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A Good Change - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: When Jack asks reader to join him during a TV marathon, reader gets worried that the nephilim isn’t taking care of himself. They decide to help him as best as they can.

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 2,601

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A/N: I disappeared from here for a while but I’m hoping to get some writing done over the winter break! So if anyone wants to request anything (especially SPN related, I’m in a big Supernatural mood rn) just let me know! Here’s some sleepy Jack fluff :)

If someone had asked you a few months ago what Lucifer’s son would be like, you would have had a few choice words for him. If someone had told you that you would have to be living with the son of the Devil, you would have called them insane. And if they had told you that you would wind up curled up on the couch with Satan’s literal spawn at every possible opportunity, you would have shot them then and there.

You were wrong.

Jack began living with you and the Winchesters a few months ago, helping out here and there with various cases while he worked on honing his powers. Things had a rocky start for sure, but as soon as Castiel returned things began looking up. Dean’s mood lifted exponentially, Jack had his rightful father back, and one of your best friends defied death once again. Dean seemed to trust Jack more and more with each day, and you could tell he felt grateful to the boy for bringing his closest friend back to him.

Life with the young nephilim wasn’t exactly what you would have expected. Where you thought there would be constant fights and bloodshed, there was shared candy and Netflix marathons, because Jack has a sweet tooth and a soft spot for Ashoka. What you thought would be venomous threats against you turned out to be random unprompted compliments, because Jack always tends to say exactly what’s on his mind. And where you expected there to be violence and mayhem spinning the Bunker into disarray, you got sudden hugs and regular quiet nights in, because Jack realized physical comfort is one of his favorite things about humanity.

“(Y/N)?” His soft voice called from the hallway outside your room in the Bunker. You shuffled out of your bed at the sound, quickly scurrying over to the door and opening it to meet the boy with a smile.

“Hey Jack!” You greeted in a pleasant tone. “What’s up?”

He offered you a grin. The nephilim shifted his weight from one foot to the other from his place in front of your doorway before he replied. “There’s a Scooby Doo marathon on TV right now,” he stated simply. Silence fell over the pair of you as he gazed at you with an expectant expression.

You realized moments later that this was all he wanted to say, and your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “That’s great, Jack. But why did you come tell me?”

Jack’s expression soon mirrored your own, along with an added head tilt. “You do like Scooby Doo, don’t you?” You nodded, assuring him that yes, of course you like Scooby Doo. A bright smile spread across his face at this, and his posture straightened instantaneously. “Great! Then come on!” With that being said, he reached out and grabbed your hand to tug you along with him into the hallway. You had barely enough time to close your door before he pulled you into his room and got himself settled on the bed. He pressed his back against the headboard, crossing his legs criss cross.

You now took the time to close Jack’s door before turning and following his lead to sit on the bed next to him. You made sure to sit a good distance away from the boy in case he wanted space. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t usually want space. Instantly you saw him scooting closer to you out of the corner of your eye until his shoulder was brushing against yours.

Jack tugged the comforter over the pair of you before snatching the remote off of the mattress and flicking the television back to life. The sounds of the cartoon filled the otherwise silent room. This show was a bit of a joke between your little family, both for obvious reasons and reasons totally unknown to you. You also knew that it had been the first show Jack had any contact with, so it always remained close to his heart.

A couple of episodes passed in complete silence between yourself and the boy by your side, save for the shared chuckles each of you let out with each punchline. You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but at some point all of the space between you was a distant memory. Jack was soon sat almost entirely in your lap at that point. His body leaned closer and closer into yours with each passing second. His shoulders slumped and slowly but surely his weight against your body grew heavier and heavier. His head bobbed every few seconds and his eyelids drooped as he fought to keep his glazed over eyes on the screen.

“Jack?” You addressed him, your tone soft as to not break the quiet atmosphere of the space. He turned his head to you. You could tell quite clearly that his eyes struggled to focus on your face, and he reached a frustrated hand up in an attempt to rub the exhaustion out of his vision.

“Mhmmm?” He hummed as the heels of his hands scrubbed furiously at his eyes. You were quick to reach out and grab his wrists, tugging them away from his face.

You leaned down to look into his eyes. It was then that you realized how small he had made himself in his exhaustion. He was usually a couple of inches taller than you at least, but with his form as slouched as it was, the top of his head just reached your chin. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” You asked him in what you hoped was an authoritative tone. You weren’t usually the one that had to get onto Jack for things like this. Usually Sam or Castiel were able to make sure he was taking care of himself and you were more there as a friend than a teacher in self care, but with the state of the boy next to you, you couldn’t just let this go.

Jack let out another hum, and his eyes drifted off to fixate on a space just beside you. “I think… Five days?” He paused for a moment before shaking his head and correcting himself. “No, no. Six.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head at his admission. “Jack, you can’t do that to yourself,” you scolded. “We’ve been on a whole hunt since then! You’re telling me you didn’t sleep before, during, or after this past hunt?” He shook his head, confirming your words. A long sigh passed through your lips, and you brought a hand up rub at the bridge of your nose.

A beat of silence passed between you two, until suddenly Jack spoke up. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. His words slurred in his tired state, but you could make them out just fine all the same. His arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to him so he could rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often seemed to do when he needed comfort or grounding. You simply shook your head and brought a hand up to rest against the back of his head. The other sat comfortably over top of the arm wrapped around the front of your body.

“It’s okay, Jack. I’m just… I’m worried about you, you know? I don’t want you to hurt yourself by pushing the limits like this. You might be half angel, but that other half of you is still human. You still need sleep, alright?”

He nodded against your shoulder, only to pull away moments later to look you in the eyes. Uncertainty danced behind his blue gaze before he even began to speak. The light of the TV cast a colorful glow over half of his face, the harsh shadows it created reminding you how sharp his features really were beyond the soft expressions he usually wore. A soft brown curl of hair dropped lazily over one of his eyes, and with the feeling of his breath fanning over your face, you suddenly became acutely aware of just how close he was to you. “Can you…” he began slowly, his brows pulling together as if being tugged by an invisible needle and thread. “Could you, maybe, stay with me? I was thinking that it… It might help?” His words came out as more of a question than a statement, and the unsure look on his face gave the same feeling.

Much to his delight, a small smile formed on your face as you gave him a nod. “Of course I can stay with you,” you insisted, as though the answer should have been obvious. It was anything but obvious to the young nephilim, but he wasn’t going to argue. “In fact…” You paused a moment to situate the blanket over your lap to your liking, ensuring that it was as soft as you could possibly make it before looking back up at the man by your side with a smile. “Lay your head right here.” You patted your lap to punctuate your sentence.

A grateful smile tugged at Jack’s lips at the offer, and he was quick to burrow underneath the covers and settle himself into a comfortable position. In the end, he found that he was most pleased with his head in your lap facing the TV, one hand tucked underneath your legs like they were a pillow and another resting on your knee above his head. This position alone and its proximity to you was enough to help him calm down to the point of a peaceful sleep, but as soon as he felt you playing with his hair, he knew that he would never want to sleep away from you ever again.

You hummed a soft tune, hardly noticeable over the sounds of the cartoon marathon still going on the television in front of the bed. Your eyes weren’t focused on the screen, though. Instead your gaze drifted downwards to rest on the man’s head in your lap. Your fingers continued to brush leisurely through his messy head of soft brown hair. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a hum of appreciation when your fingernails scratched carefully across his scalp. You went on like this for a few minutes, you carding your hands through his hair and enjoying how soft his locks felt between your fingers, and him sighing in contentment every so often to ensure you didn’t stop.

You didn’t plan on stopping, though. At least, not until Jack reached up and grabbed ahold of your wrist. His grip was loose, clearly knowing you would trust him enough to keep your hand where he wanted it without tugging it away. You watched in a mixture of confusion and wonder as the nephilim brought your hand over to his face to press a soft kiss against the inner part of your wrist. The touch of his lips against your skin was so feather light that you wouldn’t have known what he had done if you weren’t watching his actions the whole time. He trailed his thumb slowly over the back of your hand before planting another careful kiss onto your wrist and releasing you as though nothing had happened.

You, however, weren’t able to recover as easily as Jack was. You felt frozen in place. It wasn’t out of fear or disgust, that was one thing you were sure of. It was just… shock. Your eyes burned with would-be tears at the sight of this man you adored treating you with such care and affection. His touches were as soft and careful as could be. His gaze held what one could only describe as adoration. Everything about this interaction felt so foreign. It was the exact antithesis of what you felt in your day to day life. You were a hunter. You didn’t get the quiet nights, or the soft touches, or the gentle kisses. You got the monsters, the blood, and the tears that came with your job. But then along came Jack Kline, with his boyish smile and charismatic charm, and suddenly your life felt different. For the longest time you weren’t sure whether or not the change was a good one or a bad one, but in that one moment, with Jack’s nose brushing sleepily against your knee, you knew. It was a good change.

You realized then that you must have phased out just long enough for Jack to sense your shift in demeanor, as he began to speak. “Dean told me that if I find someone that I like, that I should kiss them. He said it’s a way to show that I care about the person, and I wanted to show you that I care about you,” he informed you, his words slurring together as he teetered on the verge of sleep.

You found yourself grateful for not only the dim light, but also for Jack’s unfocused state so you were able to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning enough for you to press the back of your hand against the to cool them down. “Dean told you that, did he?” You managed to force out through your shocked state. Jack nodded from his place in your lap.

“Mmmmmmhmm!” He hummed. He took a moment to shift around so he was able to hold even tighter onto your legs before continuing. “Said if I like s’m’body, I gotta kiss ‘em b’fore ‘nyone else gets ‘em. Don’t want anyone else gettin’ you…” Jack muttered. As the last few words left his mouth, he turned his face to press into your lap, brushing his nose over the blanket as if trying to fix it to his liking.

A soft smile formed on your lips, and you finally reached up and placed your hand back on his head. He let out a satisfied hum and leaned up into your hand before settling back down and allowing you to go back to your ministrations. “Is that all he told you about kissing?”

“No. ‘e said I should kiss ‘em on the lips, but I can’t reach your lips right now. ‘M comfortable here, but I promise I’ll kiss you for real later.” Even in his exhausted state, he managed to sound quite insistent on the matter. His grip on your knee even tightened slightly before loosening fully again.

“I’ll hold you to that promise then, Jack.” And with that, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. His lips quirked upwards in a smile at the feeling, and you both settled into a comfortable silence. You continued to run your hands through his hair until you heard him snoring softly, at which point you maneuvered your bodies so you could both be lying beneath the covers.

You slept late into the next morning curled up with the nephilim. You found yourself confused as to how you had managed to sleep for so long without Sam or Dean waking you up, but all of your confusion evaporated when your eyes landed on the note on your bedside table.

I know we always say no attachments, the note began in Sam’s neat scrawl. But I have a feeling this one is for the better. Dean and I caught a hunt a few cities over. Sleep in. You two deserve a break. -Sam

That was all the encouragement you needed to shift back around and tuck yourself snug against Jack once again, allowing yourself to bask in just one happy moment, because that was really all you needed in the end.

This was a good change.

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dontcallmehelpless · 6 years ago

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CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ

Kindred Spirits - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: Why are you the only person that can see Jack’s wings?

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 6k (i didn’t mean for it to happen but here we are)

Warnings: self doubt from both jack and reader, jack being a total sweetheart as always bc that’s totally a warning

A/N: soulmate AU with Jacky boy bc he has wings too and dangit he deserves the ever so lovely cliche “soulmates can see an angel’s wings” trope. Hopefully this can satisfy y’all’s needs for fluffy Jack content, even if I did make it a bit too long. I got excited.

Taking Jack in after everything was strange to say the least. The boy was always exceedingly kind to you and consistently tried his best to make everyone around him happy, yet opinions on him were quite divided in the bunker for quite a while. While you and Sam both held strong to the idea that he was inherently good despite his parentage, Dean couldn’t seem to shake his grudge against him. Every time the poor kid tried to do something for the team, Dean would always be prepared with a snarky remark.

Another thing about Jack’s presence in the bunker that had your mind twisted in confusion was the large pair of wings behind his back. You had never really seen an angel’s wings before, and from what you knew of angel lore, no one but other angels really could see them. Cas has tried to explain it to you one night as you sat side by side in the library of the bunker, but he tended to use references to sciences that humans had no grasp of yet, making the whole thing a bit pointless, really. Needless to say, it was a pretty big shock when you took in the sight of the young nephilim’s wings. Was this because he was a nephilim? Do nephilims usually have their wings out and visible? You wanted nothing more than to come forward to the boys with all of your questions, but something about it felt… wrong. Surely if it was polite to ask about an angel’s wings, then they would have mentioned them already. Perhaps it was even dangerous to ask, seeing as Dean had no intentions of remaining civil with the boy, and he, too, remained silent on the matter. Besides, they were the ones that knew more about nephilims. Maybe it was best to just follow their lead.

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Tickles and cuddles - Jack Kline x Reader

Title: Tickles and cuddles

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are on another hunt and you don’t want to let Jack sleep on the couch of the motel room once more so you offer your bed for sharing. After him asking you how to show affection and some tickles he ends up admiting he likes cuddling with you.

“There is no other option Dean.” you sighed “And no! He’s not sleeping on the couch!” you spoke up before he had the chance to retort.

“It’s big enough, (Y/n)!” Dean exclaimed and you gave him a harsh glare.

“Yeah, just like every one we’ve seen on all the motels we’ve slept in over the past two weeks! Oh and let’s not forget that in the last one he took the freaking floor! Forget it, my bed is big enough and Jack’s sleeping with me this time.” you huffed.

“This is ridiculous, (Y/n).” he rolled his eyes and you glared at him.

“If you don’t want to share a bed with Sam so bad then the couch is big enough.” you mocked him and he sighed.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. You do whatever the hell you want, but if you-” he pointed a finger at Sam “Don’t keep those freaking long limbs to your side I’m throwing you off the freaking bed.” he grumbled and Sam rolled his eyes.

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“because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm whilst getting raped, had to watch her 34 year old rapist go free because she had an orgasm.

because when one of my guy friends told me and some friends he got raped by a woman when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and told him he should be happy he got laid that young.

because my 17 year old friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother roam the streets until 12am, but she has to be home by 10.

Because my brothers girlfriend, told the police she was raped and fell pregnant but the rapist didn’t get jail time as she got an abortion and the ‘evidence’ was gone.

because a guy from my old school was raped by another guy, but because he’s gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape.

because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would be accepted by her parents”.

because in some cultures, girls (and boys, of course) still get thrown out of the family because somebody sexually assaulted them.

because they’re still teaching girls to walk faster at night instead of teaching boys that they shouldn’t rape.

Because they’re teaching kids that they’re only male rapists and not female rapists too.

because I have to explain why rape makes me mad.“

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL BUT SWEET PEA IS BACK FOR S3

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I’m well aware I’m an awful person

& I never actually post anything anymore & im so so sorry for that but I just realized that 13 Reasons Why has 369 notes??? I’m honestly shook. You guys are seriously the best

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mean girls + singles

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mean girls songs, some thoughts

a cautionary tale: basically the opening song of little shop of horrors / rocky horror picture show lampooned by veronica sawyer and that one tolerable theater dude from your high school

it roars: some pop culture references that'll make you cringe in ~5 years, ft. erika henningsen's excellent belting and 'o' vowels

where do you belong: the ultimate broadway-style parody with some seriously on-point high school archetypes and excellent use of the word "embouchure"

meet the plastics: AMAZING counterpoints between the three heath--uh, plastics. regina george can step on me, instance one. very gay gretchen literally calls regina her master. My :) name :) is :) karen :)

stupid with love: i want to dislike this relatively basic character, but this song is so goddamn adorable and she says "calculust" so i guess i'll root for her and her str8 crush

apex predator: the song veronica never got to sing about heather chandler. also, this metaphor is just a few ladder rungs below 'zootopia' in the furry-baiting department

what's wrong with me: gretchen settles for but simultaneously craves a toxic friendship/ relationship that degrades her appearance and character because she believes it's what she deserves

stupid with love reprise: ...shit

sexy: i support karen and i'm so proud of her for curing sex cancer in heels she can't walk in

someone gets hurt: regina george can step on me, instance two. this is like if evanescence and britney spears wrote a song for a bond villain. i'm gonna... i'm gonna need a minute.

revenge party: oh, god. o h my god. this song is the boppest of the bops. this has the same amount of chaotic earworm energy as 'sincerely me' from dear evan hansen, if not more. janis' weird infomercial background music when they're planning. the fucking tango music interlude. (and ugly crying.) REGINA REGINA REGINA. cady joining in on the last verse. iiiiiIIIIT'S A REVEEEEE--

fearless: kind of forgettable, BUT! regina george can step on me, instance three!

stop: the song i'd play for someone who's never listened to the show. damien and janis are hilarious, the beauty and the beast anecdote is awesome ("because BASIC"), and in the actual show, karen pauses after her verse and says, "hey, but maybe guys should also be told not to request or spread those pictures?" e a t a c r a c k e r a n d s t o p

what's wrong with me reprise: mrs. george and gretchen should both go to therapy, but in the meantime this is pretty sweet

whose house is this?: obligatory out of control rager song from teen musical. i'm honestly glad gretchen is having a good time.

more is better: cady gets hammered and says some DUMB SHIT

someone gets hurt reprise: it's ffIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII--

world burn: regina george can grind me to sand with her louboutin heel and i'd thank her (four) also taylor louderman is the queen of character voice and riffing like a madwoman

i'd rather be me: poetry. perfection. kind of sounds like paramore??

do this thing: "a box lunch will be provided, WHAT?" also, i'm diggin the bongos in this orchestration

i see stars: cute. not super memorable, but a cute ending. references michelle obama's 'when they go low, we go high' speech!!

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Mean Girls (2004) vs. Mean Girls the Musical [1/?]

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THE END GOT ME

Mean Girls - SNL

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artsy // sweet pea x reader

ngl i totally stole a part of this from wizards of waverly place

also guys and gals, there might be a small pause on my series baby bump, but don’t worry its not for long, its only because i have 14 more requests that i’m gonna pump out this week because i love these requests!

request: “ Hiya! I looooove your writings :) Can I get a oneshot of Sweet Pea x fem!reader where the reader is the shy artist type and Sweet Pea has a soft spot for her and maybe lets her design him a new tattoo or even just lets her draw on him or something like that? I think it would really adorable :) “ - @screamxqueenx94

warning(s): cursing, major fluff

artsy -

When Sweet Pea had told his friends that he was attracted to Y/N it came as a shock to all of his fellow gang members. Y/N was a sweet small girl who was known for the art that she was constantly making. No matter what subject she was in, she was constantly making art. While it was clear that she couldn’t bring her art materials everywhere, she was always drawing on the corners of her papers while the teachers were talking, or when they were out of paper, she would pull out the large bag full of markers and begin to draw on herself. Sweet Pea’s friends had begun to make fun of him for suddenly going soft for the girl whose skin was scattered with the small designs she drew upon her body.

The two were both in their art class, and Toni, one of Sweet Pea’s best friends suddenly nudged him sharply in the stomach with her elbow.

“Go talk to her, dumbass,” She said and his other friend, Fangs, grunted softly in agreement.

“Fine,” Sweet Pea mumbled, picking up a brush from the stack on the table in front of him, suddenly standing up straight and walking towards her. He felt flustered as he began walking towards her, scared that he would upset her by distracting her while she was clearly concentrated on the piece she was currently working on. As he was about to change his mind last minute, she suddenly wiped the top of her forehead, pushing away her bangs in the process and getting a streak of baby blue paint dragged along where her hand was just placed. She placed the brush in her hand in the plastic cup filled with water beside her and turned around, looking for a new brush.

“I believe you dropped this,” Sweet Pea said, showing her the paintbrush in his hand as she turned around and looked at him with a kind smile.

“No, that’s not mine,” She told him, her eyes flickering towards him and the ground, as she was obviously nervous talking to him, something his friends had certainly picked up on as they whooped silently to themselves, cheering their tall friend on.

“I know,” He told her, “I just needed an excuse to talk to you,”

Their eyes met and they both stared at each other for what felt like years before she slowly brought her hand up to grab the brush from him, both of their hands resting on top of one another.

Her face was a deep red, for she had never gotten attention from such an attractive boy before. The bell that signaled art class was over suddenly rang loudly and she jumped, the goosebumps on her arms fading as she took the brush away from him and placed it in her cup before she turned back towards him.

“Do you want to go to Pop’s with me?” He questioned her and she nodded, her lips parted slightly for she had never felt an attraction for a boy like this before. Sure, she had gone on dates before with boys, but she had never had such an electric feeling for someone when she had only met him moments prior.

She grabbed the red pen from her back pocket and gently grabbed his hand, writing down her number on it before looking back up to him, regaining her cool.

“Call me,” She said simply and she turned around, but he gently grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him, taking his thumb and wiping off the paint from her forehead for her before shooting her a smile and walking away, leaving her standing there in awe still curious as to what had just happened.

Y/N was finishing the last touches on her makeup as she was getting ready for her date with the boy she been texting for the past few days, and Friday couldn’t come any slowly, much to her disliking.

She coated her lips with the gloss that she knew would be gone after her first strawberry milkshake and stood up, slipping her feet into the heeled booties in an effort to try and be as tall as him, but she was clearly going to be shorter than the over six-foot giant.

She waited outside before hearing the rumble of a motorcycle and she knew that the Serpent member was close. At six on the dot, he pulled up to her home, wearing his dark jeans and leather jacket that oozed sex.

She swallowed her fear as she stood up in front of him standing on top of his bike. She was visibly nervous and he smiled at her before getting off his bike.

“Why don’t we just walk there? It’s only like a quarter of a mile from here,” He told her and relief flooded her face.

“That sounds good,” She said, silently thanking herself for wearing her comfortable heels if that was a real thing.

The two began to conversate as they were walking to Pop’s, and Y/N was thankful for the fact that the conversation flowed so smoothly between the two, never an awkward silence like most of the dates she had been on before had.

Once the two got to Pop’s, they were greeted with the famous warm smile of Pop as he walked to the booth they had picked out.

“What can I get you two?” He questioned, his notepad still in his pocket considering he knew he would remember their order, as they were two of the eight people in there at the time.

“Vanilla milkshake,” Sweet Pea said, looking towards Y/N to see what she would get.

“Strawberry for me, please,” She said before adding, “and a large plate of fries for us to share.”

Sweet Pea wondered quietly how many times Pop had seen first dates like this, but knew the answer would be that Pop Tate had lost count.

Once the two had gotten their milkshakes and fries, they continued to talk about every small and large thing that had happened in their life, basically. He had already known about her love for art, but he knew that he had already begun to feel something similar to what she felt for art for her.

He watched as her eyes would light up at even the mere mention of her art.

“Do you always carry around a pen?” Sweet Pea asked her, noticing the tip of the expensive black pen in her pocket and then remembering her pulling one out of her pocket only a few days earlier.

She nodded shyly, reaching up and tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, her hand scattered with the designs she had mindlessly drawn during her classes.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but yeah, no matter where I go I always bring one just in case,” She said, her face burning red as she admitted it.

“That’s the cutest thing I have ever heard,” Sweet Pea admitted to Y/N and she smiled brightly at him before reaching across the table, gently grabbing his hand, her eyes silently asking if she was allowed and he nodded, letting her pull his arm across the table to her as she twirled the black pen in her fingers and taking off the cap carefully, scared of the single $5 pen to break if she was too harsh with it.

She gently touched his skin with the tip of the pen as it glided smoothly across his hand. He watched her knit her eyebrows together in concentration as she did her absolute best to do what she was doing. After about two minutes, she revealed the finished product, which was of a small bird flying into the sun with stars filling up the moon. Sweet Pea pulled his forearm back and looked at the drawing and had a bright smile on his lips.

“Is it too girly?” She questioned, unsure of how to read his reaction, “It’s supposed to be the story of the hummingbird who poked its way through the sky,” She told him, blushing and he nodded at her.

“No, I get it,” He said, remembering the story that his mother used to tell him every night before bed of the hummingbird who was stuck in the darkness and had to attempt to poke its way out of the cloak of darkness over the world, creating the stars with every failed attempt and finally broke through and created the sun, “I love it.” He told her simply, speaking the truth.

Four years later, the two were still together. They had moved in together and they both had been saving up enough money for their life that they were slowly creating. She was a painter that was still taking off, but for the meantime, she was an art teacher at an elementary school, and Sweet Pea had been working two jobs- full-time Serpent and part-time mechanic.

“Sweet Pea?” Y/N called out, stepping inside of their home as she took off her coat and placed it up on the coat hanger that was perched next to their door.

“I’m in here,” He called out, and she smiled to herself, slipping off her flats and walking towards the living room where he sat on the couch, looking at his beautiful girlfriend. She crawled onto the couch next to him and curled into a ball, smiling up at him.

“How was your day off?” She asked him as she kissed her forehead and he shrugged.

“I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time,” He told her and she cocked her head in curiosity.

“What do you mean?” She asked him and he shrugged.

“Is it hot in here?” He questioned and turned towards her, unzipping his leather jacket, making her raise an eyebrow.

“Babe, it’s sixty degrees in here,” Y/N said, but after his leather jacket was off, her heart pounded and she felt like everything was suddenly in brighter colors. The exact same doodle that she had drawn onto her significant other’s hand on their first date was now on his perfectly sculptured bicep.

“Oh my god,” She said, her small hand reaching forward and tracing the black ink as her heart pounded in her chest, “you got it tattooed?” She questioned and he nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket.

“Y/N, I have loved you for almost five years now, and I wanted to get something that represents our love permanent,” He said, and he slowly got onto one knee, “to sum up all the sappy stuff, though, Y/N Y/L/N, will you bring me the joy in marrying me?” He questioned and Y/N felt her heart pounding as fast as it ever had.

“Holy shit, yes,” She said, making a noise that was in between a cry and laughter, “what the fuck this is crazy, of course, yes.” Y/N said, grabbing Sweet Pea’s face as he stood up and she crashed her lips into his before they rested their foreheads on each other as Sweet Pea placed the engagement ring onto Y/N’s finger, finally claiming his girlfriend as his soon-to-be wife.

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