#❪ 🌿🍃📷 ❫⠀⠀sawyerkent. . .

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a kvfkas production. ━━ ❛  𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚𝒔.  ❜ 𖥔 in which. . . jon kent may be #24 on the ice, but he'll always be #1 in angelique sawyer's heart. 𖥔 warnings. . . tooth-rotting fluff. 𖥔 word count. . . 0.5k. 𖥔 tags. . . @ephemerensis, @di-lucss. ( if you want a tag, let me know! ) 𖥔 lily's corner. . . i love you jonathan samuel kent.

𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚𝒔. ₊° jon kent x fem!oc.

“Not a hoodie girl, hm?” Jon teased softly, stroking Angelique’s hair. The strands were silky between his fingers, easing his usually hot-tempered girlfriend that always had a quip to add into a state of quiet, half-asleep bliss. He took her in, practically sitting on top of him with one leg thrown over his lap and her head buried in his chest. There was a movie playing on the screen, the second of the Mighty Ducks movies, but every jersey, goal, and name completely flew over Jon’s head.

     Draped on Angelique’s slender frame was his hockey jersey, the number 24 emblazoned on her back and his last name in bold letters— KENT, plastered across her shoulders. Standing at a firm 5’11, Jon was a tall enough guy as it was, but the bagginess of the jersey without hockey padding completely swamped her. It hid her tiny shorts as it dropped down to just above her knees, and the sleeves folding around her hands into makeshift mittens.

     She murmured a quiet “not really” and burrowed even further into his chest and at that very moment, Jon was sure he was in love.

     “You’re never getting this back,” Angelique mumbled, a hint of her usual salty tone sneaking back in.

     “Am I going to be stuck wearing your Sanrio tank tops?” Jon asked, tilting his head down a little to brush his nose against hers.

     “I think you’d look cute,” Angelique whispered. She thanked her stars for the darkness of the room, hiding her blush from her boyfriend’s display of affection and the spontaneous image of him wearing one of her tank tops that barged into her mind without an invitation.

     “Real men wear Hello Kitty,” he joked.

     Angelique couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her, her nose bumping against his as she laughed. Her laugh was quiet and more under her breath, but it made her nose scrunch up and her eyes squeeze shut. It was the cutest thing Jon had ever seen.

     Jon brushed a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, keeping his face downwards and tilting at a slight angle to swallow her giggles in a kiss. It was a chaste peck, nothing more than a quiet brush of their lips, something short and sweet. But it made Angelique’s heart flutter and caused a comforting warmth to bloom in Jon’s chest.

     He pulled away by a fraction of an inch, such a lack of distance that his lips still brushed against hers as he spoke. “I’ll make you a deal,” Jon said in a low voice.

     “Mhm?” Angelique hummed.

     “Once the season’s over, this one’s yours to keep,” Jon said, placing a hand gingerly on her back and rubbing up and down gently. He kissed her brow, “I’ll even autograph it for you.”

     Angelique averted her gaze and slipped her hands further into the sleeves. “Deal,” she whispered in a voice so small it was almost drowned out by the TV. She closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into his arms, sighing in content as she felt his fingertips gently massage her shoulderblades.

     Jon looked down at his sleepy girlfriend then back up at the TV, where the gorgeous Luis Mendoza was on screen. He narrowed his eyes, knowing his girlfriend’s secret crush on the character. “Loser,” he whispered.

     “I know you’re not beefing with a man on a screen,” Angelique muttered, her eyes still closed. “He’s like a million years old now. And plus, his character sucks. He’s a shitty boyfriend. It’s Benny Rodriguez that you’ll have to compete with. He’d treat me right.”

     “If you’re into men who play baseball, you can talk to Tim,” Jon pouted, pretending to sulk.

     “Well, men who play baseball don’t give me cuddles or let me wear their jersey, do they?” Angelique whispered, gazing up at him with a soft gleam in her eyes, her fingers rubbing along his jaw.

     “They could,” Jon murmured.

     “Well, I quite like my hockey player boyfriend, so I’m probably going to stick with him for the time being,” she replied, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Is that alright with you?”

     Jon chuckled under his breath, feeling his face warm up. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.”

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introducing .⠀ sawyerkent. . . 𝜗𝜚

𝒂ngelique 𝒔awyer ────── 𝒋onathan 𝒌ent. 𖥔⠀angie⠀and⠀jon.⠀ labrador retriever ⠀/ orange⠀cat.⠀ ashikata⠀&&⠀mononoke.

❝ earth angel, 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, will you be mine? ❞ ─────────────⠀earth angel ,⠀ penguins.

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◟she⠀looked⠀at⠀him⠀like⠀he⠀hung⠀the⠀moon. [ WHISPER ]⠀⠀⠀⠀🧩⠀she⠀is⠀his ⠀moon⠀, ‧₊˚

angelique sawyer ,⠀ paper flowers. cardigans. betty. ❛ i wrote that at midnight in a shakespearean rage. ❜ paragraphs in her notes app. ice caps. pasta at 4am. luna moths. mononoke. orange cat. ‧₊˚ jon kent ,⠀ sharpie scribbles. james. probably ate bugs as a kid. labrador retriever. on his way to wing something he definitely should not wing. book boyfriend. anti-nonchalant. ashikata. ‧₊˚

❝ and if you court this 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, i'll point you home. ❞ ──────────⠀call and answer ,⠀ barenaked ladies.

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