Jesus imagine
Theme: happy, and cute.
Requested?: yes.
Requested by: Kayloux <3
I'm sorry it took so long!:(
Forgive me!!
You sat down on the floor in yours and Jesus' bedroom.
When scavenging you found a canvas and paints, you felt like painting a portrait of Glenn for Maggie.
After she lost him, she had nothing– not even a picture to remember him by. You were hoping she'd love it when you went to visit her at the hilltop.
Just before packing away Jesus walked in, he sat behind you, kissing your shoulder softly.
"Is that Glenn?" He asked, kissing up and down your neck and shoulder blade.
Nodding your head you finished the last part of the paining, the strand of hair that was always pushed out of Glenns face.
"I'm giving it to Maggie tomorrow." You smiled, picking up the painting, and putting it on the windowsill.
"You're so talented y/n, I'm so lucky to call you mine." Jesus beamed, "since when was you a painter?" He asked.
"Before all of this started, at first it was just a hobby but, I was more than an art student.
I've always wanted to be a painter." You smiled standing up.
"Do you have any more? I'd love to see some."
"I do indeed, take a look inside these boxes under the bed. The red one is before all this started, the blue one is now."
Jesus looked through your paintings and one stood out to him more than anything, he lifted it up and smiled.
"Is this me?" He showed you the painting.
You giggled, nodding your head "yeah, the first time I ever saw you here in AZ. I was scared I wouldn't be able to remember what you looked like, so I had to paint you aha."
"Why didn't you tell me? Or show anyone your paintings?"
Jesus went through more of your paintings, "we've been dating for months. You should've told me."
You put your arms around his back, hugging him close to you, snuggling into him.
"I'm surprised you never caught me, you was already suspicious why this room smelled of paint. I was always sneaking out to make sure no one caught me." You giggled.
"Y/N, you're talented. Don't hide your talent away from me.
You can paint and draw all of this madness, and keep a diary."
"Like I'll ever make it that far baby." You grabbed the red box putting it under the bed.
"Don't say that. You will, and I will too. I'm going on a run tomorrow and I'll try and find some paint. Just do me a favour and let me know when you're good at something?" Jesus smiled, "you make my drawings look like shit." He later laughed.
