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
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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