Ski Jumping Imagines II✓

Antti Aalto

Pairing: Antti x reader
Warnings: Y/N = your name, gif by @landofeternalwinter on tumblr💙
Inspired by: a Japanese movie called "My brother loves me too much" - it was a blast so go check it out😉
Word count: 1955
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Antti and you have been friends for as long as you could remember. You met him randomly one day when you were spending one of those long summer afternoons in the playground. You were alone and didn't know anyone since you've just moved there with your family. You knew how to distract yourself not to feel bored, although you still couldn't help but feel solitary. He was the first person to approach you after a long time of loneliness.

"Want some company?" he asked you with his gentle childish voice and brought a smile to your face right away. You were naturally a shy person, so you just nodded. The whole situation made you somewhat confused. Something in your chest moved the same second you saw him, but you were way too young and inexperienced to acknowledge what that weird feeling was. You were only six, what did you know?

You got to know each other rather quickly than not, on top of that, he grew on you even more than any other person has before. He was like a brother to you, as you spent endless hours hanging out together and doing all kinds of childish, crazy, wild stuff. No matter how bizarre the situation was, you never regretted it. You even became so connected that he started spending whole days at your house, so after a while, you really started treating him like a part of your family.

Now, fifteen years later, you were still as close as before. The times have changed, but you pretty much stayed the same. There was only one thing that made an exception - your deeply repressed feelings - cause you were now finally able to recognize them. It actually happened with the beginning of adolescence which brought a bunch of unexpected, gloomy, sometimes even oppressive things. One of them was also a painful feeling you felt in your chest every time he was standing close to you, not to mention the moments of agony you felt when he touched you, even if it was just unintentionally. It made your heart beat faster, your hands sweat, your brain go crazy, sending cold shivers down your spine and making you feel dizzy and light-headed, all at the same time.

You had your "moments", although you weren't completely sure what they meant to him. It was the hardest puzzle you've ever run into. It sometimes happened that he wickedly winked at you, sent you a genuine smile or throw a quick glance at you, but those were the bits and bobs that could easily be done by anyone.

However, there was a memory that raised your hopes up each time you thought of it. You often closed your eyes and slip into ordinary daydreaming, a vital part of your everyday routine. You remembered how you were sitting on an old wooden swing, eating a piece of watermelon. It was also one of those times when you were absent-minded, rapt and lost in your imagination. As you were thinking how nice it would be if you were somewhere in the Caribbean, sunbathing and looking at the blue sky without any clouds whatsoever, he slowly and quietly crept from behind, tiptoeing all the way to the back of the swing, so that he was facing your back. Your right hand was holding the stiff rope of the swing, and the other was holding a piece of watermelon, with your elbow resting on your thigh. He moved a few inches closer and silently knelt down, but you still didn't notice his presence. His head was soon right above the hand with the watermelon, before he bent down and bit into the fruit. Only then was when you noticed him, moving the watermelon scraps away and pretending to be highly offended.

"You bastard!" you told him off, cursing under your breath, but all he did was laugh, small dimples showing on his face.

You got up and headed to your house when he caught your wrist and stopped you. You looked at him, your face full of surprise, and soon pulled away. Even though he was holding you tightly, he now released his grip and finally let you go, but it was clear enough that he didn't have any intentions to give up just like that whatsoever. He started taking a few steps closer, approaching you slowly, yet steadily, till you were caught. You were standing right in front of a massive wooden picnic table in the middle of the garden and there was no escape.