KickthePj Imagines

You always come out in my art

Pj's tongue poked out of his lips as he worked diligently on his newest art piece. My painting was going well. I was currently painting an ocean wave in space. Space was my specialty. I love painting anything to do with space. Pj usually drew something to do with space as well, but lately, he'd been secretive about what he was making.

"Pj can I see what you're making?" I asked. Pj practically dove to cover his work.

"Why?" Pj asked in alarm.

"I need inspiration, and you always inspire me," I said with a wide grin. It was true, Pj's art was so unique, I couldn't help but be impassioned.

"I'm not drawing space," he said quickly. I was taken aback, usually, we loved showing each other our work. We'd met in an art class, and really loved each other's creations. Even though Pj specialized in sketches, and I specialized more in paintings, we seemed to enjoy focusing on the same subject material. We'd been getting together to do art for months now, and we loved feeding off one another's ideas and creativity. I was a little hurt he'd been so secretive lately, but I guess it was his private work and I shouldn't try to butt in.

"Oh, okay, sorry," I said slowly. I continued to work on what I was doing.

"I'm sorry," he finally sighed.

"No, no, I get it, some things are private. I was assuming stuff that I shouldn't have," I apologized.

"No, you always help me when I need inspiration. You always are there for me, and I want to show you what I'm working on, but...."

"But what?" I promoted, placing my hand on his. He glanced at our hands and gulped.

"But there's been an issue with my art lately," He confessed, not meeting my eyes.

"Oh, what is it?" I asked carefully, not wanting to be yelled at again.

"well," he ran a hand through his curls. "I'm having trouble focusing on anything but one topic."

"Oh," I laughed. "Pj, that doesn't mean you aren't creative," I said misreading his mood.

"I really like drawing space, we both do. I know sometimes it can seem like we're sticking too closely to one topic but-"

"No you don't understand," Pj said clenching his fist. "I'm sorry, this is just hard to admit."

"PeeJ, you look scared," I said gently.

"I am," he admitted weakly.

"You don't have to say it, but it can't be that embarrassing," I tried to comfort him, but I really had no idea what he could be so afraid of. I realized there must be something deeper going on.

"I don't know if I can say it," Pj's cheeks were red, and looked extremely flustered. "But I can show you, come with me."

Pj grabbed my hand and dragged me to his study. His study was usually covered with his art. I wondered what he wanted to show me.

"Okay, you promise not to laugh?" He asked me. I nodded solemnly.

"Of course Pj."

He opened up the door and led me inside. Inside the walls were covered as usual, but all his new art seemed to have a theme. Looking back at me from every picture, was my own face.

"Pj," I gasped, my hands covered my mouth in shock. I walked around the room slowly, looking at all the beautiful sketches.

"No matter how hard I try, I always seem to want to draw you," Pj shrugged. He looked embarrassed, but also desperate. "I-I think I'm in love with you."

"Pj," I ran to him and buried my face in his neck.

"Y/n," Pj sighed happily, kissing my temple lovingly.

"I love you too, and the pictures are so lovely," I admitted pulling back. "I feel like crying."

"Don't," Pj chuckled, snaking his arms around my waist.

"Pj can I kiss you?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Yes," Pj said, already leaning in.

I let my lips touch his. Colors exploded behind my eyes. I pressed myself closer to him, just wanting to be nearer to him.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I smiled softly.