Can I get A SPN ship? I have shoulder length brown hair with brown eyes, tan skin, plus size, like to travel and bake, can't draw but love adult coloring books, introvert, love platonic and romantic hugs and hand holding, like to read and write, I like sleeping in late and lazy days, sci-fi movies and fantasy are my favorite, pansexual, I'll wear anything from leather jacket and jeans to a prom dress, social anxiety, I like the beach, I'm a city girl, some anger issues, open-minded, pretty smart
Thanks for the request, @pansexual-and-eating-pancakes ! Hope you like it!
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Character I ship you with: Jack Kline
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Jack furrowed his eyebrows in slight frustration. He was…
feeling something. Something he hadn’t quite felt before. By now he was immune
to new sensations and readily accepted them but this made him feel a little
restless. He couldn’t describe it either. All he knew was that it drew him
towards y/n, who was relaxing on the couch with a book. He didn’t really want
to disturb her but he just couldn’t shake this feeling off.
And so he found himself quietly making his way to where she
was from his room. At the sight of her, blissfully relaxed, he only felt it
grow stronger.
“Y/n?” He tentatively spoke.
“Hm?” You softly ask, completely absorbed in your book. He
had the cutest pout on his face that you were unfortunate enough to miss. You
felt him sit beside you on the couch rather stiffly.
“Y/n, there is this growing…feeling inside me. I don’t know
what it is. It’s not like hunger or pain or…any emotion I’ve experienced so
far. This is… different.” He spoke calculating his every thought.
You put down your book and looked at him concerned. “Jack,
what’s going on?”
“I…”, he looked at you, now very slightly alarmed, “I don’t
know.” He dropped his eyes to his hands.
“I know this sounds stupid and you’ll probably think I’m a
child”, he spoke, reluctance apparent, “but I think my hands feel lonely.”
“Come again, Jack?” You asked, not at all comprehending what
he was trying to say.
“My hands… they feel lonely… or at least, that’s what I
think it is.” He suddenly looked at you with worry. “Do you have any idea what
this is? I’m scared.”
You blinked a couple of times before ducking your head in a
soft laugh. You didn’t mean to be insensitive. But this was so pure.
“Jack, it’s called being touch-starved.” You lightly giggle.
“It’s nothing to worry about. It means you just miss the contact of someone
else’s skin.” You explain.
“Oh…”, he looked relieved. “I guess that’s why I was so
drawn to you.” He obviously didn’t mean it in anything but the most innocent
sense and yet it still made a light tinge of pink appear in your cheeks.
You shook your head and reached out your hand, “Here.” A
slow smile formed on his face as he took it and instantly his smile widened.
You were baffled as to how closely he resembled a puppy.
You intertwined your fingers with his and locked your other
hand with his as well. He looked at you with the brightest of grins. “I like
this. We should do this more often, y/n.”
Another shade of pink crept up your cheeks. “I’d love that,
Jack.”
Later in the day, the two of you were found fast asleep on
the couch, curled up together. Your hands, still interlocked, with peaceful
smiles on your faces. Jack was going to find all sorts of reasons to hold you
or cuddle with you and he was going to pester a certain Winchester he had in
mind.
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A/N: Just a reminder, requests are closed. Just clearing out the inbox. *nervous laugh*