in which: michael kaiser proposes to you after winning the world cup
a/n: THE WORLD CUP IS IN A MONTH LETS FREAKING GO IM SUPPORTING FRANCE FOR MY GLORIOUS KING OLISE
tw: might genuinely be horribly ooc im sorry in advance, use of reader but not y/n, childhood best friend! reader
word count: 486
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michael kaiser hardly smiles. sure there’s the occasional smirk when he gets a goal, the little upturn of his lips when he wins an award, but most people would assume he’s just a cocky arrogant bastard.
he’s different with you though. being childhood friends, you and michael never had much to smile about. it was always never at the front of both your minds when you were just trying to survive.
so why, is he currently smiling at you like you just hung the stars for him, you may ask? michael kaiser, as in *the* michael kaiser just asked you to marry him. right on the pitch after his team lifted the world cup trophy. it was an absolutely astounding game, with japan up 2-0 in the first quarter and michael miraculously scoring a hattrick in the second, making the official score at stoppage time jap 2-3 germany, getting his team the title.
the ring was absolutely beautiful. it’s a platinum ring with an elongated oval diamond surrounded by tiny icy pavé diamonds, elegant yet still eye catching. the stadium hushed. not completely, but enough.
the roar dipped into a breathless hum as thousands of eyes turned to the center of the field, where michael kaiser: the cold-blooded prodigy, the genius striker who had just won the world cup single-handedly, now down on one knee in front of a girl with trembling hands and wide eyes.
his voice wasn't loud. his didn't need to shout, he just needed you to hear him.
"[reader],”he said, his voice rough, raw like he'd torn it from his chest.
"you’ve been my first memory... and my last thought every day since."
"i used to think love was weakness," he continued, "thought needing someone meant you weren't strong enough." michael looked up at you, eyes burning with fire and truth.* "but you made me realize that strength isn't being untouchable."
"It's letting someone see every broken part and still stay. and still choose me. so..."
he took a slow breath, a rare moment where michael actually looked afraid.
"marry me?"
not for glory, not for fame, but because he couldn't breathe right unless you said yes.
“of course i’ll marry you mihya” the words came out of your mouth so quickly you didn’t even get a chance to think twice. he puts the ring on your finger, still smiling like an idiot while he kisses you “i love you” “i love you too” the words were exchanged.
“and there you have it folks, michael kaiser has brought germany glory once again in the 2022 world cup at just 23 years old, just 8 years after their previous title in 2014. not only that, but he will walk out of this stadium a champion and engaged man to his fiance, [reader’s stage name]. absolutely beautiful.” the announcements were heard around the stadium, but you wouldn’t hear them over all the crowd’s cheers.
any criticism that was thrown at qatar in 2022 should be thrown a million-fold at the us. i say qatar in particular because the same people who called for a boycott of the 2022 wc are the ones completely silent over the fact that the us is an imperialist settler colony that should be boycotted regardless of the event. the us bombs children and it's fine to cheer for men kicking ball. yeah alright
