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Matthew smoothed out the corners of the photo lovingly, pinning it up in his locker and giving it a gentle kiss. He looked it over carefully with purple eyes. It was his favorite one of the millions he’d snapped over the years. He could remember the day he took it like it was yesterday…
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“N-No, Matthew! Please… I don’t want you to take my picture. I always look horrible in them.” (f/n) held her hand out so it covered her face from the camera’s sharp view.
“That’s a lie. You could never look bad.” Matthew turned pink at his own brave remark and hid his face behind the camera, trying to angle it so (f/n)’s hand wasn’t in the way.
“I really don’t want you to, Mattie.” Her voice sounded strained, “It’s going to end up in the yearbook…”
“Well, it doesn’t have to if you don’t want it to, (f/n)…” The Canadian self-proclaimed journalist lowered the camera to get a better look at his friend and longtime crush, “It can go in my personal collection.”
(f/n) hesitated, weighing the outcomes. She really hated having people take her pictures or really anything that showed her off to the general public- the idea of other people looking at her terrified her! Finally, she sighed and began to lower her hand, “Fine… If it’s only you who’ll see it.”
Matthew grinned and held the camera up, finger advancing on the picture button in dramatic slowness. (f/n) stared in horror, watching his finger plunge downward in terror.
“I change my mind!” she squeaked, ducking her head down so her head flew about her head.
But it was too late. The picture was taken. (f/n) was caught forever in photographic memory with her shiny (h/c) hair billowing about her head, a look of wide-eyed alarm on her face, mouth caught in a tiny “o”.
“M-Matthew!” she wailed, lunging at him and grabbing for the camera, “No, no! Delete it! Delete it!”
He snatched his most prized possession away, “No! It’s a great picture, I swear.”
“You’re lying! It’s probably horrible! I look high or drunk or something!” (f/n) grabbed onto Matthew’s sweater front, pulling him toward her so she could grab the camera.
“Of course not! (F/n) you look beautiful like always.” Matthew took the girl’s hands in his, staring deeply into her eyes.
“You’re lying…” she looked at him warily, unbelieving.
“I would never lie to you…” He brushed some of (f/n)’s hair out of her face tenderly, “And
I wish you would let me take pictures of you more often. I don’t have nearly enough.”
(f/n) sat there in pleasantly stunned silence for a long while. She opened her mouth to speak then stopped and let her actions speak for her, bringing her face slowly up to Matthew’s and kissing him on the lips.
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Matthew flushed at the wonderful memory, smoothing out his picture one last time and closing the locker door.
(f/n) grinned at him, “Ready to go?” she asked, linking her arm in his.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be late for our date… It is our one year anniversary after all.”
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“N-No, Matthew! Please… I don’t want you to take my picture. I always look horrible in them.” (f/n) held her hand out so it covered her face from the camera’s sharp view.
“That’s a lie. You could never look bad.” Matthew turned pink at his own brave remark and hid his face behind the camera, trying to angle it so (f/n)’s hand wasn’t in the way.
“I really don’t want you to, Mattie.” Her voice sounded strained, “It’s going to end up in the yearbook…”
“Well, it doesn’t have to if you don’t want it to, (f/n)…” The Canadian self-proclaimed journalist lowered the camera to get a better look at his friend and longtime crush, “It can go in my personal collection.”
(f/n) hesitated, weighing the outcomes. She really hated having people take her pictures or really anything that showed her off to the general public- the idea of other people looking at her terrified her! Finally, she sighed and began to lower her hand, “Fine… If it’s only you who’ll see it.”
Matthew grinned and held the camera up, finger advancing on the picture button in dramatic slowness. (f/n) stared in horror, watching his finger plunge downward in terror.
“I change my mind!” she squeaked, ducking her head down so her head flew about her head.
But it was too late. The picture was taken. (f/n) was caught forever in photographic memory with her shiny (h/c) hair billowing about her head, a look of wide-eyed alarm on her face, mouth caught in a tiny “o”.
“M-Matthew!” she wailed, lunging at him and grabbing for the camera, “No, no! Delete it! Delete it!”
He snatched his most prized possession away, “No! It’s a great picture, I swear.”
“You’re lying! It’s probably horrible! I look high or drunk or something!” (f/n) grabbed onto Matthew’s sweater front, pulling him toward her so she could grab the camera.
“Of course not! (F/n) you look beautiful like always.” Matthew took the girl’s hands in his, staring deeply into her eyes.
“You’re lying…” she looked at him warily, unbelieving.
“I would never lie to you…” He brushed some of (f/n)’s hair out of her face tenderly, “And
I wish you would let me take pictures of you more often. I don’t have nearly enough.”
(f/n) sat there in pleasantly stunned silence for a long while. She opened her mouth to speak then stopped and let her actions speak for her, bringing her face slowly up to Matthew’s and kissing him on the lips.
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Matthew flushed at the wonderful memory, smoothing out his picture one last time and closing the locker door.
(f/n) grinned at him, “Ready to go?” she asked, linking her arm in his.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be late for our date… It is our one year anniversary after all.”
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You were in love with his country, and would frequently visit at particular parts of the year, running around with a camera and taking silly photos. Each one held important memories that you fondly looked back on.
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"I haven't been doing so well, I've been being ignored more by everyone. No one notices me anymore, and when they do notice me, they mistake me for Alfred," I let some tears escape the prison of my eyes. Putting the roses down, I wiped my tears, not wanting to look weak in front of you.
"I really miss you," I said as I got down on my knees,
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You looked up and saw a silhouette, but a flickering ceiling light blurred your vision, you got to your feet. Nobody there.
You swirled around. Something had touched your hand; somebody had to be here…
“H-Hello? Ghosts? Monsters? Creepy library murderer…” You stepped back and hit something… It said ‘Ow.’
You froze, and turned around… The next thing you saw was red. A red maple leaf, on a jacket. The jacket of the guy you were now awkwardly hugging.
You jumped back, your face redder than his jacket, you stuttered a bit.
“Uh… I-I’m sorry… I didn’t s-see yo
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It is my headcanon that if Canada was a high school student he would be in the yearbook, using his amazing invisibility powers to get candid shots and use the camera to associate himself with the outside world. A misunderstood artist, really.
This is a request by for a CanadaxShy!Reader. I hope you like it. It's definitely not my best work... or my longest. If you want it to be redone, I will definitely do that.
Enjoy this fluffiness.
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This is a request by for a CanadaxShy!Reader. I hope you like it. It's definitely not my best work... or my longest. If you want it to be redone, I will definitely do that.
Enjoy this fluffiness.
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Fanfic: Me
You:
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Oh God I always look drunk in pictures but thanks anyways MATTIE