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thin ice | childe x reader | twenty-four.

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what happened after that fateful night at the airport.

a/n: HELLO I’M HERE TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY SO THE FINAL CHAPTER IS MY GIFT FROM ME TO YOU!! i hope you all enjoy it so much. a year and a half and like a hundred thousand words have come to this. thank you so much for this wild ride. i enjoyed every second of it.

tags: nothing but fluff (for once)

the ice was the most beautiful part of the national ice arena.

it wasn’t the golden light, shining down from the floodlights, beaming down on you. it wasn’t the waving mondstadtian flags. it was not the flood of people who came from every corner of the continent to watch the national championship. it wasn’t the hushed hum of agents, coaches, and other skaters alike. undeniably, the shiny, glistening ice was the best part of skating in the national arena.

your bones felt old as you peeked out from behind the back room's curtain. the rest of the room cleared out already. nilou, representing sumeru, just finished her beautifully fluid skate. the zamboni machine ran over the ice, slicking up the ice anew. you finished your jump practices and warm-up, keeping the heat in the cold room of the arena. all that remained was you and coach jean.

“up next, just in a few minutes, is mondstadt’s beloved y/n l/n,” the TV screen droned on. “partner to the elite snezhnayan hockey player, childe, the royals of the ice have just reached three years of dating. here’s a quick recap of their love story, while we prep the ice.”

“y/n and childe? oh, ho, i love telling this story,” coach zhongli laughed on the tv screen, crossing his arms across his chest. his hair looked longer, but he still wore the stars’ gold and white tracksuit. “before they were on the tu hockey team, y/n and childe already hated each other. childe took y/n’s skating time and didn’t clean up the rink, and y/n accidentally taught childe’s younger brother, teucer, how to skate.”

“i get so embarrassed every time that that thing plays,” you said, shaking your head. you buried your face in your hands as soon as coach jean appeared on the screen.

“y/n is every aspect of their sport. cold, cool, collected, and always calm,” she said. her lips quirked up as she tried to hide a smile behind a pressed hand. “except for when it came to childe.”

“did you have to agree to that?” you rolled your eyes, turning to face coach jean.

“couldn’t help it,” she shrugged from her chair in the back corner of the room. “talking about my protege and their boyfriend was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“y/n? oh, i don’t even have the words to describe how happy they make me,” childe’s voice spoke over the tv, running a hand through his hair. “i’ve never seen someone who loves as fiercely as y/n has. i’m very lucky to be receiving it. they’re the perfect partner.”

a smile came over his face and you chuckled. as you watched several pictures of you holding hands, recreating famous doubles’ skating poses, and goofily wearing each other’s gear flicker on the screen, you sucked in a breath. shaking out the nervousness, you held your head high as you stood behind the curtain.

you heard coach jean get up from her seat and stand beside you. “are you ready for the skate, y/n?” she asked.

“yes, coach,” you replied, smoothing down the front of your outfit again.

she appeared in your peripheral vision in a flash of swaying blonde hair and blue fabric. “no matter what happens today, i hope you know you are more than worthy of any title.”

“the international skating association’s championship only comes around once every four years. i have no choice but to have full confidence in myself, coach,” you looked back briefly with a small smile, before flinging open the curtain. as a cacophony of camera clicks and flashing lights came over your face, you scanned the crowd. the blue-toned hair of xingqiu and chongyun popped up with excitement in the v.i.p. section, waving a giant cardboard cutout of your face. xiao propped up a hand before getting eclipsed by the sight of diluc and kaeya quarreling over who got to hold the teyvat university banner. coach zhongli was on his feet, cheerfully welcoming your arrival. laughing, you waved at your beloved team before addressing her again. “after all, i have people like you waiting on me in the wings.”

walking forward, your blood flow rushed towards your hands and your feet. bouncing up and down slightly, you casually answered questions as you made your way to the entrance of the rink.

“y/n, how do you feel about tonight?”

“feeling great, honestly. i’ve been waiting for this moment for three years now.”

“four years ago, we watched as you took an almost career-ending injury to your knee. what is the importance of this skate?”

“it’s important to me, but i’ve also come to realize that there are things beyond skating. whether or not i win tonight is the least of my worries. what tonight is a celebration of returning to the ice.”

“y/n, your relationship with the snezhnaya fatui center, childe, has landed you the name of ice royals. what do you take that for?”

“it’s an honor. if childe and i can make at least one kid out there get out there on the ice, then i think we’re doing pretty good.”

as you ushered through, you passed in front of the v.i.p. section where the team lay. “hey, hey, hey! that’s my manager!” kaeya hollered, sending everyone in the stands flying. “go get ‘em tonight!”

“hey, kaeya!” you replied, fist-bumping him as he leaned down. “hoping for the trophy and the ring tonight!”

before he could reply, diluc bumped his shoulder to the side. “attention whore,” diluc swore, shoving him over to look down at you. you laughed, slapping your hand against his own. he grinned as kaeya looked like he was going to punch him. “go get ‘em tonight, y/n. i know i didn’t fly out from mondstadt for nothing.”

“okay, okay, mr. dawn winery,” you chuckled, mock-saluting him. turning away as both brothers began to brawl, xingqiu and chognyun jumped up and down to greet you. teasing, you waved up at them. “aw, my freshmen are all grown up!”

“we were never that small, to begin with, but whatever,” xingqiu rolled his eyes. “congrats on your comeback. i hope you know how excited we are for you!”

“i agree!” chongyun nodded. “watching you skate is always a good time!”

“and i’m sure that us having a huge cardboard cut out of your face is evidence of that!” xingqiu piped up, shaking the board excitedly. “this is seriously awesome! you’ll kill them tonight!”

xiao let out a little sigh, crossing his arms as coach and ganyu sat beside him. “you two are way too excitable,” he huffed, turning his head in slight disappointment.

“xiao was actually the one who was really excited and wanted to fly the whole team out here tonight,” ganyu teased, ruffling his hair. “he’s been making good of that multi-million dollar contract with the liyue adepti hockey team. speaking of which, he skipped tonight’s big game against the mondstadt knights to watch you.”

“oh, shut up,” he scoffed before offering a short nod at you. “i wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to us. money and hockey are the least of my worries right now. the international championship only comes around once every four years.”

“i thoroughly appreciate the support, xiao,” you said earnestly, placing a hand on your chest as a sign of respect. “thank you for coming out tonight.” he didn’t reply and only gave a short nod at you.

coach zhongli was on his feet, wearing a slick black and brown suit with an amber tie. he leaned down to stare you down from the v.i.p. section, crossing his arms behind his back. “well, hello,” he greeted casually. “looks like our manager finally made good on their promise to take that international title, huh?”

“hey, coach!” you eagerly greeted, placing your hands on your hips. “i certainly plan on it. thanks for showing up tonight. i bet you’re feeling great after yet another national win, huh?”

“haha, the abyss was pretty good this season. we lost a game or two against them, but of course, my stars came through in the end,” he laughed. “and of course, my mood will only increase after seeing you on the ice tonight. good luck, y/n.”

“i’ll do my very best, coach. besides, it would be nice to have both a teyvat university trophy and an international trophy and ring under my belt.”

with a final wave, you strode away, carrying your head high. a murmur flowed through the staff as you walked through, running around with black clipboards and cameras. above you, the lights dim. as some assistants escorted you to your bench, you closed your eyes.

four years ago, you walked in with the expectation of a victory and ended up riding out on a stretcher. but today, you could care less about whether or not you got a trophy and a ring. today was about taking back what was yours: your love for skating.

taking a final swig of your water, you opened your eyes to hear your name briefly mentioned by the spectators. nearing the dashboard, you looked back at coach jean. she nodded, squeezing your shoulder before letting you go.

skating forward, you jutted your skates into the ice. stretching your arms, you slid by the dasher boards as the wind bit at your neck and cheeks, and a hand suddenly grabbed your own. it yanked you so hard that your back was flush with the person's chest and half-falling down the side of the rink.

scowling, you stood up and looked back. “haven’t we talked about how you aren’t supposed to do that when i’m about to skate?”

“you know you love it,” a voice that sounded like home said. “c’mon, don’t think i didn’t notice that you said hi to everyone but me before going out there.”

“they already showed a five-minute video about our relationship,” you deadpanned, looking at your boyfriend. “and besides, you know i always say something to you before i do my skate program.”

“uh-huh, keep telling yourself that,” childe laughed. “anyways, good luck today, sweetheart. you’re going to do great. after this, what do you think about having dinner together in the liyue district? take out in the car again?”

“i’m about to skate the most important program of my life and you’re here telling me about our dinner plans?” you sighed and shook your head at him. “you’re ridiculous. but, can you order ahead at the wanmin restaurant for crystal shrimp and jueyun chicken chili?”

“you’re so stubborn,” he chuckled. “but don’t worry, i’ve got them on speed dial. after going to every single one of your competitions since graduation, i’ve predicted how these things work.”

looking at the pa system above, you looked at the pa system and the lights. “i better head out,” you started before letting go of his hands. “i’ll see you in five minutes.”

turning around, you dug the blade into the ice. “hey, y/n? i think you forgot something,” childe piped up. spinning around, you skated back over to him with a confused face.

“did i forget a glove or--”

suddenly, with the unabashed and reckless fervor your boyfriend always had, he took a hand under your chin and met his lips with yours. flustered, you reciprocated, placing a gentle hand on his face. the lights and the crowd went unseen and unheard as you kissed him, attention devoted to him exclusively.

pulling away with a heaving chest, you smacked his shoulder. “what the hell was that for? we’re in public, childe,” you chastised.

“just a good luck kiss,” he let out a fleeting giggle with child-like wonder. kissing you on the cheek, he fist-bumped you. “you’ve got this. love you!”

ushering you forward, you rolled your eyes with a smile. “i love you too,” you mouthed as you slid to the center of the arena.

“now skating, from mondstadt, y/n l/n!” the overhead announcer declared. you threw your hands up in the air, spinning around once and blowing kisses to the crowd. fans shook their banners with a delightful fervor. as the stagnant heat from the spotlight hit your shoulders and the bitter cold bit at your legs, you stilled and closed your eyes.

the volume in the room was a little over a whisper, but you could hear him from where you stood. his voice singled out, standing alone in the crowds of thousands. “c’mon, y/n,” childe hushedly said, but his voice was clear as day. “you got this. you’ve worked hard for everything; now is your time to shine.”

your lips quirked up into a smile momentarily.

the song was a classical one. your short program song was a pop song, but for the longer skate, you chose an intimate, warm, and personal ballad. it was not only a personal testament to your previously known skating skills but to show everyone how much you had improved over your four-year hiatus.

it began with the quiet hum of a lone violin, to which you raised your arms high above your head. the accompanying oboe and clarinet followed, sounding rich with harmonious chords and thick with slow and sultry notes.

tilting your head back, you returned it forward again as you took off. you rocked on one blade, gyrating your body in a perfect circle. as the slow and docile introduction quickened its rhythm, you changed directions to skate backward. picking up speed, the cold wind embraced your exposed neck and hands. abruptly taking flight, you took off.

there was no sense of vertigo or whiplash while you were in the air. counting the jumps and holding your arms tight to your chest for an aerodynamic advantage, you took in a breath. as your height decreased, you landed on the backward outside edge of your opposite skate’s blade, arms wide open. the crowd cheered, clapping in amazing awe, but you were just getting started. childe’s blue eyes caught your own once you skated over, whooping with unashamed rowdiness.

the tone mellowed out again, to which you took the opportunity to incorporate the more artistic parts of the routine. the raw emotion poured from you as the cellos began to bow with accented notes. twizzling back and forth, you eventually stopped to lean parallel to the ice. holding your skate, you whirled around for a few seconds longer before standing upright again. as the crowd applauded, you raised your head and hands up high.

skating backward again, you prepared for a triple flip and took off with your inside skate, you hopped up into the air. your cheeks were hot with the extreme strength it took to get up, cooled only by the three spins while in the air. landing on the opposite foot, you quickly jumped up again with the same foot. turning around twice, you landed a perfect double loop.

the people were thrilled at the sight as you took the next few moves to recover from the exertion. leaning to the side at a sixty-degree angle, your hands nearly brushed against the ice as you circled the center. standing again, you slid forward to perform another spin.

this particular whirl was a layback, where your back was nearly parallel to the floor and one foot in the air. then, it abruptly changed even more with your hands catching the back edge of the skate. finally, using the last of your momentum, you lifted your skate up above your head.

letting go of the skate, you spun once again. the song picked up an even faster beat, prompting you to move backward. you performed a double salchow with ease, and you mentally prepared yourself for the last and final move. once the bane of your existence, but now a familiar and close friend, your centerpiece was a triple axel.

you looked at childe for support as you passed by him gracefully. he simply mouthed “i love you”, sending your heart pounding with anticipation and swelling with love for him. grinning, you winked at him before sliding by him.

at the north end of the rink, you put the last of your energy toward the jump. taking a breath, you halted abruptly and launched yourself into the air.

here, you could see the entire rink as you spun. you stared at the crowd, but your eyes locked on childe’s. he stared at you with nothing short of adoration. his red, rosy cheeks were pulled up in a full smile as you were airborne. something squeezed at your chest to keep going despite being so tired. twisting around once, then twice, then three times and a half, you landed like a feather on your outside opposite foot.

skating to the middle of the rink, you let your arms flow with the breeze. suddenly, you threw your head and arms back as you came to a stop with a heaving chest. the last accented note faded at the same time.

undeniably, you knew that was the best you had ever performed.

closing your eyes, you let your heart pound against your chest and the icy air caressed your skin. a shower of roses flooded the ice, along with teddy bears and other bouquets. blowing a kiss to the crowd, you waved as you skated over to where childe was.

before you could even say anything to him as you crossed over the side of the rink, childe swept you into his arms, lifting you into the air and hugging you tightly. “you did so well!” he exclaimed while peppering your cheeks with kisses. “you did so, so, so good. i love you. you did amazing.”

you became flustered at the praise. “you are so embarrassing,” you murmured as you chastely kissed his cheek. “love you too.”

as you sat down on the bench where he sat, coach jean shooed away paparazzi from your rest area. “you never cease to amaze me, y/n. you did wonderfully,” she complimented, hugging your shoulder.

“thank you, coach,” you replied, squeezing your shoulder. “that was good out there. really good.”

“i’m glad you realize that too. a few years ago, you would’ve been telling me that there was still so much work to do. you deserve good things. and this performance was a reflection of your hard work.”

thanking her again, you took a sip of your water while looking at the overhead system. your face was on the live stream as you waited for the association to come back with your scores. childe squeezed your hand tightly, perhaps even more excited to see your score than you were.

“seeing as that y/n l/n of mondstadt was the last to skate the long program, the awards ceremony will come shortly after this,” the announcers stated as the crew began rolling out the podium and carpet on top of the ice.

“bet you’ll be up there soon,” he whispered, making you laugh.

“yeah, yeah, don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” you nudged his shoulder. taking another sip of water, the newscasters came over the speaker again.

“the international association has come back with the final score for y/n l/n,” they said as you continued to hydrate. “their score is a 190--the highest in the competition today and the highest performed by a skater in teyvat’s history.”

ungracefully, you spat out your water on live television. considering you made out with your boyfriend on live television nearly three years before, you supposed it could be much worse. “holy--holy shit!” you exclaimed, jumping to your feet and looking at childe. he was already looking at you, cheeks red with excitement and freckled face grinning.

embracing you again, childe jumped up and down with you in his arms. “you did it! they did it! everyone, my partner is the best and a badass at skating!” he cheerfully cried, spinning you around in his arms. you kissed him to stop his never-ending shouting, holding his face with both hands. when you let go, you stared at him adoringly.

“we did it,” you whispered. “you and me. we did this together like you said we would.”

“i know,” he replied, ignoring the flashing lights of the media and urging the crew to get on the ice. “i’m so proud of you.”

quickly, you were escorted onto the ice. stepping on top of the podium, you looked to the v.i.p. section where the team stood. they were all over the place, running between seats in thrilled delight. waving, you smiled with pride in your chest.

you were given the silver trophy nearly half your size, along with a blocky, silver ring with the association’s logo written on it. it slid onto your hand easily. as you cradled the trophy, you looked back at childe. he was already looking at you.

no words needed to be said. you made it.

history certainly liked to repeat itself.

the playoff championship for the major league was held in the arena where you had won the international trophy a few weeks prior. the seats were full of banners representing the sumeru sages and the fatui harbingers. kaeya and xiao, who were now bona fide national hockey players, cheered him on near the dasher board despite being knocked out by him in the playoffs. the rest of the team was also there, diluc sitting with his father in the premium boxes, and coach zhongli, chongyun, and xingqiu in a row near kaeya and xiao. in the corner near the dasher board was teucer, whose bright blue eyes had the same awe for his brother as when you had first met him. he waved his little fatui flag, raised high above his head as the two teams skated by. only two minutes were on the clock, and the score between the two teams was tied.

you stood near the bench, where the rest of the harbingers’ coaching staff sat. coach pierro, a gruff old man who used to play for the team itself, mulled around with his heavy jacket and clipboard. the secretive staff of the harbingers was much different from how coach zhongli trained his team.

but, childe seemed to fit in just fine. “there, with his number eleven jersey, is childe, rookie of the year, two years ago,” the overhead announcers stated, and all eyes were drawn to your boyfriend. he whizzed by you in a cold flurry, kicking up shaved ice onto your face. you frowned, but he grinned and laughed, knowing exactly what he was doing.

you clung to your shirt, which was a jersey with his name emblazoned on the back. clenching your fists, you watched him push and shove his way to possessing the puck. “c’mon, you got this,” you murmured. “use the 2-1 strategy that you practiced for only barbatos knows how many hours.”

a little over a minute was left on the clock, and you thumped your foot up and down. a buzzerbeater always made for a good show with the crowd, but for your anxiety? not so much. you worried endlessly that the championship would slip out of his hands.

as the time ticked down to thirty seconds, you shook your head. no, you never doubted his skills as a hockey player before, and this game was no different. in fact, childe was a four-time collegiate winner and was the defending champion for this game. there was no way that he didn’t win. at the very least, if he didn’t score, they would have to go into overtime.

sixteen seconds on the board and something in the air changed. the crowd got a little rowdier, and you knew this was your boyfriend’s time to shine. with the puck still in his possession, he skated for the other end where the goal was.

“come on, come on!” you shouted, pumping your fist up and down. “childe, let’s go! bring home another championship!”

as if he was able to hear you, the small black disc caught air. it soared, neatly dodging other players, and entered the goalie box. with bated breath, everyone watched the puck whiz forward.

the goalie went left, and the puck went right, hitting the white ropes of the goal net.

your eyes went wide with shock. soon after the clock buzzed, people roared with the happiness of yet another harbingers’ victory. coach pierro let out a soft laugh, clapping his hands to congratulate the team.

looking over at your boyfriend once more, he threw off his helmet and skated towards you. “we did it,” he whispered, kissing you on the forehead. “i knew we were always made for great things like this, and i’m so happy i get to experience it with you.”

“proud of you, childe. always knew you had it in you for a back-to-back championship,” you whispered, kissing his cheek.

“yeah, yeah, enough with the sappiness, it’s time to celebrate!” he hollered. taking you in his arms, he gently helped you from over the side of the rink. he skated over to the rest of the team with an arm around your waist to make sure you wouldn’t slip on the slick ice.

in a blur, he was handed a silver trophy and a silver championship ring, not unlike your own. it was encrusted with diamonds, with a logo for the hockey association in the center. he held both items close to his heart, grinning down and holding them like his firstborn child.

soon after, confetti rained down in the fatui colors. slipping the ring on his finger and moving the trophy into one hand, he chuckled over the screams of the crowd and the arena’s music. “kinda reminds me of what happened at the collegiate championship a few years ago!” he laughed, still holding you by the waist.

“really now? do you wanna recreate that moment?” you asked, placing a hand on his cheek.

somewhere in front of childe, the rest of the harbingers’ team, and yourself, someone called for a photo upfront. still smiling like a fool, you didn’t bother to pay attention.

you kissed your boyfriend messily on the lips, on live television, unashamed to make out with the one you loved more than anything. no matter what came in the future, you had one another.

“i didn’t think i would find you here. you usually wait out front for me, not on the upper level of the arena,” childe said as you turned around to look at him. “also, i didn’t think you’d be so fast cleaning up after your ice skaters. the hockey team i coach for is a rowdy and messy bunch.”

“yeah, well, being a figure skater, we don’t have much equipment to pick up after practice. as a new coach and long-time ice skater, i know that” you shrugged. “but it seems you’ve finally learned how to pick up after yourself too. you never change.”

as childe walked over, you thought of how things came to be like this. recently, both you and childe decided to take some time off after your major title wins. the two of you recently bought a home in the mondstadt district of the city for the summer and fall seasons, when your sports were in their prime. when you weren’t working on ice skating, or when childe wasn’t working on offseason training, you two coached over at the national arena for junior players. nothing beat spending weekends with kids who had just landed their first toe loop spin or who just scored their first goal.

“hey, it was because those goalies are too heavy to carry in and out. doing one but not the other was just so convenient,” he pouted, standing next to you. looking forward, he let out a content sigh. “oh, so this is what you were looking at.”

you and your boyfriend had plenty of ribbons, trophies, and medals, so much so that you didn’t have any room for them in your shared home. thus, you recently donated it all to the national arena’s display cases. after both receiving some of the most coveted titles in all of ice sports history, childe and you were in the memorabilia cases for your respective events. the two silver trophies from your most recent wins earlier that summer sat next to one another on a gleaming silver pedestal. the only awards that were not on display were your silver championship rings, which the two of you wore on your hands daily. your old leotards and his jersey from his time as a teyvat star hung next to one another. there were also plenty of photos, including both times you kissed on live television. your lips quirked up at the memory.

“nothing beats looking at our display case,” childe started, placing his hands on his hips. “it serves to remind us how far we’ve come.”

“i like looking at it too,” you replied. “i used to want to be like coach jean and have my awards in a case here. now that i do, i can’t help but admire it.”

a silence settled over you two as you watched the silver metal glimmer. slowly, your hand reached for childe’s. he took it gratefully.

standing up straight, you looked at him with a smile. “well then, i believe we have a dinner reservation in the fontaine district tonight. i’m dying for some food after working so hard.”

“one second,” he interrupted, making you turn your head.

“what’s up?”

“i was just thinking,” he mused. “you know, our trophy case is just full of silver. except for your gold medal, of course. even our rings are silver.” he held up your hand for emphasis.

“i mean, most people associate ice skating with a silver color, so it makes sense,” you shrugged. “what are you getting at?”

“well, i was wondering if you’d like to add a little gold to our collection,” he said with a grin. shifting around, he shoved his hand into his back pocket. he dropped to one knee, still holding your hand.

jaw-dropping, you stared at him with widened eyes. tears welled up, and you covered your mouth before the first sobs of happiness could escape out. “no way,” you breathed. “are you…?”

“yes,” he replied, pulling out a silver box. propping open the top, a shiny, gold and diamond ring was bedded into the soft cushion. clearing his throat, he blushed slightly. “i meant to do this later when we got to the restaurant. but the timing was too right here.

“y/n, i have loved you since i watched you almost do that triple axel in the archon arena that night,” he began, but you cut him off.

“you idiot, i would’ve landed it if you weren’t there. you made me lose focus!” you said through fleeting laughter and he turned even redder in the face.

“shut up, i’m trying to propose!” he said through a fit of laughter. taking in a deep breath, he continued.

“we may have hated one another at first. i certainly did. you were always nagging me to pick up after myself after practicing on the weekends. but then you became my manager, and then my partner, and now you nag at me to do the dishes.

“when i first realized that you were more than someone i hated, i realized that you were a major part of my life. do you remember that one weekend you took off to go watch the game with barbara? i was a mess. i couldn’t find my mouthguard or my jersey or my kneepads. i was incomplete.

“and then i started noticing the little things about you more and more, especially when it came to skating. you were fast, you were concise, and you were an absolute badass. and then i noticed your personality. you were harsh but meant well. you cared about the team. you were with me every step of the way during that senior season. it wasn’t long before i fell in love with you. actually, in all honesty, i think i fell in love with you after i got that injury that landed me in the hospital and you yelled at me.”

“you dumbass, i was crying about your injury and you were falling in love with me?!”

“shhh, that’s not the point!” he whispered-laughed. “the point is, y/n l/n, my life would be much different if you weren’t here. you stabilize me. you push me to be better than my best. i fall in love with you over and over again every morning when you wake up with the worst bedhead known to man when you drop off my lunch when i forget it at home, and when you hold me and tell me it’s alright when i make a mistake or two. i am so, so, so incredibly, undeniably, and irrefutably in love with you. y/n l/n, decorated skating champion, my former manager, and my lovely partner, will you do me the greatest honor i can ask of?

“will you marry me?” he whispered looking up at you with devout eyes.

“even though you never wash your dishes, even though you’re always getting yourself injured or in trouble, even though you kiss me when you’re sweaty after a hockey game,” you started, you nodded with a smile. “you’re all i’ve ever wanted. i love you, ajax. of course, i’ll marry you.”

with an unbound excitement, he slid the ring onto your finger and both the golden band of your engagement ring and the silver championship ring collided. quickly, he kissed you passionately, cheeks and ears stained red with flustered affection. “i love you,” he whispered. “i love you, i love you, i love you. i promise to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

“i love you. i want to make sure that you’re happy for the rest of your life too, for all of our days. forever,” you murmured, before taking him by his face and kissing him again and again.

i lied. i have one more chapter, which is the epilogue. whoops

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music-in-my-veins14 · 1 month

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I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de Mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced poses So much hides behind my smile

#What Else Can I Do #Encanto #Disney #Lyrics

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l3m0ngal5 · 4 days

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Vasilia:I just made something unexpected

Something sharp, something new

It's not symmetrical or perfect

But it's beautiful and it's mine

What else can I do?

Tayrun:Bring it in, bring it in

Good talk, bring it in, bring it in (what else can I do?)

Let's walk, bring it in, bring it in

Free hugs, bring it in, bring it in

Vasilia:I grow rows and rows of roses

Flor de mayo, by the mile

I make perfect, practiced poses

So much hides behind my smile

What could I do if I just grew what I was feelin' in the moment?

(Do you know where you're going? Whoa)

What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect?

It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?

A hurricane of jacarandas

Strangling figs (big), hanging vines (this is fine)

Palma de cera fills the air as I climb

And I push through

What else can I do?

Can I deliver us a river of sundew?

Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do

I wanna feel the shiver of something new

I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you?

Tayrun:You just seem like your life's been a dream (whoa)

Since the moment you opened your eyes

(How far do these roots go down?)

All I know are the blossoms you grow (whoa)

But it's awesome to see how you rise

Vasilia:How far can I rise?

Through the roof, to the skies

Let's go

A hurricane of jacarandas (woo)

Strangling figs (go), hanging vines (grow)

Palma de cera fills the air as I climb

And I push through

What else, what else?

What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment?

(Seize the moment, keep goin')

What can you do when you know who you wanna be is imperfect?

But I'll still be okay

Hey, everybody clear the way, woo

I'm comin' through with tabebuia (she's comin' through with that boo-yeah)

Making waves (making waves), changing minds (you've changed mine)

The way is clearer 'cause you're here, and well

I owe this all to you

What else can I do?

(Show 'em what you can do)

What else can I do?

(There's nothing you can't do)

What else can I do?

Oh thinking of the silly singing this song warms my heart.I don't know why

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aikochandoodles · 2 years

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"I grow rows and rows of roses

Flor de mayo, by the mile

I make perfect, practiced poses

So much hides behind my smile."

Who else loves Isabela like me? I really felt her while watching Encanto, the pressure and the expectacions that others have and you have to be perfect because you don't want to disappoint anyone 💦

#manga #mangaka #drawing #cute #cartoon #encanto #isabela madrigal #madrigal family #disney #digitalart #medibangpaint #flowers #pink #magical

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queen-ofsunflowers · 1 year

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So, um... I realized something and I'm not sure how to feel about it but.

Ayame - Surface Pressure

"Give it to your sister, your sister's older. Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder."

"Give it to your sister and never wonder if the same kind of pressure would've pulled you under. Who am I if I don't have what it takes?"

Yuriko - What Else Can I Do?

"I make perfect, practiced poses; so much hides behind my smile."

"What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?"

Tsubaki - Waiting On a Miracle

"And I'm fine, I am totally fine. I will stand on the side as you shine... I'm not fine, I'm not fine...!"

"All I need is a change. All I need is a chance. All I know is I can't stay on the side! Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes...!"

#queen's musings #queen's ocs #ayame shiomi #yuriko arisato #tsubaki amamiya #persona oc #persona 3 #persona 5

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tumortunes · 1 year

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big sister energy in musicals

i was just watching the first time in forever song from frozen and elsa's part really reminded me of isabela's part in encanto what else can i do.

the burden that big sisters take on. it's giving perfection. it's suppressing your true feelings to fit the mold that you are expected to fit into.

...

Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, put on a show Make one wrong move and everyone will know

But it's only for today It's only for today It's agony to wait It's agony to wait

Tell the guards to open up the gate The gate

For the first time in forever Don't let them in, don't let them see I'm getting what I'm dreaming of Be the good girl you always have to be A chance to change my lonely world Conceal A chance to find true love Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

...

I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced poses So much hides behind my smile

What could I do if I just grew what I was feelin' in the moment? (Do you know where you're going? Whoa) What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?

A hurricane of jacarandas Strangling figs (big), hanging vines (this is fine) Palma de cera fills the air as I climb And I push through What else can I do?

Can I deliver us a river of sundew? Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do I wanna feel the shiver of something new I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you?

You just seem like your life's been a dream (whoa) Since the moment you opened your eyes (How far do these roots go down?) All I know are the blossoms you grow (whoa) But it's awesome to see how you rise How far can I rise? Through the roof, to the skies Let's go

i feel like the songs mirror each other. and ive always really like these songs. to the point of where they could make me choke up a little bit when i heard them. my breath would get caught in my throat. and i really would never understand why. these songs aren't super sad but there's enough there that i can relate to. i can totally connect with the struggles of these female characters and their self imposed pressure to be perfect to impress their families. they feel like it's their duty. it's okay if they aren't happy. it is for the greater good. it is better to have control over your feelings. slipping would be devistating.

the songs swell and show what emotion they're feeling. it's sad and forlorn and filled with longing

what else can i do is heavily intertwined with my brain tumor memories. that song came out and we watched it a lot and listened to the sound track non stop during my initial recovery. we listened to it a lot in the bathroom when mom and court combed dried blood out of my hair.

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onceuponatimcx · 2 years

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tag drop for emilio madrigal - ▲

#( so much hides behind my smile | about )#( I make perfect practiced poses | visual )#( tag drop. )#( thread | emilio )

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klaushargreeveses · 2 years

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I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced poses So much hides behind my smile

#disneyedit #encanto #fyeahdisney #fyeahmovies #animationedit #disneygifsdaily #dailyanimatedgifs #animationsdaily #bigfrozensix #disneyfeverdaily #animationsource #encantoedit #***#disneymydear #moviegifs #filmedit #disneydaily

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb fluff #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi x reader #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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valdomarx · 3 years

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“Geralt. My dearest friend. My closest companion. Light of my life, fire of my-”

Geralt narrows his eyes. “What do you want, Jaskier?”

“Seeing as how I’ve made you famous, and I flatter myself that this has eased you path somewhat, why, this very inn not only took us in but even offered us a discounted rate-”

“What do you want, Jaskier?” Testier this time.

“Ahh. Well. Let me put it plainly: I’m in need of a favour.”

Geralt raises one eyebrow, in an expression he knows speaks volumes.

“I need you to come with me to Lettenhove this winter and pose as my fiancé.”

Geralt nearly drops the sword he’s sharpening. A million thoughts whip through his mind, but one is most pressing: “Why, for Melitele’s sake?”

Jaskier waves a hand in a vague and non-descriptive gesture. “It’s a court thing, you know how families are, and my mother has made it abundantly clear that it’s time for me to settle down and this year I’m to return affianced or else she’ll select someone for me. And I can’t get hitched to some local lady, Geralt, I simply can’t, it’ll ruin my bardic appeal, not to mention my employment prospects, and of course I won’t be able to travel with you, and it’s-”

Geralt holds up a hand to ward off the wall of words. The idea of no longer travelling with Jaskier is unconscionable, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. And they spend so much time together they’re practically married anyway. How hard could it be to pretend for a few days?

“Fine,” he says gruffly.

“Oh, Geralt, you are wonderful.” Jaskier beams and throws his arms around Geralt’s neck. Geralt growls, but secretly, it’s actually rather nice.

“Mother, this is Geralt, my fiancé.”

Cold, clear eyes look him up and down, assessing him, and pinch into an expression suggesting he has been found wanting. Geralt decides against opening his mouth and further cementing that opinion.

“A witcher.” Her voice has the familiar twang of Jaskier’s, but with the flat, expressionless cadence he associates with the higher echelons of the aristocracy.

“A witcher!” Jaskier confirms in a cheery tone. “Isn’t that exciting?”

She sniffs in a manner which makes it clear that exciting would not be her first choice of word. “I see. He will be joining us for this year’s Yuletide?”

“He will.”

Her face draws back into the impassive mask of the well-bred. “Very well. You will stay in the east wing.”

“Thank you, mother.” Jaskier executes a stiff bow which Geralt copies and they beat a hasty retreat.

“That went rather well!”

Geralt blinks. “Jaskier, I’m fairly sure your mother means to have me killed in my sleep.”

“Oh, don’t mind her. She’s always like that. She’s actually softened up a lot since dear old dad died, gods rest the grumpy bastard.”

Geralt struggles to imagine how such staid, cold people could possibly have produced a son as bright and warm as Jaskier. They might as well be a different species.

Jaskier pushes open a door to a grand suite, all plush velvets and gold ornamentation, a thick woven rug underfoot. It’s the most opulent room Geralt has ever seen, but Jaskier pays it no mind and throws his bag casually on the bed.

“We’ll have to stay here together,” he says apologetically, not looking Geralt in the eye. “But the bed is plenty big, or I can sleep on the sofa if you’d rather -”

Geralt is still taking it all in: The space, the furnishings, the frankly enormous bed which looks divinely comfortable. And there, through the next room, that looks like-

“Is that a copper bathtub?” he asks, eyes wide. Such luxuries were a rarity indeed.

Jaskier grinned. “It is. Let me get some food sent up and I’ll wash your hair?”

Geralt grumbles, just for the effect, and decides that putting up with tedious aristocracy might have its benefits after all.

Yule festivities in Lettenhove are, mercifully, a mere matter of days. First there is the fitting for formal attire, which Geralt scowls through but Jaskier promises will be made up for with plenty of good food and wine. Then there are several deeply tedious aristocratic parties, which Jaskier sails through and Geralt spends mostly hiding in dark corners, as is his wont.

Occasionally, Jaskier will grab him by the hand and introduce him as, “Geralt, my husband-to-be,” and something funny will flip over in his stomach which will require several drinks to settle. When he returns to his dark corner he’ll find his heart pumping a little faster as his eyes track Jaskier flitting around the room. It’s probably just indigestion from all the rich food.

Then there is the formal family Yuletide dinner, a spectacularly awkward and singly unpleasant evening spent around a long, cold table with Jaskier’s mother and various cousins, who regard Geralt with expressions ranging from bland disinterest to active hostility. The food is heavy beyond measure and the conversation cruel and bland by turns.

They cover the need for raising taxes, the many failings of the servant class, and the petty squabbles over jewels and titles that seems to be the bread and butter of these people. With each hateful line, Geralt feels his blood rising. If it weren’t for Jaskier making pleading eyes at him, he’d take great pleasure in explaining some hard truths to them.

When a cousin begins expounding on useless lazy peasants in the estate, complaining that they can’t work because of plague, but we all know they’re simply idle, Geralt grits his teeth so hard that he swears the sound must be audible.

Beneath the table, Jaskier takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Staring down at their joined hands, Geralt detaches from these awful people and their awful conversation and focuses on the simple warmth of Jaskier’s fingers intertwined with his own.

They make their escape from dinner as soon as can be considered polite, and Geralt takes a second to lean against the door to their room, breathing deeply.

“You did well not to throttle anyone,” Jaskier says with a reassuring smile. “If we’d had to listen to cousin Edrick for a minute longer, I might have launched over the table with a carving knife myself.”

Geralt reaches for him without thinking, and once again Jaskier’s hand slips into his own. It’s grounding, to feel something genuine in this place surrounded by artifice.

“Come on,” Jaskier says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Geralt doesn’t even ask where they’re going before nodding.

They sneak away from the estate out of the servants’ door and follow a winding path toward a cluster of lights in the valley below. The path into Lettenhove town is quiet and calm, and as they walk the snow begins to fall in soft flurries, covering the ground in a peaceful white blanket.

The town looks picture perfect when they arrive, a charming jumble of thatched cottages and a small, cosy inn from which bright light spills out into the snowy night. When they enter the barmaid runs over to hug Jaskier and the proprietor slaps him on the back, and Jaskier has a kind word and a waved greeting for every person in there.

Geralt feels something unwind in his chest, something he hadn’t realised was tight and twisted until now. Seeing Jaskier in his element, among people who love him for who he is, instead of among that cold, hateful family, he feels right in a way he hasn’t for days.

Jaskier is already buying drinks and passing them around, and he excitedly waves Geralt over. “Bree, Geoffrey,” he addresses the couple behind the bar, “This is Geralt.” A shy smile sneaks over his face. “My fiancé.” The couple gasp in delight and congratulate Jaskier, then they’re embracing Geralt like old friends and pushing a drink into his hands.

“Come on, Geralt, join us!” Bree smiles warmly. “It’ll be the ten o’clock bells soon, and we must have Jaskier lead us in a song.”

The evening is a whirl of music and dance and loud, terrible singing, which the entire town seems to join in. For once there is no corner for Geralt to hide in, so he stays by Jaskier’s side, basking in the reflected glow of these people’s clear adoration of his bard.

When the midnight bell chimes and Geoffrey turns them all out for the night, the revelers wend their way home still singing and drinking. As the place empties out, Jaskier slides over to Bree to press a kiss to her cheek and a bulging purse into her hand. She tries to wave him off but Jaskier tucks the money behind the counter all the same, and Geralt watches, a deep wave of fondness sweeping through him.

The snow is still falling when they step out into the now-quiet street, soft, fat flakes drifting lazily from the sky and sticking in Jaskier’s hair. His cheeks are flushed pink and his hair falls in an messy sweep over his eyes; without thinking Geralt reaches out to brush it away behind his ear. Jaskier’s blush deepens as he does so, but he shivers in the cold.

“Here.” Geralt unclasps the thick cloak from around his neck and sweeps it over Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier’s mouth forms a little o of surprise and he looks up at Geralt, something tender in his eyes.

Geralt’s gaze is caught by the snow flakes settling on Jaskier’s lashes; he’s so focused that he almost jumps when Jaskier reaches out to take his hand. The sky seems to glow with a soft orange light as the clouds reflect the last few fires in the town below; everything is warm with Jaskier’s hand in his despite the chill in the air.

“Thank you,” Jaskier says softly. “For being here with me.” And leaning in, his breath caressing over Geralt’s face, he touches his lips to Geralt’s cheek in a ghost of a kiss.

Suddenly it occurs to Geralt that this will be it, tomorrow they’ll head back on the path like none of this ever happened, no more holding hands or being close, no more being introduced as Jaskier’s betrothed. And despite the hellish parts of this experience he really doesn’t want it to end. He likes being Jaskier’s person, and he likes Jaskier being his.

They are still standing close together, mere inches between them, and it’s no effort at all to lean in, slowly, cautiously, to find Jaskier’s lips with his own, to place a tentative kiss there. And then Jaskier’s hands are fisting in his shirt and tugging him closer still, and his arms go around his waist and Jaskier is kissing him back like he’s been waiting for it, their mouths slotting together like they were made to fit each other, and everything is blazingly bright like the white of the snow.

When they pull apart they stay with foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, and Geralt can see a smile cracking wide over Jaskier’s face.

“I like being engaged to you,” Geralt says quietly, unable to keep it in.

Jaskier’s smile widens even further. “I like being engaged to you too,” he says. He kisses him again. “Fiancé.” Another kiss. “Husband to be.” And another. “Partner.” One more. “Beloved.”

“I like the sound of those.” He suspects he may be wearing the same dopey grin as Jaskier is.

“Then let’s make it official.” Jaskier bites his lip. “Marry me?”

Jaskier is a picture of perfection, eyes gleaming and cheeks ruddy, snowflakes in his hair. Geralt’s heart has always been right here.

“I’d be honoured.” He considers for a second. “But not in Lettenhove.”

Jaskier’s laugh sparkles with joy. “Anywhere but here.”

#PLEASE ENJOY THIS HOLIDAY ROMCOM NONSENSE #i am feeling festive and also sappy #geraskier #the witcher #my writing

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riddlerosehearts · 2 years

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incomplete list of cool lyrics i really like from the encanto soundtrack:

"i'm not nervous, i'm as tough as the crust of the earth is" "i move churches, and i glow cause i know what my worth is"

"can i deliver us a river of sundew? careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do"

i always know to expect cool clever rhymes out of lin-manuel miranda's work but these are so good?? especially the second one like every single part of it rhymes in a way i would never be able to come up with on my own

"a hurricane of jacarandas" for the really cool alliteration and imagery

the way dolores sings her entire first verse in "we don't talk about bruno"

mirabel singing "i would make new trees and flowers grow" and then she does--indirectly, at least, by helping isabela discover a new side of her gift

her singing "i would heal what's broken, show this family something new, who I am inside" and then she does

actually just like all of surface pressure?? "platinum" rhyming with "flatten 'em", "surface" somewhat rhyming with "cerberus", and the way that in the actual scene we have the “was hercules ever like ‘i don’t wanna fight cerberus’” line and then shortly after we see luisa catch a bunch of giant broken pieces that end up forming the earth, much like atlas being forced to carry the earth on his shoulders

everybody singing about all the terrible things bruno told prophesied would happen to them and then isabela coming in with her absolutely angelic voice like “yeah well he told me i’m just super amazing and my entire life is gonna be perfect” and never elaborating on this

isabela using like three different poetic devices in the lines “i make perfect, practiced poses. so much hides behind my smile” without even trying to be poetic

the way bruno sings “let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it gOOOOoooOOOooOOOO”

"this is my family, a perfect constellation, so many stars and everybody gets to shine" vs "always walking alone, always wanting for more, like I'm still at that door, longing to shine like all of you shine" vs “look at this family, a glowing constellation, so full of stars and everybody wants to shine. but the stars don't shine, they burn, and the constellations shift.”

#encanto #disney #encanto spoilers

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 3 years

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What If? (H.JS)

Warnings : mention of divorce

Word Count : 1897

Synopsis : she had never seen jisung as anything more than just a friend. that is until her and jisung volunteered to do a couples photoshoot for their mutual friend. seeing the way he looked at her, the way they just seemed to match perfectly had her wondering, what if they were more than friends?

“He said my portfolio isn’t good enough. There isn’t enough variety.” Hyunjin whined as he plopped beside me on the couch. I could see the disappointment and exhaustion in his eyes when he looked at me. He had been working on his photography portfolio for months now, hoping to impress his professor.

“Did he give you any ideas to help expand your portfolio?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. It’s always helped calm him down, or that’s what he told me.

“He wants me to try to do a couples photoshoot, since I do a lot of portrait shoots. But I don’t even know any couples!” I slowly began to massage his head as he moved to rest his head in my lap, his eyes closing as he did so.

“Y/N and I will do it.” Jisung offered from the kitchen. Hyunjin’s eyes shot open, meeting mine immediately.

“Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” He questioned, causing Jisung and I to burst into laughter.

“No, but we can act like it front of the camera.” Jisung chuckled as he sat in the chair beside the couch.

“Besides, most of the school thinks we’re dating anyway.” I joked. Ever since high school, people have thought Jisung and I were couple since we’ve always been so close. Jisung is quite introverted and nervous around a lot of people, and he’s told me before that I comfort him just by being beside him. Growing up, he always clung to me in one way or another, not that I ever minded.

“Yeah, when I met you two in high school, I could have sworn you two were a couple.” Hyunjin added, sitting up on the couch. “But you two would really do a couples photoshoot for me?” We exchanged looks before nodded.

“You’re our friend and this is important to you. Of course we’ll help.” I smiled.

The three of us set out to find some nice shooting locations the next day. It was the perfect day for a photoshoot; the sun shining high in the sky. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would stop us and we’d take some pictures. Jisung and I looked up some references so we knew how to pose and make it look more realistic.

There was a lot of longing stares and laughter at how ridiculous this felt. Hyunjin was completely focused as Jisung and I posed for him. This was his final project and was worth 50% of his grade, and I could tell it was stressing him out. We tried our best to look as in love as possible, trying to hold in our laughter until the picture was taken, but sometimes it was difficult.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Jisung chuckled, hiding his face behind his hands. I reached out, taking one of his hands in mine and continued looking longingly into his eyes. “Yah!” I watched as his cheeks became a rosy colour.

“Let me love you!” I yelled as he suddenly took off running. As I caught up to him, I jumped on his back, thinking it would tackle him to the ground, but I was surprised when he caught my legs in his hands and continued running with me on his back. “Yah Han Jisung!” I shrieked, begging him to drop me.

“Didn’t think this one through, did you princess?” I cringed at the cliché nickname, lightly hitting the top of his head in protest. “Yah! Don’t hit me!”

The three of us ended up at a cafe looking through the pictures Hyunjin took throughout the day, after he downloaded them to his laptop. Jisung would point at one he thought was really nice, asking to send them to him later. But I just stared, my heart suddenly picking up pace.

I stared at the pictures, seeing the wide smiles on both our faces. How perfectly our hands seemed to fit together. Hyunjin even took pictures of us when we were just being ourselves, running around the park with me on his back. You couldn’t tell the difference between the pictures where we were acting like a couple and when we were just hanging out.

In all the years I’ve known Jisung, I’ve never seen him as anything more than my best friend. But looking at these pictures is like looking into another reality where he’s my boyfriend, and I don’t mind it.

Han Jisung has always been the person I turn to when I have news to share, good or bad. Through all the hard times and fights, he stuck by me, promising me he’d never leave. He’s the person that knows me better than I know myself. He knows exactly what I need without me asking for it. It’s like he can read my mind.

There’s no denying that he’s handsome either. He has a smile that can light up a room. Whenever I’m having a bad day, his smile alone can brighten it, bringing a smile to my face as well. And he’s got the cutest cheeks that puff out when he shoves food in his face, much like a squirrel. It’s one of my favourite parts about him. Honestly, I love everything about him.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I accidentally fell for my best friend. I fell for him a long time ago, but I refused to admit it. But looking at these pictures, my heart can’t deny it anymore. I’m in love with Han Jisung.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Jisung’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Do you not like the pictures? Are we not a cute couple?” He joked, his famous smile dancing across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“We’re obviously the cutest! All the pictures are amazing, Jinnie.” Hyunjin smiled at us, the stress seeming to wash off him completely.

“Honestly, you two would make a really cute couple. Look at this picture.” He showed us a picture he took just a bit ago when we got to the café. Jisung and I were standing in line, waiting to order. As per usual, Jisung had his arm draped across my shoulders, and I was holding his hand that was hanging off my shoulder, our fingers laced together. We were staring at each other, wide smiles on our faces. We weren’t even posing, that’s just how we’ve always been. “You are the happiest with each other.” Hyunjin added, but Jisung and I were both silent, realization hitting us both.

“Wow.” Jisung breathed out, his eyes suddenly meeting mine. “I’m so handsome!” He exclaimed, a wide smile taking over his face. I let out a laugh, but I could feel my heart drop. It was obvious that I was the only one who fell.

I eventually excused myself with the excuse of a project due in a couple days that I needed to finish. I put my earbuds in and took the long way home, overthinking every little thing between Jisung and I over the years. When did my feelings change?

Was it the night my parents divorced and I couldn’t stop crying, wondering what went wrong? Jisung came over after I had called him and he heard I was crying. I told him not to, but he still showed up, drenched from the pouring rain, holding a bag of all my favourite snacks. He held me until my sobs faded and wiped away the drying tears.

Maybe it was when we were partnered for a project in high school and we were in my room, laughing about something completely unrelated to the project. We stayed up late into the night, until my dad came upstairs, offering Jisung the spare room to sleep in, saying he already called his parents. Jisung was awake before me, waking me up with breakfast in bed and a shy smile.

It could have been when I was stood up, and instead of just picking me up and allowing me to do the lonely walk of shame out of the fancy restaurant, he barged in, apologizing profusely for being late. I smiled when I saw him dressed in his best suit, his hair a mess from the obvious run he did to get there. He even paid despite the high price and his dwindling bank account.

Or it could have been a mix of everything. Maybe my feelings were never platonic. I always seemed to laugh louder and smile more when he’s around.

A short vibration from my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the message from Hyunjin, seeing a couple pictures from today on my screen along with a short message. I don’t think you two are just friends.

The pictures were ones he didn’t show us at the café, or at least not when I was there. The first one seemed to be from when we were just wandering around looking for a location to shoot. I was looking somewhere off camera, probably looking around for a place to shoot. But Jisung’s eyes were on me. His hands were in his pockets while a soft smile danced across his lips. The way he looked at me was the way guys in movies look at their lover. Eyes full of love and longing.

The second picture was during one of the moments we were trying to act like a couple, but we couldn’t contain our laughter. His hands cupped my face, our eyes locked together in a sweet gaze. You could practically hear our laughter just by looking at the picture. And in both of our eyes was the same longing look Jisung gave me in the previous picture.

The final picture was another from us acting like a couple. I had closed my eyes just like the couple in the reference picture, thinking Jisung did too. Our foreheads were touching, his hands cupping my face once again, and my hands resting on his chest. But his eyes weren’t closed. They were open, looking at me with such love that I could feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I stopped walking, just staring at the third picture, hope building up in my stomach. The lyrics of the song playing in my earbuds was background music to the sound of my heart pounding.

Just then, Jisung’s contact picture popped up on screen as he called me. He always knew when I needed him. He knew me better than I knew myself. I should have known I couldn’t keep these feelings a secret from him. He could read me as easily as you can read your favourite book.

“Turn around.” Was all he said before hanging up. Slowly, I listened to his directions, turning around, and seeing him standing just a few feet away. “You felt it too, didn’t you.” He said, neither one of us taking a step. Strangers just walked on by, not paying us any attention, as if they were extras in a drama we were starring in.

“Yeah.” Was all I could say, and a smile formed on his face. “I think I always have.” I added, surprised he could hear me with how soft my voice was. He finally walked towards me, closing the short distance between us before cupping my face.

“Me too.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine in the first of many kisses we’d share.

#stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids au #skz au #han jisung imagine #han jisung au #han jisung x reader #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin

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