might’ve been enough.

Of course I knew it was foolish of me to try and get some sleep. How could I after seeing a werewolf transformation in person for the first time? It was really just a need to lie down and process in the calmness the quiet night gave me. A part of me still didn’t believe what I saw. Surely I was drugged or something. Maybe I hit my head and this was all a fever dream.

I must’ve stared up at the ceiling of the car for hours. Each inhale and exhale was in slow motion. My eyes barely even blinked. I went through all of the emotions again. Disbelief. Fear. Wonder. Awe. And overall, the experience was simply… incredible.

I knew a werewolf. I’ve been traveling with a werewolf. I’ve been eating meals and talking to a werewolf. A werewolf saved my life. A werewolf.

I have a crush on a werewolf.

My heart drummed so hard in my chest at the last thought that I actually gasped and placed my hand over it to see if I could feel it. The strong rhythmic vibration against my palm left me breathless. Almost like I was being kicked in the chest. Like my heart was trying it’s best to leap into my grasp. I held my hand there, unable to move while I waited for it to slow, but it seemed determined to keep up its pace.

That is until I heard a howl in the distance. My whole body stilled at the sound. A gentle yet firm reminder that what I saw really was real. The song continued, and with it, my heart slowed. It was beautiful. The way it flowed softly through the forest to reach my ears began to soothe me. I wasn’t sure if there were any other wolves in this area, but even if there was, I still somehow had a strong feeling that it was Jayde howling. I could feel it was her in my bones. Knew with an unwavering certainty.

Is she howling for me?

That was harder to tell. But why do wolves howl? To communicate with their pack. I was her only companion right now, so she had to be howling for me, right? Logically, it made sense, but it still felt too good— too intimate for it to be the truth. Regardless, I let her distant voice wash over me. Let it fill my icy veins with warmth. I felt safe knowing that she was out there. And eventually, it allowed sleep to take me.

I was roused an unknown amount of time later, though it must’ve been hours because I felt the light of the sun against me instead of the moon. The trunk was still open, letting the lovely scent of a campfire wash over me along with other smells that made my stomach grumble before I even fully opened my eyes. I cracked them open, drowsily lifting my head up enough to spot Jayde tending to whatever she was cooking over the fire.

It was a bit of a shock to see her as a human again. For a moment I questioned what I saw last night once more. But it was too ingrained in my mind for me to go beyond a couple seconds of doubt. In fact, my resolved certainty sprung me into excitement once more and I propped myself up further in a sudden burst of energy. I noticed that a blanket had been placed over me sometime during the night and I tugged it around my shoulders with a comforted smile, knowing that Jayde must’ve been the one to place it there.

Jayde noticed me wake, her head perking up in my direction. A bright smile came across her gorgeous face for a split second before she reigned it in for a more calmer one. “Good morning.” She said, filling up a mug of what I hoped was coffee and came over to hand it to me.

I gratefully accepted the cup, holding it in both hands to warm my cold skin. I didn’t even think about how cold the night had been until now and became even more thankful for Jayde giving me warmth. “Thanks. Morning to you too.”

I looked her up and down carefully while she stood in front of me. She was still the same Jayde. Nothing was different. Nothing was out of place. I was relieved at her normalcy, but also searched for any remnants of the wolf inside of her. It wasn’t there any more than it usually is. Again, I was struck with how easy the transformation seemed to be on her. She turned into a full-fledged wolf just like that and then she must’ve changed back into a human with the same amount of effort. Almost like it was normal. And it was normal for her. It just blew me away.

Jayde started to shift uncomfortably under my close inspection, “How are you doing?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that.” I told her with a small laugh, lifting the cup of coffee up to my lips.

She shrugged, “Just the usual.” I watched as Jayde ran a nervous hand through her hair, exposing her neck for a moment. Apart from a small scar curving around her skin, it was flawless. I had the urge to reach out and run the tip of my finger along the mark. “How are you feeling about what you saw?”

I raised an eyebrow at her, recalling when she told me about her remarkable senses, “You couldn’t tell?”

A lopsided grin curled up the corner of her mouth, “I smelled a lot of emotions on you last night. It was a little overwhelming.”

My smile was apologetic and I took another long sip of coffee to delay my answer. I wasn’t really sure what to say about it yet.

“You were afraid.” Jayde noted quietly when I didn’t say anything.

“I was a little at first.” I admitted, “But honestly?”

Her eyebrows perked up to urge me on.

I looked directly into her eyes, amazed by how different the dark blue looked during the day. Like the sun shinning down on the ocean. Remembering how they could shimmer into a gorgeous deep gold. Entrancing like a fire. “It was breathtaking, Jay.”

I watched as her cheeks visibly colored. Jayde stared at me, her lips parted and mouth slightly agape. After a few seconds, she moistened her lips and said, “That was the first time I showed that to a human willingly.”

“I’m glad that you trusted me enough to show me.” I replied, understanding that Jayde must’ve been just as nervous as I was.

“I trust you with everything.” Jayde told me sincerely, “But you still surprise me.”

I felt my own cheeks flush, “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.”

We stayed quiet and still, watching each other for a long quiet minute before a suddenly loud crackle from the fire drew Jayde’s attention away.

“Oh, I made breakfast.” She looked to me and pointed over her shoulder at the fire.

“Yeah, the smell woke me up I think.” My stomach growled again at the reminder of food.

Jayde shrugged, sporting a sly grin, “I figured that it was the least I could do after you saw me naked.”

My amused laugh drifted between us, “Well, you didn’t have too, but I really appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Jayde told me in that soft sincere voice that she uses sometimes. It was my favorite tone to hear from her.

Not wanting to delay my hunger any longer, Jayde turned back to the fire and carefully fixed us both a plate.

#ocs #original characters #original writing #original story #werewolf #My writing #I wrote 80% of this at the resort down the street from my house cause its the only gotdam place that had power in my area #these scheduled power outages are a fucking bitch #this one lasted two days #and they're saying its going back off tomorrow so im posting this while I can #anyway enjoy a werewolf transformation around Halloween!#and some dumb of ass gays #my ocs #Jayde #Nadya #Nadya pov

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sunshinemiranda · 7 years

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Anatomy 101 - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy.

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 2,966

A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??

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Really, when it came down to it, Anthony Ramos had asked you to be naked for him three times in total.

Let’s get some context in here.

As a student majoring in journalism, school was crazy most of the time. There was always something to do; an extra assignment to hand in, a project to finish up, extra studying to be done. Work dripped so excessively that there was no surviving college without a friend to kick you into gear and a bottomless coffee mug.

The former was named Anthony Ramos. The latter was a blue travel mug, which turned out to be a gift from the aforementioned friend. He was an art major whose grin embodied the entire sun. Anthony was the person who was always there to nudge you out of your morning bleariness and into work mode, or the person who stayed up with you into the wee hours of the morning to celebrate a finished report.

He was always there. And you would always be wrong to say that his laugh didn’t flutter your heart, or that the way he hugged you didn’t make you feel at home, but that was the only option right now. He never looked at you the same way you looked at him. You had accepted that.

The first time he mentioned you without clothes, was on your dorm bed, the both of you curled over laptops as you worked in silence. His thigh was pressing against yours, breaking your focus more than you cared to admit.

The tap of his fingertips against the keyboard slowed, and then stopped completely. He was thinking.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, Ant?” You replied immediately, mentally kicking yourself for appearing so eager to hear him speak. God, you had it bad.

“So, we’re doing this anatomy study in class right now.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. We’re um, supposed to find someone to model for us.”

“Really? Who’d you ask?”

“No one,” he swallowed. “Yet.”

A pause passed through the room and you continued typing, completely oblivious.

“It’s a nudity based unit.”

“Oh?”

Your hands went back to writing, mind only partially in the conversation until his words seemed to settle in and the equation seemed clear in your mind.

“Anthony-“

“Please, (Y/N), please, please, please.”

“No! It’s weird!” You insisted, a burning flush working its way up your face as you tried your hardest to fight it.

“It won’t be, I promise! I sound like a shallow douche, but all the people I ask think I’m looking for some weird sex proposition. Please.”

The colour on your cheeks worsened at his words, and you took a deep breath, setting your laptop to the side. Your thoughts were whirling into a tornado of, holy fuck, what the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, a cycle that refused to end.

“Okay, but here are my conditions-“

“Thank you, holy shit, thank you so much.”

“You owe me, Ramos. Big time. First, you buy me coffee for a month. Second, you make me cinnamon buns. And third, you buy me lunch for the next three days. Okay?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He stood up, reaching to clasp your hand with a grin that brightened your small dorm. “Is tomorrow okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I can meet you at the studio.”

“Awesome.” He leaned to press a quick kiss to your cheek as he retreated out the door. “You’re a lifesaver, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Yeah, yeah. Now get out.”

At the sound of your door clicking closed, you fell forward and buried your face into a pillow, groaning audibly. Damn that boy for smiling like the goddamn sun. Damn that boy for making you actually want to get out of bed to face the day. Damn that boy who you could never say no to.

There was no denying that you adored Anthony, much more than a friend possibly should. This situation was dangerously close to breaking the rules you had set around the issue. Actually there was only one rule, in the end: don’t tell him.

The decision to keep your feelings a secret had been made a long time ago and you were sticking to it, even if this whole nudity thing had a chance of messing it up. When you had imagined the chance to be clothes-less in front of Anthony, it had been very different. This was a sort of vulnerability that was incredibly new to the both of you.

You fell asleep thinking of him, just like you always did.

What in God’s name was one supposed to wear to a nude modelling gig? Wasn’t the point supposed to be a lack of clothing? Images of Hollywood-esque film scenes, involving beautiful women dropping a robe sensually, came to mind.

In the end, you wore a t-shirt and jeans.

The walk to the studio was painfully slow. There was more than enough time to overthink things and that is exactly what you did. More than once did your hand drift to your phone so you could text Anthony a sorry excuse and turn back while you could, but the thought of another woman taking her clothes off, stopped you. The thought of a body prettier than yours, the thought of a version of Anthony who loved this anonymous woman, the one your brain had created, an imaginary antagonist whom you had never met and already hated. It was enough to push you all the way to the studio without turning back.

The glass door pushed open fluidly and your steps echoed against the cold stone floor. The room had high arches and wonderful lighting. A thousand canvases of varying types of art hung on the wall, or perched against a beam to dry for the night. Anthony was turned around, cleaning his brushes in a tub of soapy water as he knelt on the ground. He was humming a tune and it made your heart flutter against your ribcage. That boy had always had such a beautiful voice.

“Hey, dork.” You called, and he turned around, a bit startled.

“Hi! I didn’t see you come in, you scared me.” He grinned, standing as he pressed his wet brushes to a dry rag.

“Which ones are yours?” You asked, gesturing to the pieces strewn haphazardly around the room.

He stepped over, letting his hand fall to the small of your back as he guided you to the east wall. Your heart stopped working. “These three. I have other ones, but they’re in the back room.”

All three were flower themed pieces, a swirling amount of acrylic paint that was applied thickly, allowing a sort of texture. You had always known that Anthony was good at painting but these were great. There was a sort of “at home” feel to all three; like sitting in your favourite chair after a very long day.

“You ready?” His voice broke you out of your stupor and you turned around, cheeks already flushing.

“Yeah.” It was the biggest lie you had told in your life.

He was blushing too, and that made you feel a little better. Gesturing to the centre of the room, he disappeared to grab a blanket to lie on the cold ground.

“Yeah, um…whenever you’re ready.” He mumbled, all but running to hide behind his canvas as he pulled up a stool.

Taking a breath, you kicked off your shoes and stepped onto the quilt, feet pressing into the soft sakura flower pattern. Gently, your hands drifted to the hem of your shirt and with a quick tug, you pulled it off in one go, not unlike ripping of a band-aid. Then, your fingers moved to pull at the button of your jeans, tugging at the zipper. Within a moment, your jeans were gone too and you were left there, shivering in a blue bra and pink panties that were definitely not matching, or the nicest (the embarrassment almost killed you).

“Anthony?”

“Yeah?” He replied, voice muffled from behind the canvas.

“Can you just…show me how to pose before I…”

“Oh!” He startled and stood up, rushing over to you. “Yeah, of course, of course, I-“

As soon as his eyes caught the sight of you, his voice choked to a stuttering stop. His gaze was determinedly set on your face, not daring to look an inch further down and it made you smile. Always a gentleman.

“If you could um…yeah just sit, and pull your knee up to your chest and let the other one down? And sort of, lean over your knee and just keep your hands on your ankle. That’s-that’s good. Yeah.”

You replied with a nod, heart still beating at a painfully fast pace. As soon as he returned to his place at his canvas, you turned away, reaching behind you to hover your fingertips at the clasp of your bra. You took a breath, then with a turn of your wrist, the band came undone and you slid it gently down your shoulders. Then, your fingers hovered at the band of lace that was the only article of clothing keeping you from being completely naked in front of the boy you loved. With a push, they slid down your legs, and you kicked them to the side.

That was it. You were completely exposed. Lowering yourself to the ground, you mimicked the posture he had showed you, leaning over one drawn up leg and letting the other fall to the ground.

“All good?” His voice called and you swallowed nervously.

“Mhm.” It was all you could manage at the moment.

He peeked out from behind his canvas. You couldn’t see it, for your head was down, but his eyes softened at the sight of you. Shoulders set demurely down, hair falling against your jaw, the curve of your spine; it was the most innocent and yet, sexiest thing Anthony had seen all day.

The hours passed quickly and in silence. He sang quietly under his breath and you found yourself relaxing at the sound. Every now and then, the soft clink of his brushes against a glass jar of water would perforate the atmosphere but it added an ambience that oddly calmed you.

After two hours of being hunched over, your legs had started to go a bit numb and your shoulders were stiff and starting to ache. It was becoming harder and harder to stay still.

“Anthony?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I take a break?”

He startled, almost dropping his brushes as he pushed his seat out so he could stand.

“Yes! Jesus, sorry, I lost track of time.” He stood, turned away from you and came back with another blanket, this time coming over to tuck it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, altogether too distracted by the way his fingers had brushed against the bare skin of your shoulders.

“Here,” he smiled, leaning to grab a Tupperware container beside his easel. “I made those cinnamon buns you were wanting.”

Grinning, you took the treats from him with a grateful grin. As you bit into one, a sound fell from your mouth that sounded dangerously close to a moan. He blushed. You didn’t notice.

“So can I see it?” You smiled.

“No!” He choked it out quickly. A little too quickly, and you frowned quizzically at him.

“It’s just…” He breathed. “It’s just not ready. When I’m done.”

The rest of the session went well. The ice had been broken and things were better. It’s just as you’re heading out to leave, fully clothed again, that he asks you to be naked for him, a second time.

“It’s not finished.” He admits. “And I need you to come back for a reference, please, I promise it won’t take long.”

You stare at him, wanting and wishing you could just say no, but the hope in his eyes is too much and before you know it, you’re agreeing and setting a time and place.

This boy had such a strong grip on your heart.

The second session went well, actually. It flew by, if you decided to ignore the fact that you were very much not clothed. The two of you had started to crack jokes that made the discomfort melt away.

Then he asked you to come in a third time. You said yes without thinking of ever trying to fathom turning him down.

“And…” he moved his brush, pushing a bit of ochre paint against the canvas. “Done!”

You immediately pushed yourself out of your position, stretching, before the realization that you were one hundred percent exposed came flying back into your forgetful brain. Blushing, you reached quickly for the extra blanket and wrapped it around your body.

“I wanna see!” You stood, smiling as you made your way over to his easel.

He hurried to grab it, avoiding wet paint and pulled it away, turning it to hide from your sight. “Um, no. Don’t.”

“Why not?” You pouted, kicking at the blanket tucked around you.

“Just-just wait till you see it at the art show. You’re going, right? It’s in a week.” He looked up, a little wide-eyed.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

He set the canvas down so he could bat at your hand, reaching up and grabbing at your wrist. He tugged, pulling your body into his and you were very suddenly aware of the combination of closeness and the blanket that was keeping you from being completely naked.

He was looking at you, eyes half-lidded as a small smile tips the corner of his mouth up. He was so fucking gorgeous. Unable to wait a second longer, you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed your mouth to his with an urgency that you had been suppressing since you had met him. Your arms found their way up and wrapped around his neck as he froze in shock. A moment passed. He startled into movement, and kissed you back. The notion was like a splash of cold water in the face and, internally freaking out, you pulled away quickly.

“(Y/N)-“

“I have to go.” You mumbled, leaning to grab your clothes and escaping into the bathroom to change before leaving quickly and quietly.

You didn’t see him for a week. However, that wasn’t to say that you didn’t think of him. You did. Constantly. The moment your mouth had met his was the moment you had completely and utterly fucked everything up. You had broken the one rule, or at least bended it. Did kissing the boy you love count as telling him the truth? Probably.

As you enter your dorm, kicking your shoes off, red marker on the calendar catches your eye. Ant’s Art Show, is written neatly into the little box and your heart tumbles like a clothes dryer. It had started a half hour ago. There was no way in hell you were letting your best friend down by not going to something you had promised. All feelings were set aside. It was his moment now.

Running across campus, your jacket only half on and your shoelaces left dangerously untied, the wind hit your cheeks and added to the exhilaration. As soon as the glass doors of the studio came into view, you pushed yourself into a sprint and all but rammed into the door. Crowds of people came into view and after a moment of fruitless searching for a familiar head of curly hair, you dove into the masses in the hope of finding him standing near his exhibition.

A painting of a naked girl hunched over in a familiar pose catches your eye and nearly punches you in the stomach with its beauty. There’s a familiar set of shoulders turned away from you, guarding the piece as he speaks to his art professor. The conversation wanders into earshot.

“Anthony, this piece is wonderful. You painted her so vulnerable, and open. How did you access that emotion?” His teacher is gushing, gesturing to the painting with an open hand.

“Well…honestly, professor, I just…I painted the girl I’m in love with. I painted her the way I see her when she lets her guard down, when she shows me just a glimpse of what she hides underneath. I wanted to do her justice. She’s beautiful.”

His professor, taken aback at Anthony’s honesty mumbles his congratulations and finds his way back into the crowd.

“It looks good,” you murmur, stepping forward as he whips around at the sound of your voice.

“Thanks.” He smiles, but it is faint and nervous.

“Anthony, about the-“

“Listen, I don’t know how much you heard, but that wasn’t just bullshitting for a good grade. I’ve already got that.” He grins, and you smack his shoulder playfully. “(Y/N), I love you. Always have. And I don’t know why I’ve been dumb enough not to say something, but if you could just…say something positive or at least slap me and walk away, it would give me a better idea of how bad I’m making myself look right now.”

Your smile had grown into a full grin as he spoke, and you paused, just to make him squirm a bit. Then, reaching forward, you took his hand in yours, brushing a thumb over his knuckles.

“God, I adore you.”

He grinned but you only had a second to take in the sight of such a beautiful smile, because he was already kissing you, hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. As the two of you broke apart, you sent a glance to the painting.

“You sure you’re gonna get a good grade on that? You definitely didn’t hire a professional model.” You grinned.

“Oh, would you just shut up.”

A kiss was most effective in doing just that.

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