Ski Jumping Imagines II✓

April: Daniel Andre Tande

Pairing: Daniel x reader
Warnings: Y/N = your name; also, I have no idea who made this gif so if u know pls let me know in the comments🙏 oh and this story is so extra so y'all better get ready
Word count: 577
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It was just another summer and I was sitting in the courtyard, hiding from the heat. My ass on the doorstep, my legs extended along the stairs leading to our house. I was wearing baggy shorts and a way too stretched T-shirt, my feet in low-cut army boots. It was far too hot to be wearing them, yet I insisted. A compulsory part of every thirteen-year-old's life. And that was just the beginning.

I was eating a ripe pear I had picked up from our garden before because I was always hungry. It was kind of obvious, I mean, I grew taller for at least ten centimeters since the beginning of the year; four months still to go. Not to mention the fact that I also gained a bulky amount of weight and that was the thing I hated the most about myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw this medium height, yet chubby girl. No, chubby was a word way too mild to be used. Rather fat.

As I was focusing on my sticky pear, a guy on a moped passed our yard, not far away from where I was sitting, and stopped. He wasn't even wearing a helmet, so I could recognize him right away. Blonde hair and blue eyes, all in all, a very familiar face. Daniel. Great. Man can't even eat in peace these days.

The thing that bothered me was that he was a person who was getting on my nerves the most. So irritating, that motherfucker. God, how much I hated him! We had known each other since kindergarten actually and since the first day I saw him, he wouldn't leave me alone. Fooling and horsing around, irking me straight into my face. And what did I do? Took it for granted.

Well, there he was, making my life miserable again. And I thought that summer couldn't get any worse. Huh, that day wasn't boring, at least.

"Can you eat dick like that?" he called me out, grinning like an idiot and still sitting on his moped, leaning forward on the balance, his left foot resting on the floor. Braggart.

"Oh fuck off, Daniel!" I tried to curt him, not being very successful. He was still laughing into my face. I was listening to those lewd remarks nearly every day and I was sick of it. Back in the day, they were somehow still acceptable, but now each one of them was targeting more and more into a sexual direction.

Not gonna lie, he was actually very attractive, as much as you can call a sixteen-year-old hot. He was widely known as a bad boy, naughty and mischievous; yet he was every girl's dream and there were literally lines full of girls waiting in front of his school locker for a reason still unknown to me up to this day. I was definitely not one of them. And even if I were, I would stand no chance. I was a fat, nerdy girl and everyone was making fun of me. I didn't really give a shit, it's just that I felt lonely. My parents working all day long, I was an only child and sat alone in each class as well. Nobody really cared. Ever.

"You know," he cleared his throat, still smirking. He was obviously enjoying it. The angrier I got, the happier he was. "You got a pretty face, Y/N."